Summary: In a panic for the holidays, Nick and his girlfriend try to figure out what to get each other for Christmas. I also took inspiration from ‘Full House’ so if anyone gets the reference, I love you. This also jumps around between Nick and the reader, so I hope it isn’t too confusing.
Notes: I relate to Nick Miller to an unhealthy level. Happy holidays everyone!
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The door opened before they could even knock. Schmit and Winston were greeted by wild eyes and a pair of hands yanking them into the apartment.
“This is a new sweater!” Schmit shrieked.
You slammed the door behind them and ignored their looks of startled fear.
“I need your help.”
“Yeah, we got that from the seven ‘code red’ texts you sent us,” Winston said. He took a seat on your couch while Schmit was still trying to fix the crinkles you’d created in his shirt.
“I don’t know what to get Nick for Christmas and there are only two days left.”
“Why is this our problem?”
“Because, Schmit, it is our first Christmas together and if I mess this up, it could spell disaster for our entire relationship.” You paced back and forth in front of your discount tree and ran your fingers through your hair. Winston rolled his eyes.
“I think you’re being a little dramatic.”
“No, she’s right. This could be the beginning of the end for them. If they break up, who knows what kind of disgusting, unkempt, miscreant he could reverse back into?”
“Thank you for putting that in her head.”
“Okay, you guys I’m serious.”
“It’s not like it’s the first Christmas you’ve ever spent together,” Winston said. “You’ve known each other for how long?”
You sighed. “As long as I can remember.”
“See? You know each other well enough. It’ll be fine.”
“Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe we know each other too well. Maybe all of that information is just too overwhelming and I won’t be able to sift through all of it in two days!” Seeing the growing fear in Winston’s eyes, you lowered your tone. “You know what the worst thing is? He’s probably fine. He probably already knows what he’s going to do. God, he probably has all of this figured out.”
He did not.
“I have no idea what I’m going to do. I have none of this figured out and I’m really losing it.” Nick stared hopelessly at the ceiling. “I’m the worst boyfriend ever.”
“Oh come on, don’t think like that. I’m sure you’ll think of something perfect for Y/N.” Jess said, hovering over him with a cheerful smile. Cece looked down with an annoyed glare.
“Why am I here again?”
Jess elbowed her in the side. “We are being supportive of our two closest friend’s relationship.” She grabbed Nick’s arm and dragged him up so he was sitting. “Don’t worry, Nicholas. We are going to help you make this the best Christmas ever for Y/N. Right, Cece?”
“Sure.”
“That’s the spirit!” Jess pulled them both into a hug. “Mission Mistletoe is a go!”
“We are so not calling it that.”
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Shopping was going… well about as well as you expected. No. It was worse. Definitely worse. Thanks to the complete and utter useless commentary from Schmit and Winston, you were 100% sure that you were never going to find a gift for your boyfriend.
“What about this?” Winston held up some kind of as seen on tv face heater.
“That’ll come in real handy when hell freezes over,” Schmit said. He put a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry. I know exactly what Nick wants for Christmas.” He motioned to the Victoria's Secret store across the way. You rolled your eyes.
“I don’t think anything in there would fit him.” You snarked, hoping he’d let it go. He just kept looking at you with that stupid Schmit douchebag face he made. He grabbed your arm and dragged you into the other store.
“This is a really bad idea,” Nick whined. He kept his hand over his eyes as Cece pulled him through the racks of lingerie.
“Lingerie is a classic go-to gift, Nick. Especially for a new couple like you two.”
“But we aren’t a ‘new’ couple.” He made quotations with his fingers, opening his eyes “We’ve known each other forever. We grew up together.”
“All the more reason you need to make this Christmas sexy.” She held up a matching set of bright red bra and panties with ‘Santa Baby’ written across the butt.
He groaned and covered his eyes again.
You stared at your reflection and grimaced.
“What does it look like?” Schmit asked. You turned around, looking at a different angle and still hating it. He knocked on the door. “Do you want me to come in and look?”
“Schmit!” You exclaimed. You opened the door just enough to stick your head out. “$5 dollars in the jar when you get home.”
“Alright, alright, I’m sorry for caring.”
“And that’s five more.” You slammed the door again and quickly began changing back into your normal undergarments. You took his silence as pouting, but Schmit had spotted a salesgirl making eyes at him across the store and ditched you. “I just really want this to go well.”
Nick ducked into the dressing room hall as if he could hide from the army of undergarments and Cece’s intimidating knowledge of all things sexy. He took a deep breath and sighed, but went quiet when he heard your voice.
“This Christmas is going to be completely different as is, Schmit. My parents went to Europe to visit my perfect sister and her perfect job and perfect husband. Nick volunteered to spend the holidays with me so I wouldn't be alone. I’ve never even spent Christmas in L.A., you know? No white Christmas, no family… Nick is the only thing about this Christmas that feels normal. I want to do something special for him and I have no idea what to do.” You frowned at yourself, trying to keep your voice from cracking.
Nick didn’t say anything. He stood outside the dressing room in shock, letting your words sink in. He had no idea how much this meant to you. Part of him wanted to open the door and kiss you, mistletoe or no mistletoe, but the other part was beginning to brainstorm. He hurried off before you knew he was there.
You pulled your shirt over your head and left the dressing room, feeling even more disheartened than before. Schmit, having acquired the saleswoman’s number, met you as you were heading for the door. He grinned.
“So, did you find anything you-”
“Can we go home, please?” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hold the ache together. Schmit, confused and concerned, just nodded, winked one more time at the salesgirl, and followed you out of the store.
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You entered the guys’ apartment feeling like a complete failure. Cece and Jess were lounging on the couch, laughing and poking fun at each other. Their antics lightened your spirits a little and you hung up your purse. Winston and Schmit went to join them in the living area while you moved towards the kitchen. Nick was pouring odd drinks into the seasonal red and green glasses that Jess bought and was probably making him use.
“Hey.” You huffed, laying your head on the counter. He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes with concern.
“You okay?”
You nodded half-heartedly. “I could use a drink.”
“Well, you’re in luck. Jess begged me to make her a holiday drink and so I invented a few of my own.” He slid a glass towards you.
“Thanks.” You took a drink and winced. “Oh my god.”
“It’s terrible isn’t it?” He laughed.
“It’s like drinking boozy toothpaste.”
“She wanted something peppermint. She’s going to get it.” He turned around and grabbed you a mug from the other counter. “Don’t worry. I made you some spiked hot chocolate instead.”
You sighed with relief, letting the warmth of the mug spread from your hands to your whole body. You smiled for the first time all day. When you took a drink, a thin hot chocolate mustache covered your upper lip. Nick laughed and wiped it away with his thumb. You leaned over the counter for a kiss.
“You’re the best.”
“Hey, St. Nicholas, where’s our drinks?” Jess whined. Everyone joined the chorus of complaints until you and Nick brought the tray of awful toothpaste drinks into the living room. You both sat on the floor as CeCe and Schmit started arguing. The dejection you’d felt before had faded completely. You melted into your boyfriend’s arms and took another drink, smiling at your friends surrounding you.
“Feeling better?” Nick whispered in your ear. You nodded and he kissed your cheek. Everything about the moment was perfect. You wished you could capture everything just as it was and wrap it up with a bow. Now that would be the perfect gift.
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Christmas day had finally arrived and everyone but you and Nick had gone home. You woke up early to finish wrapping Nick’s gift and to adjust to your unfamiliar holiday surroundings. Of course, you practically lived at the loft, but you still couldn’t quite wrap your mind around spending Christmas here.
The sun glared through the windows and you couldn’t help but sigh. It was supposed to be close to 65 degrees today. Not exactly the snowy white Christmas you were used to, but you’d rather be here than back in Chicago at your parent’s empty house. Still, it would definitely be an adjustment.
Nick- who also had gotten up early to make your gift a surprise- stood in the hallway, watching you frown at the sunshine. He crept to the bathroom cupboard where he had hidden all of his decorations and supplies and only hoped you wouldn’t come back to his room before he was done.
You made a cup of coffee and curled up in Nick’s sweatshirt that you stole, setting his gift on the table. LA heat or not, you would be cozy, goddamnit.
It was about another hour before Nick came out of the room, yawning and stretching. You muttered a good morning as he leaned over the back of the couch for a kiss.
“Merry Christmas.” He said.
“Merry Christmas.” You beamed back. His eyes landed on the package on the coffee table, wrapped in shiny red paper and a green bow.
“Is that for me?”
You shrugged. “No, actually, it’s for my other boyfriend. He’s spending the holidays with us, so I need you to be extra nice today.”
Nick rolled his eyes at your snark. “Ho ho ho.” He handed you a loosely wrapped package with To Y/N From Santa written on the paper.
You kissed his cheek and unwrapped the gift. Your eyebrows knitted together as you lifted a pair of mittens out of the wrapping paper. Before you could begin to ask, Nick grabbed your hand and pulled you off the couch.
“I have something to show you.” He gave you a nervous smile and led you back to his room. “Close your eyes.”
You eyed him suspiciously.
“Is this… a sex thing?”
“No!” He exclaimed, putting hands on your shoulders and laughing. “No, it’s not. We can definitely get to that later though.”
You smirked and leaned in for a kiss. He put a finger on your lips.
“But close your eyes first.”
You jutted out your lip but did as he said, putting your hands over your eyes. He took a deep breath and turned the door handle. He ushered you to the middle of the room and shuffled some things around.
“Okay.”
You opened your eyes. At first, you were a little blinded. But as your eyes adjusted, you could see each and every little cotton-ball and paper snowflake detail. The entire room had transformed into your very own L.A. heat-resistant winter wonderland.
“I want you to know that I looked absolutely everywhere to figure out what to get you and I came up empty everywhere I went,” Nick said. “I know this isn’t something you can keep and we’ll have to clean all of this up before everyone else gets back-”
“Nick,” you gasped. You put your hands on either side of his face. “This is amazing. It’s the best Christmas present anyone has ever gotten for me.”
He grinned and you closed the space between you, your lips crashing into his. His arms went around your waist and pulled you closer. Before things could go any further, you suddenly remembered the present sitting on the living room table.
You sprinted back out, your socks sliding across the wooden floor. You ran back and put the small rectangle wrapped in striped wrapping paper in his hands.
“I have something for you too.”
“You know you didn’t have to get me anything. All I want for Christmas-”
“If you start singing Mariah Carey, you are so not getting laid tonight.”
He smirked. “Yes ma’am.”
He unwrapped the gift and stared down at the picture frame holding multiple rows of photo-booth pictures. They were from the wedding that Nick spent trying to get over Caroline. By the end of the night, the two of you had confessed your feelings for each other in that photo-booth, the picture capturing your first kiss.
“Y/N, this is…” He looked back up at you, his eyes shining. “This is perfect. Thank you.”
This time, he pulled you in for a kiss.
He made another round of spiked hot chocolate and the two of you spent the day watching old Christmas movies and listening to music- even Mariah Carey.
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Could you do where it’s like 2:00 on the morning and Steve wakes the reader up because he is too tired to get something to drink and it’s just a lot of fluff please? I love your work btw! :)
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Okay, I still have a lot of feelings about this, all right? All Steve’s life people have been proud of him for the alpha male things he can do. Football star, military academy, SEAL team, counter-terrorism, Naval Intelligence. He runs, he shoots, he fights, he endures. That’s what he does for the people that he loves. And they love him too…as long as he’s doing all those things, and doing them in ways that benefit them.
But Danny…Danny loves him for simply being himself. For being soft-hearted, for opening up, for trying to help in ways that involve building up instead of breaking down. Danny’s the first person who ever called Steve “soft” and meant it as a compliment.
I'm probably going to spam you with requests so buckle up.
Okay so what if on a very hot and humid summer night, Reader is feeling grumpy because of the weather and Hotch casually tries to cuddle with her (because he always does that in order to fall asleep) but she tells him to stay away and hotch gets all pouty and sad until reader gives in (but reader does not give in easily, im sorry but hotch is a furnace! Can you imagine cuddling with him during the summer?)
@sunflowermotel and i were just talking about this in the dms the other day because i don't care if it's 20000 degrees i'm clinging onto that man and suffocating him but now the tables have turned
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You were on fire. The sheets were sticking to your skin, your shorts were sweat-slicked to your legs, and your tank top was growing damp spots.
The humidity was running rampant within your little apartment, the air conditioning unit having broken two days ago. You had been entirely confident that your fans would get you through, that all you needed was the little rotating desk fan that you'd stolen from Aaron's home office, but you were wrong.
The fan was weak, and left you sweating through your sheets. You'd even suffered through a cold shower, but nothing helped.
Aaron was laying beside you, his black-framed reading glasses perched on his nose as he scrolled through the news app on his phone. He was the only person under 70 you knew that looked at the news on their phone, but he looked adorably concentrated while scrolling, so you didn't tease him.
Eventually he got tired of reading through the various daily occurrences, and locked his phone, slipping his glasses off of his face and setting his phone on his nightstand. He turned to face you, wrapping his arms around you before you could stop him.
"Aaron, no!" You tried fruitlessly to wriggle out of his grip, sweat already moistening your skin, "You're a furnace."
"Hey," He frowned as you finally slipped from between his arms, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's sweltering in here," You panted, a grimace staining your expression as you tried ridding yourself of the residual heat that Aaron's embrace had inflicted upon you, "You are not allowed to touch me for the rest of the night."
Maybe you'd snapped at him too hard. Maybe you were being unfair, extra grumpy from the sticky air around you. But you weren't going to take it back, not even as his confused frown fell into a petty one and he huffed softly through his nose.
"Fine," He grumbled, turning away from you so that all you saw was his bare back, "Set am alarm before you go to sleep."
Though you felt slightly bad for upsetting him, your physical discomfort was more important. You shifted your legs where they were laying on top of the blankets, wishing that they didn't come off with a sticky sheen of sweat on them, and trying to wipe some of the sweat off of your hairline too.
It was hopeless, nothing was working.
You fell asleep only an hour later than Aaron did, but the prolonged silence without any skin-on-skin contact was new to you. If you hadn't been so damn hot you'd have crawled under the covers and latched yourself onto him like a leech, but you felt like your skin was cooking your insides alive, so you didn't.
Instead you fell into a restless sleep, the sheets clinging to your moistened skin.
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You had set an alarm as requested, but you didn't wake up to it. What you woke up to was Aaron shuffling around at the foot of the bed, struggling to get his tie adjusted right in the dim bedroom light. You weren't sure why he wasn't shutting himself in the bathroom and turning on the lights there to see, but it gave you more time to admire him before he had to leave, and you watched him with a hazy, fond smile.
He tugged too hard on the tail, jerking the knot to one side. He let out a frustrated huff, a grumbled, "Son of a-" reaching your ears before he was giving up, his tie lopsided while he fumbled around for his briefcase.
You'd had enough.
You sat up, shimmying to the edge of the bed and flicking on the lamp on your bedside table. It illuminated the room in a soft yellow glow, and he froze for a second, turning back to face you.
"I'm sorry for waking you up." He spoke, his voice strained and withdrawn, "Go back to sleep."
"No," You groaned, standing and stepping in front of him, "I can't, in good conscience, let you go outside with your tie looking like that."
Your fingers quickly found purchase in the silky material around his neck, loosening the knot gently so that you could slide it over to the middle of his chest rather than hidden under one of the folds of his collar. You felt him tense under your touch, but the longer you worked with his tie, the more relaxed he got.
"Oh, so it's not too hot to adjust my tie?" He muttered, resentment clear in his voice.
"Come on," You scoffed, "It was like four hundred degrees last night, Aaron!"
"We always cuddle." He frowned, evading eye contact and instead glancing disdainfully at the disheveled bed you'd just gotten out of.
"We always have air conditioning too," You reminded him, keeping him stationary by gripping his tie and holding him in place.
"It just didn't feel right."
"I'm sorry," You hummed, your head slumping forwards to rest on his chest, "The repairman is supposed to be coming today. Hopefully it's fixed by tonight."
"And if it's not?"
"Then I'm sleeping in the freezer."
He let out an exasperated groan, slipping out of your grip and grabbing his briefcase. You watched him slip his shoes on, the leather shining softly under the low lights of the bedroom, and you stood between him and the door.
"I need to get to work." He stood in front of you, his expression stoic.
"You need to stop being so grumpy."
You watched something shift in his eyes, but he stayed still. You took the lead once more, and pressed on.
"Wouldn't you rather me live through this heat wave? If you cuddle me, I'll suffocate and roast alive."
The muscles in his jaw shifted, and you knew you were getting through to him.
"I'll make sure the AC guy fixes it today." You promised, "And tonight, we can snuggle."
"Don't call it that," He sighed, his shoulders finally relaxing, "That sounds stupid."
Your mouth fell open indignantly, "Then I won't do it with you!"
You turned with a huff, intent on storming out to the kitchen to make yourself coffee for the morning. But you weren't able to take a single step before you felt Aaron's hand close around your wrist, yanking you back into his broad chest.
"No!" He urged, panic slipping into his usually-controlled voice, "No, it's not stupid."
"You're on thin ice," You warned, though you leaned back into his chest, "You're lucky I'm miserable, or I'd make you wait to fix the air conditioner."
reader who literally falls asleep in the most random places instead of…at home. one time on a jet you fall asleep on hotchs shoulder, slowly sliding down his arm and cuddling into him, to everyone amusement
🫠
You’ll doze off, not even remembering how it happened, and without even intending to. Your head would drop to his shoulder, and he would be surprised, his head whipping down to look at you the moment he feels the weight on his shoulder, your hair tickling his neck. But he would smile, and quickly hide it, because he has had a crush on you since foreverrrrrr.
He would wipe away the smile super fast, but not before Rossi catches it and gives him a knowing grin like >: ) hehe.
He would continue with his reading, letting your head loll on his shoulder, and suddenly he will feel your head slipping down his bicep and he would panic slightly, bending his arm into an L shape to catch your head. He would see you frown and shift, and slowly lower his arm so your head is settled onto his thigh, and thank god turned away from his crotch or he would die.
He glances at you, curled up on the side sofa of the jet, and he can’t help but pull his jacket off the arm rest and throwing it over your shoulders.
Emily walks past to find him staring down at papers, you cuddled up into his lap, his jacket over you and she is all like “hehe” and she immediately sneaks over to alert JJ, Derek, and Spence who all are also like “hehe” because they all know you have this maaaaasive thing for Aaron, and that you are going to die once you wake up and find yourself in his lap, but also because you both look so comfortable and natural :’) 
Spence out of all people takes a photo, with Em’s phone, and sends it to Penny who replies all “WHAT IS HAPPENING” / “THEY ARE SO CUTE” / “HE IS LOOKING WITH HEART EYES 😍” because the photo catches the moment Aaron is looking down at you, small smile on his face 🥹
When you wake up, you are of course, SUPERRRR flustered once you find out you.are.sleeping.in.Aaron’s.lap. and you shoot up mumbling that you are “so sorry”, and the team is watching you secretly going >:)))))))) and he is like “no its ok”, and then you are like “no it isn’t” and hashhfksjslabdla because you realise you have his jacket over you and try to return it to him, but he just says “you look cold, you can use it till we land”.
You are all flustered but you gulp and just thank him, and settle back into the sofa, wrapping his jacket around you (and it smells like him and makes you sooo happy) and sneaking glances at him.
drunk!aaron who has shots deliberately sent to him, glass after glass, by Derek and Rossi in attempt to loosen him up- who then shamelessly hits on you…even tho ur already together
You encourage him to drink, insist in fact, because he rarely gets the chance to loosen up. You convince him by telling him you’ll be his care taker and designated driver for night (and you sip on a combination of sodas and sparkling water for the night), and also by telling him that he should spend as much of Derek and Rossi’s money as possible (mostly Rossi - because he buys the good stuff).
He isn’t a lightweight, but he has had a lot, and it makes him super smiley. You leave him in the good hands of the team, and dash off to the bathroom, because you have had a lot of soda tonight.
When you come back and slide back into your seat, he immediately gets serious for a moment - but you have no idea why. You want to ask, but Em distracts you for a moment. When you turn back to find out, you find him close to you, one arm on the back of your chair, the other propping his chin up.
“You are very pretty” he tells you very seriously and it makes you 💓🤨, and he then proceeds to ask “can I take you out on a date”. You hear Pen and JJ, both tipsy, eavesdropping and giggling their assess off at this point.
You tell him that you are taken, and watch as his face falls for a moment, and he backs off immediately, because drunk or not, he is the good guy. You let him withdraw for a moment before grabbing his face and planting a kiss on his lips, not caring who has seen because they are all buzzed out of their minds anyway, and giggling. He is shocked, but good shocked, and you tell him “taken by you, you silly man”.
He gets all :D :D :D and giddy with happiness, but then grabs your hand putting it to his face with a >:(( and asks you very seriously “if you are mine, why haven’t i put a ring on you yet”. Obviously you just MELT 🫠
What you don’t know (and he doesn’t remember in that moment because he is a silly man) is he has a ring, that he keeps hidden away in his go bag, has had it forever, and he is just waiting for that perfect time to propose to you.
could you do hotch bringing you as a +1 to a team gathering!! non bau reader meeting the team as his s/o for the first time 🫣🫣 tysm <3
You smooth a hand down the front of your sundress as Aaron shuts the door of the car behind you. He catches your hand in his as you drop it, bringing your knuckles up to his lips, brushing a kiss past them.
“They’ll love you.” He tells you, reading the nervousness on your face.
“I hope so.” You muster up a weak smile.
“I’ll fire them if they don’t.” He jokes, engulfing your hand in his as he begins to lead you towards Dave’s front door. It makes you laugh, and he squeezes your hand in assurance.
“You’ve made it,” Dave greets you both as the door swings open, “and this must be the one and only (Y/N).” He opens his arms for a welcome hug and you lean forward to reciprocate the friendly greeting. “Come, everyone is excited to meet you.”
He ushers you in, leaving Aaron behind. You turn your head to catch Aaron’s eye, and he winks at you with a small nod and soft smile as he makes to close Dave’s door behind him.
“You are gorgeous.” Is the first exclamation that greets you as you step into the dining room. It comes from a woman with a personality larger than life, a pink streak running through her blonde locks.
“How did Hotch ever score you?” The other blonde whistles out, friendly grin on her face.
“Blink if you are held against your will.” A brunette with dark hair stage whispers to you as the man beside her sporting a goatee chuckles before adding “we’ll get you out of here.”
Your eyes move from him to the thinner man with mussed wavy hair sitting in the corner of the sofa who opts not to speak but offers you a waggle of his fingers.
“Get me out of here.” You stage whisper back as Aaron steps into the living room. The first woman darts out, shoving you behind her back with a gentle nudge as she stretches her arms out.
“FBI. We are taking this lady away.”
“Sources tell us she is being held against her will.” The brunette steps in front of you as well, her arms on her hips.
“Stand back Sir.”
You can’t help but giggle at the sight as you watch Aaron’s brow raise, but the hint of a smile playing at the corner of his eyes.
“You lot are fired.” He jokes, side stepping the two, arm reaching out and tugging you gently into his side where you fit under his arm like a puzzle piece. Good natured laughter rings around the room, coupled with a squeal from the first blonde as he presses a kiss into the top of your head, squeezing tour arm.
“That’s Penelope.” He tells you, as he raises his hand to rub the back of his neck, slightly abashed at the squeal.
“Stop hogging her Sir Hotchner.” Penelope reaches forward to tug you forward, as she takes it upon herself to begin introductions.
If we are talking about drunk!hotch, I can definitely see this happening. Let’s say you get him home and help him walk up the stairs to your shared bedroom. You’re trying to get him undressed to get him in his pjs and he’s so lit that when you go to undo his belt, he slaps your hands out of the way (or tries to) like “no :(( I have the prettiest girlfriend in the world. Don’t undress me. I’m not sleeping with you.” 🤣 and you’re like “Aaron… honey.. I am your girlfriend. I’m just getting you ready for bed, okay?” 🤣
Drunk Hotch is just so cute to me!
THIS COULD BE A FIC. It would be sooooo cute. drunk!hotch is adoraaaable.
He is like “you are very pretty miss, but my girlfriend, she is the best, i love her” and you are just between fits of laughter and 🥹☺️ because what is even happening but he is also the sweetest.
When you tell him you are his girlfriend and just getting ready for bed, he is all like “oh” and his eyes widen, and he goes “honeyyyyyy”, when the realisation sinks it that yes, you are his girlfriend.
He giggles (but in a manly way of course), and whispers to you loudly, asking if you want to know a secret. He is so excited, so you say yes, thinking it’s going to be some nonsense again because he is soooo drunk.
He stumbles away, and comes back with a velvet box, and you just :oooooo because it. is. a. ring. box o m g. He opens it and there is the most beautiful engagement ring ever??? And he tells you, because he seems to have forgotten again that you are his girlfriend, that he has had this for months now, and that he wants to ask his girlfriend to be his wife, because he loves her so so so so much. You get all weepy, and teary, even though he is so drunk and has just ruined his own surprise. But you manage to take the ring box and put it on his bedside table and convince him to get undressed and ready for bed.
He looks up at you as you are pulling the covers over him, and in a moment of clarity, you see him in there, looking very sober. “Marry me” he asks? And you laugh softly, and cradle the side of his face. “Of course”. He smiles happily, drunk Aaron slipping in again and he falls asleep.
When you wake up the next morning he is gone - you assume for his run, because that is just Aaron, no matter what has happened the night before, he’ll go for his run. You glance towards his beside table, but notice the ring box is gone. You reach up, to rub your eyes, making sure you are seeing right, when something pokes you in the face, it is the ring, omg, on your finger, omg. You just stare at it dumbly for really long, when his voice breaks you out of your trance.
“You agreed last night” is what he says, and you turn your head to where he is standing, in the doorway of your bedroom, leaning against the door jam <333333 biggest smile on his face.
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