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🌕 “You’re in Love With Her, and We’re Done Watching You Suffer”

*part two to 🌙 “He’s Not Looking at Your Eyes” but don’t have to read the first one to understand*

It’s late afternoon in the Gryffindor common room, and the light filtering through the windows has that golden, hazy glow that makes everything feel like a dream. Laughter spills through the air, floating like smoke from a fire that’s been burning too long.

And Remus Lupin?

He hasn’t turned a single page in the book balanced on his knees for over half an hour.

Across the room, you’re sprawled on the common room rug, chin propped in your hand, laughing with Lily and Dorcas. You’ve got one of your cropped jumpers on — the kind that shows just enough skin to reveal the glint of silver at your belly button when you stretch or shift.

Remus notices. Of course he notices.

He always notices.

And Sirius Black? Sirius has had enough of it.

He watches Remus twitch every time you laugh. Every time someone leans too close to you. Every time you casually toss your hair back, unaware that it’s knocking the air out of Moony’s lungs. It’s getting ridiculous.

Sirius, who has known Remus Lupin longer than anyone, slams his book shut.

Marlene, who’s been curled up with a Sugar Quill and a wicked look in her eye for the past ten minutes, straightens up like a predator sensing blood in the water.

They exchange a look.

It’s time.

“Right,” Marlene says, hopping up and brushing nonexistent dust off her jeans. “This is a pining intervention.”

Sirius cracks his knuckles dramatically. “We go in loud, or we go in loud?”

Marlene grins. “Oh, we’re going in louder.”

They flank Remus like twin hurricanes, one on each side of his armchair. He looks up, startled. Guilty. Like a deer caught in the beams of two very fashionable, very furious headlights.

“Moony,” Sirius says, arms crossed. “We need to talk.”

“Now.”

“Immediately.”

Remus furrows his brows, already retreating. “If this is about the Transfiguration notes—”

“This is about your crushingly obvious, gut-wrenching, absolutely agonizing love for”—Marlene throws her arms toward you dramatically—“her.”

Remus blinks. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me,” Sirius says. “You’ve got the look of a man being emotionally stabbed every time she wears that jumper.”

“She’s allowed to wear jumpers,” Remus mutters weakly.

“Of course she is,” Marlene says. “And you’re allowed to have FEELINGS. You just… haven’t admitted them out loud to anyone. Including yourself.”

“You’re in love with her,” Sirius says flatly. “It’s not a secret, it’s not subtle, and it’s not going away.”

Remus looks away quickly, his fingers twitching where they rest on the spine of his book. “She’s James’s sister.”

“And you’re Remus Lupin,” Marlene says. “Sweet, bookish, brilliant Remus Lupin, who stares at her like she hung the bloody moon and still somehow thinks he isn’t good enough.”

“You act like love’s this dangerous thing,” Sirius adds, softer now. “Like if you touch it, it’ll break. But she’s not a porcelain doll. She’s a firecracker. And she wants you to light the fuse.”

Remus runs a hand through his hair, the tendons in his neck tight. He looks like he wants to disappear into the fabric of the chair.

“I don’t want to hurt her,” he murmurs. “I’ve got too much… in me. Things she doesn’t deserve.”

Marlene kneels in front of him, her voice dropping with sudden warmth. “She knows who you are. She’s always known. And she’s still here. She doesn’t want a perfect boy, Remus. She wants you.”

“She talks about you all the time,” Sirius says. “Not in that annoying Lily-and-James way. In that quiet, soul-deep, ‘I’d die for him but I’d never admit it’ kind of way.”

Remus’s breath catches. His voice is a whisper. “She does?”

Marlene nods. “When you’re asleep in the dorms? She checks your blanket every time she walks past. She defends you in every argument. When you’re not in class, she looks for you before she asks the professor if you’re okay.”

Sirius chuckles. “She punched that Slytherin in third year because he called you a ‘sickly bookworm.’ Absolutely flattened him. It was legendary.”

Remus actually smiles at that, the smallest twitch of his lips.

“She’s always in your orbit, Remus,” Marlene says. “And you’ve been holding back like she doesn’t already live in yours.”

Remus leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, face in his hands. He breathes out slowly, like something inside him is splintering open after years of being locked shut.

“I think I’ve loved her since the first time she beat Sirius in a duel,” he admits quietly. “She laughed like she had no idea she was extraordinary.”

Marlene’s expression softens. “Then tell her.”

“She deserves to know,” Sirius adds. “And you deserve to stop living like love is something you have to earn.”

There’s a long pause.

Then Remus looks up, eyes wide and scared but shining for the first time in ages.

“I don’t know how.”

Sirius grins and slaps his shoulder. “You don’t need a speech, mate. You just need to start with the truth.”

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🌕 “You’ve Been Kissing Him This Whole Time?!”

pairing: Remus Lupin x You

A secret romance. A big reveal. And a whole lot of chaos.

(you are james sister in this)

⸻

Gryffindor common room

A few weeks before Christmas

It’s late.

The common room is quiet soft firelight flickering, everyone else either asleep or wrapped up in essays. You’re tucked in the shadowed corner of the room, hidden behind the high back of a velvet armchair that’s always somehow warm. Your legs are curled into Remus’s lap, a blanket draped over the two of you. His hand is gently tracing patterns on the inside of your wrist, his other resting low on your waist.

You’ve been dating in secret for a little over two months now.

And it’s perfect like this.

The stolen moments. The whispered “I miss yous.” The way he looks at you like you’re something carved from starlight and wild magic. You haven’t told anyone yet — not Marlene, not Lily, not even Sirius. And definitely not James.

Because James is your brother.

And Remus is… Remus.

Gentle. Quiet. A little afraid he doesn’t deserve this, even though you remind him every single day with your hands and your mouth and your eyes that he absolutely does.

You shift and press a soft kiss to his jaw. “You smell like parchment and chocolate.”

He hums, smiling lazily. “And you smell like danger.”

You laugh quiet and sweet. “Is that why we’re hiding behind a chair like we’re about to commit tax fraud?”

“I’m not afraid of being caught,” he murmurs, pulling you closer. “I just like having you to myself.”

You melt a little at that. You always do.

But then

“Oi, Moony!”

Sirius’s voice rings out from the stairs. “Have you seen my—”

He stops cold. His eyes land on the two of you like twin spotlights from a train.

You freeze. Remus stiffens. You both try to shift the blanket, but Sirius has already seen it all the way your legs are curled into Remus’s lap, your hands tangled in the hem of his jumper, his fingers still resting on your hip like they live there.

Sirius blinks.

Then

“OH MY GODRIC-GRACIOUS-GRYPHON-GUTS, YOU’RE SNOGGING HER?!”

Remus jumps like he’s been electrocuted.

You sit up too fast and nearly fall off the couch.

“Sirius shut up”

But it’s too late.

The room explodes.

Marlene appears from literally nowhere. “Wait, WHO’S SNOGGING WHO?!”

Lily pokes her head down from the dormitory staircase. “Oh my Merlin, I KNEW it—”

Dorcas gasps so loudly you’re sure it echoes through the towers. “Wait, was this a thing this whole time?!”

Then James.

James Potter walks into the common room at that exact second, casually munching on a biscuit.

“What’s going on”

Sirius spins dramatically, points both arms like a muggle air traffic controller and shrieks:

“REMUS AND YOUR SISTER HAVE BEEN MAKING OUT IN OUR COMMON ROOM LIKE HEATHENS.”

The room goes silent.

Remus turns a shade of white that may never return to normal.

You just. Stare. At James.

James stares back.

Remus tries to speak. “James, I—”

“YOU’VE BEEN KISSING MY SISTER?”

“She kissed me first!” Remus blurts, panicking.

“NOT HELPING!” you hiss.

James looks horrified. “IN OUR HOUSE? OUR COMMON ROOM? YOU’VE BEEN… COZYING UP BEHIND CHAIRS?”

You scramble to stand. “Jamie stop. It’s not some sordid thing. We’re together. We’ve been together for a while, and we didn’t tell you because we knew you’d freak out like this—”

“Like this?! I’m being REASONABLE! I’m staying CALM—”

“You’re yelling.”

“I’M YELLING WITH CONTROL.”

Marlene is doubled over with laughter. Lily’s grinning from ear to ear. Sirius is sitting dramatically on the stairs with his head in his hands muttering, “The betrayal. The lies. The secret cuddles.”

Remus clears his throat, trying to salvage what little dignity remains.

“James,” he says carefully, voice low and sincere. “I didn’t plan for this to happen. I didn’t think I deserved her. But I love her. And I’m not going to hurt her. Ever.”

James stares at him. Then at you. Then back at him.

Long pause.

“…you love her?”

You and Remus both freeze.

But Remus doesn’t falter. “Yes.”

You reach for his hand.

James stares a moment longer.

Then sighs. Rubs his face. “Bloody hell, I need a drink.”

Marlene: “Want a Butterbeer?”

Sirius: “I want a pensieve so I can delete this entire memory.”

James points at Remus. “If you ever hurt her”

“I won’t.”

James narrows his eyes. “Even accidentally”

“Still won’t.”

“…Fine,” James says at last, waving a hand in defeat. “But if I hear about you snogging behind any more furniture”

“You won’t,” Remus says quickly.

Marlene: “You definitely will.”

Sirius: “They were absolutely about to snog before I walked in.”

James groans into his hands.

Lily walks past him and pats his shoulder. “You raised them both, and now they’re in love. Be proud.”

⸻

Later that night, when the fire’s burned low and the chaos has finally settled, Remus pulls you aside near the portrait hole.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

You smile. “They know now. No more sneaking.”

“No more hiding.”

“No more jumping behind chairs.”

He grins and tucks a curl behind your ear. “Except maybe for old times’ sake.”

And when he kisses you this time slow, warm, public no one interrupts.

(Though you’re pretty sure Sirius is watching from the stairs and silently rating the kiss out of ten.)

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🌙 “He’s Not Looking at Your Eyes”

pairing: jealous Remus Lupin x you

background: remus and you have been friends for a long time, you just got a belly piercing

You’re leaning back on the stone steps outside, sun-drenched in a sleeveless cropped top, the delicate glint of your belly button piercing flashing every time you laugh or move.

You hadn’t meant to attract attention.

But you did.

Remus sees it all from the shade of a tree near the library wall. A book rests half open in his lap, but he hasn’t turned a page in twenty minutes. His jaw is tight. His eyes? Locked on you.

You’re not doing anything wrong. You’re just being you.

And that’s the problem.

Because across from you is a Ravenclaw boy tall, smug, all confidence and sunshine. He’s leaning too close. Laughing a little too hard. His gaze drops low every time you shift. And it’s not your eyes he’s looking at.

Remus sees it.

Every. Single. Time.

His fists clench around the spine of his book.

He forces himself to look away. He doesn’t want to be that guy. The jealous one. The one who growls at anyone who even breathes in your direction. He doesn’t have that right not officially. Not yet.

But Merlin, it hurts.

He hears your laugh ring out light and golden. The Ravenclaw boy leans closer again. You nudge him playfully, unaware of how it looks from afar. How it feels to someone who’s been falling for you in absolute silence for months.

You don’t see the way Remus stands up too quickly, the way he paces once, twice. He’s burning from the inside out and still trying to act like it doesn’t bother him.

But then the boy reaches out just casually. His fingers graze your side.

Remus is there before he knows he’s even moved

“Hey,” he says, a little too sharp.

You blink up at him. “Hey! Didn’t know you were out here.”

He nods once, eyes on the other boy. “Yeah. Funny, I’ve been… watching the clouds. For an hour.”

The Ravenclaw raises a brow. “Romantic.”

Remus doesn’t respond. Doesn’t have to. His gaze is heavy, his jaw set. You feel the energy shift like a thundercloud rolling in.

You frown slightly. “You okay?”

Remus looks at you, finally and it’s not cold. It’s aching. His voice drops lower, softer, but there’s steel under it.

“He shouldn’t be touching you like that.”

You blink. “What?”

“That,” he nods toward your stomach — your piercing. “It’s not a toy. It’s yours. He’s not the one who held your hand after you got it. He’s not the one who helped you clean it with trembling fingers and asked if you were okay ten times in a row. He’s not the one who…”

He trails off.

You stare at him. Heat rushes up your neck.

The Ravenclaw boy awkwardly excuses himself with a mutter and a wave, realizing he’s now deeply in the middle of something he didn’t sign up for.

Remus waits until he’s gone before letting his breath out.

You speak quietly. “Remus… were you jealous?”

He doesn’t look at you at first. His voice is quiet.

“I’m trying not to be.”

You step closer. The space between you collapses to almost nothing.

“I didn’t think you noticed stuff like that.”

His eyes finally meet yours. And they are burning.

“I notice everything about you.”

You’re silent. Heart pounding. Your shirt rides up a little more in the breeze, and you see his gaze flicker downward just for a second then back up like it physically hurts him to look away.

“I don’t want to be just your friend anymore,” he whispers. “But I’ll wait as long as you want. I just… I can’t stand watching someone else act like they have pieces of you that they don’t deserve.”

You reach for his hand. Slowly, deliberately. He lets you.

“I don’t want anyone else to have them either.”

His breath hitches.

And for the first time, he doesn’t pull away.

part 2????

[maraudergirlcore]

“The Supply Closet Nap”

Pairing: Andrew DeLuca x Y/N

Featuring: Jo Wilson, Levi Schmitt (briefly)

⸻

The day had been hell.

Back-to-back traumas. A burst appendix. A grumpy Miranda Bailey. And a resident who cried after being told to “retract properly.”

You were done.

Emotionally fried, physically aching, and on the verge of breaking every vending machine in the hospital for being out of pretzels. You ducked into the nearest unused space—the supply closet behind OR 2. You just needed five minutes. The moment you leaned your head against the wall and sighed, the door creaked open.

And of course it was him.

Andrew DeLuca stood there, holding a bag of mini donuts and looking surprised to find you. “Well, well,” he said, stepping in and shutting the door behind him. “Caught hiding.” “Caught snacking,” you shot back, eyeing the donuts. He smiled and walked toward you. “Bad day?”

“Exhausting.” He offered you the bag silently. You took one, biting into it with a hum.

He watched you with that soft look he only gave you. The one that made your stomach flip every time. Then, without asking, he sat down on the floor and patted the spot next to him. You hesitated, then joined him shoulder to shoulder, sitting between mop buckets and surgical gloves.

For a few minutes, you both just sat there. Silent. Still. Then, his head dropped onto your shoulder. “You smell like OR soap,” he mumbled. “You smell like blood and sugar.”

“Romantic.”

You smiled. “Very.”

He shifted just enough to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you into his side. “Let’s sleep for 10 minutes. Nobody will find us.” “They’ll definitely find us.”

“We’ll pretend we’re looking for gauze.”

“In each other’s arms?”

He smirked, eyes already fluttering closed. “We’re thorough.”

⸻

Fifteen minutes later…

Jo opened the door and blinked. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Levi leaned over her shoulder. “Awww.” You didn’t even flinch. Andrew mumbled sleepily, “Five more minutes…”

You cracked one eye open. “Shut the door or I’m assigning you to rectal exams for the rest of the week.”

Jo laughed and shut the door.

And you? You drifted back into the quiet with him.

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Coffee Break Confessions

Summary: During a hectic day at the BAU, you and Aaron find a moment of respite in the break room. As you share a cup of coffee, you open up about your dreams, fears, and aspirations, forging a deeper connection and understanding between you.

Contains: Fear of frog, spoiler about Haley, talk about a case,

As the plane gently touched down on the runway in Quantico, Virginia, you couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. It had been an exhausting and emotionally draining case in New York, where a sadistic killer had been terrorizing the city, preying on his victims' deepest fears.

Stepping off the plane, you were greeted by the cool evening air, which carried a hint of the approaching autumn. The breeze played with your hair, gently brushing against your face, as if nature itself was trying to soothe the lingering unease from the case.

You couldn't help but crave a dose of caffeine after such an exhausting week. With your energy levels running low, your first instinct was to head straight to the break room for a revitalizing cup of coffee. To your surprise, it seemed that Aaron Hotchner had the same idea, as he quietly joined you in the coffee room.

As you fired up the coffee maker, the late hour casting a quiet ambiance in the room, you turned to Aaron Hotchner and offered, "Would you like a cup?" It was just the two of you, making the interaction feel more intimate. He nodded appreciatively, his reply a simple "Yes, please." With a nod of your own, you began pouring the coffee into the cups.

"One sugar, please," he requested, and you obliged, adding the sweetener to his drink. As you handed him his cup, your eyes caught a glimpse of his hand, still showing signs of the injury he had sustained while apprehending the unsub. Concerned, you gently gestured towards his scraped-up hand and advised, "You should put something on that."

"I'll be fine," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of reassurance, his chest subtly puffing out with resilience. After a few moments of silence, both of you savoring the warmth of the coffee, you couldn't help but speak up, your tone tinged with sadness. "What a way to die, death by your biggest fear," you mused, shaking your head. As you stared into your half-drunk coffee, “I know” he sighed, understanding the weight of such a fate.

A soft chuckle escaped you as you remembered your own deepest fear. "I'm scared of frogs," you admitted. His eyebrow arched curiously, his gaze fixed on you, intrigued by your unexpected revelation.

"Frogs?" he asked, stunned by the revelation. He had witnessed you fearlessly confront and outmaneuver dangerous unsubs, engage in playful battles with Derek, and undertake numerous daring feats that most people wouldn't dare to attempt. Learning that you were scared of frogs caught him off guard. You groaned and sank into an empty chair, seeking comfort “don’t laugh at me”. Aaron leaned back against the wall, studying you with genuine curiosity.

"I'm not laughing at you," he reassured you, lifting his coffee mug to his lips. "I'm just curious why frogs?" he inquired before taking a sip of his drink. Your rapid explanation followed, your words spilling out in a rush. "I don't know, I just always have been. I remember when I was young and would visit my great aunt and uncle's cabin. There were always frogs, and they just freaked me out. I once refused to leave the cabin the entire time I was there because of the frogs." Your voice held a mix of nostalgia and slight embarrassment.

He chuckled softly, appreciating the unique quirk that was your fast-talking. Many people had criticized it as a flaw, complaining that they couldn't understand you. But to Aaron, it was one of the things he adored about you. He always managed to keep up and grasp the essence of your words, appreciating the authenticity in your rapid delivery.

"How would that even work?" Aaron asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Like being killed by frogs?" He nodded in confirmation,

"Maybe they lock me in a room full of frogs, I don't know," you shrugged, trying to imagine the scenario.

"How about you?" you asked, genuinely curious. "What about your deepest fear?" The words lingered in the air, bouncing around in his mind. Memories flooded back to Aaron—memories of his late ex-wife, Haley, and the unimaginable pain he felt when she was taken from him. He had always believed that losing her was his greatest fear, but now, standing here with you, it was different.

"You," he blurted out, not fully realizing the weight of his words. Your eyes widened in surprise, your heart skipping a beat. The man you had secretly liked for so long, the one who remembered your favorite food and surprised you with it at lunch, was afraid of you?

"Me?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. The revelation left you speechless, a mixture of emotions swirling inside you. You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"No, no, no," Aaron quickly interjected, his gaze fixed on his cup as he absentmindedly stirred his drink. His movements were restless, his thoughts racing. "I mean... I'm scared of losing you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in his words struck a chord deep within you, and you realized just how much he cared.

This case made him realize he couldn’t lose you, he needed you.

"Oh," you managed to say, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and anticipation. The air hung heavy with expectation, and for a few seconds, an awkward silence enveloped the room. You could feel Aaron's gaze on you, waiting for your response. Your mind raced, trying to process the enormity of the moment. Did he feel the same way you did all these months?

"Aaron?" you spoke softly, rising from your seat and taking a step closer to him. He hesitated, still avoiding direct eye contact, his focus fixed on his drink. Gathering your courage, you gently reached out and took the cup from his hand, placing it carefully on the counter. The gesture was both comforting and symbolic, conveying your desire to be fully present in that moment.

"I'm afraid of losing you too," you confessed, your voice filled with sincerity. His eyes finally met yours, searching for confirmation and reassurance. "Really?" he asked, a glimmer of hope and vulnerability shining in his eyes. You nodded, a genuine smile gracing your lips as you looked at him.

"More than your fear of frogs?" you tilted your head playfully, “well” you squeaked, teasing him gently. His chuckle filled the room, a sound that warmed your heart. In response, he lightly shoved your shoulder, a playful gesture that conveyed his affection. But then, he surprised you by pulling you closer, bridging the gap between you, and connecting your lips together.

In that moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you immersed in a profound and heartfelt connection. The kiss spoke volumes, expressing the depth of your feelings for each other and sealing a new chapter in your shared journey.

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Failed to notice

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Summary: The entire BAU team notices the undeniable chemistry between the reader and Hotchner, but the two remain completely oblivious. The team decides to play matchmakers, setting them up to push them closer together and finally make them realize their mutual feelings.

Contains:Fluff, Early season characters, flashbacks, setting people up

The BAU team had seen it all - gruesome crime scenes, twisted minds, and the darkest corners of humanity. But there was one thing they couldn't quite decipher the undeniable chemistry between their esteemed leader, Aaron Hotchner, and a member of their own team, you. It was a spark that lit up the room whenever you guys were together, but somehow, you both remained completely oblivious to it.

As you and the rest of the BAU team gathered for the morning briefing, your eyes immediately gravitated towards Aaron, as they often did. Today, however, there was something different about him, and it didn't take long for you to realize what it was. He was wearing a new suit, a perfectly tailored navy ensemble that hugged his frame in all the right places. The fabric accentuated his broad shoulders and defined physique, making him look even more commanding and confident than usual.

Unable to tear your gaze away, you found yourself captivated by the way the fabric stretched ever so slightly across his biceps, revealing just enough of the strength and power hidden beneath. It was as if the suit had been designed specifically to showcase his muscular arms, drawing attention to every flex and movement. The sight sent a jolt of electricity through you, igniting a spark of desire you hadn't anticipated.

Lost in your own thoughts and the captivating sight of Aaron Hotchner in his new suit, you failed to notice the subtle glances exchanged between Spencer and Derek. Unbeknownst to you, the two agents had picked up on your prolonged gaze directed solely at the unit chief, bypassing the usual observations of the other agents in the room.

As the meeting came to a close, the team members filed out of the briefing room, each heading towards their own desks. But you, on the other hand, had become accustomed to a different routine. You practically shared an office with Aaron Hotchner. He always welcomed you to sit on the couch in his office and work alongside him. This had become an almost everyday occurrence, so it was no surprise to anyone when you made your way to Hotch's office once again.

But it also came up with a perfect opportunity to plot on how to get you guys together.

"I don't get how they don't see it," Derek voiced his thoughts, a mixture of puzzlement and amusement evident in his tone. "They're both so in love with each other."

Spencer nodded in agreement, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "It's quite obvious, isn't it? The way they look at each other, the way they support one another. Their feelings are palpable."

Before they could delve further into their musings, Elle interjected, her curiosity piqued by their conversation. "Are you guys talking about Hotch and L/N?" she chimed in.

Derek chuckled, glancing at Spencer for confirmation. "Yeah, we are," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's like they're the only ones who don't realize it."

Elle leaned against the nearby desk, her interest fully piqued. "But why? What's keeping them from seeing what's right in front of them? there both such good profilers."

Spencer sighed, contemplating the complexities of human emotions. "Love can be a strange thing," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "Sometimes, it takes an outside perspective to recognize what's truly in front of us."

Derek nodded, his gaze fixed on you and Hotch, He was smiling at a joke you had said. They all notice he only really smiles with you or when your around

"We should do something about it," Derek suggested, a mischievous spark in his eyes. "Help them realize what's right in front of them."

Spencer nodded, a small smile forming on his face. "A well-planned intervention might be just what they need. We'll have to be discreet, though. They're both private individuals."

Elle joined in their plotting, her excitement evident. "Count me in. Let's create the perfect opportunity for them to acknowledge their feelings."

Just as they were about to delve further into their discussion, Penelope walks into the room, her vibrant energy filling the space. "Did someone say intervention?" she exclaimed, a mischievous grin adorning her face. "Count me in! I've got some tricks up my sleeve that will make their hearts flutter."

JJ, who had been listening from the doorway, joined the group with a knowing smile. "I've been thinking, and I believe we should take a more unconventional approach. Let's trick either Y/N or Aaron into a situation where they have no choice but to confront their feelings."

Derek raised an eyebrow, intrigued by JJ's suggestion. "What do you have in mind, JJ?"

Little did you or Hotch know that a group of determined individuals had come together, plotting and scheming to bring you closer. With their support, guidance, and a touch of trickery, they were determined to pave the way for a love story that had been waiting to unfold.

You finished up your work in the office earlier than expected, and a sense of disappointment washed over you. However, before you could voice your thoughts, Hotch looked up from his own work and asked, "Done already?"

You nodded, a tinge of sadness evident in your expression. "I think so," you replied, trying to come up with a way to prolong your time together. You cherished these moments with Hotch, away from the prying eyes and interruptions of the rest of the team.

"I think I'll double-check to make sure everything is right," you said, giving the papers on the table a light tap. "Go right ahead," Hotch encouraged, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked at you intently. His gaze, usually reserved for intimidating unsubs, held a softness that made your cheeks flush with a rosy hue.

As you pretended to review your work, your mind raced with ideas to extend this precious moment. Little did you know, your teammates had conspired behind the scenes to give you both a nudge in the right direction. Unbeknownst to you, Penelope had hatched a plan to lured you and Hotch into her tech office.

Just as you were about to suggest a break or find an excuse to spend more time together, the door to Penelope's office swung open, revealing Garcia who seemed in a panic state. "It's urgent," she said cryptically. "We need you both in here right away."

As you walked to her office, you noticed that the rest of the team was also present, wearing secretive smiles. Penelope's eyes twinkled mischievously as she closed the door behind you and Hotch. "What's going on, Penelope?" Hotch asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice. The team members positioned themselves strategically around the office, blocking any possible escape routes.

Confusion washed over you as you realized something was amiss. Before you could react, the doors locked automatically, trapping you and Hotch inside. The computer screens in Penelope's office flickered to life, displaying a slideshow of heartwarming and candid photos of you and Hotch.

As the images unfolded, your heart skipped a beat. There were stolen glances, shared smiles, and moments of genuine camaraderie captured by the team's watchful eyes. The photos showcased the depth of the connection you and Hotch shared, even when you weren't aware of it.

There was one image where you and fell asleep on the jet and your head rest in his lap and his hand was gently stroking your hair another photo where you guys are in his office and he was tucking your hair behind your ears you can still remember those moment so well

*flashbacks*

After a long and emotionally draining mission in Washington that had ended with a heartbreaking outcome, you felt defeated, tired, and in need of solace. As you sat with your head against the wall , fidgeting with your fingers in your lap, Aaron quietly approached you. "Hey," he greeted, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"Mm," you mumbled in response, barely lifting your gaze to meet his. His sympathetic look pierced through your walls, and he gently took your hands into his own. Slowly, he said your name, trying to capture your attention. "It's not your fault. She was dead before we even arrived."

You let out a heavy sigh, finally looking up at him. "I know," you admitted, your voice carrying the weight of the mission's outcome. "It's just..."

"Just what?" he probed gently, encouraging you to share your thoughts.

You paused, feeling the weight of your exhaustion. "I don't want to talk about it. I'm just so tired," you confessed, wishing for a moment of respite from the heavy burden you carried.

"Then go to sleep," Aaron suggested matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious solution in the world.

You chuckled softly, the weariness evident in your tired laughter. "But I don't want to wake up with a sore neck. Sleeping on a jet isn't as glamorous as it sounds."

Aaron's gaze traveled around the jet, assessing the state of your teammates. Derek was lost in his music with his headphones on, Elle was sound asleep, JJ engrossed in a book, and Gideon and Spencer were deeply focused on their chess game. They were all distracted, or so he thought.

"Then lay your head on my lap," Aaron suggested, his voice almost shyly. Confusion washed over you as you looked at him, unsure if he was being serious.

"Are you being for real?" you questioned, your voice laced with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, it would be more comfortable for you, and you wouldn't wake up with a sore neck," he explained, his concern evident in his eyes.

Reluctantly, you agreed, not because you didn't want to, but because it felt oddly intimate for a boss and agent returning from a case. As you laid your head in his lap, his fingers immediately began to stroke your hair, and in that moment, you both found solace and comfort in the simple act. Aaron reveled in the softness of your hair, wondering what it smelled like, but the thought was quickly pushed aside as you both became lost in the moment.

Unbeknownst to you, JJ had finished her book and now observed the tender scene unfolding before her. She smiled softly, silently appreciating the unspoken connection between you and Aaron. The team may have been distracted, but JJ's watchful eye captured the quiet intimacy

As you sat together in the BAU office, working late into the night, the room filled with the sound of typing and the soft hum of the air conditioning. The case had been a particularly challenging one, leaving you both mentally and physically exhausted. The tension in the air was palpable, and the weight of the world seemed to rest upon your shoulders.

Aaron glanced over at you, his gaze filled with concern, noticing how tired you appeared. Your hair, usually neatly tucked behind your ear, had fallen forward, framing your face. With a gentle and almost instinctive gesture, he reached out, his fingers delicately tucking a loose strand of your hair back behind your ear.

The touch was so tender, so full of care, that it sent a shiver down your spine. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still. His touch, though brief, spoke volumes, conveying a silent message of support and understanding. It was a small act, but it held a depth of affection that went beyond mere friendship or colleagues.

As his fingers brushed against your cheek, a warmth spread through your entire being. It was a simple gesture, but it meant more to you than words could express. It was as if he knew exactly what you needed in that moment - someone to acknowledge your fatigue and offer a comforting touch.

you also didn’t know that Derek hadn’t gone home yet and secretly snapped a photo from where he was.

*end of flashbacks*

Some other photos were normally seeming photos but as you look closer you can see they way you two look at each other, like the other person had hung stars just for them

*flashbacks*

Hotch had walked over to where you were getting some coffee, the two of you sharing a lighthearted conversation that had quickly turned into a playful banter.

Hotch's eyes sparkled with amusement as he recounted a particularly amusing anecdote. His laughter was contagious, and you found yourself joining in, the sound of your shared laughter filling the room. In that moment, it was as if the weight of the world had lifted, leaving only the joyous connection between the two of you.

As your laughter subsided, you found yourself caught in the depth of his gaze. His eyes, usually filled with determination and focus, now held a softer, more tender expression. There was a moment of silence, an unspoken understanding passing between you.

You marveled at the way his eyes crinkled at the edges when he smiled, the way his lips curved upwards with a warmth that reached his eyes. It was a sight that you cherished, a glimpse into the side of Hotch that few were privileged to witness.

Hotch's voice broke the silence, a touch of vulnerability coloring his words. "You have a beautiful laugh," he confessed, his voice hushed as if sharing a secret.

A blush crept up your cheeks at his words, a mixture of surprise and delight flooding your senses. "Thank you," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yours is pretty amazing too."

A genuine smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his gaze locked with yours.

like before you both had failed to notice Penelope who had walked by and notice your two

*end of flashback*

Another photo was of you and Hotch sleeping on the same bed at a hotel.

*flashback*

As you entered the hotel room, you realized there was no other rooms available since Spencer and Derek were sharing, and JJ and Elle were sharing as well. The options were either to share a bed with Gideon or Hotch. "You can sleep with me—I mean, sleep in the same bed as me," Aaron said, catching his mistake, his face turning slightly red. You smiled at the thought and playfully replied, "Okay, I'll sleep with you," giving him a wink as you walked by. His heart seemed to skip a beat for a moment.

As expected, there was only one bed in Hotch's hotel room, originally intended for him alone. But on that particular day, you felt extra flirty. Throughout the day, you had been giving him subtle compliments and touches, creating a tension between the two of you that could be cut with a knife. So when it was time to sleep, the air in the room was thick with anticipation.

"So, um, which side of the bed do you want?" Aaron asked, his mouth feeling dry as he realized he would actually be sleeping beside you. "I'm not picky," you replied, grabbing your pajamas and heading into the bathroom to change. Upon returning to the room, you noticed that Hotch had also changed into his sleep attire—a grey tshirt and black sweats. Your mouth practically watered as you looked at him, feeling a surge of attraction.

He was looking through some paperwork for the case you were working on as you slid into bed next to him. "What's going on?" you asked, genuinely curious. "It just doesn't make sense," he huffed in frustration. "This unsub is a coward. He's messy, unorganized. Why hasn't he messed up or turned himself in yet?" You sighed, contemplating the case. "I don't know either, but we'll find out once we wake up," you reasoned, taking the paperwork and placing it in the nightstand beside you.

"You're right, you're right," Hotch acknowledged, getting comfortable in bed. There was a small gap between the two of you, the kind that would be expected between a normal boss and agent sharing a room. But you both knew that your relationship was more than just that. "I'm always right," you playfully replied, getting closer to him, subtly hinting for him to wrap his arm around you. At first, he hesitated, but as soon as you fell asleep, he couldn't resist any longer. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, finding solace in your presence before drifting off to sleep himself.

While you both slept peacefully, Elle and Spencer entered your hotel room to inform you that the unsub had turned himself in. Seeing the adorable and cuddly state you both were in, they quickly snapped a photo before quietly exiting the room, leaving you two undisturbed.

*ends of flashbacks*

Laughter erupted from the team members as they watched your surprised expressions. "We've had enough of you two tiptoeing around your feelings," Derek declared with a chuckle. "It's time to face the truth."

JJ chimed in, her eyes sparkling with playful determination. "These photos are proof of the connection you two share. It's time to acknowledge it and admit your feelings."

You and Hotch exchanged a mixture of embarrassment and amusement, your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. The evidence was undeniable, and the team's well-intentioned intervention had brought your hidden emotions to the forefront.

As the weight of the unspoken emotions hung heavy in the air, you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from Hotch. His eyes, filled with both surprise and vulnerability, mirrored the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you.

With a deep breath, you took a tentative step forward, your heart pounding in your chest. The room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to just the two of you. Hotch, his expression a mix of anticipation and longing, met you halfway, closing the distance between you.

"Hotch," you began, your voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and determination. "Seeing those photos... it made me realize something profound."

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours, silently encouraging you to share your heart. "Tell me," he whispered, his voice a gentle caress.

Your gaze never wavered as you poured your soul into your words. "I can't deny it any longer," you confessed, your voice filled with a newfound strength. "The connection between us... it's undeniable, Aaron. It's like a force of nature, drawing me closer to you with each passing day."

A soft smile played at the corners of his lips, his eyes brimming with tenderness. "I've felt it too," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "The way my heart skips a beat when you walk into a room, the way your smile lights up my world... it's been impossible to ignore."

A surge of courage welled up within you, emboldening your next words. "Aaron, I'm in love with you," you declared, your voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and passion. "Every fiber of my being yearns for you, and I can no longer imagine my life without you by my side."

His breath hitched, and his fingers, trembling with emotion, gently traced the contours of your face. "My love," he murmured, his voice filled with a depth of emotion that resonated deep within your soul.

In that moment, everything else faded away, and it was just the two of you, wrapped up in the rawness of your love and the shared understanding of the journey that lay ahead. The team's intervention had brought you together, and now there was no turning back.

With your hearts beating in synchrony, you closed the distance between you, enveloping each other in a tight embrace. The world around you blurred as your lips met in a passionate and tender kiss, sealing your love with an electrifying surge of emotion. It was a moment that surpassed all expectations, a culmination of all the stolen glances, the secret smiles, and the unspoken words.

As you broke apart, your foreheads resting against each other, tears of joy glistened in your eyes. The future might still hold challenges, but with your hearts intertwined, you knew that together, you could conquer anything that came your way. And so, hand in hand, you embarked on a new chapter of your lives, ready to explore the depths of your love and create a future filled with endless possibilities.

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My Boy

Ash's reaction to you calling him "My boy"

PLATONIC

Like always you're dating fez 😍

Warning: A mention of Riverdale 🤢

You've known Ash for nearly his whole life, when his grandmother got ill, you were the main female figure in his life

He was well aware that he didn't have a biological mother, but he knew how a mother would behave. He noticed how other children with mothers treated their sons when he first started school.

He noticed how mothers would kiss their son's heads goodbye and called them "Sweetheart," "My Boy," and other names, You were the closest thing he had to a mother.

So he clung to the thought, he would make sure nothing bad happened to you and that he would attempt to help you with everything. He had to stop himself a few times from calling you mom because he was afraid you'd think he was soft.

Fez was gone doing something, so it was just you and Ash at home, you were in the living room watching TV. "My boy, can you come here?" you called as you heard Ash walk through the kitchen.

Everything was silent all of a sudden, and you became concerned. "Ash?" you questioned. You carefully stood up and headed to the kitchen, where you found him standing still.

"Yo dude, You good? " You chuckled nervously. He didn't answer you, but he did run up and hug you. You didn't realize what you called him. It was like second nature.

You were at a loss for what to do, so you simply hugged him back. "What did you want?" he questioned as he backed away from the hug. "Oh uhm, do you want to watch TV with me?  think the ugly ass show Riverdale is on though," you said.

"Sure!" He smiled as he rushed to the couch, and you just stared at him, surprised by his behaviour. "Well, are you coming?" he asked, turning back to you, You nodded going back onto the couch.

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"Sh!t that was hot"

Warnings: Smut lots and lots of smut, smoke kink?

You guys finally had some alone time because Ash was with his friends, Fez didn't have any deals, and the store was closed since it was a holiday. You sat on the couch watching as Fez smoked a joint; it was always alluring and it turned you on.

like a lot...

"Everything good, ma?" Fez asked as he noticed you shifting in your seat. "I'm fine," you mumbled. "Alright then," he replied softly as he took a deep hit from the joint. Smoke billowed from his mouth as he spoke about his last deal.

"Fuck," you moaned quietly, your thighs clenched and your gaze fixed on him. You stuck out your hand, and he gave you a confused look, "Are you sure?" He asked. You nodded, climbing onto his lap. You brought his hand with the joint near your mouth so you could smoke out of it.

"What are you doing?" He chuckled nervously. You don't respond; instead, you blow the smoke in his face and take another inhale, then you kiss him and blow the smoke into the kiss. Fez looked at you, stunned after the kiss broke.

"Shit that was hot" He licked his lips, He grasped your waist, and drew you in for another kiss, but this time it was full of want and hunger. He began nipping and sucking on your neck, leaving purple markings that are gonna be visible. As you moaned, you arched your back, causing the joint to fall and fall to the floor.

"Fuck I love you," he said as he ripped open your top and began kissing your breasts. "I knew you were hot, but fuck the smoke thing you did was so fucking hot," he confessed, and you responded with moans.

"Fuck Fez," you cursed as he yanked your pants down and began running his hands over your clothed cunt. He glanced up at you, his blue eyes scanning your entire face as it let out obscene moans.

"Can I?" He asked for your consent, "Fuck yes!" You arched your back, trying to get him to touch you again. He instantly pulled down your underwear and licked a stripe on your cunt. "Fuck you're wet."

He sucked on your clit with two fingers inside of you, as he worked on his pants with his free hand because they were getting too tight.

You gasped from the loss of contact as he took his fingers out of you to fully undress, "Fez please," you begged. His chain dangled in your face as he hovered above you, running his thumb along your lips. "Patience, Ma," he said as he bit your ear.

He held you as he slowly pushed his dick inside you, You hissed at the pain, "Just wait it be over soon" Fez whispered in your ear and soon enough the pain subsided and pleasured filled your body,

"Please, Fez, move,"  You told him digging your nails into his back. He immediately began slamming into you, and you didn't hold back any moans because it was just the two of you at home.

You grasped the chain swinging in front of your face and pulled him closer to you, nibbling on his neck and scratching at his back, creating marks. He growled into your ear as he began sucking on your neck as well, saying, "Fuck if you keep doing that, I'm going to cum inside of you."

"Please do," you moaned, a knot forming in your belly. "Fucking hell!" you cried. "I'm coming!" he shouted, burying his face in your neck. 'Same, fuck!"  You yelled, and both you and him came at the same time.

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Being a Mother figure to Ashtray

you are dating Fez in this fic

-Ash doesn't like much people

-You are one of the lucky ones that Ash would kill for the other being Fez

-you've known him since he was a baby back then you were fez's bestfriend

-He will like to pretend he doesn’t care but secretly he cares A LOT (maybe even more than he cares for fez)

-He even accidentally called you mom a few times mostly when he’s half asleep so he doesn’t remember if (or so you think)

-One day you and Fez got into this huge argument and ended up going on a break and Ash went on a “Don’t talk to Fez” strike

-The whole time the break was on He ignored Fez and kept texting you

-He texted “I really fucking miss you:/”

-That message broke your heart more than your argument with Fez so you called Fez up and worked on your relationship

-When Ash saw you on the couch the next morning he hugged you real tight

- Fez would always tease Ash for being soft with you.

-One mother’s day Ash was acting off and you couldn’t figure out why

-He was starring at you and kept glancing back to his bedroom

-At the end of the day you him and fez were all watching tv in the living room

-Fez was sleeping on your lap and Ash randomly gasped and ran to his room

-You knew it was odd but didn’t question it

-When he came out of the room he was carrying a present

-“Uhm y/n..”

-You turned around and he was facing the ground

-“I waited till Fez fell asleep cause I didn’t want him to tease me about being “soft””

-You thought it was adorable that he kept stumbling over his words

-“I know it’s mother day and I also know your not my actual mother but your the closest thing I got so uhm here”

-He handed you the gift still avoiding eye contact as you opened it

-It was a framed picture of you him and Fez at the store, You remembered rue took that photo out of nowhere now you realize Ash probably asked her to

-“Wow Ash” You carefully got up trying not to wake up Fez and went and gave him a hug

-“thank you” he muttered, “for what?” “being my mom