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We love Harvey Specter in this household 🥰

hiii love your writing! recently obsessed w harvey specter fics! would you do a really sweet soft side harvey one? or maybe harvey gets jealous and they fight but it ends fluffy?

Valentine

[Harvey Specter x GN!Reader]

Synopsis: With Harvey by your side, even with all his quirks, you can’t help but love him.

WC: 765

Category: Mega Fluff

Since I already wrote an argument type of fic, I decided on making it just pure fluff and admiration. Did Laufey and my friend help me with inspiration? Yes, yes they did. Also, happy *extremely late* Valentine’s Day!

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He likes Jazz, but not the kind that everyone knows. He likes the soft stuff, the smooth stuff, the kind that slips into your brain and massages your neurons and makes you think about life. The soothing melodies and the sweet crooning of old-school vocalists are like a drug to him, something that he can't ever really get enough of. The music is so powerful to him that it's even been known to lull him to sleep a time or two.

It’s things like this, the little things you’ve learned over the years about Harvey, like his love for pot roast and how he only watches the Knicks when they’re guaranteed a win. He absolutely hates being handed things, always takes his steak medium rare, and has a special love for black licorice, which you will never understand. It all helps give him his personality his quirks, and you love him for all of them, even if you don't agree with all of his food choices.

Harvey isn’t vocal about his feelings, but that’s not a problem because you know him well enough to tell just how he feels. You know the difference between the smile that is just a smile and the one that reaches his eyes. You know the way that his face goes slack, and his gaze softens when he looks at you. When he’s chewing on a pen, a grin spreading slowly across his face, you know it's because of something you've said or done, and you can't help the swell of pride that accompanies it.

You also know when something is bothering him. There are little clues, but if you catch him rubbing his forehead, it means he's frustrated or stressed, and you can't help but be concerned for his health. When his brows are furrowed, a telltale sign of deep thought, you can't help but worry. It doesn't help that he has the tendency to internalize his worries, never wanting to burden others with his problems, a habit you're trying to get him out of.

The way his fingers dance over his desk, twirling the pen he's holding, means that he's nervous, and you can't help the urge to pull his hands into yours, hold them still, and tell him that everything will be alright.

There are certain things about Harvey that you will never understand, like why he prefers to stay late and work through the night than to go home early or why he insists on getting his suits tailored even though they look amazing on him straight off the rack. But what you do understand is him, the person.

It took time, and it was hard, but you managed to peel back the layers of Harvey Specter, one by one until you had him figured out. There's not a day that goes by that you're not grateful for the fact that you get to spend the rest of your life with him, and the feeling only grows with every day that passes.

You can't imagine spending the rest of your life with anyone else. Waking up in that sleepy daze to see his face next to yours and falling asleep at night wrapped in his arms is the most comfortable and the safest that you've ever felt. Every morning that you open your eyes and see him there, you can't help the smile that stretches your lips and the warmth that fills your chest. You can't help but feel blessed.

It's hard sometimes. You won't lie. There are days when you feel like you're fighting an uphill battle, but in the end, it's all worth it.

You can tell by the look in his eyes when you're lying next to him on the couch that he thinks you're worth the world, and his lips on yours make it feel like the fight is easier than it is.

He doesn’t say it much, but you know. You can feel it in the way he holds you, see it in the way he looks at you, hear it in his voice when he says your name, and you can even smell it on his skin when you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

It's there, in his touch, and that's more than enough for you. Suddenly, you understand what the old jazz greats meant when they sang about love because as long as Harvey is with you, the two of you can weather any storm.

He was your forever valentine, and as long as you're together, you can face the future without fear, and that's all the music you'll ever need.

#swooning #harvey specter x reader #fluffy #whycanthebemyvalentine😭

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The Case Continues

A/N: Thank you for ALL the love and support on my latest fic!!!! ♥ After not writing for a year it felt weird to write again but y'all have been so sweet, so truly thank you to all of you. I just finished 2 of midterms and there was this guy behind me on one of my tests coughing like crazy so now I am sick. While I should take this opportunity to study for the LSATS now that I am stuck in bed, I just had to continue writing. As long as you all continue reading I am more than happy to continue writing. If you want to be added or taken out of the taglist please DM me :) 

P.S. : I used the stars to break down the sections for myself as I wrote and kept them in, if they are weird or unhelpful let me know so I can get rid of them and as always feedback is always welcomed

Taglist: @happy74827 @princessvader15 @hashcakes @malfoys-demigod @yiiiikesmish

Word Count: 5.5 k

Warnings: sexual harassment, cursing, pet name like sweetheart, mentions of food and eating (any more warnings that I missed please let me know)

There will be a part 3 after this one, still writing it but if you haven’t please check out the Part 1:  The Stress of a Case

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As you finished the last bite of your meal in Rachel’s office, a comfortable silence settled between you and Harvey.  Harvey leaned back in his chair, and a sense of relief seemed to wash over his face, "You did well today, Y/N. We'll get through the Jackson case. I promise. Whatever it takes.”

You offered a small, appreciative smile, acknowledging the sentiment. "Thanks, Harvey. It means a lot."

You stared at the clock and the realization that it was time to head home crept in. Harvey, ever the gentleman, offered you a ride, “Come on, I’ll take you home.” He stood up moving the desk back to how he found it and picked up the trash. 

However, your need for control and familiarity after the recent panic attack made you decline the ride, "Thanks for the offer, Harvey, but I think I'll take my own car tonight."

A small, almost imperceptible frown flashed across Harvey's face, quickly replaced by his usual composed expression. "Alright." was all he could stammer out. 

After parting ways, you walked towards the parking lot, keys in hand. As you drove home alone, a subtle sense of curiosity lingered. What if you had accepted Harvey's offer? What could have unfolded in the confined space of his car, free from the walls of the office? 

The thought nagged at you as you navigated the familiar streets, feeling your head cooling off. Rolling down the window to allow the fresh air to overflow your senses  There was a part of you that wished you knew the answer, a desire to unravel the mysteries that lay hidden beneath the surface of your professional relationship with the Harvey Specter.

The next few days went by pretty fast. All days felt the same . It was a routine of restless nights as your mind was clear yet foggy on your night with Harvey. Nervous yet excited on what the following days would bring. You woke up early every day to go to your favorite coffee spot. But every day you spent it at your desk going through Amir related emails and one day you spent the day researching organic cat food for Louis. You haven't even had the chance to really see or talk to Harvey, not that you were keeping track ( 3 times he has spoken to you). 

But about 10 days after the incident, here you were, standing in the elevator, expecting to be another calm day of going through Amir’s associates emails with Rachel.

But when the elevators dinged,  the beautiful face of  Donna Paulsen appeared as the door opened.  She stood there waiting for you and without saying a word she turned on her heel and gestured for you to follow her. And like a loyal puppy you followed Donna through the corridors, her signature click-clacking heels echoing in the hallways as you tried to keep you.

As you walked, Donna’s voice boomed,  efficiently providing a rundown of the latest developments in the Amir Jackson case. Apparently, Amir had signed a contract with his brother-in-law’s firm, and Harvey was currently breaking it down in his office to find any potential weaknesses or loopholes. You were confused but eager to understand your role in all this, so you did your best to keep up with Donna's brisk pace. The details of the case were important, but the question of why Donna was sharing them with you lingered in the back of your mind.

Donna approached Harvey's office, she shot you a sly smile and motioned for you to enter. The door creaked open, revealing Harvey Specter engrossed in his work. Donna whispered, "You wanted to be in the big leagues; well, here you go."

Harvey was seated at his desk, a stack of papers spread out before him. Mike Ross was leaning against the wall, and both turned their attention to you as you entered.

Donna, standing in the doorway, mouthed, "You got this."

It dawned on you—this wasn't just an update on the case. Donna had orchestrated this moment for a reason. You were being given a seat at the table, an opportunity to contribute to a high-stakes strategy session. The realization sent a surge of adrenaline through your veins. Harvey was keeping his word after all. 

 Harvey and Mike acknowledged your presence, you straightened your posture and mentally prepared to engage in the battle of wits that lay ahead.  You are ready to keep up and prove your worth beyond your typing skills. 

Mike walks up to you handing you a file, and you take a seat. Knowing the breakdown you take out your colorful pack of highlighter ready to color coordinate. Purple for potential loopholes, yellow for things to research, blue for important dates and green for  contacts. 

Harvey couldn't help but notice you being meticulously organized. With a smirk, he quipped, "Really, Y/N? Color-coordinated highlighters? Are we in kindergarten?"

You, shot back with a playful smile, "Well, Harvey, some of us appreciate a little order and aesthetic appeal. It's called professionalism."

Harvey raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the quick retort. "Professionalism, huh? I prefer the classic black and white approach. Simple and effective."

You without looking up from your file said, "Well, Harvey, sometimes a splash of color can make things more interesting. Maybe you should try it sometime.” Reaching down to your highlighter bag you pulled one out handing it to him, “Here, I think pink suits you”

He takes it from your hand, not backing down, “You know if your legal skills were as efficient as your highlighting skills we would be done with these files already”

You retorted, “Well, Harvey, if your people skills were as smooth as your hair, we'd have won the case yesterday."

Mike, who had been silently working, looked up with a bewildered expression, unsure of how the banter had suddenly transformed into a flirtatious exchange. He blinked, processing the unexpected turn of events.

Harvey  leaned against the table and raised an eyebrow. "Smooth hair, huh? You're just jealous, Y/N."

"Oh, please," you replied with a smirk, "I've seen smoother hair on a mannequin."

Mike, now thoroughly confused, looked between Harvey and you, trying to decipher when this banter became a new development. 

Before anything can go any further there is a knock at Harvey’s door, it was Rachel. After hearing from Mike about your little fainting incident, she was kind of overbearingly persistent on making sure you were eating and were okay no matter how much you told her you were fine.  Despite your reassurances that the incident of passing out was a one-time occurrence and that you were doing better, Rachel continued to express her care in thoughtful ways.

Today was no exception. Rachel asked to borrow you for a moment. Excusing yourself from your work, you followed Rachel outside the office. She had a warm smile on her face and a bagel in her hand, with your name on it.

"Hey, I know you said you're doing better, but I thought you might need a little pick-me-up," Rachel said, offering you the bagel.

You couldn't help but smile at Rachel's thoughtful gesture. "Thanks, Rachel. You really don't have to keep doing this, but I appreciate it."

Rachel chuckled, "I know I don't have to, but I want to. Consider it my way of making sure you stay fueled and ready to tackle anything."

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While you were outside having that conversation with Rachel, Mike couldn't help but seize the opportunity for a little teasing. Looking at Harvey with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he remarked, "What was that?"

Harvey, ever the master of composure, shot Mike a sharp look. "Shut up and focus, Mike," he retorted, trying to divert attention back to the files.

Mike, undeterred by Harvey's attempt to change the subject, leaned back with a playful grin. "Oh, you're definitely focused on something," he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Harvey rolled his eyes, realizing that he might have just opened himself up to a barrage of teasing from Mike. 

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You returned to the office with the bagel in hand, you tucked it away in your bag without giving it much thought. However, Harvey's raised eyebrow didn't go unnoticed. He questioned, "Aren't you going to eat that?"

Unbeknownst to you, the hesitation stemmed from a lingering unease about eating near files, especially in front of Harvey—thanks to the hot Cheeto incident. Harvey, catching on to your reluctance, decided to assertively intervene, "Eat."

You raised an eyebrow, teasing, "Bossy much, Harvey?"

Harvey quickly adds, “Well I am the boss”.

Mike, always quick to jump into the banter, chimed in, "Hey, wait a minute. Rachel didn't get me a bagel."

Harvey, in his usual deadpan manner, responded, "Deal with your relationship drama outside the office”

Mike mumbled to himself though directed at Harvey “you deal with your relationship drama outside the office” as he turned over to the next file. 

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Without hesitation you grabbed another file, opening it  up you saw on one of the clauses of the contract that it said,  “Keep an appropriate reputation”.

You spoke up, “Have we been able to contact his brother in law?”

“Louis is currently on that”, Harvey said nonchalantly.  

“Louis?!?!”, the shock in your voice was not hidden at all as your hand went to cover you mouth,

“See even she is shocked’’, Mike gestured towards you as he closed his file. 

“Mike you are  going to have a deposition with Amir in about an hour and I got to prep you. As much as I'd rather have you do it,” Harvey eyes quickly glance at you before returning to the file in his hand, “I don’t have time to walk you through it, plus Jessica said I have to throw Louis a bone”, Harvey mumbles the last bit. 

You nodded, understanding that you were too green to already start interviewing people without supervision. 

After an hour of underlining and highlighting things they may be able to use against him, Harvey dismissed you and Mike to prepare for meeting Amir. You gave Mike a questioning look as you exited the office.

The door closed and you could have sworn you heard music playing. 

“He has a whole routine when he has a stressful case”, Mike said as he handed Donna a piece of paper to fax. 

“Whoa, you are just going to share Harvey’s secrets like that”, Donna added. 

“She is part of the group now, she deserves, nay she needs to know”, Mike defensively argued

Donna playfully rolled her eyes and all you can do is laugh. 

“Imma go to the conference room and set everything up”, Mike then turned on his heels. 

“Why are you meeting with Amir?”, you couldn't help the question come out of your mouth.

“Jessica and Harvey believe he is trying to get in our heads”, Mike causally stated like this is somehow normal, “anyway see you afterwards”. 

You headed down to the bullpen with a couple of files in hand for you to review. The bullpen was empty, you saw a memo on your desk that Jessica was holding a mock trial for the associates. You believed she was doing this to boost morale. It's been 3 weeks since the Jackson case was first assigned and every day the stress of the case becomes more evident in not only the partners but everyone. 

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All that can be heard was the click-clack of your keyboard as you diligently worked on a memo at your cubicle in. A man walked it, he didn't go unnoticed as he leaned against the wall, a smirk playing on his face.

"Working hard or hardly working, sweetheart?" he said with a smug grin.

Startled by his words, you looked up to fully take in this strange man, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement. 

"What can I do for you?", you let out an annoyed breath. 

He wasn't unattractive, tall, seemed to be built, his dark hair slicked back and his tan figure was highlighted with a beautifully tailored suit. 

He ignored your attempt to deflect his trashy pickup line  as he leaned in, invading your  personal space. "You know, I am here to see Mike Ross, but I would rather be seeing you. What do you say we grab a drink sometime?"

You noticed a wedding ring on his hand and that added to your discomfort which was palpable, and  you glanced around, searching for a way out of the situation. Amir Jackson was standing right before you in all his dirty lawyer glory. Before you could respond, the familiar sound of a door swinging opening  caught your attention. Harvey Specter stormed into view, his expression colder than the usual glacial demeanor he reserved. 

"Amir, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Harvey's tone was razor-sharp, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation.

Amir straightened up, his confident facade faltering in the face of Harvey's iciness. "Just trying to get to know the beautiful talent that sits before me" he replied, attempting to play it off.

Harvey's jaw clenched, and he stepped forward, his presence dominating the small cubicle. "This is not the time or the place for your personal agenda. We're here to work, not to entertain your attempts at charm.", emphasis on the word attempt. 

Amir chuckled nervously, realizing he had crossed a line. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble, Harvey. Just thought we could all use a break."

Harvey's stare could freeze time itself. "Save your charm for the courtroom, Amir. Now get lost before I decide to make this a legal matter."

Amir hastily retreated, leaving the cubicle, heading upstairs to interview Mike. 

As soon as he was out of earshot, Harvey's gaze softened ever so slightly as he turned to you. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, grateful for Harvey's intervention. "Thanks, Harvey. I didn't know how to get rid of him.” You left a pause before continuing, “Though he was cute”, it was your attempt to lightened the mood

But it seemed that you failed as you could have sworn that Harvey’s eyes darkened. 

“Don't tell me he is your type?” Harvey glares, trying to play it off as a playful intrigue. Though behind those words were sharp undertones of jealousy. 

Was your type arrogant lawyers? Oh god, you thought to yourself. 

“I mean if we are being honest”, you were already regretting the words coming of of your mouth, “I wouldn’t mind drinks with him, if you know he wasn't-”

“A dirty slimeball”, Harvey interrupted.

“I was going to say married but hey your  words not mine”, You shrugged as you smiled, tilting your head up to look at him. 

Like a switch any sign of a normal human being verison of Harvey goes back to a cold exterior Harvey ", Get back to work. We have a case to win."

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the silence. Louis Litt barged into the bullpen, a triumphant expression on his face. "I got it, I got it!" he declared, his voice echoing through the walls.

Harvey shot him a stern look. "What do you mean, Louis?"

Louis beamed, brimming with excitement. "I met with Amir’s brother in law and we have a plan"

"Louis, I don't like that look on your face. Well, actually, I don't like your face, period," Harvey retorted, his patience wearing thin but shot you a mischievous  look as you let out a small laugh. 

Just as Louis was about to unveil his plan, you received a text from Rachel, asking for assistance upstairs. Seizing the opportunity to excuse yourself , you made a quick exit, leaving Harvey to deal with Louis's eager revelation.

As you walked away, you overheard Louis saying, "Can I just tell you my plan?"

You missed Harvey's response that carried a tone of indifference, "Louis, I am a lawyer, not your babysitter. You don't need to run your ideas by me. Just do whatever it takes to win."

"Whatever it takes," Louis echoed, his enthusiasm undeterred as he practically skipped out of the room, eager to set his plan in motion. 

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The next day, as you were on your way to the copy room, Louis Litt beckoned you into his office. The air in the room felt different, an unusual tension hanging in the air. Louis, with a somewhat secretive smile, asked for your help with a deposition. He believed you were the perfect candidate to handle the client interview. He said he will be there to supervise it all. 

Despite the lingering suspicion about Louis's true intentions, you were eager to prove your skills and showcase your capabilities. With determination in your eyes, you took the file full of questions that Louis prepped for you into the conference room, ready to face the challenge. As you were coming round the conference room, Louis excused himself to the bathroom saying he was going to be right back and to start without him.

As you entered the room and set up the camera, you were met with the unexpected sight of Amir Jackson—the person you would be interviewing. Suppressing the internal alarm bells, you maintained a professional demeanor and focused on the task at hand.

"Good morning, Mr. Jackson. My name is Y/N, and I'll be conducting the deposition today. Please make yourself comfortable," you greeted, doing your best to project confidence.

Amir acknowledged you with a nod, “Oh trust me. I remember you.  I can't forget a face like that sweetheart”.

 You couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this deposition than met the eye. As you pressed record on the camera, a pit forming in your stomach as you felt that you were part of a bigger scheme that Louis had formed. But you continued on. 

The questions came to an end and Louis was nowhere in sight. You think you did a good job but you really hoped you would have some help guiding you. You were reaching over to turn off the camera when Amir made his way around the table, invading your personal space as he placed his hand on your thigh.  You felt disgusting, but you gritted your teeth and tried to remove his hand. His grip just got tighter. 

“Mister Jackson, you are married and I am not interested so please let go”, you remained calm. 

"This isn't the first time I've given in to another woman's temptation," Amir whispered, his hand slowly making its way up higher. . The situation escalated, and you attempted to stand up, desperate to distance yourself from his unwarranted advances.

Just as the discomfort reached its peak, Louis Litt stepped into the room, 

 "We got you now, Amir," Louis declared, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Louis revealed  that the entire encounter had been captured on camera, since the little red button was still going and Louis left his dictaphone as well. There was enough proof of the man Amir really was

The revelation startled Amir, who looked like he was ready to erupt in anger at being caught.

But a last Amir stammered trying to get his words together. 

“I think you should make some calls”, Louis said, his smile not faltering. 

Amir, now furious, stormed off, leaving you alone in the aftermath of the orchestrated confrontation. 

Anger boiled within you. You were mad at Amir, you wished you had the strength to have slapped him or yelled at him but you froze, your mind was whirling running 100 mph before you can truly comprehend what was going on. Now that it was over you were a teapot full of steam. Ready to blow. The more you thought about it, the more your frustration became directed at  Louis. 

His dramatic reveal. His smirk. This was the plan all along and you were just his puppet. He knew this was going to happen, he wanted this to happen. 

"Why the hell did you put me in that situation?" you snapped, the intensity of your emotions evident.

Louis, unfazed, responded, "It was Harvey's idea. We had to win the case, and trust me this”, he gestured to you and the empty door, “ sealed the deal”

Your anger shifted, now directed at Harvey Specter, the architect of this manipulative plan. The lines between professional strategy and personal boundaries blurred, they have been blurring. But this, this felt like the lines were being drawn all over again, You took a deep breathe as you were left grappling with the aftermath of an uncomfortable encounter.

You stormed  out of the conference room.You were shaken and in desperate need of someone to confide in. As you walked down the hallway your bubbling emotions made every step a struggle. In your mind, the need to talk this out with Rachel outweighed any confrontation you might have had with Harvey.

Focused on reaching Rachel's office, you were determined to leave the unsettling incident behind. However, Mike Ross, perceptive as ever, intercepted your path, concern shown across his face.

"Hey, are you okay? What happened back there?" Mike inquired, his voice laced with genuine worry.

The overwhelming emotions made it difficult for you to articulate your feelings. When Mike reached out to grab your hand, hoping to offer some comfort, a reflexive flinch escaped you. The subtle gesture spoke volumes about the impact of the encounter.

"Don't ask like you don't know," you managed to utter, your tone heavy with frustration and disappointment.

Mike was left dumbfounded, his attempts to provide support met with an unexpected defensive response. As you stopped in your tracks, you turned to face him, meeting the bewilderment in his eyes.

"I was Louis’s bait but if this was Harvey's idea, lord knows you were right there beside him. Batman and freaking Robin," you added, the accusation hanging in the air.

Mike's expression shifted to curiosity as he raced down the hall to Harvey’s office, needing an explanation. What the hell did you do now Harvey, Mike thought to himself. 

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You sought refuge in Rachel's office. Rachel offered a comforting presence. You recounted the events, finding solace in Rachel's understanding.

"I can't believe he used you like that. I'm so angry on your behalf," Rachel said, her support unwavering.

As Rachel provided a comforting presence for you, on the other side of the office, Mike Ross stormed into Harvey's office, his frustration evident. Ready to give Harvey a piece of his mind for giving Louis the idea to use you as bait, Mike's accusatory words were poised on the tip of his tongue.

But Harvey, surprised by the accusation, defended himself. "What are you talking about, Mike? I didn't allow Louis to do anything."

Before Mike could continue, Harvey's tone softened. "How is she, Mike? Is she okay?"

Mike hesitated, admitting, "She's shaken up, Harvey."

Without sparing another second, Harvey stood up, determination etched on his face. "I need to find her."

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The atmosphere in Rachel's office was heavy as you sat there, still visibly shaken from the encounter with Amir Jackson. You found comfort in spinning your bracelet around your wrist.

Rachel, ever the empathetic friend, suggested a visit to the bakery you both loved, a subtle attempt to bring a touch of sweetness to the somber moment. As she left to fetch the cookies, you stayed seated at her desk chair, staring out of the window. 

Harvey stepped in to check on you. The air seemed to crackle with unspoken tension as you looked up, frustration written  across your face. You turned back to the window refusing to look at him. 

You couldn't hold back the surge of emotions that spilled out. "Fuck you"

You were always so poised, always so put together, Harvey couldnt and wouldnt lie that hearing your curse did something to him. But he scratched that out of his mind, returning to the matter at hand. 

Still taken aback by the force of your words,  he raised his hands defensively. "I had nothing to do with what Louis did. I wouldn't put you in that position."

But you weren't convinced. "Your motto is 'do whatever it takes to win,' right? I was just a pawn in your grand scheme of things. Last week, after the panic attack, I thought we were okay. I thought we were on good terms, but now I don't know what to believe."

Harvey's expression hardened as he tried to find the right words to reassure you. "You weren't a pawn, Y/N. I didn't know about Louis's plan, and I would never intentionally put you in a situation like that."

You scoffed, frustration and hurt evident in your voice. "Your actions speak louder than words, Harvey. I'm tired of being caught in the crossfire of your 'win at all costs' mentality.” 

Harvey, his usual composed demeanor faltering, tried to find the right words to reassure you. The weight of your accusations, was challenging the fragile trust that had started to rebuild between both of you. 

You continued to stare out of the window, refusing to meet Harvey's gaze. He could feel the tension escalating, and he knew he had to address the storm of emotions swirling within you.

"Look at me," Harvey said firmly, his voice cutting through the charged atmosphere.

You clenched your jaw, still refusing to comply. Unfazed, Harvey moved closer and he bent down  a little so he would be eye level with you and with a gentle touch, guided your head to face him. His touch ignited the fuel of your emotions, whether it be rage or something else entirely. There was a fire burning within you. 

"I don't like to repeat myself," Harvey stated, his eyes locking onto yours.

You met his gaze, still angry, a tempest of emotions brewing within you. He could see the fire in your eyes and sensed the need for an outlet. "Yell at me," he urged, guiding you to stand up.

You were now facing Harvey, an arm's length between both of you. You took this oppurtunity, you took a deep breath as you let it all out. 

"You are insufferably arrogant and stubborn. You're like a shark in a corporate sea, ruthless and cold-hearted. You wield your charisma like a weapon, and everyone else is just a pawn in your game. You  bend the rules until they are ALMOST at a breaking point", you go off on a mini rant. 

Harvey, with a measured tone, responded, "I don't disagree. The fact that I haven't interrupted you should tell you I take pride in who I am. But one thing you didn’t say and one thing I would never do is hurt the people I care about. Maybe I would occasionally push Mike in front of a slow-moving car, but that's as far as I'd go." 

You stifle a small laugh, trying not to give Harvey any satisfaction. But you nodded at him showing that you believed him.

His hand rested on your shoulder as his eyes looked at you with concern. "How are you?" he emphasized.

You shrugged, voicing your discomfort. "I feel kinda disgusting right now."

Harvey's jaw tightened as anger flared in his eyes. "I'm gonna kill Louis," he declared, ready to retaliate.

As he turned to leave you grabbed his arm. "Don't hurt him," you pleaded, your voice holding a mix of anger and compassion. Despite the hurt you felt, you couldn't bear the thought of Louis facing physical harm.

Harvey paused, looking down at your hand on his arm. "I can't promise that I won't give him a piece of my mind, but I won't hurt him physically."

You nodded, acknowledging the compromise.

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The celebratory feeling filled the air in Jessica's office as Harvey stormed in, anger etched across his face. Louis and Jessica stood there, clinking glasses in celebration of what they believed was a triumph in the Amir Jackson case.

"Join us, Harvey! Louis found a way for us to win this case. It's finally over" Jessica exclaimed, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing within Harvey.

Harvey's eyes narrowed as he observed Louis making himself small under the intensity of his gaze. Unable to contain his fury any longer, Harvey erupted, "Louis, you pretentious fucker! How dare you do that to her?"

Jessica, puzzled, looked between Harvey and Louis. "Harvey, what happened? Why are you so angry?"

Ignoring Jessica's inquiry, Harvey continued his tirade, directing his fury solely at Louis. "You used Y/N. You put her in a bad situation with Amir. That's a new low, even for you."

Jessica's confusion shifted to anger as she slammed her glass down. "What?"

Louis, feeling the heat of Harvey's wrath, defended himself, "You said to do whatever it takes to win."

" One, you know how I feel about cheating. And two, you know what yeah this is my fault. For half a second there, I thought you would be a lawyer, not try to pimp out my associate," Harvey placing particular emphasis on the word "my."

“Here's the deal," Louis began to explain his plan. "Amir's brother-in-law allowed him to join his firm under one condition: he behaves and doesn't cheat on his sister. Now, Amir signed his contract promising to behave because Amir’s brother in law has a list of evidence that could easily get him disbarred, but his brother-in-law promised not to expose him as long as he kept his promise."

Louis sighed as he continued, "Y/n was the bait, Harvey. She is one of the more attractive associates that Amir couldn't resist. So I  let the pawns fall where they should fall and we got it all on camera. Amir's brother in law is going to the association to get him disbarred as we speak. "

Jessica chimed in, "Louis, why couldn’t you let it so Y/N in on the plan.”

Louis nodded, ‘’ I didn't think it would be a big deal”

The room collectively groaned. 

"The only reason you don't have a broken nose right now is because she asked me not to hurt you...physically," Harvey declared, his rage simmering beneath the surface.

Jessica, ever the professional, butted in, “Harvey the case with Amir is over now, let me handle Louis” giving Louis a dirty glare before opening the door to her office moving Harvey out the door, “Tell everyone to go home for the night”. 

Harvey followed suit, leaving Louis to face the wrath of Jessica. As he closed the door he could hear Jesscia yell, “What were you thinking”

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Harvey's footsteps echoed through the hallway as he made his way to Rachel's office, seeking you out. Upon entering, he found you surrounded by Mike and Rachel, laughing at something as Mike shoved his face with cookies. The look on your face seemed lighter, you appeared more at ease.

Harvey addressed everyone in the room, "Alright, pack it up. Time to go home."

As he spoke, ​​his eyes lingered on you, and he added pointedly, "Especially you. Y/N.  No arguments this time, I am taking you home."

Your colleagues exchanged knowing glances, and Rachel and Mike gathered their things to leave. Harvey's directive made it clear that there was no room for negotiation this time; he was taking you home.

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The plush interior of Harvey's car surrounded you, and you couldn't help but feel a bit out of place in the luxurious vehicle. Harvey, however, seemed at ease as he turned to you and casually asked, "Put your location in the GPS."

You entered your apartment complex as the destination. The ride continued in relative quiet,

You were now three blocks away from your apartment complex, when Harvey abruptly took a sharp left. Confused, you turned to him with a puzzled expression, questioning his unexpected turn.

"Harvey, where the hell are you going?" you asked.

He glanced at you, a twinkle  in his eyes, and replied, "We both deserve to have some fun tonight."

You saw him pulling up to a bar, one that seemed too classy for you. You were too undressed for this. The doubt clouded your mind. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you couldn't help but ask, "A bar, Harvey, really?"

He looked over at you, the corner of his lips quirked up. "What do you say?" He was parked but hadn't turned off the engine, giving you an out.

You looked over at him and he had that stupid, handsome smug smirk on his.

Not wanting the "what ifs" to take over, you met his gaze and said, "I'm in."

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I just read your new Harvey fic omg I love it so much!!! Would you do a part two I know u want to create a lil universe I’d love to see how there relationship grows like maybe Harvey takes reader out for drinks and says it’s to celebrate wining the case but really he wants to take her on a date idk but I’d just love more of them

Thank you so much for the love and thank you to everyone who has read, commented, and reblogged my latest fic. It truly means a lot to me.

I do have this whole little universe planned, Harvey and Reader's first date, first time ;), maybe a jealous fic, maybe even going backward and writing the first time they met. I don't want to get too ahead of myself cause I know school comes first sadly.

But as long as people stay interested, I am happy to write. That said, I did write part 2 of The Stress of a Case (and I am working on part three ). Part 2 will be published hopefully tomorrow as I am currently just fixing up some grammar errors and sprucing it up. And as I finish up my midterms, hopefully, part 3 will be done in the next week or so or sooner <3. Anyone who wants to be added to the tag list please let me know :)

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The Stress of a Case

Harvey Specter x Female Reader

Please Read: Hello! It's been a hot minute since I have published anything. Have been currently studying for my LSATS and have been a busy bee but after being obsessed with Suits for the past 2 years and waiting for more Harvey stories to be published I decided to create my own little storyline. What started off as a storyline in my head is now on paper. I have this idea to create a mini-story/universe: how the reader got hired, when she first met Mike, her first case with Harvey, her first date with Harvey, etc. I guess I just want to see if people are interested. It's been a while since I had written anything that wasn't an academic paper and my writing skills have changed drastically. This is one of the first the fics of the universe I am building in my head that I have written so I decided to publish this. I hope yall enjoy it, please give feedback.

Warnings: Talks about not eating (due to stress), food mention, panic attack details, fainting, Harvey being an ass, cursing I think? if I am missing anything please let me know

Word count: 5.6k

Taglist: @happy74827 @princessvader15 @hashcakes @yiiiikesmish @malfoys-demigod

I tagged those who commented under my last post I hope that's okay and if you aren't interested in being tagged let me know and I will remove you sorry.

As you entered the corridors of Pearson Hardman, they were alive with the usual buzz of legal minds at work, but this time, a distinct tension hung in the air. You didn't even get a few steps into the associates area before hearing the straining  voice of Louis Litt yelling that there was an emergency meeting. 

You scrambled behind, stuffing your mouth with the banana nut muffin you thought you would eat peacefully at your desk this morning. You knew what this meeting was about, everyone knew. The case against Amir Jackson, the firm's ex-lawyer turned adversary, had everyone on edge. 

The briefing room was filled with hushed whispers as everyone settled in, and even the confident strides of Harvey Specter and Louis Litt carried a subtle weight.

Harvey, impeccably dressed as always, stood at the head of the conference table, his piercing gaze flickering between Jessica Pearson and the gathered associates, and maybe it was your imagination but it might have lingered a little longer on you. Snapped out of your imagination when he spoke, "Listen up, people. This case is different. Amir Jackson knows us inside out, and he won't hesitate to use that knowledge against us. He's playing dirty, and we need to be ready for anything."

You never got to meet Amir Jackson, but oh the stories. The firm had no problem doing what they needed to do to be successful, but there was a line they never dared cross and Amir crossed it. 

Jessica leaned forward, her hands planted firmly on the table. "Amir's betrayal when he left this firm was bad enough. Now, he's trying to take a piece of us with him. We can't let that happen."

Louis chimed in. "I've seen my fair share of dirty plays, but this guy is in a league of his own. We need to be one step ahead, or he'll bury us."

The gravity of the situation was sinking  in, associates exchanged knowing glances. They understood the magnitude of the challenge ahead. Amir Jackson wasn't just a legal opponent; he was a former comrade who knew their strengths and weaknesses intimately. The fact that there was a meeting needing to be held just told how much this case was about to get tricky. Usually the inner circle dealt with these cases: Harvey, Louis, Jessica, Mike and maybe sometimes Rachel. 

Your role as the go-to person for legal paperwork kept you in the thick of it. While Harvey Specter had his famed right-hand man in Mike Ross, he knew he could rely on you for drafting contracts with a precision that went beyond mere proficiency.

You might not have been Harvey's drinking buddy or his confidant like Mike, but there was a unique dynamic between you both. It was a quiet understanding that transcended the formalities of the workplace. You  knew you would never be his protege, and that was perfectly fine with you. What you brought to the table was a specialized skill set that complemented Harvey's legal prowess, if you do say so yourself. 

His voice thundered through the briefing room as he adjusted his cuffs, “I am building a specific legal team to help bring down Amir Jackson”. 

Of coure Harvey was going to pick Mike Ross, Mike was worth more than 8 associates. How much more help does he need? Who else could he need? Harvey's eyes scanned the room filled with associates. His gaze settled on you, and he flashed a sly grin. "You, Y/N. You're on my team for this one.” 

Harvey and you had worked together various times. He always knew he could count on you for legal paperwork. As much as he depended on Mike Ross, there was one thing you were that Mike wasn’t and that was that you had a talent when it came to drafting contracts. But I believe that there was some respect, one might even say in a blossoming friendship between you and him. You got a spark of it when he teasingly picked you out of the bunch of associates to be part of his team for his takedown of Amir Jackson. 

“You know, Y/N, if paperwork were an Olympic sport, you'd be a gold medalist," Harvey remarked with a wry grin, “And I expect you to bring the gold home for Pearson Hardman”

“I won’t let you down Sir”, you gave a weak smile as all eyes were on you.

 You hated the attention, yet you couldn’t help the small heat you felt on our cheeks as Harvey stared at you. Drawn to playing with the bracelet you wore as you slightly cringed at yourself for the words that came out of your mouth. Sir? Really. Stupid, you thought. 

Harvey moved past it and called out the name of 2 more associates and asked if anyone else wanted in on the case had to draw up a proposal. He only wanted the best of the best and trust him, he would get the best of the best. 

You made your way to Harvey’s office as the meeting was dismissed. And you reminisce on the first time Harvey complimented on your legal work. 

“ Are you a sorcerer”, Harvey asked as he made his way to your cubicle. It was late one night and you were stuck on an email. You had this need to overachieve and be perfect and it showed in everything you did. But if you were being honest it was exhausting. 

You glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "Well, Harvey, someone has to make sure the i's are dotted and the t's are crossed. Can't let you walk into a negotiation with a misplaced comma, now can we?"

You don’t know what has gotten into you. Maybe it's the lack of sleep or the fact that you had 4 coffees. But the confidence was there and to your surprise, Harvey chuckled. 

You swear you saw a twinkle in his eye as he responded, "You're practically the Mozart of legal documents. I half expect those contracts to start singing a symphony when I open them."

You smirked, setting aside the email you were currently writing, swiveling your chair to face him,  "If you want a soundtrack to your legal victories, Harvey, I'm sure I can find a way to make that happen."

He tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "Now that's the kind of innovation I like to see. Who needs background music at a negotiation? Just cue in Y/N legal masterpiece."

You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the idea. "I'll be sure to add it to the list of services I provide, Harvey. Background music, legal counsel, and a dash of flair."

Harvey straightened up, his signature confidence in full force. "Flair is your middle name, isn't it? The 'Legal Maestro with a Touch of Flair.' Has a nice ring to it."

You rolled your eyes, feigning exasperation. "I'll have to update my business cards. But let's be honest, Harvey, you appreciate the flair. It's what sets my paperwork apart from the rest."

Harvey smirked, leaning in. "You're not wrong. But don't let it get to your head. I can't have you drafting contracts with a crown on, declaring yourself the Queen of Legal Documents." He turned to leave right after and you could have sworn you were asleep and that any moment now you would wake up from this dream.

You yelled out, “Don't worry, Harvey. I'll keep the royal proclamations to a minimum. Wouldn't want to overshadow your crown as the King of Closing Deals." And you could have sworn he let out a hearty laugh from down the hall. 

“Y/N, nice of you to join us”, Harvey said. Jessica and Mike were already in the room as the other associates were already screaming. They had been given their assignments and were off to work. 

“What can I do”, you spoke above a whisper, feeling small as the eyes were all on you. Jessica knew your history, she knew you struggled to be the shark of a lawyer you could be. But she hired you anyway, your interview with her wasn't the best. But she saw something in you, something that reminded her of herself when she was starting off. She was gonna build and mold you to a shark. But for now she let you be. A shark wasn’t born overnight. 

“ I need one of your flawless contracts for Amir. I need no loopholes. Nothing he can use against us”, Harvey spoke in a harsher tone then he meant. 

All you could do was nod your head and swiftly leave the room to do the research needed.  Leaving Mike, Harvey and Jessica to chatter. As you walked down the corridor you saw Louis making his way to Harvey’s office with Rachel in tow. All hands on deck indeed, you thought to yourself. 

The first night working on that draft through the dim glow of the late-night office lights illuminated your determined face. The rhythmic tapping of the keyboard was accompanied by the occasional crunch of Hot Cheetos. 

Proud of  your work, you compiled the neatly typed pages and confidently walked over to Harvey Specter's desk. As  you  placed the document in the designated spot, you felt relief wash over you. It’s currently 2:00 am, no one is here but you but you really wanted to prove your worth. 

With only 5 hours asleep, the next day, you walked into the office, a little pep in your step. You made yourself some crappy coffee. And were about to head into the bullpen. 

Harvey, engrossed in his own work the minute he stepped into the office, took a moment to glance at the papers. His stern expression, usually unreadable, twisted into a scowl as he noticed a small Hot Cheeto stain near the corner of the document. And called you down to his office. Your pep was gone once you heard his tone of voice as he called your name. Turning on your heel you headed towards his office. Donna was expecting you and let you by. One foot through the door is as far as you got before Harvey had something to say. 

"Do you see this?" Harvey's voice was sharp pointing at the small stain.

Panicking slightly, you stammered, "I'm sorry, Harvey. I must have missed that." It was an easy fix, just print another copy, you thought to yourself making a mental note.

Harvey's gaze shifted from the stain to the content of the contract. He began circling errors with a red pen, his frustration apparent. "And these mistakes? This is what you place on my desk and yet it isn't up to my expectations”.

As he pointed out the errors, your pride in their work crumbled. The Hot Cheeto stain seemed to just make Harvey go on a power trip.. Each correction felt like a blow,"I expect better from you," Harvey remarked, his tone cold and unforgiving.

You nodded, unable to muster a response. Maybe the growing friendship you thought of was truly in your head.  As Harvey returned to his own work,  you retreated to their desk, determined to rectify the mistakes. 

You admit your first draft wasn't the best. And you shouldn't have eaten near the paperwork. You were currently starving as you finished up the last paragraph. It’s been 6 hours since Harvey scolded you but  this draft was perfect. And after you turned it in you were going to treat yourself  to a nice dinner. Probably the Mexican place down the road. You were zoned in for the past 6 hours. This was the only case you were working on and it needs all your attention. But your attention was quickly zoned into the associate that was stumbling through the door. 

Mike comes waltzing in, barely having any balance.  You and Mike haven't really talked much. But he didn't look well. 

“ Hey, Mike. You okay?" you asked, concerned in your voice. 

Mike attempted a nonchalant smile, but the wavering balance gave away his inebriated state. "Yeah, just...you know, a little tired."

Observing Mike closely, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story. "Are you sure about that?"

Mike hesitated before confessing, "Okay, fine. Maybe a bit more than tired. Harvey and I went to meet someone about the Amir Jackson case, and things got a bit...out of hand with the drinks"

Your  concern shifted to a mix of annoyance and frustration. While you had been tirelessly working on the second version of the contract, Harvey and Mike were out getting drunk. "Seriously, Mike? We have a case to win, and you two are out here partying?"

Mike scratched his head, a sheepish grin on his face. "We thought it was a good idea at the time. Maybe it was a bit impulsive."

Determined to express their frustration,  you headed towards Harvey's office, the door slightly opened,. Knocking lightly, you  entered and handed Harvey the second draft of the contract. The faster you gave it to him the faster you could leave. 

"Here's the updated version, Harvey," you said, trying to mask your  annoyance. After all, he is still the boss.

You sped walked out of there and back to your cubicle. Mike was there still, with his head on his desk. 

“Go ask Donna for some pain killers, you still have a long night ahead of you”, you told him. 

Mike just nodded and stumbled as he stood up to go to Donna. You were packing your bags, ready to call it an early night. When your computer dinged.  You sat down to respond to an email quickly when you felt the tension of the bullpen change drastically.

“What is this, Y/N ?" Harvey's tone was sharp, his blue eyes piercing into mine.

You frowned, confused by the unexpected hostility. "It's the contract you asked for, Harvey. I double-checked everything, and it's all in order."

He scoffed, he took out a red marker from his pocket and started circling stuff with his red marker again, "This is subpar, even for an associate. I don't have time for amateur hour."

You  felt a knot tighten in your stomach, a mix of frustration and disbelief. "Harvey, I don't understand. I followed the protocol, and the contract is flawless. What's the issue?"

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, cutting tone. "Flawless? If this is your definition of flawless, we're in trouble. I need precision, not this half-baked attempt at legal work."

The comments were like a punch to the gut. Harvey's relentless standards were known, but this seemed different. You couldn't fathom what had triggered such a harsh reaction. Was he too tipsy?  Doubt crept into your  mind, questioning your abilities despite knowing that the document was, by all standards, impeccable.

As you scrambled to gather my thoughts, Harvey continued. "If you can't handle the basics, I don't know why I bother keeping you around. Maybe it's time for a reality check, Y/N."

His words hung in the air, a heavy weight on my shoulders. The bullpen fell silent, and your colleagues exchanged uneasy glances. You knew how people judged women for being emotional in the workplace but you could not help the tears welling in your eyes. 

Harvey turned on his heel and walked away without a second glance, leaving you with a sinking feeling of inadequacy. You stared at the perfectly crafted document, now dismissed and devalued by Harvey's cutting words. It was a moment of doubt, a crack in the confidence you had built in your work. Goodbye nice dinner, you thought to yourself as we sat at your cubicle, back to square one. 

It's been about a week since Harvey yelled at you. You couldn't sleep, you couldn't eat. Doubt was eating you. You were always proud of your writing skills, that was what you were known for. This is what got you hired at Pearson Hardman. What if you weren't good enough for this job anymore? Did you speak? Your mind was racing and you were lucky enough to talk yourself down. You were currently working on your fifth version of this contract. Every draft before that had him taking out his red marker. A part of you could have sworn he was just circling things at random, but who are you to question the great Harvey Specter. It was 2:00 pm and you thought maybe you deserve a snack so you headed to the breakroom. Who do you happen to run into Mike Ross? He had no faults but just happened to be the unwitting recipient of your  frustration.

You stormed up to Mike barely containing the anger that had been building for weeks. "Mike, we need to talk," I blurted out, not bothering to hide the frustration in my voice.

Mike looked up from his sandwich, surprised by the intensity of my tone. "Sure, Y/N, what's going on?"

You took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "It's just... Do you ever feel like you're stuck in someone's shadow? Like no matter how hard you work, you're always one step behind?"

Mike furrowed his brow, sensing the gravity of my emotions. "What happened? Is it Harvey?"

You nodded, my frustration bubbling over. "It's always Harvey. He treats you like a partner, his drinking buddy, his go-to guy for everything. Meanwhile, I'm drowning in his shadow, drowning in rewrites and unreasonable expectations."

Mike leaned back, a sympathetic expression on his face. "I get it. Harvey has his moments. But you're great at what you do. Maybe he just doesn't see it."

"That's the problem, Mike. He doesn't see it. I'm just the person who writes and rewrites, constantly trying to meet his impossible standards. Did you know I can't even eat at my desk because once there was a Hot Cheeto stain on one of the drafts, and he lost it?"

Mike's eyes widened, realizing the extent of my frustration. "That's harsh, Y/N. Look, I know I have a different dynamic with Harvey, but it doesn't mean he values you any less. Maybe you should talk to him about how you're feeling."

"It's not that easy, Mike. I'm tired of being the one in the background. I can't handle the pressure anymore." you confessed, your voice laced with a mix of anger and vulnerability.

Mike sighed, understanding the weight of your words. "I can't fix everything, but I can listen. And I am truly sorry"

“NO, NO, no  I am sorry Mike, I am not mad at you or at Harvey. I guess I am mad at myself. I am just going back to work on my fifth version of this document”, you said as you felt the hunger take over. But you pushed through. You had to push through.

As you walked out of the break room,  Mike became an unexpected ally. He went to his binder Harvey put together and looked for the fourth version of the contract knowing Harvey had put it all in the file to look over. The document was perfect, no one could have done it better. 

Mike took in your look when you came bargaining in here. You looked awful. And what it was barely a week working on the case. Mike had heard about Harvey yelling in the bullpen but it had caused you so much disarray that Mike knew Harvey took it too far. He knew you and he didn't talk as much but Rachel adored you and he had to do the right thing and get Harvey to apologize.

Donna saw Mike striding towards Harvey’s office and knew what was coming. Donna knew Harvey was wound tight. That this case was getting the best of him and taking it out on the lovely Y/N but lord forbid she say anything. The last time she tried she nearly got her head chewed off too and Harvey right now needs to know he isn't alone in this case. 

"Harvey, you're being too hard on Y/N. The contract she wrote was perfect, and every draft since then has only improved upon perfection. You can't keep circling random stuff just to make her rewrite it," Mike asserted, his tone firm as he entered Harvey’s office. The fourth version of your contract in his hand. 

Harvey shot him a sharp glance. "I demand the best, and if she can't deliver, then maybe she's not cut out for this."

Mike shook his head. "It's not about delivering, Harvey. It's about you being stressed out over the case and taking it out on her. She's doing her best, and you need to acknowledge that."

Before Harvey could respond, Donna chimed in. "Mike's right, Harvey. I've seen the way you've been treating Y/N, and it's not fair. You've always had a soft spot for her, even if you won't admit it.”

Harvey raised an eyebrow. "A soft spot? Donna, you're reading too much into it."

Donna crossed her arms, "Harvey. I am Donna and I know everything. I also see everything. Harvey. Remember the time she was sick, and you made sure she had everything she needed? Or how you personally chose her for the team during the Jackson case? You compliment her skills and skip past everyone else you named for your team. You've got a soft spot for her, whether you admit it or not”

Mike nodded in agreement. "You can't deny it, Harvey. There's something about her that you can't ignore. Maybe it's time to acknowledge it and cut her some slack."

Harvey sighed, he didn't appreciate Mike and Donna ganging up on him but the fact that they were meant they maybe had a point, "Fine. Maybe I've been too hard on her. But she needs to know that mediocrity isn't acceptable."

Donna shook her head. "Harvey, there's a difference between pushing for excellence and being unnecessarily harsh. You owe Y/N an apology."

Reluctantly, Harvey nodded. "Alright. I'll talk to her. But this doesn't mean I'm going soft."

Donna smirked. "We wouldn't want that, Harvey."

Harvey made his way to find you. While Donna and Mike exchanged a knowing look. He made his way down to Rachels office, knowing that's where he will find you at these hours. He was taking the elevator and he thought about the last time both of you were in the elevator. It was the day the Amir Jackson case got handed for the first time. Harvey was on his way to meet with Amir for the first time in a long time to talk over the case, get under his skin.

The elevator doors closed, enclosing Harvey Specter and Y/N in a small, confined space. The tension from the  Jackson case was already weighing heavily on Harvey, evident by the way he impatiently tugged at his perfectly knotted tie.

"Harvey, relax. You're going to strangle yourself with that tie if you keep pulling on it," you quipped. You realized the stress coming off him and the words just flew out of your mouth before you could think.

Harvey shot them a sidelong glance, his usual stoicism momentarily replaced by a flicker of amusement. "Maybe I'd be better off without it."

A small, unexpected laugh escaped Harvey's lips, surprising both him and Y/N. It was a rare sight to witness Harvey Specter, the embodiment of seriousness, letting his guard down even for a moment. Specifically with you. 

" This isn't your first time easing the tension, I see the way you calm Rachel down when she gets in over her head. You always find a way to lighten the mood. What's your secret?" Harvey teased, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

You shrugged, a smile forming as you too let down your guard "Maybe it's just my superpower. The ability to make even the mighty Rachel and even the mysterious Harvey Specter crack a smile."

Harvey's expression shifted back to his usual cool exterior, but a subtle warmth lingered in his eyes. "Careful, now you might start thinking you're irreplaceable."

As the elevator continued its ascent, the banter between you quieted down and Harvey and you started to go back to normal. Back to the quietness and coldness.

But before the elevator opened to the floor, Harvey sneaked in, “Well, don't let it get to your head. You're not the comedian Pearson Specter, just the document wizard.", his smile lingered a little before the face of the closer returned to its hard exterior. 

If you were there longer than Rachel or she was busy running around the office she allowed you to work in her small office room. It was currently 4:00 pm but Louis had yelled at all the associates and dismissed them for the day for being useless. Only those working on the Amir case were still here, plus Donna and Rachel. Rachel was off trying to get the emails of old associates of Amir. You thought that Mike probably went off with her after your little breakdown to him. You knew Harvey was in the office and that you were typing on your keyboard like there was no tomorrow. You  meticulously worked on the revised legal document, determined to prove to Harvey Specter that you could meet his standards and trying to prove yourself that you could melt your own standards. The door swung open abruptly, and you hooked up to see Harvey's stern expression.

"Y/N, we need to talk," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that another reprimand was imminent.

Your pulse quickened, and your breath caught in your throat. The anxiety that had been simmering since Harvey's earlier criticism surged to the surface. You felt a tightness in my chest, your hands trembling as you tried to compose myself.

Harvey noticed your distress, as his expression softened, and he took a step closer. "Hey, relax. I just wanted to talk about earlier. I think I may have been too harsh."

The words barely registered as your panic escalated. Your mind raced, and suddenly, you found it difficult to breathe. The walls of the office seemed to close in on you. Before you could respond, the edges of your vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness overcame you as you sat at the desk, gripping on to the edge for support. 

Harvey's concern deepened as he watched you struggle. "Hey hey hey, whoa, take it easy. You are okay, everything is okay”

But you couldn't catch your breath, and panic tightened its grip. Your hands shook uncontrollably, and you gasped for air. In the midst of the chaos, Harvey acted swiftly. He made his way around the desk kneeling down to be at eye level with you. 

"Deep breaths, Y/N. In and out," Harvey instructed, his voice a soothing anchor in the storm of panic.

As you continued to struggle, Harvey, without hesitation, he took your  hand and placed it over his heart. "Feel my heartbeat? Match your breaths to it. In, and out” 

His heartbeat served as a rhythmic guide, and slowly, your breaths synchronized with its steady cadence. The panic began to subside, replaced by a sense of calm that washed over you.  As the storm within you  quieted, exhaustion set in, and the world around you blurred into darkness.

Harvey caught you as you passed out. Guilt swept over him because he knew he was the cause of this. He can’t remember the last time he saw you smile, the last time you ate, the last time you lit up a room. You were giving your all in this case and by doing so you were giving away parts of yourself too. He moved you onto Rachels couch so you could lay down properly. He knew you passed out because of panic and the lack of eating, he noticed these things about you. He noticed a lot about you actually, damn it Donna, he thought.

 He took his pocket square and wet it with your water bottle. He adjusted himself to the couch, moving so that your head was on his lap as he placed the cool rag on your forehead. 

The aftermath of the panic attack had left both of you in a vulnerable state. Yet Harvey couldn't deny the flutter in his chest as he gazed down at you. Was it concern for your well-being, or was it the proximity that had him on edge? He shook off the thought, focusing on steadying his own heartbeat.

In the midst of the stillness, the door creaked open, and right on cue Mike Ross cautiously entered. He took in the scene, the concern etched across his face.

"What happened?" Mike asked, his eyes shifting between Harvey and your unconscious state, ready to fight Harvey if he did you any physical harm.

Harvey, in his usual commanding tone, snapped, "Go to the Mexican restaurant two blocks down and get two number 5's."

Mike, taken aback, stammered, "But—"

"Just do it," Harvey insisted, his gaze never leaving you. 

Mike quickly exited, leaving Harvey alone with his unconscious colleague. He had so many questions but Harvey’s tone told him everything he needed to know.  Minutes later, the door swung open again, revealing Mike with bags of Mexican takeout in hand.

"Here," Mike said, handing the bags to Harvey. "I'll take off early for the night. Rachel and I were thinking about grabbing dinner. You got this, right?" A little weary to leave you, feeling like he should tell Rachel, Donna or even Jessica. But the look in Harvey’s eye told him he had nothing to worry about. 

Harvey nodded, a silent acknowledgment of Mike's understanding. As Mike left, Harvey couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and guilt. He knew you hadn't been eating well, and by the looks of your under eye bags you also hadn't been sleeping and the panic attack had been triggered by the stress of the Jackson case, a burden he bore on both their shoulders.

As you began to stir, Harvey glanced down at the bags of Mexican food. The aroma filled the room, and he hoped the gesture would, in some small way, make up for the turmoil he inadvertently caused.

"You're awake," Harvey remarked as you slowly opened their eyes.

You ignored everything around you as you slowly sat up with the help of Harvey. A blush rushing on your face realizing how close you were to Harvey. But all that faded when you saw the food, "How did you know this is my favorite?"

“That’s the first thing you ask?’Harvey raised an eyebrow. 

Your body slowly turned to face him.The headache and body sores had you wincing in pain. Harvey’s eyes held much guilt and sadness in them even as he tried to suppress them and act strong in front of you. This was about you and not about what he was feeling. 

“I am a simple girl. I get easily distracted by food”, you let out a small laugh even though you are exhausted, “Now answer my question”

Harvey hesitated, the words lingering on the tip of his tongue, he wanted to say that it's because he knew you. But Instead of admitting the depth of his knowledge about you, he chose a simpler response. "Who doesn't love Mexican food?" 

You hummed as he moved the desk closer to you so you wouldn't have to get up from the couch. The food was spread out and he took a seat next to you. A silence took over the room as you both began to eat. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken tension, the events of the panic attack still lingering in the air.

Harvey cleared his throat, breaking the uneasy silence. "Look, Y/N, I wanted to apologize for the unnecessary pressure I put on you. It was out of line, and I shouldn't have let it escalate to the point of causing a panic attack."

You glanced up from your plate, a mixture of exhaustion and forgiveness in your eyes. "Harvey, it's not entirely your fault. The case is stressful, and I should have handled it better."

Harvey's expression softened at your words. "That doesn't excuse my behavior. I should have been more considerate. I don't want you to feel like you have to carry the weight of the case alone."

You sighed, pushing the food around on their plate. "Harvey, I forgive you, but on one condition."

Harvey raised an eyebrow, silently urging you to continue.

" I can't keep being treated like an outsider, I know I only got hired because of my writing skills but I want to do more, be more. I want to be more than just the person who drafts contracts. I know I can be a kick ass lawyer if given the chance."

Harvey took a moment to absorb your words. The realization of the impact of his actions sank in, and he nodded. "You're right”

“Did those words really just come out of your mouth”, your eye grew wide as a smile danced on your lips’’

“Just, can you just shush for a moment”, he said as he placed his  fork down. 

“ Jessca told me when you were hired that you were born to be a shark. I guess I got so caught up in your skills that I haven't really even given you the chance to dominate the courtroom.  I shouldn't have overlooked that."

You saw something in his eyes you had never seen before. Was it hope?

You both continued to eat in subdued silence, the tension in the room shifted. The unspoken feelings between both of you simmered beneath the surface. This was forever changing the dynamic of your professional relationship. 

So where do you all go after this? The case of Amir Jackson isn't over, there is much more left for you both to do. This isn't the end. This is only the beginning, leaving both Harvey and you to navigate whatever comes next.

#harvey specter x reader #harvey specter x you #harvey specter #suits #suits usa #suits tv #mike ross #donna paulsen #Pearson Hardman

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Anyone interested in a Harvey specter x reader fic. I have one already saved in my draft but I feel like maybe the fandom is dead.

#suits tv #suits #harvey specter x reader #harvey specter #harvey specter x you #suits usa

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Ghost of you

A/N: Hello! It's been a while. I haven't written in a year cause life got complicated and messy. But after watching too many criminal minds edits and listening to the ghost of you by 5SOS, I got inspired to write. It is not my best work but it's something. And maybe this is the push I need to start writing again, but who knows. Anyways feedback is welcomed and Hope y'all enjoy it!

also many grammar errors/ errors in general

uses pet names like sweetheart and my love

it's a little angsty (i think)

He told me not to wait for him. But I never listen. That’s how we work, or at least how we used to work. It’s funny to me still how everything changed in a matter of seconds. One day he was in my life and then a single phone call had him bolting out the door. He was out the door in a heartbeat, most likely to never return. I did not know that at the moment, if I had I would have given him a longer kiss than just a peck, I would have told him I loved him, and I would have begged him not to go.

I was left confused but I figured it was work. It’s always work. Except 2 days had passed and his phone kept going to voicemail. Not even a text.  I didn’t understand what was going on until I received a letter in the mail. David Rossi informed me that the love of my love and his son had to go into the witness protection program, he doesn’t know for how long but Aaron asked him to write me this letter and to tell me that he loves me but to continue on with my life. My house key was in the envelope. I thought he was exaggerating about me continuing to live my life. How could I move on? I figured this is the FBI after all they would catch the bad guy in a week or so.

 It has been 3 months. 

I have found it hard to sleep, I toss and turn every night. It’s hard to sleep without him by my side. The house is exactly the same as the day he walked out the door. His coffee mug was still on the bedside table, half empty. His Beatles shirt is on the floor near the hamper. He was eager that night and completely missed throwing it into the hamper. For an FBI agent, one may say he was a poor shot. But I knew that I was one of his weaknesses. He always told me that I made him lose control and he loved it. 

I walked around the house stopping in the bedroom. Today is 3 months since he walked out. I never thought I would experience being in love, let alone I never thought a guy could make such an impact in my life. But here I am, numb. I go to work, eat, sleep, shower, and repeat. It’s a cycle. I drown out reality every time I am back home, reliving that night. The last night we had together. 

“Aaron!”, I squealed as I flopped onto the bed. 

There he was laying on the bed, sipping his coffee as he read a book. I didn’t expect him to stop by today.  We saw each other last night for date night and expected him to have a day with his son today. We were at a point in our relationship where he has keys to my place and I had keys to his. 

“My love, what are you doing here?”, he teased, a smirk on his face growing. 

“The better question is what are you doing here?”, I said as I nuzzled toward him.  Laying my head on his chest as he closes the book. Opening his arms to embrace me. 

“Jack begged Jess to take him to go see his grandpa and I thought it was better if I didn’t tag along.”, he sighed.

“Well I am also excited to have you here, but I am sad you didn’t get a day with your son’, I said as he kissed the top of my head

“It’s okay, I got to take him to breakfast”, he smiles against my head and there’s a long pause before he says, “but you know what I am kinda hungry”

“ Oh, I have leftover pasta from lunch”, I move to leave the bed to heat up the food. But the second I pull away from him, he is yanking me back towards him. Moving me so that I am under him and he is on top. His arms are on each side of my head caging me in, his lips inches away from mine. His eyes bore into me and made me feel some sort of way deep inside.

He may be an old man but damn those he has some moves

“Not that kind of hungry, sweetheart”, he whispered in that low tone that sent a shiver down my spine. 

I feel his breath on my face and he smells like a cough. I can’t help but let out a small laugh as I wrap my arms around his neck bringing him in closer. He groans, pulling away. I can’t help but pout and let out a whine.

“You got to stop making those noises my love, somehow you're the only person who ever makes me lose control, and that has me completely mesmerized. I am yours for as long as you will have me,” Aaron spoke. 

In one swoop he takes on his Beatles shirt and throws it haphazardly towards my hamper

“I will get that later, right now I just need you”, he roared as he made his way back towards me. 

But before anything can happen that damn phone rings.

He leaves me once again, making his way to the living room, mouthing sorry to me as he takes the call. I couldn’t hear much of what was being said but I heard the urgency in his voice and followed him. By the time I made it to him, he was hanging up the phone call and looking all frantic. 

He sees his hoodie on the couch,  the hoodie I stole from him 4 months into dating. He throws it on, with no shirt underneath. Kisses me quickly on the lips and says'' I gotta go”

And just like that he was gone. 

I somehow made my way to the living room looking at the door,  where it all took place. I go up to the cd player that is laid on my kitchen counter. Aaron loves his CDs even though Spotify has it all, he bought a CD player to play my favorite music. And I couldn't say no after seeing how eager he was when he brought over his collection. He took most of them back to his palace but he left 1 or 2 here. I play his CD as I pull myself out of the trance of the memories replaying in my mind. . I start to sway from side to side. Imagining he is there dancing with me. I am dancing with his ghost as if he was never gone and tears fall. It isn't until I am full-on sobbing that I realize I gotta let go, even if it’s just a bit.  

I have been living with his ghost for the past 3 months. No idea if he is alive or dead or what’s his status. He told me to continue my life, and if he were to see me now, I have no doubt he would be disappointed. 

I gained the courage to head to the hamper and pick up his shirt and put it in the basket. My heart breaks a bit.

I grab his coffee mug and head to the kitchen sink to wash it. As I wash it my heart breaks a bit more. But  I know that as long as I continue to live in the memory, I won’t be able to live in reality. 

I go to turn off the CD that’s playing, basking in the silence. How can it be so silent yet so loud in my head? I sit down on the couch, looking around the empty walls, the empty house. His ghost can no longer haunt me. My thoughts simmer down and I relax for the first time in months. 

But that silence is quickly broken by a knock on the door. 

Could it be him? 

Or maybe it’s someone here to break the news that he’s dead?

Or is it my neighbor wanting to borrow a cup of sugar? 

There are so many possibilities, and all can be answered if I open the door. But I am not ready for reality to truly tumble in. Atleast not yet.

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#aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #bau #aaron hotchner / reader #aaron hotch fanfiction

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Need help finding a fic: it’s Aaron Hotchner x reader

It was angsty and I don’t know the ending since my phone decided to act up. But it was something along the lines of it being Halloween and Reader tries to take Jack trick or treating but Jack only wants his dad. Aaron comes home late a fight breaks out and Aaron tells reader that she’s not Jacks mom

If anyone can help me find it that would be great! Thanks :)

#aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #bau #aaron hotchner / reader #aaron hotchner x y/n

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Pair: Step-Dad Hotch x Reader,

Minors DNI, 18+

warnings: masturbations, pet names like little girl, bad words, drinking, teasing, idk what else

word count: 3.6k

A/N: Thank you @thereideffects for all the feedback and thanks @ssahotchswife for all the inspo. Might make a part two, not quite sure yet, let me know if that something that's y'all might like :)

Feedback is always welcomed

Anger, a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.

The only word you could use to convey the feeling burning through you.

Coming back home for Spring Break was always the plan, what wasn't part of the plan was meeting your new Step-Dad.

Your mom and your relationship was what other people would call tainted. The single mom life wasn’t what she had in mind, but what she was left with the minute her husband walked out.

She learned to play with the cards she was dealt. She did her best. She took care of you, in her own twisted way.

There was always food and a roof over your head. And there was always an above mediocre babysitter looking after you.

Independence was something you learned as soon as you could walk and talk. You two tried not to step on each other's toes.You both did your own thing but always acknowledged that at the end of the day you were mother and daughter.

You tried not to step on each other's toes and do your own thing but at the end of the day you always acknowledged that you were mother and daughter.

She was all you had and you were all she had.

One would think she had some sentiment to the fact that you were her only daughter, but nope!

She dares call you the day before you are scheduled to fly back home to tell you that she got married. That she wanted it to be a surprise but couldn’t keep it in anymore.

How could she not invite you to her wedding, even if it was a civil court thing?  How could she not tell you she was even seeing anyone?

You pestered for more details but she wanted to keep some element of the surprise/mystery. The only thing she would budge on was telling you his name.

Aaron fucking Hotchner.

Looking back at your mom’s track record, you could only imagine what pretentious asshole you were about to meet. “Lucky” for you, you didn’t have to imagine for too long; the cab you took from the airport finally pulled up to your house

You paid the fee and oh so forcefully pulled your luggage out of the trunk. You dragged your luggage, and your feet, to the door. You reluctantly knocked on the door, ready to face your mom.

All of the sudden, as the door swings open, it reveals a man. A man wearing a three piece suit. A man with such a stern face but handsome features. A man with dark short hair, tan skin, and oh so dark eyes.

All anger flows out of you as embarrassment settles in. Could you have  knocked on the wrong house?  Did your mom move houses? It would be no surprise if she kept this a secret from you too.

Realizing you have been staring for too long, you suddenly shrunk a bit. His stare was burning into you. You opened your mouth to speak, but as you did so you saw his face change from a stern gaze to a small smile appearing on his face. Not a warm smile. Some might say it was a mischievous smile.

“Ah yes, you must be Y/N. Your mom has been waiting for you. Come on in”, he bluntly speaks. gesturing for you to enter.

This man is Aaron Hotchner?!? This man is your step-dad?!?!

Entering the house, it all felt familiar. Nothing has changed. The only thing different was there was a man living in your house.

The two of you were standing in the living room. You couldn’t decide if you should play nice or not. But before any of you could speak. You heard squeals come from the hallway. Next thing you know you were bombarded with a tight hug.

“Sweetheart, you're here!”, your mom exclaimed, squeezing you tighter in the hug. Aaron made eye contact with you and his face was unreadable. Before you know it he was pulling your mom away from you. Wrapping an arm around her waist. She just smiled at him

“Now, now. Let’s let her breathe'', he spoke in an almost condescending tone. Your mom started to babble about how much she missed you. You couldn't help but notice the way he was eyeing you.

You would say it was like a predator who found its prey. But you weren't prey. It was more  like two alphas meeting, neither one willing to back down.

The anger that had been building up for the past two day was now gone.

Confusion, the state of being bewildered or unclear in one’s mind about something.

That was the emotion running through you.

How could your mom let a man like this into her life?

From the first impression you could see he was possessive, aggressive and downright serious. The total opposite of your mom’s bubbly personality. What is his end goal here?

Did he think he could just walk into their lives and stake a claim?

An awkward pause has taken place as your mom awaits for you to reply. You realized you and Aaron have been staring each other down for so long that you didn’t hear a single word she said. You think of a safe response.

“I missed you a lot Mom”, you smile.

“I love you sweetie”, she coos, squeezing you into another hug.

You let out a big breath, happy that you gave out a correct response.

She pulls back and caresses your face. Her focus is on you and on Aaron.

“ I know all of this is rushed but I am happy that you two finally get to meet”, she marvelled.

She grabs your hand and with the other one she grabs Aaron’s, bringing them close to her body,

“I am going to go pick up some food for Stewart’s and we are going to have our first family meal together”, she added before letting go of both your guys hands.

She grabs her purse and gives each of you a quick peck on the cheek before heading towards the door. And before she closes the door she exclaims,” Mingle while I am gone”

There you two were, again. Staring at each other, again.

He’s the one to break the silence first, “You don’t like me do you?’

“No, not really”, you respond.

“You don’t even know”, he concurred.

“I don’t need to know”, you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I am going to tell you about myself anyways. I am a scorpio. I like to golf. I am a professor at the local university. I used to work in the FBI. But after seeing one too many things, I needed out”, he spoke.

“Really? Trying to go for the sympathy approach?”, you scoffed.

You walked away into the kitchen, opening the fridge. Not particularly hungry but you needed to get out of there. Out of that conversation.

“Really? You are  going to walk away from me? I thought because your mom asked us to mingle, you were going to play nice”, he asked.

“ I am playing nice. I just thought the conversation was over.”, you lied.

“You are really protective of your mom, aren’t you?”, he said.

“So what?”, you shrug.

You turn around to realize he was standing right behind you. In a blink of an eye he has pushed you against the fridge, pinning you to it, arms of his trapping you in. You would have pushed him away, but your body froze. Scared that your body was betraying you, you decided to look at your feet, not wanting to convey any emotion towards him.

“So, I am curious. Who protects you, who takes care of your needs'', he says, lifting your chin up with a finger. You see his mischievous grin as your eyes roam up to meet his. And as your eyes lock with his, you almost want to let your guard down. Almost.

Quickly smack his hand away, “I do.”, you state.

You walk away from him and back to the living room to grab your suitcase. Then you march upstairs to go to your room. Not before shouting out,” Tell my mom I am not hungry. I am calling it a night.”

You can hear a barely audible laugh come from him as you enter your room. You place your luggage next to your door before you flop onto your bed. As you lay in bed, you stare up at the ceiling. Your hand goes to touch the place on your chin where his finger was. His touch left a burning feeling there and his touch made you feel a burning feeling down at your core.

Disappointment, sadness or dispelasure caused by the nonfullliment of one’s hopes or expectations.

That’s the emotion circling your body,

But why?

Are you disappointed his touch didn't last longer?

Are you disappointed you didn't continue the conversation?

Are you disappointed that you feel a bit aroused by him?

Are you disappointed he is married to your mom”

Or

Are you disappointed that you are feeling/thinking these things at all?

There’s no use racking your brain around. He doesn't deserve your time and energy. You get up and change from your airport outfit to some pj’s. Hopefully with some sleep your mind will be cleared.

You woke up to the sun hitting your face. You let out a groan wishing the sun didn't exist. You tossed and turned, trying to get more sleep but it was no use. Leaning over, your clock read 10 am. Now is as good a time as ever to start your day.

You waddled your way downstairs, in dire need of coffee. Making your way into the kitchen, you find your mom leaning over the counter sipping on a cup of coffee. You head to the coffee machine and mumble a good morning. Morning Y/N meant grumpy Y/N.

“Morning sweetie”, your mom said in a bittersweet tone.

You knew that she was  upset about last night, not having the family dinner she wanted.

“Mom, I am sorry about last night”, you apologized.

“It’s okay, I just really want us to sit down and chat. All three of us”, she emphasized.

You stood next to her, also leaning against the counter sipping your coffee. It’s moments like these where it's very evident you two are mother and daughter.

She turns her face towards you before speaking,”How about we try again tonight? I know how impromptu this all was. But I want to tell you how he and I met. How we fell in love. How we decided to get married. You deserve to know”, she pleads.

You deserve a lot more than that, you think to yourself.

She sees the uncertainty in your eyes. And decided to bring in her secret weapon.

“How about when I come back from work, I stop by the store to pick up the ingredients for your favorite dish?”, she hopefully asks.

It’s safe to say that intrigues you. Oh how you missed her cooking.

“Okay mom, anything for you”, you sigh in defeat.

“Yay! Okay, I am going to go say goodbye to Aaron and then head out.”, she chirped, giving you a kiss on the cheek before heading to her ( and Aaron’s) room.

You put your half finished cup of coffee in the sink and head upstairs. It was very hard to get to sleep last night. You could put the blame on your mind for not shutting up but the blame was on your mom and Aaron’s activities last night. Or lack thereof.

You tried not to laugh at the replay in your head. But it was truly amusing hearing their conversation.

You grab your computer from your suitcase and sit in the middle of the bed, criss cross answering your emails.  You were intently focused on your computer that you didn’t notice your bedroom door had opened.

You finally look up to see Aaron leaning against the door frame.

“Don’t you ever knock!’’, you squeal, holding back the urge to throw a pillow at him.

“Bad habit. Just wanted to know if you wanted to eat breakfast with me”, he asked.

“No. You could see yourself out”, you shoo him away.

“It would be in your best interest if you and I were to get along. I am not going anywhere. Your mom and I are a perfect fit”, he said.

You can't help but snicker at that comment.

“What’s so funny?”, he frowns.

“You say you guys are a “perfect fit”, but last night says otherwise”, you smirk.

His brows furrowed in confusion.

“Thin walls. I could hear how much you fit or didn’t fit, to say in better words”, you continued.

Finally having the high ground. Or so you thought.

His confused face slowly morphed into a sly grin.

“It seems like you enjoy eavesdropping, little girl”, he said in an authoritative voice.

You can’t help the fact that it sounded sexy as hell. Your heart was racing. You stared at him and he was amused.

As he looked at you, he saw this wide eyed innocence. You act all so mighty but right now you look like a deer caught in headlights.

“You really got to stop being so bratty. Or else I might have to teach a thing or two about manners”, and with that he left.

Leaving you breathless. Did that just happen? What. The. Fuck.

The burning feeling came back. Your breathing was labored. You couldn't believe how turned on you were right now.  And you just know that son of a bitch knew what he was doing to you.

To cool off your body’s fiery feeling you decided to take a cold shower. You entered your bathroom. As you undress, you  turn the shower dial to cold.

The cold water does nothing to stop your throbbing pussy. Felt like you were left with no other choice. You turned the dial to almost scorching hot before grabbing  the shower head and turned it to the pulsing setting. You spread your legs, aiming the shower head to have the water hit you right at your clit.

With one arm occupied holding the shower head your other hand starts to roam your body. Landing on one of your breasts, you began to massage it. Plucking and twisting your nipple. Letting out soft moans. You then turned your attention to your other breast giving it the same treatment.

You began to thrust your hips a bit trying to chase your release but nothing was happening. You started thinking about what got you in this position in the first place.

Aaron.

You thought of his face and how he looked so sexy when he furrowed his brows.

You thought of the way his voice sounded as he called you little girl and brat.

You thought of it being his hands  groping your breast.

You thought of his hot breath against your pussy instead of the shower head.

Your hand stops handling your breast and you bring it down to your clit giving it a  pinch before finally climaxing.

“Aaron”, you moaned as the orgasm hit you.

After that eventful shower, you change into some shorts and a basic tee and continue to answer your emails. Not wanting to face the fact that you just masturbated to the thought of your step-dad.

You check your phone to see the time, you see that an old friend from high school texted you.

They were throwing a party and wanted to know if you were free. It would be a great chance to catch up. As you were about to respond to say you had plans, when a knock came from your bedroom door. Again.

“Come in”, you loudly say.

And the door opens to reveal Aaron, doesn’t he have a life or something.

“What? You back here for a round two of arguing”, you roll your eyes at him.

“As fun as that sounds, I was asked to come get you. Your mom is home and wants help prepping dinner”, he says.

“Yea okay, I’ll be down in a sec”, you shrug.

“Who knew you could follow orders”, he winks, before leaving the room.

You forgo your phone, as you throw it onto the bed as you get up to go downstairs.

You hop your way down the stairs and the kitchen comes into view. You see Aaron wrap his arms around your mom's waist. She is trying to cook but getting distracted by him.

They are giggling and laughing.

You stop walking at the sound of that. Your heart drops.

You scurry back up the stairs and into your room. Closing the door behind you as you lean against it.

Letting out a deep breath. You could feel your heart racing.

Envious, feeling or showing a desire to have what someone else has

The feeling that explains why you are locked in your room.

But what are you envious of?

The fact that your mom is happy and starting her new life?

Or the fact that Aaron is hers?

You shake your head. No, no, no. You can’t be feeling this way.

You run your hands down your face. How were you going to sit through a dinner with them?

Taking a look around your room as you pull and tug on your hair. Your eyes land on your phone.

Screw it!

You grab your phone and text your old friend. I’m in.

They text you the address and you can't believe you’re doing this. But in retrospect this wasn’t the first time you snuck out of the house.

You quickly change into a dress you packed in your suitcase. It wouldn't be your first choice, but it's what you had. You did some light makeup up and decided against wearing heels knowing that you had to climb out the window.

Let Aaron and your mom have a nice dinner. Without you. It’s not like you have been included in their life’s so far.

You climb out the window and head to the party.

It was great seeing your old friends. You danced the night away, with no shame. You drank one beer but knowing you were taking a cab home you stopped. You didnt want to be drunk and get into a stranger's car, that’s a murder movie waiting to happen.

Your friends brought out shots, and through much convincing you took one. But the image of going home to your mother and Aaron had you feeling some sort of way. That feeling led to another drink, then another. It's safe to say you lost count after 5.

Not completely drunk but tipsy, you look at your phone to see the time. It read 1 am. Fuck!

There was no way of getting a cab, especially being as tipsy as you are. Your friend offered a ride but her Volkswagen was already piled with 3 other people. There was no way of fitting.

You knew your only solution. Call your mom.

Ring. Ring. Nothing

Ring. Ring. Nothing.

It was like that everytime. You always got her voicemail. After the 5th time you gave up.

You wanted to blame your next action on being drunk. But you knew better when you called him.

“Hello?”, his voice rang,

“I hate calling you”, that’s a lie,” But i need a ride home.”

“Send me the address, I'll be there shortly”, he sighed and hung up.

15 minutes later.

“Get in’, his voice shook a core in you. The low timbre pulls you out of your thoughts.

You get in the car,” Thank you for this Aaron”.

No words are spoken for a good 5 minutes. It isn't until you are pulled at a red light where you try to speak again.

“You really aren't going to speak to me”, you asked.

No response.

“Come on-”, you were cut off by him.

“Just shut up”, his voice boomed loudly, you were pretty sure the cars around you could hear him.

You stayed quiet, mouth shut. You even made it so that your breathing was quiet. The only sound to be heard was the cars outside.

You finally pulled up to the house.

“It’s nice to know you can follow some directions”, he huffs.

You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off, “ I didn't give you permission to speak, did I?’’, his voice lowers as he speaks with such authority.

You shake your head. He gets out of the car and turns to your door, helping you get out. Grabbing your hand as you hopped down the car. His hand was still  yours. His grip tightened as he led you inside the house.

You could have struggled and asked him to let you go but as they say curiosity killed the cat. He led you to the kitchen and you were both standing by the sink.

In a swift movement, he turned on the sink, grabbed the spray and covered you in water.

‘What the hell”, you yelped.

“Are you sober now”, he asked.

“Aar-” spray

“Yes or no”, he continued to ask.

“What-” spray

“Stop-” spray

``Yes or no”, he emphacicied more.

“Yes”, you blurted out not wanting to get sprayed anymore.

“Good cause we need to talk”, Aaron chastised.

Dripping wet, from arousal and sink water. You moved past him to head upstairs to your room to change. But before you can take a step towards the stairs. He grabs your forearm, giving you the “where do you think your going look”, pulling you towards the living room

“I think we are done here”, you scoff, yanking your arm away from his grip.

He towers over you,” No, not yet darling. It’s about time I teach you a lesson.”

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No regrets

Pair: Aaron Hotchner x reader|Word count:278| Warnings: One and word, I think that's it.

Small Blurb, as I finish writing Step-Dad Hotch| Not My Gift v

The look on his face when you gave him his birthday present was worth it. Atleast it was in that moment.

It’s a sunday, both of you are home for the weekend. And you planned on sleeping in. But Aaron had other plans. The sound of the White Album blasted through the house.

“I should have gotten you socks”, you groaned as you padded into the living room.

You rubbed your eyes as Aaron came into view, he was in the living room swiftly moving around to the song. He turned to you.

“Good morning, my sleeping beauty- I mean evil stepmother”, he laughed. Your hair was sticking up and you looked like a grumpy child.

Oh how much you love that laugh but all you can do is glare.  But that makes him laugh a bit louder.

You cross your arms and pout,” Not everyone one has a caffeine addiction, some people need sleep to have energy”

“I now understand the need for beauty sleep”, he joked.

You laughed a bit before whining, “Aaron!”

“I kid my love, You look beautiful, you always look beautiful”, he smiled.

How can you pretend to stay mad when his smile just melted all your problems. Even the fact that you were sleepy,

He opened his arms, ready to embrace you. But your stubborn ass stayed where you were.

“Come on baby, dance with me”, he pleaded, giving you those irresistible puppy dog eyes,

You reluncatly stepped into the embrace. He quickly wrapped his arms around you. And kissed your forehead.

You sofly whispered,” I love you”, as you wrapped your arms around him.

Together you swayed slightly to the music.

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Another great story!!!

Secrets and Lies

Summary: The reader and Aaron admit their feelings for one another and enter into a secret relationship, which begins to take its toll on the reader the longer it stays secret.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (female) reader!

Warning: MATURE - implied smut and adult language

Includes: Flirting, kissing, fighting, angst, fluff, gun mention, canon-typical violcence/unsub

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: This is posted on my ao3 (ssahotchswife)! Hi guys! I hope you all like this one! I’m glad to be getting back to my regular posting schedule after a bit of a break :) thanks so much for reading!  AO3 LINK

It was New Years Eve a few months ago, Hotch had driven you home as he often did because you lived in the same building. You’d both left Rossi’s party before the stroke of midnight, him to get home for Jack, and you because you simply wanted to go home – although now you wondered if it was perhaps because a party without Hotch didn’t seem like anything you really would be interested in. Not that you didn’t love hanging out with your other friends, you did, but your heart yearned to be always near Aaron Hotchner.

He had invited you in when Jessica left, to watch the ball drop with him and Jack. The little boy was buzzing about getting to stay up late since it was a special occasion but had fallen asleep well before the countdown to midnight even started, snoring into the couch cushions while you and Hotch talked quietly. You were stood near the TV, sipping from coffee mugs full of white wine because Hotch didn’t have champagne, but you didn’t care. There couldn’t have been a more perfect way to count down the New Year to you.

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Already in love with this!!! Cant wait for more! 🥰♥️

Transfer Request- Chapter 1

warnings: mentions of a case, mild violence, arguing, yelling, 18+ minors dni

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I walk into the BAU, storming past my fellow agents to reach my desk. I slam my go-bag onto the wood surface, the noise echoing through my recently emptied drawers. I pick up the lone folder from my desk and angrily stomp up the stairs leading to Agent Hotchner’s office.

I have a complicated relationship with this job. On one hand, I find great satisfaction in solving cases that would have otherwise gone cold. The lives I save make up for the gruesome scenes I encounter. On the other hand, my boss, Aaron Hotchner, makes it difficult to want to come into work. He constantly undermines my intelligence and favors the other agents’ opinions over mine since they are more experienced. Apparently three years in the FBI and five months working at the BAU is not enough to have my opinion respected.

I tolerated my insufferable boss, instead choosing to focus on doing my job and ignoring his snide comments, until today. Our unsubs, a pair of women, one in her forties and the other in her late teens, were suspected of killing and mutilating the body of the younger woman’s boyfriend. I was confident the pair were mother and daughter, since the age difference would mean they have very little in common besides being relatives. Hotch sided with Morgan, who said that the nature of the crime would not be something a mother and daughter would do together. Thanks to Garcia’s expert tracking skills, we found the unsubs who were, in fact, mother and daughter, and I hadn’t received as much as a nice job from Hotch. Hell, the man had hardly looked in my direction on the plane home. This was the last straw.

I pull open the door to Hotch’s office without knocking. If he isn’t going to respect me, then why should I respect him?

“Y/l/n”, he says, not looking up from whatever paperwork he was filling out before I barged in. I don’t grace him with an answer, instead slamming the paper down onto his desk. He shoots me an irritated look before scanning the document.

“Transfer request?” he asks, looking back up at me. “Why do you want to leave the BAU?” I scoff.

“Why? It’s obvious you don’t want me here. What’s the point of having another agent if my only job is to do busywork your more experienced agents don’t want to do?” Hotch stands up from his obnoxiously fancy leather chair to look at me head on.

“If you are unhappy with your workload, that is something we can discuss, Agent.” I dig my fingernails into my palms, trying to keep myself from punching this man in his perfect teeth.

“I am not transferring because I’m bored at work,” I spit. “I am transferring because of your constant disrespect. I am a federal agent, but you treat me like I’m a member of a local PD. I’m sick of it and I’m sick of you,” Hotch cleared his throat and took a second to think of his naturally condescending reply.

“If you want me to apologize for today, then fine. I’m sorry. But…” Of course there’s a but. “I will not apologize for having the sense to listen to my other agents before acting on something that could change the course of the entire case.” Something inside of me snapped.

“You know what I think, Hotch? I think you get off on whatever power you have over me. You have no reason to second guess me. You only do so because you can. Outside of here, you are nothing. You’re just a sad, lonely man who desperately wants to feel like you have even an ounce of control over your life. You abuse this power because you know once you retire, you’ll be at life’s mercy and there is nothing you can do to stop it.” I found myself significantly closer to Hotch than when I started, my arms braced on his desk. “You may not think I’m fit to be a profiler, but I’d say I did a pretty good job figuring you out.”

“I’m impressed,” he says with a smirk. “But now it’s my turn.” He meets my stare with an equally heated look. “You are crippled by your insecurities. If I had to take a guess, you weren’t the favorite child. You succeeded in life, even exceeded, but you were always overshadowed. Your achievements went unnoticed, and you crave recognition. Now, you’re on your own, but you still feel underappreciated. You feel like you’re owed praise, and you go out of your way to receive it, even if that means being reckless. I think you would do anything just to hear the words well done. You know what, Y/n? You’re not special. You are the same as everyone else and you will receive praise when you deserve it. If your fragile ego can’t handle that, maybe you should find a new career.”

Hotch's face was now inches away from mine.

“You may be good, Agent Y/l/n, but you’re no match for me,” he sneers.

“I’m not your agent anymore, Aaron,” I spit back. He lets out a mean chuckle in response.

“Transfer requests take twelve days to get approval, and even if it does get approved, you won’t be transferred until the beginning of next month. Three weeks is a long time, so I suggest you play nice, Agent”

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Even Through the Darkest Times

A/N: Sorry I haven't uploaded in a while.I graduated recently and also celebrated my birthday. I am hoping to get into a schedule of writing more.

Pair: Aaron Hotchner x Reader ( not my gif) REQUEST: Hi there! I saw that your requests were open. Could I request a Hotch fic with prompts from list #2 (Fluff: #9 & #44 ; Angst: #6 & #9) @sadboi-sideblog

Warnings: angst, sad Hotch, Fluff, cursing, pet names like honey, (if I missed anything please lmk)

The clock strikes midnight and you could feel your body getting sleepier and sleepier. But you do your best to fight the urge, going into the kitchen to grab your third cup of coffee of that night.

Your oh so loving husband, Aaron,  called about 3 hours ago saying he was on his way back home from a case. You could hear it in his voice that he was in pain, it was subtle but after being married for 2 years you learned to pick up on those details.

Jack was put to bed soon after Aaron called with the promise that in the morning his father would be there. The boy was filled with excitement, he wanted to stay up with you but after reading him two bedtime stories, Jack was fast asleep.

So there you were, cozying up on the couch, sipping your coffe. Waiting for him, wanting to be the first thing he see’s when he walks through that door. Provide any comfort needed.

But alast, halfway through your cup of coffee, your body gives in and before you know it you are asleep. Who knows how long you were asleep when the sound of a door slamming scared you awake. Aaron was always careful not to make much noise when he arrived but it seems like today all precaution was in the wind.

You quickly stand up to see your husband. His face is stern and when he finally makes eye contact with you none of his features change.

“What are you doing up”, he spoke in a monotone voice.

“I was waiting for you. Are you okay?”you asked, stepping closer to him.

“I am fine. I am going to my office okay?”, he said sternly.

As he moves towards his office, you quickly move to him, gently grabbing his arm. He turns to face you and you begin to rub circles around his hand with your thumb. You can physically see his body relax. The tension slowly goes away. His stern features wanted to soften. Give into your warmth.

“Honey, is there anything I can do for you?”,you cooed.

The sound of you voice awkanes him from the trance, and  he stops himself from bringing down his walls.

He jerked his hand away, “ I said I am fine! Can you just leave me the fuck alone!”, he yells.

You get startled as he has never yelled at you. He too startled himself but continued on getting you a pointed look.  You took a deep breath. It was too late for him to pull this bullshit with you. He knew better, even when he had a hard case, he knew better.

"Don't raise your fucking voice at me. I am not an unsub. I am your wife. If you need space, you can tell me. We communicate with each other. This”, you gesture between the two of you,” is not okay, you argue.

His face falls, he knows he messed up. Aaron runs his hand down his face.

“I am sorry”, his voice softens.

It’s aware that right now you both need space.  You're both fuses about to blow.

“I am going to make sure Jack didnt wake up from all this noise. You go do you”, you sighed.

Aaron just nods and disappears into his office while you turn to Jack's room. Aaron wishes he could talk to you, hold you. But something inside is telling him you are better off.

You enter Jack’s room to find he is fast asleep. This boy can sleep through a hurricane and with that you smile to yourself and retreat to your bedroom.

It's usually hard to sleep without Aaron but he is home and safe. That’s all that matters. Hoping he will join you in bed soon. You drift to sleep, wishing you had Aaron in your arms. Wishing tomorrow to be a better day.

You were dreaming peacefully as one could when having an argument with their husband. When all of a sudden trashing and whimpers wake you up. You wake up to think it’s Jack. You don’t feel Aaron’s presence in bed and assume he went to go check on Jack.  You move your hand over to Aaron’s side of the bed only to realize the bed is cold. That alone makes you jolt out of bed.

The whimpers and thrashing get louder. You hurry on into Jack’s room, to find Jack still peacefully asleep and Aaron nowhere in sight. You leave Jack's room and now are worrying. Where the hell is Aaron?

Your heart is racing fast, that is until you hear sniffles coming from Aaron’s office. You rush in to find Aaron asleep on his desk, he is whimpering and breathing heavily. He’s having a nightmare.

‘’Aaron,” you whisper crouching down to him, “ My love, please wake up.”

You gently shake him awake, doing your best not to startle him. He lifts his head up from the desk and opens his eyes. His breathing is still heavy and his eyes are on the verge of tears.

“You’re here?”, he croaks out.

“Yes, baby. I am here”, you say as you grab his hand and place his hand over your heart.

As he feels the rhythm of your heartbeat, he begins to mimic the pace of your hearbeat to his breathing.

The two of you stayed like that for a while as Aaron did his best to control his breathing. When he finally does, he moves to sit properly in his chair, pulling you into his lap.

His touch is something you have longed for since the moment he walked through that door. You wrap your arms around his neck as he buries his head into your shoulder.

He holds you tight. He takes in your scent  before moving his head back to be face to face with you.

“I am so sorry Y/N. You didnt deserve me yelling at you. You dont deserve this. You deserve more”, He cried out.

You opened your mouth to speak. But before you coud he said, “ Please let me finish” You nod, if he wants to talk you are going to listen.

“ I am an old man. I get home late and grumpy, And I still have nightmares. I didn't realise I was such an inconvenience. That was until today, The case was of a woman who was killing men for priotizing work over their spouses. I just kept thinking, she should kill me. I am a horrible husband. But Y/N, I am begging you. Please don’t leave me.", he sobbed, burying his head back into the crook of your neck.

Tears flowing hard, you can feel his tears on you. You hate to see him like this.

“ Aaron, please look at me”, you spoke softly as you ran your hand through his hair.

He slowly lifted his head to make eye contact with you. His eyes were red from all the crying and the tears were still flowing. You didnt even notice you were crying until Aaron spoke up.

Through the sniffles he said, ”Please don’t cry”.

He went to wipe your tears away but you stopped him. In this moment he needed you, not the other way around. So you held his face and with your thumbs wiped away his tears.

“ You gotta understand,if you cry, I'll cry-- and that won't be fun for anyone.", you give a sad smile as he lets out a small chuckle.

“ I love you, and never want you to think you are an inconvenience. There are going to be good days and there are going to be bad days. But I am not leaving you. I meant it when I said for better or for worse. I am not going anywhere. You are it for me.", you blubbered.

He nodded as he pulled you in tighter for a hug, “ I love you”, he murmured.

“ I love you too, even through the darkest times.”

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Forgetfulness

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A/N: sorry sorry sorry! I haven't been active lately because I am graduating soon so I have been so busy filling out paper and documents, finishing homework and shopping. I am sorry! I have so many things written but nothing is finished. I was able to squeeze this out while waiting in traffic. NOT EDITED

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: SMUT, vouyerism, fingering, dirty thoughts, hand kink, pet names, usage of little girl as a pet name, p in v, sort of Dom hotch ( missing anything let me know)

The day kept dragging on and on. File after file. No end to be seen.  Of course you were exaggerating, a lot could be to blame for your current mood.

It could be the lack or sleep, the lack of coffee or the lack of sex. Probably a mixture of the first to but man oh man has it been a while since you have been laid.

It's not that you were “horny” per se, but rather the fact that you were very needy as of lately.

You could blame it on the recent weather, that heat has been making you all hot and bothered. But that’s so far from the truth. The cause of the sudden eagerness and roughness of your mind and body was a result of your very attractive boss.

And the fact that he didn't know he was attractive made him even more attractive. Right now his window is open, he has discarded his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He is so concentrated on writing, such a strong grip on his pen that the veins on his forearm and hands. Oh how you wish he had his hands on you. Around your throat or on your pussy, you didn't care.

You created a system, everytime you finished a file you allowed yourself a glance. You were currently rushing through a file when a paper ball was thrown at you. You look up to see Derek standing in front of your desk.

“ Hey, pretty girl, are you trying to set a new world record for the fastest file ever written?”, he jokes.

“ Ha ha ha, very funny. I’m just hurrying through as many files as I can before it's time to head home”, you lie. No one needs to know the truth, though it is surprising working with a bunch of profilers that no one has caught on to your crush on Hotch.

“ Well you're in luck, finish that file and you can go home. Look at the time”, he gestures to the clock on the wall.

It was 5:05.

You look around to see almost everyone already packing up their stuff.

“ I guess I should hurry this up”, you sigh.

“ Good luck Y/N, until tomorrow”, Derek bids goodbye.

Spencer is right behind him following suit, doing the awkward goodbye way to you.

About 5 minutes into the file, Emily,JJ and Garcia show up to your desk.

“ Hey lovely, today’s a perfect day for a girls night. You in?”, garcia asks

You wanted to say yes, nothing sounded better than drinking your sorrows away. But your bed was calling your name.

“ Sorry girls, haven't had proper sleep in a while. I think imma finish this file up and just head straight home to bed.”, you pout, you loved girls night but there’s no way you will be able to stay awake.

They gave you concerning looks. It was like copy and paste.

“ Don't push yourself too hard”, JJ frowned

“Yea gets some rest”,  Emily said.

With that the girls bid you a goodbye. Leaving just you, Rossi and hotch.

You look up to see Hotch was still hunched over his desk scribbling away. Faintly you could see the wrinkles around his face as he furrowed his brows in concentration.

Days like this where it's blatantly obvious he needs some stress release are days you wish you could sneak under his desk and please him. He needs release and you, well you need him.

Your mouth waters a bit at the thought of having Hotch’s dick in your mouth. Would he be thick or long or both? How would his body react to you? Is he the type that likes to take control or will he be vulnerable and let you hear all his moans?

You need to get home. You sign your name at the bottom of the file, at the completion of the action some weight is lifted off your shoulder.

You grab your finished files and head up to Hotch’s office. You knock in rhythm, it's your thing it always lets him know that it's you at the door.

You hear him say “come in” and you follow suit.

“Hey it's 5:37 what are you still doing here?”, he questions. His face is lit up only by his desk lamp giving him a soft glow. It made you feel things.

“ Needed to finish up this file, but I am FINALLY done”, you let out a sigh as you hand him your files. He takes them from you and his hand lingers longer than it should. You look him in the eyes , neither one of you letting go of the files just yet. The look in his eyes is different than you have ever seen but you can't pinpoint what it is he is feeling.

You finally let go of the files. “ I guess I should head home”, you say.

“ Have a nice night Y/L/N”, he smiled as he faced back down to the papers in front of him.

You said your goodbye and as soon as you were out the door you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

You headed to the parking garage to find Rossi there.

“ Hey bella, whatcha doing here so late, i thought you would be home by now or with the girls”, Rossi asks.

“  I had a file that was kicking my butt, needed to get it done”, you laughed as you loaded up your car with your bags,

“ You could have put it off and done it later. That's what I do”, Rossi chuckles.

“I am very forgetful and being the forgetful person I am I left my phone inside. Have a good night”, you grumbled.

“ Good night Bella”, he laughs as he gets into his car and drives away.

You go back inside to get your phone and as you look up to Hotch’s office you see the window blind is drawn.

He must have left and you missed him on his way out, you thought to yourself.

You grab your phone and head back to your home, ready for this day to be over. But then realization strikes you. You left your keys inside the car.

Oh life why must it be so cruel. You lean against your car trying to figure out what to do. You can't call an uber or taxi because you don't have access to any money.

You can't call the girls because by now they are probably drunk.

Spencer doesn't have a car and he has your spare car key for the days where you let him borrow your car,

Derek has a date night tonight and Rossi probably is going to go meet up with his mysterious woman.

That leaves Hotch and there's no way you could call him. Everything is telling you not to.

You hover over his name on your phone trying to gather the courage. What if he is with Jack? You can't bother that father-son bonding time.

So distracted by your thoughts you didn't hear someone walk up to you.

“ Y/L/N/, what are you still doing here”, the person asks.

“ Hotch? Just the person I was about to call”, you say giving a tight lip smile.

“ You were about to call me?’, he questions

You let out a big sigh, “ Yes, I might be kinda locked out of my car.”

He looks down and you could see henis trying to hide a smile.

“ HEY, this isn't funny”, you pout.

“ It kinda is, come on you can stay at my place for the night”, he amusingly says.

“ Stay at your place?”, you question.

“ Well I figured if you left your keys inside your car, you must have also forgotten your house key”, he says

“ Yeah you right”, you mumble

He gestures to you in the passenger seat, being a gentleman and opening the door for you.

As he drives, silence takes over until you decide to speak up.

“ Thanks a lot for this by the way. I was so sure you were home already”, you sincerely said.

“ It's no problem, and why would you think that?”, he asks, eyes still focused on the road.

“ I was already about to head home when I forgot my phone, went back inside to grab it and saw your blinds drawn. I figured you left”, you yawn. The lack of sleep is finally catching up with you.

“ Oh, I guess since I was alone in the office there was no point in having my window open”, he shrugs.

You just nod and look at the window. The night was setting in and it looked very pretty outside. You slowly started to shut your eyes, drifting off to sleep. When all of a sudden the car came to a harsh stop.

“ Sorry, I saw you were asleep and thought this would wake you up”, he says.

“ You could have just shaken me awake”, you grumble.

“ I know but what's the fun in that?”he smiles.

Oh the way he smiles. It always makes him look younger and attractive as hell.

He leads you inside the house, “ So I am not the best at hosting, Jack’s over with Jess working on a big project. I have a bunch of mac and cheese boxes and frozen dino nuggets”, he suggested.

“ It's fine Hotch, I am just tired. I really want to sleep and forget this day, if that's okay with you”, you stumble out.

“ Yeah it's okay. Um, so here's the guest room. Toothbrushes are under the sink and I can scrounge up some clothes for you to sleep in, if you want?”, he softens.

“ Im fine, I can sleep in this' ', you gesture to your clothes,” I don't want to be an inconvenience anymore”.

“ You can never be an inconvenience, it's nice to have someone in the house who isn’t current;ly obsessed with Spiderman.”, he smiles

“ Well I am more of a Captain America girl afterall”, you joke.

“ Good night Y/N’, he says before turning to his run.

“ Good night… Aaron’’, you whisper.

Entering the guest bedroom you feel tired immediately. As you lay on the bed you can smell Aaron on the bed, his cologne hitting you. Your mind was tired but all of a sudden now Hotch was on your mind. It's hard to sleep knowing that he is in the room next to you,

Unconsciously your hand travels down to your pants. Feeling how wet you are through your underwear. You shouldn’t be doing this, you know you should be, Especially since Hotch is such a light sleeper. You pull your underwear down and as you slip one of your fingers through your folds, your other free hand goes to cover your hand. Trying to cover any squeal that will involuntarily come out.

As your fingers slip up to your nub you can't help the little moan that comes out. You enter a finger into yourself, bucking your hips. Trying to hurry up and find release.

At this point you are bouncing up and down. Your plan is to get yourself off and finally go to sleep. As you curl your fingers into yourself you think of it being his hand instead of yours. You accidentally moan out, “ Aaron”.

You stop your actions at the expense of Hotch waking up, for going your release.

What you didn't know is that Hotch has gotten up to check on you after your first accidentally slip up. He was scared you were having a nightmare, after many years at said job he knows how traumatizing those nightmares can be. He couldn't sleep anyways, he too was having impure thoughts about you knowing you were there in his bed.

His face flushed at seeing you, he tried to turn away but the moonlight was hitting you just right and the way your face was contorted made him so hard.

He felt guilty, but he kept seeing you chase your release and wanted to see you fall apart. But when he heard you moan his name out he was in shock. Never imagined a situation like this and even more that you would be moaning his name. He has had feelings for you since the day you walked in for your interview.

And now your face is beet red, even in the dark he can see how red you are. Trying to cover yourself up. You never got your release, and now he wanted nothing but more to make you fall apart with his hands.

He walks up to you and your eyes open wide in shock. You are exposed to him.

‘’ Aaron, what- what are you doing here’’, you stutter

“ Y/N, tell me to stop and I will. Tell me you don't want this to happen. We will go back to how we used to be, forget this happened”, he whispers.

You looked puzzled until he inserted a finger into your folds.

“ Aaron, oh, Aaron! Please don't stop.”, you exclaim.

“ Oh princess! I won't stop. But I need to hear your pleas”, he smirks, giving you a peck leaving you wanting more.

You move yourself up to capture his lips onto yours but he pulls away.

“ Uh uh little girl, I said I wanted you to plead, now plead”, he asks.

He continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you.

“ Aaron, please oh please. You don't know how long I have wanted you”, you cry out.

“ Oh princess, you don't know how much I have wanted you too”,he says leaning in to give you the kiss you have desired.

It was long and meaningful, so much passion and so much feeling.

“ You are so wet for me, what's this huh?” he purrs

“ I am wet for you, it's all for you. Now i need you”, you moan out gripping hard at the bed sheets around you.

“ I didn't hear a please”, he warns.

His fingers leave you and you let out a whine. You were so close to orgams for the second time today but no release.

You let out a whine.

“ Patiences princess”, he says as you see him move to take off his sweats.

Through the darkness you can almost see his figure, he looks so hard and long and you can't wait for him to be inside you.

“ Are you ready for me?”, he ask

You eagerly nod.

“ Uh uh, words please”, he smiles down on you.

“ Yes, Aaron! Please! Fill me up!”, you squeal.

“ Anything for you princess, but this was your third warning after everything”, he smirks

He gives you no warning as he thrusts into you.

“ oH, OH, “, you moan

Hearing your moans he thrusts harder into you, hitting you just right.

“ You close baby?”, he groans.

“Mhmm”, you mumble.

“ Me too, me too. You feel so good wrapped around me.You don't know how long I've wanted this, since the day you walked in with that tiny skirt and tight shirt.”, he grumbles loudly.

“ Can I come, I want to come. I NEED to come”, you plead.

“ Come for me my princess, I am right behind you”, he moans finally hitting his own release

You unravel before him. He sees your face fall apart and it turns him on so much that he releases mere seconds after you,

He pulls out of you. Both of your breaths are heavy after that.

‘ Should we talk about this?’, you pant.

He lays down next to you and pulls you close to his chest.

“ We should, but not tonight. I just want to FINALLY hold you in my arms”, he kisses your forehead.

You fall asleep in each other's arms. Not sure of what's next to come. But oh are you glad that you forgot your keys.

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I Love He Who Shall Not Be Named

A/N: This is not a Harry Potter fic. The guy in the fic has no name so you can imagine any character you wish

Warnings: one bad word

“Stop! Stop treating me like a child. Just because I am younger doesn't mean I don't know my feelings. Doesn't mean I don't understand what love is!”, you exclaimed.

He stood there in shock.  Not moving. No words. You have never yelled, let alone had an outburst like this.

You take steps closer to him. Emotions boiling.

“ Love is the feeling of happiness.” step. 

“ Love is the feeling of comfort.” step 

 “Love is the feeling of never having enough of that person and wanting more.” step

“ Love is the feeling of being able to do anything because you have that person by your side.” step

“ Love is the feeling of hope and wonder.” step

“ Love is the feeling I get when I look at you”, you exhaled as you took one final step. 

Standing right in front of him. Breathing heavy as the anxiety builds up. Pouring your heart out to the man in front of you. Only for him to possibly reject you.

He hasn't stopped staring at you since yo began talking. His eyes almost drilling a hole into you. There’s no meaning behind his face. It was impossible to read. What could be going on in that head of his?!

You were reading to give up on him, on each other. You said your piece, what was done was done. 

Then he slowly lifts his hand to caress your cheek. The other hand goes around your waist pulling you close to his body. You can hear his heart racing. Or maybe that's yours?  

“ Y/n”, he whispers. 

He moves his face down to yours. So dreadfully slow, but you two indulge in a kiss so meaningful and so passionate. His lips were your new addiction. Hoping you never had to give it up.

He pulls aways and embraces you in a hug. “ If it isn't clear, I love you Y/N.” 

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How We Got Here

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A/N: still working on other stories, but had a dream about this so I had to write it.

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: fluff and angst

You had an itch, a problem per se. You needed everyone to like you.  So you tried really hard. To smile, be happy, be likable. 

You never faced a problem of someone not liking you, at least not until recently. Not until you met the one and only Steve Rogers. Or how you liked to call him Mr. Perfect. Perfect in the way he smiles. Perfect in the way he cares. Perfect in the way he is America's golden boy. You two could have been friends. Maybe if the situation was different. 

You joined the avengers not so long ago. With your training as an agent and your bad-ass powers of mind-control. You were the best candidate to join the elite superheroes.  Besides all that you had a talent. A talent with technology. 

Your obsession began when you accidentally broke your dad’s computer at the age of 12. You were so determined to put it back together before he could find out. In doing so you used some spare parts from your also broken Nintendo console and upgraded his computer.  You were considered a prodigy from that point.

A plan was set for you. You were going to become a computer engineer. With the support of your parents, you continue your studies all through college. And a month before graduation Hydra found you. 

They wanted you and they werent going to stop until they had you. Your parents so valiantly fought them. But at the end, they lost the battle and you, well you lost your parents. 

Hydra had a hold of you. They experiment on you like crazy. You were going to be their new super weapon. As much as they tried to turn you. You wouldnt let them, you would be their rag doll to use and abuse. You weren’t about to let your parents die in vain for you to become a monster. 

What felt like centuries of being locked up were actually a month. A month when Nick Fury came bursting in and saved you.  After a much needed shower and sleep, Fury and you had a chat. 

You didnt know how to repay him for what he had done for you, you should have chosen better words than that. Because sooner or later he was asking to train you, use your powers for good. How could you say no to the man who saved you?

Two years of training, Fury took you to meet the Avenger. You arent going to lie, you fangirled hard over them. They were all so welcoming. Even Steve. 

Fury made it your new assignment to learn from them, which meant you were going to  be staying in the compound.  

It was a lot to get used to. You mostly stayed by Wanda’s side. Occasionally you and Peter would train together. Tony was more of a mentor. And Nat loved playing around with your powers. But Steve and you had never had a chance to interact other than the welcoming party.

You really wanted to be friends with him. There was so much you wanted to say but always bite your tongue when he’s around. A friendship could blossom or better yet could have. 

The possibility of a relationship flew out the window when he overheard a conversation you had with Tony one early morning. You wanted to give the compound a technical upgrade. Including everyone suits and equipment. Tony was intrigued, not because he never thought of that because he has, but because of how bold you were. 

You had so much faith in your skills and Tony respected that. He agreed to let you mess around with some of the equipment for starters. You were smiling, you were excited like a child who had too much candy and was on a sugar high. But that sugar high came crashing down as soon as Steve made his appearance.

How could you forget the conversation. The way he yelled. 

“Excuse you! You can't just come in here and demand for change. Our dynamic works, it has worked for a while. I dont know who you think you are but you dont get to mess with our equipment and you certainly dont get to mess with MY team”

His voice rang throughout the whole compound and the image of his nostrils flaring as he yelled haunted you for weeks. 

It still haunts you. You hate being yelled at. Tony told you to ignore him,  that he is too “perfect” for his own good, but even all perfect people have their flaws and his way technology. Hence the name Mr. Perfect. 

Tony and the rest of the gang kept encouraging your journey well all except Steve. Your fighting got better and you were proud to say you were finally in control of your power. 

It was their pleasure to finally declare you one of them. As you all party Steve stood there scowling. Not even Bucky could wipe that scowl off his face as he had a mouth full of cherries. 

You weren’t going to let him get the better of you. If he wanted to be snarky you would be snarky. If he wanted to be cold you would be cold. 

That became your new routine. He pushed you, you pushed back harder. From bumps in the hallways to calling him Mr. Perfect every time you can. 

The team thought you guys would get over this, that over time you two would learn to get along.  But you were always at each other's throats. Missions become harder and harder when there’s a constant argument. 

You werent like this. You knew that but that man was just too infuriating to do nothing about it. 

Currently you were on a way back from a mission with Nat. You two were sent to stop a shipment of guns from being delivered. As smoothly as it was going, Steve was on the comms just nagging how it should have been him and Nat out there. You turned off your comms, knowing the earful you are going the get when you arrive back.

As you walked into the kitchen, there was Steve nursing a glass of what seemed to be bourbon and tapping his foot. You knew what was going to happen. 

Nat made a B-line for her room, not wanting to hear the argument that's about to go down.

You stood in the middle of the room thinking of all the comebacks you can. Ready to fire at any moment. Steve stood up from his seat and made his way towards you. His jaw was set and his fists were clenched. 

He stalked over you and you suddenly felt small.  His stare was burning through you, you have never seen him like this. You looked down at your feet but Steve stopped that movement and he grabbed your chin with his hand forcefully to make you look at him. 

With your chin in his hand he had a full view of your face. As he looked at you, his demeanor changed. The tension in his body was gone, the look on his face soften and the force in his hand was replaced with a gentle touch. 

“ Who?”, he asked.

You were confused, “ who what?”

“ The bruise under your eye, who did that”, he asked, a little more annoyed this time.

He noticed the bruise? It's so small it doesnt even hurt, you forgot it even happened.

“ Oh, that bruise. The mob boss Sergio showed up. It surprised us and in our state of surprise he sucker punched me in the face and got away. But dont worry we got control of the shipment, we will get him eventually”, you stammer out.

He lets go of your face and takes out his phone. He turns around,  “ Tony, yes it's me. Apparently Sergio, the mob boss got away. I need all focus on him, can you do that? Okay thanks!”

“ What was that”, you surprisingly ask. 

His focus goes back to you, “ No one hurts my team and gets away with it”

He turns around to walk away. But stops in his tracks when he hears you murmur, “ You hurt me everyday with your words''

He goes back towards you. “ My words are never meant to hurt you, Y/N,”

“ But they have, since the moment we met.  I let it happen but then I had enough and started to talk back. If one thing I learned from my parents is to always fight back”, you quietly stated. Looking down at your feet shifting weight from one foot to another.

All that energy to fight back was gone. You needed answers. 

He grabbed your face, cradling it between his two hands. This time there was no force but it was a touch so soft, so warming, so welcoming.

“ No words can describe how sorry I am. I let my emotion get the better of me.  You joined the team and you were everything I am not. The person I am is thanks to a serum. But you, you have it all. You have the strength, the smarts and the beauty”, he sincerely apologizes.

“ Beauty?” you question looking into his eyes. Using his eyes are filled with what looks like hate, but right now they are filled with something more, could it be love?

“ I dont deserve this but if you allow me”, he asks, leaning closer. 

You know what he is asking and you too want it.  The ball is in your court.  You move your body closer to him and he takes that as an indication to smash his lips onto yours.

The kiss starts off rough, like you are in need of each other. But it becomes softer and more passionate. An apology in itself. Both of you cant and wont pull away. You were deprived of each other for so long. 

Now you knew, Steve Rogers did like you. Maybe a little more than you would ever imagine.

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Just got rejected from the school of my dream

Gonna cry all night,, yay

At least this will bring up some emotions to write some fanfic

#sad #rejected #college #imma cry all night #great fanfic inspo #ahhhhh #fanfic