aaron slight


Gemini (2017)

The new movie from director Aaron Katz is about the relationship between a Hollywood actress (Kravitz) and her personal assistant (Kirke). As the assistant travels across Los Angeles to unravel the mystery, she must stay one step ahead of a determined policeman and confront her own understanding of friendship, truth and celebrity. Premiered at SXSW 2017 Film Festival.

“How’s that hot chocolate, bud?” 

Jack took a sip and gave a small smile, “It’s good, daddy. But….”

“But?” Aaron questioned with a slight stern voice. It was beyond past Jack’s bedtime but he had insisted on staying up until Aaron came home and by the time that came, he had wanted some piping hot chocolate. 

“I should have asked [y/n] to make it.” Jack mumbled softly, taking another sip.

Aaron chuckled, “Did I not make it like [y/n]?” You had been babysitting Jack for almost a year now, falling into the job on accident when you had substituted his class one day. Jack had adored you so much that he made Aaron hunt you down to become his new babysitter. 

“No…[y/n] doesn’t use the packets, she makes it from scratch and adds big fluffy marshmallows.” Looking up at his father, he sighed. “I really like [y/n], daddy.” 

“I’ll make sure to get her recipe.” Raising a brow, he nodded. “I like her too, buddy.” 

Jack handed off his mug to his father, nestling into bed, he hesitantly spoke out. “Do you like her, like her?”

Tucking him in, “What do you mean, Jack?” 

Yawning, Jack closed his eyes. “I wish she never had to leave. I wish she could be my second mommy.” Before Aaron could utter a response, Jack was fast asleep, dreaming about building a gigantic fort with you. 

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, Aaron quietly left his room. His son’s last words were replaying in his head. Sure, he had found you to be attractive, it was one of the first things he had noticed when you had introduced yourself. He was stunned by your beauty and captivated by your charm involving children. Aaron noticed that kids gravitated towards you and Jack being no different. 

Never had he thought about pursuing something with you until now. It was extremely important to him for Jack to like any woman he would bring into his life. And if he could guess, Jack would never like anyone more than he liked you. 

Pulling out his phone, he dialed your number. “Hey, [y/n]. Sorry for calling, did I wake you? No, okay good. Oh no, no, Jack’s fine. Actually he just fell asleep, but I wanted to ask you something.” 

anonymous asked:

please please write a drabble version of your post about aaron distracting robert from cooking!

your wish is my command, anon! a soppy drabble version of this post i made when i was mid-meltdown about how beautiful the mill kitchen is. 

“You know,” Robert commented, glancing at Aaron as he stirred the sauce carefully, half an eye on the hob. “We’ve got a perfectly good kitchen table.”

Aaron grinned, at a slight height advantage as he sat on one of their kitchen counters, wearing a pair of tracksuit bottoms, and an old jumper of Robert’s, the sleeves too long on him. Robert would never admit it aloud, but he found Aaron’s habit of pulling his sleeves down over his hands endearing, and even more so when Aaron did it with Robert’s clothes.

(As long as it wasn’t one of his nicer jumpers. The one occasion Aaron had stolen on of Robert’s favourite Ted Baker jumpers and yanked the sleeves down after his wrists had nearly given Robert a legitimate heart attack, Aaron oblivious to the reasoning behind Robert’s meltdown.)

“We’ve got a lovely kitchen,” Aaron agreed, reaching out to steal another piece of the chorizo Robert had on a chopping board, neatly sliced into small pieces. “But I like sitting here.”

Robert rolled his eyes, slapping Aaron’s hand out of the way so he could add the chorizo to the pot he was slaving over. “You’re a child, you know that?” he commented, heart swelling at the bright smile on Aaron’s face as they teased each other.

It had taken them a long time to get to where they were now, happy, and solid, building a real life together. It had taken months, and months, and hours of counselling, and hard conversations, and more than one screaming match, but they’d gotten there.

Of course they’d gotten there.

Their love, the way they felt about each other, it wasn’t something that could just be pushed aside or forgotten, it wasn’t something to just be moved on from. If it had ever been that simple, their affair would never have gotten out of hand the way it had, they wouldn’t have fallen so desperately in love with each other they way they had.

Their love was worth it.

“You love it.” Aaron laughed, reaching for his half drunk cup of tea. It was a quiet Saturday evening, Liv over at Gabby’s, the two of them with the flat to themselves for once. “Anyway, it’s your fault for picking out cabinets that are perfect sitting height.”

Keep reading

Aaron Hotchner Imagine #14, 16

Aaron Hotchner #14,16
Prompts: 14. “It’s just one of those things. He loves her, she loves him and everyone can see it, but them”
16. “I need you” with a bit of smut? 

 Hotch was complicated, Y/n had decided. She never really knew what to think when she was around him. He was different for her. It was something she had a hard time explaining, despite the fact that he knew she could take care of herself, he always seemed to be there to protect her. Y/n had spent countless night overthinking everything he had said or done that day, whether it was a moment where he had rested his arm on her shoulder, a compliment he sent her way or just the way he looked at her. She knew she had to push any unprofessional feelings aside because in this job relationships never lasted. She that from experience and she didn’t want to go through that again. Not to mention she knew the unspoken rule, co-workers could not have intimate relations. Besides, it was Aaron Hotchner. He had enough going on in his life and he didn’t need someone to add to that. Even if he wanted someone, she had no chance, did she? They were just good friends, co-workers, he couldn’t feel that way and he wouldn’t break rules. He was married to the job and raising his son, Jack. She knew that despite how much Jack liked her, it just wouldn’t work and she was trying to respect that. It didn’t help that Prentiss and JJ teased her every time Hotch made a moment towards her or communicated with her in any way. She hated that it gave her hope in the possibility of them being together. She shouldn’t have hope.
The team had just arrived back in Quantico a ten hours ago after a case. Y/n was looking forward to going home to sleep and spend time with her dog. A year ago she had bought a golden retriever from a shelter, the pup was just a 9 months old at the time and had been in an abusive home before. Y/n had seen the way the little girl pup had whimpered when someone went to touch her or flinched at sudden movements and it had made her heart ache. She immediately chose the puppy and brought her home. At first it had been a struggle to get the little pup to trust her, but Y/n had refused to quit. She spent hours before and after work giving the puppy love and patience as she earned her trust. After a few months Y/n could happily say it was worth it. That skinny, sad puppy was a happy trouble maker. Y/n found the name Stitch suited the puppy the best, as it reminded her of her favourite disney movie and in a way she and Stitch had stitched each other’s hearts back together. After a case Y/n felt 10 time better going home now that she had someone to greet her. She would never admit it, but Hotch was a huge part of the reason why she was glad she had Stitch. When she started taking Stitch to the park 11 months ago she had run into Hotch and Jack. Jack had immediately fallen in love with Stitch, which had led to hours of the three of them playing ball with Stitch. It had become a continuous event for them to do when they didn’t have a case and Y/n loved it. She loved seeing that Stitch made people besides her happy, she loved seeing Jack light up and the rare smile of Hotch’s face. She had been there when Haley died and she was happy to see them overcoming her death. Not in any way did she feel happy that Haley had died, in fact they had been good friends and had spent a lot of time together since Y/n had joined the team. Y/n had been the one that they asked to babysit Jack when they couldn’t be there and Y/n couldn’t be more grateful. She adored Jack and it was nice to spend time with him, she didn’t know if she would ever have the blessing of having kids and she was able to accept that. It didn’t stop her love of children though. Today was one of those days, Hotch had phoned her letting her knew he was going to go to the park with Jack. Y/n had already been there by the time they arrived and was throwing a ball for Stitch. She didn’t know if she would ever be able to get over how the little boy’s eyes lit up when he saw her and Stitch. It was such a positive feeling and she clung onto it like if was a drug. It led to her and Hotch sitting there on the bench as Jack ran around with Stitch. “Did you sleep at all?” Hotch’s question took her by surprise. Of course it was normal for Hotch to be concerned, he was always concerned about his team, but the way he said it seemed different than when he asks the others these kind of questions. Y/n shook away the thought, not wanting to allow herself to have any hope. “A little, it wasn’t much, but I never sleep much anyways.” It was hard for her to admit. She had suffered from insomnia for years and it was something she never really talked about. She kept her eyes on Jack and Stitch hoping that if she did so he would drop the subject, but he was as stubborn as she was. She nearly jumped in surprise as she felt his hand on her knee. “Are you having nightmares, Y/n?” He sounded truly concerned for her and she could feel herself warm up at how his words and the lack of space between them. How could one man make her almost feel like putty in his hands. “No, no its not like that. I promise.” Y/n wanted to reassure him, but she wasn’t ready to tell him everything. It wasn’t time. She just wasn’t ready for that, maybe eventually, but not now. It seemed as though he could sense her hesitance towards the subject because he backed off and moved away. “If you need to talk, when you are ready to, I am here.” He sent her a small reassuring smile that made her heart race. “I know. Thank you.” They spent a few moments talking about the previous case when Y/n’s phone went off. With a sigh she pulled it out of her pocket to see that it was JJ. She glanced at Hotch as she debated whether to answer it or not. As if sensing her hesitance he instantly nodded at her phone, “Get it.” Her finger slides across the screen accepting the call. “Whats up, JJ?” “Garcia and Prentiss are heading over in 20 minutes. Are you still coming to get ready together?” A groan escaped her lips before she could stop it. How could she forget about going out with the team tonight? Garcia had been talking about it for days. Y/n could hear JJ laughing on the end of the line, “You forgot didn’t you?” “Yes. I am so sorry, JJ. I’ll be over in a little bit. I have to take Stitch home from the park.” “Speed it up, pretty lady.” A laugh escapes her lips, “Yes, ma'am.” JJ hung up without a response causing Y/n to look at Hotch. “Cutting this short?” “Unfortunately. JJ, Garcia, Prentiss and I are meeting up so we can get ready and carpool tonight.” Hotch seemed to furrow his brow in confusion before he remembered. He just nods his head as he purses his lips. “Jack, Y/n has to go.” Hotch’s voice caught Y/n by surprise, but she quickly stands up. “I’m going to go say goodbye to little man.” She jogged off leaving Hotch alone in thought. He couldn’t help but watch how she ran up behind Jack and picked him up, spinning him as he giggled. Jack seemed so happy around her. Hotch couldn’t even blame the dog for that considering Jack seemed to have as hard of a time letting Y/n go as he did the dog. Y/n had Jack on her shoulders and she was spinning in circles as the dog barked. They all seemed so happy, almost like a family and in that moment he realized that he couldn’t keep avoiding what he felt. Even Jack had been urging him on, he had admitted he wouldn’t mind Y/n being his new mom. They all liked her, why couldn’t he just accept it? Why couldn’t he just make a move and see?
Getting ready with the girls was treacherous. All these women were lethal in their own way and they all had a secret agenda for that night. Garcia, Prentiss and JJ, though wanted to have fun, also wanted to make make sure Y/n captured attention. They had convinced her to wear a black dress that ended mid thight. It was tight and showed off every curve. Not only did Y/n look good, but she felt good too. Since they were running a bit late, it was decided that Y/n would drive there because not only was she the fastest driver, but she also knew how to avoid traffic lights. This led to her parking the car while the rest of the girls went in. “Where is Y/n?” Reid asked. They all knew the girls were riding together. “She’s parking the car.” “Ah using her spectacular driving skills because you are latte, babygirl?” Prentiss rolled her eyes as Garcia and Derek flirt. It seemed as though only, her, Rossi and JJ noticed that Hotch was watching the door. Immediately when Y/n walked in it seemed like all eyes were on her. “Damn you did good, ladies.” Garcia slapped Derek upside the head as everyone laughed. “Thanks for the compliment, Derek.” Y/n slid into the seat beside Hotch with a smile.

 There was lots of playful banter within the next two hours, but everyone except Y/n could see that Hotch became annoyed every time someone came over offering to buy her a drink. It was continuous and it seemed as though the most she rejected, the most desirable she became. Y/n was dancing with Garcia, when Hotch got up and started heading over. It seemed as though the team was holding their breath as Hotch asked her to dance. “What is up with those two? They have been like this for two years now.” Derek had already lost the bet the team had going on. He had originally said within a year to a year and six months, one of them would make a move, but it hadn’t happened yet. “It’s just one of those things. He loves her, she loves him and everyone can see it, but them” The rest of the team stare at Rossi in shock at the words that escaped his mouth. “What? I’ve had three wives. I know things.”
As Y/n and Hotch started making their way back to the table the team was at it seemed one of the previously rejected men had gained some alcohol induced confidence. He grabbed her ass. It wasn’t even a subtle grab, it was a full on ass grope and a noise of shock escaped Y/n’s mouth. What the hell even was that? Who does that? There was laughs following the man’s action and Hotch was enraged. He didn’t think before he swung. Hotch just felt a sense of satisfaction when his fist hit the man’s jaw and he fell to the floor. It seemed to light something within the man because he got up and stumbled as he tried to punch Hotch back. Y/n had never seen such a look in Hotch’s eyes as he knocked the man to the ground again. The man only laughed as he held his bloody nose. “You might want to keep an eye on your woman, you know in case she decides she can find someone to do her better. With a body like that, I’m surprised she sticks to one man.” Hotch looked like he was about to attack the man again when Y/n did something she thought she never would. She didn’t know what came over her, but she threw her arms around Hotch’s neck and kissed him. She knew she shouldn’t have done it, but it was as though she had no control over her own body. All she could think was how sexy he looked defending her and how defensive he had become. For a second Hotch was in shock, but as soon as he regained his senses his lips moved in sync with hers. Y/n couldn’t help, but smile into the kiss, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt as the team whistled and cheered them on. Morgan’s voice could be heard throughout the whole bar, “Finally. Its about damn time.” Y'n’s hands slid into Hotch’s hair as he gripped her hips firmly. Kissing Hotch was better than she had imagined, he was passionate, but gentle and she felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins and she felt like a little girl again with all the cliche butterfly feelings. With a soft tug on his dark hair, a quiet groan of approval escaped his lips. He had a hard time controlling himself as he pulled her closer, urging her body to press right against his and his hands slid a little slower, until they were almost on her ass. He had always known he wanted her, but he had never known how much until this moment. He pulled away slightly as he struggled he get his breath back. “Do you- Do you want to leave?” He was hesitant to ask, he hadn’t been with anyone in what felt with a long time and he also didn’t want to disrespect her. He couldn’t help, but stare at her lips as a smirk spread across them. “I thought you would never ask.” Without giving him time to register her answer inside his mind she grabbed his hand and led him back to the table. “Are you heading home?” Derek had a suggestive look on his face as she grabbed her bag. Y/n simply winked in response as she led Hotch towards the door. “Play it safe you two.” Rossi called as Y/n opened the door. “Have a good night. I know I will.” Her response left them gobsmacked as the door closed behind the two of them. Hotch led her to his car as she stole kisses from his lips. He tried to control himself because he knew that they would never leave the parking lot if he let her gain a response. As soon as he sat down in the drivers seat and had started the car, her lips were on his neck. He knew there would be a few hickies in the morning from the way she was sucking and nipping. “Y/n if you don’t stop, we wont be able to leave.” Y/n seemed to ignore him and she crawled over onto his lap, making it easier for her to slowly bring her lips to his jawline. When she reached his lips, she didn’t kiss him. She gently brushed her lips against his, taunting him and making him want more as she shifted her body so that she was straddling him. His hands glide up her thighs and onto her hips, underneath her dress as he groans. Hotch brings his head forward crashing his lips onto hers urgently. Her hands roam his chest as their lips move in sync. Her fingers found the buttons on his dress shirt and started undoing them. She had every intention of teasing him in every way possible before they could head to one of their places. She presses her crotch down on his, only to groan in surprise and approval. He was already hard and she could feel the bulge begging to come out of his pants. She couldn’t deny that knowing that she did that to him turned her on. Y/n rolled her hips against his causing both of them to groan as his hands were on her ass and he groped it earning another moan. Their lips broke apart as his head leaned back against the seat. “Fuck, Aaron”, it was rare that she called him by his first name, but it slipped out as she continued to grind her hips against his. It felt like electric currents were shooting up their bodies. Getting lost in desire, Y/n reaches between them and starts undoing Hotch’s belt and pants. His left hand finds its way to her breast, his hands immediately massaging it through the thin material. He couldn’t remember a time when he had wanted someone more than he wanted her at this moment. Y/n brought her hands to the bottom of her dress and starts pulling it up until it is over her head, leaving her in just her bra and pulls it over her head. In that moment Y/n looked into his brown eyes that were filled with lust.  “I need you. I need you right now.”

anonymous asked:

BurrMads: Burr being kissed around the neck, soft touches under his sweater, James snuggling into the smol boy's neck and praising him

SORRY! This has been in my inbox for quite a while! I did not forget about it, I just needed a break from daily fic writing! More under readmore

It was a long day. It was always a long day, for both of them. Still, even through his own haze of gentle exhaustion- the feeling of a productive, if challenging, day of work- Aaron recognized the look on James’ face.

“Bad day?” Aaron gave his boyfriend an encouraging smile. Usually well kept together, even in private, James let out a long, quiet sigh as he dropped his bags on the floor. James’ coat dripped as he pulled it off and hung it on the staircase railing to dry. “I don’t recall it raining..?”

“Sprinklers went off.” James spoke in short, sharp tones as he peeled his sweater off- also very wet.

Aaron considered the sight- his boyfriend sad and wet, versus the actions he could take. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” From any other person, the response would sound rude and hurtful. Aaron knew James by now though. He’d never been one for many words, even compared to Aaron himself.

“Do you want me to get you some dry clothes?”

James let out a soft sigh this time, shucking out of his dress pants and standing in a mere shirt and boxers. “No thanks.”

Aaron raised a brow- would James rather stand there in the middle of the kitchen, half dressed?- but then James wasn’t just standing there, he was striding over in quick, purposeful steps. In one quick motion, Aaron found himself with an armful of James. Instinctively, his hands closed around the slightly smaller body. James tipped his head down until wet hair, nearly dripping, rubbed against the side of Aaron’s face. Distantly, Aaron thanked the fact that James preferred a short cut.

Keep reading

I’m By Her Side

* Burr x Reader
* Modern
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: reader is in love with Lafayette but he’s getting married and the reader is just…*suffering.* And then after Laf gets married, Burr realizes something’s off and the reader has to spill. And then she and Burr are in a soft and happy relationship

    A/N: Yet another one I pulled from the depths of request. I used a shit ton of italics in this one. Yeah anyway, there’s some probably wrong French translations. Also, wedding planning is a pain in the ass and no where near as easy as I made it sound. I just shortened it. Trust me, it sucks. Oh, and the suit I’m picturing Lafayette in is the one Daveed wore to the White House. But I hope you all enjoy.

    Word Count: 3,456


    “Mes amies!” Lafayette greeted the group warmly. You looked up at your friend and smiled. His curly hair was pulled back like always. His eyes sparkled happily. His happiness was contagious. He dropped into the seat next to you. “I have great news!” He said.

    “What?” Alexander asked his energetic friend.

    “Adrienne is coming here from France!”

    You all exchanged blank looks. “Who?” You asked.

    Lafayette looked around at your confused faces. “Have I not mentioned mon amour before?” You recoiled, physically recoiled, at his words. Mon amour. My love. He had a girlfriend. “We’ve been engaged for years now.” Correction, he had a fiancé.

    Keep reading

    written prior to monday, so not canon compliant, but pls enjoy a pointless bartsy filler scene that takes place after the end of the episode friday!

    Aaron felt like he’d run out of tears to cry as he pulled up outside the portacabin, hating how every inch of the village reminded him of Robert, reminded him of the affair, of the tentative first days of their relationship, of all the good times and laughs and sneaky kisses they’d traded at the scrapyard.

    Still, it was less like Robert than their home was, less Robert than their tiny room at the pub, than their usual booth to the side of the bar (easy access for Aaron to pull them pints when it was busy) and it was less Robert than the backroom felt, the cramped living space of the pub where they figured out how to fall in love all over again.

    And, well - it would be a lie to pretend as though Aaron wasn’t hoping Adam would be there, so he could talk to his best mate. He’d been hoping for one of Robert’s surprises, something sappy and romantic and oh so Robert, when he’d shook his head and said ‘maybe not tonight’ to Adam.

    Maybe it made him selfish, whatever, but Aaron had wanted to spend the first night in his house with just his husband. Aaron had dreamt of the day a hundred times over in prison, thought about how they’d set out to christen every surface of the house, how they’d end up eating pizza in the boxer shorts and toasting to the start of their new life together, in their home.

    It hadn’t turned out that way, had it? Aaron almost wished Robert had left him ignorant a little longer, left them make some happy memories in the Mill before he brought it all crashing down around them, but then again, that would have tainted their new beginning all the more.

    He wanted to forgive Robert. He wanted to forgive Robert, and move on, and be happy, but this baby was real, it was happening, and Aaron couldn’t quite wrap his head around the idea.

    Blinking back a fresh set of tears, Rebecca’s words ringing in his ears, Aaron pushed down the handle of the portacabin, grateful as he noticed Adam lounging in Robert’s desk chair.

    “Mate,” Adam practically flew out of his chair, a sad expression on his face. “I heard what happened at the pub, I’m sorry.”

    Aaron gave a slight shrug, unsure of what to say. Adam had been Robert, in this situation, he’d been the one who cheated - maybe he could shed some light on what to do, how to feel. “I don’t know what to do, Ad,” he admitted, sitting down in his creaky desk chair, feeling as though he was going to start screaming, and crying all at once. 

    Keep reading

    Preparation is Key

    Context: Robert & Aaron are expecting their baby in a few weeks and they decide to go shopping for the baby.

    They had around 6 weeks left to prepare for the new arrival and after much putting it off till the next weekend, they were finally battling the challenge of trying to get in some way, shape or form, organised. They only knew of one shop that stocked for baby things, the massive one in Hotten which they presumed every single parent in Yorkshire shopped at.

    On entering the store, they were faced with a mountain of different objects, none of them looking familiar at all, as well as this there were signs to different departments and a sea of pregnant women swimming through the shop.

    “Maybe we should just come another time when it’s less busy.” Aaron said tunring to leave the shop before being pulled back by Robert.

    “The baby could come any time now and we don’t even have enough to look after a doll let alone a baby.” Robert stated as he began to look around the shop.

    After what felt like hours of measuring, fitting and checking they had gathered up quite a collection: a car seat, a crib, a moses basket, nappies upon nappies, a pram, bottles, dummies and a heap of other bits and pieces they couldn’t resist buying – all that was left was the clothes.

    They found a large corner of the shop which was filled with baby clothes, ranging from new born to toddlers, immediately they headed over to the new born section. After a few minutes Robert noticed Aaron had picked up a lot of white baby grows of various sizes and had thrown them into the shopping trolley.

    “Are we having a baby or a convict?” Robert smiled picking up all the plain white one pieces.

    “It’s what new born babies wear innit.” Aaron said taking them off of Robert and analysing them.

    “She can have some nicer clothes as well,” Robert smiled looking at some of the clothes hung up on the wall racks, spotting a little yellow dress with a floral pattern on it, picking it up to show Aaron, “This is cute.”

    “We are not dressing our daughter in floral, there’s enough of that from her Daddy.” A smile creeping onto both of their faces at how domestic they sounded right now, talking about being fathers.

    For a few more minutes, they looked at some different outfits they could buy, eventually deciding they had chosen enough given that she would grow out of them in a few months, plus the amount they would be bought by all their families.

    Walking around the shop Aaron came across a small little teddy bear, similar to one he had as a child yet this one was new and had a slightly warmer smile on its face. Soon, Robert came up behind him and spotted the small toy in his husband’s hand, recognising it to be a similar toy to which he had as a kid, one he remembered having from birth.

    “We should get it.” Robert muttered from behind Aaron, causing him to jump slightly.

    “We’ve already bought her half the shop, we can’t buy her anymore.” Aaron argued with a slight reluctance in his voice.

    “Then we’ll put one of the thousand other ones back and get this one.” Robert smiled picking up a random toy from the trolley which they had no real desire to buy. “This can be her teddy, you know the one everyone keeps forever, the one they seemed to have all their life which is just special, for no particular reason.”

    This caused Aaron to chuckle slightly as he knew the exact kind of teddy Robert was going on about, especially seeing as though when they first moved into Mill he found Robert’s in a box of his old sentimental things – his husband was such a soft lad and he loved it.

    “Yeah okay.” Aaron said placing the small teddy bear gently into the shopping trolley, before looking back up at Robert and placing a quick kiss to his lips, “Come on.”

    As they went to leave the section they bumped into a rather pregnant woman and her husband who was reading through the description on one of the products they had picked up.

    “Blimey, you’ve got a lucky little one!” She smiled sweetly, nodding towards the many items they had in their shopping trolley. “How old is she?” She asked, noticing the little dresses.

    Her comments had completely thrown the two men, no one other than family had ever really asked them about it. “Erm,” Robert began noticing Aaron hadn’t spoke, “She’s not made an appearance yet.”

    “Oh bet you’re excited, is she gonna be your first?” She beamed, earning a nod from both men who were now smiling towards her, “This is my second, but if he’s anything like his older sister he won’t be making an appearance for a while.” She laughed gently, holding her bump.

    “There’s so much to buy, we didn’t realise how much there is.” Robert smiled looking back down at the trolley. “It’s all worth it though.”

    “You’ll get used to it,” She smiled, reassuring him and Aaron, “I’m Georgia by the way, nice to meet you. And that one over there is Jamie – he’s triple checking everything, typical of him.” She laughed glancing over to her husband.

    “Robert.” He said in response to her.

    “Aaron.” Aaron followed his husbands lead, introducing himself.

    “Well, it was nice to meet you both,” She said, starting to follow her husband as he went over to the food area, “Good luck with the little one.”

    They began walking over to the till after their conversation, deciding to leave the shop before they became bankrupt from buying too much,

    “She was nice.” Aaron commented, thinking about their previous conversation.

    “Yeah,” Robert agreed, looking around the shop some more on the way to the till, “Two though, that must take serious skills.” He laughed.

    “You never know.” Aaron smirked, hinting maybe their little one on the way wouldn’t be their only one…

    This one is a bit of a shorter one but I’m unsure of whether to add more to this, maybe shopping with the newborn or them meeting Georgia again? Who knows? Let me know what you think!

    pinkconsultingsociopath  asked:

    Okay so based in your fun adventures in the airport, imagine a modern!au hamburr where they're strangers both stuck like you, who meet while waiting for their flight, Alex the caffeine-driven politician travelling to international meetings and Aaron "did not ask for this" Burr the museum conservator who was overseas to see new paintings

    H E L L YES. I’m gonna actually gonna write this out:

    When he sees the red letters spelling out the word “cancelled” next to his 3pm flight, Aaron takes a deep breath through his nose, willing himself to stay calm. It’ll be fine. He’ll just get another flight, and everything will be fine. He’ll still be able to get home soon.

    Or at least that’s what he thinks. 

    One of the airport workers tells him that there are no other flights until 7 that evening that are going to New York. She hands him a new boarding pass and a complimentary food voucher before waving him away and calling for the next person. Aaron walks off, pulling his suitcase behind him as he wonders what he should do. He could leave the airport, just go back into London and walk around and get some food to kill time. But that would involve getting another taxi, and Aaron is running low on cash. He’s pretty sure the driver won’t accept his food voucher as compensation. 

    Aaron checks his suitcase and goes through security, hoping that somehow his flight will magically move back up to leaving at 3 if he goes through all the usual motions. But the screen still shows it as being cancelled, so Aaron just walks around, nervous energy building inside of him. He’s tired, and just wants to get home and sleep in his own bed. Being stuck in an airport is the last thing he wants. 

    Around 5:30, Aaron walks over to check on his flight, and feels like the floor is being ripped away from underneath him; the screen is now telling him that his flight has been delayed until 10pm. Aaron groans, and a man standing next to him turns and smiles at him sympathetically.

    “You too, huh?” He asks, running a hand through his hair. “You on the flight back to JFK?”

    “Yep.” Aaron says, shifting his bag on his shoulder. “I’ve been here since 12:00, have probably walked the length of the airport three times.”

    “I’ve got you beat; been here since 10:30. And I used my entire food voucher to buy one cup of coffee. They didn’t tell me that I had to use all fifteen dollars at once, so all I’m running on is an espresso and a bag of salt and vinegar chips. And yeah, it’s a combination that’s as gross as it sounds.” The man smiles at him again before holding out a hand. “I’m Alexander Hamilton, by the way.” 

    “Aaron Burr.” Aaron says, shaking the outstretched hand and giving Alexander a small smile. “And I can buy you something to eat, if you want. I haven’t used my voucher yet.”

    “Oh, no, that’s fine! I don’t want you to use yours on me, I’ll be fine.”

    “Come on.” Aaron says, motioning with his head towards the Starbucks that’s behind them. “We’re both gonna need another coffee to get through this.” He watches as Alexander considers his proposal, his teeth catching on his bottom lip. “You’ll be doing me a favor, anyway. I hate airports, and the company would be nice.” Aaron waits as Alexander continues to think. What he said is true; Aaron hates airports, hates the stress of navigating through them and the endless hours of waiting. He really could use the company.

    “Well, alright.” Alexander agrees with another smile, and Aaron feels some of his stress subside.

    Alexander follows Aaron over to the Starbucks and grabs a table while Aaron gets in line. Aaron orders them both a cup of coffee, and adds on two blueberry muffins as well before joining Alexander at the table and handing him his drink and food. 

    “Thanks.” Alexander says, taking a long sip from his cup and humming happily. “Really, I appreciate it. I’ll love you forever now that you’ve given me coffee” He takes another quick sip and then wipes his mouth, eyes flicking up to Aaron’s. “Sorry, that was kind of a weird thing to say.”

    “You’re fine.” Aaron says with a chuckle as he takes a sip of his own coffee. “Although I might need to know a little more about you before I can return the sentiment. What were you in England for?”

    “Work.” Alexander responds, leaning back slightly in his chair. “You know Senator Washington? I’m a part of his staff, and I guess that includes accompanying him on his trips to Europe. I was supposed to fly back with him two days ago, but I decided to book a flight for today. I’ve never been to Europe and wanted to stay as long as possible.” He takes a bite of his muffin and shrugs. “Although getting my flight delayed by seven hours isn’t exactly how I wanted to spend my time here. What about you?”

    “Also work.” Aaron says with a nod. “I’m a museum conservator. I was up at the Victoria and Albert Museum.”

    “Don’t hate me, but I’ve never heard of a museum conservator. What do you do?”

    “The job description varies.” Aaron says with a wave of his hand. “I usually work with the general public, telling visitors about the different artwork and answering questions about the exhibits. But I travel a lot too, usually to help organize exhibits. The Victoria and Albert Museum has an exhibit going on called Curtain Up, and it’s celebrating theatre in London and New York, so I was up there to observe and help with everything.”

    “That sounds amazing.” Alexander says, his eyes wide with interest. “How did you get into that?”

    “I’ve always loved history, so the idea of getting up close and personal with it just seemed like the best thing. And I do love it, but the traveling can get a little exhausting.”

    The two of them continue to converse easily back and forth, and Aaron is somewhat surprised to find that he’s enjoying himself. Alexander is interesting and has a lot of stories to tell, and it helps  time pass quickly. And if Aaron finds himself looking Alexander up and down every now and then, his eyes lingering on Alexander’s lips, well, who can blame him? It’s been a long day, and Alexander is good looking.

    Around 8 o’clock, the two of them walk over to their gate together and sit down. They sit in a comfortable silence for awhile, but then Aaron sighs, feeling a slight headache coming on. It really has been a long day.

    “You wanna play a game?” Alexander asks, the corners of his mouth lifting up in another smile. “Pick a person in the airport, and I’ll tell you their story.”

    Aaron raises his eyebrows, but then lets his eyes scan around the room, finally landing on a young woman sitting in a large coat sitting across from them; there’s a book open on her lap, but she isn’t even looking at it. Instead her eyes are also scanning the room, and one of her legs is bouncing up and down as she taps her fingers against the armrest. 

    “Undercover cop.” Alexander says instantly, but Aaron laughs and then slaps a hand to his mouth as the people around them look over. “Not kidding. The large coat, the tactfully placed book that she isn’t even reading, the glancing around. Totally an undercover cop.”

    “Bullshit.” Aaron says with another laugh. “She’s probably just a nervous flyer.” 

    “But that’s not as interesting.” Alexander points out with a smirk. “Don’t worry, you’ll get better at the game if we play more. Take that guy over there.” Alexander says, pointing at a man in a striped shirt who is laying down on his back across four seats, one of his hands covering his eyes as the other is held out to his side, his hand rotating every now and then, probably in an attempt to crack his wrist.

    “Uhm…” Aaron squints as he tries to come up with something. “He’s a mime.” Alexander snorts, and Aaron can’t help but smile as well. “A really bad one. He probably spent the last week in England trying to get recognized for his talent, but now he has to go back to his mime family to tell them he’s failed.” 

    “His mime family?” Alexander asks with a laugh, and Aaron shrugs. “Alright, not bad for your first one. My turn again.”

    They play the game for the next hour and half until they finally get called to start boarding the plane. The rush of people causes Aaron to lose Alexander in the crowd, and a feeling of disappointment rises in him as he thinks about the fact that he might not see him again. But when he gets on the plane and makes his way to his seat, he’s surprised to find a smiling Alexander looking up at him from the window seat.

    “Well, well, well.” Alexander says. “I’m beginning to think that fate wanted us to meet today.”

    Aaron smiles as he throws his bag into the overhead compartment before sliding into the middle seat next to Alexander. He opens his mouth to say something, but then the safety announcement begins, so he just shoots Alexander another smile, which he returns, the skin around his eyes crinkling slightly.

    Once they take off, Alexander puts in his headphones and sets up a movie on the screen in front of him. Aaron can’t see it well, but from the tune Alexander is singing under his breath, his able to conclude that he’s watching Aladdin. When Aaron glances over, Alexander takes one the headphones out.

    “Am I being annoying?” He whispers, but Aaron shakes his head. “Good…do you want to watch with me?” He holds out his headphone to Aaron, which he takes with a smile.

    In order to see the screen, Aaron has to shift closer to Alexander, and when he does, he thinks he sees Alexander smirk from the corner of his eye. Aaron drifts off somewhere in the middle of the movie, and when he wakes up again, he’s slightly embarrassed to find that he’s gotten even closer to Alexander, his head resting against his shoulder. 

    Aaron sits up slowly and looks over at Alexander to find that the other man is sleeping as well, his head leaning against the window and his mouth hanging open. Aaron smiles and is about to close his eyes and drift off again when suddenly Alexander shifts next do him, mumbling something under his breath as he moves so his head is now leaning on Aaron’s shoulder. 

    Aaron tries to stay as still as possible, not wanting to wake Alexander. After awhile, his head droops until his cheek is resting on top of Alexander’s head, and he falls asleep that way, Alexander’s breath warm on his neck and his hair tickling his skin.

    They both wake up at the same time to the announcement that their plane is going to land soon. Aaron thinks he sees a faint blush on Alexander’s cheeks as he removes his head from where it had been tucked unto Aaron’s neck. Aaron smiles at him sleepily, feeling surprisingly well rested, and that makes Alexander smile back.

    They walk off of the plane together around fifteen minutes later, making their way over to baggage claim. They don’t say anything as they both grab their bags, but Aaron feels like he needs to say something. It feels weird to just leave without saying goodbye. He’s also hyperaware of how much he doesn’t want to say goodbye. 

    “Well…” Aaron finally says as he reaches the exit. “I guess…uhm…it was really nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand to Alexander, not knowing what else to do. Alexander takes his hand, and when Aaron moves to let go, Alexander holds on tighter.

    “Can I give you my number?” Alexander blurts out, his eyes wide as he waits for Aaron’s response.

    “Yeah.” Aaron breathes out after a moment. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

    Alexander lets go of his hand so he can pull out a piece of paper. He quickly scribbles his number onto it and hands it to Aaron, who looks down at it briefly before placing it into his pocket.

    “Ok.” Alexander says with a wide smile. “Uh…yeah. It was really nice to meet you too, Aaron. I’ll, uh, see you around?” His smile grows wider when Aaron nods, and then he’s stepping forward to place a kiss on Aaron’s cheek. He steps back quickly, face flushing again as he grabs his suitcase and wheels it out of the door, looking back one more time to smile and wave at him.

    Aaron stands there for another minute or so, feeling again like the floor has been ripped away from him, but this time it’s a much nicer feeling. He exits the airport as well and makes his way home, aware that he hasn’t stopped smiling since Alexander kissed him goodbye.

    When he gets home and drops his bags onto the floor, Aaron only hesitates a moment before pulling out his phone and the piece of paper in his pocket. He dials the number quickly, holding his breath as he waits.

    When Alexander voice crackles loudly from the other end, Aaron smiles again, feeling suddenly very thankful that he had gotten stuck in an airport.


    Pairing: Lafayette x Reader, slight Aaron Burr x Reader

    Prompt: Reader is replaced in friendship, angst for anon

    Words:1753 (My longest one yet!)


    You and the Hamilsquad had been friends ever since preschool. Every Friday night would be another movie night, which included junk foods, homemade pizzas and bonfires.

    There were bad days where things happened in families and people were upset. There were relationships and broken hearts. Stress levels would go high and moodiness would be a problem.

    But through everything you all stuck together. And now the five of you were starting the next phase of your life.


    All of you ended up going to the same college. The four of them were rooming together, and you were rooming with the Schuyler sisters.

    The first semester was going great. Friday nights still happened, and everyone went out to lunch together at least once a week.

    Junior year was when everything started to change. It was a very slow progression, so you didn’t take notice of it until it was too late.


    “So Y/N when are you finally going to tell Lafayette that you’re in love with him?” John asked you, as the two of you were walking to lunch after class.

    “I don’t know. That’s not really how I work,” you told him, walking ahead to the cafe everyone was meeting at. He sighed and shook his head as the two of you walked into the cafe.

    You saw everyone sitting at your regular table. Except there was someone new sitting next to Lafayette and Angelica.

    A new girl that you had never seen before.

    You sat down next to John as the two of you crammed into the booth. You barely fit into the booth. You were half on the seat and half off.

    “Oh sorry Y/N. I guess there’s to many of us. Why don’t you slide a chair over to the table,” Lafayette told you before turning back to the girl sitting next to him.

    You felt slightly hurt but brushed it off.

    “Okay now that everyone is here, I want you all to meet Johanna. We have Chem together,” Laf stated.

    “Thank you for letting me come and join you. You can call me Jo. I already know all your names, Laf told them to me on our way here,” She told you all, putting her hand on Lafayette’s arm.

    Everyone started to chatter excitedly asking her questions, even asking if the two of them were dating. Jo denied it, but you could tell that she wanted him. You couldn’t tell what Lafayette was thinking, which hurt your poor heart.

    That was the first time you noticed a small change. But you brushed it off, not really thinking anything of it.


    The second time you noticed the change is when there was a movie night.

    It was supposed to be at your place that night, but the had all decided, without your input, to have it at Jo’s place.

    You were a little upset, you had spent the entire day cleaning and baking treats for tonight.

    Nevertheless you made your way over to Jo’s place.

    They all greeted you quickly before putting in a movie.

    “What are we watching?” you asked tentatively.

    “Horror films!” Jo replied, settling her way right next to Laf and John, the spot that you would usually occupy.

    The group never watched horror movies. You hated them, so they never watched them. They’d promised you.

    “Oh I’m sorry Y/N. I forgot that you hated horror movies. We’ve already picked out all of the horror ones we wanted to watch. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” Laf told you. You swore that you saw a smirk on Jo’s face, as if she was taunting you.

    “Yeah. I guess I’ll go home.”

    You picked yourself up over everything that was laying in your way, and quietly left the house.

    The tears started flowing as soon as you turned the corner.

    They were your best friends! How could they just all of the sudden forget something like that.

    As you were walking home, you bumped into Aaron Burr.

    “Are you alright Miss Y/N?” He asked stopping you. He looked concerned, and it almost made you cry again.

    “Yeah, I’m just h-having a bad d-day,” You hiccuped, drying your tears as best you could.  

    “Are you sure? Can I do anything for you? A soda or coffee?” He asked you, handing you a tissue.

    “A coffee actually sounds great. Thank you so much Aaron.” He nodded and guided you into a small coffee shop. Both of you got coffees and sat at a booth together. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, and you were thankful that he didn’t push you.

    “Thank you for the coffee Aaron. I really needed that,” You told him, throwing your coffee cup away.

    “Of course. Would you like me to walk you home?”

    You nodded and the two of you set off not talking. When you arrived home you thanked Aaron once more before making your way to bed.


    The third time that you noticed the changes was when Alex went off at you.

    Having coffee with Aaron had become a regular thing. Your friends were ignoring you right now, so Aaron was the only person that you could hang out with.

    The two of you would sit in the small coffee shop, checking each other’s homework assignments, comparing answers, and recommending books.

    You had been together when Alexander went off at you. He had seen you through the window of the shop and came barging in, asking you what the two of you were doing together.

    “Why are you with him Y/N?” Alex asked you angrily.

    “We’re just having coffee and going over some school work Alex. Stop making it such a big deal,” you told him firmly.

    “You’ve betrayed my friendship Y/N. I can’t believe that you would even speak to him!”

    That was it. You were furious.

    “Okay listen up Alexander. You have no right to come in here and tell me who I can and cannot be friends with. You and I were supposed to be best friends, but you don’t seem to care. You have been ignoring me and my texts everyday and you look at me like I don’t even exist anymore. You’ve got Jo now so why should you think about me!” You shouted at him.

    “Okay Y/N do you want to know something? You’re just a jealous brat and now I know why no one is talking to you anymore. You’re so weak and pathetic. Why were we ever friends in the first place?” He shouted back before shaking his head and storming out of the shop.

    You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

    Aaron grabbed all of your stuff and took you home. He put all of your stuff away and laid you in bed. He covered you with the blanket and brought you some calming tea, sitting with you while you drank.

    He didn’t leave you once that night, just sat there with you, neither of you speaking.


    You finally accepted that they had replaced you three days after Alex’s outbreak.  

    You had been walking through campus, going to meet Aaron for lunch, when you had seen them all sitting at a table in the middle of the courtyard.

    They were all sitting there, laughing, joking, and having fun.

    Without you.

    The worst part about it was Jo.

    She was sitting on Lafayette’s lap. He didn’t seem to care either.

    You needed to get out of here. You could see Aaron walking towards you, looking confused, but then realization crossed his face when he saw what you were looking at.

    “Alright, we need to get you out of here. And I don’t mean out of this area. I mean out of this school,” he told you dragging you to your apartment.

    “Aaron what are you talking about? I can’t leave.”

    “Yes you can. You can’t stay here, one day it’s all going to be too much and I’m afraid that you would do something drastic. You need a fresh start.”

    You thought for a minute. You knew that you were in a really bad position right now, and a new start would be good for you.

    “Okay but where and how. The term is almost over yes, but?”

    Aaron sighed and sat you down on the couch.

    “You know Spanish right? Sign up to be a foreign exchange student to Spain. You know the language and culture so it shouldn’t be too hard for you. And you can come back second semester of senior year or stay the whole year. That way you wouldn’t have to see all of them everyday,” He told you, watching for your reaction.

    You thought about it for a second. Not seeing them everyday now sounded like a blessing. Your heart couldn’t take it anymore. You looked at Aaron.

    “Where do I sign up?”


    You finished your junior year and got ready to leave for Spain. You were going to a small town outside of Barcelona. You were really excited.

    The packing was what killed you. You packed away all of your memories of everyone. It hurt really bad. You weren’t ready to throw them out so Aaron took them for you and stored them in his attic.

    He drove you to the airport the day you left, waiting with you until it was time for you to board.

    “Go on and make some new memories. You’ll be just fine Y/N. I’m proud of you,” Aaron told you.

    You felt as though you were going to cry again.

    “Thank you so much Aaron. For everything,” You told him giving him a hug.

    He returned the embrace and gave you a small kiss on the head. You heard your flight being called so you broke away and grabbed all of your stuff, your eyes teary.

    “Remember you can call me anytime. Even if it’s the middle of the night here. Okay?” He told you, handing you your last bag.

    “Thank you Aaron. Goodbye.”



    “Hey Y/N!” Your friend John was calling to you. You picked yourself up from the sandbox and made your way over to the table where everyone was sitting.  

    “Whats going on guys?” You asked, your small arms pulling you up to sit on the table. You sat next to Laf and looked at all of their smiling faces.

    “We’re going to make a pack! We want to be best friends forever!” Laf exclaimed.

    “So, best friends forever?” They asked you.



    “Yeah. Forever.”

    anonymous asked:

    I love your writing so much! “First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were" burrcules pls?

    “First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

    The words come out of Aaron’s mouth in a slow, rehearsed manner, and as they hang in the air, Hercules immediately starts to regret his agreement to help Aaron rehearse for his skit presentation. He’d only said yes so he had an excuse to hang out with Aaron alone in his dorm room. He thought it would be good idea, that he’d finally get the courage to ask Aaron out, but now he just wants to be as far away as possible.

    “Herc?” Aaron’s voice breaks into his rapid thoughts. “It’s your line.”

    Hercules looks down at the paper in his hands, eyes skimming over the words ‘And when I first saw you, I knew you were the one’ and almost passes out on the spot. This was a bad idea, a very bad idea. His major crush on Aaron can’t handle this kind of stress.

    “Uh…” Hercules looks back up at Aaron, who is watching him with a steady gaze. “You know, I don’t know if I…maybe Lafayette should help you out, they’re a much better actor than me.”

    “They also spend close to an hour getting into costume and setting up the scene.” Aaron says, the corner of his mouth lifting up into a half smile. “Believe me, I made the mistake of asking Lafayette for help before.”

    Hercules snorts, knowing that Aaron is right. Lafayette is a drama queen, everyone knows it. But Hercules looks back down at the paper and knows that he’s not going to be able to get the words out, the reason for that making his face grow warm. They ring too true for him to say. He’s been in love with Aaron for months.

    “Herc, please.” Aaron takes a step closer, which, okay, really isn’t fair. He looks so much better up close. “It doesn’t matter if you’re good, I just need someone to bounce lines back and forth with. I just need to make sure I know my lines.”

    “Okay.” Hercules says, clearing his throat quickly when his voice cracks a little. “Yeah, okay. Uh…” He looks away from Aaron, knowing his embarrassment will only grow if they’re making eye contact during this. “Uhm, and when I first saw you, I knew you were the one.”

    “How did you know?” Aaron asks, and Hercules has to physically bite his tongue to stop himself from actually giving the answer he wants. 

    He wants to say that the second Aaron sat next to him in their Political Science class last year that he knew he was the one. He wants to say that every time Aaron doodled in his journal, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, Hercules knew he was the one. He wants to say that every time Aaron answered a question, his usually quiet voice ringing out with confidence, Hercules knew he was the one. He wants to say that every time Aaron smiled at him, or asked to work together on homework, Hercules knew he was the one.

    “Uhm…” Hercules says instead, blinking his eyes and staring at the words on the paper that is starting to shake a little in his hands. Get it together, Mulligan. “How could I not know? It was fate.”

    “Fate to fall in love?” 

    Hercules can’t stop himself from looking up at Aaron after those words, even though his mind is screaming at him not to. But he does, and he meets Aaron’s dark eyes, and feels his pulse quicken. Aaron is staring at him with a small smile, and he raises his eyebrows when Hercules continues to just stare.

    “Y-yes.” Hercules stutters, glancing back down at his lines. “You…you made it impossible to not fall in love. I fell in love with your-” Hercules cuts off, eyes growing wide at the list of body parts his character apparently fell in love with. He looks back up at Aaron, who is now watching him with growing amusement. Bastard. “I fell in love with your…your face.” Hercules eventually says, and Aaron snorts, clearly seeing through Hercules’s manipulation of the script. But then Aaron’s eyes search his more closely, and his face grows a little more serious.

    “Do you know what I fell in love with?” Aaron asks softly, and Hercules doesn’t respond even though his character has a line, but Aaron doesn’t seem to mind. “I fell in love with your voice.” Aaron steps closer to him, and Hercules frowns as he looks down at the paper. That’s not in the script. “I fell in love with your laugh, with your smile…”

    “Wha?” Is all Hercules can get out, because his mind is still trying to catch up to what is happening. He doesn’t understand why Aaron is stepping closer, why he’s looking at him the way he is. “I, uh, that’s-that’s not…” He continues to stammer as Aaron gets even closer. 

    “I fell in love with your face.” Aaron murmurs, a slight teasing tone in his voice that makes Hercules flush. Aaron’s hands reach out, brushing over Hercules’s, and he takes the paper from him, letting it drop to the floor. He steps further into Hercules’s space. “That first day in Political Science last year, I sat next to you on purpose.” Aaron’s eyes flick down to Hercules’s lips, and then back up to his eyes. “Because…because I really did think you…you were…”

    Hercules watches, frozen in shock, as Aaron struggles to get his words out. He’s never seen Aaron so flustered, if he can even call this flustered, but it’s the closest Hercules has seen Aaron to it. It’s a good look on him. Cute. Beautiful.

    Aaron is still looking at him closely, and he huffs out a small laugh as Hercules continues to just look back at him with wide eyes. Then Aaron is moving, his eyes going back down to Hercules’s lips, and Hercules only has a split second to understand what is about to happen before it is happening.

    Aaron is kissing him. 

    Hercules makes a faint noise of surprise as he registers the warm press of Aaron’s lips against his. His eyes flutter shut, and he kisses Aaron back as he curls his fingers into the front of Hercules’s shirt. The kiss is soft, slow, tentative, giving them time to explore the other, to see what they like. 

    Hercules swipes his tongue over Aaron’s lower lip, shivering slightly when Aaron makes an appreciative hum. Then Aaron’s hands are moving to the back of his neck, pulling Hercules down to even out the height difference. Aaron nips at his lip gently, and Hercules can’t stop the soft moan that escapes him, his hands twitching where they are resting against Aaron’s hips. 

    Eventually, Aaron pulls away, his hands dropping to Hercules’s shoulders as they both look at each other, breathing heavily and blinking slowly.

    “That wasn’t in the script.” Hercules says, and Aaron laughs at that, really laughs, his eyes lighting up as he grins at Hercules. This can’t be happening. But it is. “You…what you said,” Hercules pauses a moment before continuing, “You…do you really mean it?”

    “Would I have said it if I didn’t?” Aaron asks, still smiling. He tilts his head as he looks at Hercules. “Is it really that surprising to you? That hard to believe? Why would I say it if it wasn’t true?”

    “I…I don’t know.” Hercules pulls Aaron a little closer. “You could have just forgotten your lines, made something up.”

    “I know my lines perfectly.” Aaron says, and then he laughs again, this time more mischievously. “Besides, I performed the skit already. I had it yesterday.”

    “You what?” Hercules asks, joining in this time when Aaron starts to laugh, his shoulders shaking. “You bastard. Here I am, thinking I was helping further your education.” He chuckles, and then looks at Aaron more seriously. He has to say it now. “I, uh, just so you know, I like you. I mean, obviously. Just…a lot, I like you a lot.

    “I like you a lot, too.” Aaron says. “But I have to say, you make it really hard for a man to get your attention. I’ve been trying to ask you out for months.”

    “What?” Hercules practically shouts, his mind reeling as he tries to think of what Aaron could mean.

    “All those study dates…the dinner invites.” Aaron shakes his head fondly as Hercules remembers how many times Aaron has asked him to hang out lately. “I wanted to ask you out, but you kept bringing other people with you. You’re so oblivious. Can’t believe I had to set up this whole thing just so I could finally kiss you.”

    “Shut up.” Hercules mutters, shoving at Aaron playfully. “You know it was worth it.”

    “Mm, I don’t know.” Aaron moves closer again, his nose brushing over Hercules’s. “I think I still need some convincing on that.”

    Hercules laughs softly, but he ducks down so he can kiss Aaron again, their lips sliding together in the most perfect way. He just gets his hands under Aaron’s shirt when the door to the room opens. He goes to pull back, but Aaron wraps his arms around his neck, keeping him in place as he licks into his mouth, causing Hercules to give no attention to anything except the feeling of Aaron’s tongue on his.

    But he still hears the small laugh, the sound of Alexander’s voice saying “fucking finally”, before the door closes with a soft click.

    Yeah, Hercules thinks to himself, fucking finally.

    Can you make a super fluffy one where you find out your pregnant and Alan is so excited and happy. Then a time skip to the birth and you have a little girl and Alan loves her soo much. Please make it super fluffy :))

    /// written by queenrettes

    You sat in the bathtub of your bathroom, tears stained your soft face. Never had you thought you’d be in this situation ever.

    This morning while getting out of bed, you felt pains in your stomach and last night’s food came back up. You didn’t drink last night and you didn’t think it was a regular illness. Sure enough it wasn’t.

    You were pregnant. The little white stick by your toes proved that minutes ago and you had no idea how to react.

    Fuck, how would Alan react?

    In your four years together the topic of kids never came up that much and if it was brought up, both of shrugged it off.

    You had no idea how you were gonna tell Alan, right now he was out buying you a peace tea and potato chips like you asked and he was probably gonna shit bricks.

    The front door opening was all you heard and your heart pounded like a drum. Sooner or later he had to find out and it had to be right now.

    You clutched the test and stood up to go down stairs, there he was with two bags hanging off his arm and he spoke in a sorrowful tone;

    “Hey, the store ran out of tea but I bought you a..” He looked confused at the tears still flooding your cheeks, he dropped the bags and rushed over to hold you. “(Y/n)? What’s wrong?” He brushed his hands through your hair while you looked up at his worried eyes.

    You pushed him away softly and took his hand, placing the test in his warm palm. It took him a minute but once he read the tiny words ‘pregnant’ you surprisingly saw his once worried eyes light up.

    Alan smiled widely at you.

    “(Y/n)? Is this for real?! Are we really..” Alan could barely finish his sentence before he dropped the test and tiny tears spilled from his eyes, he tried wiping them away but they only came back.

    These weren’t the same tears as yours, these were joyful and happy tears.

    Giving him a slow and approving nod, he held his hands over his mouth and laughed at you.

    “Oh my God.. Oh my fucking God we’re gonna have a baby!” He embraced you in a tight warm hug and kissed you on the forehead.

    “I was scared..” You mumbled and let go of the breath that you’d been holding.


    “I thought you would hate me.” Alan chuckled and spoke in a low voice. “I’d never hate you, I love you and our baby, don’t ever think that I’d walk out on you both. I’m here for you, always.”


    ((9 months later..))

    Alan stood outside the door tapping his foot, walking around in circles and cursing to himself over and over again. His friends; the rest of his band stood up by the wall watching him carefully.

    When they arrived at the hospital and you were taken away, Alan wasn’t allowed to come in the room. He couldn’t see you nor could he cut the cord, you had to be followed into a c section right away.

    Right now he was shaking and scared.

    Would the baby live? Would you live? Would the baby come out okay? Questions ran through his head, he couldn’t breathe.

    “Mr. Ashby?” A older woman peaked her head out of the door and he looked up at her.

    The woman smiled at him. “It was successful!” Everyone was invited in and there you were; laying in bed drugged, healthy and okay. Aaron gave you a slight frown and you looked up at him, chattering and cold.

    “Why’s she shivering?”

    “The baby was like a heater for the nine months she was pregnant and now that the babies out, well.. You get the idea.” One of the the doctors said while putting blankets over you.

    Alan bit his lip to keep from crying. There was his own little gift of life laying in the arms of the nurse, he watched the baby take their first breath and yawned loudly. Austin gave him a small pat on the shoulder.

    “Would you like to hold her?” Her. It was a girl. His little girl.

    The nurse handed her over and Alan cradled the baby in his arms. She looked up at her dad with her big brown eyes, her hair bright orange like his.

    “What should we name her?” Phil suggested, Alan looked over to you. “Can we name her Alison (y/n)? Please? Almost like Alan?”

    You nodded at your boyfriend and he kissed Alison’s forehead. “Alison (y/n) Ashby. Hey that’s cute!” He looked up at his friends then back down at her. “I promise I’ll protect you forever okay? I’ll never let anything or anyone hurt you. I love you.” he nuzzled her nose and she smiled.

    Acceptance (Daryl Dixon imagine)

    imagine: your older brother, Aaron, is less than pleased to discover that you and Daryl Dixon have been hooking up. (2,660 words)

    an: ahh it feels so good to finally write this after planning it for weeks. hope you all like it, sorry it’s rly long - gabby

    For my brother and me, Alexandria was the home we never had. When Aaron, Eric and I were being evacuated, we’d scoffed at the phrase “safe-zone” at first, wondering if anywhere could feel secure in a world where, not only did everyone seem to resent my brother for his sexuality, but where dead people were able to reanimate. However, once we realised that that Deanna and her family were wholly supportive, along with the majority of the community, we began to believe in the possibility that we could be safe here.

    I can recall harrowing events from my youth, events that I merely witnessed, and that must have been infinitely more horrific for my brother, the victim. Our mother was very confused about what homosexuality was, and was convinced that Aaron’s sexuality could be changed. Once, she shut him away in his bedroom for an entire afternoon with foods he despised, demanding that until he’d eaten it all, he would remain in there. My most striking childhood memory involved hunching over the toilet bowl that evening, throwing up all of the food I sneakily volunteered to eat for my brother. Even as a ten year old, I found it sickening that our mother felt sympathetic for me when, if it was Aaron in my shoes, she’d be scorning him for being so “unmanly”.

    Aaron and Eric were the only people left that were important to me, with Eric truly feeling like family. Each time they’d leave for the day to scout for new recruits I’d spend my day worrying about them, despite having full confidence that they could take care of themselves. They always did, and always managed to return home with another license plate to add to the collection, or some sort of interesting vintage pot to display on the mantelpiece. Although we had our fair share of petty arguments, as siblings did, I never thought I could care for anyone as much as I did for Aaron and Eric. That was, until I met Daryl Dixon.

    The warm sun was descending into the horizon and I was nearing the end of my daily jog when they returned after what was undoubtedly the longest outing they’d been on to date. At first my attention was centred solely on Eric limping through the gates and Aaron helping him hobble across the pavement, his hand wrapped protectively around Eric’s waist. Naturally, I fussed over them, only to be brushed off by Aaron, who was far too concerned about his injured boyfriend to pay attention to his annoying little sister. So, reluctantly, I let them be and as I set off to jog back home I clumsily ran straight into someone’s torso.

    “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry,” I fretted, grabbing a hold of the person’s arms to steady myself. Almost automatically they pulled away, and upon looking up I couldn’t help but feel threatened by the man stood before me. His hair fell in his face, wet with grease and clumped together with dirt, but his blue eyes were still prominent. He wore a scowl that appeared to be his resting expression, and his stance was the opposite of inviting, with his defined arms crossed over his broad chest.

    “S’alright,” he eventually replied, and I didn’t expect him to be so quiet. His manner puzzled me, somehow he managed to come across as careless yet anxious all at once.

    “Oh, hello everyone, I’m Y/N,” I raised my voice after recognising that everyone was relying on me to welcome them now that Aaron had rushed Eric off to the infirmary. I was overwhelmed at the size of the group. “I’m sure you’ve met Aaron, my older and less attractive brother.”

    “Rick,” the guy with the bushy beard replied, squinting his eyes slightly and tilting his head to the right as if he were trying to suss me out. My heart almost melted upon the sight of a child who must have been barely a year old resting her sleepy head upon his shoulder.

    “It’s great to meet you all, I’ll be sure to get to know each of you in due course,” I beamed, aiming to make them feel as welcome as possible. All I received in return were solemn faces and uncomfortable coughs. “And I’m sorry for running into you again… what’s your name?”

    “Daryl,” the intimidating man answered gruffly, and I smiled at how much his name seemed to suit him.

    “I’ll see you around then, Daryl. Sometime when I’m less sweaty.”

    “Guess so.”

    Amusingly, my next encounter with Daryl was just a day later, and was again a time where I was dripping with sweat. This time, I hadn’t been on a run, but I’d been spending hours fixing up an old car. I heard a timid knock on the garage door and had expected it to be Aaron, arriving with the sole intention of bothering me, only to find it was Daryl.

    He’d been told by my brother to push his motorbike over to my garage as the engine was faulty, and I fell in love with the vehicle at first sight. Daryl was visibly impressed at my ability to identify the model of the bike, and even more impressed when I noticed what the problem was before he’d even informed me. He hung around while I fixed it, intrusively poking about in my toolbox and coming across my secret stash of beers. Four bottles each and just over an hour later, the bike was up and running again.

    We were more than tipsy, and finding hilarity in smearing dirty rags in each other’s faces. Another beer each and this childish game had progressed to a more serious level; the garage door was shut and locked, and Daryl and I were having lazy, drunken sex on the bonnet of the car.

    At first I’d thought that this would be a one time thing, and that once Daryl had sobered up he’d return back to his reserved self. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

    Daryl and I hooked up at any given opportunity: while everyone was out at parties or gatherings, during evenings where Aaron and Eric were having dinner at Deanna’s, and of course, every time he came to visit me in the garage. Each time we’d play stupid drinking games to disclose a little more about ourselves and after a while not requiring the alcohol to open up to each other. We were excellent at sneaking around; not one person was aware that we were even acquaintances as we kept our distance from each other in public.

    So, when Aaron had informed me that he and Eric were popping out for an hour or so in the evening, I immediately invited Daryl over. I’d even slipped into my favourite underwear and put on some make up. Upon his arrival, Daryl had seized me by the hips with his strong hands and guided me upstairs, lips not leaving my neck until he’d shut my bedroom door and pushed me against it.

    “What’s all that shit on your face for,” he mumbled, and I giggled as I became aware that he had my lipstick smeared all over his mouth, cheeks and chin.

    “Prefer it when I have nothing on?” I asked cheekily, reaching to undo the clasp on my lace bra, letting it slip to the floor.

    “You got that right,” he drawled, before licking his lips hungrily and escorting me in the direction of the bed.

    Our sounds of pleasure coursed through the air; for a man of so few words it was unbelievable how vocal Daryl was in bed. I got the feeling that he didn’t quite know what he was doing during sex, but his fumbling and clumsiness only enhanced the experience. We were so noisy and so engaged that we failed to hear the knock on the door, or the creaking sound of it opening.

    “My goodness!” It was Eric, and once Daryl fearfully tumbled away from me, almost falling off the bed altogether, I was able to witness his horrified expression. “Oh my Lord, I, um, dear me,” Eric stammered with his hands covering his eyes, before promptly leaving and accidentally slamming the door behind him.

    “Eric, wait!” I yelled, pulling on whichever clothes I could find and racing downstairs to join him. “Please, don’t tell my brother,” I implored, but Eric was only able to shake his head and leave the house, his complexion remarkably pale and his eyes still wide with shock.

    I had no appetite; my anxiety caused the food to turn to mush in my mouth and prevented me from swallowing it. I stared at my plate instead, excessively twirling the spaghetti around my fork to avoid eating it. When I looked up, Eric caught my eye, and I twinged with the embarrassment that accompanied the memory of earlier. Glancing at Daryl, who my brother had kindly invited for tea, I noticed that he too was struggling to eat, which made a change from the way he usually shovelled food into his mouth. He sipped slowly on his glass of red wine, and like me, tried his hardest to avoid eye contact with my brother or his boyfriend.

    “You’re quiet tonight, Y/N,” Aaron commented, a slight frown upon his face. I merely shrugged, refusing to avert my attention away from the meal in front of me, although the sight of it was making me nauseous. “In fact, everyone’s being really strange. Care to tell me what’s going on?”

    “Nothing, Aaron,” I replied, a little too promptly. I forced a smile and tried to ignore the look Eric was flashing in my direction, instead pouring myself another glass of wine. “This wine is great. Do you want another glass, Daryl?”

    “Nah, I’m good.”

    “Have you two been introduced, by the way?” my brother queried innocently, gesturing between the two of us. Daryl confidently answered “No” while I confidently answered “Yes”, creating quite possibly the most awkward response to a question to ever exist.

    “I caught them having sex earlier,” Eric burst out, placing his head in his hands. Soon enough, Daryl and I were mirroring Eric’s posture, and my brother had stood up to leave the room, but not before angrily wiping his mouth on a napkin.

    “Y/N, can I talk to you, alone?”

    Aaron and I had never raised our voices at each other, and I cannot recall a time where we’d ever intensely disagreed on something. However, when he yanked me by my sleeve into the hallway, I saw a side to my brother that almost scared me.

    “Eric wouldn’t lie to me, so just come out and admit it,” Aaron said, using all of his strength not to shout and finding it seemingly difficult to look at me.

    “Okay. Daryl and I have been having sex.”

    “I can’t believe this,” Aaron sighed deeply and raked his hands through his tight curls in frustration. I leant against the wall and chewed the inside of my mouth.

    “What’s the problem, Aaron? I am an adult, you know that, right?” I practically screeched, not caring whether Daryl and Eric could hear me.

    “What’s the problem?!” Aaron repeated, a exasperated laugh accompanying his words. “Daryl is twice your age, and you’ve known him barely two weeks.”

    “So that means we can’t have sex?”

    “Yes!” I scoffed at my brother’s stubbornness, and felt the anger swirling in my stomach. “It’s just… not right.” He added, finally looking me in the eye.

    “’Not right’? How can you say that after years of people telling you that your relationship with Eric is ‘not right’? You’re such a hypocrite!” The pitch of my voice was deafening, and the volume so loud that I wouldn’t have been astounded to hear it was audible to the entirety of Alexandria.

    “It’s not the same, Y/N!” Aaron insisted, although it was evident that he was beginning to acknowledge the holes in his argument.

    “Yes but still, I just thought you would be more accepting.” My eyes brimmed with tears, but I fought hard to prevent them from spilling down my cheeks. “Surely you know what it’s like to have your love for someone deemed as wrong, and how shit that feels.”

    “You love him?” Aaron’s voice softened and he reached out a hand to stroke my arm.

    “I don’t know, but it’s not just sex,” I mumbled, but Aaron’s attention had diverged to the doorway to the kitchen. I followed his trail of sight to spot Daryl watching us, a look of concern on his usually unreadable face. Unable to hold them back any longer, I let the tears roll down my cheeks and I sunk to the floor, afraid that I’d ruined my relationship with Daryl as well as Aaron. With my eyes closed, and lacking the energy and motivation to open them, I was clueless to who it was that was gently lifting me up and carrying me upstairs.

    A hand ran through my hair that was splayed out on the pillow, and because of this gentle gesture I assumed it was Aaron sitting beside my bed. Upon turning around to face him, however, I was stunned to discover it was in fact Daryl sat beside me, his eyes droopy and his posture slumped.

    “Feelin’ better after sleepin’?” he drawled lazily, his immediate reflex upon my awakening being to quickly retract his hand away from my head. With this hand he instead reached up to scratch his head in some sort of attempt to look collected, but his pink cheeks gave him away.

    “Much better,” I replied, a slight huskiness to my speech. I cleared my throat and sat up, groggily rubbing at my eyes. “It’s funny that Aaron remembered to carry me to bed, sleep always sorted out my emotional outbursts as an angsty teen.”

    “He cares ‘bout ya,” Daryl advanced from the armchair beside my bed to sit next to me on the mattress, nervously declining my offer to join me beneath the sheets. “I care ‘bout ya too, y’know.”

    “You do?” I could feel the hope fluttering inside my racing heart. I wriggled my arm out from underneath the covers and slipped my hand into Daryl’s; for some reason, his palms were extremely clammy and for some even stranger reason, I found this endearing.

    “Mmhmm,” Daryl hummed, leaning his head back against the wall and squeezing his eyes shut. I took this opportunity to make a bold move and snuggle into his chest and, unexpectedly, I felt his arms wrap around me.

    I lay listening to his heartbeat for a while, wondering if he’d fallen asleep. His arms were rigid around my waist, and, curiously, he’d not flinched when I’d slipped my hand underneath his shirt to caress the scars on his back.

    “Daryl, are you awake?” He grunted softly in response, presumably slipping into sleep. “Okay. Did you hear what I said to Aaron about…”

    “’Bout love?”

    “Uh, yeah.”

    “I heard.” The room fell silent, the only audible sound was our breathing. My breaths were quicker than Daryl’s, which where deep and drawn-out. “Y/N?”


    “I ain’t sure what love is,” Daryl began, taking a long pause before continuing. “But I think you’re givin’ me the right idea.”

    If we weren’t so tired, I’d have sat up and kissed Daryl passionately, overcome with delight that his feelings were reciprocal. Instead, I brought his calloused hand up to my mouth and kissed it gently, before snuggling into the surprisingly soft crook of his neck. He placed his hand on the back of my head and chuckled lightly, massaging my scalp with his fingertips.

    It took a while, but I even managed to persuade Daryl to curl up beneath the sheets with me. Our bodies fit together like cogs in the engine of a motorbike, and I tried to synchronize my breaths with his. Slowly, I fell deeper into sleep, and deeper in love with him.

    “If it tries to take you, I won’t let go”
    A beautiful quote from “Fangirl” by Rainbow Rowell. I’d love to see where you go with this!

    “I have to think of Tamara’s sister the whole time.”

    Call stared at his friend, not sure how he was supposed to handle this. He had zero experience with lovesickness. “Alright.… um, Aaron, you know she’s in love with Alex Strike, though?”

    Aaron squinted at him. “What?”

    Call looked at his shoes like they were the most fascinating thing in the room. “I saw Kimiya and him at the party of Tamara’s parents…they were snogging…”

    Aaron frowned, then snorted. “I wasn’t talking about Kimiya.”

    Something like relief bloomed in Call’s chest. “Oh…”

    “I meant Ravan. The way she was overpowered by her own magic, then turned into an elemental…” Aaron had tightened his hold on Call’s forearm considerately. Call was sure he was going to have a bruise there later.

    “What if that happens to me? What if the chaos is going to devour me?”

    There was real fear in Aaron’s eyes and Call swallowed hard. “It won’t.”

    “How can you be so sure?”

    “I’m your counterweight. If it tries to take you, I won’t let go.”

    Call steadily held Aaron’s gaze as the other boy stared at him in silence for a full minute. He could tell that the young Makar was fighting hard not to cry.

    Then he was suddenly propelled forward. Aaron had enveloped him in a bear hug and Call was reminded once again how much more muscular his friend was.

    “Need to… breathe,” Call wheezed and Aaron loosened his hold on him a tiny bit, but didn’t let go. Call set his chin reluctantly on Aaron’s shoulder, petting him awkwardly on the back while mentally counting the bruises he would have come morning.