Charles Leclerc X Latina!Reader X Alexandra Saint Mleux

I’m in love with this

Heaven is a place on your bed.

Andrew Garfield x Ben Barnes x Actress!Reader. Summary: The internet got what they were asking for; the great Ben Barnes and the amazing Andrew Garfield working together, and you, you were the main actress of it. TW. This is my first smut please forgive my lack of writing skills. Age gap (I pictured reader with 19 years old since it's my age but I tried to not really mention it), virginity kink, innocence kink, daddy kink, fingering, female masturbation, I don't now what else.

You were used to fame. You knew how was it like to work for getting a role, you knew all the cons and pros of this world, and once the daggers stop coming or you learn to live with them, it's a really good life.

"You're telling me you got the main role in Ben Barnes and Andrew Garfield's movie and you don't get to make out with any of them?"

You frown and look at your best friend behind the tiny screen of your cellphone.

"Well, I really don't know pretty much of what I get to do, I've only read a tiny part of the script"

"I hope it is a porn"

You gasped and turn around to look everywhere. You were using headphones, but the comment was so out of pocket and embarrassed for you that you were afraid someone could actually listen to it.

"I haven't even met them" You tell her "And it's not Mr. Barnes and Garfield's movie, I'm in it too, I'm one of the main roles too, I deserve as much credit as them"

She smiles at you and you have to quickly say 'Goodbye' and turn off your phone when you see Ben and Andrew walking to the room. You've been awkwardly sitting on the wait room for twenty minutes since then decided to arrive late.

Ben directed his beautiful brown ayes at you and smiled, waving at you and telling Andrew that he had find you, like if you were that hard to be seen.

You start to squirm where you were sitting. They were intimidating, not because they were mean, but because they were Ben Barnes and Andrew Garfield.

"Hi..."

You let out a shyly greet and they just laugh, Ben kneel to be at your height and he pulls you in a hug.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, [y/n]" He says.

"And more working with you, it's really wonderful having the honor to share screen with someone as good as you"

You just laugh shyly, nodding your hair and trying to give them back their compliment but your lips were unable to move and your throat suddenly felt dry even tough you drank two liters of water moments ago.

"Thanks"

Thanks? What was that? For being someone used to the public eye you were acting really shy today. But you couldn't possible blame yourself I mean, it was Ben Barnes and Andrew Garfield.

"Sorry we were late" They said, and Andrew continue "We went to have breakfast"

You nod with a fake smile, not meaning to give a message at all from it, you were just so nervous that your muscles weren't responding by their own.

"Sorry for not inviting you" Ben said. "We'll go together next time"

"Yeah, it's- it's really not a big deal"

"You're really cute"

Andrew said and you felt how your face was turning red.

Was that obvious that you wanted to be fucked by Andrew and Ben? If yes, then that's on you for being a whore. But you were pretty sure you had everything under control, but if things were as you thought, why were you in this situation?

"Do you realize, that we're at least twenty years older than you?"

You looked up to see Ben talking to you, you nod quietly and turn your view to Andrew.

"And you're fine with it?"

"I like older man"

You answer in a tiny voice.

"Such a whore" Andrew says taking your face with his big hands.

"No, no" Ben says, licking his tooth and pulling your hair "I don't think she's a whore, Andy" He forces you to stop looking at Andrew and start to look at him "I think she barely know how to suck cock"

Andrew grins "Is that so, angel?"

Truth to be told, you had such an specific taste in men than you couldn't possible be ok with any real man touching you. But they were Ben Barnes and Andrew Garfield, they weren't real men, they were created specially to show women that there's still good in this world. They were created for us to fantasize about them.

This was just a very real fantasy.

You weren't sure on how to answer that, will they be fine knowing they were about to take your virginity?

"Well, I guess we'll have to be extremely careful. We wouldn't want to hurt our beautiful and innocent little angel, do we, Andrew?"

They say home is were the heart is, but God you loved the english.

"Look at you, princess" Andrew stars this time, stroking gently your cheek and sitting you in the bed "About to be tainted by sin"

"Well" Ben said, taking Andrew away for you as you just whined for the sudden lack of touch "Virgin mouth or virgin pussy?" He asked the other man, standing in front of you with the tuxedo from the scene you just filmed.

"Anything as long as it's brand new" The boy with the messy hair says as he walks to you.

You bite your lips and Andrew takes your leg to pull your skirt out of you. So this was getting real. You were about to be fucked by Andrew Garfield and Ben Barnes.

You look at the two men standing in front of you, Ben's tie slightly loose and Andrew threw his jacket away along with the tie.

"How rude of us, we should ask out pretty angel who she wants, don't we?"

Andrew looks at Ben and he nods.

"Who do you want first, bunny?"

That was a new nickname. Who did you want first? Maybe Ben, Ben seemed like an experienced kind of guy, he will surely know what he's doing, Andrew didn't seem far from experience neither but more knows the devil for being old than for being the devil. Maybe you wanted Andrew first, he seemed sweeter, Ben had more dominance that the younger boy did but his eyes were like seeing a puppy.

So, who do you want first?

Could you have both of them first? No way, you weren't even sure one of them were gonna fit in you.

"We're waiting, pretty baby"

Fast, they needed an answer. But this was too hard. Ben was the reincarnation of all your bad boys fantasies but Andrew was your nerd fantasies.

Better, who would you like to take your virginity; Remus Lupin or Sirius Black?

Remus, definitely.

And between Peter Parker and Billy Russo?

"Angel..."

"I need to think!" You answered to Ben's voice and they looked at each other worried.

"We- We don't have to do this today, fuck, we don't have to do it at all if you don't feel comfortable"

How nice of them, you could see their cocks erected trough their trousers and yet they were that much of gentlemen.

You wanted this of course, you couldn't miss this chance, when was it in life that you had both; Ben Barnes and Andrew Garfield willing to fuck you.

You were so stressed you started to cry. And they started to worry.

"No, no, no" Andrew said as he holds your face, cleaning your tears "Please don't cry, babygirl. Don't cry"

"I don't know!" You said in a high pitched voice "I don't know who I want first it's too hard"

Ben looked at you and Andrew and he walked to the bed, putting himself behind you.

"She's right, Andy" He says while his hands started to travel through your body, positioning in your breast. "She's a tiny baby, we shouldn't leave big responsibilities to dumb babies, right?"

You nod, gasping when Ben moves his hand to your panties, you were only covered by your pink lingerie set.

"You're a dumb baby, doll?" Andrew asks, leaning himself to you and positioning his hands in your tights. "You're such a pretty girl, aren't you? You shouldn't be thinking. My bad, doll. You should just sit there and look pretty for your daddies, is that alright?"

You aggressively nod at Andrew's words and he leans to you so his head is trapped between your tights, he takes your panties with his teeth and slowly starts to remove it.

"Such a pretty and virgin pussy, baby" He says. "Is all this for me? For Ben?"

You nod again, your eyes fixated on him.

"Words, doll" Ben reprimands behind you "Your daddies want you to use your words"

"Yes" You shortly said, feeling the lack of air as your words leave your tongue.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy?"

Andrew does a grin and stars to breathe on your pussy; "Tell daddy what you want him to do, pretty angel"

"I- I dunno', daddy"

You say on the edge of tears, not from sadness but frustrated as you feel Andrew's breath hit your pussy and he doesn't even dare to touch you.

"How rude of you to ask her, Andy" Ben says as he takes your face to force your eyes to stick on his face "Don't you see how innocent our little princess is? She doesn't know what she wants. She has never tough of it"

You bite your tongue and you pout at Ben, asking for a kiss. He understands your demands and as soon as your lips are connected with Ben's, you feel Andrew's making his way to your clit.

Andrew had a golden tongue.

Oh, my, god.

You close your legs at the stimulation and Andrew chuckles as Ben bends down over you to catch your tights and hold them open for his friend between them.

"None of that, baby. Andy needs to work there"

You cry and feel how Ben puts your legs in his so he can keep you open for Andrew, you look at the boy down you and then the one holding you tight.

Having sex was difficult. You weren't even reaching your first orgasm and you were already tired.

You felt your tummy tickling and you look at Ben as Andrew continues to work in your pussy.

"Daddy, I-"

Ben looks at you, your eyes shining from luxury and pleasure tears, your body squirming and your mouth reminding slightly open.

"What's the matter now, baby?"

You couldn't tell him you were about to cum. Now that you knew that Ben and Andrew had an innocence kink, you couldn't let them know you knew the meaning of that world, neither could you let it slip your pretty princess lips.

"My tummy" You say in a moan.

Ben smiles and Andrew does too, knowing what that means. The younger boy continues his work, making his tongue movements faster and sloppier, getting you to shriver even more at the feeling.

"Stay still, angel. You don't let daddy work"

Did you just had your first orgasm? Did Andrew Garfield gave you your first orgasm while Ben Barnes was holding you and watching?

"Such a pretty baby. Did you see?" Andrew ask while standing up, going for your lips to kiss them.

"Look at her pretty pussy, Ben. All covered in her first orgasm"

Ben smirks and slips away from you to see you, when you're about to close your legs, ashamed that both man were looking over you, you feel how Andrew takes them and makes a sound with his mouth, denying you from the action.

"You wouldn't mind we taking a picture, do you, angel?"

You allow them to take a picture of your pussy and as fast as it's save in their phone, they come back to business.

"You got Andrew's tongue, what about my fingers now, doll?" You look at ben, now sitting on the headboard, you nod and walk to him, sitting in his lap.

"Daddy"

You whine.

"What is it, doll?"

"I'm naked and you're clothed. It's not fair"

You pout at them and they laugh at you. "What's not fair is you being so greedy, angel" Ben says "Your having daddies tongue and fingers, and if your patience you'll have their cocks"

You nod in understanding and stay still at Ben's lap.

"Lay on, baby. Make daddy's job easier" You do as he told you to and he takes your leg to put it in his shoulder. Andrew stays on the edge of the bed, seeing your pussy open to Ben's desires.

"You're so pretty"

Andrew says as Ben stars to find his way to your clit, already stimulated from past events, you can bet it wouldn't take him much time to make you cum again.

"Have you ever touch your pussy, angel"

You nod shyly at them and Andrew lets a little 'Aw' out of his mouth.

"Bet it doesn't feel as good as my hands"

Of course they don't, Ben's fingers were long and his hands were a lot bigger than yours.

You felt pain as he tried to put two fingers in you and you moaned, half pleasured half pain.

"I don't know how you want to take our cocks, baby" Andrew starts as he sees Ben fighting your pussy to let his fingers in "You can't even take Ben's fingers"

You cry at the tough, you wanted their cocks. What was the matter then.

"No need to cry, pretty girl" Ben says, his other hand making his way to your clit and starting to stimulate it "Daddies'll find the way for you to have their cock"

A few minutes later, Ben has you lying on his chest, trying to get you to remind still so he can get another orgasm out of you. On the other side, you couldn't possible stop moving, you were feeling too much pleasure at the moment and the moans escaping your lips were loud and obscene, Andrew was fascinated over that.

You lick your lips as you watch him taking his pants off and sitting on the couch in front you both, his hands traveling to his erection and stroking it gently.

Ben smiles as you finally stay still and let him get you to your second orgasm "You like it, baby? You like daddy masturbating to the thought of you?"

You nod and gasp when he starts to move his fingers faster, you felt how your wetness was slipping from his hand and making its way to the sheets.

When Ben let out his hand you were surprised and ashamed.

Did you peed?

Andrew stopped his movements and walked to you and Ben, he seemed amused, maybe disgusted, you thought.

"I'm sorry" You began to say, putting your hands in your pussy trying to hold back any more liquid it could get out "I'm so, so sorry, I-"

Ben cut you with a kiss and Andrews lies on your tight.

"I didn't know my innocent angel knew how to squirt"

"Pretty sure neither did she" Andrew answered, taking your hands to get them away from your parts and getting a chance to see them.

"You're up for our cocks or was the squirt your final count?"

You gasp, sure you were tired, your muscles were sore but it was their fault, they were playing games, you wanted their cocks from the beginning. Sure, fingers and tongue were good, but you were still a virgin.

"No, daddy" You said, looking at Ben with doe eyes "I want your cock"

And Ben went feral. Such a nasty word slipping away from his innocent princess, it was his time now to be naked.

He quickly got out of his tuxedo and looked at Andrew "Guess it's your turn"

"You want me, doll?"

You nod and see him getting on the bed, Ben makes you lie on top of him, holding you as Andrew put himself between your legs.

"This may hurt a little" Andrew says "You fine with that, angel?"

You nod and the younger boy puts your legs on his shoulders, thank God you were flexible or otherwise this men couldn't do as they please with you.

Andrew starts slow at first, trying to get you used to his length. It hurted a little, but you got used to it quickly, loving the pain it carried.

You feel Andrew starting to stroke and you moan. It was so hot, you on top of Ben Barnes while Andrew Garfield was on top of you, fucking you.

Ben takes his hand to your clit and that's when your moans get lousier and needy. Your body starts to shake at them and Andrew pulls you in a kiss for you to shut up.

The amount of noise complains you'll have by tomorrow morning.

You were so overstimulated that you felt yourself cuming in less than two minutes with both men pleasuring you. But you hold it, you wanted more of that, you didn't want them to stop. You didn't want it to end.

When you couldn't hold it more you moan in advice and Andrew's feels his cock being covered by your cum.

They don't stop, not in your third orgasm.

"I know three is a magic number but I like my records in pairs"

Ben says as he and Andrew make you cum, only seconds after the last one.

Bratz Rant

Am I the only one that does not like the Bratz Live Action movie?

Like that movie was NOT giving Bratz, like why did it seem like Jade was the only one with a passion for fashion? It would have been so cool if the movie showed how they became friends and them creating Bratz Magazine.

The Bratz movie should have been giving True Jackson VP, the fashion designer elements of That’s So Raven, and maybe the teen magazine element of The Latest Buzz since the movie came out in 2007.

Think about how in Lemonade Mouth, the movie opened up with people buying ticket at Madison Square Garden to see them perform, they were getting ready in the dressing room, about to perform, then it cut to how they formed the band?

Imagine the Bratz movie opening up with teens and people in their 20s buying the magazines from newsstands, buying Bratz brand clothes, looking up the Bratz blog, and people are about to present the latest clothing line from Bratz and I imagine Cloe narrating, saying something cheesy like “it’s not everyday 4 teen girls grow up to be fashion moguls” or something like that. They have always had a passion for fashion but they never thought about having their own magazine until one day this happened and it shows the day before they decided to create a fashion magazine. Although, to be realistic, it probably would have had started off as a blog, kinda like the movie Frenemies with Bella Thorne and Zendaya.

The point is; the official Bratz movie was not my favorite and it didn’t feel like Bratz to me, that is all.

I also really want to buy the Always Bratz Yasmin doll and the Goin’ Out Jade doll SO BAD

Grovel (alt. Ending)

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Walter begs for forgiveness after he did something that would put his relationship to the test

Warning: CHEATING, spelling and grammar errors, NO HAPPY ENDING, angsty

A/N: For those who believed Y/N forgave Walter too easily, here’s an alternate ending so if you want to read it all over again or just skip to the end, you’re more than welcome to @leyannrae @idontknowwhatnametochoosee

Walter Marshall thought that after his divorce with Angie, he was not going to find someone else. He believed he came with a lot of baggage because he is a homicide detective, that was until he met Y/N, a nurse.

Y/N was the one that treated Walter's bullet wound when he was on the Simon case and when he sees her in a bar a month later, they hit it off and went on 5 dates before Walter decided to ask her to be his girlfriend.

5 years later, they are still together and Y/N has moved into Walter's house and they are so happy and in love.

Until tonight

It all started 3 days ago, it was 4 in the afternoon and Y/N was getting out of the hospital. Her car was in the shop and Walter said that he would gladly drop her off and pick her up. 10 minutes later, Walter picked her up.

"Hello, darling, how was your shift today?" Walter asked, pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

"It was good, a little tiring, but nothing a cuban coffee can't fix. How was your day, Oso?" Y/N asked.

"Stressful as fuck." Walter muttered.

"You're still on that case?" Y/N asked.

"Yes. We have no leads, it is like this guy is always three steps ahead and its pissing me the fuck off." Walter huffed out. Y/N took his hand in hers and rubbed her thumb over his hand in an attept to soothe him.

"You'll get this guy, i'm sure of it." Y/N said.

When they got home, Y/N saw the folders, clue board, everything that Walter had in his office at the police department was in his living room.

"You're working from home?" Y/N asked.

"I figured it would be better to focus all my attention on this case so I brought some of the files home, i hope that's okay." Walter said, sitting down at the table to look over things he might have missed with this case.

“Yeah it’s fine, Oso, that’s your job. Just don’t work too hard, okay? Sleep is not for the weak.” Y/N says.

“I know, love, I won’t turn into a zombie.” Walter said and they kissed.

Which brings us to tonight, Y/N took an Uber home because Walter’s phone was turned off. When Y/N entered the house, she found Walter drinking coffee in the living room, the same way she left him this morning and the day before.

“How was your day, Walter?” Y/N asked. Walter ignored her, writing notes on the case. “Well, my day was good, I worked with some of the pediatric patients, el día fue súper leve.”

“Y/N, I’m trying to work here.” Walter said.

“I see that, but you haven’t moved from this spot. Have you eaten? La estufa sigue igual de limpio, have you been living off coffee?” Y/N asked. Walter stayed silent. “Okay, fine, did you buy what I asked you to get?”

“You said I haven’t moved from this spot so clearly I haven’t gotten what you asked for.” Walter snapped, looking up from the table.

“No me hables así, eh, ni siquiera mi papá le habla así a mi mamá, Don’t try me, Walter.” Y/N said as she walked to the kitchen.

“Ugh, even Angie wasn’t such a bitch.” Walter muttered and Y/N stopped to turn around.

“You know what, you’re stressed, you haven’t eaten, you’re probably sleep deprived, let me just cook and we can talk after you take a nap, okay.” Y/N said but Walter then slammed his hands on the table.

“I am not a child, Y/N, you don’t have to smother me, and you are most certainly not my wife so stop acting like it.” Walter raised his voice and Y/N widened her eyes.

“I May not be your wife but I am your girlfriend, and I deserve to be respected, Walter.” Y/N said.

“I am not going to sit here and be nagged by you, I’m going out.” Walter huffed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Y/N shouted.

“Out! Are you having trouble hearing me more than usual?” Walter asked as he left the house, closing the door behind him.

“Ugh, me encabrona!” Y/N shouted. This was their first big fight. Y/N calmed down a little and she wanted to cry because she just drove her boyfriend out of his house.

Walter sat in his truck to calm down a little. “FUCK!” Walter shouted, hitting his steering wheel. He drove somewhere he thought he would stop visiting after Faye went away to college; Angie’s house.

Walter rang her doorbell and Angie opened the door in Jeans and a sweater.

“Walter? What are you doing here? Faye doesn’t come back until spring break.” Angie said.

“I know, I came to talk to you.” Walter said.

“You should have called, this isn’t a good time.” Angie said.

“I think I messed things up with Y/N.” Walter said. Angie sighed and moved out of the way so Walter can come in. Angie walked to the couch and patted on the empty space next to her.

“Tell me everything. Y/N seems very sweet, kinda young, but she’s a good person, what the hell did you do?” Angie asked him

“I’ve been too focused on this case that i forgot to pick her up from her job since they are working on her car, I yelled at her, basically called her a bitch, and disrespected her. She just wanted to to take care of me, to stop me from getting burnout, and I yelled at her and disrespected her. Saying that she should stop acting like she’s my wife.” Walter said. His eyes were tearing up.

“Wow, that’s a lot to unpack.” Angie said.

“Why did we get a divorce, Angie?” Walter asked.

“Why are you asking me that?” Angie asked.

“Was it me? Was I the problem?” Walter asked. Angie looked at him, saw that Walter looked practically broken.

“Listen, Walter, we got married in our early 20s. We were young, we weren’t going to last anyway. You tried your hardest to make me happy, and i was happy with you for a while. You are a great father to Faye, you put your all in our relationship, but you are also a workaholic.” Angie said softly. “It’s not a bad thing, you’re a cop, someone has to get the bad guys, right? I couldn’t handle that because I’m not used to it. But Y/N is a nurse, right? A nurse and a cop, what could be better than that? She knows the heavy workload you have because she has the same.”

“So what you’re saying it that I pushed away the one person who could possibly understand me.” Walter said.

“Sorta. You shouldn’t have yelled at her, she was just trying to get you to relax and eat, God knows how much I tried to get you to eat back when you were still on the SWAT Team.” Angie said.

“My job is stressful, Angie, you know that.” Walter said.

“And so does she. I’m sure you’ll make it right.” Angie said. Then Walter’s stomach growled and bleh of them laughed.

“Yeah, Y/N wasn’t lying when she said I was living off coffee, do you have anything to eat?” Walter asked.

“I Can order us takeout. You want Chinese, Italian, or Latin food?” Angie asked, holding out the menus she keeps in a kitchen drawer.

“Latin food.” Walter said, already missing Y/N’s cooking.

“You got it, detective.” Angie said.

While Y/N was drinking wine, eating ice cream, and watching movies that make her cry (for me it’s how to train your dragon, Beethoven, elemental, I’m a sensitive and emotion person, okay), Walter was getting nostalgic with Angie, eating and drinking.

"Remember that time you stayed up with me for a case when I just started working as a homicide detective?" Walter asked, eating a piece of chicken with his rice.

"Oh my god, yes, I was so tired, I think I crashed around 4am, I was exhausted at work." Angie said.

"I told you that you didn't have to stay up, but you were so stubborn and made us coffee after you put Faye to bed." Walter said.

"I had to support my husband." Angie said, taking a sip of wine.

More time went on, they finished the bottle of wine, and one thing led to another, Walter kissed Angie.

Y/N saw that the time was 10pm and Walter still hasn't come home yet. She got off the couch and unlocked her phone to call Walter, it went to voicemail after a few rings.

"Hey Oso, please come back home. We both have said some things, you mostly, but I really want to talk about this, I'm sorry if I nag you, that is not my intention, I just love you so much and I want you to take care of yourself, bye." Y/N left the voicemail and went to the bedroom she shared with Walter and Walter and Angie were too busy undressing each other on their way to her bedroom to notice his phone vibrating on the kitchen counter.

Walter lied awake in bed, with Angie by his side, Angie was asleep, both were naked.

“What have I done?" Walter wondered out loud in a whisper. He tried to sleep but every time he closed his eyes, he just sees what happened with Angie.

It was 8 in the morning and Y/N did not have to go in for work. She went downstairs and Walter still wasn't back home. Meanwhile Walter was putting his clothes back on.

"This never should have happened." Walter stated, zipping up his pants.

"You think I'm thrilled we slept together? I'm married! I'm just happy he has a business trip in Boston." Angie said, putting on her bathrobe.

"Where is my phone?" Walter asked, looking throgh her bedroom.

"It's probably downstairs on the kitchen counter. Have a safe trip home, make up with Y/N, I'll see you when Faye comes back." Angie said. Walter went downstairs and turned on his phone. He saw a voicemail from Y/N. He played the voicemail and his eyes strated tearing up.

“I am such a wanker." Walter muttered. He walked out of the house and got into his truck to go back home. He saw Y/N’s car in the driveway. He spent a few mintues in his truck crying, thinking about how he should tell Y/N. Its worse if she finds out later so it is better to be truthful now. He got out of the car, walked into the house and saw Y/N making pancakes.

"Oso, you're back!" Y/N exclaimed, leaving the mixing bowl on the counter and walked over to him, pulling him into a hug. "Listen, I promise not to 'nag' you as much if you promise to take care of yourself. I am not trying to smother you, I just don't want you to burn yourself out, okay?" Y/N pulled away from the hug and saw that Walter's eyes were red. "Hey, whats wrong?" Y/N asked, she was about to wipe his tears when Walter took her hands in his and pushed them away.

“We need to talk." Walter said.

“Okay, can it wait?" Y/N asked.

“No, it can't." Walter said. Y/N looked at him, his face was serious. She nodded and took off her apron, followed Walter into the living room and sat on the couch. Walter had her hands in his. "Something happened when i left. But I'm letting you know now that it meant nothing and that I completely regret it."

“Walter, you're scaring me, what did you do?" Y/N asked, her voice breaking as her eyes became glassy.

“I drove to Angie's house. I needed clarity, I just fought with you and I know i messed up really bad but I didn't know if it would have been the end. I asked Angie why we got divorced, I asked if it was the problem with our argument." Walter said, carefully looking at Y/N's reactions to his words. "She came to the conclusion that you and I are perfect for each other and that I should be more open to accepting your help, that I was pushing you away. We were reliving our good moments, we were eating drinking, and then we..." Walter was cut off by Y/N putting her hand up.

“You slept with your ex wife?" Y/N asked.

"Yes.” Walter admitted.

“You slept with your ex-wife after she told you that you and I were practically perfect for each other?” Y/N asked again.

“Yes.” Walter whispered. Y/N nodded and took her hands out of Walter’s, she walked to the kitchen and Walter trailed behind her. He observed how she picked up the mixing bowl and continued to mix the batter before turning on the stove and pouring the mix with a ladle onto the pan. “Say something, anything.” Walter said. Y/N remained silent until she finished making pancakes and the mixing bowl was empty.

“You wanna know what I did when you left me in our home? I cried because I had no idea where you were going. I was drinking wine and purposely watching movies that I know will make me cry because you were gone for hours and didn’t send me a text to let me know you were alright. We never had a fight like this, Walter, Never, in our 5 years of dating. And the first thing you do is go to your ex-wife’s house? After you told me that Angie wasn’t as much as a bitch as I was? Do you see how messed up that is?” Y/N asked Walter with tears in her eyes.

“It didn’t mean anything, Y/N, I swear.” Walter said.

“Oh please Walter, you guys were married for what, 9 years? You loved each other, Walter. Maybe you still love each other, I don’t know. What I do know is that feelings were involved, Walter. It’s is different than sleeping with a random woman, which I would still be angry about by the way. You cheating on me with Angie is much worse than a random hookup.” Y/N explained, trying to hold on her tears.

“It was a mistake, Y/N, we were drunk.” Walter said.

“Oh, you were drunk, I guess that makes it better, then.” Y/N commented sarcastically. “Me vale madre if you were drunk or not, we were still together.” Y/N said.

“I can make it better, please. I’m sorry I hurt you, I shouldn’t have left you, it was bad judgment on my part.” Walter said, he was going to wrap his arm around her when Y/N moved away.

“Now is not the time Walter.” Y/N said.

“What happened to Oso?” Walter asked.

“You lost that nickname the minute you slept with Angie. The worst part about ALL OF THIS is that you needed her to tell you that we were perfect for each other. You needed confirmation from another person, you couldn’t just take my word for it. You didn’t want me to smother you? Well congratulations, Walter, I won’t be here to smother you anymore.” Y/N said, walking upstairs, Walter following suit. He saw her pull out a suitcase, she was packing.

“No, please don’t leave me, we have to talk about this, please.” Walter said. Y/N looked up to see Walter’s eyes, his once bright blue eyes were now dull.

“Fine, you want to talk, let’s talk. How was your night with Angie?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t understand.” Walter said

“Then let me help you understand. While I was home watching movies, you were fücking Angie in her house, how was she in bed? Is that clear enough?” Y/N asked kinda aggressively.

“I can’t answer that.” Walter stated.

“You’re the one who wanted to talk.” Y/N reminded him.

“It was different, you and I have always made love, Y/N. Angie was nothing compared to what we have.” Walter said. Y/N got closer to Walter.

“Had, Walter.” Y/N said, she finished packing her suitcase with her clothes, towels, and toiletries. She got the suitcase and started walking downstair, opening the front door, Walter trailed behind her. “You finally did it, Walter, you pushed me away, I hope you’re happy.” Y/N gave Walter his key back.

“What can I do to fix this? Fix us?” Walter asked.

“I just need time. I can’t sleep in the same bed with you or stay in the same house with you knowing that if we have another fight, you’d go to Angie, that you slept with Angie. The day I moved in, you promised me that you’d never hurt me and I believed you, guess we were both wrong.” Y/N said. She left and closed the door. Walter immediately broke down crying on the floor, he messed up big time.

Y/N entered her car and called one of her friends from the hospital.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up, how’s your weekend?” Her friend asked.

“Hey Blair, um, I was wondering if I can stay at your house for a few days or a few weeks.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, babe, stay with me as long as you need, okay? You sound like you’ve been through it. Go over to my house, I’ll call Seth and let him know, okay. Love you, bye." Blair hung up and Y/N but Blair's address on her phone and drove to her house. She saw Blair's husband, Seth, outside the house with the door open, along with two kids playing in the front yard with a cavalier king charles spaniel. Y/N parked her car in the driveway and got out.

"Y/N, its so nice to meet you, you need any help with your bag?" Seth asked.

"No, its fine, I got it." Y/N said. "How old are they?" Y/N asked Seth, entering the house.

"7 and 4. The dog is 2. We don't have the guest room set up so you will have to sleep on the couch tonight, is that alright?" Seth asked.

"Of course, I’m intruding. I will help with dinner and cleaning.” Y/N said.

“Sounds like a deal.” Seth said

Walter has been throwing himself into work since she left 4 days ago. Whenever there was an interrogation and the suspect would get testy, Walter took out all his anger on them. However, Commissioner Harper has had enough of Walter’s anger issues.

“Marshall, you can’t keep hulking out on the suspects/perps, we’ll get nowhere. Go home, you’re not coming back until you fix whatever problem you have going on.” Harper said. Walter huffed and walked out.

When he made it home and saw the picture of him and Y/N together, he decided it was time to get her back. He got in his truck, bought her favorite flowers, and went to the hospital she worked at. He got out of the truck and entered the hospital lobby.

“Hi, I’m Walter Marshall, I’m here to see Y/N L/N, she’s a nurse.” Walter said.

“Do you know what floor she’s working on?” The receptionist asked.

“Can’t you check?” Walter asked.

“She’s assigned to me 9th floor, here’s your visitor pass.” The receptionist said and Walter thanked her. He saw that a lot of people were waiting for the elevator so he decided to take the stairs. Luckily for him, this was light work compared to his SWAT training. He stopped at the 9th floor and walked to the nurse station.

“Hello, can I…oh it’s you.”

“Nice to see you too, Blair. Do you know where Y/N is?” Walter asked, lowkey out of breath,

“Why would I tell you? She’s devastated over his things ended.” Blair said.

“That’s why I’m here, to make things right. Where is she?” Walter asked again.

“She’s getting a translator from the supply closet.” Blair answered, pointing towards the door and Walter thanked her. He opened the door and saw Y/N in her light blue scrubs, her hair (down, braided, in a ponytail, up to you!), he closed the door and Y/N turned around.

“Walter, what are you doing here?” Y/N asked. Walter saw that Y/N had dark circles under her eyes, Y/N noticed the same thing about Walter. His hair was messier than usual.

“I came to win you back.” Walter says, handing Y/N the flowers.

“Flowers? You think you can fix everything with flowers?” Y/N said.

“No, but I think this might fix everything.” Walter said.

Walter got down on his knees in front of Y/N, looking up at her like he was worshiping a goddess, on his mind he was.

“Please forgive me, Y/N, you mean the whole world to me, these last few days have been utter torture, my house doesn’t feel like a home anymore, you brought light to my life, I am nothing without you.” Walter starts tearing up, voice breaking. “Please, baby, please forgive me, I made a terrible mistake, I admit that, you are someone that I can’t replace, no one, and I mean no one could replace you. You are so special to me, I am so lucky to have you, and I will worship the ground you walk on if you let me, please. I don’t know what I’ll do without you in my life.” When Walter was finished with his little speech, both of them were crying.

“Walter, get off the floor.” Y/N said softly. Walter got off his knees, dusting his pants off. “This can’t be easily fixed with flowers or a speech.’ Y/N said, handing Walter the flowers back.

“Then tell me how I can fix this, please. I don’t want to lose you, you want to throw away our entire relationship over one fight?” Walter asked.

“But that’s the thing, Walter, it is not just one fight. This isn’t the first time you take your anger out on me when you’re stressed because of work. And I’m positive that if we stay together, it won’t be the last. I can’t keep forgiving you if in a month or even a year you’ll do it again. You sleeping with Angie is the last straw.” Y/N said.

“You can’t possibly mean that.” Walter said.

“You are not ready for stable relationship. You clearly can’t communicate with me, I try to be patient with you, wait until you are ready to open up but..”

“I hate talking, you know that, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to talk to you. I love talking to you, about our days, about our dreams, talking to you is the best part of my day.” Walter tried to hold Y/N’s hands but she pulled away.

“That’s not the same, Walter. The point is that maybe we can get past this after some time, after some self reflection, but for right now, I need to get back to work so if you’ll excuse me.” Y/N said, pulling the translator with her, leaving Walter heartbroken in the supply closet. Blair enters the closer.

“It’s time for you to leave, Marshall. If you don’t, I’ll bring in security.” Blair said.

“I’m going. Tell Y/N I still love her.” Walter said.

“I’m not telling her shit, goodbye.” Blair said, practically pushing Walter out of the supply closet. Walter got out of the hospital and he got into his truck.

“Can’t believe she’s not coming home.” Walter said, leaning his head against the wheel.

Y/N and Blair were in the break room, Y/N crying softly.

“I know it was hard but its for the best. I would never forgive cheating, and you shouldn’t either.” Blair said.

“I know but we were together for 5 years, I moved in with him.” Y/N said,

“I’ll help you find an apartment near my house, pack, I’ll help you move on. Now actually eat your lunch, that’s why we’re in the break room.” Blair said.

Walter got home, left his keys on the table, and started looking around, memories of his relationship with Y/N came flooding into his mind. Their first kiss, when they danced in the living room, redecorated the bedroom, they baked alfajores, all their happy moments. Walter sat on the couch and cried, knowing he would never be as happy and he was with her.

Taglist: @warriormirkwood

What It Feels Like

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N hasn’t been in a healthy relationship before so she has never been in love before. However, her current relationship shows her how love feels like

Warning: Spelling and Grammatical errors

A/N: congratulations to Oscar Piastri for his first win!!!!!!

Y/N and Oscar have been dating for four months, having met at a café in England. Oscar had told Y/N that he loved her but she wasn’t able to say it because she doesn’t know what true love feels like. Oscar being super understanding said that it was okay if she doesn’t love him yet because everyone feels love at different time. However, there have been moments in their relationship where Y/N begun to feel what love is.

Y/N was reading Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire (my favorite book) on her couch when she heard someone knocking on the door. She got up and looked through the peephole but only saw a plushy of (your favorite animal/cartoon character). She opened the door and saw Oscar holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers and the plushy she saw earlier. She let him in the apartment.

“Tiburóncin, what’s this for?” Y/N asked

“I went to do some clothes shopping when I saw there was a sale on plushies and I know you’d like this little guy so I bought him for you. When I was leaving, I saw someone selling flowers on the street and these are your favorites. I thought it would look nice on the counter.” Oscar said, handing Y/N the bouquet and placing the plushy on the couch.

“You got me this just because?” Y/N asked, walking into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase with water,

“Yeah, i was just thinking about you.” Oscar said.

“Really?” Y/N asked.

“Is it that hard to believe that I love my girlfriend?” Oscar asked, hugging Y/N and kissing her forehead. Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach.

“Well my last boyfriend only got me flowers to say he’s sorry.” Y/N commented.

“Well i am not him, you should be getting flowers regardless.” Oscar said, making Y/N smile.

“Thank you, tiburóncin.” Y/N said.

Y/N was able to join Oscar on one of his race weekends so instead of staying in the hotel, they went on a walk and Y/N was looking at all the shop windows but there was one that called out to her.

“Want to go inside?” Oscar asked.

“Yeah, sure.” Y/N said. Oscar opened the door for her and walk in behind her. They said hello to the greeter and started looking around, Y/N’ eyes landed on a white gold necklace and earrings set with her birthstone. “This is beautiful.” Oscar comes up behind Y/N to look at it, it really is beautiful, he thinks it would compliment Y/N so well.

“You want look around some more?” Oscar asked.

“Yeah, I didn’t get a good look at the bags.” Y/N said, moving away from the Jewelry section. Oscar took the jewelry set Y/N was looking at to the checkout counter.

“How much will it be?” Oscar asked.

“500 euros, sir.” The cashier said. Oscar paid with his card and started looking for Y/N.

“Ready to go, darling?” Oscar asked.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Y/N said. Oscar held the door for her to leave and they walked in front of a café.

“You want crepes?” Oscar asked.

“Ugh, I would love some.” Y/N said, they entered, sat down at the table and ordered. Once the waiter left, Oscar placed a little shopping bag in front of Y/N. “You didn’t.” Y/N commented.

“Since I saw you looking at it, I thought ‘how great would Y/N look wearing this at the Grand Prix?’ So I bought it.” Oscar said smiling. Y/N felt those butterflies again.

“Thank you, tiburóncin, that’s very sweet of you.” Y/N said.

What solidified her love for Oscar was when she was baking and she got a phone call from him.

“Hey tiburóncin, what’s up?” Y/N asked, putting her phone on speaker.

“Hey, darling, you want to go to the movies? We could watch despicable me 4.” Oscar said,

“I’d love to, but I’m baking right now and my friend is going to pick up the cupcakes. But we could go out tomorrow.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, sounds good, bye, I love you.” Oscar hung up the phone. He got into his car and drove to the supermarket to buy milk because he knows that is the first thing to run out when she’s baking. Once he drove to Y/N’s apartment, he parked his car, got the milk out and knocked on her door.

“Brooke, they’re not ready.” Y/N said before opening the door. “Oscar, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to help you bake. Last time you said milk is the first thing to run out when you’re baking since sometimes you need to add more milk that the recipe says for the consistency so the cupcakes aren’t too dense.” Oscar said,

“You remembered that?” Y/N asked,

“Of course I did. Need an assistant baker?” Oscar asked.

“Come in.” Y/N said, Oscar walked into the apartment, put the milk in the fridge, and washed his hands to help Y/N bake. As Oscar was mixing the cupcake batter, Y/N said “I love you.” Oscar stopped,

“What?” Oscar asked,

“I love you. Lately I’ve been feeling butterflies around you and you do things for me just because, without me asking, and yes, the bar is low, but I really do love you.” Y/N said. Oscar walks closer to Y/N.

“I’m glad you love me, I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t.” Oscar said, letting out a little laugh. “You think the batter is ready?”

“I hope so. I love you, Oscar.” Y/N said.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Oscar said and they kissed,

The End

Hope y’all liked it!

Snuffles

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: witch reader makes a potion so she can be able to shapeshift into an animal but she forgot to tell anyone she was making this potion.

Warning: italics are going to be the readers inner thoughts

A/N:Yes, this is basically the Marauders turning into animagi BUT different steps, Masterlist pinned on my blog if you want more

It was a Saturday afternoon and Y/N was in the school’s conservatory brewing her potion. She had a vial with a strand of her hair, 5 drops of blood, and a mandrake leaf that is soaked in her saliva from being in her mouth for a week. She went outside the conservatory to find the pot she left in the field to collect the rain water she needed, she adds the rain water into the vial and the mixture turns into a pale red color. The last step was to say an incantation and cast it on the vial.

“Animoza Espinoza” Y/N said and the potion turned into a dark wine red color, signaling is ready drink. Y/N drank the potion while she was outside in the field, she felt a little tingly, and started to get shorter. That’s when Y/N checked her reflection in glass of the conservatory. Y/N has turned into a (your hair color) cocker spaniel (or a cavalier king charles spaniel, your choice. I chose spaniels because their eyes are the first thing you notice). Y/N was loyal to her friends, happy-go-lucky, outgoing, and trustworthy, all traits of a dog. Her favorite classic Disney movie was Lady and the Tramp, so it made sense that she was turned into a spaniel.

“Oh my god, it worked!” Y/N said, but it came out as little barks. Great, I can’t transform back now because my body needs to get used in its animal form before transforming back. So how do I get to my dorm if I am a lap dog? I’ll just go to the art shed, I’m sure Xavier is still painting something. Y/N is now on her merry way to the art shed with her ears flapping in the wind. When she made it to the art shed, she heard Chase Atlantic playing, meaning he was still in there. Y/N scratched at the door first but apparently Xavier couldn’t hear it so then Y/N howled. If he doesn’t open this door for me, I swear I’m going to kill him! Y/N heard Xavier turn the volume down so she bowled again. That’s when Xavier opened the door and Y/N did a little bark.

“Hey little guy…are you lost?” Xavier asked. Y/N barked and began scratching at his leg. Xavier decided to pick her up. “My bad, little lady, you’re lady.” Xavier said, checking Y/N’s anatomy. “You Don’t have a collar on you, do you, lady? Did you escape or something?” Xavier asked, placing her onto his table and looking into Y/N’s eyes, “Your eyes are so familiar to me, you got human like eyes, little lady.” Xavier said. Y/N started sniffing around Xavier’s work place. When she reached the strong smell of acrylic paint, she sneezed 5 times and then rubbed her nose with her paw. God, I hate my allergies. “You a sneezy little lady, huh? I’m gonna name you Snuffles, that okay with you?”

“Yes!” Y/N barked and she licked his nose when he got close to her.

“Aww, Well aren’t you friendly? Come on, let’s go to my dorm, you can meet my friend Ajax, he probably waiting for me to play video games.” Xavier said. He took a hoodie that was on his chair and wrapped Y/N around it, carrying her. “Don’t want you getting cold now do we.” He entered the building and started walking to his dorm and when he opened the door, Ajax was on Xavier’s bed.

“Hey man, how did it go in the art shed? Painted a new portrait of Y/N?” Ajax asked and Y/N immediately lifted her head. Como dices que dijiste, Xavier painting a portrait of me, why? “Aww, you got a puppy! He’s so cute.” Ajax said as soon as he saw Y/N.

“The dog is a she and yeah, I found her outside my art shed. She’s cute, isn’t she?” Xavier said, placing Y/N on his bed and watching her smell it. Damn Xavier, you really need to wash this comforter, o sea no manches, mi pobre nariz está sufriendo.

“She is. Did you name her?” Ajax asked as he went to pet Y/N. Okay, fine, you’re allowed to pet me, but no belly scratches, that is a line we both don’t want you to cross.

“Yeah, she was sneezing in the art shed so I named her Snuffles. Isn’t that right, Snuffles.” Xavier said in the voice you use to speak to babies and cute animals. Y/N’s tail started wagging as she left Ajax to go to Xavier, earning pets from him.

“So what are you going to do about Snuffles? Like does she have her vaccinations, where is she going to do her business, what is she going to eat?” Ajax asked. Y/N was staring at him,. “Don’t look at me like that! Xavier, I swear Y/N looks at me the same way when I say something stupid.” Xavier then takes a closer look at Y/N.

“I guess Snuffles does look like Y/N a bit. The same color eyes, same color hair, but Y/N has cute little beauty marks on her face, her smile is so pretty too.” Xavier said. Y/N was so happy she was a dog because if not, she would be blushing. But her tail is wagging right now.

“When are you going to ask Y/N out? I’m positive she likes you too!” Ajax said. Y/N then nudged her head against Xavier’s hand. “See? Even snuffles wants you to ask her out.”

“I’ll ask her out when I see her, okay. I got a little lady to take care of, don’t I Snuffles?” Xavier asked hypothetically and again, Y/N wagged her tail (whenever I talk to my dog in a baby voice, she wags her tail, but I think that’s normal for all dogs) “You’re going to sleep with me tonight, yes you are. But you need food. I’ll just give you my food.”

“Too much human food means an upset stomach, especially in small dogs.” Ajax stated, Y/N looked at him. How do you know that?

“How do you know that, Ajax?” Xavier asked.

“My sister has a shih tzu okay, I visit her sometimes.” Ajax said. (I believe Ajax would have older sisters and younger sisters, which is why he seems very sensitive)

“Okay fine, I’ll just give her some of my food when I’m eating, can’t be that bad.” Xavier said.

As the day went on, Y/N received pets from Xavier, Ajax, and Enid. Enid even knitted her a cute doggie sweater. Xavier took Y/N for a walk so she can do her businesses, cleaned up after her, it was a very good day.

“Alright Snuffles, it’s time to go to bed, little lady.” Xavier said said as he got into bed and made space for Y/N to so she can crawl under the covers. Omg, he’s so warm. Y/N snuggles against him, the next morning when Xavier woke up, he saw Y/N next to him on bed BUT she had her clothes on from yesterday. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” Xavier said as he moved her.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, yesterday I made a potion so I can shapeshift into an animal! But it reflects my personality so I ended up being a small dog which apparently you loved so much. I would have shifted back to human but it’s better to stay in animal form until you control it.” Y/N said.

“So you heard me say everything when you were Snuffles?” Xavier asked.

“Yep! So yes Xavier, I like you a lot too, and I would love to go out with you.” Y/N said.

“Okay, that’s great. I am so calling you Snuffles all the time now though.” Xavier said and Y/N covered her face. “Aww, don’t be embarrassed Snuffles.”

“Stop it!” Y/N warned Xavier. Xavier just laughed and hugged her.

“Come on, let’s go get something to eat.” Xavier said getting up from the bed.

The End

Thank you for tagging me, @shellyshellshell

I got orange, I believe it suits me despite me being the yellow character 😂

Orange: guitars, fanta bottles, sunglasses, orange peels, butterflies, popsicles, paper lanterns. your essence is orange: dreams hold you aloft and inspire you to be better. you thrive on creativity; there is always a new inspiration that moves you and takes your heart. you draw friends but may show all of them the same smile. you are the restless. you are the adventurer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of apricot, amber, fire, and terracotta, who share your enthusiasm. you are also drawn to the pensive souls blue and green, who will help you grow and see which projects and emotions are worth your time. however, you may struggle to get along with the headstrong personalities of grey and purple who are too rigid in their perspective.

No pressure tags: @viking-raider @zepskies @violetrainbow412-blog

i was tagged by @outragedmermaid to make what color is your aura quiz and then make a moodboard with that color!

Forest— fern leaves, greenhouses, cloaks, bookstores, pine trees, chokers, snake scales. your essence is forest: you are insightful and intense, possessed by your thoughts. you seek the impossible; you are pulled between pragmatism and romanticism, never sure which is right. often you rest in the spaces between black and white, lost in theory. you are the observer. you are the hypothesizer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of green, sage, moss, and teal, who share your deep contemplation. you are also drawn to the imaginative souls navy and amber, who will help you grow and help you let go of the rational. however, you may struggle to get along with the theatrical personalities of magenta and gold who are too loud in their pride.

tagging: @alexcabotgf @spnyuri @bellamyblakru @jckeperalta @liv-cole @shinsabine and anyone who wants to do this

Xavier Thorpe as Jess Mariano

Why do I write Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader fanfics based off of certain Gilmore Girls episodes? Here’s why

Xavier and Jess have complicated relationships with their fathers. Xavier’s dad isn’t emotionally available and Jess’s dad left him when he was a kid and moved to another state

They’re both the brooding brunette type. However; Xavier is a brooding tortured artist while Jess is a brooding tortured reader and writer

Both HATE their love interest’s first “boyfriend”. Xavier hates Tyler because of outreach day and Jess hates Dean just because he’s Dean

They both say out of pocket things when they’re mad

Also, just imagine Xavier bringing you food from the local diner because he knew you were going to be alone that night and stayed with you to eat together.

Imagine Xavier writing notes in the margin of your favorite book and you two compare notes of the books you’ve recommended to each other.

Imagine having movie dates every weekend where one person picks the movie and the other person picks what food they eat and every weekend they take turns.

Imagine Xavier getting a black eye because of a swan but he was too embarrassed to tell you so him and Ajax went to the lake to find the swan that beaked his eye 😂 it was a really funny scene between Luke and Jess, that’s for sure.

Imagine Xavier looking up the distance from Jericho to wherever you want to go to college.

Imagine Xavier’s love language being physical touch, always having his arm around you, holding your hand, kissing you, so cute.

Jess Mariano has some issues but you can’t tell me that Xavier wouldn’t do the positive things Jess has done with Rory

And I will be making a Gilmore Girls section on my Masterlist

Adorable!

something more

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!bau!reader

summary: you and aaron are friends with feelings more obvious than you think. or: 5 times the team suspects you and hotch are dating +1 time they know it.

word count: 6.6k

warnings: friends to lovers, the team being a little nosy, pining idiots!!!, probably inaccurate descriptions of bau jobs (for the plot!), a very small injury, a birthday, a first kiss, and fluff!

a/n: hiii this one has been a long time coming so thank you guys for being so patient with me!!! and special thanks to the anon who requested this one! i hope u guys enjoy it and please please let me know what you think <3 ily

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Aaron Hotchner was never someone you thought you could be this close to.

Coming to the BAU, you’d been intimidated more than anything. As Unit Chief, he’s got a reputation that’s hard to ignore. Professional, brave, cold when he has to be. His success and talent were undeniable, and all you wanted to do was prove that you belonged there, too.

Then, you really met him, and he surprised you in a way you hadn’t expected. Hotch was kind right off the bat, welcoming you to the team with a smile that felt like some sort of prize.

He was an excellent boss. Understanding and protective, quick to defend anyone on the team like they were his own family. Except, he was so much more than just your boss.

Now, you’d call him your closest friend, someone who’s number you’d call if you were in trouble. He’s your closest friend and yet you feel so much more for him.

It started slow, a friendship blooming the way a plant does with just enough sunlight. It was a shared smile here, a nudge of the shoulder there. It grew to be a seat next to him reserved for you on every plane ride.

Today, it’s eating lunch with him in his office.

Aaron usually works through lunch, more eager to get things done than he is to worry about skipping a meal. Somehow, with two tupperware containers in your hand and a sweet smile, you’d managed to get him to take a break.

“Whatcha doing?” You’d asked.

Hotch looked up from his paperwork then, dropping his pen because you were in his doorway. “You know, Unit Chief business. Reports.”

“Sounds like you have time for lunch, then.” You set the containers down on his desk, making sure to avoid the papers he’d just been working on.

“I should really get this done-”

“Hotch,” you stopped him, “you and I both know that you’re always ahead on this stuff because you stay here so late. Lunch won’t set you back.”

With a shake of his head and the biting back of a smile, a simple twitch at the corners of his mouth, Aaron agreed and stacked his paperwork off to the side.

That’s how you’ve ended up in the chair that’s usually on the opposite side of his desk, only now it’s tugged to be next to his. Your knees touch every so often when one of you shifts, and the warmth stays with you even when the contact is gone.

“Sorry it’s nothing fancy,” you say as he opens the container you brought for him.

“Don’t apologize. It’s great.” Hotch has a way of saying things that make them sound true, no matter how few words he uses, so you accept it.

“Okay, good!” There’s a small silence, a lull as you both take your first bites. “Can I help with anything?”

Aaron looks from the paperwork to your face, your eyes already on his. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” you reassure him. “I think sometimes you forget that you aren’t the only one who can do this stuff.”

He knocks his knee against yours. Purposeful this time. A silent ‘thank you.’

“Like you said, I’m ahead anyways. I’ve got it.”

“Come on, Hotch. I’m already done with my report from our last case. I’ve got time. Let me help.”

He’s always been reluctant to accept help, to ask for it, but when you’re asking so sweetly, when it’ll give him an excuse to spend more time with you, it’s hard for Aaron to say no.

“Alright. You help for an hour, that’s it.”

You grin at him, like his acceptance of your offer was some kind of gift he’d given you. Your nose crinkles a little with it, and his hand flexes in his lap, like he’s fighting not to reach out to you.

“Okay, put me to work, boss.”

“We just started lunch,” he says, a little chuckle puffing out.

“Have you ever heard of multitasking, Agent Hotchner?”

Aaron laughs, shaking his head as he reaches for one of the files in the stack he’d made and hands it to you. He’d call everyone at the BAU a friend, but there’s something different, something more about how he’d describe you.

He’s grown closer to you than he usually lets himself get to people, like you’re the only one with the right tools to break through walls he’s put up. You see each other outside of work (on the rare days you aren’t working), and still, he feels like it’s never long enough.

Hotch briefly wonders if he could just move your desk into his office. He shakes off the thought and what it might mean.

Head bent, you’re now focused on the work he gave you, and Aaron takes the chance to admire you. His eyes flick over your profile, the light hitting your cheeks, the flutter of your eyelashes every time you blink.

As if you could feel his gaze on you, you turn towards him and smile—a small, closed-mouth smile, but a smile all the same—before turning your attention back to the page.

When you take a pause and take another bite of your lunch, a small drop of sauce lands on your thigh. “Oh, shit.”

Aaron grabs a tissue from the box on his desk, wrapping it over his fingertip before wiping the small spot from your leg, his finger a spark against you even through your pants.

“Good thing you wore black,” he says, tossing the tissue in the garbage. His hand, however, stays on your leg, and though the touch is light the weight of it feels the opposite. Heavy, huge.

“Good thing you’re here to clean up after me, more like.”

Your eyes meet, and you share a smile with Hotch the way you often do. Mid-conversation, across a room, it’s a smile you sort of reserve for each other.

In the main office below, Derek, Spencer, and JJ stand together, watching the interaction through the window into Hotch’s office. You and Aaron seem to be in your own bubble, completely unaware of your small audience.

“They’ve gotta be together,” Derek is the first to speak, waving a hand towards the office where you and Hotch are talking. “I mean, come on.”

“I don’t know,” JJ shrugs, “they both seem kinda clueless.”

“We probably shouldn’t speculate about them,” Spencer, always the sweetheart, says. “But, statistically, Hotch never eats lunch. Just saying.”

JJ pats Reid on the shoulder, huffing out a laugh before she heads back to her desk.

You stay in Aaron’s office much longer than an hour that day.

-

Punctuality is important in the BAU. Really, if you’re not early, you’re late. You’ve always got to be ready, wheels up in ten, or five.

You suppose that doesn’t really apply to outside-of-the-office parties at Garcia’s.

It’s rare that you’re all available at the same time, from late nights at the bureau to families, it’s tough to make your schedules line up when you aren’t working, which is why whenever she can, Penelope likes to host drinks for the team.

You’re on your way there now, or, you should be. Instead, you’re getting ready in your bedroom while Aaron waits in your living room.

Hotch has offered to drive you to these things every time, and with every offer, comes your easy answer of ‘yes.’ He’d been outside in his car for five minutes before he decided to call, because you’re usually in his passenger seat within seconds of him pulling over by your building.

The ringing of your phone had your eyes blinking open, squinted against the sudden brightness of your TV. You’d accidentally fallen asleep, and, still disoriented, picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey, everything okay?” It’s Aaron’s voice on the other line, and you pull your phone away for a second to check the time before sitting up quickly.

“Shit, Hotch, I must’ve fallen asleep. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, I can wait for you.” He’d wait as long as you need, he thinks. The thought passes through like a leaf blown in the wind, freely, randomly.

“Have you been waiting long?” You ask, fingers tugging at a loose thread in your pants.

“No, don’t worry. Barely five minutes.”

And he still wanted to check on you.

“Why don’t you come in? My couch is probably more comfortable than your car, right?”

“You sure?” He checks, like he hasn’t been to your place before, like you’d ever not want him there.

“Get in here, Hotchner.”

You hung up before he could reply, and he laughed to himself in his car before shutting it off and doing exactly what you’d told him.

So, now, you’re rushing to find an outfit while Aaron sits on your couch by himself.

Even though he’s in the next room, you can feel his presence around you, the steady security he gives you, the warmth that seeps out of him even when he tries to hide it.

You settle on a knitted sweater, a skirt, and some tights, which you realize as you tug them on aren't the speediest of options, but it’s too late to change your mind now. With your hair figured out and the mascara that had smudged during your nap fixed, you step back out into the living room.

Aaron made himself at home while you were gone (he often feels that way with you, at home), sitting on your couch with his arms spread across the back. He looks better than he should there, suit stretched across his shoulders, and you have to clear your throat to snap yourself out of it.

“Okay, sorry again for the delay. I’m ready to go.”

He looks up as soon as you walk in, eyes skimming over your legs and the tights wrapped around them, your waist, up your neck. His gaze lands on your eyes the way it often does, like magnets.

He shakes his head, “don’t be sorry. We’ll be what they call ‘fashionably late.’”

You laugh, because who would’ve thought that the words ‘fashionably late’ would ever come out of Aaron Hotchner’s mouth.

“Who taught you that one, huh?”

“I like to keep my sources anonymous.”

“Well okay, then. Let’s go be fashionably late, Hotch.”

He lets you lead the way to the car, only jogging up ahead to open your door before you can reach it yourself.

During the drive to Penelope’s, you take control of the music with little objection from Aaron, and when it gets to a song you know he likes, you sing along, encouraging him to do the same.

“Let’s hear it, Agent Hotchner.” You hold your fist out like there’s a microphone in it, looking at him with a grin on your face.

“I can't sing.” Aaron’s fighting off a smile, because you’re sitting beside him, not too shy to sing along, being all cute and, briefly, he thinks about reaching out and grabbing your hand and holding on.

“Sure you can! Everyone can sing, come on.” You unfurl your faux microphone-holding fist and tug on the knot of his tie, “loosen up a little.”

And, because you have some way of convincing him of things—first lunch, now this—he humors you by joining in for one chorus of the song. When your eyes light up a little, and your grin only widens, he can’t bring himself to be too concerned of how bad he probably sounds.

By the time you’re at Garcia’s door you’re a solid hour late, yet you and Aaron walk up to the door with matching smiles all the same.

“I’m getting you to do that every time I hear that song now, I hope you know.”

“That was a one time special,” he says. He reaches over your shoulder to knock on the door. His hand brushes against you, featherlight and quick, a crackle over your skin.

On the other side, Morgan says, “must be the lovebirds” when he hears the sound.

You and Aaron don’t hear him, only broken out of your little shared bubble when Penelope opens the door. “There you guys are! I made your drinks but the ice might be melted by now. You know, ‘cause you’re late.”

You know this is directed towards you more than it is Hotch, because Garcia’s a little intimidated by him still. You also know she’s only joking, and greet her with a hug before stepping in.

Aaron isn’t far behind you, though at these things, he never is.

You’re met with warm greetings from the team when you walk in, and you chat for a bit, but it isn’t long before things split off into smaller conversations. They all know that Aaron drives you to these things, and, as profilers, they’re also all able to see the way you look at each other, the way the knot of his tie sits lower than usual.

In the corner, Emily leans over to Derek, saying, “usually it takes at least two drinks for Hotch’s tie to look like that.”

“I told you, they’re together,” Derek shrugs.

“I don’t think they know that,” Emily replies.

This time, Aaron hears them, and he can’t help but look towards you in the room the rest of the night, thinking and thinking and thinking.

He ends up deciding that they might have a point. That maybe, that shift in his heartbeat when you’re around isn’t nothing, isn’t just friends.

-

The flight home from a case always feels the longest.

On the way there, you’re packing every hour with information about what’s going on, talking to Garcia, reading police reports. You’re all on edge, eager to get out there and help and do your jobs,

Then, on the way home, with another case solved, all you’re thinking about is going home, sleeping in your own bed, and time seems to go slower.

If your name happens to be Aaron Hotchner, you’d spend the plane ride home doing paperwork that actually can wait.

You and Aaron sit next to each other on pretty much every flight, though the seats have never been assigned. It’s an unspoken thing, like your names are written on the fabric of the same two seats on the jet and that’s just the way it is.

The first time was early on in your time on the team. It was a tough case for you, and Hotch seemed to know it without you having to say anything, so, when you got on the jet to come home, he smiled that small, twitch of his lips smile at you and nodded at the seat next to him. You’ve been sitting there ever since.

Today, your flight is on the shorter side, but feels long the way it always does. Trying to keep yourself occupied, you pull out your earbuds and shuffle your playlist, hoping that the songs will speed things up.

“Sick of me already?” Hotch speaks up when he notices your headphones.

You tilt your head to look at him. He looks tired, the way you’re sure you do, too, but never any less handsome. His eyes are soft where they meet yours, paired with a hint of a smile that you’re always able to catch.

“Sick of you, Hotch? Never.” You nod at the file he has open on the small table, “just didn’t want to distract you.”

“I thought you enjoyed distracting me. Always telling me I work too much.”

“‘Cause it’s true,” you say. “That doesn’t mean you listen.”

“I listen to you more than I listen to most people.” Aaron’s voice is gentle when he says it, the words sinking in and melting you just a little, sugary sweet. It could mean absolutely nothing, but with the way he keeps his eyes steady on yours, you don’t think it does.

“Listen to this, then,” you hand him one of your earbuds, and his fingers brush yours when he takes it from you. “But you can’t make fun of me if a musical soundtrack comes on, okay?”

“Okay,” he huffs a small laugh, and you feel a little brighter. “I promise.”

You’re aware of the team having their own conversations in the rows in front of you and Hotch, but you can’t bring yourself to join in, because you and Aaron are sharing your earbuds and his head is bent just a little closer to yours. It’s delicate, and you’ll do your best not to break it.

You talk a little longer, until it naturally fizzles out and Hotch is back to working on his files and you’re bobbing your head along to your songs. Only now, Aaron sits closer to you, his arm against yours.

He’s not sure what to do with his newfound realization that his feelings for you run far deeper than friendship. All Aaron knows is that he likes the feeling of you beside him, and that he’s planning on keeping you there as long as you’ll let him.

It’s quiet between the two of you aside from your occasional ‘this is a good one,’ and his hum of acknowledgement.

Eventually, you’re relaxed enough that your eyes grow heavy, the sleep you’ve been lacking suddenly catching up to you, and when you hit a patch of slower songs you’re fighting to stay awake.

When your head lulls onto Hotch’s shoulder, you jerk your head up, “sorry, Aaron.”

His chest does something funny. A jump. It’s not often you call him Aaron, and he’d listen to the sound of his name on your lips on a loop if he could. Because he can’t help himself, he scooches himself even closer to you.

He decides to call you something different, too, saying, “it’s alright, honey.”

You’re too sleepy to really read into that one, all you feel is the flutter in your stomach and Aaron’s hand on your head, gently guiding it to his shoulder.

When he’s sure you’re asleep, Hotch looks away from his files and over to you. Your cheek is squished against his shoulder, your lashes fanned shut. He thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

Aaron doesn’t even feel the smile that spreads over his face as he reaches up and pushes your hair away from your face. He’s completely unaware of the eyes that catch him, far too focused on you.

Emily turned around when she realized she hadn’t heard your voice in a bit, and she did it just in time to catch Hotch’s movement. Instead of saying something, she turns back around and shakes her head to herself.

Hopeless, she thinks.

Sleep doesn’t come so easily with this job, with the things you see, so Aaron can’t help but try and stay steady for you, and if that leads to him letting his eyes close and resting his head on yours, then so be it.

It’s not until the end of the flight that the team checks on the two of you. As everyone stands and grabs their go bags, they notice the two of you, asleep next to each other, earbud wires hanging between you.

“Should we wake them up?” JJ asks.

“Hotch doesn’t get enough sleep as it is,” Spencer chimes in. “Neither does she, actually.”

Of course, Derek finishes with, “let’s leave the lovebirds to it,” before the team gets off the plane.

It’s only about twenty minutes later that Aaron does wake up, but he feels more well-rested than he has in a while, even with the kink in his neck.

Blinking his eyes open, he’s met with an empty jet and the comforting weight of your head on his shoulder. “Shit,” he sighs.

He debates waking you, ultimately deciding that you’d probably rather sleep in your bed rather than the seat of the BAU’s jet. Reaching up, he pulls your earbuds away, setting them on the table. With a brush of his fingertips to your cheek, he coaxed you awake.

“Hey, honey,” Aaron’s nearly whispering, like he’s afraid to scare you. Or, maybe, he’s convinced that if he moves too quickly, too loudly, this whole thing will fade away as if he’d been dreaming. “Wake up, we’re home.”

“Hm?” You grumble, scrunching your nose when he brushes your cheek again.

“We fell asleep, but we landed.”

“Oh, god.” You sit up properly, lifting your head. “I’m sorry, Aaron. Hotch.”

“Aaron is good,” he eases you. “Come on, I’ll drive you.”

Sleep-hazed, or maybe just happy that he can be Aaron to you, you agree easily and take his hand when he offers it, letting him lead you to his car.

-

You’ve been spending more time at Aaron’s ever since that flight. In the car, he’d convinced you to stay over at his place in the guest room, since it was closer. With your go bag already in his car and heavy, sleepy eyes, it was hard for you to do anything but agree.

It’s another slice of his life that he’s let you see, and you can’t help but feel like it means something, like you’re stepping further and further away from being coworkers who are friends and towards something different. Something more.

That flight feels like the catalyst, the thing that caused things to shift into what they are now.

Aaron’s couch is much more comfortable than yours, and though you’ve yet to spend the night again, you’re sitting there with him at almost every chance. The time off you get is rare, and Aaron wanting to spend it with you sends flutters to your stomach whenever you think about it.

You feel like you know him better, getting to see his space, how he chose to decorate, what colors he likes, which ones he doesn’t. You also know what temperature he likes to set his thermostat.

“Do you enjoy living in a refrigerator?” You ask, hands tucked into your sleeves. “Just wondering.”

Aaron laughs, a small huff, “I think you just run cold, honey.”

He’s been calling you that a lot, too. Honey.

“No way, Hotchner. Your house is what runs cold. Or maybe you’re cold-blooded.”

Not with you, he thinks. Years and years of doing what he does, Hotch might even call himself cold when he’s thinking a little too hard. But never cold with you. He thinks that might be impossible for him.

“Shhh, don’t tell anyone my secret,” he says, his arm brushing against yours from where he sits next to you on his couch. “Where are you cold?”

“Can’t feel my toes, Aaron. I might be out of commission for the next case.”

“Well we can’t lose our best girl, can we?” Best girl, he says. Like he means it, like it’s simple. “I’ve got some thick socks you can grab. Bottom drawer.”

Just like that, he’s cracked another wall of his down even further, giving you permission to go into his bedroom as if you’ve been in there a thousand times.

“Really?”

“Unless you’d rather not feel your toes-“

“Okay, okay,” you stop him, unable to fight your smile. “Thanks, Aaron.”

When you stand and head towards his room, Aaron can’t stop himself from thinking that you belong there, in his home, his room, his life. You fit in so seamlessly he wishes you’d never leave.

He stands up too, because the couch suddenly feels sort of empty without you beside him, without your warmth. He walks over to his thermostat on the wall and turns it up for you.

You’ve always thought that you can tell a lot about a person from where they live, and seeing Aaron’s bedroom now solidifies it. His place does too, but there’s something about his bedroom that feels much more personal.

Here, there’s more of him, little bits of his life scattered around. A picture of him as a kid with his parents on the dresser, the newspaper’s crossword sitting completely finished on his nightstand, his bed neatly made.

You smile at the framed photo before slipping the top drawer open and finding the pair of socks he’d been talking about. As much as you’d love to snoop, you don’t want to invade his privacy in any way. Besides, from Aaron, even a glimpse of his space feels special.

You slip on the socks before you leave his room, letting them bunch at your ankles.

As soon as you walk back into the living room, Aaron’s phone rings. Glancing at you softly, almost apologetically though he’s got nothing to be sorry about—you work with him, you know how important a call can be—he picks it up.

“Hotchner,” he says, holding it to his ear. His voice is different this way, more professional, controlled. Never any less pleasing to hear.

He’d wanted to say something about how good you look in his clothes when his phone rang, Garcia’s name flashing on the screen. Aaron wishes it was someone else, only to spend more time with you this way.

“Sorry to call late, sir,” Penelope says. “We’ve got a case. Missing kid; it’s urgent.”

“Don’t be sorry, Garcia. We’re on our way.”

“Wait, we?” She asks, curious as always.

“What’s going on?” You ask Aaron.

“Got a case. I’ll drive, honey.” He lets the pet name slip, like it’s a habit.

On the other line, Garcia’s grinning to herself in her office. She’d had a suspicion of who on the team Hotch would be with outside of work, and hearing your voice, and his use of the word ‘honey’ all sticky sweet, she knows she’s onto something.

“Oh, that’s ‘we,’” Penelope’s voice teases. “Tell her I’ll see you guys soon!”

Aaron shakes his head, fighting his smile. “Bye, Garcia.”

He hangs up and looks from his phone to you, your eyes already on him, corners of your mouth tugged up just a little like you’d heard what Garcia said, heard the lilt in her voice. Like you liked the idea of you and Aaron being a unit. We.

He likes that idea, too.

Back at the BAU, Garcia calls Derek next, who picks up with his classic, “hey, babygirl.”

First, she tells him that he needs to come into the office, that they’ve got a case, then, “you’re never going to believe this.”

Penelope loves to talk, and Derek’s happy to listen, so she tells him about how you’d been with Aaron when she called, and that you were on your way together.

“I give them another week, max, before they’re holding hands when they come in.” Derek laughs, because he can see yours and Hotch’s feelings so easily, plain as day, and he loves to be right about things.

“How mad will Hotch be when he finds out that we talk about his relationship?” Penelope’s mostly joking, only a fraction concerned.

“If the boss didn’t want us talking about it, he shouldn’t be so obvious, sweetheart.”

Once you arrive at the office, you don’t catch Penelope and Derek’s shared looks behind yours and Aaron’s—who happens to be carrying both his and your go bag—backs.

And if anyone notices the loose socks around your ankles, they don’t say anything about it.

-

You’re not supposed to go off on your own unless it’s absolutely necessary. You know that, the team knows that. Aaron, who is always trying to keep you as safe as possible, enforces it.

You guess that this time might be up for debate.

When it comes to what you do, you have to trust your instincts most of the time. And today, your gut told you to make a decision that might not have been safe, but to you, it felt like what you had to do.

Aaron had been on the phone with you, trying to figure out a way to make the car drive any faster to get to you. He’d heard it in your voice, in the tone of it, that he couldn’t convince you to wait for someone else to show up.

“I have to do this, Aaron,” you’d said. While the team would normally probably tease him about you calling him Aaron, as if it isn’t his name, they’d known not to interrupt this time. “You know I do.”

“You don’t have to.” His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he spoke. “We’ll be there soon, alright? Just-”

“I’m sorry.” And then, you hung up.

In the end, going in when you did had been the right move. A life had been saved, and you’d slowed the guy down enough that the police were able to arrest him when they arrived. All it cost you was a cut and a bruise on your cheek.

So, your instincts weren’t so bad.

Aaron, however, disagrees. Logically, he knows that he would’ve done the exact same thing you did, knows the rest of the team would’ve, too. But when it comes to you, he has a hard time thinking logically.

After you hung up on him, all he could do was breathe and breathe and breathe over the heavy thumping of his heartbeat and the worry spinning in his head. He drove the quickest he could manage, the car silent inside. A static.

It’s not that he doubts your abilities—he’s always thought you were incredible, even before the friendship, even before now—only that the idea of you being alone with such a bad man makes him feel sick.

He’d take your place in a heartbeat, if he could, just to make sure you’d be safe.

By the time he and the rest of the team get to the scene, you’re walking out of the building with a hand pressed to your cheek and a paramedic leading you to a nearby ambulance.

Aaron spots you right away, his eyes scanning the small crowd through red and blue lights and conversations surrounding him. When he spots you, everything goes quiet.

His first thought is, thank god she’s alive, then, it’s fuck, she’s hurt.

Without a word to anyone, he heads over in your direction right away. He meets you at the ambulance, where you sit on the small bench inside while the paramedic presses your cheek with gauze.

“Honey.” It comes out in a breath. Relief and pain all at once.

You look over to him, his hair a little messy, his eyes wide and roaming all over you like he’s checking for any other injuries. He cares about you, and it’s written all over him.

“Aaron. I’m okay.” You hold a hand out, and he grabs it, sitting beside you on the bench in the ambulance. “Promise.”

For now, he nods, letting the paramedic do their job bandaging up your cheek. When they’re finished, they hand you a spare bandage saying, “it’s gonna bruise, and it might feel sore for a bit, but you’re all patched up.”

The paramedic leaves after that, probably going to check on other people. The lights inside the ambulance seem to cocoon you, a bright difference to the darkness outside.

The first thing Aaron says is, “let me see.”

His hands reach for your face, rough fingertips gently holding your jaw, tilting you so that he can look at your cheek. It’s a little swollen, discolored where you must’ve been hit. There’s a furrow in his brow, something that looks like a pout on none other than Aaron Hotchner.

“Hey,” you grab his wrists, but his hands stay on your face. “I’m fine.”

Aaron’s always worried, he’s always cared about you and about everyone on the team, but this is different. He was usually able to hide things much better than this. Much better than with you.

Now, all he sees is the tiny bloodstain on your shirt and the bandage on your cheek. All he feels is your hands squeezing his wrists and your eyes locked on his.

“You should have waited,” he says. “I could have been there.”

“Hotchner,” your deadpan tone is intact, which he’ll take as a win, even if it’s directed towards him. “You and I both know you would have done the same. I had to.”

One of his hands shifts to cup your non-injured cheek. Normally, he’d be much more composed while working, but he can’t bring himself to care about how he must look right now.

“I know you did,” he tells you, because he does. “I just wish that you didn’t. I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

Your stomach is tumbling, rolling, your heart doing silly things in your chest. You can hardly feel the pain of your cheek anymore when his hand is on the other, his palm warm against your skin, his gaze even warmer.

“I’m hardly hurt, Aaron. Just a scratch.”

“Right. One that required medical attention. That’s more than just a scratch, honey.”

“If you say so, Hotchner.”

He shifts his hands so that they fall into your lap, palms up and fingers instantly finding yours, tangling together perfectly. Like puzzle pieces.

“Good job, by the way.” Hotch rubs his thumb over your skin once, back and forth. “You did the right thing.”

“Learned from the best,” you say.

You’re both oblivious to the fact that the team is watching from a distance, and that the two of you look so lovesick it’s ridiculous that you haven’t spilled your feelings yet. You’re both absolutely fucked.

Where she stands with the team, Emily shakes her head, “I haven’t seen Hotch like this since… ever.”

Beside her, JJ merely shrugs, like it’s obvious, “yeah, they’re in love.”

Spencer looks at you and Aaron in that ambulance with a smile. “The odds of you guys being right are very, very high.”

-

+1

Aaron Hotchner was never the biggest fan of birthdays. Was never big into the cakes and making wishes, the song and the presents and the fuss of it all.

When he started at the bureau, it stayed that way. Days off were rare enough as it was, so he’d always work on his birthday. And while he kept the signed cards from the team, he treated it as any other day. Nothing special.

This year, you’re on a mission to change that.

While it isn’t the first of Aaron’s birthdays you’ve spent with him, it’s the first one since the two of you have grown as close as you have, since you’ve felt the way you do. You’re just hoping to make it a good birthday for him.

You’ve roped the whole team into it. Decorating the conference room with streamers and balloons and a sign that hangs crooked on the wall, bringing in a cake that reads ‘Happy Birthday Hotch’ in frosting, and keeping it all a secret.

Of course, you’ve all already said happy birthday to him, and you’ve got a present stashed under your desk for later, but you’ve been doing your best to act natural even when the anticipation of your surprise for him eats at your stomach a little.

Surprises are a tricky thing, and there’s no way of knowing whether he’ll like it or not. You’ll just have to wait and see.

While in his office, the team had made it seem like they’d all left for the day, saying their goodbyes to Hotch. Instead of leaving, though, they’ve been hidden in the conference room waiting for you to bring him in.

“Aaron,” you say, knocking on his office door. “I think I lost an earring. Do you think you could help me look for it?”

Because you’re the one asking, Aaron says, “‘course, honey. Where do you think it is?”

You smile, because he’s fallen into your trap easily, because you know that he probably would search for an earring with you if you’d actually lost one.

“I remember having it on in the conference room, so maybe there.”

He stands from his desk, gesturing for you to lead the way with his hand held out. You grab onto it before he can drop it, tangling your fingers and leading him behind you.

Aaron lets you guide him, and when you open the door to the conference room and flick on the lights, he’s met with the team’s grinning faces and a chorus of, “surprise!”

For a moment, he’s speechless, frozen in his spot in the doorway with your hand in his.

No, Aaron’s never been the biggest fan of birthdays, but maybe that’s because nobody’s ever done something like this for him. You came into his life all sweet smiles and now you’re throwing him a surprise party? He’s never ever liked someone the way he likes you.

So much that like is spilling into a four letter word and he’s happy to let it.

You know him well enough to know that he doesn’t like being the center of attention too much, so the only people in the room are those of the BAU. His closest friends. And you, his favorite person.

Before he can say anything he’s being spoken to by the team, getting a ‘happy birthday, boss,’ from Derek, a spill about how hard it was to keep this a secret from Penelope, a grin from Spencer, a tip about how you’d organized all of this from Emily, a squeeze to the shoulder from JJ.

When he finally gets the chance, the others split into their own conversations, Aaron tugs you aside to the corner of the room.

“You did all of this for me?” He asks, head bent to catch your eye.

Although you’d caught the signature Hotchner smile—closed-mouthed and quick—when he saw the surprise, you’re nervous about what he might say. You worry that you’ve done too much, that he’d been pretending to like it for your sake.

“I’m sorry if it’s a bit much,” you start, anxiously tugging at your sleeves. “I wasn’t sure if you liked surprises, I know not everyone does, but I wanted to do something for you because I care about you. A lot. And birthdays are meant to be celebrated, you know?”

Aaron can’t help but let a smile spread over his face as you speak; a real smile. His heart is light, his feelings for you melting through him like the soft pink of cotton candy. He doesn’t think you could ever do anything that he wouldn’t like.

“I’ll clean it all up, too, I prom-”

Your rambling is cut off with his lips on yours. He’s kissing you.

It’s soft, the press of his mouth against yours, and it takes you a second to push back. It stays delicate, a dance between the two of you like you’d practiced a million times before.

His hands skate down your arms to hold your hands, weaving his fingers with yours, squeezing like he’s making sure you know this is real.

You feel it all over, your stomach tumbling, your heart beating in a rhythm that thumps his name. Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, over and over.

It’s a kiss worth a thousand words that you haven’t said yet, a kiss full of feelings and meaning and you know it, just by the way he does it, because you know him and he knows you. It’s you and Aaron, and it feels like the beginning of something huge. Of the rest of your life, maybe.

When he pulls back, Hotch rests his forehead against yours, giving your head a gentle nudge, locking his brown eyes on yours.

“It’s perfect,” he says.

The next thing you hear is Derek Morgan cheering, “I knew it!”

Similar words come from the rest of the team.

“Finally,” from Emily.

“About time,” from JJ.

“This isn’t surprising,” from Spencer, who smiles while saying it.

A sweet, “yay,” from Penelope.

Distracted by Aaron kissing you, you’d sort of forgotten they were there. Bashful, you tuck your head beneath Aaron’s chin, forehead against his collar. He simply tightens his hands around yours.

And when it’s time for cake, this year, Aaron Hotchner makes a wish on his birthday candles. He wishes to spend every other birthday just like this. With you.

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Hi, I was wondering if you could an Xavier Thorpe x addams!reader fic where there's a Addams family reunion and she's introducing him to everybody

It’s an Addams Family Reunion

Of course I can! Hope you like it, mi vida. My first Xavier Thorpe x Addams!Reader fanfic

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Addams!Reader

Summary: When Y/N is getting ready for the Addams Family Reunion, Xavier decides to pay her a visit

Warning: probably none

Y/N Addams is Wednesday's younger sister by a year. Much like Morticia, she sees positive things in her visions and has a more optimistic outlook on life. She has been dating Xavier Thorpe for a few months, when the fall semester ended early, Xavier have cellphones to both Addams girls. They are currently FaceTiming each other.

"What are you doing tomorrow, sweetheart?" Xavier asked as he was sketching.

"Well...I have a family reunion this weekend, tomorrow we have family flying out so I gotta make sure the house still has cobwebs and I need to feed Kitty and Cleopatra." Y/N said casually.

"There are more Addams? Who are Kitty and Cleopatra?” Xavier asked.

"Yes, there are a lot of us, and Kitty is our pet lion, Cleopatra is one of my mom’s plants. But I'll be busy tomorrow and the weekend, I'm sorry, pretty boy." Y/N said and she watched Xavier blush.

"It's fine, my love. Does the reunion start on Friday?" Xavier asked

"I think it does, yea. Pugsley is going to be playing with dynamite with our Uncle Fester when he stays in our house. Before you say anything, yes, it's perfectly safe...for us anyway." Y/N said.

"You Addams really are kooky." Xavier stated.

"Wednesday prefers spooky, but I agree. I need to walk Kitty, gotta go, okay." Y/N said.

"Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow." Xavier said and they hung up. There was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Y/N, darling, Can i come in?" Morticia asked.

"Sure mom, come in." Y/N said, putting away her phone.

"Were you talking to your boyfriend? The Thorpe boy?" Morticia asked.

"Yes mom, I've been talking to him. What did you what to talk about?" Y/N asked.

"Is he going to come over? I haven't seen him since Parent's Day.” Morticia said.

“I’m not sure, actually. Does Kitty need a walk?” Y/N asked.

“Your father is already walking Kitty so don’t worry. Tomorrow Cousin Itt and Uncle Fester are coming along with your grandmama, okay.” Morticia said.

“Okay, mom.” Y/N said, when Morticia left the room, Wednesday came in.

“Sister, when was the last time we saw the whole family?” Wednesday asked Y/N.

“It was for Pugsley’s Mazurka 2 years ago. Is the house even big enough to have the family reunion here?” Y/N asked.

“Maybe it is, it would be great to see Uncle Fester again though.” Wednesday said.

“Yeah i know, you’ll see him tomorrow.” Y/N said and with that, Wednesday left Y/N’s room.

Skip to Friday, with Gomez Addams being old money rich, their house was enormous and fit all the relatives. Everyone was sitting down, eating the food that Lurch had prepared for them. Then Y/N heard a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it!” Y/N yelled and when she opened it, she was surprised to see Xavier standing there is nice-ish clothes. “Xavier, I can’t believe you’re here, come in.” Y/N said, stepping aside to allow Xavier to come inside.

“Wow, your place and family are bigger than I thought. And there’s just a lion walking around, cool, no need to be scared at all.” Xavier said nervously.

“Um yeah, my dad makes a lot of investments and deals, he makes a lot of money without even trying, it’s his gift.” Y/N commented offhandedly. “Is it okay if I introduce you to everyone? I don’t want them asking questions.”

“Yeah sure, I can’t believe im meeting your entire family in one day, this is getting serious.” Xavier said.

“Oh yes, very serious, i expect a promise ring next month.” Y/N said teasingly, trying to calm his nerves but it didn’t work. “Im kidding, let’s just go.” Y/N looped her arm with Xavier’s to introduce him to everyone. “Mom, dad, Pugsley, you remember Xavier, right?”

“Oh yes of course, you gave the girls phones, I assume they are on your phone bill.” Gomez said.

“Yes, yes they are, don’t worry Mr. Addams.” Xavier said.

“No need for formalities, hijo, Gomez is fine.” Gomez said.

“Would you like to play with explosives my Uncle Fester gave me?” Pugsley asked Xavier, trying to be friendly.

“Not right now, Pugsley, I have to introduce him to everyone.” Y/N said,

“Maybe after.” Xavier said, making Pugsley smile slightly. Then they went to another family member.

“Cousin Itt, this is my boyfriend Xavier, Xavier, Cousin Itt.” Y/N said.

“Nice to meet you.” Xavier said and Cousin Itt chittered in reply.

“He said nice to meet you too and he likes your hair.” Y/N ‘translated’ for him.

“I like your hair too.” Xavier told Cousin Itt.

“He says thank you, I’ll talk to you later Itt.” Y/N said and then walked away.

“Is he made out of hair or does he just have really long hair?” Xavier asked Y/N.

“I Don’t know how to explain it…he has arms and legs so I guess he just has really long legs.” Y/N said.

“Can you understand him when he talks?” Xavier asked.

“Yes I do, it’s an Addams thing.” Y/N said. She later spots her Grandmama and Uncle Fester, deciding to introduce them to Xavier. “Grandmama, Uncle Fester, this is my boyfriend Xavier.”

“Oh wow, you are so very handsome, and tall too, you bagged a good one, Y/N.” Grandmama said and Y/N looked embarrassed while Xavier laughed a little, feeling flattered.

“Thank you, grandmama.” Xavier said.

“Call me Eudora.” Grandmama said.

“I hear Y/N talk about you a lot, it’s nice to see you in good lighting.” Uncle Fester said.

“Yeah, he was in the Nightshades library when you were there with Wednesday.” Y/N explained to Xavier.

“Oh, It’s nice to out a face to the name then.” Xavier said. Y/N has introduced Xavier to everyone from Ophelia Frump to Dr, Flambe, Uncle Knick Knack, Great Auntie Sloom, Aunt Petunia, and the spirits of Granny and Grandpa Frump (yes I googled the extended Addams Family). “I met everyone, right? Please tell me I met everyone.”

“You met everyone, guapo, trust me, you met everyone. Wednesday is currently dancing with Cousin Lumpy and Monday Jones.” Y/N said, looking at Wednesday dancing with their cousin.

“Do you want to dance?” Xavier asked.

“Really? Right now?” Y/N asked,

“Consider it…a do over from the Rave’N.” Xavier said, having his hand out for Y/N to take it. She took it and began to dance to the harpsichord that Lurch was playing.

“Thank you for coming to the reunion, you didn’t have to.” Y/N said.

“You were busy yesterday so I figured why not come over today. Is it okay if I sleep over though? That way I can get on your family’s good side.” Xavier said.

“Why would you need to be on their good side?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t know about you, but I see this relationship lasting at least a year, maybe more.” Xavier commented.

“You do, huh? Well…what if I told you the same thing? That I can see our relationship lasting i graduate from Nevermore. What would you say?” Y/N asked Xavier. Xavier made a pensive face, spun Y/N out, then spun her back towards him.

“I would say that’s great, because I love you.” Xavier said. It’s the first time he said it too.

“I love you too, Xavier.” Y/N said, and they leaned in to kiss each other.

“My life has become so much better since you and Wednesday started Nevermore.” Xavier commented.

“Even after Wednesday accused you of being the Hyde and getting you arrested?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, even then, because you were by my side every step of the way, I liked that you visited me in the police station.” Xavier said.

“Of course, I wasn’t going to let my boyfriend go through such a tough time alone.” Y/N said, kissing his cheek.“My life has also become better since I met you.”

“I think I should go play with Pugsley’s new explosives. Hey Pugsley, I’m ready to play now.” Xavier shouted when he saw Pugsley playing outside. So now Xavier and Pugsley are both outside playing with the explosives Uncle Fester got him and Y/N was just watching them have fun. She then felt a presence near her.

“You really like him, do you?” Wednesday asked.

“I love him. We love each other actually.” Y/N said.

“And he met the entire family, he didn’t faint when he saw Kitty, I was hoping he did though. He handled our family really well, I must say.” Wednesday commented. “He could definitely be an Addams.” Wednesday said.

“Yeah, I think he could be an Addams too.” Y/N commented, looking at how Pugsley hugged Xavier after blowing up something with his hand grenade.

Hips Don't Lie part 2

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N invites Henry Cavill to a carne asada after a month of dating

Warning: probably some stereotypical Latina/Mexican things because I'm half Mexican, no translated Spanish, unwanted comments from an aunt about weight (for me it’s with my mom) and about Henry, spelling and grammar errors

After a month of dating, Henry and Y/N were at his place, they were cooking tallarines saltado. Everything was going well and Y/N got a text.

“Give me a minute, guapo.” Y/N said, washing her hands to check her phone. It was a text from her mom. “Hey Henry, how do you feel about going to a carne asada? It’s this weekend, I know it’s a little soon to be meeting my parents, but I really don’t want to go alone.”

“Darling, it’s fine, I’ll go with you to the barbecue.” Henry said. He put the cut up steak into a pan to cook it along with the onions and tomatoes. “Why don’t you want to go alone?”

“Because my mom and my aunts are all going to be like ‘y el novio?’ Like I’m 32, not married or engaged, in their eyes…something is wrong. So please, my handsome British boyfriend, come with me to the carne asada.” Y/N practically begged, having her hands together in a praying motion.

“Yes, my tiny dancer, I’ll go to the carne asada.” Henry said, kissing her forehead and she was pouting with her arms crossed.

“I am not tiny, You’re just big.” Y/N said and her eyes widened at the last part of her sentence.

“In more ways than one.” Henry winked and kissed her. “Do we have to bring anything?” Y/N looked at him in a ‘are you kidding me’ kind of way. “Sorry, what are we bringing?”

“That’s better, and that depends. My mom usually makes her agua de Jamaica which is hibiscus water, don’t ask how it got the name, and red rice. Obviously my uncles bring the meat, um, I’m thinking, someone usually brings dessert which is like fruit salad and cookies, uh, carajo, no puedo pensar. Okay, I got it, we can make alfajores and picarones, mainly because I crave it.” Y/N said,

“What about really food? Should we bring macaroni salad?” Henry asked

“Never in my life have I ever seen macaroni salad at these carne asadas (I’m using my own experiences, obviously). We could make pasta though and like that we could eat some before we go and the rest we take it there.” Y/N said.

“Why would we eat before we go to the carne asada if we’re going to eat there?” Henry asked.

“Ay, amorcito, there’s so much You need to learn. Just in case there’s something you don’t like, and they never really start grilling right when you come in, it’s usually an hour after everyone’s there so you won’t be starving.” Y/N said.

“Alright, I’ll make the list so we can go shopping tomorrow. Now, I know this is going to be a stupid question, but what do I wear?” Henry asked.

“It’s not stupid at all. So again, my mom taught to dress presentable for whatever ‘event’ so like dress semi formal but summery.” Y/N said and Henry looked at her confused. “Just wear your khaki pants your navy or light blue button down.” Henry nodded.

It was the night before the carne asada and Y/N and Henry were in Y/N’s kitchen, their dessert is chilling, her dog Concha laying down in her bed (any breed you want), and they’re going over the family tree.

“Yeimy is my favorite cousin, she’s a music producer, love her to death. Then we have Juan Luis, Yeimy’s brother, kinda mujeriego, me entiendes, very fuckboy, but he’s a lawyer so we’re friendly. There’s my Tia chela, but you have to call her Graciela until she says you can call her Chela. Now Chela comments on my weight, a lot more than my mom does pero eso es otra cosa aparte.” Y/N said, showing pictures of each family member to Henry.

“Okay…who is Veronica?” Henry asked.

“She’s my mom’s friend from church, I don’t think she’ll be here though, she’s in Colombia.” Y/N said, looking for her photo to show him.

“And we’re going to your mom’s house for the carne asada?” Henry asked.

“Yes, I got her a house with a nice yard, my dad has the grill with the charcoal y todo. Now if there’s anything special that you want to drink or eat, get it tomorrow morning, we have to be there at 2.” Y/N said, now cleaning up the kitchen. So are you staying the night so you can help me with everything or are you coming here early in the morning?”

“I got all stuff in my car, I’m staying the night. I’ll just bring it in.” Henry said, he opened the door to leave and Concha got up from her bed to leave with Henry. “Nope, not you, just me.”

The day of the carne asada, Henry was in the driving with Y/N carrying the alfajores and picarones, the pasta in the backseat with Concha chilling so she could see her cousins. Y/N was wearing a sundress with wedge sandals.

“Okay, when you go in your obviously say hello to everyone, depending on whether the women of my family lean in, it’s a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It’s not a real kiss, it’s more of a cheek touch and the kiss sound, and with the men, again, obviously a handshake.” Y/N reminded him.

“Darling, I know everything, please relax.” Henry said.

“I cant relax, they never met any of my partners before.” Y/N said.

“Well i feel very special now.” Henry said.

“You should.” Y/N said.

Henry parked on the street, they go out of the car, Henry helping Y/N with the food as she put Concha on a leash so they could go to the house.

“Mami, ya llegamos!” Y/N yelled as she opened the gate to enter the yard.

“Ay Y/N, mi niña, cómo estás, amor? Y trajiste a supermán! Sabía que tenías amigos famosos pero nunca pensé de esta altura.” Y/N’s mom, Carolina, said.

“Ah mami, él se llama Henry, es mi novio, pero habla inglés, por favor.” Y/N told her mom.

“Oh my god, Henry, it’s so good to meet you. Finally my daughter has a boyfriend!” Carolina said and Y/N looked away to roll her eyes (because who the hell rolls their eyes in front of the their mothers, right?) “Princesa, has subido de peso? Te está saliendo un poquito la panza, no? Bueno, deja toda la comida en las mesa que no falta poco para llegar lo demás gente.” Carolina said and walked away to get paper plates and plastic utensils for everyone.

“What did she tell you?” Henry asked,

“Nothing it doesn’t matter, just put the food on the table, okay? Come on, Concha, let’s take you out your harness.” Y/N said and placed the food on the table to let her dog loose and Concha started running on the grass with Carolina’s cavalier King Charles spaniel, Honey. A few minutes, the cousins came, there was Yeimy, Juan Luis, Fabian (Peluche) and his wife Cecilia (Chiquis), Irma and her husband Erick, María José and her husband Diego, Alfonso (Poncho), and Maite.

“Prima, que bueno verte! Ooh, look at you, love the dress, you look so good.” Irma said, letting her Maltese, Cinnamon, off leash, Cinnamon ran to Concha.

“My mom didn’t think so, que bueno verte.” Y/N said, hugging her and kissing her cheek.

“Ay, no la escuchas, you look Great.” Yeimy said, placing what she brought on the table as well.

“Quien es el güerito?” Peluche asked, letting his german shepherd, Roscoe, off his leash

“Ay Peluche, mira quien habla de güerito. Anyway, everyone, this is my boyfriend, Henry.” Y/N introduced Henry.

“Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you all.” As Y/N told him, Henry greeted the girl cousins with a hug and let them kiss his cheek while shaking hands with the boy cousins.

“You landed Superman? The Witcher? How did you do that?” Maite asked. Y/N was going to answer but the tias and tíos came in as well.

“Hola hola! Carolina, ya llegamos! A ver, gordita, arrímate otra mesa, si?” Tía Chela told Y/N and Y/N did as she was told, she pulled another table to they could also place the food. Henry was saying hello to everyone. “Y mija, segura que es fiel? Como que es muy guapo, ha trabajado con mujeres como tú amiga Eiza, con la mujer maravilla, no sé, me parece raro que esté contigo.”

“Ay mamá, deja de escupir tu veneno a ella, ve con mi papá que está juntado al heladera para las bebidas.” María José said and Chela left reluctantly.

“Thanks, Majo.” Y/N said,

“I grew up with her criticizing me, can’t have her do the same to you. Look at us, we’re in our 30s and we still care about what our mothers say.” Majo said,

“Eso nunca va a cambiar.” Y/N said and she walked back to Henry where he was listening to her Tío Juancho (Juan Camilo) telling a story about his camping trip.

“Hey, pececita, I was just telling your boyfriend about the time I went camping,” Juancho said, hugging and kissing Y/N.

“So glad you’re back, love.” Henry said, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.

“Oye Henry’s ven conmigo un momento, come with me.” Y/N’s dad, Carlos, told Henry, tapping his shoulder.

“Papi, que vas a hacer?” Y/N asked.

“Nada mija, es como male bonding, help me grill, Superman.” Carlos said.

“Papi!” Y/N whined.

“Ve con tus primos, princesa.” Carlos said.

“It’s alright, maybe it’s a good thing.” Henry said, kissing Y/N to ease her worries. Henry went with Carlos to the grilled, grabbing the tray of seasoned meats to cook.

“So, Superman, how long have you been dating my daughter?” Carlos asked, sipping a bit of modelo beer.

“Not long, a month.” Henry answered.

“You think of dating her for longer?” Carlos asked.

“Of course, sir.” Henry said,

“Ah, escucha eso, ‘sir’, mira que respetuoso me salió. Listen, Y/N is a good girl, she worked hard in her music, bought this house for me y mi mujer, and if you break her heart or hurt her in anyway, I know some people.” Carlos threatened and Henry got paler.

Carlos laughed. “Ah, te estoy vacilando, it was a joke, you seem like a good person, you know how to grill?” Henry let out a breath of relief.

“Yeah, yes, I know how to grill.” Henry said.

“Good, pass me the orange container, it has the ribs.” Carlos said. Henry did what he was told and gave Y/N a thumbs up. Y/N gave him one back.

“You think your güero can eat what we brought?” Diego asked.

“Let’s hope so, as long as he doesn’t add salsa, it should be fine.” Y/N said. She looked over to where Henry was grilling with her dad, they’re gonna last, maybe not forever, but they would totally last.

Everyone was eating.

“Mija, te salió muy bien la pasta.” Carolina said.

“Gracias, me ayudó Henry también.” Y/N said, making sure she knew.

“Who knew you could cook, Henry, and with seasoning.” Carolina said, sitting down to eat. Henry looked at Y/N and she put her hands up in surrender. Everyone was serving themselves until.

“Haz platos para sus hombres también, que no se te olvide.” Chelis announced.

“Ay mamá, mas anticuada no puedes ser, ellos tienen manos, que se sirven solos.” Majo told her mom.

“Whats happening?” Henry whispered in Y/N’s ear.

“Do you see why I couldn’t come here alone? Just don’t serve yourself any salsa, the sauces are usually very spicy, the rest should be good to eat. There’s tacos dorados that have potatoes, some are chicken, others are beans, it’s a surprise. Take one of each, I’m sure you’ll like it.” Y/N whispered back to him. Everyone serves their own plate porque así debe ser, and they were all chatting, mainly trying to get to know Henry.

“So Henry, You’re a good looking man, why are you here with Y/N? I’m sure you can do a lot better.” Chela said and Majo states at her mom and mouthed her apology to Y/N.

“Has she been telling you this the entire time? Asking why I’m here with you?” Henry asked Y/N and Y/N just nodded. Henry stood up from his seat. “Listen, Graciela, I fell for Y/N the moment I saw her, I don’t know what you have been telling her since we got here but I have had enough. She didn’t want to come here alone and now I know why. If she shows up alone, you’ll ask why she doesn’t have a boyfriend, she shows up with me, you ask her why I’m here with her, that’s enough.” Henry said, Y/N pulled his arm to sit him back down.

“Perdón, Y/N, que Pena contigo.” Chela said and Y/N just nodded, it was nice to have someone other than her cousins defend her. “I’m sorry to you too, Henry.” Henry nodded his head and everyone continued eating. By the time they were finished, they went their “separate ways”.

In the carne asada, there were 3 sections, where the cousins were talking about their memories, what they’ve been up to. The aunts and her mom were talking about neighborhood gossip and about their kids. And of course the uncles and her dad drinking and talking about whatever.

“How did you and Henry meet?” Maite asked again.

“Well my coworker Eiza wanted to set me up with her, saying she was going to be at the after party. I didn’t want to be set up but when I went to the after party, I saw this beautiful woman dancing like she was the only one in the room, she captured everyone’s attention, including mine. Eiza noticed I was staring at the dancer and it turned out to be Y/N so Eiza called her over and there you have it.” Henry told them.

“Mira eso, prima, lo dejaste embobado desde el primer momento.” Ponchó said, petting Concha that went up to him.

“Así es, I thank our parents for playing Shakira when we were growing up.” Y/N said, raising her beer bottle to toast.

“Speaking of Shakira, how did you dance when he spotted you?” Chiquis asked, connecting her phone to the Bluetooth speaker that Peluche carried. It started playing the song ‘hips don’t lie’ and everyone was cheering ‘oh’.

“Alright, alright, I’ll show y’all.” Y/N said, getting up from her chair, handing Henry her beer. “It was something like this.”

Everyone was cheering, Henry was whistling, they were just having a good time.

“Pero ya, i guess that’s how Henry fell for me.” Y/N said, sitting on Henry’s lap now, taking her beer form his hand.

“You have no idea, sweetheart.” Henry kissed her.

“Mira Que lindo, pero no sé comen delante de los pobres.” Juan Luis said, sipping his beer.

“No que tienes novia, hermano?” Yeimy asked.

“Pero no está aquí, boba.” Juan Luis said.

“Wait Henry, why did you really like my dancing?” Y/N asked.

“You want the really answer or the savory answer?” Henry asked and Y/N hit his chest playfully. “Alright, alright, you were having fun, I wanted to be with someone I could have fun with. That, and the way you moved your hips gave me an idea of how you would be in other activities.” Henry smirked and Y/N laughed.

“Ay, you’re so dirty.” Y/N said, placing her head in the crook of his neck. “How you like my family?”

“I think I could come over more often, if you invite me, of course.” Henry said.

“Of course.” Y/N repeated and they kissed, his hands on her waist.

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