#y’all can thank haley for this one

[cavillsbitch]

Are You Sure?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X BAU!Fem!Reader (use of y/n)

Summary: You find yourself in a very precarious situation with your freshly divorced boss…

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI!!! Smut ahead!!! p in v sex, protected sex, detailed descriptions of sex, let me know if i missed any

A/N: This is coming at y’all out of nowhere, I have been stewing on a series and in lieu of me not having time yet to get started on that, this was born. Also, sorry if there are any weird spaces below… mobile app post hehehehehehe. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.3k

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Of all the places you thought you might be this Friday night, naked underneath your boss in his bed wasn’t one of them.

The only thing you could hear was your own panting breath and the soft sound of his hips connecting with yours as he buried himself into you over and over again. You could barely think straight, one hand gripping his sheets and the other holding onto him for dear life. A little while ago, the two of you were out with the team for drinks after a case, and Hotch could tell you weren’t really feeling it. He’d offered to give you a ride home, and somewhere along the way you’d rerouted to his for a nightcap. Neither of you were particularly drunk, but you were thankful for the liquid confidence (and his) when he made the first move. He’d asked repeatedly if it was okay and if you’d wanted him to stop, knowing that he was your boss and that you knew he’d just finalized his divorce from Haley. You seemed to notice his flirting (that Emily and Derek continually pointed out to you, no matter how many times you’d brushed them off and said they were seeing something that wasn’t there) a little bit when him and Haley were separating, but you’d never ever think he was actually attracted to you, let alone to the point where he’d want to sleep with you, and yet…

The feeling of him inside you was more than you could have ever fantasized about (and you did fantasize about it). Not only did he take his time devouring you first, making you come twice with his mouth and fingers, but he made sure you were well enough aroused to be in nothing but total ecstasy when he was ready to fuck you. Every single stroke felt so fucking good. He was perfect. Well… perfectly sized for pleasure. Great in bed. Not perfect. Not… whatever.

“H-Holy… shit, Hotch…” your eyes screwed shut and your jaw fell slack as you heard him chuckle and groan.

“I think… we’re at the point where you can… call me Aaron, darling… don’t you think?” his pace slowed a bit, truthfully because he was close and didn’t want to be finished just yet, but he wanted to give you a moment to respond to him.

You opened your eyes and found his. God, what a dangerous moment. The look is his eye as he lazily fucked into you wasnt anything you could have prepared yourself for. You tried avoiding eye contact this whole time, and you were almost successful. You knew what would happen if you held his gaze, and here you were. You knew you’d be confronted with thoughts that you’d been successfully suppressing for a long while now, thoughts you’d only let brew when you allowed yourself to think about your boss in a way that you knew you had no right to, especially because they began well before he was even separated from his now ex-wife. The desire to open up to him right now about how you feel was right on your tongue. You wanted to tell him how sexy he looked with his hair all messed up, especially from your fingers running through and pulling it as he ate you out. You wanted so badly to tell him that his face looks much better being flushed from sex rather than being flushed from your typical daily compliments. Dare you tell him that you think you love him? What a stupid, stupid idea. You decided that it’s definitely best not to say anything, maybe ever, and just respond to what he asked you.

“Are you…” you stopped to sigh, the pleasure was still too much and you wanted to last for him, “… are you sure?”

You watched his eyes half-lid as he brought your right leg to rest on his shoulder. He leaned down to you further, allowing himself a new angle to thrust into you. His pace picked up again, and this time, you saw fucking stars. You tried, but couldn’t help the loud sound of your pleasure escape from your throat. You’ve never been fucked like this, and you knew he could probably tell, which you decided you’d curse yourself for later.

You could feel the air from his lips as he spoke right next to your ear, “Does it feel like I’m sure, Y/N?”

You nodded quickly, your arms now coming around him under his arms to hold on to his back, surely leaving marks with your nails. “Y-Yes… God Aaron, yes.”

You couldn’t help but notice that he seemed to be affected by your use of his first name, responding with only a low and breathy moan. He drove you so close to your third orgasm, and you could tell he was close too. His name fell from your lips again as you tried to speak, “I’m… Aaron I-I think I’m gonna..”

He panted and kept his pace, “I’ve got you, sweetheart, g-give it to me.”

The moment that your orgasm hit you nearly blinded you for a few seconds. The brightness of the pleasure your body felt was something you were sure was once in a lifetime. It affected your entire body, legs now shaking and back arched against the mattress. The pleasure kept coming as Aaron thrust into you. You didn’t even hear yourself nearly weep as you came, your pussy contracting strongly around Aaron’s rigid cock.

“That’s it, that’s a good… good girl,” Aaron stuttered as he followed close behind you with his own peak. His thrusts became sloppy, still trying to ride you through your high, as he drove into you once more with a loud groan. You whimpered as you came down, still feeling yourself ebb through pleasure as Aaron stayed inside you. The two of you breathed heavily together, locked eyes as Aaron smiled lazily at you. Goddammit. You were so fucked. Fucked.

He gestured toward your leg on his shoulder, silently asking for permission to move you so he could adjust and start to clean himself up. You nodded, trying not to make a sound as his cock left you. You didn’t think you were quite ready to move yet, but you tried to at least scooch yourself up by your elbows to begin coming back to reality.

Aaron stood, taking off the condom while making his way toward the bathroom in his bedroom. You watched him, getting a more normal view of his naked body, and for some reason you felt guilty for looking.

You shook your head, pushing the feeling away as you looked for your clothes on the floor. As you sat up, Aaron came out of the bathroom and grabbed a pair of sweats to put on. You stood, “Do you mind if I…” you gestured toward the bathroom asking silently.

Aaron smiled again, “Of course not, whatever you need. I have extra toothbrushes in the bottom right drawer,” he began walking toward the door with you, showing you, “If you want to shower, I have extra towels here.”

You nodded, deciding that would probably be a good idea. Smiling at him, you thanked him. He held your gaze, brushing your hair behind your ear, and leaned down to kiss you. It was brief, but surprising. He pulled away from you with a goofy looking smirk on his face, leaving you in the bathroom.

-

After your shower, you left the bathroom in a towel, and found your clothes folded nicely on the armchair in the corner of the bedroom. Aaron was in bed, reading glasses on, looking at a file by the light of his bedside table lamp. He looked up to you as you emerged, but you’d already made your way to the pile of clothes and started to get dressed.

“You can borrow something of mine to sleep in, if you need,” he said. You could tell this was his way of asking the question, ‘are you staying?’ and you weren’t sure what your response should be. Obviously he wouldn’t have framed it that way if he didn’t want you to stay, but did he feel obligated to offer? You knew you didn’t really have time to think about it, so you decided not to.

“I think I’m going to call an uber back to my place, actually. I’ve got some things to take care of pretty early tomorrow.”

Aaron was very good at his job. Aaron could absolutely tell that you probably don’t have something to do tomorrow that early, and that you don’t want to stay over. You hope he can also tell that it’s not necessarily because you don’t want to, but because you aren’t 100% comfortable yet, even if you don’t get a chance to become comfortable.

He set down his file and stood, “Let me drive you, don’t pay for an uber.” He made his way to grab a t-shirt and slipped on comfortable slipper-like shoes to wear in the car.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind getting an uber, Aaron, I don’t want to make you leave just to drive me home.”

Grabbing a jacket from his closet, he shrugged it on and walked over toward you. Without warning, he leaned down to your ear, delicately pushing your hair on the opposite side over your shoulder and caging you in with his hand then on the wall behind you, “Does it feel like I’m sure… Y/N?” he smiled at you slyly as he pushed himself off of the wall and walked past you out of the bedroom. You felt heat rise in your tummy and cheeks as you sighed and shook your head. What the hell were you getting yourself into? Following him, you grabbed your bag, slipped on your coat and shoes, and followed him to the car.

-

The short drive to your apartment was overall quiet, but as you were turning the corner onto your street, you knew you had to start the conversation. “Sorry for not staying the night… to be completely honest I wasn’t expecting you to offer.”

Aaron shifted to lean on the center console and nodded, “It’s alright, I know that tonight’s events overall seemed a bit unexpected. Hopefully you’re not dissapointed, though.” You turned to him, noticing the cocky smirk on his lips. Asshole.

You rolled your eyes and he laughed. There was a beat of silence before you spoke again. “Are we… do you want to just act as if nothing happened tonight? At work, I mean… and outside of work if that’s what you want.”

You wanted to smack yourself in the face for letting your thoughts out so freely. Your anxiety surrounding this part of the situation definitely was getting the better of you, and you weren’t sure what he wanted, which made things so much worse. As the car slowed in front of your building, Aaron put the car in park as you waited for his response. You knew he was thinking about what he wanted to say, which obviously made you even more nervous.

“Y/N, I know you realize that… this is a slightly complicated situation.” You nodded, urging him to continue, “I need you to understand that since Haley and I separated… it’s taken a lot of my own will power to keep myself from you.”

Everyone on the team knew that one of its strongest members was its leader, Aaron Hotchner. Hearing him confess that he’s had a hard time keeping himself away from you was a statement you could never have expected. You knew he was flirtatious toward you, no matter how much you denied it to yourself. You knew he was soft for you, you knew he favored you in appropriate ways, and you knew that the team noticed. You just wished that you let yourself see it. Maybe you’d have to start, that is, if he wanted you to.

“I… I loved and still have love for Haley, she is the mother of my son and the woman that I thought I would love for my entire life. Coming to terms with that not being the case has been hard. I would do anything for Jack, you know that. I don’t mean to tell you things you already know, but while things are still being worked out custody wise, and while we work out a way to tell the team and… Strauss, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to pursue you publicly. I need you, though, to understand that I want to when I can, if you’ll let me… and that I’d like to continue to see you privately, if that’s something you want.” Another beat of silence, “I like you… more than I should, more than I care to admit to myself. I think about you, I want to be around you when I can be. I… want you.”

You nodded, trying to hide a smile. “May I speak freely, sir?”

Something in his eyes seemed to darken at the formality, “You may, agent.”

“I want you, I have for a long time. I would really like to continue… whatever this is, whatever you want this to be, however you want to.”

The lustful look in Aaron’s eye turned briefly into fondness, you believe, if you caught it right. He reached for your hand and gave it a light squeeze, “I know this isn’t ideal for you, and I know it will be hard to keep this from the team. Are you sure?”

You adjusted yourself to lean into him and kiss him unexpectedly with fervor, a kiss that made him brace himself on the steering wheel and grasp the back of your head for reassurance. He grunted as you leaned him further back, returning the kiss so fiercely that you had half a mind to ask him inside with you.

You let yourself pull back just slightly to speak, lowly but clearly, “Does it feel like I’m sure, Aaron?”

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[snailmail444]

After reading the Masturbationen headcanons for the Bachelors… Can we get masturbation headcanons for the bachelorettes? 🫶🏻

Bachelorette Masturbation Headcannons

18+ 🌱 NSFW 🌱 MDNI

This took soooo long. So so long. But it’s HERE! I’ll probably be double posting today since the poll said post as I finish and I actually have two asks done hehe. Hope y’all are ready for a double feature! NSFW under the cut!

Penny-

🧡 It’s all or nothing for penny. Either her mom is out and she’s got all the time in the world, or her mom is home and she can’t hide a damn thing.

🧡 Luckily Pam has a solid routine every night, so Penny has been able to find time for herself when the mood strikes.

🧡 It’s not a usual occurrence for Penny. She’s got a lot of deep-seated repression that makes it tough for her to follow through on any sexual urges. She’s still undoing the small-town-youth dynamic that it’s dirty and shameful for women to pleasure themselves.

🧡 Sometimes though she’ll be reading fanfic (because let’s be so real you know she does), and she can’t ignore the ache in her center anymore.

🧡 Bites down on her lip and edges her bottoms off anxiously, still a little worried someone might jump out of the shadows and damn her in the name of Yoba for sinning.

🧡 Settles in pretty fast though, and lets herself get lost in the story. Pretends she’s the character being ravaged, typically in a highly romantic setting.

🧡 Penny seems like a total pillow humper to me. Gets all flushed and red and tries to muffle her moans as she grinds against the fabric.

🧡 Really sensitive so she doesn’t need much more than that. Maybe a free hand to play with her breast, but honestly not even that.

🧡 One and Done. The guilt sets in and she feels embarrassed all over once she finishes, so she throws everything in to wash and showers off the evidence ASAP.

Maru-

💜 Doesn’t have a ton of personal space/boundaries during the day. She has to wait until nighttime to even think of letting off some steam (thanks, Demetrius)

💜 Once she’s certain her parents are asleep—thank god Sebastian doesn’t ever leave his room, the night owl—Maru climbs down into the privacy of her workshop and allows herself to unwind.

💜 Maru is a woman in STEM. A gadget queen, if You will.

💜 She only has a couple of toys, but they’re high-end splurges. Quality over quantity.

💜 Could make her own if she really wanted to, but she’s got more robotics projects on her plate than she can finish. The last thing she wants is to have to wait to finish making her sex toy before having fun with it.

💜 Her favorite is just a plain blue toy that looks unassuming, but it feels like it’s thrusting inside her, and she can just lay back and enjoy it.

💜 Girls arms and wrists are tired after a day of engineering, so it’s a lifesaver to not have to do that work herself. All she wants is to feel fucked full and nothing else.

💜 Maru’s mind is always going, which is good and bad when she’s trying to get off. On the one hand, it makes for some vivid fantasies. On the other, sometimes she doesn’t want to have to think at all.

💜 Her fantasies are often of whirlwind, desperate romances. Stolen away in the nearest closet, shoved up against a tree, spread out on top of her workbench. She dreams of reckless, passionate, I need you this minute sex. It gets her so wet she’s soaking.

💜 On the days when she wants her brain to go quiet, she’ll make sure to keep going until she’s cum three or four times. Until her ears are ringing and her body is completely exhausted. Kind of a stamina queen, to be honest.

💜 She sleeps like a baby on those nights.

Emily-

💙 Lowkey I think Emily would be a licensed sex therapist.

💙 She’s very well educated in the importance of sexual health. For her it’s a spiritual practice of keeping herself balanced.

💙 Haley’s home like all the time which sucks, but she gets an okay amount of privacy regardless because their rooms are on opposite sides of the house.

💙 Lights incense that has properties good for sexual energy or something I dunno.

💙 Has a (body safe!) crystal wand that she fucks herself with.

💙 Loves how cool it feels at first and the fact that it warms to match her body temperature.

💙 Little miss active imagination doesn’t need porn or anything, she just gets right the hell off on her fantasies.

💙 As for what she fantasizes about? Girl goes wild thinking about having three or four partners. Ideally it’s three or four people all focused on pleasing her, every sensation hands and mouths and skin on skin—she gets really hot thinking about it.

💙 Her nipples are really sensitive so she makes sure to stimulate them a lot, pretending she has someone to focus on each one individually.

💙 Enjoys being present with her body and engages her senses. Really wants to sit with all the sensations and draw them out.

💙 Doesn’t cum every time, but that’s not the point for her. Unless she’s specifically trying to cum, it’s an added bonus. Something nice, but not necessary. It’s all about the journey for Emily.

Leah-

💚 Leah has it MADE in terms of getting off.

💚 Queen of living alone in the woods.

💚 Full privacy. Loud noise never carries from the solid insulation and the dampening of the trees. She can’t full out scream without being heard, but almost.

💚 Has a collection of dildos she’s made herself out of scrap wood. She started making them as a joke, but then she was like actually…this could be great for me.

💚 Don’t worry, she’s taken great care in making sure they’re body safe. Made with love and all that.

💚 Her favorites are the ones that she’s left knots on. A smooth fuck is nice, but she loves the added sensation from the bumps.

💚 Her internet isn’t great, but she’s lucky to have a collection of artsy porn films. Again, something that started as more of a fascination, but to be honest it’s super hot.

💚 One in particular is her favorite, with a long shot of eating pussy. It’s supposed to be a love story, the way it’s framed, but more than anything it’s just hot. Reminds her of some of the best oral she’s ever gotten.

💚 Takes her a long time to get off, but she’s learned not to rush it. She’ll finish when she finishes, and it’s always worth it.

💚 Needs a nice, long, relaxing shower afterwards, and unwinds with a cup of herbal tea.

Haley-

🩷 Emily is gone a lot working at the bar until late, so she doesn’t have to worry about finding time.

🩷 Definitely has a collection of toys for whatever mood she’s in.

🩷 Quality AND Quantity babe Haley will not deny herself pleasure.

🩷 Absolutely will treat herself too. A nice glass of wine and some mood lighting. Big fan of setting the vibe (pun intended).

🩷 Soft BDSM girlie. Adores any porn where the sub ends up a whiny desperate mess

🩷 It’s an ego trip. She absolutely wants to think that whoever she’s with would be reduced to absolute pathetic begging for her.

🩷 She finishes faster than she would like sometimes, so she’s mastered the art of edging.

🩷 She’s not gonna put all that effort in for nothing. If she’s set taking her time to enjoy herself she’s going to be TAKING her TIME.

🩷 Finds it really hot to be able to watch herself so sometimes she’ll set up in front of her floor-length mirror. Not as good as it is with a partner, but it’s got a similar draw.

🩷 Really quiet when she cums, her cheeks flushed and a gasp stuck in her chest while her body seizes with pleasure.

🩷 Might go a couple more times depending on how hot and bothered she is.

Abigail-

🖤 Abby has the least privacy out of the bachelorettes.

🖤 Her situation isn’t horrible (read: better than Sam’s), but she’s always got low-grade anxiety that she’s going to be caught and absolutely mortified.

🖤 Never home alone either, but Stardew girls make do. Waits up until midnight or later and makes sure to be radio silent just in case her dad is roaming around.

🖤 Once she gets into it though…she gets into it.

🖤 Little miss visual aid over here be Watching porn. She almost can’t get off without it. She CAN but she doesn’t want to. Which is so real of her.

🖤 LOVES videos of people getting themselves off. Solo masturbation videos are so hot to her because it feels like a steamy mutual session when she touches herself.

🖤 Totally ends up imagining past experiences or current crushes taking up the same as the person in the video. Pleasuring themselves while she watches and watching her get off too…she’s practically gone.

🖤 Sometimes she likes to watch really hardcore, desperate railing if she’s feeling particularly needy or submissive. Every now and again she just wants to be told she’s hot, get spanked, and fucked within an inch of her life. Girl me too the fuck—

🖤 Gets off pretty fast and once just because of the anxiety thing. If she had more peace of mind it would be a marathon for her because with the adventure training she’s got stamina for days.

🖤 Still sleeps way better after and ends up having some very, very pleasant dreams with all of that imagination fuel.

#stardew valley #sdv #writing #stardew valley fanfic #sdv fanfic #sdv headcanons #stardew valley penny #stardew valley maru #stardew valley Emily #stardew valley haley #stardew valley Abigail #sdv penny #sdv maru #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv abigail #sdv imagines #stardew valley headcanons #MDNI #n.sfw // #ao3 #asks

[apollyonsdarksecrets]

The Lead Up And The Follow Through

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five , Part Six, Part Seven

Summery: She’s reserved, emotionally cut off, and spiraling down a dark path; one she can’t get out of on her own. Aaron Hotchner may be her only help, but at what cost? When he shows up to her hotel room, contact in hand, she realizes it may be more than what she bargained for.

Warning: 18+ Only MDNI SMUT. Language, BDSM, Dom Aaron, emotionally detached reader, typical CM violence, childhood trauma, abusive father figure, age gap (reader 25 Aaron 40) doesn’t line up with a specific time line, use of Y/n because story is set in 3rd person for the first half then switches POV, last name for reader is Smith,

Specific Chapter Warnings: more sugar daddy Aaron, collaring (squeeeee) Aaron being a tease, reader getting dressed up, Haley and Jack mentioned, mentions of eating, alcohol, spanking, fingering (f receiving), orgasm ( f receiving) crying, after care, Let me know if I missed anything!

AN: There is a lot to unpack in this chapter obviously! The story will have about one to two more parts, I seriously can’t thank y’all enough for the support and love thrown my way, y’all make a girl cry 😭💜

4 Years Ago.

She stares down at the book in her hand, after hours of studying she can barely keep the words from swimming around the pages. It’s late, or rather early, her final tests in the afternoon and she’s cramming whatever she can in. Her anxiety peaking with each tick of the clock on the wall.

The last few years have all worked up to this point, graduating with her masters in child psychology and becoming an FBI agent. Years she has spent isolated yet focused on her one goal, her one chance to become more than what everyone thought she could be.

Y/n rubs at her eyes, taking a steadying breath as she leans back into the wooden chair.

‘I can do this, I can do this, I can-.’

A shrill noise interrupts her thoughts, her entire body jolting in a brief moment of fear as the telephone on the night stand continues to ring. Her eyebrows come together in confused annoyance, wondering who could be calling her at such a ridiculous hour. Stretching out of her chair she’s able to grab the receiver, barely registering the wobble of her chair as she settles back in.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?” A deep scratchy voice comes through, noises beyond the man’s voice making him a little muffled but utterly recognizable. Y/n feels her throat constrict, everything stopping around her, as her heart begins to pound. “Y/n, is dad. I need help. I’ve gotten myself in some trouble.”

She stairs ahead at the wall, unable to focus on whatever is being said as the blood rushes through her ears. Her hands begin to shake, the tremors going from light to violent in a matter of seconds as her father continues to ramble on.

“- I’m at the police station now, they aren’t letting me bail myself I just need you-.”

Y/n doesn’t remember standing, all she realizes is that she is slamming the receiver down with concerning force. Her chest rises and falls quickly, the room spinning around her as she stands rooted to her spot on the dingy hard wood floor of her cheap little apartment.

A million questions will bombard her later. How did he find her? Who tipped him off? When will he call again? But she can’t think of those things now, she can’t dwell on the unknown when the path of her future will be forged in just a few short hours.

Y/n forces her legs to move back to her desk, planting herself in her chair and picking up the book once more. The room doesn’t stop spinning.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Y/n taps her food against the polished floor, her lip worried between her teeth, her eyes darting to the door to the administrator’s office every few minutes. Not unlike the rest of the young adults in the hall along with her.

Some are playing it calmer than she is, then there are some who are practically in tears. A certain brunette is sitting across from Y/n with a wide smile plastered to her face.

“It’s okay, you know.” Melissa Pharway, the girl who peaked in high school and never grew out of her Queen-Bee phase, looks pointedly to Y/n, her shoulders back and her head held high. Y/n only glances her way, not bothering to entice Melissa on because she will do so herself. “Things like this are hard for people with your… background.”

Y/n’s jaw ticks, but she doesn’t respond. Only a few months into school had a rumor spread about where Y/n was from, then it had escalated into how Y/n was able to get into the schools, and things only got hectic from there.

She always thought things couldn’t get any worse after high school. Melissa has proven her wrong.

“It’s sweet, how hard you have tried, but as it’s been said before.” Melissa snorts at her own thoughts, crossing her long legs and leaning back against the cement brick wall. “Some people just aren’t mean to be here. And hey? If you fail? There’s always next year.”

“Y/n Smith?”

Y/n’s head jerks up, the admin, a very short round woman, stands by the door. Y/n stands, wiping her clammy hands down her pants legs before following the woman into her office. The name on the door reading, Suzan Mitchel.

Mrs. Mitchel takes a seat at her large desk, gesturing for Y/n to sit in one of the green wing backed chairs. Her office is decorated with nicknacks from the woman’s life, the walls a deep green and the hardwood floors stained nearly black. The room is honestly cozy, the walls lined with books, and photos.

“Now… You’ve had quite a go these past few years. Making near perfect scores in all of your classes, balancing training for the agency along with your doctoral degree in Psychology.”

Y/n nods her head, her hands clasped in her lap, her eyes trained on the stacks of papers in front of her. Mrs. Mitchel adjusts the glasses resting on her nose before grabbing the first paper on the stack, her steely eye glancing up at the young woman in front of her.

“I’m pleased say it has payed off. You have made valedictorian.”

Y/n’s jaw drops, the first real sense of accomplishment rushing over her. She feels her eyes sting, and she forces herself to take slow breaths to control her emotions.

Mrs. Mitches laughs lightly, passing Y/n’s tests to her with a large smile. “It’s okay to celebrate dear. You deserve it.”

Y/n give her a stoic smile, her lower lip wobbling ever so slightly. “Thank you, ma’am, but the hard work is only just beginning.”

She thanks Mrs. Mitchel as she leaves the office, a confidence in her walk that she has never felt before as she passes the still smug smiling girl from earlier. A moment of bravado steals through her as she slows to a stop, leaning close to Melissa making the girls face scrunch in confusion. “There’s always next year.”

Melissa’s face falls completely, watching as Y/n straightens and marches off, her shoulders thrown back and chin lifted.

*~*~*~*~*~*

3 and 1/2 years ago

Derek Morgan scrubs at his face, staring at the screen in front of him with evident frustration. “I don’t get it.” His voice suddenly so loud beside Y/n makes her eyes flick up, but she says nothing as she continues to scan through her reports. “Strauss wants us doing all of this paper work for what? We never did any of this before.”

Y/n smiles slightly, leaning back in her chair as Prentiss chimes in. “What? Turned off by a little typing? Not enough action for ya?”

Morgan gives you a halfhearted glare, locking his hands behind his head as he mimics Y/n’s relaxed posture. “Now you know damn well I am a man of words.”

“And such big game.” The moment the words slip free of Y/n’s lips her face flushes a dark shade, Morgan’s mouth falling open as Prentiss cackles, slapping her hand over her mouth to muffle the noise. “I’m… I’m sorry that-.”

Before she can say anything else her cellphone rings and Morgan shakes his finger at her sheepish face. “Saved by the bell, girl.”

Y/n flips open her phone without glancing at the screen, pressing it to her ear. “Smith.”

“Y/n, oh thank God.”

Her eyes widen, Morgan’s easy smile falling as they lock eyes. Y/n quickly looks away but it’s too late, the man across from her has noticed. “What’s wrong?”

“I know you’re there look… I need you to listen to me, you dad needs a little help.” Dread drops hard in her stomach like a ball of lead, sending acid up her throat. Her skin is suddenly white as if she’d seen a ghost and Prentiss comes around the desk a the worry etched on Morgan’s face.

“Help?” Y/n’s voice doesn’t sound right to her own ears, distance and hallow.

“I need money, girl. I’m going to lose the house, you’re making it big now. I know you are, you can help your father after all the years I’ve spent helping you.”

Rage. Y/n feels her blood boil, her heart hammering in different parts of her body. She lowers her phone, holding it tight between her hands before snapping it at the hinges. Prentiss jumps slightly at the sudden action, Morgan’s eyebrows shooting up in disbelief.

Y/n stands on surprisingly sturdy legs, dropping the remnants off her phone into the black waste basket beside her desk before rushing off, leaving her coworkers dumbfounded.

Present Day

You’re up well before Aaron calls you, folding your clothes into neat stacks, trying to decide what will fit into your go bag, and what you will have to carry in the bags from the store. The ringer goes off, a short simple melody playing repeatedly until you pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Good morning.” His voice sounds thick with sleep. “Would you like to go get some coffee with me?” The thought of caffeine after being up most of the night, bulling through what was left of your work, and going back to Aaron’s text more times than you would like to count; sounds like heaven to your tired body.

“Uh yeah, I could go for a pick me up.”

There’s shuffling on the other end. “Be there in 15.” The phone goes quiet with a soft beep and you glance at the stacks on your bed. Disrupting your organization, you quickly find a pair of black leggings and a long merlot colored sweater. You change from your night gown, throwing your hair into a messy bun right as his knuckles connect with your door. You snatch your phone and wallet from the table before shoving your sock clad feet into your boots and pulling the door open.

The sight of Aaron looking down at you as soon as you open the door is begging to feel too routine. You close your door firmly then square your shoulders with a deep breath as you turn to face him. “Morning.”

Aaron chuckles and reaches up, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Sounds like your reporting to a firing squad.” You don’t want to say he is wrong.

“I just… I didn’t get a lot of sleep.” Aaron’s raised eyebrow makes you cringe inwardly, realizing you should have used another excuse that wasn’t breaking one of your new rules.

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Just… I’ve been doing a lot of work.” You turn away, fidgeting with your phone and Aaron gives you a small grunt of disapproval, your shoulders tightening. “I’m going to go ahead and assume that’s three?”

“You’re catching on.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Despite the shine of the sun peaking through the clouds it’s still miserably frigid. You both pile into the car as quickly as possible, the first few minutes spent in shivering silence as you wait for the heat to kick in.

Aaron begins pulling out of the parking spot, navigating the parking deck onto the street, his hand resting on the center console close to your thigh. “What was it like where you grew up?” His question snaps your attention away from his long fingers and you scold yourself mentally, turning your gaze to the grey dashboard.

“Pretty quiet I suppose. I’m from a small town in Mississippi, so there were a lot of woods, creeks, things of that sort. My street was pretty sparse, house wise… could shout to your neighbor if you really needed them.” The memories that came along with thinking of your rule little farming town were a mixture of good and bad. Good things being the long days playing in creek beds catching frogs, hiking a little to far into the woods when the leaves changed colors; winter time wondering if snow would fall.

All sunshine before the storm.

Aaron hums beside you. “My home was very suburban. White House’s with white fences.” You look over, he’s smiling faintly and you can’t help studying the sharp angles of his face, the lines around his lips and the crows feet by his eyes. “My brother and I use to get into a lot of trouble, the big city just a half our away, always had our mother on edge.”

“That sounds nice, I guess where I live now is pretty much the low end version of that. There is a back yard for Bruce though, and that’s what really matters in the end.” You say with a shrug, watching the streetlights change. A wave of people cross in front of the car, some on their phones, some talking to others, but most of them with their heads down just trying to get where they are going.

“So you’ve had him since he was a puppy?” Aaron throws on his turn signal as the light changes, pulling onto a busy street.

“I found him when he was maybe two months old. There’s this park I use to go to back home, he came running out of the bushes at me, he looked awful and there was no way I was leaving him as the weather was starting to get cold. Took him straight to the vet and he’s been my boy ever since.”

Aaron glances over at you, catching your eye with a smile. “I’ve never owned any animals, unless you count Jack’s goldfish.”

The thought of SSA Aaron Hotchner leaning over a small fishbowl, shaking a container of food has you smiling. “Depends… have you taught him any tricks?”

Aaron laughs, the noise filling up the space pulling your own chuckle from you as he navigates the street, pulling over as a cozy little coffee shop comes into view.

Inside the air is warm and smells heavily of coffee beans and syrups, there’s a small line and behind the bar are workers hurting to and fro with smiles. The menu is above the register, the different selections printed in colorful chalk making both you and Aaron squint to read it.

“What are you thinking?” He asks, placing his hand on your lower back to usher you forward as the line dwindles. “And don’t just say black coffee.” Your glare is met with a sideways smile.

“Um… well something hot.” You can feel his thumb rubbing slow circles through your sweater, and you wonder if he realizes he’s doing it. “Caramel mocha, extra caramel.”

Aaron grins, pressing in closer to your side. “Sound sweet, like you.”

You scoff loudly looking up into his brown eyes. “Sweet like me? That’s like saying your a bag of sunshine and kittens, doesn’t fit does it?”

Aaron’s grin turns devilish, he dips his head to your ear, warm breath scattering across your cheek as he whispers. “Who said I was talking about your attitude?”

Blood pools in your cheeks, your eyes widening as Aaron straightens and nudges you to the counter. He graciously orders for the both of you, your tongue tied and thoughts boiling, but by the time you both sit at a small table all you can manage is; “That was low.”

“Low? Honey that was just me telling the truth.” He smirks at your glare, enjoying the stain on your skin and the way you squirm in your seat.

You fidget with your hands under the table, eyes dipping away. “That wasn’t supposed to happen…”

“The part where you slapped me or the part where we kissed?”

You gape, leaning across the table to whisper vehemently. “We didn’t kiss, you kissed me. And I didn’t slap you on purpose it was just… instinct. You startled me.”

Aaron scoffs light, his gaze flicking to the pick up counter as a young woman calls out another name. “Glad you didn’t have your gun then.” Before you can snap back Aaron’s name is being called and he’s leaving the table. Letting you stew in your anger as he grabs your drinks. When he returns you look up at him, simmering.

“You’re a jerk.”

“I’ve been called much worse, come on let’s go.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

“Why are we at a shoe store?” Your annoyance leaks into your words as Aaron leads you a few stores down from the coffee shop.

“You need shoes for your dress.” He murmurs, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I have some nice heels at home that would go great with the dress, I don’t need anything else.” You protest, spinning to face him. The street is pretty empty given its a Thursday morning, and you don’t have to fear someone over hearing any potentially scandalous comments.

“Those are at home, you need shoes for dinner tonight… unless you plan on wearing those?” He gives your warn in boots a pointed look, your eyebrows curling in confusion and annoyance.

“When did we agree to go to dinner?”

“When I bought you that dress.”

“That was never brought up!” You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration.

Aaron snags your elbow, leading you towards the doors. “Well it has been now. We are eating at 7.”

Silently you are screaming every foul name you know at him as the doors close behind you both. A happy voice greats you making your head swivel in the direction of the counters. “Good morning! How can I help you?” A young man, possibly a few year older than you leans on the counter with a toothy grin, his dark skin glowing under the fluorescent lights.

Aaron squeezes your elbow, encouraging you to speak. “I’m looking for a pair of heels is all.” The man’s smile doesn’t waver in the slightest as he stands up straight, beckoning you with a long arm.

“Right this way ma’am.”

“You go ahead, I need to run next door and pick something up for tonight.” Aaron turns away from you and you spin around, your hand resting on your hip as you point your coffee at him.

“First you surprise me with a dinner date and now you’re being secretive?”

Aaron throws you a wink over his shoulder as he leaves the store, the mental image of you hurling your drink at the back of his head leaving your hands trembling.

*~*~*~*~*~*

The store clerk, Donavan, was more than happy to show you the different types of heels he had in stock. He was sweet and genuine, if a little too talkative. You’re sure he wins over every customer that comes in with his charming attitude.

By the time Aaron has made it back you’ve settled on a pair of black strapped heels, nothing too over the top and you can wear them with anything. Aaron meets you at the register, wallet in one hand and a small white bag in the other. Your eyebrows raise.

You thank Donavan again as you both leave, stepping back out into the cold. You can’t take your eyes off of the white plastic bag, your curiosity to enticed. “What is it?”

“Hmm?” Aaron replies, pretending not to notice your obvious stare.

Rolling your eyes you drop your empty cup into a trash can as you walk by, moving the shoe bag to your free hand as you gesture to him. “The bag. What is it?” Aaron ignores you as he fishes for the keys in his oversized coat, your annoyance flaring. “Aaron?”

“Curiosity killed the cat, you know?” The cars alarm beeps once as he unlocks it, walking around to pull your door open.

“Satisfaction brought it back.” You finish pointedly, climbing into the passenger seat. Aaron grins down at you before dropping the bag into your lap. He shuts the door and you wait tensely until he’s in the driver seat to open the gift.

Inside is a large red velvet box, the kind only used for jewelry. Tentatively your fingers trace over the lid before you glance up to Aaron, he’s leaning casually against the center consul, but something is swimming in those dark irises. “Go ahead.”

You stuck in a breath and flip the lid, only to have the air stolen from your lungs entirely. A beautiful silver necklace lays atop white fabric, a circular pendant in the center, encrusted with black gems. Looking closer you can see the chain is weaved with black as well. Your finger traces the cool mental in awe.

“Aaron… this is…”

“I hoped you would like it.” His voice is warm and thick as he watches you pluck the necklace from the box and lay it out in your hand.

“I do… I mean it’s so pretty…” You didn’t own jewelry, not that you didn’t find things pretty, it just was never a for thought with the line or work you did. “Thank you.” You go for the clasp and your eyebrows draw up, an even smaller circle is at the back, a hexagon pressed in it and you turn it over. “How do I unclasp it?”

Aaron reaches over, taking it from you gently along with the box. “You’re welcome, you unclasp it with… this” He pulls out a small tool, and your confusion only grows at the sight of the Allen Wrench. “When most Doms and Subs get into a relationship, or a contract, the sub will usually wear something that signifies that, along with other things. Some wear bracelets or anklets. Some have more prominent pieces like leather collars. This though, is plain enough that no one will question it, but still hold that same significance.”

Aaron unscrews the small bolt, laying it in his large palm, his eyes swirling with something that makes every never in your body fire all at once. “You’re… collaring me?” The disbelief in your voice doesn’t waver him for a second, he simply nods. Your face scrunches up, ready to reject the idea.

“Think of it this way. It will help remind you that I am here for you, you have someone to lean on, to trust in, to go to when you need it. It’s just as much for you as it is for me.”

Your heart pounds in your ears, your attention hyper focused on the delicate chain as he holds it up, the metal catching the sunlight. You don’t say anything in response, you know you’re supposed to be compliant, this is what you’ve agreed to after all; but you can’t stop the feeling of your mouth going dry and your hands beginning to shake.

“So… you want me to wear this all the time?” He nods again, watching you closely. “But I mean… it’s delicate, what if it breaks? And-and everyone knows that I don’t wear jewelry, what if they start asking questions?”

Aaron suddenly squeezes your hand gently, the anxious look on your face pulling at his heart. “You can always lie, say it came from somewhere different, and as this relationship grows we will find things that are more appropriate… but for now, it would make me very happy to see you wear it.”

You mule it over, wagging a silent war in your head as you stare up at him. Slowly you turn away, tilting your head down to make it easier. Aaron slips the chain around your neck, goosebumps rising along your flesh as he fiddles with the lock. A moment later the pendant rests against the base of your throat, a little heavier than you expected.

“Let me see.” When you turn back you fight the urge to shy away from his stare, his eyes molten and turning with lust as his gaze travels from the necklace to your face. “It suits you.” Aaron whispers.

“Yeah well… You have good taste is all.” You mumble, fiddling with the bag in your hands, unsure of what you do with yourself. Warm fingertips press into the sides of your jaw, turning your gaze back to his. Aarons even closer now, practically leaning across the console, the tilt of his lips challenging and dangerous.

“Gonna be my good girl tonight and wear it for me? Give me the chance to show you off.” The drawl of his voice makes your breath hitch, arousal suddenly racing down your spine to settle between your hips. Aaron watches the way your eyes suddenly dilate, the inky blackness expending over the pretty color of your irises. You’re unable to explain the affect of those two simple words as your thoughts slow, your head becoming a little heavier in his palm, but Aaron does. “What do you say?” He prompts with amusement.

“Yes… I mean, no… wait-.” You mentally kick yourself, squeezing your eyes shut to block out your distraction as your gather your scattered thoughts. Aaron chuckles and you wonder if your skin feels as hot under his fingertips as you think it does. “I’ll… I’ll wear it.”

Aaron’s smile only widens, pulling you in across those few mere inches that separate you, pressing a chaff kiss to your lips. “Good girl.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

The sun has started to set outside the windows when Aaron knocks on your door. You’re already standing on the other side, have been for minutes, trying to gain the nerve to actually go through with this. A part of you wants to run and hide under the covers, but you reach for the doorknob anyways.

Aaron glances up from his watch, his eyes widening as he takes you in. You’re radiant, decadent, beautiful, bewitching. Ever name he could possibly think off wouldn’t even come close. Your hair is swept up, a few strands framing your face and showing off the necklace, the only piece of jewelry you have on. The dress is more beautiful now than in the store, the sunset from behind you casting you in a golden glow as you look up at him from beneath long lashes.

“Breathtaking.” His voice is deep and warm as he extends his hand for you. He’s wearing a fitted black suit with a white shirt, classic but striking on him, his raven hair brushed back but the stands at his hairline have slipped forward.

“Thank you.” You place your hand in his, letting him pull you into the hall, where anyone and everyone can now see you. The butterfly’s in your stomach haven’t stopped since you got dressed, and they are only getting worse now that you will be seen in public. Apart of you knows that there isn’t a soul in Boston who knows what is going on, but every time you have stepped out of your hotel you feel as though everyone is privy to your dirty little secret.

“Let’s go eat.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Like everywhere else Aaron has taken you the last few days, the restaurant he choose is upscale and beautiful. Deep red walls, with golden candelabras and sconces, white table clothes adorned with flickering candles and small vases of lovely flowers. The chairs are comfortable as Aaron helps you sit, your eyes roaming the room in amazement.

The restaurant isn’t crowded, having just opened its doors for the evening, but even then the tables are set far enough apart that there’s no fear of being over heard or disrupted. Aaron smiles as he watches the awe struck look on your face, your gaze fixated on the glass dome ceiling you’re seated under.

“This is… wow…” you laugh breathlessly, unable to find the right words to describe what you are seeing.

“It is… It’s one of my favorite restaurants, actually.” You finally pull your attention from the stars beginning to pepper the night sky, catching Aaron staring unabashedly.

You feel your skin heat under his gaze. “So you come here often then?”

“Any time I am in Boston.”

A man in a dashing suit suddenly appears at your side, a smile on his face and two large black menus in hand. “Good evening, sir and madam. Welcome to Deuxave, my name is James and I will be your server for this evening. May I get other of you started with a drink?”

Aaron gestures for you to go ahead. “Water, please, with lemon.” You smile up at the blond man who nods in return before turning to Aaron.

“I’ll have the same, and a bottle of Chardonnay, please.” James dips his head again, placing your menus down before swiftly turning on his heel. Aaron pauses for a moment, almost looking sheepish. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think to ask if you liked wine.”

You laugh lightly, a noice Aaron savors. “Well, luckily for you, I do enjoy a good white wine. Mainly, though, I stick with water and teas.”

He grins, the flames from the small candle casting shadows across his face, deepening the rugged look he already has. “Good to know.”

A short pause follows as you both regard each other, both of you looking like you are ready to ask a million different questions, and you’re the first to break the ice. “So… how many… relationships have you been in like… this?”

Aaron opens his menu and you follow suit, trying to force down the knot of nerves in your chest. “Three, but I was much younger, and they were already into the lifestyle I was.”

You nod thoughtfully. “Is that… Is that how you meet Haley?” You purposefully keep your gaze glued to the menu, staring at the words but not comprehending anything they say. The knot only growing heavier with your bold questioning.

“No, actually when I meet Haley I completely erased that part of my life. She wasn’t comfortable or understanding of it.”

“Oh.” You dare a glance his way, his expression impassive as he stares at his own menu. “That must of been difficult then. Just getting rid of that part of yourself.”

“It was, but that’s what you do for people.” That you love.

You chew on your lip, needing to change the subject. “What made you decide that you wanted back into it? And why me?”

Aaron licks his lips, contemplating, and your gaze follows the movement. “Because of you. When I saw you that morning on the plane, I only knew you from your file and background records, but watching you squirm and fidget seated between two men when you were so much more lively alone with JJ… something drove me to figure it out. The longer I got to know you, I began to realize you were struggling. You hardly showed emotion but fought to include yourself in the conversation because you feel you have to. Cases with children hit you hard because you’ve had some form of child hood trauma you aren’t willing to unpack, making your soul focus be the case and you neglect yourself. The darkrooms, the hesitation to request something from someone that could be seen as inconvenient-.”

“Okay, okay.” You breath, waving your hands before dropping them into your lap, picking at your already too short nails. “I get it… I didn’t realize I was so easy to read.”

“You aren’t but it’s my job to look for the inobvious. Once I did that it just started to fall into place, I wanted to help you and I could only think of one way how.”

The sincerity in his voice makes your stomach tumble but before you can reply James has returned with your drinks in hand. Once everything is situated on the table he pulls out a little note pad and pen. “Have we looked over the menu or do we need some more time?”

“Oh um…”

“May I?” Aaron asks, and you look up surprised before nodding. “We will have one Spiced Long Island Duck Breast and one Cast Iron New York Strip, medium rare please.”

“Excellent choices.” Once James takes the menus Aaron gives you a sheepish smile.

“I figured we could share.” Your own smile creeps up and you nod. “So… may I ask you some questions now that you have asked a few?”

You knew this was going to happen eventually, but no matter how much you thought you prepared yourself you still feel your heart drop. “Well, it’s only fair.”

“What makes you afraid of the dark?”

‘Oof, okay right to it.’

“Well… it’s not a fear so much now… it’s just very suffocating.” You answer evasively, watching as Aaron pours you both a glass. You swirl the golden liquid before taking a sip, the flavor bursting across your tongue.

“How long has it made you uncomfortable then?”

“Since I was a child.” You shrug a shoulder. “I don’t let it impede on my job though, that’s all that matters.”

“Deflecting isn’t the way to deal with things, Y/n.” He chastises gently. “I won’t judge you, you should know this.”

You stare at the liquor in your hand, watching the low lighting bounce through the glass with the small twists and turns of your wrist. You can feel heat crawling up your neck, as a sickening feeling tears at your stomach, setting you on edge as memories wash over you.

“I was… I was locked into a very small dark space when I was a child…” You don’t need to look at Aaron to know his eyebrows have creased, his eyes squinting in concern. “Ever since then I just found it to be-.”

“Suffocating.” He finishes, his voice soft yet deep, your eyes refusing to meet his intense stare, but you can feel it on your skin. Assessing, calculating, piecing together more about you than you would like.

Before either of you can speak again, James is back, carrying to steaming plates along with his chipper attitude. “I hope you enjoy.”

The next hour is spent talking about much milder topics, picking off of each others plates, sharing old stories and genuinely getting to know one another. You find yourself smiling easier, listening to him talk about his home, his son, his life before the BAU. You share stories of school, the couple down the street that are like your adoptive grandparents, and the books you are currently reading. It’s nice and slow and easy, something you never expected.

“Do you want to get any dessert?”

“Oh, if I take another bite I’ll pop.” You sigh, setting down your third empty glass of wine, feeling the alcohol in your system.

Aaron smiles, standing from his chair with a slight groan. “I’ll be right back, then.” You watch Aaron as he leaves, your eyes again dipping down to his ass and you have to giggle a little at the inappropriate thoughts filling your head.

“Here you are, miss.” James is suddenly beside you, laying the bill book on the table.

“Oh thank you so much. Everything has been wonderful.” You give the man your best smile and he grins back before ducking away. Your eyes go to the little book, your curiosity getting the better of you. Pulling it to you you flip it open and your stomach plummets. ‘$155’ not including tip.

You feel panicky, despite the reassurance of Aaron telling you money isn’t an issue, all you can think about is how much he has spent already. On you none the less. You want to show him you can contribute too.

Mind made up you reach for your wallet, unzipping it to look for your card when suddenly someone is clearing their throat, making you jump in your seat.

Aaron is looking down at you, eyebrows pinched and feature’s suddenly stormy and you really feel your stomach drop out, unease curling in your guts. “What excuse would you like to give me this time?” The rough edge of his voice drags along your skin and you feel suddenly very small sitting below him.

“I… I wanted to repay you for… the clothes and…” Your fingers flutter to your necklace absently at the disappointed look he gives you.

“Up. We’ll pay and then talk about this in private.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Aaron doesn’t speak on the way back to the hotel, though his face and body are relaxed his hands are white-knuckles on the steering wheel. You fidget in the passenger seat, brushing away loose strands of hair, or plucking at the necklace the longer the silence stretches on. By the time he pulls into the parking deck you feel like your on the verge of a conniption, the fun bubbly feeling of the night dissipated into cramping dread.

He still walks around to your door to help you out after the car has been parked, but as you start to speak he holds up his hand, silencing you. Regret swims through your belly as he leads you inside and to the elevators. He presses the button for the sixth floor, two above your own, your eyebrows creasing.

Lacing his fingers through your own, he pulls you down the hall, stopping in front of a door reading 112. “Aaron?” He doesn’t give you a reply, fishing for his keycard then pulling you inside when the light flickers from red to green with a little beep. You quickly scan the room, the layout the exact same as your own, as Aaron leaves you by the door, shrugging out of his suit coat.

“Are we- are we going to talk?” You can’t tune out the nerves rattling your voice, he glances at you briefly over his shoulder as he undoes his tie, pulling it over his head.

“We are.” He finally faces you once again, his expression hard to read. “We’re going to talk about what will be the appropriate punishment for how you have acted, thus far.”

You didn’t think it was possible for your muscles to tense any further, your heart picking up speed as the thought of running passes through your head. “But… I’m new to this. Doesn’t that allot for some leeway?” Aaron cocks a dark eyebrow, maybe a little stunned, or annoyed, by your bold suggestion.

“Leeway? Darling, I don’t think you understand.” He stalks forward and your fight or flight kicks in, irrationally you move farther into the room, avoiding his advance, your eyes never leaving his. “If I don’t hold up my end, then who’s to say you won’t continue to just break the rules? Act out? You have to be reminded that what you do effects not only yourself but the others around you.”

“Okay, I understand that I messed up, I just… I wanted to return the favor, I’m not use to this.” You gesture in the air between the two of you as you continue to circle away from him as he advances. Aaron’s expression doesn’t change, only setting you more on edge, a cold sweat building under your clothes. “I’ll listen better, I promise.”

Aaron chuckles, a deep dark sound that chills your bones and yet sends a twisted thrill down your spine. “Oh baby girl, that’s not how this works.” He moves closer and you back up, jumping when your back brushes the curtains to the window. “Come here and we will talk.” He cocks a finger in your direction, beckoning you, and you feel the air in your body stand still at the gleam in his eye.

“J-just talk?” You take one tentatively trusting step forward and it’s all the opportunity he needs. Aaron leans forward, snagging your wrist and pulls you between his thighs as he sits on the edge of the bed, steadying you as you wobble in your heels.

“As much as I would like to disagree, you aren’t wrong, being new to all of this does grant you a little leeway.” Then suddenly your view is flipped entirely, you’re no longer staring down at chocolate brown eyes speaker with gold, and hard set features. Instead your hips are pressed into his large thigh, your face smushed against the comforter. “So I will go easy on you.”

That’s when your struggle commences, the adrenaline in your veins kicking you into gear as you plant your hands and push against the bed, desperate in your attempt to get up. But Aaron’s hand is suddenly planted against the back of your neck, his free leg thrown over yours, caging you in and you feel the wild thump of your heart rocket into over time.

“Aaron, let me up!”

“I plan to, but you’re going to listen to me first.” His other hand smooths over the curve of your ass, paralyzing you as the foreign feeling washes over your fraying nerves. “Good girl, just calm down and listen to me.” His honey dipped voice combined with the simple nickname makes your thighs squeeze, your thoughts scatter, and Aaron doesn’t miss a second of it.

“O-okay.”

Aaron stays quiet for a moment longer, watching his own hand brush up and down the swell of your ass, need unfurling in his belly. “You’ve broken a few of your rules, and then there’s the matter of you slapping me.”

“I really didn’t mean to…” You whisper meekly, staring at the curtains across from you, trying to shift your head where he has you pinned at.

“Yes but you never apologized either.”

“Oh.”

“So I think you will find this fair. We will keep it simple, your first punishment is that I will choose your clothing for the next week, starting tomorrow. Deal?” Your face burns, much like the area between your legs is starting to. You squirm against his thigh before nodding your understanding. “I need to hear your voice, little one.”

“Y-yes.”

He squeezes your thigh in approval, resuming the slow stroke. “That will cover all of the minor mistakes you have made. As for the slap, and you trying to pay for dinner… I’m going to spank you.”

Your panic explodes in your chest, your fight returning with a vengeance only to have Aaron’s grip tighten, his leg pressing down heavier. You knew Aaron was strong, had witnessed it many times, but this felt inhumane as you squirm and kick what little you can. “Don’t you dare-.”

“Your safe word is red. Say it at any point and everything stops.”

“W-what?” You don’t have time to process what he said before a sharp slap is delivered to your ass. You yelp, your hand finding his knee and crushing his pants leg in your fist as you jolt with the shock of it.

“Aaron!”

Two more are delivered in quick succession, pain growing quickly as your skin stings and burns through your dress. “I don’t make these rules passively, they are for your benefit and mine. What I say goes.” Three more follow his reprimand, and you twist your face into the bedspread, whining loudly as tears collect behind your eyelids.

“Q-quit!” You gasp as he lands a particularly painful spank to your right cheek, the burn of it traveling up your spine making you feel ditzy, then back down again to pool in your panties. “It hurts!”

“That’s the point, baby.” You shake against him, squirming relentlessly only causing his fingers to travel into the hairs at the base of your skull, twisting there and pulling your head up, immobilizing you. “Keep fighting me and I’ll double it, do you understand me?” Three more follow and you can’t help but to cry out, the noise bouncing off the walls and you wonder briefly if there’s anyone who can hear you through them.

His threat breaks through the frenzied mess in your head, your body going slack and he eases his grip on your hair, letting your head rest against the comforter. “Shh, good girl. You’re doing good baby.” The praise in his sultry tone makes a moan well up in your throat, and your helpless to stop it. Aaron grins, his hand trailing down to your thigh, slipping into the slit of your dress, pulling the material up to pool around your waist.

“N-no, wait…” Your protest is weak, but you don’t move to cover yourself from his steady gaze, embarrassment settling in your belly as his hand glides over your bare skin. Aaron groans softly, watching your leg twitch slightly as he brushes his hand again over your tender skin.

Aaron lands another forceful smack to the cup of your ass, and you squeal. You press your hand against your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut as the warm feeling in your stomach slowly grows into a blaze. “Let me hear you sweetheart, you only have a few more to go.”

You shake your head, defiant and unyielding, but only until his palm connects with your skin once more. Your hand does a poor job of muddling your shrill cry, pressure forming in your throat and behind your eyes as the first tear finds its way through your closed eyelids, trailing down your cheek. Your thoughts are pulled into a thousand different directions, the pain tugging them one way, while the throbbing of your clit sends them the other. Your arousal is slick against the inside of your thighs, and you squirm at the feeling.

“Easy baby, you’re taking your punishment so well.” Two more follow and you sob into your palm, the noise unmistakably in the otherwise quiet room. “I know baby, just one more and we’re done.” Aaron’s own palm stings, but his gaze is fixated on the shape of his hand print forming on your once creamy cheeks, with each shudder and twitch of your hips he can feel his cock hardening to the point it’s almost painful.

His promise though does little to quell you anticipation, your body tensing to the point it hurts, fingers having lost their feeling minutes ago from your iron like grip on his pants. Aaron drags it out, brushing his knuckles along the back of your thigh, his fingers scratching softly at your neck where his grip has loosened; your struggle having died to nothing.

The last smack is the most painful, his arm having been drawn back, putting more of his weight into it and you nearly scream, his hand landing more on your thigh. Tears rush down your cheeks, trailing dark streaks of mascara and eyeliner, your embarrassment consuming you like a fire, because as much as it hurts, your body is humming with need.

Aaron makes a sound that is more akee to a growl, his fingertips brushing the growing pool of arousal on the soft skin of your thighs. “Oh baby… you’re absolutely soaked.”

You shake your head aggressively in denial. “No… no it’s not what you think… I’m not-.” Aaron only shushes you, fingers slipping further between your shaking thighs, trailing over your damp panties right along your slit. You gasp, the soft sound followed by a deeper moan, as the pad of his middle finger circles your clit.

“I told you some people like this, baby.” His voice is octaves deeper, your hips bucking at the sound as he continues drawing slow, tight circles over your bundle of nerves. “And you really like this, don’t you?” His question is left unanswered as he add another finger, your jaw falling open with another needy moan.

Aaron’s movements are steady and precise, never faltering as his thumb scrapes down the edge of your thong, easily moving it to the side. The new view has his mouth salivating, your pussy glistening with arousal in the low light, and as he presses the solo digit against your puffy lips you moan louder. Your hips rock back subconsciously, your hands flexing where your anchored to; and all Aaron can think is that he will do anything to hear those pretty sounds for the rest of his life.

“Oh fuck… Aaron…” You gasp as his thumb dips in and out, the pace of his fingers speeding up. It’s shameful, sinful even how quickly you feel your body coming to its peak just from his expert fingers. Quicker than you’ve ever gotten yourself off and under the mushy part of your thoughts that are too far gone you wonder how he knows your body so well.

“That’s it, take what you need baby.” His cock twitches in his slacks, your hip rubbing across him with each twitch and jolt of your thighs as you rock yourself against his hand. He can feel the clench of your cunt more frequently, your orgasm right there. “I want to see you cum for me, you can do that can’t you? Cum for me, baby.”

You physically feel yourself topple over the edge, you body going still with a whimpering cry as your orgasm floods you like a tidal wave. Aaron’s praising you from above but you’re too far gone to recognize what he’s saying as his fingers haven’t stopped, making you ride out your orgasm for as long as possible.

It’s only when you start to plead with him, your voice wispy and tired, does he ease off. He gently moves your panties back into place, before he leans over you, tugging your shoes off and letting them land to the floor with a soft thud. “Do you think you you can stand up?”

Your brain hasn’t caught up yet, your thoughts empty from your head, but you let Aaron guide you to your feet, your knees wobbling and he holds you still for as long as you need. He rubs your hip with one hand, the other resting on your waist as he looks up at you. Your eyes are red and glassy, your makeup ruined, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

Aaron takes you into the small restroom, letting you lean against the doorframe as you watch him absently. He wets a rag and adds a little soap before gently wiping away your makeup, one hand holding your chin as he works. You don’t say anything, there’s nothing you can conjure up so you both sit in silence, the only sound is the small sniffles you give.

He throws the rag into the sink when he’s done, pulling you off the wall and turning you around. He unzips the back of your dress, laying a kiss to the exposed skin of your shoulder before he steps out of the restroom, returning moments later with a big white t-shirt. He hands it to you, stepping out again to let you change in private. Your body goes through all the motions but your mind is left far behind as Aaron guides you out of the bathroom and to the bed.

Gingerly you climb in, not realizing how exhausted you truly are until you settle against the cool pillows, your eyes falling shut with a heavy sigh. Soon the other side of the bed dips, a warm body pressing against your back and an arm wrapping around your waist, securing you against him.

*~*~*~*~*~*

I know this took absolutely forever please don’t crucify me 😂 thank you once again for all the love and support that has been shown for this series! Please if you’d like to be tagged you can comment below or message me directly 💜💜 much love and appreciation

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[moodywyrm]

abby would like make fun of you if your legs are all wobbly after y’all fuck but when she’s done making fun she’d be all sweet

no she'd be such fucking goof about it. just imagine, the morning after when she's up bright and early, cooking you guys breakfast. the curtains are thrown open, haley and soot are eating their breakfast, your guys' coffee/tea is ready and waiting on the counter and she's standing at the stove, wearing nothing but a loose crop top and a pair of boxers with her hair clipped back in one of your claw clips (if you use them! if not, it is her claw clip that she only wears at home). her back, by the way? covered in scratches, deliciously sore. she hears the bedroom door creak open wider, and when she looks over at you she's just giggling, feeling sooooo cocky.

you're wearing her t-shirt and a pair of undies and your legs are wobbling a lil bit as you slowly make your way over to the kitchen island. you prop yourself up on the countertop, forearms on cold marble, grumbling out a lil "good morning"

" 'morning baby, you okay there? walking a lil funny, huh?" and abby sounds so fucking cocky, shit-eating grin plastered on her face as she hands you your breakfast.

"mmm don't be mean to me, you did this" you whine, trying to haul yourself up onto a stool and wincing. abby snorts, walking around to you and helping you up but holding onto your hips, placing a kiss on your forehead as she hoists you onto the stool.

" 'm just teasing baby, you feeling okay?" and she's still holding on to you, pushing your drink closer and placing a kiss on your cheek.

you smile up at her, placing a soft lil kith on her bottom lip and nodding, "mhm, I like feeling you the day after, thank you for breakfast, by the way :)"

and she's flushing, a soft blush on her cheeks as she sets another kiss on your lips and says "of course baby" before moving to her own seat so you two can eat before really starting your day <3

#anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader fluff

[stardewstardropthoughts]

Ahh just two things, I love your blog so much :)! I’d love to see what you think the bachelor's parenting styles would be like? And also you’ve been spelling Elliott's name wrong D:

Oh god I keep forgetting the second t in his name don’t I 😂😅 entirely my bad I gotta get better at checking my spelling lol I kept having to go back and respell Haley’s name for a bit too 😂 I’ll go fix that lmao, also thank you!! I enjoy writing these little blurbs and stuff, and interacting with y’all! Also reading tags y’all leave on reblogs gives me so much joy cause some are so funny, most of it’s written at like five am cause sleep evades me lol

Alright! Parenting styles!

Elliott: he strikes me as a very gentle parent, he doesn’t like to give timeouts unless absolutely necessary since he always feels bad, especially if your kids only a toddler still since Theyer only learning right from wrong and it’s all brand new, he would love to read with your kid and colour pictures with them, he definitely loves doing bedtime with them because thats when the most stories are read! Also loves taking them to the beach to play in the sand or swim for a bit

Harvey: I don’t think he really knows what he’s doing to well, honestly it’s all a learning curve for him but with doing comes learning and he sure can learn, he’ll make healthy meals and a large variety of snacks for your kids and always takes them on walks, he’s the best when it comes to little ouchies and booboos like scraped knees or paper cuts, always has colorful little bandaids on hand for them! Cute little junimo themed ones and woodland creatures, will panic if they break a bone or something serious though, kids can be quite clumsy

Sam: he’s definitely a cool dad, he’s teaching your kids to skateboard and play guitar, feeding them pizza and joja cola. You have to inform him they can’t live off of those things and teach him how to make healthy foods and snacks for the kids but he picks up on it pretty easy, will probably call his mom for advice more then once but she’s always happy to help

Sebastian: he’s not entirely clueless in the baby department since he was around when maru was a baby, he likes to play games with them, teaches them how to play video games when They’re older so he can have a player two, also gets them into solarian chronicles, he’s the ultimate cool dad, will buy your kid a sword (probably a few honestly, it’s a collection they have together now) won’t however let your kids in the mines because he’s heard your stories of what’s down there and he doesn’t want them to get hurt

Shane: he’s been around jas a lot, he’s definitely applying whatever skills he’s gained from that to his own kid, loves to get them new toys. They have a whole Lego chicken coop complete with Lego chickens that they put together as a bonding activity. He does not know how to cook very many things but he will try, he doesn’t want to be seen as useless so he’s definitely putting in the effort! He asks you to teach him how to cook and how to put together cute snack plates (he definitely has those little shape cutouts for veggies so he can make little cucumber flowers and carrot bunny’s for your kids).

Alex: definitely an active parent, literally. Loves taking the kids on jogs and walks through town, will 100% use your toddler as a weight while he’s doing squats, just holds them on his shoulders the whole time, they think it’s hilarious and he gets in a workout, it’s a win win. If your kid wants to help him make breakfast he’s thrilled, tells them all about the nutrition and how it helps with the farm work and keeps your muscles fed and happy, of course he doesn’t deny the kid of sweets either, it’s all about balance,

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[potsandpains]

practically perfect in every way hotch x reader

AN: alrighty y’all I have no fetching clue what I’m doing I just have many thoughts and need to get them out. This will likely have 2-3 parts depending on how long-winded im feeling. i whipped this thing out in one sitting and haven’t proof read it at ALL so please be patient with me lol.

Jack is 6 at the beginning of this bc I feel like it, and Haley is dead. rip. Hotch is around 40ish, reader is 25-26ish.

summary: Aaron Hotchner is looking for a nanny for his son. As luck would have it, the perfect candidate finds her way into their home through a perfect accident. 

CW: None :)

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Closing the book he just finished, Aaron Hotchner stood from the desk in his study to return it to the shelf. It was then that he heard a soft knock on the doorframe.

“Hey.” Y/n was leaning in the doorway, looking at him somewhat nervously. “Do you have a sec?”

“Of course,” he replied “what can I do for you? Is everything alright?”

“Oh yeah I’m just fine,” she said “I just had a question for ya.” She took a step into the study, fiddling with her hands a bit, her nervous look still persisting. “So you know that I was planning on moving in with Braden in the next few weeks, right?”

He nodded.

“Well,” there was an awkward pause. It seemed she didn’t quite know how to phrase things. “That is no longer happening. To make a very long and very stupid story short, we broke up.” 

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He nearly dropped the book he hadn’t realized he was still holding. ��Oh y/n I’m sorry to-”

“It’s fine,” she interrupted quickly. Hotch didn’t really believe her, but she continued before he had the chance to ask. “Anyway, I let the landlady know and she’s letting me out of the leasing agreement because she has a waiting list. The only problem is that my lease at my current place is up in a week and it’s too late for me to renew it. Soooo effective next Tuesday I’ll be homeless.” 

He said nothing, just gave a tilt of his head as if to signal her to continue as he slid the book back into place on the shelf, crossing his arms over his chest as he listened.

“I wanted to ask -ugh this is so awkward, I’m so sorry- Could I maybe stay here? Just in the meantime? Once I’m on my feet and I have a place figured out I’ll be out of your hair I just don’t really know what else-”

“Absolutely.” He said with absolutely zero hesitation.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude on you and Jack-”

“Y/n, you stay here when I’m out of town for work and you’re here everyday anyway,” He said, offering a soft smile, “I’m fairly certain this house would fall apart without you, so having you here all the time would honestly be great.”

She grinned. “Fall apart without me? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re getting attached to me, Hotchner.” 

He returned her smile. “You know both Jack and I are quite attached to you, don’t get too cocky.”

She blushed. She was so pretty when she blushed. He should really tease her more if that was the result.

“Another option we could look at is that if you really wanted to, you don’t have to look for a new place,” he said somewhat quickly. He hoped he didn’t seem too eager. “If you wanted to be Jack’s live-in nanny you could live here in the house. I could up your pay too, to reflect the change in your job title, if that helps.”

Y/n’s face broke out into another wide smile. “I would love that. Are you sure that’s okay?”

“I’ll double check with Jack, but I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.”

 “Ahhh thank you! You won’t regret it I promise” She gave a happy little squeal and tackled him in a hug, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

Hotch froze. It was now his turn to blush.

She slowly withdrew her arms, an embarrassed smile on her face. “Sorry about that. I guess I got a little carried away.” She murmured, looking down at her feet. “Thank you so much, Aaron. I really appreciate it.” She quickly left the study, refusing to meet his eyes. 

He was left standing next to his bookshelf, blushing like an idiot. She had called him Aaron. 

He had long been infatuated with his son’s nanny, but he didn’t realize that her simply saying his name could make him feel so blushy. He had it bad. 

/ / / / /

18 months prior

Aaron, sitting at the desk in his study, looked over a recently submitted resume for a Ms. Williamson, who apparently had a degree in human development and family studies from an out of state community college. Her work experience was limited, but she seemed normal enough. He took a picture of her resume and texted it to Garcia.

AH: How about this one?

She replied almost immediately

PG: No go, boss. Looks like she never actually graduated and dropped out a few semesters in. She also has a handful of public indecency arrests and from what I can see is an active participant in a pyramid scheme. Who spends $40 on a bottle of shampoo?

He huffed out an exasperated sigh, tossing the paper onto a stack of other “no go” resumes. Aaron had been looking for a nanny for Jack for a very, very, very, long time. Longer than he cared to admit. Jess was always so kind to watch him, but he felt like he needed someone to help lighten the load, and he didn’t want Jess to feel like she always had to be available for his crazy work schedule. 

Many applicants for the job were under-qualified (seemingly shocked that “babysitting” their roommate’s cat wasn’t adequate enough of an education) or unable to pass the incredibly thorough background check he had Garcia run on them. Who knew so many daycare workers had gambling issues?

Aaron’s paranoia about leaving Jack was already incredibly high due to his job, and he didn’t want that paranoia heightened due to leaving his son with someone he couldn’t trust to take care of him. 

Exhausted with his failed search, he stood up from his desk and hollered for Jack. “Hey buddy, do you want to go to the park?”

Since this was the first time Aaron hadn’t been called on a weekend case in ages and he was definitely not going to waste it staring at resumes. He and six-year old Jack had brought a frisbee and a soccer ball, and he was determined to burn off as much of Jack’s never-ending energy and tire him out enough so he could go to bed early.

The park was popular for a reason, it catered to many different interests. There was a playground, a sand volleyball court, pickleball courts, a wide grassy field, and a long concrete track that looped around the park. In short, it was never empty.

About an hour into their time there, Aaron was sure that he was the one burning all his energy, and that Jack somehow acquired a bottomless supply. 

Taking a break from kicking the ball back and forth, they had started a new game. Aaron, sitting on the ground, would throw the frisbee as far as possible, and Jack would run as fast as he could to get to it before it touched the ground. Aaron was sitting on the grass right behind one side of the cement track, and if he threw the frisbee hard enough he could manage to get it to the other side of the track, some thirty feet ahead of them. 

It was a win-win situation. Aaron got to sit, Jack got to run around like a maniac, everyone was happy. 

This was until after a particularly far throw Jack decided it was his turn to sit and that his Dad needed to run after the frisbee. Aaron conceded. After all, how far could Jack throw?

Aaron stood about ten feet in front of Jack, ready to run after the frisbee. He had explained to Jack how to throw it, but being only six he didn’t expect him to be a professional quite yet.  

“Alright bud, you got it! Throw it really hard so daddy has to run for it!”

Smiling mischievously, Jack replied ‘I’m going to throw it with ALL my muscles.”

“Okay buddy,” Aaron laughed, “use ALL your muscles then.”

Jack gave what can only be described as a full-body wind up with indeed ALL of his muscles. However, instead of releasing the frisbee at the forward end of his throw towards his dad, he let go as his arm swung back, sending the frisbee careening behind him and right into the head of a jogger on the track, knocking her off balance and sending her tripping downward onto the concrete, scraping her knees and twisting until she landed on her back. 

Oh no. 

Oh no.

Aaron was already running towards the jogger as Jack flipped around and realized what had happened. He got to her side and knelt beside her as she sat up. “Oh my goodness I am sorry. Are you okay?”

She blinked a few times, eyes watering, then surveyed her scraped knees and hands.

“I… I’ve been better. But I’m okay. All good.”

Aaron was so worried about the injured (and distractingly pretty) stranger laying on the concrete that he barely noticed Jack standing behind him, observing the stranger’s injuries, tears forming in his eyes and beginning to cry. Sympathy tears were Jack’s specialty, and this poor woman was about to be a witness to them.

“I’m sorry,” He sniffed, “I didn’t mean to hit you.”

The jogger’s attention immediately snapped to Jack. “Oh hey bud, it’s alright,” She got up, wincing slightly, and knelt next to Jack, “I know you’re sad that I fell, but I know that it was an accident. It’s okay.” 

Jack, still crying, threw his arms around the stranger’s neck. “Daddy said it’s wrong to hit people and I was just trying to use all my muscles so I could be strong. I didn’t know you were there.”

She smiled. God, she had a nice smile. Putting her arms around Jack she replied “I believe you dude, I believe you. And you definitely used ALL your muscles there. You must be pretty strong.”

Jack let go and withdrew his arms and nodded, still sniffing through tears. “Not as strong as dad. Or spiderman.”

“Spiderman is pretty strong,” she said, “and I’m sure your dad is too. What’s your name?”

“Jack.”

“Well Jack, it’s nice to meet you. My name’s y/n. Thanks for making sure I was okay, that’s very nice of you. Do you need another hug, or are you okay?” She asked with a soft smile.

Aaron watched this interaction with utter fascination. This complete stranger was likely concussed due to the actions of his son, yet she was asking him if he was okay? 

He was still kneeling when the jogger, y/n, turned to him and stood. He rose to meet her. 

“I’m so sorry, what was your name?”

“Aaron. Hotchner. Jack’s my son. Sorry again.”

“It’s okay, really, these things happen. Good thing you got me at the end of my run though because if this happened at the beginning I definitely would not have kept going” she said, laughing.

Aaron was suddenly filled with a large desire to keep the conversation going, no matter how awkward it became. He told himself it was because she seemed like a natural with Jack, and had nothing to do with her nice smile, pretty eyes, or cute laugh. It definitely had nothing to do with her long, toned, runners legs. At least that’s what he kept trying to think.

“I’m sorry we got you at all, but I’m glad our timing was good at least.”

“Impeccable timing, that’s for sure.” 

“Do you live nearby? Can I get you patched up, or at least an ice pack for your head?”

“I'm decently close, I’m living a few miles south of here.”

“Can we give you a ride home? I think we’ve had enough excitement for today.”

She tilted her head and smiled, looking him up and down. He felt like she was deciding whether or not she could trust the father of the small child that nearly assassinated her via frisbee. An absolute stranger, really. Having made up her mind, she said “Sure, that would be great. My first aid kit definitely isn’t well stocked though, so can I take you up on an ice pack and a few bandaids?”

“It’s the least I can do.”

After finding the attempted murder weapon (aka the frisbee), the three of them got into Aaron’s car and made their way to the Hotchner household. 

It was on this drive that Aaron learned that y/n was working as a nanny for a family in their neighborhood, but that her contract was nearly up and she wasn’t sure what her next step was. She had worked for them for the past year and had loved the little girl she watched. It was her day off apparently, which is why she was running in the park.

After careful questioning Aaron learned that she had degrees in communications and human development, and had done research on behavioral therapy and was a certified childcare provider both in Washington DC and in Virginia. 

He couldn’t believe his luck.

Patching up scapes and verifying that she didn’t in fact have a concussion led to such good conversation (mostly about spiderman, soccer, and frisbee thanks to Jack) that she stayed for dinner, dessert, and until Jack went to bed. 

After tucking him in, Aaron ducked into his study and sent another text to Garcia.

AH: I’m sorry it’s late, I have a new one for you. Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. Anything I should know?

A reply came immediately. 

PG: Give me two minutes boss-man, If there’s dirt I’ll find it.

Aaron waited somewhat impatiently for two entire minutes before sending an additional text. 

AH: Garcia??? 

He wasn’t expecting the incoming phone call from the tech analyst that lit up his phone. He picked up.

“Hey,” he whispered, “You’ll have to make this quick and be quiet if you can.”

“Can do, sir. Just wanted to let you know you’ve found the modern day Mary Poppins.”

“What?”

“She’s ‘practically perfect in every way.’ get with the program sir, I thought you’d know Disney references since you have a kid, but I guess you can’t be that rugged and be well versed in classic Disney cinema.”

“Garcia.” 

“Anyway! This girl seems like a dream come true. Graduated with honors, well liked and respected by her peers and professors. She’s done clinical research on child psychology and looks like she frequents the local library possibly more than our own Dr. Reid. Oh! And she has a great driving record and zero criminal record to be found. And hey I’m sure you’ve seen her but she’s hot as hell too from her pictures and-”

“Thank you, that’s all I need. Have a good night!” He hung up the phone briskly, blushing from her last statement. 

She was perfect. He mentally thanked whichever deity was responsible for guiding a frisbee into this woman’s head and into his and Jack’s life. 

He came down the stairs to find y/n looking at the framed pictures on the mantle. There were some of Jack, the two of them together, and one of Haley. 

He quickly (and not very smoothly) mentioned that he was looking for a nanny for Jack. She laughed at the perfect timing of their meeting. 

“Well, it sure seems like you know who to call.” She said.

“Would you be interested? Really?” 

“Half the battle in choosing a family to nanny for is finding both kids and parents I can get along with. Just meeting you two was enough to convince me that you’ll be great. Do you need to talk about it with your wife first?” She said, tilting her head towards Haley’s picture on the mantle.

Aaron looked away, not really sure how to broach the subject. “I’m not married. Not anymore anyway” 

Y/n nodded. “I’m sorry if that was insensitive. I didn’t see a ring earlier, but I just wanted to double check because of the picture.”

“I appreciate you checking. That’s very considerate of you. But no, should be just fine. We can figure out salary and start dates another time if that’s okay? It’s getting late and I should probably get you home. Could I get your number before we go? I’ll be sure to give you a call when I’m free.”

“That sounds good to me! I’ll look forward to it” She gave him another warm smile and took a step forward, putting her hand out.“Only seems fair that we shake on it, right?” 

Aaron couldn’t help but smile back as he clasped his hand in hers. 

He had a very good feeling about this.

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[neon-lights-and-glitter]

I AM READY TO BEAT THE DOG SHIT OUTTA JACK AND THAT BITCH HALEY 🔪 Anywayzzzz you ate this tf up babe!! 🫶🏽

You listened as he walked out onto the balcony. If they leave the room, THEY DOIN SNEAKY SHIT!!

“I know what it looks like, but like I said, we aren’t together. All that shit you’ve seen is fake.” Jack said, letting out a sigh. I- BITCH ARE U DUM?? 🤨 why would you tell the girl you fuckin, you in a FAKE PUBLIC RELATIONSHIP WIT YO EX!!

Y/N wearing your jacket, the one that I got you?” Hold the fuck up- YOU HAD MY MY GIRL IN A JACKET, ANOTHER BITCH GAVE U?!? 😐

“No, of course I don’t love her anymore.” Jack lied, why would u lie?? You just diggin yourself in a deeper hole, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!! Like bitch u know how to dodge a question!

If your real relationship didn’t change that, then why would your fake relationship. This line js hurt tf outta me 🥲

“I would, but I think I’m going to meet up with some friends.” YOU BLOWIN OFF MY GIRL FOR SOME HOE?? 😐🤨

He explained everything to Hayley, excluding the pregnancy and leaving out that you were sharing a room. Why the fuck are you telling people her business 😕 Jack please be soooo fuckin Fr, WHY U TELLIN BITCHES SHE PREGO?? Also know she probably gon pop up at yo damn hotel room AND SEE MY GIRL!

Though he did think about it after they had already had sex and Hayley was lying in bed next to him. The same spot you were laying in that morning.Excuse- hold up…EXCUSE THE TOTAL FUCK OUTTA ME. YOU NOT ONLY BROUGHT THIS BITCH BACK TO THE HOTEL ROOM, BUT SLEPT WIT HER IN THE BED YOU SHARE WIT SOMEONE ELSE??! 🤨

“I’m so sorry, I would have never done anything if I knew you two were together.” Hayley apologized to you, though that wasn’t the truth, she had in the past. See I was abt to take back all those names after she apologized, BUT SHE HAD SEX WIT HIM WHEN THEY WERE TOGETHER TO?? Fuck her & him tbh 🖕🏽

I don’t want you thinking that I’m hiding some relationship behind your back.” But you are?? 🤨 sex or not y’all got somethin goin on & you was hiding it. Soooo FUCK U & that FAKE ASS APOLOGY.

Not me forgetting I named the girl Hayley and being confused on who Hayley was 😂 Thank you 💖

If they leave the room, THEY DOIN SNEAKY SHIT!! Yes!! This 100%!! and he didn't want to wake her up but that was only so he didn't get caught.

I- BITCH ARE U DUM?? 🤨 why would you tell the girl you fuckin, you in a FAKE PUBLIC RELATIONSHIP WIT YO EX!! So he can still fuck her without keeping up the appearance of being in a relationship, and NDA's, but NDA's don't stop someone from talking.

Hold the fuck up- YOU HAD MY MY GIRL IN A JACKET, ANOTHER BITCH GAVE U?!? 😐 Yep, he did 😬 In my head though he didn't remember Hayley gave it to him, not that it really makes it better.

why would u lie?? You just diggin yourself in a deeper hole, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!! Like bitch u know how to dodge a question! All he had to do was dodge the question, thats it, but nope, he lied instead, he likes to lie in this series.

This line js hurt tf outta me 🥲 This is one of the most painful lines I've ever written, I can't even express how much it hurt me to write.

YOU BLOWIN OFF MY GIRL FOR SOME HOE?? 😐🤨 Blowing her off to go fuck someone else. even though he doesn't have those plans, he pretty much knows what's going to happen if he meets up with Hayley.

Why the fuck are you telling people her business 😕 Jack please be soooo fuckin Fr, WHY U TELLIN BITCHES SHE PREGO?? Also know she probably gon pop up at yo damn hotel room AND SEE MY GIRL! He didn't tell Hayley she's pregnant, (reading that back now I do see how thats confusing) He doesn't want that news getting out anymore then she does at the moment.

Excuse- hold up…EXCUSE THE TOTAL FUCK OUTTA ME. YOU NOT ONLY BROUGHT THIS BITCH BACK TO THE HOTEL ROOM, BUT SLEPT WIT HER IN THE BED YOU SHARE WIT SOMEONE ELSE??! 🤨 When he could have gotten another room, or they could have even went back to her place, or even have done it on the couch if he insisted on sleeping with her in the room, but nope, he picked the bed.

See I was abt to take back all those names after she apologized, BUT SHE HAD SEX WIT HIM WHEN THEY WERE TOGETHER TO?? Fuck her & him tbh 🖕🏽She was the one that Jack was sleeping with for 2 months before they broke up (and after they broke up). 😬 she was really just apologizing for getting caught, sure she might have felt bad to some extent, but also, not really.

But you are?? 🤨 sex or not y’all got somethin goin on & you was hiding it. Soooo FUCK U & that FAKE ASS APOLOGY. YES!!!! It doesn't matter if there is a label or its a relationship officially, he's still hiding it! Feelings being involved or not!

#awhore4moree

[lgcjiae]

hi there, everyone! as we are beginning a new quarter, it only felt right for me to do a small character update and plot call for jiae, as i’m likely going to be dropping most of her threads and will be in desperate need of some new ones. that being said, i’ll probably do the same for kiha when i get around to working on him. unfortunately though, i’m a little slow right now as i’m sick at the moment, so please bare with me for the time being!

now, as for jiae’s character update — in case you missed it, jiae is now a member of fabula! which is still somewhat of a shock to both myself and jiae, since she spent most of bootcamp feeling totally inadequate when compared to her peers. it was only towards the end of debut bootcamp and auditioning for future dreams: season six that jiae came to the realisation that she didn’t need to be the best of the best in order to have her dreams come true. ultimately, the only thing standing between jiae and the future she wanted for herself, was herself. so jiae is working really hard on believing in herself right now, and that she deserves this. i’m not going to sit here and pretend that she’s 100% ready for this but y’all know jiae, she will give anything a go, obviously that’s gotta include her dream, right? 

as for the plot call, given that jiae’s position in fabula is still a secret until at least april ( and the only people who know are the other fabula girls’ and haley ), that might make plotting a little harder — but i am always up for a challenge. so, if you would like to plot then please LIKE this post so we can work something out? if you want too, we can also plot on either twitter or discord, as i have both. anyways, thank y’all for reading this colossus post! ♡

#정지애◞ ♡ : out of character #( finished this after 90000 years )

[paintedpatroclus]

haha guys no need to argue!!!

(click bc tumblr will annihilate the quality)

#hey besties i missed beautiful people with flowing hair so much #y’all can thank haley for this one #heaven official's blessing #tgcf #mu qing #feng xin #xie lian #xian le trio #tian guan ci fu #my art #uploading this late at night just bc I feel like i haven’t drawn in weeks

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

You’re Mine, Pt. 5 - Final Chapter

Jensen x Reader x Danneel

Series Warnings: Porn with Barely-There Plot, slight Dom!Jensen, 18+ ONLY (Please adhere to this kiddies), hallway smut, threesome smut, female oral giving and receiving, mild language, poly relationship

A/N: Here we are, finally at the final part of this forever ago fan fic. Thank you all who has stuck by, and read (and patiently waited) for each new part to publish. Its been a fun ride, and I hope y’all like the ending as much as I did.

The lines in Bold & Italics are quotes given to me by the series beta and one of my besties @lovealways-j​, she is the QUOTE QUEEN!!

Conclusion: With Y/N gone, Danneel is on a mission to set things right and undo some of the damage she’s done to her unconventional family, no matter what it costs her.

WC: 12.3K

*Banner made by me. I do not own any of the images.

“I’m exhausted!” you whined the moment you opened the front door. “I swear, if you ask me to do one thing tonight, I may have to murder you Haley!”

Laughter rang out from the den, and you followed its sound to find your best friend lounging on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a movie on. “You’re always exhausted… I know better by now.” Haley moved the popcorn and sat up on the couch, patting the spot beside her. “Want some popcorn, friend?”

You shook your head and sat down with an audible grunt. “These people wear me out. I miss being a private masseuse for the rich and famous.”

“Oh yeah, cause that worked out soooo well for you last time!” she said, giving you her best sarcastic smile.

“If I had the energy, I would so punch you right now. Is there any real food in the fridge? Or are you just eating popcorn for dinner?”

“Nah, this is just a snack. Going out in a bit to meet up with Mr. Hottie. Wanna join us? Might be good for you to get out a little bit.”

“I appreciate the invitation but no, I don’t wanna be the third wheel while you two suck face over a bowl of queso.”

“Hey, that was ONE time!”

That made you laugh and despite the overwhelming exhaustion, improved your mood. “Seriously, I do appreciate it, but all I want right now is to heat up something to eat, take a hot shower, and go pass out.”

“Fair enough. There are some leftovers in the fridge I can heat up for you. I gotta go get dressed anyway.” Haley got up from the couch and handed the remote to you. “Just promise me you’ll eat it and go to bed… NOT pass out on the couch again.”

“Yes, mom.”

Haley nodded in satisfaction and went to leave, but quickly turned around when she remembered the strange phone calls. “Oh! Forgot to tell you, some weird phone calls came into the houseline today. I barely ever answer the damn thing, but thought it may be my mom. She sometimes forgets about cell phones. Anyway, they asked for you, and remembering what you told me about your time in Austin, I said, Who?, and they hung up. It rang again, and same thing. Just FYI, I know you’re trying to lay low, stay under the radar, but maybe don’t answer the landline if you wanna stay that way.”

You sat up straighter on the couch and could feel the worry drape over you. “Was it him?”

Haley shook her head. “Don’t think so, this guy sounded super old, and kinda authoritative, ya know? But still, don’t take any chances.”

“Ok, I appreciate that, thanks babes. Now go get ready for your big date with Mr. Hottie. And don’t forget to throw that leftover chicken in the microwave!”

“Yes ma’am…” Haley lingered for a moment, and knew it was a touchy subject, but had to say what was on her mind. “Y/N… I know how you feel about it all. I know what you’ve decided, but maybe you should reach out to him. He’s gotta be worried sick about you… and from what you told me, he loved you.”

You stared blankly at the movie on the screen, and couldn’t bring yourself to look her in the eye. She wasn’t wrong, but it had only been a few months since you left the Ackles’ house. Three months didn’t feel like a safe distance of time to even think about reaching out to Jensen. Besides, what would you tell him? You ran away because you were angry? Scared? That you left him and his three kids because you were jealous that Dee’s indiscretion ruined what you all had? It was the truth, but now somewhat removed, you felt a little foolish for reacting so harshly. 

“I know, Haley, but I just can’t. Not yet.”

“Ok, and you have every right to feel that way. I’m just thinking out loud here… communication goes a long way. And for that beautiful man to declare his love for you must mean something.”

“Yeah…” was all you could say. When you didn’t look up at her, she took that as her cue. 

“Alright babes, chicken in the nuker for 2 minutes… going up to change. Love you!”

“Love you too, friend.”

An hour later, you forced yourself off the couch and got in a shower, put on fresh pajamas and found something good to watch on television. The food Haley had heated up before she left hadn’t been enough and your stomach began to yell at you for something more. A strong craving for pizza hit you like a ton of bricks, and that’s all you could think of. There was only one good pizza place in all of her small Iowa town, so you got up and dug through the junk drawer to find the menu. 

Once in hand, you called and ordered a large plain pizza, an order of garlic knots and a slice of New York Style cheesecake. After hanging up with them, you went to the fridge and took out a bottle of sparkling water and made your way back to the den. 

Living with Haley the last few months had been just what you needed. She was your oldest friend in the world, and one that even Jensen knew very little about. When you left Austin, you knew that Haley would take you in and help you figure out what to do. And that’s exactly what she did. She had two spare bedrooms, and happily gave you one, telling you that you could stay as long as you had liked. The first few days or so you were nothing but a sobbing mess. She sat with you, listened as you spilled the details from beginning to end about Jensen, Dee, the kids… all of it. She was the friend you could tell everything to; including the mind blowing sexual experiences you had with Jensen, and Jensen and Dee, and the unborn child growing in your belly. 

On the fourth day, she came into your bedroom, and pulled you out of bed, demanding you pick yourself up, go to the doctor to make sure you were really pregnant and how far along. An appointment with Planned Parenthood told you that you were definitely pregnant and at about eight weeks. You asked about an abortion, and while they did talk you through the process, you left telling them you needed to think about it. They encouraged you to decide quickly, because you were on the cusp of not being able to have one performed at all. Finally a few days later, you made your decision of what to do. 

Over the next couple weeks, you found yourself a job at a Hands and Stone Massage shop, which paid more than you would have thought. You were able to buy yourself a car, and even put a little money into savings. Living with Haley was great, but eventually you wanted to have a place of your own. Every day you thought about Jensen, and half those days you had picked up the phone to call him, though always ended up just putting down your cell and not dialing it. Life eventually began to even out, and you felt the down, depressed days starting to fade. Your love for Jensen never waivered, but you had made a choice to leave, and felt like you needed to stick by it. 

Before you knew it, thirty minutes had flown by and there was a knock at the door. Remembering your pizza order, you jumped up, grabbed your purse and went running to the door. 

“Hey!” you said, greeting the delivery guy with a big smile. “Here ya go.” You handed him the money for the order and greedily took the boxes from him. He stood there for a minute after looking at the cash you gave him, shrugged, then walked away. 

The second the door closed you realized you forgot to include his tip. Placing the boxes down on the entry table, you picked up your purse again and quickly rifled through the bottom, looking for that five dollar bill you knew was down there. When you pulled it up from the depths of the purse, along with it came a piece of paper stuck to it. Not taking the time to look at the paper, you pulled it off and kept it in your other hand while opening the door and calling out for him to come back. 

“Hey! I forgot your tip!”

“No problem,” the young guy said as he turned and came back to the porch. 

You handed him the money and smiled apologetically. “Sorry, it's been a long day. Hope you have a good rest of your night.”

He nodded in thanks and went back to his car as you closed the door. Finally noticing you still had the stray piece of paper in hand, you stopped in your tracks when you realized what it was. It was the note Jensen had written you the morning he left with the kids. Your throat got very dry, and all of a sudden your excitement for the pizza had gone. Just as you were about to unfold it and finally read what he had written, there was another knock at the door. 

Still in shock of having the long forgotten note in your purse, you absentmindedly opened the front door, then looked up and half expecting to see the pizza guy standing there. Unfortunately, your late night caller wasn’t the pizza guy.

“Hey, stranger,” Danneel said, smiling when she saw you realize it was her standing there. “It’s been a while.”

“I–how… How did you find me?” You could only imagine how ridiculous you looked at that moment; wet hair tied up off your neck, some old, worn out pajamas and big ole fuzzy slippers on your feet, and most likely a very stupid look on your face. 

“May I come in?” Danneel asked, but didn’t wait for approval. She stepped into the house, her hands shoved in the pockets of her fashionable coat. She always looked pristine no matter what the occasion. 

“Um, sure.” You moved aside when she came in, afraid of what was to come next. 

“Smells good, what did you order?” She nodded towards the delivery you just received. 

“Pizza.”

“Yummy. Grab it, and some plates. I’ll have some with you if you don’t mind. I’m starving.”

“Uhhh, wait. What the hell are you doing here Danneel?”

She ignored your question, took off her coat and moved further into the house. “This is a beautiful home. Yours?” She spun around to look at you, and you shook your head. “Oh, right, it’s your friend Haley’s right?”

“How did you know that?”

“Baby, come on. Like I haven’t known where you were from the minute you moved in.” Her arrogance was starting to annoy you; long gone were the days you found it sexy and alluring. 

“You followed me? But you’ve been in Greece…”

“Yes, I was. Now I’m home.” She went to the table, grabbed the food and moved towards the kitchen. “Come on, let’s eat and have a chat, okay?”

You knew Danneel well enough that when she had a point to make, she wasn’t going to budge until she made it. Resigning yourself to hearing her out, you followed her into the kitchen. Without a word, you grabbed a couple paper plates and two bottles of water from the refrigerator. You took the pizza box and bag of food from her and nodded for her to follow you into the den. 

You took your usual spot on the couch, and she opted for the recliner that sat adjacent. You put a piece of pizza on a plate and handed it to her along with a bottle of water. 

“So, since when did you get into the stalking business? I thought actresses made more than enough money.”

“Oh, Y/N, how I’ve missed your sarcastic wit. No, I haven’t been stalking you. But, I did hire a P.I. to find you as soon as I heard you walked out on Jensen and the children.”

Ouch… and the children, that stung worse than you thought it would. But she wasn’t wrong, that’s exactly what you had done. 

“Are they okay? The kids… are they doing okay?”

“Yes… and no. JJ loves school, but she misses you being there to do her hair in the mornings. She’s always complaining Rita can’t get her braids just right. Zep asks for you just about every day. And Arrow, well, you know her, she’s just a cute little hurricane running around causing a mess wherever she lands.”

You nodded, tried to force a smile, but it wasn’t possible. Your heart hurt hearing about the kids, and knowing that Jensen would come up next, made it that much more painful. “And, Jensen?”

“Well now, that man of ours is a whole different story.” Dee stopped and took a delicate bite of her pizza. “He’s doing his thing, traveling back and forth from Vancouver, getting home any chance he can to see the kids. I swear every time he walks into the house, he still expects you to be there. I’ve never seen him so let down.”

“I don’t know what to say…”

“You could start on why you left. Your note wasn’t exactly forthcoming.”

“I don’t know where to begin.”

“Ok, well, what do you know then? What can you tell me? Can you at least tell me if you’re still pregnant? Or did you terminate the pregnancy?”

Shocked that she knew about your pregnancy, your head snapped up and stared at her with wide eyes. “How…”

“You really must have gone off grid when you left. Apparently paparattzi caught you leaving Planned Parenthood a few months ago. Also, and I never told Jensen this, but Rita confided in me that she found a bunch of pregnancy tests in your bathroom.”

Feeling incredibly stupid for leaving those behind, you closed your eyes and leaned back against the couch. 

“Nevermind, you don’t need to answer. I can clearly see that yes, you are pregnant.” She used her chin to nod towards your belly. “I’m glad you chose to keep it.”

Your arms wrapped around your stomach, which was now showing just enough that you couldn’t deny her observation. A little flutter of movement radiated from your belly, and it made you sit up in surprise. You had only recently started feeling the baby move, and it was a feeling that you didn’t think you would ever really get used to.

“Feels strange, doesn’t it? Like your body isn’t your own anymore.” Dee was being uncharacteristically sweet, and understanding; which made you incredibly leary of why she was really there.

“Are you going to tell Jensen?”

“Baby, he already knows. He saw the TMZ story, I didn’t have to tell him, though I may have guided him to the story itself. But he doesn't know if you kept it or not. I know he told you about my dalliance with Maurice, but you had already left when I told him I had had an abortion.”

“Oh,” you replied, feeling sad for her and Jensen both. 

“It was a giant mess, and trust me, Jensen and I are still not okay. We are working on being good parents and just getting through day by day.”

“Does he know where I am?” you asked in a tone just above a whisper. 

“No. I wanted to make sure I found you first.” Dee leaned forward and put her plate on top of the pizza box. “Look, I did not track you down to threaten or blackmail you. Despite what you must think of me, I care for you. What’s more, my children care for you, and so does my husband. In fact, he cares for you so much that just knowing where you were would give him a lot of comfort. He won’t admit it, but you leaving, nearly broke him.”

You snorted a laugh. “I doubt that.”

“Did you ever read his note? The one he left for you the day he went to his parent’s house? He told me what he wrote there, and honestly, I can’t imagine you could read that and still leave him.”

“I, uh, I haven’t read it. Funny enough, I had thrown it in my purse that day and forgot about it. I just found it tonight when I was looking for money to tip the delivery guy.”

“That makes sense then. I highly suggest you read it. Not with me here, of course, that would be weird,” she let out a nervous laugh, and for the first time you could see that her confident and poised demeanor was starting to crack. “But please read it. He deserves to know you’re carrying his child, Y/N. If you don’t do anything else, please at least let him know you are both okay.”

You desperately searched for words to respond to her, but nothing came out. Only a sharp sting of tears hit your eyes and quickly barreled down your cheeks. You missed him terribly, and wanted to reach out so badly. The fear of his reaction is what mostly kept you away, but now sitting across from Danneel, and having that part of your life brought back up, you felt every part of yourself ache for Jensen. It was like a part of you had been missing for months, and now was an opportunity to possibly get it back.

“Whatever your real reasons were for leaving, I am asking you to reconsider them.”

“How? How could I go back there to that house and face him? Face the kids? It would all break down and be the same thing. The awkwardness was too much, Dee. Seeing you and Jensen drift so far apart, knowing it was because of me!” The tears were falling faster now, and you could feel all the months of anguish rising to the surface and spilling over the edge. “It killed me to leave. Not to mention how he left me after finding out what YOU did! Why would I want to go back to that?!”

“Yes, that’s it baby, let it out.”

“Don’t call me baby! You never really loved me. I don’t know what the fuck you felt or thought I was! A nanny for your kids that you could play with or was I just a plaything for Jensen when you didn’t want to be bothered?! Why the FUCK did you invite me into your lives anyway?!”

All the emotion you had pushed down bubbled up, propelling you to stand up from the couch, and start pacing the room. Wringing your hands through your hair, letting the tears fall freely and letting the words out that you’d kept inside for so long… Dee just sat there and watched you. 

“You are one hell of a woman, Y/N. I knew that from the moment I met you. I also knew that Jensen would find you just as remarkable. To be perfectly honest, when I met you, Jensen and I weren’t in a good place in our marriage. So yes, I thought you would be something we could have fun with, and maybe it would bring us closer together, but I was very wrong.”

“Yeah, instead I tore your family apart!”

“No… I did that. You kept my husband and my children happy as I drifted away from them.” Danneel also stood up from the chair and came to stand right in front of you. She reached out and took your hands into hers. “Take a deep breath, then look me in the eyes…”

You did as she asked, and used each shoulder to wipe the stray tears lingering on your cheeks. 

“Ok, good. Now I want you to listen to me very closely… I love Jensen with all of my heart. He is not just one of the best guys on Earth, he IS the best guy. He is loving, protective, fiercely loyal, an amazing father, ridiculously sexy, talented, funny… you know all of this. As a husband, he tried his best, and it wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t everything that I wanted. I didn’t even realize that until recently. I should have handled things with him better, but I saw him growing in love with you, and I thought that would be enough to make it okay that I wanted to leave.”

The truth that Danneel was admitting to you was as much of a shock, as her showing up at your door was. You had come to know her quite well, and the Danneel of six months ago would have never been so open, honest and vulnerable with you. 

“Y/N, I wasn’t a great wife to Jensen, and I am working on being the best mother I can be to my children. I want to be better for everyone I love. I am here because he loves you. He loves you more than I thought he had the capacity to love a woman. I’ve been there to witness some of your intimate moments with him, and I’ve never seen him look at anyone, kiss anyone… not even me, the way he looks at and kisses you. When I saw it, and saw the expression on his face after, I realized that I wanted that for myself. A man to look at me, the way Jensen looked at you. He did the best he could to hide it for a long time, play the games you two would play. He tried so damn hard to keep you at arm’s length…”

Dee’s amber eyes began to fill with tears as well, and at that moment, your heart broke for her. 

“Dee, I don’t know what to say. It's all so complicated. I fell for you because you were fun and flirty, sexy as hell. Then you brought Jensen into it. I never, ever meant to fall for him. I never intended on moving in on your life and causing trouble.”

“I know that. I have no hard feelings towards you where that’s concerned. My issue with you right now is that you left my husband and children heartbroken.”

“It killed me to leave, but I was angry and hurt…”

“And hormonal. Babies will do that to you,” she said and let go of one of your hands to place hers on your belly. The baby must have felt it too, because you felt it move, as did she. That shared moment made you both smile and suddenly the tension was gone. “You do see the irony in all this, right? Just a few months ago it was you, pleading with me to tell him about a pregnancy. Now here I am doing the same thing to you.”

“I wanted to tell you both about the baby. When I first found out, I was so happy. Then, everything went to shit and I didn’t know what to do. Yes, I am sure hormones played a part, but I know I didn’t react in an appropriate way. I just… I didn’t know what to do.”

“I can understand that, but now you’ve had some time to figure it out, work through it all. It's time Jensen knows he’s going to be a father again. I don't know what that means for the two of you, that you’ll have to work out for yourselves.”

“There’s nothing to work out, Dee. I don’t want to be his mistress or girlfriend. I want him. That’s not possible because he is YOUR husband.”

Danneel stood quietly, contemplating her response. “I understand.”

Without another word, she walked through the den and back out to the foyer. She picked up her coat and put it on. She reached into the inside pocket and pulled out a manilla envelope that was well padded with whatever its contents were. As she handed it to you, she grabbed your hand and held it tightly. 

“Y/N, if you don’t tell him, I will. It's that simple. I’ve done a lot wrong in my marriage. But I won’t let this go. I will do right by Jensen now. He deserves to know.”

“What is this?” you asked, ignoring her ultimatum and examining the envelope.

“Open it when I leave and make sure to read that note you found. Then, maybe you’ll know what the right thing to do is.” She let go of her hand and opened the front door to leave. Of course, she couldn’t just go, she had to turn around one more time and leave you with her words of wisdom. “Keep this in mind, too… if two souls are meant to be together, no matter how long it takes, how far they go, how tough it seems, fate will bring them together to share their love forever.”

Having said her peace, Danneel walked out the front door and towards a car already running and waiting for her. You stood there frozen, not sure what to do, say, feel or think. Danneel had showed up and tore through your world, again, just like a tornado. Instead of leaving destruction in her path, she left you unsure and downright speechless. 

All thoughts of your pizza had left your head; given what had just happened, the thought left your stomach, too. Without realizing it, you picked up Jensen’s note and ended up back in the den. The muted TV’s light suddenly felt annoying, so you grabbed the remote and shut it off, then picked up the envelope she had given you. One quick look inside and you understood what she meant by knowing what the right thing to do was. Contained inside were Jensen and Danneel’s signed divorce papers. What was even more telling was seeing it was Jensen who had signed the petition for divorce. You placed it down beside you and unfolded the note Jensen had left you all those months ago.

Hey Baby,

I’m so sorry about last night. Learning what Dee had done just hit me and I didn’t know how to react. I was beyond angry and wanted to lash out. After I smashed the glass I realized that I could have hurt you, and that broke me a little bit more. Regardless of what happens with Dee, you and I are what I want. I can’t say things will be easy or go back to what they were, but no matter what, we will be okay. I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you. I do. Hell, I want to wake you up to pack a bag and drag you with me to my parent’s house, but they just aren’t ready for all that yet. They are pretty old school when it comes to relationships, and right now I just can’t deal with their judgment or advice. I’ll be back in a week and we can figure everything out. I peeked in on you and could see you were sleeping, I hated to wake you. But I made sure you were covered up and left a kiss on your forehead. Hopefully that will hold you over until I get back. I’ll call you tonight when we get there, please make sure to eat and sleep and not work yourself to the bone. 

Love always,

J.

Another wave of sobs crashed upon your cheeks after reading his words, and you screamed into the depths of the empty house knowing that if you had just read it that day, things would not be as awful as they seem now. 

After the guttural scream and hardy cry had subsided, you just wanted to sleep. Forgetting about the pizza you had wanted so badly, you left the den with Jensen’s note and envelope of divorce papers, then walked up the steps to your bedroom. Without even turning on the light, you fell into your bed and slept until the next morning.

“Well, well, don’t you look like death mourned over. What happened last night? It's like you had a pizza party and no one came,” Haley said when you walked into the kitchen the following morning. Once she saw how puffy your eyes were and how worn out you looked overall, she grew concerned. “Ok, all joking aside, are you okay? What did I miss?”

“Danneel showed up here last night,” you replied flatly, and tossed the now crumpled note and envelope on the table. You nodded for her to open them and see for herself. 

Haley opened the envelope first, then as she read the note, her eyes grew wider with each passing line. When she finished, she sat back in her chair and blew a long breath of air from her lips. 

“Holy shit.”

“Uh huh.” You sat across the table from her, and poured a glass of OJ that she had left out on the table. “So, that’s why I look like roadkill, FYI. He’s divorcing her. And that note? That’s the note he left me the day he went to his parent’s house. I never read it. Hell, I shoved it to the bottom of my bag then forgot about it. Found it about two seconds before she knocked on the door.”

“How did she even find you?”

“Private investigator. Oh, and clearly she knows I’m pregnant. So, there’s that.”

“Shit man, is she going to tell him?”

“She said if I didn’t she would, yeah.”

Haley started, and stopped her next few words several times before finally knowing what to say. “I know it's not what you wanted, but he does deserve to know, babes.”

“I know, you’re right. I feel like such a fool. What should I do? Fly up to Vancouver and surprise him on set? Show up in Austin, hoping he’s there and get the kids all worked up?”

“You could call him. Just unblock his number…”

“I can’t do this over the phone. I am going to have to face him, and I just don't know if I am ready for that, Haley. What if I see him, and just break down? What if he hates me? What if–”

“Oh for fucks sake, WHAT IF he runs to you in sheer JOY because you got the fuck over yourself and went back to him!?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “See I can always count on your support.”

“Girl, you know you can. But in this case, I gotta say, you fucked up. You need to own it and go back to that gorgeous hunk of man to make things right.”

“Ugghhhh, I hate it when you make sense.”

“You must hate me all the time then,” Haley joked and winked at you. “Seriously though, you have to…”

“I know, and I will. Just give me a couple days to get myself together. Process all of this and figure out what I want to say.” You looked over at the clock on the stove and realized you were very late for work. “Fuck, I gotta go to work… we can talk more about this later. Also, I need details about last night!”

Haley nodded, “Yes, yes… all that and more later. Go to work. What time are you off tonight?”

“Early, fiveish I think. Why?”

“Ok, well, when you get home I think we should go out. Let’s go get dinner. You can drive, and I will drink for you and me, because I think this warrants at least several shots of Jameson.”

“Ok, weirdo,” you laughed and before you went upstairs to get ready for work, you went and hugged your friend. “Hey Haley, thank you.”

“For what?”

“For just being you and doing what is best for me even when I don’t want to hear it.”

Haley hugged you back, then watched you go back upstairs to get dressed. She looked down at the table and absently used her finger nails to pick at the manilla envelope. She hated seeing her best friend in such turmoil and knew that she was going to do just what you had said she did… She was going to make a move that she thought was best for you.

That day at work flew by in record fashion and despite all the drama and tears from the night before, you found yourself with an unusual amount of energy. It made you excited for a night out with your best friend. Once you got home, you took a quick shower, picked out your best outfit that fit over your still slight, but growing belly, and even put on some makeup. It was the first time since leaving Austin that you took the time to go all out on the beauty products, and when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you felt more like you than you had in forever.

Even Haley complimented you on the effort and said she was proud of you for handling it the way you were, instead of just going to your room and wallowing. The two of you left for the local Italian restaurant, excited to get some good food, and have some good conversation. It was going to be hard to go to Jensen and admit how wrong you were for leaving, but it was necessary. He did deserve to know about the baby, and regardless of what came after, it was the least of what you needed to do.

The two of you had spoken at length about Jensen and possibilities of how to tell him. Haley’s suggestion was simple, Just Do It! 

“Stop overthinking it, babes. You’re so scared of facing him, but the truth is, that’s what you have to do. AND, you need to do it before Danneel does. Because if it comes from her… the possibilities of what happens next really slims down.”

You knew she was right, but you had to get over your fear of seeing him again. When you brought that up, she asked you a question that you had neglected to ask yourself. 

“What are you afraid of, exactly?”

Unable to give her an answer just then, all you could do was shrug. The conversation shifted to her spilling the details about her date the night before, which was a little bit of a comfort. 

After a big, filling meal, and a cannoli for dessert, you officially declared yourself too fat to drive. Haley laughed and rolled her eyes, and commented on how she was glad she opted for one glass of wine instead of the copious amount of shots she really wanted. On the drive home, she breached the subject of Jensen again.

“So, when do you think you’ll do it? Should be soon… Did Danneel give you a deadline or anything?”

“No, she just said tell him or I will. So yeah, I should soon. I just want to do it right.”

“Understandable,” she said, and glanced at you from the corner of her eye. “Just don't take too much time, okay?”

“I won’t,” you said and paused, reflecting back on her question that you couldn’t answer at dinner. “I think I’m mostly scared of seeing him and melting right back into his arms. I’ve never been very strong willed around him. Then, if I do, what if he is so angry now that he rejects me, and I have to go through this grieving process all over again… raise a baby alone that he and I could have raised together. Or worse, he tries to take the baby from me…”

“Do you really think he would or could do that to you?”

“I don’t know. Never thought Dee would have slept with another man… but she did.”

Haley didn’t know what to say to that, so she kept her gaze straight ahead and continued the twenty minute drive home. 

By the time you arrived at the house, you were ready to unwind and relax in bed. The last twenty-four hours had been such a whirlwind of emotions, you weren’t sure if you could honestly take another second of it. Haley directed the car into the driveway and put it in park, but didn’t turn off the engine. 

“Oh shit,” she said, and started frantically looking through her bag. “I think I left my phone there on the table!”

“No, I saw you with it, you sure it isn’t in there? Want me to call it?”

“No!” She replied so quickly and adamantly, you gave her a curious look. 

“Ooookay… so, back to the restaurant?”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to go. Why don’t you go inside, get your preggers self all comfy, and I’ll be right back.”

“No, I don’t want you to drive back and forth by yourself. I’m fine–”

“Woman, don’t disobey me. Just go inside and find a good movie or something we can watch when I get back.”

Hesitant to do as she asked, you looked at her again and narrowed your eyes. “You’re being weird, why?”

“I’m not being weird at all.”

“Liar. What’s really going on?”

“Just go inside, please?” The way she said it made you think something was surely up, but you couldn’t deny her. Maybe she had put together an impromptu baby shower for you, and you didn’t want to ruin her hard work. 

“Ok, just be careful driving, if that’s what you're really doing.”

“I will! I won’t be long!” 

You got out of the car and she immediately pulled out of the driveway and supposedly back towards the restaurant. Digging your keys from your bag, you approached the front door, and found it was already open. Trying to remember who had shut it; and if it was you, did you lock it? You were only a little over three months pregnant, but the scatterbrain part of it all was hitting you hard already.

When you opened the door, you immediately knew that someone had been in the house. There was a fragrance in the air that hadn’t been there before. As you peered around the corner towards the kitchen, you could hear the faintest bit of music playing from somewhere upstairs. 

“Hello?” you called out–half hoping, half in fear–someone would reply hello back. “Someone here?”

Slipping out of your coat, you hung it on the rack and made your way towards the kitchen. There on the table was a note, a bottle of sparkling cider, and a single red rose. You knew right then, Jensen had to be there somewhere. The idea of which caused your whole body to start shaking with intense nerves and anticipation that you could be face to face with him at any second.

Picking up the note, your shaking hands slowly unfolded it. As you read the words scrawled in his familiar hand, your heart started pounding. 

“When you found me, I was starved for adventure. One of your hands on my skin, took me to places I didn’t know existed. I want to tell you exactly how you make me feel, what the thought of you does to me… but first… pick up the treat I left you, and follow the candles.”

Looking around, you saw a few votive candles burning on the kitchen counter nearest to the stairs. You picked up what he had left you and headed in that direction. Sitting on the first landing, was another votive, with a note leaning against it and a glass for the sparkling cider.

You swallowed thickly as you picked up the second note and began to read. 

“You have a way of igniting passion in me that feels inhuman. My need to feel you… on me, next to me, against me… drives me to the brink of insanity. Knowing that you are here, now, leaves me restless and waiting for you with bated breath. Take the glass to the top of the stairs, now. Then stop to pour yourself a drink.”

It was all so surreal. Surely this was a dream. Jensen wasn’t really upstairs waiting for you, was he? But on the same hand, all of this could only be his doing. You did as he commanded, and when you reached the top of the stairs, there was  the final note, along with a small, wrapped gift propped up against one last candle. On the front of the note you read his instructions. 

“Pour a drink first, then open me.”

Pouring the champagne, you licked your lips in anticipation; both for the drink and for whatever waited for you behind the closed bedroom door. Slowly opening the note, and giving the box a quick glance of curiosity, you brought your attention back to the paper in hand.

“Even though things somehow went bad, I still want you to be mine, and hope you want me to be yours. I fought it for a long time, but I finally gave myself over to you completely. It’s not just how your body feels against mine, or how your voice could bring me to my knees, it’s what you make me feel inside. The way your eyes spark when you stare at me, I can feel them marking my soul, making me yours in a way that goes beyond sins of the flesh. Come find me in the place where our passion is unmatched, where we came together as one. Bring the present and the cider. I’ll be waiting.”

Your heart was pounding like a jackrabbit now, but you did as he asked; grabbed the present and the bottle, and made your way into your room. As you opened the door to your bedroom, the first thing you sensed was soft music playing from the speaker in the corner. Once your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, you saw how the candlelight flickered and casted shadows along the wall as if they were moving to the melody. 

The song in the background faded, and ‘Unsteady’ by X Ambassadors began to play; a song that had come to mean quite a bit to you and Jensen. That was when he stepped out of the shadows and into your view. He looked just as good as he ever had. Dressed in a simple blue button down shirt, and jeans, his hair was a little longer than you remembered, and he had more than a few days worth of stubble on his cheeks. The site of his face made your eyes wet, but you forced them back. Carefully placing the bottle of cider on the night stand along with the notes and the box, you looked around the room, then back to him in wonderment.

“Welcome home,” he said, his voice raspy with emotion. “I’ve missed you.”

“Jensen…” his name left your lips in a whisper. That was all he needed to cross the room and sweep you up in his arms. 

He lifted you up, your feet leaving the floor, and embraced you so tightly it was hard to breathe. But the feeling of his arms wrapped around you was so euphoric, you didn’t care how tight it was. He lowered you to the ground and moved back, although only a little, to take a long look at your face. He guided a stray lock of hair away from your eyes and peered deep into them. He swallowed loud and nervous. For what felt like the world’s longest minute, you didn’t know if he would say anything. 

“You just left,” he said, his voice barely reaching a whisper. His face contorted into a hurt so deeply, he was almost unrecognizable. “You left, and that note…” he paused with an incredulous grunt, “that killed me. Because I knew it wasn’t true.”

“Jensen… I’m so sorry. I didn’t… I made the wrong choice.”

“Why? Why did you feel like you had to leave?” His voice retained the slow burn fire of a man who had been left in the dark for too long. “You leaving… Jesus Y/N…”

“I just… I felt like I had too.” It was a shitty answer, but it was the truth. It didn’t seem to help him understand any better. 

“Because of the baby?”

You knew that he had known because of the article, but couldn’t help to wonder if Dee already told him about their meeting the night before. Unable to force words to leave your lips, you simply nodded. 

“Y/N, are you still pregnant? Or did you…” he sighed deeply, clearly struggling with the words he had to say, but they got stuck in his throat.

Not wanting him to have to say it, you simply shook your head. You took his hand and gently placed it on your stomach. “I didn’t end it. I couldn’t.”

A mixed eddy of emotions tore across his face, so quickly that you weren’t sure which one he would settle on. Before giving him a chance to say anything, you turned around and went into the nightstand drawer. From there you pulled out your latest sonogram and cautiously handed it to him. 

“I should have told you as soon as I found out, I was actually trying to think of a fun, grand way to tell you. Then, everything fell apart so quickly. Dee’s pregnancy, her infidelity, you and the kids taking off… I felt responsible for the problems you and Dee were having. Felt like I was ruining your family. I didn’t want this baby to do any more damage.”

Jensen couldn’t take his eyes off the picture of his child, though it still wasn’t much more than a white blob, he was already enamored. 

“You still should have told me, Y/N. Despite all of that, I deserved to know.”

The hurt that painted his expression caused a sharp pain to coarse through your heart. He was one of the few people in the whole world that you never wanted to hurt. Yet, here you were watching the pain of your choices play out across his features. 

“I know Jay, there’s no good excuse. I overreacted… I never read that note you left, until just last night. I assumed it was a Dear Jane letter. That maybe you didn’t know how to tell me to go, so you took the kids and left. I mean, what was I really? Someone you had great sex with… whether it was me and you, or the three of us. Besides, I wasn’t your wife. I knew you loved me, but IN love with me? That’s what you and Dee–”

“Stop! Just… stop.” Jensen took a step back and emitted a low rumble of frustration from his chest. “That’s a crock of shit, Y/N. Yeah, I love Dee. She’s the mother of my children and we have a long history, but IN love with her? I haven’t been in love with her for years. If I had been, I never would have made a move on you or pursued you the way I did. Don’t you see that?”

He searched your expression for some sort of confirmation, but you were overwhelmed and still in shock that he was here, in your room, in Haley’s house… in IOWA.

“Dammit, you don’t see it do you? Fuck, Y/N…” he ran his hands up and down his weary face, then took those few steps closer, and brushed his fingers against your cheek. “I was lonely, and unfulfilled. Then I come home one day and there you are, on the couch with Dee. I told myself that you were something fun, and maybe help rekindle my lust for life, and for my marriage. And, you did… just not how I expected.”

“Jay, you and Dee, you have years of history; you have kids. Maybe making me part of the family wasn’t–”

“Seriously? Y/N, no, that’s not fair to say. You woke me up! You are precisely and perfectly what I was waiting for.”

“Even with all the drama… the paparazzi, the scandals, the infidelity.. We were a freak show!”

“So? Like I give a shit what the world thinks. I don't care about any of the things stacked against us. I don’t care about disagreements or circumstances. Because at the end of the day, I am yours, and you are mine.”

“I should have read your note that day. I regret not reading it, Jensen. If I had, none of this would be happening. I shoved it in my bag and left. I just found it last night, then Dee showed up, and–”

“Wait, wait… Dee was here? Last night? When?”

“Last night. She showed up around nine, right after the pizza guy. She had a P.I. find me, and she showed up. She gave me hell for leaving and not telling you about the baby. Then she showed me your divorce papers and said if I didn’t tell you about the baby, she would. Isn’t that how you found me, too? I assumed she told you.”

Jensen’s face broke out into a wide grin, and you didn’t know how badly you needed to see his smile again. “That woman, I swear. Drives me fucking crazy, but I suppose its part of her charm. No, Danneel didn’t say a word to me about you.”

“Then, how… how did you end up here?”

“My lawyer got a call from your friend Haley. Asked him to reach out to me, and have me call her. She told me you were here and that you wanted to see me, talk to me, but was scared to. I hopped on a flight, and here I am. She said she would get you out of the house so I could surprise you.”

“Oh, Imma kill her when she gets home,” you growled, and turned to pick up the glass of sparkling cider champagne. After downing the glass you sighed and chuckled softly. “Damn I wish that was alcoholic….”

“She’s just looking out for you, the way Danneel was looking out for me.”

“Jensen… What happens now? Do we just go back to all of us being together? I mean, are you sure a divorce from her is what you want? I don’t want her like that anymore. What the three of us had was fun, but ultimately, I don’t want you AND her. I want you. I had felt like that since she first left for Greece, maybe even before. It made me feel guilty; like a goddamn homewrecker.”

“No, there is no ‘three of us’ anymore. Danneel and I are getting divorced. I think that would have happened with or without you in our lives. She agrees, actually. It was just time to end it.”

“How is she okay with that?”

“Because she sees the truth.”

“Which is what, exactly?”

Jensen’s expression relaxed into something more thoughtful and soft. The way his green eyes bore into you, you felt every single thing he was about to say was exactly how he felt. “The heart knows when the search is over. You’re the one I want to wake up to at two a.m., rollover and know I’m right where I'm supposed to be.”

“What about the kids? What about–”

“Stop, please. Stop worrying so much about everyone else, and what is best for them. The kids know what’s happening. Dee is going to stay in the big house with them. She wants to be there to be their mom, that’s her priority. As for me, well…” he shrugged and began to slowly caress your shoulders with both his hands. “Right now, there is nowhere else in the world I want to be. Question really is, what do you want?”

The baby began to move, as if they were putting in their opinion to the matter. Taking Jensen’s hand from your shoulder, you placed it on the spot where the flutters were. It was ever so slight, but he could feel the movement too.

“I want you, Jensen. You’re all I ever wanted. I just never thought in a million years, you’d want me just as much; forget falling in love with me.”

“Baby,” he started, but needed a moment to reign in some of the emotion he was feeling, “I will never stop falling in love with you… either of you.”

With that, you didn’t want to wait another moment to feel his lips pressed against yours again. Kissing him for the first time in months, truly felt like coming home. Everything that had been missing within you was replaced by that one kiss. His lips parted, and your tongues slipped together, swirling and circling with slow, but reckless abandon. Every part of your body instantly became alive under his touch, as if no time had gone by at all. 

A slow, soft moan escaped you as his arms once again engulfed you, pushing you back towards the bed. The fire had been lit between you once again; as if it had ever really gone out in the first place. The desperation you both felt to have each other was maddening, and in a matter of seconds, clothes were flying in all directions, his mouth exploring your neck and chest as if he’d never been there before. 

You arched your back and grabbed the sides of his head as his mouth moved further down on your body, fingers tangled into his longer hair; the stubble of his weeks growth tickling your slightly swollen belly. That’s where he paused, and kissed it ever so gently. 

“You’re having my baby,” he purred and kissed your belly again. “Our baby…” the corner of his mouth twitched into an impish grin, and you could see passion had replaced all the uncertainty of the expression he wore when you first walked into the room.

“Our baby,” you echoed, caressing his cheek then running your fingers through his hair. 

He moved up on the bed, repositioning himself so he was laying on the pillow next to you. “Do you remember when we used to play with the ice, and I would tease you, make you beg for me to be inside you?”

Just the flash of memories ignited that familiar heat between your legs that only he could seem to summon. “Of course…”

“Good, don’t ever forget it. Just because you and I are together and having a baby, doesn’t mean that I still don’t want you that way.” His hand gently glided through your hair, then traced the lines of your neck. Slowly they made their way to your chin, which he lifted up as he hovered above you. “Don’t ever forget who you belong to. You are mine. And I am yours. And once that kid is born, I’m going to make you beg for it again.”

The forceful, yet deep look of love that lived in his eyes was enough for you to melt under his touch. 

“Don’t ever let me stop begging for you. I never want to be without you again.”

“Good girl,” he purred and leaned down to kiss your lips again. 

This time as he kissed his way down your body, he didn’t stop until he reached your sex. Feeling him between your thighs was like the first time all over again. Suddenly nervous, yet excited for his touch, you let him take you in his mouth. Tongue and lips making a mess of you, and when he slipped his fingers inside you, you could feel his lips smile against your clit when you moaned at the feeling. He didn’t stop once you came, he kept going, making you squirm until you begged him for mercy. 

Jensen sat up from between your legs, wiped his lips of your juices and gently laid up on top of you. As he reached down for a kiss, you could feel him slip up inside you. You both moaned in pleasure, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His eyes found yours, and as he began to move, thrusting slowly in out of you, he never let go of your gaze. Your nails dug into his flesh, his forehead hung down and pressed into yours, while your bodies rocked together in perfect unison. Just as he came inside you, he kissed you deeply and told you once again, how much he loved you; how you were forever his. 

After, he lay beside you under the covers softly tracing the lines of your body, and kissing your shoulder. 

“Did you peek inside the gift box over there?” 

“No, I was a little distracted,” you laughed. 

You were about to roll over and get it, but he beat you to it. You sat up on the bed, and pulled the covers up to cover your chest. Jensen couldn’t take his eyes off you, almost afraid if he did, you would just disappear. He finally handed you the box, and drew in a deep, nervous breath.

“Open it.”

Carefully removing the ribbon, you opened the box and saw a set of keys inside. Attached to the keys was a keychain that had a beautiful diamond ring beside it. You gasped, and touched at the keys and ring, unsure if this really wasn’t a dream of some kind.

“Jensen…”

“Marry me, officially be mine forever. I bought a house… right down the street from the kids in Austin. It’s ours… a place to start our own family, and still be close to our other family.”

Still speechless, you looked at the keychain and saw it had yours and Jensen’s initials on one side, and on the other it said, ‘Forever Mine’.

“Well? Will you?” he asked, and you couldn’t help but find his nerves rather adorable.

“Yes, Jensen. I would be a fool to say no, of course I will marry you!” The way things had gone that evening was nothing close to what you expected. You were beyond touched to know that he had this all waiting for you; waiting for you to realize your foolish decision and come back to him where you belonged. 

Jensen exhaled, bringing a larger than life smile to his face. He quickly made work of taking the ring off the keys, and slipping it onto your finger. 

“You know,” he started, then paused to admire the ring on your finger, “I wasn’t kidding about how lost and dead I felt inside before I met you. I never thought that anyone could make me feel what you made me feel. I tried so hard to hide my feelings, but with each passing night I didn’t show up at your apartment, I realized, even back then, beside you is where I belonged. Didn’t matter if I was home, in Vancouver, or any other city in the world. My mind, body and soul, were always with you. And it wasn’t just the sex, although, you have to admit we are damn good at it…” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, and nodded in agreement. “No lies there.”

“It was just… you. Everything about you… your calm demeanor, how you always wanted to see the good in people. How you handled and took care of the kids. How you handled me. No one has ever been able to understand me like you do, or bring me to my knees the way you could.”

You knew what he meant by that, and a streak of guilt crossed over your heart. 

“I promise I will never leave you like that again.”

“Good. Because if you did, I don't think I would make it next time. Especially now knowing this lil peanut is on her way.”

“Her, huh?” 

“Oh, yeah. It's definitely a girl. I can just tell, I got a sense about it,” he teased and motioned his hand over your belly like a fortune teller over a glass ball. 

“Well, we can find out in another month or so, I hope.”

“I say let’s leave it a surprise. There is nothing traditional about us or how we started. Why start now?”

You adjusted yourself so you were laying back down on the bed, and Jensen did the same. He put an arm around you and pulled you closer so you could lay your head on his chest. The two of you laid there like that for hours, excitedly talking in whispers about your future and caressing each other until sleep finally took over. 

Nine months had passed since Jensen slipped the engagement ring on your finger, and never once did it leave its place there. Not even when you finally had gone into labor did you want to take it off. Jensen had been in New York at a convention when you called to tell him it was happening earlier than expected. Sixteen hours of intense pain and uncertainty while giving birth, and that ring helped you get through it since he couldn’t get to Austin in time. Delayed flights, lost luggage and weather related circumstances kept pushing his arrival back, and you begged the doctor to somehow postpone your labor. 

“Sorry, sweetheart, can’t do it. This baby is coming now and not much we can do to stop it.”

Thankfully, Haley had been staying with you, and she stood by your side, with Jensen on the phone as you pushed and screamed, willing your bundle of joy into the world. 

“Is she healthy? Is she okay? Is Y/N okay?” he asked in one breathless sentence. Haley was so overwhelmed by seeing you holding your baby, she could barely speak. 

“Everyone is doing just fine, Jensen. I’ll send you a picture, but get here as soon as you can…”

He did just that, within two hours of the birth of your son, Jensen was racing through the hospital corridors searching for you. When he came into the room, out of breath and overly disheveled, you couldn’t stop the happy tears from falling at will. 

“Hey,” he said in greeting, keeping his voice hushed and soft. “My God… she’s beautiful.”

“He…” you smiled and gently lifted the baby up into his arms. “We have a son, Jensen.”

“Really?” The word barely squeaked out of his lips, coated with so much sentiment it made you even more teary. “Our son…”

Jensen kissed his newborn son’s forehead so gingerly and studied his features like there would be a test on it later. He lowered himself to sit on the bed beside you, cradling the baby in one arm, and wrapping the other around your shoulders. He leaned over and kissed the side of your head, but didn’t let go of either of you.

“I was so sure it was a girl,” he chuckled. “But to have another son, thank you for this…”

“What should we call him?” 

Jensen slowly let out a breath of air and smiled. “Been thinking about that a lot while trying to get home, but I had all girl names picked out. What do you think?”

“I think we should go with Zep’s choice. He said if he ended up having a baby brother, he wanted to name him Zooma.”

Jensen started laughing, “As in, Paw Patrol Zooma?”

You nodded and smiled. “Mhm, I told him that probably wouldn’t be a good name, so he asked if we could pick a ‘Z’ name so he wasn’t the only one of the kids with a name that started with ‘Z’.”

“Of course he did,” Jensen mused, then lovingly stared down at his son’s precious face. You sat there, watching the two of them, father and son, having their first moments together and felt beyond blessed and grateful that the long journey had come down to this moment. 

“Zachary Allan Ackles…” Jensen whispered, then looked to you for your approval. 

“I love it.”

The day Zachary was born lingered heavily in your mind, as the next most important day of your life was about to start. He was already a few months old, and starting to look more and more like Jensen every day. Zach inherited his father’s green eyes and perfect smile, and every time you looked at your son, you fell more in love with him, and his father. No more doubts had a chance to creep in since Jensen found you at Haley’s all those months before, because he never let an opportunity pass by to let you know how loved you were; how much he meant to keep you his, forever.

“Hey, Y/N, you ready?” 

Haley’s voice cut through the memory and brought you back to the present day. You turned and smiled at her, nodding that you were. 

“Just one minute, okay?”

She closed the door to your bridal suite, and you took one last look at yourself in the mirror. Smoothing out the simple, satin Ivory gown, you inhaled deeply and felt a slight bout of nerves start to rise. 

“It’s my wedding day,” you mused quietly to the empty room. “I’m marrying the man of my dreams, in the house of my dreams, with our beautiful son by our sides. I don’t know what I did to deserve all of this, but I will never take any of it for granted.”

In the mirror’s reflection, you saw the door start to open again. Assuming Haley was coming in to get you moving, you turned and readied yourself with a sarcastic quip, but it fell from your lips when you saw Danneel enter the room. 

“Sorry, to intrude, but the girls couldn’t wait to see you in your dress.”

From behind Dee, JJ and Arrow came bouncing into the room. They were absolutely beautiful in their matching flower girl dresses, big smiles plastered on their faces. 

“Come on, Mom!” Arrow said, grabbing your handing and pulling you with all her might towards the door. “It's time to go marry daddy!”

When she called you ‘Mommy’, your eyes snapped up to see Danneel’s expression, unsure how that would make her feel. But, if she did feel any sort of way, she didn’t show it. She seemed genuinely happy for you and Jensen; had even helped plan some of the wedding. 

“Ok, ok, babygirl, I’m going,” you said, and smiled brightly. 

Just before you all funneled out of the room, Dee gently touched your arm to stop you, and gave you a hug. 

“I want you to know I am so happy for you both, I really, really am. I think we finally found the right way to all be one big happy family.”

You didn’t want to get overly emotional before you even walked down the aisle, but what she said at that moment made it difficult. “I think so too,” was all you managed to get out without crying. 

Danneel however, couldn’t stop her own eyes from watering with them, and again, she didn’t seem bothered by it at all.

“There is no one else in this world I would trust with my kids, and certainly no one else I would ever feel comfortable with, calling Mommy. But you are, you know.”

“Thank you, that means more than you know.”

Dee squeezed your hand, and the two of you shared a moment that will never be forgotten. 

“Ok, ok… now, let’s get you hitched!”

Austin in the spring was beautiful and warm, with bright blue skies and all the dogwood trees in bloom. You waited in the wings of the garden as JJ and Arrow did their thing, leaving pink and yellow petals dotting the satin aisle runner that would lead you to the altar where Jensen was. Zeppelin was at your side, looking cute as ever in his little suit Jensen had chosen for him to wear. Since you had no family, and no close male friends, Zeppelin had offered to hold your hand as you walked down the aisle, so you wouldn’t have to do it alone. The boy’s gesture filled you with a level of love and you were glad to take him up on it. 

Now, as the music began to play, you and Jensen’s oldest son made the long walk through the garden and down towards the gazebo where you would finally become his wife. Taking your place next to Jensen, Dee quickly went up to take Zep’s hand and lead him to his seat right in the front row. Haley sat next to him, holding Zachary and trying her best not to start weeping before it even started. 

Turning your attention to Jensen, you got to take in a good look at how handsome, and sexy, he was in his suit. It was a soft, ivory linen jacket and pants, white shirt unbuttoned to the nape of his neck, and sans tie. His hair was still a bit longer, and at your request, he allowed the growth of stubble to stay on his cheeks. But in the end, he could have been wearing a burlap sack for all you cared. 

“You’re breathtaking,” he whispered, not wanting to interrupt the officiant’s beginning hyperbole of the ceremony. Jensen took your hand in his, and squeezed. “You ready?”

“Been ready,” you smiled and squeezed back.

“Friends, family, you’ve gathered today to witness the love between these two individuals grow into a promise of forever. They, along with their children, want to vow in front of your witness, of their intentions to love, cherish, honor and respect each other from now until the end of their days. Having gotten to know Y/N and Jensen well over these last few months, I have seen their deep affection for each other grow more and more each day. While I am not necessarily a religious man, I do believe that this union was written in Heaven only to be fulfilled here on Earth. The bride and groom have decided to speak vows they have written themselves, so at this time I ask them to pledge their dedication to one another. Jensen…”

“Y/N, you once said to me that we were very unconventional; freak show were the actual words you used.” A murmur of good cheer ripped through your guests, and caused you to smile and shrug slightly as Jensen continued. “You weren’t wrong, but the thing is, it doesn’t matter if we were the biggest freak show on the planet, because I’ve finally found my person. You have a way of knowing exactly what I need at any given moment. Your love and generosity has offered me a safe harbor when I’m feeling uncertain or scared. Your dedication to my other children has proved to me that you are not just my rock, but one of theirs, too. I can’t imagine my life without you and Zachary, and I cannot wait to see what the future holds for us.”

Jensen paused, turned to Jared who stood up from his seat in the front and handed him the wedding rings. Jensen handed his to the officiant, then gently took your left hand and slid yours down your finger, resting perfectly against your engagement ring. 

“Y/N, with this ring, I promise you endless amounts of love and laughter. You have my heart, my soul, my love and my loyalty until the day comes where I am no longer taking in breath. In the years we have together, I vow to support you, understand you, and never lose sight of our passion for each other. I am yours, forever.”

There wasn’t a dry eye among the guests, including yourself. Doing your best to get yourself together, you took the ring from the officiant, and held it tightly in one hand as you started your vows.

“Jensen, you came into my life so unexpectedly, that there are still some days I have to pinch myself to see if I am dreaming. With open arms and an open heart, you took the time to break down my walls, and love me for the hot mess I can be.” Another wave of chuckles carried on the breeze from those in attendance. “Yes, we are a freak show of sorts, but I wouldn’t have it any other way, because in the end we are being true to ourselves, and our feelings for each other and the family we’ve built. YOU are MY rock… you are my best friend and my biggest cheerleader. When hard times hit, or life gets messy, you know exactly how to help me see through to the bigger picture. I too, cannot wait to see the magic the future holds for us.”

Taking Jensen’s ring from the officiant, you took his hand and let the large ring glide down his finger. 

“Jensen, with this ring, I promise you endless days of love and laughter. You have my heart, my soul, my love and loyalty until our days on Earth come to an end. In our future together, I vow to always support you, understand you, love and respect you. And I promise to never lose sight of our passion, or how deeply our love is rooted in soil. You are mine and I am yours, forever.”

“By the power given to me, by the great state of Texas, ladies and gentlemen, please rise and celebrate, Mr. and Mrs. Jensen Ackles!”

Before your names could even leave the officiant’s mouth, Jensen grabbed you and pulled you in for a deep, loving, but appropriate for the moment, kiss. You could hear Jared whistling and cheering, all three of the kids yelling out words of congratulations, the other guests following suit. It was a small wedding, but the jubilation they showered you with was loud and genuine. Even Danneel stood up and was clapping and cheering with the rest. 

As you and Jensen turned to face all your friends and family, that moment was imprinted in your memory. Seeing all of the happy smiling faces, celebrating a love that you had thought would always be wrong and forbidden. Not anymore. Because now…

You were his. 

He was yours. 

And everyone in the whole world knew it.

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[can-youimagine]

Work In Progress Chapter Five

Summary: After leaving the BAU, you promised you would never go back. But then, you meet your replacement. Your genius, caring, loving replacement, and you can't stop yourself from being pulled back into that world.

Chapter TW: See Series Masterlist for series TW.

Word Count: 551

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You hope you haven’t messed things up too much. You aren’t entirely sure why you told Spencer all of that. There is just something comforting about him; you can’t help but trust him.

You’ve only ever met one other person like that.

Scrolling through your contacts, you stop over that name. “Aaron? You free?”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

You hand up the phone and race off to your apartment. Of course, Aaron is already waiting for you.

“Wanna come in?” You’re already unlocking the door.

He doesn’t answer but follows you in. Once he’s inside your apartment, he breaks the silence. “You went out with Reid?”

You nod. “Never thought I’d have anything to do with the Bureau again.”

“I”m glad you stayed, (Y/N).”

You shrug. “Never was one for change. Career change was already a lot.” He watches you. “I told you, I don’t like being profiled.”

He’s a bit embarrassed that he was caught and mutters a quick apology. “Do you ever think you could come back?”

“Would you let me?”

That causes him to pause. “I don’t know.”

“There’s your answer.” You fall onto your couch, motioning for him to sit next to you. “How’re things with Haley?”

“Great, actually,” he admits. “We had a baby last year, Jack.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Despite your protest, you can still feel him profiling you. “I’m glad you got the chance to be a dad. Jack’s lucky.”

He places a hand on your shoulder, urging you to look at him. “That wasn’t your fault.”

“And it wasn’t yours.”

He doesn’t seem to believe you. You aren’t sure he ever will, but he drops the subject anyway.

“I told him.”

His face stiffens.

“I didn’t tell him everything. Nothing about you. I’m not sure why even told him anything. I just felt I could trust him.”

“He’s a good guy.”

“I’m sorry for calling, I just-”

“You’re fine, (Y/N).” He squeezes your thigh. “Always.”

“I should have called sooner.”

“You needed time. I didn’t want to rush you.”

“Thanks.” You rest your head on his shoulder. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. It hasn’t been the same without you.”

You bark out a laugh. “Oh, I’m sure.”

“I mean it. We miss you.”

“I miss y’all, too. Hopefully, if things go well with Spencer, I’ll come by sometime.”

“I’d love that. We all would.”

You fall into a comfortable silence, just like you used to, before you speak up, “I should let you get back.”

He nods but makes no move to get up. “Probably.”

“Thank you, again, for coming over.”

“(Y/N), call me, whenever you need me. I’m here for you.”

“I know.” You pull yourself off of him. “You need to get home. To your wife and son.”

He follows your lead. “I know. I know.” He stops just before the door and turns around. “I hope that things go well with Reid. You both deserve it.”

“Thank you. And, honestly, I’m glad to hear that things worked out with you and Haley.”

“Thank you. Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Giving him a quick hug, you wish him a good night. With thoughts of Spencer and Aaron swimming in your head, you fall into a peaceful sleep for the first time in a while.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine

[uncpanda]

Small town Moose: Part 1

Prompt: When your best friend convinces you to move to DC with her, you’re more than a little lonely. You’re used to life in a small town, not a big city. For the first time in your life you’re mostly alone with your only company being your dog Moose. Then you meet a single dad and his son, and you realize maybe you’re not so alone? 

AN: After watching the show, I noticed that Hotch is fairly open outside of work, he’s not as serious and he smiles more. This is taking place about two years after Haley’s death, Jack is six. Reader is around 25-28 I rewrote this thing about six times, hopefully y’all will like it. 

“Can I pet your puppy?” 

You look up from your book to see a little boy smiling at you. He’s the first friendly face you’ve seen in the two weeks since you’ve moved to DC. “Of course, Moose loves attention.” 

The boy giggles at the name, “He’s not a moose.” 

“No, but when he was little he had these long legs and big paws, and he just reminded me of a moose.” He laughs at that explanation and moves in to pet your dog. He’s extremely gentle for a child, and Moose, the attention whore that he is, eats up every moment of it. 

“He’s really fluffy.” 

You smile, and lower your voice as though you’re going to tell him a secret, “You know what Moose loves more than anything in the world?” 

“What?” 

“Treats.” 

At the word your goofy dog becomes fully alert, and starts to do a full body shimmy. The boy laughs again and you pull out one of Moose's treats. “Do you want to give it to him?” 

He nods and you give him instructions on how to give it. You watch as the boy does exactly as instructed, it’s the best moment you’ve had in weeks. 

“Jack!” 

Your head snaps up at the sound of a frantic voice. The boy smiles and waves his hand, “Hi daddy.” 

The man comes towards the two of you at a full run, and when he reaches you he immediately starts checking the boy over for any injuries. When he seems satisfied that the boy is safe, he pulls him into a hug. “You can’t walk away like that buddy. You scared me.” 

“I saw a puppy.” 

The man’s eyes close and lets out a gentle laugh, “Just let me know next time, and we’ll go see the puppy together.” 

The boy, Jack, nodds, and very excitedly starts telling his dad all about Moose. The man listens with rapt attention and when Jack is done he turns to you and his dad and asks, “Can I play with Moose?”

You can tell his dad is struggling with what to say, so you step in, “As long as it’s okay with your dad, I don’t mind.” 

The man looks at you and you reassure him, “Moose is very gentle, he has all his shots, and honestly if your son doesn’t mind tiring him out some more I won’t object.” 

The man smiles, “Sounds good to me.” 

Jack and Moose can’t go too far. You have a long lead for him but not long enough for him to leave your sight. The man settles on the bench next to you, “Thank you for watching him until I found him. I took a phone call, I looked away for a second . . . it was stupid.” 

You shake your head, “Sounds human to me, and to be honest I didn’t even think about his lack of guardian. He was so excited about Moose, it was really cute.”  

He raises an eyebrow at that, and then he smiles, “In my not so humble opinion, Jack is the cutest kid I’ve ever seen.” 

You laugh at that show of fatherly pride, but you can’t help but agree. You hold out your hand and introduce yourself, “I’m Y/F/N Lance. It’s nice to meet you.” 

He takes your hand, it’s nice and warm, and sends the smallest tingle through you, “Aaron Hotchner.” 

The two of you watch Moose and Jack play for a minute before he asks, “Are you from around here?” 

“Just moved here two weeks ago, under protest.” 

“Military?” 

You shake your head, “No. I do website design and some photography on the side. I moved here at the request of my best friend. She got a new job here, and needed a roommate. She didn’t like the idea of rooming with someone she didn’t know, so she hounded me until I said yes.” 

“That sounds . . .” 

“Like torture? No. She means well, and to be honest it’s probably good to get away.” 

“You don’t sound like you believe that.” 

You laugh, “Is this an interrogation?” 

His lips quirk and he shakes his head, “Not at all. It’s a side effect of the job I suppose.” 

“Cop?”

“Something like that.” 

Before the conversation can go any further, Moose and Jack are back. Your dog, ever the dramatic, makes a scene out of lying down on his side and panting. Jack is quick to follow his lead, and climbs into Aaron’s arms. 

You watch as he adjusts the boy, and stands up, “Well, it looks like you have a tired dog and I have a tired kid. I’d say with the exception of a close heart attack, this was a successful outing.” 

You smile and nod, while pouring some water into Moose’s collapsible dish. “It was nice meeting you Aaron. And it was wonderful meeting you Jack.” 

The boy smiles and buries his head in his father’s neck. And it’s with a little bit of sadness that you watch them go. You give Moose a few minutes to get ready to walk again. The walk back to your apartment building is less than a mile, but it’s not like you have anywhere to be; you’d finished unpacking everything within three days, your home office was set up, and you’d started getting Moose’s new schedule under control. 

You pick up pizza, wings, and anything else that you’re craving. The leftovers will mean no cooking for a few days, and that honestly sounds like heaven. The pizza place is less than a block from your place and you make it home in record time. 

You’re just walking into the lobby when you bump into someone. You apologize as you regain your footing and look up into a familiar set of eyes. Aaron is quick to steady you, and ask, “Are you okay?” 

“Fine. I feel stupid for trying to manuver a dog and food at the same time, but I’m fine.” 

He smiles, “You live in this building?” 

You nod, and give him your apartment number, he laughs, “That’s right next to Jack and me.” 

This time you laugh with him, “Here, let me help you with that.” Before you can protest he’s taken the majority of the food out of your arms, and all you can say is thank you. 

“It’s really not a problem. We’re going in the same direction.” 

The elevator ride is silent for a minute before he says, “Jack is going to be ecstatic that Moose lives next door.” Moose wags his tail at the mention of his name, “He’s all Jack could talk about on the way home. He told Jessica all about him on the phone.” 

“His mom?” 

“Aunt. His mother passed away about two years ago.” 

There's sadness in his voice, but you don’t say you’re sorry. You’d always hated those words in times of grief, “It’s never easy to lose a loved one.” 

“No, it’s not.” 

There’s another moment of silence before you get the nerve to ask, “Have you an Jack eaten yet?” 

“What?” 

“I ordered too much food. That should teach me to order before I’m starving. So if you and Jack haven’t eaten yet, why don’t you guys come over.” 

You watch him consider it for a moment, before he agrees, “That would be lovely. Thank you.” 

You drop Moose’s leash when the elevator doors open, and he goes straight for the apartment door. “We’ll be over in about five minutes, is that okay?”

“Perfect.” 

Sure enough, five minutes later, right on the dot, there’s a knock on the door. On the other side is a very excited Jack, and an amused looking Aaron. The boy breaks out of his father’s hold and makes a mad dash for Moose. A second later he’s curled up on the dog bed too. 

Aaron looks flummoxed, and you reassure him, “I just washed the dog bed if that’s any comfort.” 

“It is, but I think I may have been replaced by a dog.” 

Jack has no interest in food at the moment, instead he’s telling Moose about everything he knows. So you and Aaron eat together, “How long ago did you move in again?” 

“Two weeks ago.” 

“And you’re all unpacked and everything. I had boxes around my place for months.” 

It was something to do in between work times. The two of you fall into an easy conversation. You talk about your small hometown, he tells you about his life. He’s quick to explain that he travels a lot for work, and his sister-in-law helps care for Jack. Jack eventually eats, before going back to lay next to Moose. It’s nearing ten o’clock when you both notice the time. Jack is conked out, one arm wrapped around Moose, while one of your dog’s paws rest on Jack. 

You bring a finger to your lips to signal for silence, and sneak back to your office. You grab your camera, and take several shots. When you’re satisfied you turn back to Aaron and say, “I’ll send them to you, but it was too cute a moment to pass up on.” He just smiles, and you can’t help but think that maybe you’re not as alone as you originally thought. 

#aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #jack hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x you #hotch x you #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds fanfic #goldendoodle #bau

[moodywyrm]

abby and her gf whose always bringing home random stray animals . cuz u cant leave them to be outside in the cold :( u had no choice but to take them home!!!

-🧩

Agh puzzle nonnie I’m so sorry it took so long to respond!! I have so many asks on the back burner rn bc y’all keep sending such good thoughts, I forgot to respond to this one 😭

Abby would be so concerned the first time you brought home a stray cat. It was pouring rain and you found this soaked through lil void of a cat huddling next to your building, so obviously you had to take her in! you get her inside, after coaxing her into your jacket, and ur sitting in the bathroom, holding her in a clean dry towel after having already dried her off to the best of your ability, when Abby comes home. Just a side note, I think she loves calling out “honey I’m home” or some variation on that bc she thinks it’s cute. And ur like “pls don’t freak out, I’m in the bathroom.”

So now she Is freaking out bc what kind of response is that. And then she walks into the bathroom and pauses. like. is that a cat. And ur like, yeah :] can we keep her?

Abby tries to convince you not to, but the cat is already so attached, all cuddled up in your lap, purring, that she couldn’t bear making you part with the cat. So that’s how you and Abby get your first pet together! You name her Soot, short for Soot Spirit, and she becomes ur guys child!

And it’s like another three months until the next incident. She comes home and Soot is meowing at the front door, waiting for her like “mom come look at this bullshit” bc when Abby finds you, ur playing with a lil pitbull puppy in the bathroom! and she’s like. Again. And ur like Abby pls pls pls. And the puppy trods up to her and jumps up on her leg, giving her the cutest, well, puppy eyes, and she’s like “fucking hell ok”. and that’s ur second baby! Her name is Haley (after Dick Grayson’s pittie) and she follows Abby everywhere!!! She loves Abby so much!!! And you!!! So now you guys are mothers of two.

And then it happens again. Abby comes home to you cradling another cat, a tabby, and she’s like. Baby. We literally cannot have another pet. And u know she’s right this time :( bc the apartment is full enough with the four of you, u can’t have another baby :( and so begins the process of u n Abby rescuing animals you come across, taking them to really good shelters <3 that tabby cat btw? Nora ends up adopting him, naming him Dean n he becomes her lil guy 💕

this is by far one of the best additions to the college basketball Abby x chubby reader universe thank u 🧩 nonnie

#🧩 anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader fluff

[honeypiehotchner]

intelligence & issues (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- chapter thirty-five

Welcome to the shitshow! Remember that I love y’all <3

Warnings: arguing, fighting, tension, angst

Previous chapter || Fic Masterlist

Chapter Thirty-Five: I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you

The tearful phone call with your mom lasts for nearly four hours.

“I just don’t know what to do,” you admit. “I don’t want to leave the BAU.”

“I know, honey.”

“And I’m not going to,” you say firmly, wiping your cheeks on the back of your hand. “I didn’t let Trevor stop me from accepting that job with the BCI, I’m not letting this stop me from staying in the BAU. I’m better than that.”

“I know, baby.”

“And I want Aaron, I do, but if it’s at this cost, then I…” You don’t even want to say it out loud.

“Have you talked to him?” Your mom asks gently.

You shake your head. “Haley surprised him at the office earlier with Jack, so I’m sure he’s hanging out with Jack for the rest of the day. He might spend the night, too.”

“Hm,” your mom sighs. “Is he trying to get back together with her?”

“Not that I know of.” You pause. “I don’t think he is. I know him, he’d…he’d tell me if they were, right? Or if she had asked about it?”

“I want to say that he would, honey, but I don’t know. I’ve seen the way he looks at you and I know he loves you, but…”

“But what?”

“Marriage…” Your mom sighs. “When you marry someone, especially as young as the two of them were, the bond is different. Add a child into the mix and it’s…it’s hard to let go of.” She pauses. “I never told you this, but letting go of your father was the hardest decision I ever had to make.”

“You told me it was the easiest.”

“Because I had to tell myself that. If I told myself anything else, I wouldn’t have had the courage to leave. I had to convince myself I could do it, and that meant letting you know that I could. I didn’t want you to think our independence should be held hostage from us.”

“So you’re saying…”

“I’m saying, I know you love him, and I know he loves you. But you’re still young. And whatever your future looks like, as long as it has the best version of you, then it’s enough. Everything else will sort itself out. But you have to be there and be the best you before everything else can fall into place around you.”

+++

When you head into the BAU the next day, you go straight to Hotch’s office. You don’t stop at your desk, or Morgan’s when he calls out to you (though you do wave at him, and Emily too).

“Come in,” Hotch announces after hearing a knock, unaware that it’s you.

“Hey,” you say to get his attention. “Can we talk?”

Immediately, he stands, rounding his desk to gather you in his arms. “Hey, of course. I’m so sorry I couldn’t call you last night.”

“It’s okay,” you pause to accept his kiss. “I was on the phone with my mom for a while anyway.”

“Everything okay?” He asks.

“Yes and no,” you exhale nervously, stepping out of his arms, needing to ground yourself. “That’s why I came straight here.”

“Okay…” He steps over and shuts the door, gesturing for you to continue.

“When I was called into Strauss’s office yesterday, it wasn’t about being back. It wasn’t routine. It was because she knows about us.”

“I know.”

You freeze, mouth open and ready to speak, but you shut it slowly, processing his words. “What do you mean you know?”

“I talked with her yesterday before I left.”

“And you didn’t think to text me about it yesterday?”

Aaron watches you carefully. “If I recall correctly, you didn’t tell me the real reason Strauss talked to you either.”

“Because Haley was here with Jack!” You argue. “I wasn’t going to bring that up in front of them.”

“Okay, I understand.”

“What did Strauss talk to you about?” You ask, not wanting to stay near the topic of Haley for too long. “Was it just about her knowing about us?”

Aaron looks like he doesn’t want to answer, but you stare him down until he does. “Yes. And she asked if you had been…inappropriately pushing yourself onto me.”

“What?”

“I told her you had done nothing like that whatsoever,” he says quickly and firmly, wanting you to hear him. “But she did ask that your behavior be monitored for the time being.”

“For the— Hotch, are you kidding me? Don’t tell me you agreed to that?”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“You could’ve told her that our relationship is mutually consensual and none of her business.”

He gives you a look because you both know he couldn’t tell Strauss it’s “none of her business,” but you still wish he had. You could certainly never say something like that to her, but he could almost definitely get away with it. You’d be surprised if he hasn’t said something similar to Strauss before this.

“I didn’t want to confirm anything about us and risk your termination as an agent in the bureau.”

“Well, thank you for your concern, but Strauss very politely told me yesterday that I need to pick a transfer before she forces me out of here.”

“What?”

“She talked to me about transferring the entire time,” you cry. “She told me I’m young, I don’t need to go to extreme lengths to prove myself and better my skillset.”

“It’s true, you don’t.”

“She thinks I’m sleeping with you to do exactly that.”

Aaron sighs heavily. “I told her that you’re not.”

“She’s not going to believe it. She obviously didn’t believe you since my behavior is now going to be monitored like I’m a fucking child.”

“I know it’s not ideal,” Hotch says. “And I wish I didn’t have to agree with her. But if these are some small prices we have to pay, then…we have to pay them.”

It sounds good. In theory. It sounds right.

But it’s wrong.

“No,” you shake your head. “Because they’re not prices that we’re paying. It’s all coming down on me. And I can’t do that. I can’t.”

“Y/N…” He hates that you feel this way, and part of him knows you’re right.

“I know we said we would wait before telling Strauss, but that was before she found out. She already knows now, so why don’t we go to her ourselves and tell her how serious we are?”

You thought he’d be all for this idea. But he shakes his head.

“It isn’t that simple.” He pauses. “She also mentioned others overhearing our…less than appropriate comments to one another.”

“You mean yours.”

“Excuse me?”

“Hotch, I told you before we even started any of this that we needed to stay professional. Your good girl comments here and there surely weren’t peak professionalism.”

“If it’s been making you uncomfortable, why haven’t you stopped me?”

“Because I wasn’t uncomfortable,” you cry. “I never was, and I never am around you. I knew we were pushing it, but I didn’t think about stopping.”

“Okay,” he nods. “I’m sorry. I should’ve known better.”

“It’s fine—”

“No, Y/N, as unit chief, I should’ve known better.”

“Okay…” You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to keep going. “Okay?”

“I think it would be best if you and I take a step back from our relationship until this all settles down.”

You blink. “What?”

“I knew since the beginning that something like this could happen,” he pauses. “And I’ve worried for a while now that our relationship is too…inappropriate.” Pause. “That it’s putting a strain on the team and our jobs.”

“How long is a while?” You ask. And when he doesn’t reply, you demand an answer. “Hotch. How long have you been thinking like this?”

“Since the night you were shot,” he admits quietly, “and we almost lost you.”

“Since…” You cut yourself off out of sheer disbelief. “You’re telling me you’ve been thinking like this for…for the past six months?”

“Y/N—”

“All this time we’ve been together, and you’ve just been waiting to break up with me.”

“I want to be with you, but our jobs…”

“And if I transfer somewhere else? What then?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I don’t want you to sacrifice your job here for our relationship.”

“And if I do?”

He says nothing.

You figure that’s enough of an answer.

“Do you need me for anything today?” You ask. “For work.”

“No,” he murmurs.

“I’ll be going home, then,” you say. “Have a good rest of your day.”

+++

Down in the bullpen, Morgan, Emily, and Garcia have been watching your conversation with Hotch unfold through the cracks in the blinds of his office. He didn’t close them all the way, so Spencer has been able to lip read.

But as soon as Spencer realized the conversation wasn’t going anywhere good, he stopped.

When you open the door to Hotch’s office, you’re not surprised at all to find the team staring up at you. You ignore eye contact with every single one of them as you skip down the steps, heading straight for the glass doors.

Hotch stands in the doorway of his office, watching you go, watching Garcia and Emily run after you.

Standing outside the elevator, shaking with frustration, and holding back your tears as hard as you can, refusing to cry here.

“Okay, what just happened?” Pen asks, and you almost don’t hear her because you can barely see straight anyway.

“Nothing,” you mutter. “Or—I don’t know. I don’t actually know what just happened to me. God, can this thing hurry up?” You press the call button a few more times.

“It didn’t look like nothing,” Emily replies.

“It looked like—Wait.” Pen stops, her eyes wide. “Did you—”

Finally, the elevator doors open.

“Did you break up?” Emily finishes, sadness all over her face.

“I don’t know,” you reply, stepping inside the elevator. “Ask him, I guess.”

You reach over and almost press the ground floor, but at the last second, you hit Strauss’s floor number.

You wave sadly at Pen and Emily, and as the doors close, you catch a glimpse of Hotch standing at the glass doors.

I can always return to the BAU someday, you tell yourself. Maybe this is a sign that I’m needed somewhere else.

After Aaron sees the elevator doors close, he knows right then that he’s lost you.

Next chapter

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Manny🌙

summary: Zira and Aaron spend the first of many days together.

pairing: Zira (fem!black!oc) x Aaron Hotchner, Jillian Daly (fem!lesbian!oc)

warnings: some internal angst, mentions of haley’s death

an: this, like most of the other parts, makes me smile like an idiot but also makes my heart break a little. maybe y’all will feel the same way? let me know! song inspo is parking lot by genevieve stokes.

word count: 1960

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Zira has about 30 minutes left in her shift when Aaron makes his way down the stairs. He had gone for a short walk after breakfast and then up to his room to shower and change. She doesn’t understand why her mouth is practically water when he’s just in a soft grey t-shirt and jeans, but he looks so good in the basics.

“Hey there.” She murmurs, glancing at him before looking back down at the brochures and pamphlets she was sorting through. She’s been doing this for the past hour, nervously awaiting him to come up to her and now here he is. She’s perplexed at why he makes her so nervous and makes it her mission to find out more about him, though his intentions are easy to read.

“Hi.” He says simply, a slight smile on his face, his eyes warm but cautious.

“We can jump right in. Depending on what your vibe is there are three routes you can go. The rural route, the village route or the city route. The village route is kind of a happy medium between the other two choices. It’s the most well rounded, the one I always recommend unless I get strong vibes from someone.” She pushes the three different pamphlets towards him, and he picks up the village one which doesn’t surprise her.

“You don’t get strong vibes from me?” He muses as he flips through it.

“I do but I think any of these might help you find what you’re looking for.”

He stops reading, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. “What I’m looking for?”

“You’re on a self discovery journey aren’t you?”

“Of sorts. How did you know?” His head tilts, his tongue sticking out slightly in the cutest way.

She shrugs, a smug grin on her face. “It takes one to know one Aaron.”

“I did notice that you don’t have the accent like everyone else who works here.” He rubs his chin, looks at her with narrowed eyes and she laughs, the sound spreading a warmth throughout his entire being. He wonders for a moment how it’s so easy with her.

“I moved here from Atlanta. Needed a change of pace.”

“Still haven’t found what you’re looking for?” He leans onto the counter, and she smells the faintest scent of his cologne, it’s warm, piney, and inviting.

“I’m not sure yet.” The two of them hold eye contact for a moment, her skin feels hot, and his hands are slicker than usual. Zira looks away first, clearing her throat as she looks back down at the pamphlets. “So, have you chosen?”

He shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts and wets his lips. “What would you do?”

“I personally have my own route, it’s a mix of the three though it’s heavier on the rural aspect.”

“It sounds like something I would be interested in.”

Her hand is in her hair, twisting a curl around her finger. He’s noticed it a couple times, when they first met at breakfast and now. “Well I’m on the clock-“ She begins but she’s cut off.

“No you’re not. Be a good host and take this fine gentleman to see Swords.” Jillian walks down the hall with a stack of towels. She comes behind the counter and sets them down. “I’ve got it covered, you’re off soon here anyway.”

“Are you sure?” Zira makes direct eye contact trying to be subtle about her excitement.

“Yes, go, we can handle 30 minutes of your shift. I hate to break it to you but we did run this place before you moved here.”

“Alright, fine. Do you mind waiting for me while I change?” Zira looks back at Aaron who shakes his head with an easy smile.

“Of course not, take your time.”

“Thanks.” She gives him a genuine smile before passing him to run up the stairs to her room.

“So…” Jillian begins, eyes thoroughly assessing him, much like last night.

He knows what’s about to come, but he hadn’t had this conversation in a very long time, not since he was 17. He goes for small talk. “This is a lovely place you have.”

“I know. Listen, she’s a sweet girl. The sweetest and the brightest, she’s the best the world has to offer. Even though you’re only here for two weeks you do right by her do you hear me? Do not take advantage of her or I will throw you out on the street. Heard?” She raises her eyebrow at him, her mouth set in a hard line. He loves that she’s protective of Zira, that she has people to watch after her.

“Yes ma’am, of course.” He ducks his head. It’s a strange feeling for him to be nervous and giddy, he feels like he’s going on a first date with a girl he really likes. He hasn’t felt this alive in years and while he leans into the feeling he has to admit to himself that he’s afraid.

How could he guard himself when she was so…her?

“Good.” Jillian says, pulling him out of thought. “She likes hydrangeas, dark chocolate, and cows.”

“Cows?”

“Yes, there’s a lot of those here, she likes to pet them.”

“I’ll…keep that in mind.”

“Oh, and if you go into the city don’t let her take you to Thomas’, she goes there because there’s a creepy guy that gives her free drinks and she thinks it’s harmless but it’s not. He’s a perv.” She instructs firmly, a fire in her eyes.

He finds himself wanting to find this guy and tell him to piss off, but he’s hoping she won’t try to take him there. He makes a mental note to possibly bring it up, but doesn’t want to overstep boundaries. He’s already protective of her and his chest tightens with anxiety. It hasn’t even been 6 hours since he’s met her. “Alright.”

“I think I’ll let her tell you the rest.”

He’s about to open his mouth to say thank you when she comes barreling down the stairs in a tight fitted crop top and her best pair of jeans. Jillian bites away her smile, knowing that if Zira’s wearing those jeans that she’s definitely trying to catch his attention.

“Ready?” She fiddles with the diamond necklace that sits on the base of her neck.

“Ready.”

“I’ll be back to help with breakfast prep.”

“Don’t worry, take your time, have fun and be safe. If you go into the city let me know.”

“Alright mom.”

“Hey, I might as well be.”

Aaron notices the comment and braces for an awkward moment but Zira just shoots her the middle finger as they back out of the door, making everyone laugh.

“So I was thinking we could start slow, see what the land has to offer around here first before we branch out if that’s alright?” She offers as they make their way down the stairs.

“I’m just letting you guide me. I trust you’ll show me everything that’s worthwhile.”

“You know it. We have a bit of a walk to this lake I wanna take you to. Do you know how to row?”

“Like a boat?”

“Yes.”

“Vaguely.”

“That’s all I need. You’re alright with walking? Or should I get my car?”

“Walking is just fine.”

He asks her about the background of the bed and breakfast and she gives him as much history as she can. He likes the way she talks with her hands, and how her head tilts ever so slightly when she starts a sentence. He feels like he’s never met anyone like her already, wants to drink in every detail of her till the last drop.

On the way to the lake they pass a small cottage surrounded by acres and lots of Zira’s favorite: cows. She smiles at the petite woman who’s tending to her flowers in the front yard, gets a returning wave and smile just as wide. The cows are peppered along the green grove and Zira hoists herself over the fence and walks over to the cow closest.

She glances up at Aaron as she gives the cow a good set of pats between the ears. “They’re just so sweet you know.”

He shrugs and shifts on his feet from side to side. “I’m not much of an animal person.”

“Oh, come here.” She takes a step towards him and reaches for his hand, pulling him flush against the fence, within reach of the cow she’s petting. His mind is far away from the situation at hand. It’s the first time they've touched and he feels a current run through his entire body. She places his hand in between the ears of a cow she calls Manny. Manny is soft and fuzzy, and nuzzles into Hotch’s hand to his surprise. “Likes you.” She whispers to him, so close that she could plant a kiss on his cheek.

Aaron looks at her, his eyes searching hers, completely enamored already. “The feeling is mutual.”

____

Once they make it to the lake, there’s some real talk.

“So what brought you here? Swords gets traffic but it’s not a place people are just dying to come to.” She probes, keeping her voice gentle.

“Well you already know the answer to that. It takes one to know one.” He repeats her words from earlier.

“That’s just the simple answer. I want more.”

He hesitates, eyes flickering down to where his hands row and then back up to hers. “My wife and I got divorced. My ex wife.”

“Oh, Aaron, I’m sorry.”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know if I’m sorry. I loved her, I always will but we didn’t work. At some point we stopped understanding each other and things fell apart.” He looks away from her gaze, a sense of guilt running through him.

“It’s still love lost. Even if it’s for the best, you’re allowed to mourn it.”

“You sound like you have experience.”

“No parents. No grandparents. One friend back home who’s married and recently expecting. And then there’s Maggie and Jillian. So at the end of the day…it’s just me.”

“It’s just me too.”

“Not for now, we could live in the moment. It could be us.” She suggests, though she keeps her voice light, doesn’t want to seem too serious and get rejected. She can’t believe she’s said it, usually she spends a night or two with a person and calls it quits. The word us implies so much to her. A word she’s often found that feels heavy on her tongue. But, she could do a 13 day us, a finite amount of time.

He nods shyly, keeping his rowing steady. ”It could be.”

That’s the end of the heavy stuff for a bit, the two of them move to lighter places like fond memories of college and their favorite things as they make a large lap around the lake. It’s easy, effortless to talk to him and she wonders already why she’s been sent a man she can’t have something with. Maybe it was part of the journey, it’s rare that she finds herself wanting to be with someone these days, and she’s prepared to be disappointed and elusive. But a small part of her can’t help but wonder if she’s possibly found what she’s looking for. He thinks the same, feeling lucky on his first full day in Swords.

The idea of that terrifies her, but she has this feeling she can’t shake. It’s the feeling that he’s somehow already made his way into the guarded gates of her heart. A feeling she’ll ignore until the bitter end. 13 days. She can do it. Part of her might even feel like she has to.

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Leo and Kasey bondingggg and freaking out over the o’hara brothers

we all need more kasey and leo in out lives

(btw, you are an amazing writer and person!! you are amazing for writing all of our ideas and your own ideas!! <333)

O’Hara appreciation time, y’all! Whoop whoop! Credit for all these characters goes to @lumosinlove!

“God, that’s hot,” Kasey and Leo breathed at the same time.

Leo glanced over at him, feeling a smile twitch at his mouth. “I hope you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about.”

“No, I’m going after your beanpole boy,” Kasey said sarcastically. Alex came around for another pass with Finn hot on his heels and they both whooped. “Go get ‘em, gorgeous!”

“Thanks, Bliz!”

“Fuck off, Harzy,” Kasey laughed, flipping Finn the bird as he grinned.

“You’re doing great, sweetie!” Leo called, cupping his hands around his mouth as Finn checked Alex into the boards.

Kasey narrowed his eyes. “Break my boyfriend and I’ll break you!”

“We’re getting some very mixed messages out here,” Talker said mildly, stopping in front of them for Gatorade. “Bench talk is supposed to stay on the bench, right?”

Leo raised an eyebrow. “You want bench talk? Cause we can do some real bench talk.”

Kasey cleared his throat. “Hey, honey, score a goal for me and I’ll—”

“No!” Talker shouted, spraying him in the face with his waterbottle. “I was kidding, Jesus Christ! This is a family establishment, you horndog!”

Shaved ice coated the side of Talker’s face as Alex skated over and kissed Kasey’s forehead. “No, no, let him finish.”

“Oh, are we doing bench talk?” Finn face lit up and he propped his elbows on the boards, batting his eyelashes at Leo in the way that always made his knees weak. “Hiya, sunshine.”

“Hey, Fish. Lookin’ good out there.” He nudged their noses together and punched Kasey in the arm when he rolled his eyes. “Come on, Bliz, like you’re any better. Where’s Lo?”

“Having a shootout with Noelle.” Talker tilted his head toward the goal with a fond smile. “She’s kicking his ass.”

“Of course she is,” Alex said, stepping through the little door onto solid ground. “Who’s up for hot chocolate?”

“Me!” The four of them chorused; Leo shivered slightly in the chilly air of the outdoor rink and Finn looped his scarf around his neck, pulling him in for a proper kiss as he tucked it into his coat. Talker laughed under his breath and skated back out to cheer Noelle on.

“Toasty?” he asked, smiling against Leo’s lips.

“Mhmm.”

“Finnigan, I’m not buying you cocoa if you lag behind to kiss your boyfriend,” Alex teased, even as he folded Kasey into his arms for a snuggle.

Finn made a face. “That’s not my name.”

“Go get me some cocoa,” Leo said, kissing him once more as he stepped off the ice. Finn heaved a playful sigh and traded his skates for sneakers before following Alex to the concession stand; Leo kept his eyes firmly on his rear end. “Do you think it’s genetic?”

“What?”

“The perfect ass.”

“Oh, definitely.” Kasey nodded and leaned against the boards with a low whistle. “The O’Haras hit the jackpot, huh?”

“I think it’s the eyes.”

“Really?”

“Yup. Finn’s got those big Bambi eyes that could make ice melt with a look, but Alex’s are darker, like chocolate.”

Kasey raised his eyebrows. “Have you been ogling my boyfriend, Knut?”

“Hell no,” Leo snorted. “Have you seen mine recently?”

“We should send Haley and Ramsey a thank-you card one of these days.”

“Thanks for creating two ridiculously pretty bisexual polyamorous hockey players?”

“Exactly. Nat could decorate it.”

The brothers carefully balanced three hot chocolates each on their arms as they started walking over, sending Kasey and Leo identical bright smiles. “It’s so unfair,” Leo groaned.

“I know, right?” Kasey sighed. “The dimples are bad enough, but then you add the freckles…ugh. They’re just too pretty.”

“Who’s too pretty?” Logan asked as he wrapped his arms around Leo’s waist from behind.

“The O’Haras,” they said in unison. Logan groaned and buried his face between Leo’s shoulder blades.