#you cannot replace aaron okay

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Wasteland, Baby

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

WC: 3.4k

TW: Mentions of Murders, mentions of suicide, discussion of suicide, trauma, emotional turmoil, death, arguing, abandonment issues, commitment issues, Angst, some fluff

A/N: Thanks for bearing with me as I try to get off the struggle bus y'all. here is the highly anticipated part 2 of Stick Season !

All the fear and the fire of the end of the world Happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl Happens great, happens sweet Happily, I'm unfazed here, too

It had been three years since you left the BAU and you had just turned down a job at the FBI from Erin Strauss. You never heard from her again. 

But you did attend her funeral in D.C a week later.

You didn’t alert any of the BAU that you were returning for her funeral, since you could only imagine the pain they were feeling. 

The plane ride was filled with thoughts of what life would have been like if you had rejoined the FBI. Maybe she wouldn't have died. Maybe she’d still be calling you and sending you email after email with job offers. 

You had quickly stopped by the wake, the day before, to pay your respects, and give Strauss’ family your deepest condolences. It was painful, seeing someone you spoke to last week, stiff, lifeless, in a coffin where they will be for the rest of time. 

But the worst part was the burial. 

Blending in at a funeral has never been a strong suit of the BAU’s, except for you. You were calm, respectful, and blended in with the rest of the spectators. 

Until you looked across the circle and saw Aaron Hotchner looking directly at you. Whatever he had been feeling before, was quickly wiped away when you looked back at him, confirming his suspicions that you were here, in the graveyard. The look on his face was replaced with a more somber one as he redirected his attention back to the priest, but you knew you would be unable to just leave now that you had been spotted. 

Once she had been lowered into the ground, Hotch made his way towards you, catching his colleges interested. Where was he going? Who was he looking for?

“Y/n.” 

You smiled at him. It didn’t reach your eyes, but it wasn;t fake either. 

“It’s good to see you Hotch.” 

“I didn’t know you were going to be here today.” 

You nodded and looked over as the rest of the people migrated towards their cars to go to the reception afterwards. “I didn’t make it public information, considering I was planning on leaving after the ceremony. I’m just here to pay my respects Hotch.” 

“She called you.” 

“Yes she did.” 

“And she said you turned it down.” 

“I did.”

“Why.” 

“Hotch, please.” 

He took your elbow and pulled you away from the people, giving the two of you some semblance of privacy. 

“Will you at least think about it?” 

“What is there to think about Hotch? I don’t want to—” 

“I wish you wouldn’t lie to me. I know you miss it Y/n. I’m not just some colleague, and you know that.” 

You closed your eyes and pinched your brow. You knew coming to this funeral was a mistake. But some part of you, one that you had silenced for a very long time, was starting to break through. 

“We can talk later.” 

Wasteland, baby I'm in love, I'm in love with you

“I cannot believe you’re going back.” 

You sighed and continued to pack up everything you owned into boxes. You had only broken down the ones from a few years ago–that same part of you had saved them for whenever you had recognized you were ready to be back in Washington D.C. 

“Don’t ignore me. I thought you were done with hunting bad guys and certain doctors with glasses.” 

You slammed your hands on the table, causing Lucille to jump. 

“Sorry.” You muttered and slowly sunk to the ground, deciding it was just easier to sit on the ground and have a breakdown rather than talk it out. 

“I’m not going back for him…I’m going back for me. This…” You ran a hand through your hair. “This is n’t what I was meant to do, Luce. I’m not a teacher. I’m okay at it, but…I was meant to be in the field. Teaching is challenging, but not in the way I need. And fuck, I love my kids, you know that I do, but it’s just…”

“It’s not who you are.” She came and sat down next to you, taking your hand in hers. “I’m gonna miss you asshole.” 

You rested your head on her shoulder and squeezed her hand. “I’m going to miss you so much.” You whispered back to her. 

“You have to visit me. I’ll get lonely up here.” 

A smile spread across your face as a tear slowly tracked down your cheek. “ You have my permission to hunt me down and beat the shit out of me if I don’t.” 

“Oh don’t worry, I will.” 

All the things yet to come are the things that have passed Like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass Like the bonfire that burns That all words in the fight fell to

Your desk stayed pretty empty for the first two weeks you were back—like you were terrified that if you got too comfortable, life would pull the rug right out from under you again and you’d have to leave. 

It was Garcia who first noticed this, watching as you’d pack everything up into your tote bag each night before you would go home. She didn’t say anything about it though, since you were not the same girl the BAU had grown to know. 

You were different, quieter. You spoke when you had something to add, or to correct somebody, but you never participated in the banter; you never stayed longer than absolutely necessary. If the group had decided to surprise you at your new apartment, they would find it covered in boxes—walls bare, fridge almost empty, only essentials like clothes and toothbrush unpacked. 

But you had never been better. Hotch had you start consulting side cases when you came back, a way to get you used to the routine of being back in the office, back in the FBI. You would consult up to three new cases a day, still helping with those that would call back a day or week later for updates or more help. They watched as you easily solved things in minutes, that might have taken the team hours. 

The first time Morgan called you ‘Girl Genius’ to your face, you punched him in the arm (admittedly a bit harshly). But he wasn’t wrong. You could feel the continuous excitement flowing through your veins; your muscles flexing as you settled back into the thing you were the best at. 

You were different, but better. 

Spencer noticed this too. He watched as you confidently answered every question thrown at you. He watched as you consulted on cases and noticed patterns he had missed. 

Spencer had missed you, badly. He knew he fucked up when he had left that night, needed to go and he spend the night away, thinking about his life; his future. Panic had flooded his body at the thought of you being the one forced to take care of him, forced to deal with his shit history and addictive personality and his annoying ass rambles. He didn’t want to subject you to that. 

But then he remembered the look on your face—the pure excitement and adoration at the thought of being able to spend every single minute of your life calling him yours. And once the panic had subsided, he felt that same joy. 

When he got back to the house, you weren’t there. 

You weren’t at work either. 

You had just vanished, and about a day later, all of your things had disappeared too. 

And Spencer was a fucking wreck. He was useless at work, and he spent so much time trying to find you, but Penelope wasn’t able to find a thing, and by the time she did, it had been months later, and you clearly didn’t want to be found. 

Wasteland, baby I'm in love, I'm in love with you

It didn’t help that seeing you again in Vermont made him want to melt on the spot. A great deal of relief washed over him, seeing you were alive and in front of him. But then he felt the anger rise in him. You had abandoned him, you had just disappeared without a second thought. 

Then he remembered the look on your face when he panicked about marrying you.

You had thought he didn’t want to marry you. 

You had no idea that he felt like he was the the problem, and if he told you know, it would just sound like a fucking excuse. 

Watching you walk back into the bullpen and set up at your desk was another slap in the face. It feels like nobody tells him anything, because they don’t. But then he realized that only Hotch knew about it because everyone froze on the spot seeing you sitting at your desk, working. 

At his desk, he would just watch you. On the plane, he would watch you. And he tried so hard to be nonchalant about it, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Your hair, your legs, your arms, your lips—he wanted to take your hand and never let you go, fusing your skin together so he could be with you always. 

He was in love with you. And he thought you would rather die than be seen with him again. 

If only he knew that you felt the same way—you loved him right back. 

And that day that we'll watch the death of the sun To the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on And you'll gaze unafraid as they sob from the city roofs

After about three months, infinite pining, a few longing glances passed to one another, and incessant whining from Derek Morgan, you and Spencer Reid found yourselves together at coffee one morning. 

After about a month later, you found yourself back in his apartment, lips grazing his, not being able to tell where his body ended and yours started. 

Then, the next day, he told you he loved you. 

He didn’t see you for a whole week afterwards. 

But when he walked into work that monday, and you were sitting at your desk, completely unbothered, he took it upon himself to make you talk to him. 

No one else was around, except for Hotch. But his office door was closed, and Morgan wouldn’t be around for another ten minutes anyways. 

“Where the fuck have you been?” 

You turned around in your chair and glared at him. “Excuse me?” 

“You disappeared for a week, no word about where you were going, not even telling me you were leaving.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Not now Spence.” 

“I love you.” 

“What?” 

“I still love you.” 

Your jaw dropped. “Spencer…” 

“I’m dead serious Y/n. When you weren’t here after you spent the night, I lost my fucking mind. I thought I had lost you—again. And I wasn’t about to go through that again. I had fucked up once before and I—I thought you had realized you didn’t want to be with me anymore and you had left again.” 

You were silent as he rambled on. 

“When you left three years ago, I lost my fucking mind. I sat here, staring at your desk hoping you would materialize out of thin air just so that I could apologize to you. And then when you didn’t show up, I begged Penelope to tell me where you had run off to, so I could go and find you and beg for you to listen to me while I got on my hands and knees to beg for your forgiveness. You thought I didn’t want to marry you, but I was terrified because I thought you wouldn’t want to marry me. I mean I had just gotten sober, and I thought we were doing so well and then you brought up marriage and all I could think about was how it was another way for you to find out how much you could hate me and get sick of me since—” 

You had finally snapped out the shock you were feeling and placed your hand over his mouth. “Breathe.” 

Spencer shoved your hand off his mouth, but stayed silent, taking an over exaggerated breath to prove to you he did. 

“We can talk about this later.” 

“No.” Spencer shook his head. “We’re going to talk about this now. I want to talk about this now.” 

“Spencer…” 

“How do I know that you’re not going to just pack up and disappear again.” 

“Spencer seriously? I don’t—-”

“You don’t do that? Because we both know you do. You’ve done it twice now.”

“What do you want me to say Spence?” 

“That you still love me.” His voice was low, but his eyes were locked in on yours. “I need to know if you still love me.” 

Wasteland, baby I'm in love, I'm in love with you

The Next Week

Another Day, Another Psychopath Killer. 

Another way for you to throw yourself into the line of fire because you have always had a soft spot for teenagers. 

Someone was targeting suicidal teens, convincing them to end their own lives, merely making him complicit in their deaths. It had sent you (and JJ) reeling. Both of you had lost someone to suicide, and watching as this person preyed on vulnerable kids who deserved to live and be loved took a lot out of the both of you. 

You had a bad feeling about this case when it was first passed onto your desk, but it just got worse and worse as the week went on. If only you had figured out who it was sooner, you might have been able to save this one girl’s life. But sometimes life refuses to relent. 

The jet was silent on the way back, none of you wanting to speak and break the silence. 

Spencer sat next to you on the couch, offering a comforting presence, and nothing else. He knew you (and it bugged the shit out of you). Years of being with one another meant that he knew when you were upset, and he knew that you despised being touched while you were like this, but you hated being alone. 

It bugged you so much, but you weren’t going to say a damn thing because having him next to you while you sat and listened to your music and spiraled was exactly what you needed. 

He only offered his hand when the plane hit some turbulence, and your entire body began to shake unconsciously. It was between the two of you, and all he did was flip it, so the palm was upwards. It was an invitation that you could immediately ignore and refuse if you wanted to. 

But something in you caused your hand to drop next to his and lace your fingers through his. 

God was it so fucking warm, and soft. You wondered if he still used the lotion you had recommended to him all those years ago when he would complain to you about his hands being “gross” and “too dry”. He absolutely did. 

He managed to hide his smile when you took his hand, but he did give yours a soft squeeze, and continued to read his book, pretending that his insides weren’t aflame and his mind was anywhere but on the words in front of him. 

He didn’t turn a page for over four minutes once your hand was in his. 

And I love too that love soon might end Be known in its aching Shown in the shaking Lately of my wasteland, baby Be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking Though quaking, though crazy That's wasteland, baby

That Night

“Thank you.” 

It was the first thing you had said in over five hours, including the plane ride. Once the plane had landed, you and Spencer went back to his apartment, and the two of you had sat in his living room, in silence. He didn’t mind, as long as he could keep an eye on you. 

Your mind was far far away. It was back in college. Thinking about your friend and about the life you could have lived if she was still with you. 

Spencer had left a cup of tea next to you, your favorite, and sat on the couch. You were situated in the chair by the window, staring out into the night, watching as the rain drops raced down the window and as the lights blurred together. 

He was close enough to provide you with some comfort, but far enough away to let you have whatever space you needed.

“Spence?” 

He snapped out of his head, looking towards you. Your eyes were tired, and your body reflected the same type of exhaustion. 

“Sorry. What do you need?” 

“I—.” You interrupted yourself with a yawn, cursing under your breath. “Shit sorry. I should probably go..” 

“It’s okay if you stay.” 

You looked out the window then back at him. 

“I’m not just saying that to get you into my bed—oh my god that came out wrong, I just mean I don’t want you out in that weather and I don’t really like the idea of you being alone tonight, especially after this case because—” 

“Spencer.” 

“---yeah?” 

“I’ll stay.” 

“O-oh. Good. good…” He nodded. “I can uh, take the couch and you can have the bed.” 

You rolled your eyes and smiled slightl;y. “You’re a gentleman, Doctor Reid, but I’m not kicking you out of your bed.” 

“But I—”

“Spence.” 

He huffed, crossing his arms as you just laughed softly to yourself, amused. 

“Why don’t we both go get ready. Together.” 

“Together?” 

You nodded. “Yeah Spence.” 

“Okay.” 

Spencer stood up, and offered his hand to you. 

And for the second time today, you took it. 

When the stench of the sea and the absence of green Are the death of all things that are seen and unseen Are an end but the start of all things that are left to do

And maybe the two of you would never be together ever again. Maybe you would. 

But something about the way Spencer would make your favorite tea, 

or the way he would save you the crossword puzzle on his morning newspaper since he knew how much you loved to solve as much as you could without his help, 

or when he would leave you notes on your desk, making you feel like a giddy high schooler all over again, or when he felt like a good start to something new

or when he would kiss you good morning and good night, promising you he’d be there whenever you woke up

or when he slowly got rid of things in his apartment to create space for your things as you moved in slowly 

or whenever a case was particularly rough for the both of you and he wouldn’t pester you to talk to him about it, instead offering his hand for you to take, and squeezing it, letting you know he was there for you

or the way he would take you on small vacations up to Vermont so you could go see all of your friends and escape from the world of the FBI

or the way he would never storm out of the apartment after an argument, but still give you the space you needed so you could both decompress without getting at each other's throats

or when he whispered every thing he would do for you for the rest of your lives so help him god when he thought you were asleep in his arms

or how he would whispered ‘I love you’ to you as you passed by while you both were working

or when he would never let you run off in the middle of the night because you would panic about whether or not this was all a dream, and one day he would wake up and not love you anymore

or when he got down on one knee and proclaimed his undying love for you, hoping you’d promised to love him forever in the same way he loved you, wanting to be with you, wanting to be near you always

made you feel like everything might be okay after all. 

Wasteland, baby I'm in love, I'm in love with you

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[inkdrinkerworld]

please, give us more touchy and hadsy aaron, like the team cannot believe how affectionate he really is!

he's called many things by his team: boss man, hotch, derek even recently started calling him 'hotshot hotchner' but openly affectionate never cross their minds.

of course the team have met you, you'd invited them to dinner at your house with aaron who hadn't been too pleased of having derek and rossi pry so much into his life that night, but it was a good night.

you didn't work with them, so it was easy for them to fall into conversation outside of work and the team had appreciated that more than you knew, still all that night they hadn't seen aaron really be affectionate.

today though, the man seemed to have been replaced by someone else entirely.

you come to visit him during your own lunch break and you're not sure if it's your outfit or just you that makes aaron break character in front of his coworkers, but he does.

"hi honey," emily's eyes widen as aaron reaches for your hip and presses a kiss to your temple. usually, he'd sneak a hand to the small of your back or your bicep, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

"i brought you lunch, and you have to eat it." spencer hides his giggle at how authoritative you sound, but derek pipes up,

"oh, boss man has a boss lady." the comment makes you smile and you turn to derek.

"he can't deny me." aaron laughs and that's what shocks the team first, but the second shock comes when as you're being led to his office, his hand brushes your ass in your trousers.

"okay hotch," derek says, clearly impressed at aaron's obvious show of affection.

"ten bucks they have sex in there at some point." emily wagers and spencer shakes his head,

"considering he hasn't stopped touching her since she walked in here, the odds ask for higher than ten bucks. one hundred that they do it tonight."

"you got yourself a deal pretty boy."

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[cloudlessly-light]

Request: Just some good old fashioned hotchniss 69ing…would be fab

A/N: This is a new multi chapter that has a little bit of plot but will have smut based on some of the asks you have sent in. I hope you enjoy our favorite idiots in love being filthy with each other!  

Title: Seems you cannot be replaced (Chapter 1/7)   Summary: It shouldn’t have happened, but they were drunk. It shouldn’t have happened but it felt right. It shouldn’t have happened but now it has. It shouldn’t have happened and now they have to deal with it.

Or, Emily always leaves before he wakes up, but she always leaves a note. Word Count: 2,9k Rating: Explicit Warnings (for this chapter): Smut, oral, 69ing, consumption of alcohol Overall warnings: feelings, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, dirty talk, oral sex, sexting, consumtion of alcohol, porn porn porn, will probably add onto the warnings list as I go

She first noticed how different Aaron was from Hotch that first super bowl weekend she spent with the team out at a bar. He was more relaxed, joking and teasing as Haley sat beside him. They seemed happy, almost oblivious to the outside world as he dragged her onto the makeshift dance floor next to Derek.

But there was something about the way Haley’s eyes were lazed with a silent panic, something about the way Aaron was touching her in a way that seemed almost desperate that makes Emily take pause.

She finds out later that their marriage is strained, that Haley always felt like his second choice and the guilt Aaron felt was never-ending.

When he’s served divorce papers, Emily almost finds it cruel, the way the legal courier shows up at the office, in front of everyone. She thinks that Haley could have just given them to him herself, behind closed doors. But this way the hurt is worse for him and she realizes that it’s what Haley had wanted, some type of revenge for choosing strangers in need before herself and their child.

And Emily wonders why something in her chest clenches achingly at the empty look in his eyes as he leaves them with the papers in hand.

He doesn’t mention it in front of her, doesn’t talk about it with anybody except Dave. But then he comes back with Spencer after the disastrous interview with Chester Hardwick and she sees the signed divorce papers on his desk that same day. He catches her eyes on the papers but doesn’t say anything, so she doesn’t either, just leaves the files in her hand silently on his desk.

When she gets home that night something feels off, something nagging at her. He always checks in with them when he notices if something is wrong with them, she wonders if anybody checks in on him.

She sends him a text before she can talk herself out of it.

Emily: Are you okay?

The ding of an incoming text comes just after she had ordered dinner for herself and had changed into a pair of tights and a loose shirt.

Aaron: It’s been a long day.

For a moment she wonders if that’s his way of politely telling her mind her own business and stay out of his private life, but she had never been one for beating around the bush.

Emily: Do you want to talk about it?

To her surprise, he texts her back instantly, and in that one word their relationship changed forever.

Aaron: Yes.

She quickly called the restaurant back and changed her order for two and grabbed her bag.

Emily: I’ll be at yours in 20.

*

“In the end, I just wasn’t enough. I don’t blame her.” He says as he sits on the couch that still smells new. His eyes are closed, head leaning back against the backrest, the scotch forgotten in front of him on the coffee table. He’s had too many, she has too and somewhere in the back of his mind he makes a note to make sure to call her a cab later.

“I do.” She says bluntly and Aaron looks at her with a mix of amusement and irritation and she marvels how he manages to look both at the same time. But the corner of his mouth was quivering upwards, while his eyebrows remained furrowed in what she once thought was a permanent frown. “I don’t mean that I don’t understand her side of it, I do. But thanks to you, horrible people are behind bars and innocent lives have been saved.”

“She knows that. But she got tired of feeling like I always put you before her.”

“Me?” Her eyes snaps to his and he’s immediately tenses, even through the slight blurriness of alcohol and defeat.

“The team.” The correction makes her exhale softly but his eyes stay on hers and she has trouble looking away.

“Of course.”

The room goes silent, tension suddenly thick and awkward as they continue to look at each other. Emily could feel the way he was studying her intensely and she felt a tingle creep down her spine in response.

“Prentiss?” He says and his voice is suddenly breathier, lower and the sound makes a dull ache settle between her thighs. The way his eyes move over her body quickly is almost undetectable, but she catches it and it makes her swallow hard, her throat suddenly dry.

“Hotch?” She questions and this time the smile he had forced away appears on his face.

“Thank you for coming over.” His warm hand lands on her shoulder and she thinks that this is the first time he’s touched her purposefully.

“Not a problem.” She tries to keep the very inappropriate thoughts away, hopes that he doesn’t notice the way her cheeks heat or the way her pulse quickens. She swallows down the rest of her own liquor, the burn of it no longer present but the warmth of it still fills her belly in a pleasant way. When she stands up a few moments later, he’s quick to stand too. “I should get going.” She mumbles, the flush still on her cheeks and eyes now anywhere but near him.

Aaron follows her as she heads to the door to grab her jacket.

“I’ll call you a cab.” He says and she nods in agreement.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Whatever she had expected in that moment, it was not Aaron leaning forward to open the door, just as she turned, causing her to knock into his chest and his hands grabbed onto her waist to steady her.

“Sorry.” He muttered, face so close to hers that his breath fell against her cheek.

“It’s okay.” It came out breathy, and she felt his fingers dig into her for a second. Her eyes flitted from his down to his mouth and then up again. His pupils were dilated, his hands not letting go of her. It was wrong, she knew that, he knew that. Later she would blame the alcohol for what happened between them, but right then she didn’t want to leave, didn’t want him to let go. “Hotch, I-”

Whatever else she was going to say was cut off by his lips on hers, soft, but determined as he kissed her. The soft sound of surprise that leaves her, is swallowed up by him as one of his hands move from her waist to the back of her neck, keeping her close and not breaking the kiss.

They shouldn’t do this, this was the worst thing they could do, but the thought disappears the moment he presses her back against the door, his thigh in between hers and pushing against her. The happy murmur that escapes him when he feels the heat of her is low and dark and she immediately feels the need to hear it again. She moves a hand under his shirt, feels the warmth of his back against the palm of her hand and when her short nails dig into him he groans again and Emily know that any logic and reason is gone.

When they break apart they’re panting, lips swollen and eyes heated and Emily only nods quickly before he’s picking her up with impressive ease. His hands are huge, she thinks as he grabs her ass and her legs wrap around his waist and he walks them towards his bedroom. His lips are soft, his stubble rough, as he kisses down her neck and the mix of sensations makes her mewl and pull on his shirt greedily.

Before she actually gets the shirt off him, he’s throwing her on the bed, a smug grin on his face when she yelps in surprise and she laughs breathlessly in return.

“Come here.” She beckons him and pulls her shirt off. By the time it lands on the floor Aaron is kneeling between her legs, his hands on her hips and eyes dark as he starts to pull her tights down her legs. She lifts her hips enough for him to get them off her and when he looks down at her in just her underwear she feels self-conscious for a moment.

“Gorgeous.” He says like he can read her mind. “Fucking perfect.” The words are growled against her lips before he kisses her again, his tongue pushing past her lips and taking control and she lets him. His hips press against hers, and she feels the bulge of him through his pants and her hips rocks into his with a gasp.

“How come I’m almost naked and you’re still fully dressed?” She whispers when he pulls back to kiss down her neck again. The low hum vibrates against her pulse as he smile’s against her skin.

“That’s a very good question.” He gets up on his knees again and pulls his shirt off and she feels her mouth water at the sight of him. He looks powerful, subtle muscle under soft skin, the fine hairs on his chest that trail down to where his pants are still on, hiding his erection from her but there’s no mistaking the outline of him beneath the dark fabric, hard, huge. When he palms his erection over his pants she licks her lips and his eyes flash with want. His pants soon join the shirt on the floor and while Emily gets her bra off he’s kicking away his boxers and then tugs her panties down.

She’s just about to pull him down to her when he lays down beside her.

“Sit on my face.” His voice is thick with need, his fingers trembling when he reaches for her.

“What?” She freezes for a moment but the flush on her cheeks is instant.

“Sit on my face.” He says it again with a smirk and in the corner of her eye she sees his cock twitch as it lays on his stomach, thick and heavy. She knows that this is his own way of taking some of the control he’s felt like he’s lost the last couple of months back. When she nods the look on his face turns close to wild, and his tongue darts out to lick over his bottom lip.

She’s careful as she straddles his face but he’s quick to pull her down, his arms strong as he grabs her thighs. The first swipe of his tongue is agonizingly slow, starting from her clit and moving through her lips until he can push his tongue deep inside of her. She moans and her hips move against his face in response and she hears him hum in satisfaction before doing it again, just as slowly.

Emily hadn’t realized just how wound up she had been until she felt his tongue against her wet flesh, teasing as he flicks her clit quickly with the tip of his tongue and then delves it inside of her again and again and again.

“Hotch, fuck I-” The feeling of his lips suddenly around her clit makes her hips jerk and she falls forward, barely catching herself with one hand on his hip and the other on the bed. “Jesus Christ.” She gasps, eyes closed tight as he sucks greedily, fingers gripping hard to keep her in place. When she opens her eyes she quickly sees his cock, swollen and leaking and she takes him in her mouth without warning.

“Fuck!” He hisses at the sudden pleasure, the heat of her mouth something he hadn’t expected. Her tongue is soft but wicked as she licks around him, tasting the precum with a moan and then pushing further down until he feels her throat contract and she pulls back. It takes him another few seconds before he’s able to focus on her again and Emily feels smug as she swallows around him. Then his hold on her tightens again and his mouth is back on her. It’s obvious that he’s done teasing as he licks over her clit with a broad tongue and not long after she feels two of his thick fingers press inside of her.

She moans, the sound muffled around his shaft as she continues to suck and lick everywhere she can reach, trying to give as good as she’s getting. The groans from him spurs her on, makes her bop her head in time with his pumping fingers. When the hand still on her hip tightens enough to bruise she sucks in a breath, the slight pain only blurring into pleasure when he sucks her clit.

“I-I’m close.” She pulls off him to pant out, breathy moans falling from her as she uses her hand to jerk him.

“Good.” He grunts quickly before licking quickly over her clit and curling his fingers against her, making her hips twitch.

Emily licks over the tip of him, swallows down the salty taste of him before taking the head between her lips. Her tongue runs across it and around it and he jerks up against her, so she does it again, licks and sucks a little harder, pumps his base with her hand and she feels his thighs tensing.

Like it’s a contest he refuses to lose, he’s dragging the pleasure from her body with sure movements. He grazes her teeth against her clit and then sucks it between his lips just as fingers push a little harder into her and then she’s coming with a muffled cry.

Her hips grind into his face as her body trembles in pleasure and Aaron keeps going, even when she’s sure her movements must make it impossible for him to breathe. His cock is still in her mouth, her moans vibrating against his shaft. Somehow she’s still lazily pumping him and he’s so close that the moment Emily’s come down from her high and sucks the tip of him he groans and tenses.

“Fuck, stop I’m going to-”

The flick of her tongue and the twist of her hand is enough to make him come, his orgasm intense as he shudders underneath her. Through blurry pleasure he feels her swallow down his release, her hand not stopping as she drags pleasure from his body. She continues until he’s oversensitive and he rolls her off him with a breathless laugh.

“Shit that was intense.” He chuckles as she joins him as she sits up beside him.

“It was great.” She grins and runs her hair through her messy hair.

“But,” his eyes move over her naked body, another surge of arousal already settling low in his stomach. “I had every intention of fucking you.”

“And what are we going to do about that?” Her eyebrow arches and her teeth dig into her bottom lip to keep her smile at bay. His hands are on her within seconds, pulling her down and hovering above her as she laughs again.

“I guess you’re going to have to come on my fingers until I’m hard again.”

She whimpers when two fingers press back inside of her, twisting and pulling and his smirk deepens. Emily hadn’t thought that he’d be like this and even though she didn’t want to admit to it, she had wondered what he was like in bed. But whatever she had thought it wasn’t this. She secretly wondered if it was because they had been drinking, that he felt free enough to be this carefree and self-assured because of lowered inhibitions. But she couldn’t think about it, not when his palm pressed against her already swollen clit and his mouth was around a nipple, sucking just enough to make her back arch into him.

“Don’t stop.” She whimpered and he let go of her breast.

“That’s it, squeeze my fingers just like that.” He continued to whisper dirty words against her ear until she was straining and her fingers were gripping the sheets in tight fists. When she comes again he mutters words of encouragement that she just barely hears over the ringing in her ears.

She’s panting and sweaty by the time he turns her around on all fours and enters her with a grunt that’s just as loud as her moan. They fuck in the way Emily loves and the way she’s pretty sure Aaron hasn’t for years. Hands are heavy and grabbing, bodies twisting and straining in pleasure, lips searching and tongues tasting.

By the time Aaron comes inside of her, she’s exhausted, muscles burning and brain foggy from the many orgasms he’s pulled from her like he had some secret manual to how her body works.

He pulls her against him, still panting as he settles onto his side and fits her against him. She pretends that she doesn’t know that she should leave, wants to give them both a few more minutes of this and as she feels her eyelids getting heavy she feels his breathing evening out behind her.

Aaron wakes up the next morning with the kind of headache you only get from drinking too much. His tongue feels dry in his mouth, the room spins slightly and then memories from the previous night flood his brain. His eyes land on the empty spot beside him, quickly finds the receipt from the dinner they had the night before, words scribbled on the back of it. Through blurry eyes he reaches for it reads it, not knowing if he’s relieved or not by the lack of his subordinate in his bed.

Thought it would be best if I left before you woke up – Prentiss

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[kellykidd]

Chapter 4: Always Be Here to Take Care of You

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Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader

Summary: You and your mom get into an argument and you finally get a chance to check on Aaron.

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: Hospitals, mentions of death, parent-child disputes, Kelly Severide being the softest man 🥹

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“It just doesn’t feel right, naming your child after your own sister. I’m sorry, you cannot name your baby Alexis.”

“Hold on. You will not talk to your daughter like that,” Kelly defended, “she has birthed a child today. Our child, not yours. She and I have the right to name our child whatever we want.”

You reached over and ended the FaceTime call. 

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m not changing the name though.”

“Maybe if we give her some time, she’ll come around.”

“Why would she even say something like that?”

“Let’s not focus on her right now. The only people that matter right now are you and Alexis. I’ll take Alexis and let you get some sleep.”

“It’s a good thing I’ve got you to take care of me. I don’t know what I’d do.”

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Kelly rubbed your arm as to wake you up from your nap. 

“Baby, Doctor Calhoun is here. She wants to check on you,” he whispered as you started to open your eyes.

“Thanks,” you exhaled, sitting up in your bed.

“How are you feeling?” Dr Calhoun asked.

“Sore, but my baby is okay and that’s all that matters,” you smiled.

“Any issues with feeding?”

“None so far. Eats like a champ,” you laughed.

“Must be the firehouse blood in her,” Kelly smiled.

“I’ll be back to check on you in a bit,” Doctor Calhoun replied.

As Doctor Calhoun left the room, you passed Alexis to Kelly.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’ve got to go talk to a nurse. Aaron wanted to meet the baby,” you replied, getting the slippers from your bag.

“Let me get you a wheelchair.”

“I’m fine.”

“You just had a baby. I’ll get you a wheelchair and we’ll go together. Take Alexis, I’ll get the wheelchair from the hall.”

You took Alexis from Kelly’s arms. He ran to the hall and brought a wheelchair back in.

“Thank you, baby,” you winced, sitting down.

He smiled, wheeling you over to the nurse’s station. 

“Can you help me find a patient?” You asked.

“I can try,” the nurse responded.

“I’m looking for Aaron Whitley. He was here for a valve replacement this morning.”

“Let me check which room he’s in.”

“Thank you.”

As the nurse searched through the records, you rubbed Alexis’ back.

“I’m sorry Mrs Severide. Mr Whitley passed away in surgery. Cardiac arrest.”

“Oh,” tears filled your eyes, “thank you. I guess I’ll go back to my room.”

Kelly brought you back to you room and got you back in your bed.

“I can’t believe he’s gone,” you admitted, tears running down your face, “he came in for a damn valve replacement and we made a plan to meet up after.”

“Matt and Sylvie wanted to come by. Maybe that’ll cheer you up.”

“Aren’t they still on shift?”

“Apparently 51 is getting a little restless because it’s been a light load of calls this shift.” Kelly couldn’t help but chuckle at his own sentence.

“Sure. Invite the firehouse. It would be good for them to meet Alexis.”

“Mind if I take Alexis off your hands while I call Boden?”

“Go for it. I’m going to go talk to the nurses.”

You hopped back into the wheelchair and brought yourself into the hallway to the nurses station to find the same nurse you had just spoken with. 

“Excuse me. Can I ask you if Aaron Whitley had anyone in the waiting room during his surgery?”

“I’ll phone down to the surgical floor and ask for you. Just give me one moment.”

After a few minutes of the nurse talking on the phone, she had finally finished her call.

“The staff on the surgical floor said they spoke with a son to tell him Mr Whitley passed. A young man by the name of Mark Whitley.”

“Is he still here?”

“They said he was saying a final goodbye. If you’d like to speak with him, he should be in 1216.”

“1216? Thank you so much.”

You wheeled yourself back to your room. 

“Kelly, I need to go to 1216 right now,” you rushed, “bring Alexis too please.”

Kelly handed Alexis to you and brought you into the elevator.

“Where are we going?” He asked.

“Aaron needs to meet this baby.”

“Baby, Aaron is dead.”

“He still should get the chance to meet her.”

As the elevator dinged, the doors opened and Kelly brought you down the hall to room 1216. A younger man was outside the door.

“Excuse me, are you Mark Whitley?”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry, I met your father earlier today. He was going for his valve replacement and I was waiting for my c-section. We spoke on the benches out front and he told me about you. Said he hadn’t seen you in a while so I offered to bring the baby down, to sort of cheer him up.”

“So you knew him almost as well as I did.”

“Do you mind if I pay my respects?”

“Go ahead. I’m not staying.”

Kelly brought you into the room where Aaron was.

“Ready?” He asked, his hands at the top of the sheet covering Aaron’s face.

You nodded slightly as Kelly pulled back the sheet revealing Aaron’s lifeless face. 

“I told you I’d bring the baby to see you,” you began to tear up, “she’s healthy and she’s beautiful and you couldn’t stay alive long enough to keep your side of our deal.”

“Baby, this isn’t about Aaron anymore,” Kelly began to rub your back.

“You just had to go through it by yourself. Didn’t tell anyone. There were people who love you. We could’ve helped.”

Tears streamed down your face as you held Alexis a little tighter.

“Why don’t we go back to the room?” Kelly asked, covering Aaron’s face with the sheet.

You nodded and Kelly brought you out of the room and over to the elevator.

Tucking yourself back into your bed and Alexis back in her own, you feel more tears stream down your face.

“Baby,” Kelly started, “what can I do?”

“He just reminds me so much of my dad,” you cried.

He sat on your bed and hugged you, holding your head over his shoulder. Your tears fell on the shoulder of the squad jacket he was wearing. 

“Is the whole thing with your mom affecting it?” 

“Yeah,” you whimpered.

He rubbed your back as you cried more and more. 

“It’ll be okay, baby. It’ll all be okay,” he assured you, “what can I do?”

“Take care of me.”

“Of course baby. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

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[killingfrankie]

MY THOUGHTS ON THE OBC CAST RECORDING OF MEAN GIRLS.

‘A Cautionary Tale’: Honestly the best start to a musical ever. I’m obsessed with this song so much it’s insane. The little ‘nice’ from Damian and then ‘thank you’ from Janis after the ‘you can’t buy integrity from the mall’ line is SO SATISFYING. So good.

‘It Roars’: The transition into this song is so seamless and perfect and it’s so catchy. It shows how separated Cady is from society and it helps make sense of who she is, why she acts the way she does and how enthusiastic she is to finally join a more “normal community/society”. Does that make sense?. I am personally thankful that it was cut from the movie and replaced by ‘What Ifs’ because I just don't think it would’ve translated well. And that’s okay! Some things are better left untouched.

‘Where Do You Belong?’: “your mother called you babygirl?” “singing ha ha ha” SO GOOD. Damian is so funny. In the musical and the new movie Damian has so much more personality and more of a backstory and it’s so good. SO MAD THIS WAS CUT THOUGH. Grey slayed this song. The introduction to Damian and Janis for Cady. Perfect.

‘Meet The Plastics’: Silly silly Cady so so so curious. The way they describe the plastics in the beginning💀so funny. “MY NAME IS REGINA GEEEEORRRRRRRGE” LITERAL FUCKING CHILLS I LOVE TAYLOR LOUDERMAN. Her intro is so fucking real. HATE the 115 line tho. Thank goodness they changed it. Mad they cut karen and Gretchen’s parts from the movie tho 🙁 GRETCHEN’S VERSE IS SO GOOD BRO. straight and to the point. Karen’s intro is so funny. I love Karen. They could never make me hate her. “That’s it! :D” kate rockwell oh how i love you. WHEN ALL THEIR VERSES MERGE IS SO GOOD. i'm personally a Regina girl so I sing the ‘heeeeeres where you belong here's where you belong.’ “NO REALLY SAY IT.” SO GOOD. “come sit with us tomorrow! It’ll be fetch!”

‘Stupid With Love’: LOOOOOOVE. I used to not really like this song but it’s grown on me a lot and I love how unhinged Erika gets. “Do you have an eraser?” “i would love to :3” cadyyyyyyyy heroooonnnnnn. SO GOOD. “jinx!” “ha ^_^ IM ASTOUNDED AND NONPLUSSED. I AM FILLED WITH CALCULUST.” I LOVE HER. this song is so good. I also personally really like Angourie’s version too.

‘Apex Predator’: i can play this song on piano. SO GOOD. i love this song so much. Have you guys seen rachel zeglers cover? Cady using metaphors to present Regina’s behaviour and her power is so clever and it’s just so fun to listen to. When janis and cady both sing “she’s queen of beasts” THEY SOUND SO GOOD TOGETHER BRO. “HOW CAN YOU OUTSMAAAAARRRRRRRT THE APEX PREDATOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR”

‘What’s Wrong With Me?’: Gretchen :((( I feel like i cry to this song a lot. It’s just like, gretchen, honey, you dont deserve this.  “Mama called me beautiful. Dont believe her anymore, now im listening to you.” REGINA LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS SHE’S JUST A BABY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 the final “WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME” AND SHE BELTS. SO GOOD. translated so well on screen.

‘Stupid With Love (Reprise)’: i’ve never been a big fan of aaron but i don’t have any issues with him but this is satisfying to listen to. “So i’m swearing off of dating.” “Shit.🥲” . “hey whats the date?” “october 3rd! MY NEW FAVOURITE DAY!”

‘Sexy’: KAREN I LOVE YOU. this song translates so well onto screen from stage. Kate slayed this song and so did avantika. I love how passionate karen is about halloween. This song is such a BOP too. The beat is so addicting. “I CAN BE” ateeee. She knows who she is and she SLAYED. When she lists the costumes. Chefs kiss. The whole sex cancer bit is so good. Thank you for curing sex cancer karen! “THIS IS MODERN FEMINISM TALKING. I EXPECT TO RUN THE WORLD IN SHOES I CANNOT WALK IN.” ICONIC. PERFECT. INCREDIBLE.

‘Someone Gets Hurt’: literal chills. Like actual goosebumps. “Yes i look perfect” yes you do. I can play this on guitar. SO FUCKING GOOD ISTG. so tense. I’d give in to her immediately. She’s so intoxicating i swear to god. This song captures regina SO WELL. there’s so many astonishing little vocal moments. Taylor louderman is literally one of my favourite vocalists of all time she’s so fucking good to listen to. The amount of emotion in her voice is incredible. “IT’S FINE FOR YOU IT’S FINE TO FLIRT. AND GOD YOU’RE HOT WHY DO YOU EVEN WEAR A SHIRT.” actually fucking insane i love her.

‘Revenge Party’: this song is so fun and actually batshit crazy i love it. It really shows how creative Janis and Damian are. This for me is where Cady turns for the worst. I hate the whole theme where they fuck with regina’s weight to take her down. It’s genuinely disgusting and thats one of my only problems with mean girls. Like ik they’re all mean girls but still. Gretchens whole meltdown is so fucking funny. I love gretchen so much. The final chorus is so fun.

‘Fearless’: gretchen not being able to function without having a “boss” is iconic but also someone get her a therapist. This song is so fun. Like all of them singing about not being scared of regina and then regina coming in and changing the song to the chords of SGH and then basically warning them that she will get them back. Again, CHILLS.

‘Stop’: MY FAV ATM. SO FUN. SO MAD THEY CUT IT FROM THE MOVIE. JAQUEL WOULD’VE SERVED. So catchy and addicting i love it so much. The “stop” before giving examples hits every time. “MY GOD GIRL, HE’S JUST A GUY!” SO TRUE!!! Janis calling out Damian about Phillip is so funny. Damian going insane over phillip is so funny. “For four whole weeks i trolled and dissed her. THEN I FOUND OUT SHE WAS HIS SISTER.” CRYING ITS SO FUNNY. Then all the girls saying their mistakes. It just gets gradually more sad. “Good work ladies lets take a break” A 5-6-7-8 ! “ TAP BREAK. ICONIC. Him calling her out by saying “stop. Being glued to your phone, counting followers and likes and IGNORING YOUR FRIENDS.” and then the. “She’s leaving! JUST LIKE MY DAD!” IS SO FUNNY.

‘What’s Wrong With Me? (Reprise)’: again with the “boss” :( also having mrs george in the reprise is so funny and it makes so much sense. Bless they’re both trying so hard. “You’ll be worshipped for years.. Then she’ll turn three and everything’s wrong with me” REGINA WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR MOTHER 😭😭

‘Whose House Is This?’: SO addicting and fun. “WHOSE HOUSE IS THIS? ITS MY HOUSE NOW.” im so thankful kevin kind of got a song. He’s so funny. “WHOSE HOUSE IS THIS?” “IT WAS ALWAYS MY HOUSE😭” SO FUNNY.

‘More Is Better’: am i the only one who thinks aaron kinda over-reacted here when he called cady a clone of regina… likeeeeee it’s not that deep bro. Also when it alludes to ‘i see stars’ is so cute. She’s JUST a girl. And she’s not wrong. Regina wouldn’t let that girl talk to him in a normal conversation. What else was she supposed to do? Aaron does have some points tho about how she’s changing herself to it in. but he shouldn’t be scrutinising her for it.. Like bro just reassure her that you like how she normally is… cutesy song tho

‘Someone Gets Hurt (Reprise)’: this entire sequence is genuinely insane and so fucking good and i am obsessed with barrett so much like she’s so talented. And Auli'i ate it up in the movie too.

‘World Burn’: GOOSEBUMPS. The start of this scene is so sad in the movie… TAYLOR LOUDERMAN ATE THIS SONG UP. not a fan of the use of the d slur tho. V happy they changed it for the movie. The intensity of this song makes me feel like im entering my villain era. “But you didnt finish my oooooofoffffff. MY NAME IS REGINA GEORGE.” CHILLS BRO CHILLS. “AND YOU CAN QUOTE THIS. WOAHOHOHOOOOOHHHOHHHH.” “MEAN. MEAN. MEEEEEEEEEEAN.” I LOVE HER BRO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. “SOO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAN. I WANNA WATCH THE WORLD BURN.” I C O N I  C.

‘I’d Rather Be Me’: i can play this song on piano too. It’s so good. I love it so much. Probably my fav when i first watched the musical. My fav thing is the chanting of “janis janis janis janis” and it is so satisfying. Im sad they cut it from the movie. Janis’ redemption arc is so fucking good. Love a queen who will do anything to be authentically themself. “everyBODY has opinions but tht doesnt make them true.” i prefer the ‘every asshole’ from the movie but the everyBODY still hits.

‘Do This Thing’: “YO YO YO MATHLETES STATE CHAMPIONSHIPS, WHAT! FIRST FEMALE EVER ON THE TEAM, WHAT! A BOXED LUNCH WILL BE PROVIDED, WHAT!” SO FUCKING FUNNY BROOOOO. “I’m a lean, mean, math machine” okay cady. Whatever floats ur boat queen. That line kinda hits. The part where they’re solving equations hits so hard. Kevin is so funny. “YOU LIKE THAT MARYMOUNT?!?!” cady ate it up towards the end. This song is so good.

‘I See Stars’: this song is so cvnty i love it. It makes me lightheaded when i karaoke it though so god bless erika henningsen for doing it 8 times a week. This song is so cutesy i love it. The perfect ending. Cady’s redemption was so well written bro. And i love this song. Not my favourite but it’s still on my playlists.

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[sequinsmile-x]

Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Forty Eight

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends,

As ever, thank you for the love on this story! It truly means the world. I cannot believe we are on Chapter 48.

I've got something special planned for Chapter 50 (a certain Agent Prentiss's birthday 👀) so I'm looking forward to that!

Please do let me know what you think <3

-x-

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“Will Daddy be home soon?” 

Emily turns and looks at her stepson, her heart aching at the forlorn expression on his face. Ever since the sudden loss of JJ on the team, Aaron had been working even harder than usual. He was two people down and desperately trying to find a replacement for Emily and JJ, something he claimed was close to impossible. It meant his workload had increased, something he bore on his shoulders alone, feeling responsible for the gaps in the team, for not being able to stop JJ’s move. Emily knew she needed to speak to him about it, that she needed to convince him to take the steps he needed to make sure he wasn’t at work on a Sunday afternoon like he currently was, missing out on time with his son - something else she knew that weighed heavily on him.

It was something that was slowly creeping up on her too, the end of her maternity leave looming over her. She knew she wanted to go back to work, but she also knew that she didn’t have to. That she had enough money that neither she nor Aaron would have to work again, but it wasn’t who they were. They loved their careers and their children, and she knew they’d spend the rest of their lives trying to get the balance right. 

“Not before Mommy comes to pick you up, sweetie,” she says, sighing when his frown deepens, his lower lip sticking out in a pout. She shifts closer to him, throwing a glance at Lily in her bouncer chair, the baby awake but content, and she wraps an arm around his shoulders. He immediately tucks himself into her side, seeking out the comfort that it seemed all the Hotchners needed from time to time, “He’ll be here all of next weekend, honey,” she says, kissing the top of his head, “I’ll make sure of it.”

It’s a promise she’d make sure she’d keep, even if it meant marching into Strauss’s office and yelling at the woman herself, something that, if she was honest with herself, she’d been waiting for an opportunity for. 

Jack nods against her and sighs, “I wish I was here more.” 

It was something he’d said before when she was still pregnant, but he’d never mentioned it again, so she’d dismissed it as a one time thought, a momentary show of sibling jealousy upon the realisation that Lily would live with her and Aaron full time. Emily pulls back and looks at him, running her fingers through his hair and idly thinking that he was overdue a haircut. 

“You wish you were here more?” She asks gently, trying to get more information out of him. He nods in response.

“I miss you guys when I’m with Mommy, but I miss her when I’m with you,” he says, creasing his eyebrows together, looking so much like Aaron it makes Emily ache, “But I’m with Mommy more, so I miss you more. Does that make sense?” 

It makes guilt that Emily knows is misplaced swoop through her gut. In moments like this, she had to remind herself it wasn’t her fault Aaron and Haley weren’t together anymore, that she hadn’t broken a family. It had already been broken, shattered around their feet as they tried to figure out how to put it back together, how to make something new and beautiful out of what had once existed. She’d simply added her pieces to it, bits of glass that were fractured themselves that fit amongst the bits they already had. 

“That makes sense,” she assures him. She smiles softly at him and gives him the only promise she can, “I’ll talk to Daddy about it, okay? And then he’ll talk to Mommy.” 

Even though she loved Jack just as fiercely as she did Lily, her place in conversations like this was somewhat limited. It was something Aaron and Haley would have to figure out, even though she knew her new job, and the more normal hours and additional time at home it gave her, would factor into Aaron’s reasoning for them having Jack more. 

“Okay,” Jack responds, placated for now, and Lily cries out for attention, seemingly bored of her bouncer chair. Emily smiles and then turns back to Jack, pressing a kiss to his forehead before she stands up from the couch.

“I hear you, sweet girl,” Emily says, walking over and unbuckling her from the chair before she lifts her into her arms. She turns back to Jack and smiles to herself before she carries on, well aware that her plan would remove the final bit of melancholy from his face, “I think it’s tummy time.” 

As predicted, his face lights up and he’s up off the couch in seconds, already on the floor in the spot they usually did tummy time for Lily, the cushion they’d bought especially for this in hand.

“Tummy time is funny,” he says, sounding delighted as Emily kneels down and then puts Lily in position. Jack lays in front of Lily like he’d seen Emily and Aaron do countless times, his face close to hers as he makes funny faces at his little sister, his joy only increasing when she laughs at him, her tiny giggle still enough to make Emily’s heart squeeze in her chest, “It’s silly.” 

Emily chuckles, “Do you remember why we have to do it?” 

“To help her with her neck,” he says, “So she can sit up by herself and play with me.” 

She clears her throat to stop herself from laughing at his simplified explanation, something about the innocence of it, his desperation to play with Lily, enough to warm her from the inside out. 

“Exactly, sweet boy,” she says, looking at Lily and cupping the back of her tiny head, smiling at the soft feel of her dark hair, “You’re such a good big brother.” 

He beams at her and she can’t help but return it, love for him and Lily threatening to overwhelm her. They sit there and keep Lily entertained, taking turns to shake her favourite toys in front of her, or smiling at her to encourage her to smile back. It’s such a normal moment, something that she knows happens countless times with countless families across the world, but it's a reminder that this is her life now. That she gets to experience everything that, not too long ago, she’d convinced herself she’d never have. 

The doorbell rings and it pulls her out of the moment, and she checks her watch, “That will be your mom, Jack,” she says as she stands up, “If I go get the door, can you please keep an eye on Lily for me?” 

“I’ll keep both eyes on her.” 

She smiles at his seriousness, something she hopes Lily, and any other future children they have, inherit from Aaron too. There was something endlessly funny about someone so young, so small laying there with the same stern expression she had often seen on her husband’s face back before she knew what it was like to make him smile.

“Thanks, sweetie,” she says, making her way to the door. She checks through the peephole and opens the door,  smiling at Haley as she steps into the house, “Hi Haley.” 

“Hi,” she replies, returning her smile as she pulls at the collar of her shirt, unintentionally drawing Emily’s attention to a small mark on her neck, “How has he been?”

“Good,” Emily says, smiling wryly, as they walk towards the living room, “Lily kept us up for most of the night, but I think he slept through it.” 

Haley hums sympathetically, “She’s still not sleeping through the night?” 

Emily groans and shakes her head, “At this point, I’m not sure she ever will,” she quips, turning her attention back to Jack as they enter the room, the boy still lying in the exact position she’d left him in, all of his attention on his sister, “Thank you, Jack.” She reaches down and picks Lily up, kissing the top of her head as she holds her close. 

“Look at you Miss Lily,” Haley says, smoothing her hand over the baby’s soft hair for a moment before she steps back, “You get more beautiful every time I see you.: 

Emily smiles, pride filling her chest, but any response is cut off as Jack jumps up and runs over to Haley, wrapping his arms around her waist, “I helped with tummy time!”

“Wow,” Haley replies enthusiastically, ruffling his hair, “I bet Lily loved that. Why don’t you go up and get your bag and we’ll head home?” 

He nods and runs off, calling out Sergio’s name so he can say goodbye to the cat before he leaves. Haley turns and looks at Emily and she smiles, a tinge of awkwardness to the air they could never quite shift when it was the two of them.

“I like your haircut,” Haley says, and Emily grimaces, groaning as she scrunches her face up. 

“Thanks, it was out of necessity more than anything,” she replies, shifting from side to side as Lily fusses in her arms, “I’m still getting used to it.”

“Well,” Haley replies, a wry smile spreading over her face, “As someone who has spent a lot of time wishing you were slightly less beautiful,” she says, drawing a laugh out of Emily, “I think you still look incredible. Even with your post-partum hair. It’s kind of unfair really.” 

Emily chuckles, “Well, thanks. I guess,” she says, her gaze falling to the mark on Haley’s neck again, and she clears her throat, “Please feel free to tell me where to go since I’m your ex’s wife, but is that a hickey on your neck?” 

Haley’s eyes go wide and she covers it with her hand, the way her cheeks go bright red with embarrassment enough of an answer for Emily, “Damn it, it’s that noticeable?” 

“It’s really not that bad,” Emily assures her, “I’ve had worse,” she says, and they fall into a brief silence, “So, who is the lucky guy?” 

Haley sighs and her hand drops down, “His name is Stephen, he’s…nice. He’s lovely actually,” she says, her cheeks still burning, somehow unsure how she still felt like a teenage girl when she talked about a guy she likes, “I’ve been thinking about introducing him to Jack.”

Emily tries to control her reaction, but she doesn’t, and she once again clears her throat as she tries to school her features, “Oh-”

“I wouldn’t do that before talking to Aaron,” she assures her, “I promise. I know I made him wait before you met Jack as Aaron’s girlfriend so I owe him the same. Can you…not tell him?” She asks, looking down at her hands as she twists them together, “I’d rather talk to him about it myself.” 

Even though she hates the idea of keeping something secret from her husband, she nods. It wasn’t her news to share, or her story to tell, she just hoped Haley didn’t keep it to herself for too long. 

“Of course.” 

Jack bounds back down the stairs, his backpack over his shoulder, and his favourite teddy in his arms, and he runs over, “Mom, can we go home via McDonalds?” 

Emily and Haley exchange a smile before she looks down at him, “Sure buddy, whatever you want.” 

____

Aaron groans as he wakes up, torn from sleep by his daughter’s cries. He feels like he’s barely been asleep for long, something that he confirms as he looks at the alarm clock and his nightstand and sees that he’s been home only for an hour or so.

“I’ve got her,” Emily rasps out, throwing the covers off of herself as she reaches over to the bassinet.

“No,” he replies, sitting up against the headboard and turning on his bedside lamp, “I’ll take her,” he says, reaching out for the still-crying baby, “I feel like I’ve barely seen her recently.”

Emily yawns and passes Lily over, smiling as Aaron settles her against his chest and pats her back, “I only fed her just before I went to bed, so I think she just wants attention.” She says as she rests her head on Aaron’s shoulder, reaching out and stroking Lily’s cheek, wiping away tears from her skin as she starts to calm down in her father’s embrace. 

“Like mother, like daughter,” he quips, and she lightly slaps his chest, her wide smile all the proof he needs that she’s not actually annoyed at him, “I’m sorry you were already asleep when I got home.” 

She shakes her head at him and reaches up to push his hair from his face, “It’s okay, I know you’re busy. You’re here now, She says, and he hums, looking down at Lily and smiling when he sees her eyes flickering shut already, as content in his embrace as Emily always was, “How’s it going finding mine and JJ’s replacements?”

He groans as he turns to look at her, “I think I may have found yours, JJ’s is proving harder, but there is someone from the academy who has been recommended, but she’s still a cadet.”

She raises an eyebrow at him, “Not sure what it says that it’s been easier to find your wife’s replacement.”

He shakes his head at her and smiles, the reaction they both know she’d been looking for, “There’s only one you, Em,” he says, leaning in to press a kiss against her lips, “You know that,” he looks down and sees Lily is asleep, “Lily would agree with me but she’s sleeping again already.”

Emily smiles and reaches to gently lift the baby from him, careful as she turns and places her back in her bassinet, “She’s very skilled at waking us up and then immediately falling back asleep isn’t she?” 

She kisses Lily’s head and then yawns as she lays back down, dragging Aaron’s arm over her middle after he turns the lamp back off, content to have him pressed up against her, his back against her chest as they settle. 

“So, who is this replacement for me?” She asks, linking their fingers together. It somehow felt more final than leaving the BAU for her maternity leave had felt, even though she knew then she wouldn’t be going back. But her job had still been there, hanging over her head like a test of some kind, one that she was determined not to fail.

“She’s called Dr Alex Blake,” he replies, pulling her closer, “She’s a linguistics expert,” he says, smiling into the top of her head as he feels her tense against him, “But as good as you sweetheart, don’t worry,” he kisses her temple, “And she’s a professor at Georgetown.”

Emily hums, the finality of it all sinking in. She looks over at her sleeping daughter, and any doubt, and regret, fades away. She’d left for her. She was breaking the cycle and putting her daughter first, no matter how much it might sting to feel as if she was being replaced. 

“She sounds good,” she says, kissing his knuckles, yawning again, “What’s the issue?” 

He sighs, the rumble of it passing from his chest to hers. The burden of whatever he was worried about was a shared one like everything else, “She lost her son a couple of years ago, it’s in her file. Our work is not easy, I wouldn’t want anything to drag that up for her if it’s too soon.”

She turns her head and looks at him in the low light of the room, her eyes narrowed slightly, “Says the man who went back to work a month after being stabbed in his own apartment by a sociopath.”

“Hey…” he says, squeezing her tighter, “Technically it wasn’t my apartment anymore, I was about to move in with you.” 

She rolls her eyes and leans up to kiss him before she settles back down, “Semantics,” she mumbles, “So much has changed since then,” she says idly, reminding herself to talk to him in the morning about Jack and his comments about being with them more. 

“For the better,” he whispers, squeezing her hand and she nods. 

“For the better,” she replies, yawning again, “If this Dr. Blake thinks she's ready, you should give her a chance.” 

He hums, “I know,” he says, kissing the top of her head again, “Just like I know we should try and get some more sleep before your mini-me wakes us up again.” 

They both close their eyes, sinking into the comfort of each other, of their life together. Aaron thinks she’s fallen asleep, her breathing all but evened out, when she speaks again.

“Aaron?” 

He yawns as he replies, “Yes sweetheart?” 

“Is she prettier than me?” 

-x-

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[unitedbydevils]

Match Review: Manchester United 2-2 Liverpool

Honestly, that could have been a lot worse.

Wonderboy Kobbie Mainoo might be THE individual responsible for denying Klopp a perfect send-off with a second Premier League title in his time in England. Ahahahahahaha get fucked.

Okay, okay, lets reign it in. Garnacho struck early for United but was ruled offside, and shortly after Liverpool struck back - Szoboszlai denied by a brilliant Andre Onana save at full span.

Luis Diaz opened the scoring in the 23rd minute with a side-on volley from a Darwin Nunez header. Nunez lost Wan Bissaka, his marker, on a Liverpool corner, and Diaz was disgracefully unmarked in acres of space back post. United just cannot defend set pieces. Poor.

United ended the first half with no shots at all, let alone on target; a damning stat that shows just how disjointed the side is at the moment, and why form has been so unreliable.

Second half and just five minutes in Quansah gave the ball away to Bruno Fernandes for a beautiful 45 yard stab to equalise for United. Wayne Rooney praised the captain's technique post-match, pointing out the skill required at the distance and the angle of interception to do what he did. Stellar stuff - and a second intercept from sloppy defending in two games 👀

Liverpool fought back and should have scored from Darwin Nunez, with Szoboszlai and Diaz carving United open, but it was a stunner in the 67th minute from Kobbie Mainoo that put United in a wholly undeserved lead - though admittedly in a far better second half showing than the first.

It wouldn't be United without a capitulation though. Bruno Fernandes beaten down Liverpool's right wing, Aaron Wan Bissaka drawn out of position, and a clumsy foul in the box on Harvey Elliot. Penalty Liverpool. Salah converts. 2-2.

Truth be told, not losing to Liverpool was the objective, as sad as that is to admit. A point is good enough, but given United's lead here, against Chelsea, against so many teams this season... a lot of work needs doing by INEOS to clear out those who do not fit the plan because you can't keep Erik Ten Hag on with unsuitable players - and you can't replace him because other managers will encounter the same issues. As did Jose. As did Louis. As did Ole. You can make the best of a bad situation but it's better not to BE in a bad situation.

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[aaronhotchstuff]

"I'm going to kiss you. Okay? Just...just let me kiss you." + pheebs and Hotch?

if anyone asks, i’ll just be in the corner crying. cw: angst.

It felt like goodbye.

It wasn’t, though, not really. Goodbye to the warmth from each other’s touch, the contentment from each other’s kiss, and the comfort from each other’s presence, perhaps. The happiness, the domesticity, the love; replaced by an ache that can only be soothed by the very thing they’re letting go ― each other.

But no, not goodbye.

They were going to see each other again, and they were going to spend more time together. In the morning when they’re getting ready for the day, they’ll see each other through the windows of their houses, just right next door. When they leave for the day to drive their sons to school then themselves to work. When they arrive at the office then go on to solve cases together and do their jobs side by side. When their sons get together for a playdate. When the team goes out for drinks or dinner at Rossi’s mansion. When they go for a run or a bike ride at the park. When they go for coffee, laundry, gym, even the goddamn supermarket.

Their lives so unbelievably intertwined like weaves in a fabric that it simply cannot be goodbye.

Eyes glistened, hearts racing, heavy and uneven breaths. Phoebe and Aaron stayed where they stood as the former buried her nails deep onto her palms in anticipation while the latter contemplated what to say next, until he realised that there isn’t anything he wanted to say. Nothing important, nothing helpful. Not at that moment. But the things he wanted to do? Plenty, and none of them rational.

He decided to stick to something he could control, yet still be able to keep with him and cherish forever as he slowly moved closer to Phoebe.

“I’m going to kiss you. Okay?” he finally said, his words no more than a whisper as he raised a hand to her face, barely even hovering as though the moment his skin makes contact with hers, he’d lose it. He’d change his mind, be as irrational and as selfish as he can be and take her in his arms and never let go. “Just...” he barely breathed out the moment his fingers touched the side of her face, stray strands of her hair gently brushed off and tucked behind her ear. “Just let me kiss you.”

Aaron slid the rest of his fingers beneath her ear while his thumb caressed her cheek, and he melted at the way she leaned into his touch. His soft, brown eyes looked into her own like he was searching for something. Permission, maybe, or a hint. Something, anything that tells him she wanted this as much as he does―he doesn’t.

And he did see it, for a moment. That hint of regret when she tried but failed to fight back the single tear that streamed down her cheek, and when she held onto his arm the moment he gave her a small, sad smile as he gently wiped it off.

But it wasn’t the only thing he found.

There was desperation and pleading alongside the hurt and the urge to stop what she’s doing, take back everything she said and ask him to stay with her instead. Desperation, because this isn’t what she wanted; it’s what she needed to do for herself and pleading, because she can’t do it without his help and she needed him to let her do this.

Phoebe let out a shaky breath as he leaned closer and if it was even possible, prompted her heart to beat faster. She looked back and forth from his eyes to his lips and physically ached for him to kiss her lips as though it’s for the last time.

It was, but he didn’t.

Instead, he went up her forehead and left a soft, long kiss that merely broke her heart even more, and before she could even bask in the warmth, the contentment, and the comfort of him one last time, he pulled away. He let go of her face and left a trail of electricity on her arm as his hand dropped down, then turned around and walked out the door without a word that contributed a hollow feeling to her aching, tightened chest.

No, not goodbye. Worse.

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[crystalelemental]

Unit Teambuilding - Noland

DeNA just hates supports, let’s be real.  I mean sure, it’s a matter of premium support being harder to balance without being overkill, but like...they limit them so the premium fare isn’t easier to skip.  This in spite of Gauntlet.  So good news for Noland, he’s not a support.

General Overview The inevitable comparison here is to Bugsy.  They’re both Bug-type strikers that mega evolve and have garbage move damage.  I talked positively about Bugsy’s grid, stating it did everything Bugsy wanted it to do, and the only real tragedy was Bugsy lacks an EX.  Spoilers: Noland situation is the same.  He got a nice sync multiplier based on what’s buffed in his trainer move, and some really excellent self-sufficiency tools, but lacks EX for the ease of clearing CS.  So the question is...which one is better?

In terms of raw damage, Bugsy.  Bugsy deals better damage with sync and with move damage, in large part due to built-in Crit Strike 2.  Noland cannot keep up with that.  But Bugsy is more support reliant, requiring someone to help with both attack and crit rate, and ideally speed if going with Twineedle.  Which...I go Twineedle.  I know Zinfogel disagrees because Fell Stinger is broadly better damage, and for CS I make that concession, but in Gauntlet the chip poison damage pushes Bugsy far ahead of Noland’s potential and is frankly his main niche when it comes to damage.  So if you want better numbers, Bugsy is better.  If you want more lax teambuilding requirements, Noland.

Or you can give up on self sufficiency and take Adrenaline.  Look, five turns to self-buff is a tall order, and at that pace, you’re just replacing the need for offensive buff support with the need for defensive support.  But Adrenaline?  That’s a niche.  Noland will consistently access second sync on time, while Bugsy will, in many situations, be waiting an extra turn for that explosive damage.  Whether or not this is a huge deal depends on your preference, and the mode you’re playing.  In Gauntlet, maybe it doesn’t make the biggest difference.  In CS, it is literally the difference between life and death.

And speaking of life and death, Noland has better bulk than Bugsy, at the cost of a much worse speed stat.  Noland can take some AoE hits that Bugsy can’t, but also doesn’t facilitate another attacking partner as well.  Ultimately, a lot of this comes down solely to preference.  Mine is to Bugsy, because I like Johto, and I love Beedrill.  Who is Noland?  I never did the Emerald Battle Frontier, I don’t know this man, why is he in my house?

Team 1: Noland, Hop, Nanu/Tech Farfetch’d Hop buffs offenses, Noland buffs speed with his trainer move, Farfetch’d or Nanu debuffs defense for damage.  It’s a quick, easy structure.

Team 2: Noland, Liza, Brawly Why didn’t I think of this one earlier?  Noland can self-buff crit rate with Trainer Move, and Liza can buff his attack.  Brawly packs defense debuffs, and can Potion the team as needed.

Team 3: Noland, Aaron, Teatime Ingo If you really want to just mess something the heck up.  Aaron performs the same role as Hop, but better, because accuracy.  Teatime Ingo debuffs defense with every hit, gives some potential cheese with evasion buffs, and supplies the coveted Bug Zone for Noland’s damage.  Aaron even buffs defenses once he’s done with the offenses, playing to Noland’s specific strength over Bugsy.

Team 4: Noland, BP Morty, Sophocles If you really want Noland’s perfect self-sufficiency, here’s a potential structure.  Morty provides defense buffs and Potion, which you’ll need while moving this slow.  Morty and Sophocles both pack a high flinch rate for opponents that can be flinch locked.  And for Gauntlet, Morty has Confuse, and Sophocles has Paralyze, meaning they are an Uxie-counter team.  Note that Confuse can wear off real fast against Uxie, so the best use is apply then sync right after.  Since that’s Noland’s only means of dealing damage, it works out okay.

Final Thoughts Noland’s good.  As good as Bugsy, at least.  Which is to say, I don’t think they’re all that good.  Bug isn’t a super valuable type to begin with, and without the EX, they lack a lot of staying power in CS.  They’ll be amazing with an EX, but without?  They’re going to struggle a bit.  Noland might be in the better position due to flexibility with his buffing and better bulk for survival, but who can say.  They’re both just kinda good.

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[scarletxvision]

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[thedangelodelicacy]

4★TOWN HEADCANNONS

Ive LITTERALY BEEN CRUSHING AND OMFGHSNNKAKDK THEYRE SO PRETTY so here ya go some head cannons!

Robaire

In the beginning robaire was probably stuck up and a little snobby.

NOT TO MUCH just a little..

Of course now he loves his friends!

When it came time for Jesse to introduce his kids to the group robaire was the most anxious one out of the group. He loves them so much and was really nervous about getting them to like him.

He’s the push over uncle.. he literally is..

“Uncle robaire!” Can we get that big teddy bear!”

“Ah.. c’mon guys you know your dad said I couldn’t get y’all anything this time..”

“Oh..” *looks down sad*

*robaire to cashier* “yeah I’ll take two-“

HE GETS AND DOES EVERYTHING FOR THEM!

But it’s not just them he likes to buy things for, NOPE ITS EVERYONE!

Strong believer in retail therapy

His parents? Bought them a house once he got the money and a car! They adore him and are very grateful!

Even though he doesn’t need to, sometimes he’ll buy things for the rest of his band. He’ll donate to whatever Charity Tae is promoting, he’ll buy clay for Jesse, etc.

Robaire definitely writes for the romantic/sad/flex songs.

Yeah he used to be stuck up but now he’s the charismatic leader yk? He’s cool about everything but sometimes he can panic and mess up but it’s okay because in the end he has the groups back and they got his. That’s all they need.

In the BTS bloopers he’s definitely the one laughing not really participating in the fun but just watching happily from the sidelines! *laughs loudly and non stop*

Jesse

Jesses a laid back artistic guy.

He loves his kids they’re his whole life.

He also admires his friends!

Smells like banana and strawberries yougurt don’t ask..

While robaire is know as the romantic Jesse also loves to write poems in his free time. To no one in particular of course. He just likes to imagine pretty girls (or guys) and writes poems about them which is how he gets most of his song lyrics

they’re definitely a bromance going on between him an robaire.

He loves how robaire is with his kids. Although sometimes it is a little hard trying to get him to be a stern with saying no to buying them things.

“Hey Jess! We’re home!” *kids giggle as Jesse walks into the front giving them both big hugs. Kids run into the house*

“So whatd yo-…..” “…” “why are you holding two life size teddy bears?” “WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO-?” “ROBAIRE-“

He loves making pottery and has made some for his bros. Along with paintings and other gifts where he uses different mediums of art.

He totally cries at sad romance movies but rubs it off as something in his eyes.

*sniff* “are you okay?” “Shush Ro, there’s just sand in my eye” “But we’re not near any sand” “TAE SHUT-“

Definitely writes for the romantic/inspirational/poetic songs

Although He’s really chill about everything something’s that can get to him is: paparazzi following him everywhere. (Every time they bother him he doesn’t pay them mind and tries to walk away from the situation without talking and just throws smiles and neutral gestures they’re way) Fans violating the bands privacy. (Now don’t get him wrong He love his fans but hates it when he or one of the other band members run they’re hand into the crowd and feels they’re rings getting grabbed off of they’re hand or when they dive into the crowd and get they’re accessories taken. It’s not like they can’t replace it it’s just a little irritating) and lastly he hates Hates HATES personal invasive questions. (SPECIFICALLY when it about his kids. He won’t mind any questions he just hates questions about them. He just wants them to live a normal quiet life. It’s one of the rules when he goes to interviews is they CANNOT under ANY circumstances ask about his kids. When he’s interviewing one on one and the reporter asks he’ll laugh awkwardly and just not answer. But when he’s with the band getting interviewed, everyone just smiles or chuckles awkwardly and ignores the question. PS. The Aaron’s are totally given the reporter annoyed or disgusted faces #westantheaarons)

Jesse is LITERALLY the best father. WITHOUT A DOUBT HES TOTALLY A CHILL DAD LIKE ISNHXJANC

any accidents That the kids make are just that.. accidents. He’s a very chill dad and with that his kids are very chill too! On the rare occasion that Jesse is caught in public by paparazzi with his kids they always smile an say the darnest things -^-

In BTS bloopers reels Jesse is totally the one causing chaos unknowingly. “Oh hey Jesse let me carry those boxes!” “Oh cool sure!” *jesse pulls on a plug on the stage unplugging the lights and trips to the ground and Aaron take the boxes and make sit worse by falling* “what just…”

Tae young

Tae is a big ol sweetheart <3

Definitely uses these often “<3, ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎,♡︎♥︎,“

He definitely loves and tries to write great love/cheerful songs! Although he himself isn’t much of a writer he manages.

Totally has many pets that he’s rescued! (Dogs, cats, birds, snakes etc) all kept separately but all well taken care of!

Tae probably dreamed of being a vet when he was younger.

He’s also a good cook! Or that’s what he thinks lmao. He kinda thinks that since he has made many special gourmet meals for his animals that he can just do the same to human food but uh… somehow he’s completely roasted six pots/pans and has burnt water.

He loves to watch people make food though. Tae most likely has a bunch of muckbang in his recommended and is subscribed to a lot of YouTubers who make that type of content.

HE TOTALLY TIRES TO GET THE OTHER GUYS TO PAINT THEY’RE NAILS WITH HIM SO THEY MATCH BUT IS ALWAYS TURNED DOWN SO HES HAD TO SNEAKILY PAINT THEY’RE NAILS AT NIGHT

*snore* “it’s my time to create chaos (•̀ᴗ•́)و“ *next morning* “TAE WHY ARE ALL OF OUR NAILS BLUE?!” “*gasp* a Ghost-“ “nO-“

He loves eating! Especially something homemade which is why he likes cooking so much even though again he’s not the best. He loves eating whatever Aaron T makes. Aaron T totally loves to make food and tae stress eats so the two have an unspoken agreement

Tae is definitely the favorite uncle You know?he’s just so fun! And he lives to educate the kids about animal and wildlife in general. it makes him happy seeing their smiling faces when he gets to go out on the town with them.

In BTS bloopers he’s totally the one to try to keep peace but ends up encouraging the bad behavior in the end and creates more chaos. “Aaron!” *both Aaron’s in unison* “what?” “no! I mean what…which Aaron was it..?”

Aaron T.

He’s a kidder alright. He can’t take anything serious until it’s slapping him in the face!

Aaron T was actually the one who suggested they be called “4★TOWN” instead of “5★TOWN” because he has the same name as Aaron Z. So technically they and I quote “count as one person”

Of course they went with it. It was funny.

Uncle T is the uncle that they barely get to see because of his reckless nature. He usually sees them when Aaron Z has them but he’s not allowed to take them anywhere by himself because he himself…is a child.

He’s totally the one to slip up and say something inappropriate teaching the kids it on accident.

“Your mom!” “Where’s you learn that?” *T sweats* “uM-“

T feels closer with Jesse and Aaron Z then anyone else in the group and is able to confide in them. Although the whole time he will be cracking jokes.

Is shipped with Aaron Z a lot so they —Mainly T though—play onto sometimes it leading to funny situations

“Hey handso- I mean Z” *said infront of a reporter. “Stoppp” Z said chuckling. *reporter shocked bc Z is smiling* “I’m sorry bab- Z” *Z starts to die laughing out loud* “c’mon stop smiling you said it was reserved for me 🥺”

*time skip to them in their trailer* “oh and before I forget I’m gonna beat you up T” *Z smiles laughing* “what did I do?” “That” *tae responds turns up the tv* *they all watch T & Z’s fake flirting* “oh yeah-“

He definitely writes genius lyric’s for any song.

Loves joking a playing around but he also has a small love for baking! He loves to make macrons, cake, tarts and other sweet treats! It’s his stress reliever! If he ever stresses about a songs performance on the radio he’ll just bake a couple cupcakes help tae’s stress eating and to help himself calm down

Fun fact: T is the only one that can make Z smile. Yup!

This is important because whenever Z cries and needs someone to cry to Aaron T is always there. That doesn’t mean he’s the best a comforting though…

*Z cries* “uh…ummm…don’t cry baby girl your too pretty?” “WhAt-“ “I DONT KNOW I SAW IT ON TV-“

In the BTS blooper reels he’s the one causing chaos on purpose. “Oh Jesse let me help you carry these boxes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” *proceeds to drop them all and trips Jesse in the process. Ruins everything on accident but also on purpose?*

Aaron Z.

Aaron Z. Is totally the big badass of the group.

But ill let you in on a little secret HES a big BABY. Aaron totally is a little baby posed as a big bad man.

He gets hurt at the smallest things and cries in his dressing room for ages! Aaron T Knows this and is usually by his side comforting him.

*Z sobbing* “*pat pat* it’s gonna be okay Z! I’m sure he didn’t mean to step on your shoe!” “He did it because he hates me and hates my dances! I knew that new manger didn’t like me! I’m a failure!” *sobs into hands* *doesn’t know how to comfort Z and panics internally*

Aaron Z. Loves dance as we all know but he totally loves making extra choreography in his spare time too! Tae and Aaron T. Are the main ones that actually enjoy his extra sets. Not that Robaire and Jesse don’t! But they usually don’t participate but instead they watch.

Aaron Z. doesn’t really write more or do he just beatboxes so whatever the band needs he’ll provide flawlessly.

He loves spending time with the band but mainly hangs out with tae and Aaron T.

Aaron Z is totally the cool unbothered uncle! He’ll cover for the kids anything they do anything!

“Who broke the vase Z?” “It was me” *sigh -* “I know it was one of the kids, which one was it” “I’m not snitching” * bigger sigh*

Once he meets jesses kids he totally teaches them choreography. AND THEY LOVE IT

“Uncle Z! Show us that move you did to finish your guys last tour!” “Oh the Z special? I got y’all >:)”

Aaron Z is the disappointed parent in BTS bloopers. “*sigh* guys…can we not break the entire stage in half this time-?” *proceeds to do just that* “well it was worth a shot-“

#tae young #4★TOWN #Robaire #Jesse #Aaron T #Aaron Z #turning red

[idy-ll-ique]

A Day Well-Spent

Pairing: Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: It's like... fluff to the extreme

Warnings: mention of guns

Requested: nope

Summary: Y/N has just moved to Brooklyn and doesn't know how things are there. Bucky Barnes runs things around Brooklyn but what happens when they meet? Will she run away or will she still shoot her shot?

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay, first of all, THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH I LOVE Y'ALL SO MUCH. also i think im obsessed with mob fics????? chile anyways so... enjoy!

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"Ready to go, sweetie?"

"You know it, babe," Y/N grinned at her friend, Clarice. The two, on their way to work, had stopped by a coffee shop for their daily dose of caffeine. As they walked out of the café, Clarice turned to Y/N. "Finish your story! What did Brad say to you after that?!" Clarice reminded her and Y/N giggled.

"Oh, he was just too sweet! But not my type, ya know what I mean? I didn't know how to turn him down," she sighed. "Poor guy. If he had approached me…" Y/N lightly shoved her friend. "I have his number, should I pass it on?" Clarice turned to Y/N, wide eyed. "Darling, you're too good to me," she spoke with a strong Brooklyn accent.

Y/N burst out laughing. She had moved from another part of the country to Brooklyn for education; along with attending college, she was also working as a waitress at a nice little restaurant. That was how she met Clarice, her being another waitress at said restaurant. The two became fast friends.

Clarice was a few years older than Y/N, a single mother with a 4 year old son. Her son was extremely cute. As Y/N continued laughing, she didn't notice how her friend stopped in her tracks. Clarice was busy staring at the huge hunk of a man a few feet ahead of Y/N, standing in the middle of the pavement with his phone held to his ear, his back to them.

Bucky Barnes.

That man was James Buchanan Barnes, the King of Brooklyn. He ran the whole damn city along with his mob; very important and influential. On top of that? He was hot-headed, easily got angry and people knew what happened when he got angry. Except Y/N. Y/N didn't even know who he was.

As Y/N neared Bucky, still laughing for some reason, Clarice thought of calling out to her. And alert him of their presence? No way! "Clarice, you know I love it when you do your acc—" All of a sudden, Y/N collided into a soft wall, spilling her coffee all over it. Opening her eyes, she found out that it was no wall; instead, she had collided straight into a person.

And drenched his back with coffee.

He was wearing what looked like a very expensive suit and Y/N immediately felt guilty. "Oh my goodness, I'm so fucking sorry!" she blurted out as Bucky pulled the phone away from his ear, turning to look at her. His men, who were loitering around, had her surrounded as they pointed their guns at her. But she didn't notice.

She was busy staring at Bucky, her jaw slightly dropped. Hot damn, he is good looking, she thought to herself. It wasn't until he cleared his throat that she snapped out of a daydream. He had a stern expression on his face and she realized she messed up. He's someone important. Then she started apologizing profusely.

Bucky simply stared at her, taking in her features as he gave her a once-over. She's new, he realized, not from Brooklyn. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," he chuckled and she immediately shut up, offering him a timid smile. "I really am sorry, I feel like a total ass. That suit looks expensive, sir, is there any way I can help? Maybe pay for dry cleaning?"

"Do you know who I am?" he instead asked and her brows furrowed. "Oh Lord, am I supposed to know?! One mess up after another…" she grumbled and Bucky couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry. My name is Bucky Barnes, you may call me Bucky." At this point, even his men were surprised, lowering their guns.

Clarice was still standing there and one of the men caught her eye. He nodded his head towards Y/N and Clarice gave him an unsure smile. He sauntered over to her. "She's with you?" he asked and Clarice groaned, dropping her head. "She's new to Brooklyn, and has no idea who he is. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience."

The man smiled at her. "No worries, looks like the boss isn't gonna hurt her. I'm Sam, by the way." Clarice gave him a shy smile. Sam was also very good-looking. "I'm Clarice, nice to meet you." Better to remain on the good side of the mob. Back to Y/N and Bucky… "Bucky, that's a good name. Short for anything?"

He ran a hand through his hair, grinning. It had been years, years since someone outside of the mob had spoken to him so freely and without fear. It felt nice and refreshing, even more so because Y/N was super gorgeous. "James Buchanan Barnes." Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "Named after a president, huh?"

"You making fun of my name now, doll?" he smirked slyly. "Oh no no, I wouldn't dare," she flirted easily, "My name is Y/N. I still feel bad about ruining your suit, you won't even take the money…" Bucky waved her off. "First, Y/N is a wonderful name. Second, you don't need to worry your pretty head over me, this suit can easily be replaced."

"Then how about this? A coffee. My treat. It'll make me feel better," she insisted. Bucky raised a quick brow, thinking that he would be the one to ask her out but oh well, this works too. "Let's call it a date, shall we?" he purred, taking a step closer to her. She didn't back off. "If you'd like," she grinned up at him.

He couldn't help but grin back. "Excellent. Then how about you put your number in my phone and I pick you up next Sunday at 7 pm?" He thrust his phone into her hand and Y/N swore she heard someone gasping in the background. Bucky Barnes was a very private person but here he was now; handing his phone to a stranger.

She quickly put her number in his phone and handed it back, smiling. "I'll await your call." He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I have to go now, so I'll see you later. Say hello to your friend from my side. Sam! Stop flirting, man, we gotta go!" Y/N looked over her shoulder to see his friend flirting with Clarice.

She laughed and turned back to Bucky, who was already looking at her with a goofy grin on his face. "I'll see you next Sunday, Mr Barnes. Again, sorry for the suit!" He waved his arm in dismissal and got into the car, throwing her one last blowing kiss before zooming off. Y/N walked back to Clarice, who was staring at her, jaw dropped.

"I know the hell you didn't just do that."

"Did I do something wrong?" Y/N frowned. Then, all of a sudden, a wide grin bloomed on Clarice's face. "Do you even know who you're going to go on a date with next Sunday?!" Y/N blinked. "Is he someone important?" Clarice made a sound of indignation. "Important? Bitch, he's the Kingpin! The King of Brooklyn! A mob boss!"

Y/N's eyes went wide. "No way," she scoffed. "Yes way! Ask anyone! He runs things around here, babe. It was fun to see him all soft, though, he's kinda hot-headed and hard to impress. Even women stay away from him. And now you two are going on a date?! If this relationship does not end in a marriage I'm suing."

Y/N flushed slightly and punched Clarice on the shoulder. "Clair, we haven't even gone on one date." Clarice shrugged. "A girl can dream. Oh, your children will be the most beautiful! Did you see his right hand man, though?! Mamma mia! Said his name was Sam Wilson, I got his number!" The two reached their workplace.

Inside Bucky's car, he was still smiling, lost in thoughts. "So, that chick, huh," Sam spoke devilishly from the driver's seat. Bucky looked at him. "That's no way to talk about the future Mrs Barnes," he admonished and Sam chortled. "Dude, you haven't been on even one date! Slow down, chicks don't like dudes who plan out a marriage on the first date."

"But I know I'm right, so why shouldn't I plan?" Bucky shrugged. He was more than confident that Y/N was going to become his in the future. The way she looked at him, spoke to him, flirted with him… it was enough for him to become smitten with her at the first glance. "What about you and her friend, huh?"

It was Sam's turn to become flustered. "Clarice Light. Has a 4-year old son, Aaron." Bucky nodded thoughtfully. "A mother. Well-maintained looks," he commented, laughing when Sam punched him on the shoulder. "Why don't you think about your own chick and leave mine alone?"

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Y/N frantically smoothed out her dress, checking herself in the mirror. She wore a beautiful, nude coloured bandage dress that reached mid-thigh, along with similar coloured heels. Bucky was coming to pick her up in 5 minutes. Even after finding out who he was she didn't back away, instead finding it empowering that the most important man in Brooklyn wanted to take her out on a date.

All of a sudden the bell rang, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. The first thing she saw upon opening the door was a huge bouquet of red roses right in front of someone's face. He then moved the bouquet to reveal his face and Y/N smiled broadly. "Bucky!" He grinned back at her. "Hi, doll! Here, an extraordinary bouquet for an equally extraordinary woman."

"You're too flattering. These roses smell amazing, thank you so much." She took the bouquet from his hands and kept it away, stepping out of the house. Bucky offered her his hand and she took it, allowing him to lead her out of the building and towards an audacious, ridiculously expensive looking car.

"Everything about you is lavish, huh?" she teased as he ushered her into the passenger seat, sitting next to her. "Bad to have a taste for the finer things in life?" he teased right back, placing his hand on her thigh as the other gripped the steering wheel. "No, I mean, you are the Kingpin. I should expect luxury."

He glanced at her to see her grinning at him. "You found out?" She nodded. "Yup, Clarice told me as soon as you left. I don't mind though, I'm just wondering… why me?" He laughed. "Why you? Sweetheart, you are the first person aside from Sam who has talked to me so freely since… since I was 18. And you're gorgeous. So why not?"

"Again, with the flattery…"

"Just stating facts, my dear."

"Also, my friend has a crush on Sam, so do tell him to ask her out." Bucky laughed harder. It had been years since he'd enjoyed himself so much. "Really? He has a crush on her too! I guess I'll tell him tomorrow." Y/N looked out of the window. "Where are we going?" Bucky gently squeezed her thigh. It was clear he wasn't taking her to a café, like originally planned.

"A picnic in the park." Y/N's eyes lit up. "I love picnics!" she squealed. "Then I guess I made a good choice," Bucky chortled along. The two soon reached the park and Bucky got out of the car first, holding the door open for Y/N to step out. "A gentleman," she noted, making him grin. He then took out the picnic basket from the backseat.

Y/N laid out the classic pink and white checkered blanket that he had brought along, taking off her heels before sitting down. "Ugh, I'd have worn pants if I knew I was going to be sitting on the ground," she groaned as she somehow sat down, adjusting her dress.

"You look gorgeous in that dress though," Bucky commented, "But you don't need to worry about public indecency because it's just you and me in the park." Y/N blinked at him as he sat down, opening the basket and taking out food. "Just us? You booked the whole park?" Bucky smirked at her. "It's easy when you run things around here."

Y/N fondly shook her head. "So much effort." He winked at her. "All for you, doll, all for you." The two maintained a chat as they ate. "So, you're new here. Why did you move to Brooklyn?" Bucky asked her. "Education. I go to [Name] college, actually, and work part-time as a waitress for some additional income," she hummed. He nodded thoughtfully.

"What about you? Is the mob a family business or a start-up?" Bucky smiled at her boldness. "Family business, my dad used to run it before me. I was 16 when I took over." Y/N realized what must've happened and gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry for your loss." Bucky returned the smile. "It's fine, he was no saint."

"No?"

"Yup, hated him actually. Used to be cruel to my mom, to me too… until he got shot. Best day of my life." Y/N gasped quietly. "Bucky! He was your father!" Bucky chuckled mercilessly. "An asshole is what he was. Geez, speaking of, my mom is gonna be so happy."

"What's her name?" Y/N took a bite of her sandwich. "Winifred. She's awesome, raised me and my sister alone, ya know? Dad was always too busy. My mom will like you, I can tell. And so will my sister." Y/N smiled at that. "A sister?" He nodded, excited to talk about his family.

"Rebecca Barnes. She's a few years younger than me, maybe your age. She goes to your college too." Y/N suddenly squealed. "You mean to tell me my best friend from college is your sister? Rebecca Barnes?!" Bucky smiled so wide he thought his cheeks were gonna tear. "You've met her?" Y/N vehemently nodded.

"She's really great, the only person kind enough to introduce herself on the first day I moved in. She was the one who showed me around campus and I found out that she mostly spent time alone because no one wanted to talk to her, her brother being involved with the bad side of law or something. But I didn't care. I still don't. She's awesome, you're awesome."

Bucky felt himself tear up at her words. "Doll, you have no idea how much that means to me." Y/N grinned at him, scooting sideways so she could lay her head on his shoulder. "I'm serious, you know. I can't wait to tell her about this." Bucky laughed in a watery tone, pressing his lips to her temple.

The two quietly ate after that. When the food was over both of them lay down on the blanket, looking up at the starry sky. "It's so beautiful," Y/N whispered, cuddling into Bucky's side as she stared at the gibbous moon. Bucky wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him.

"It's nothing compared to you."

Y/N laughed quietly and looked up, the same time he looked down. They met each other halfway; their lips connecting softly yet eagerly. Lost in the kiss Bucky sat up, pulling Y/N on his lap as they continued making out. Finally, after what felt like hours did they pull away, breathless. They said nothing; Bucky looked at her as if she hung the moon.

Y/N stared at him as if he were the only thing in the world. "So, when will I get a second date?" she broke the silence, leaning down to press her forehead to his. "Oh, doll, you're not getting rid of me any time soon," he shot back, laughing. Y/N giggled along and stood up.

Both of them packed their things and got into the car, Bucky offering to drive her home since it was late. So I guess it had been hours. As Bucky drove, Y/N's phone chimed. He glanced at her when she laughed. "What's so funny?" Y/N wheezed before answering.

"I've got two texts. One from Becca and one from Clarice."

Bucky couldn't stop his chuckle. "What did Becca say?" Y/N read out, "Girl, just heard you're on a date with my bro? And I— I swear if you don't become my sister in law, I'm suing." Laughter filled the car. "She really said that?" Y/N nodded. "Yup! Even Clarice, on the day we met, said the same thing! It's nuts. We just met and they're already planning a wedding."

"Speaking of, what was Clarice's message?"

"Oh nothing, just that she got back home from a date with Sam a few minutes ago."

"What?!"

"What's wrong with that?"

"That asshole had work today!"

"Bucky!"

All in all, it was a day well-spent.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a like if you enjoyed!

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fluff #winter soldier #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan characters #disney #mcu #marvel #avengers #fanfic #writing #writeblr

[can-youimagine]

Work In Progress Chapter Thirty

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: new job anxiety

Word Count: 710

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

You’ve barely made it to the car before Spencer asks, “What did Hotch want to talk to you about?”

“You have no patience, do you?”

“Nope, now tell me.”

You giggle. “Fine, fine. I’m not sure that you’re supposed to know yet.”

“(Y/N), quit stalling.”

“I will. I just need you to know everything. Besides, it’s not official yet or anything, but I may start working at the BAU while JJ is on maternity leave.”

“What?”

You try to break it down. “JJ is pregnant, that part you aren’t supposed to know yet, and she needs a replacement, so Hotch offered me the position. I’m not going to be in the field or anything, but I am going to be in the office.”

If you weren’t driving, Spencer would have tackled you. “I am so so proud of you!”

“I haven’t started yet. There’s still time for me to lose it.”

He leans back in his seat. “I’m still proud of you.”

You park the car. “Thanks.”

As the two of you walk into the apartment, Spencer says, “Y’know, we could finish what we started this morning.” He presses a quick kiss to your lips. “Plus, I could show you how proud I am of you.”

“You need to get some rest, baby boy.” You kiss his cheek. “You can show me how proud you are tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

You laugh. “I promise, Spence. Now, get some sleep.”

He kicks off his shoes on his way to the bedroom. “Join me.”

Well with that pout you just have to say, “Of course.”

He waits until you’re both out of your day clothes to pull you into the bed with him, wrapping himself completely around you. You card your fingers through his hair, lulling him into a peaceful sleep.

You try to will yourself to fall asleep with him, but you have too much on your mind. This job would change your world, in many ways you know you can’t imagine. There’s only one member on the team that you don’t know, and from what Spencer says, she’ll take a bit to warm up to you. The last time you saw Rossi, you were in whatever your relationship with Aaron was. Is that what he expects from you?

You’d be working under Strauss, who you know cannot like you. The team is already under scrutiny, adding even more pressure to the job. And, you don’t even know what you’ll be doing once JJ comes back.

Your phone ringing pulls you out of your mind. Luckily, Spencer is out like a light, so you can slide out of bed and take the call.

“Hey, everything okay?” you answer.

“Yeah,” Aaron responds. “Just wanted to let you know I managed to convince Strauss to give you the job.”

“That’s great!”

“There are a few conditions.”

“If you agreed to them, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Right,” he clears his throat. “First, you’ll have to start now. Strauss wants to watch you in a few cases before she can trust you.”

“Makes sense. Honestly, that’s better than what I was hoping for.”

“You’ll have to be under mine or JJ’s supervision at all times until then.” He pauses. “You also won’t be able to be alone with Reid during the case.”

You sigh. “Yeah. I figured. Is that all?”

He leaves out the part that if you fuck this up, both your jobs are on the line. “I believe so.”

“That sounds great, Aaron.”

“You still want it?”

“Of course.”

“Then, I look forward to seeing you on Monday.”

“See you Monday, sir.” As you end the call, Spencer staggers into the room.

“You left.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” you say walking over to him. “Hotch called.”

“You got the job?”

“I got the job,” you confirm.

A smile overtakes his face as he wraps his arms around you. “You got the job!” You giggle as he spins you. “I am so so proud of you.”

“Slow down, there’s a few conditions to it.”

He puts you back down but keeps his arms around you. “Apparently, we can’t be trusted alone.”

He rolls his eyes. “You up for sneaking around, Agent (L/N)?”

You laugh loudly. “You are the worst.”

“I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader

[cloudlessly-light]

Hello. How are you doing ?

I was wondering Can you write a fic where Hotch accidentally answers Emily’s phone early in the morning when Pen or Derek calls to say they have a case. That’s how they found out about them and then they all tease them all day. Thank you 🙂

Title:  Seems you cannot be replaced (Chapter 6/7)   Summary: It shouldn’t have happened, but they were drunk. It shouldn’t have happened but it felt right. It shouldn’t have happened but now it has. It shouldn’t have happened now they have to deal with it.   

Or, Emily always leaves before he wakes up, but she always leaves a note. Word Count:  3,7k Rating:  Explicit Warnings: Smut, in public, dirty talk, breath play/choking mentions of bruises and cuts, mentions of violence, injury

She walks over dirt and stone, feeling the warmth of the explosion against her skin, feels her body protest as she stops to look for Spencer and Derek. The seconds before they appear feel endless, but then they’re there and she felt like she could breathe again. The hug that Spencer envelopes her in hurts, her ribs protesting, her bruised body aching, but she refuses to give in to the pain of it and hugs him back just as tightly.

When he releases her she meets Aaron’s eye and she can see the same panic on his face that she had felt during the explosion in New York, and she nods with a tight smile. He can’t wrap his arms around her like she knows he wants to, can’t kiss her, because the team doesn’t know about them yet.

When they land JJ takes her to the hospital to get checked out and Aaron has to go back to Quantico, but she can see his need, knows that he more than anything, wants to go with her. But having two agents taken hostage means too much paperwork to ignore and she knows that too.

When she comes home to her apartment it’s silent, lights off and she’s quick to rid herself of her bloody clothes. She takes a bath, washing away the grime and smell of smoke, cleans the cuts and inspects the bruising. Nothing was broken according to the x-rays, but her ribcage was bruised, her wrists were chafed. She winced as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, but she’d been through worse so with that thought in mind she grabs the bathrobe hanging on the bathroom door and makes her way downstairs.  

She ignores the pain medication on the counter that the doctor had recommended and instead puts on the kettle. Just as the water starts to boil, he knocks on her door and she’s quick to open it.

“Emily.” He breathes, eyes moving over her to inspect any visible injuries and then he walks inside before she can greet him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay honey.” She realizes that he sees through the slight tightness of her smile, how her arm protects her middle and he sighs.

“I’m sorry.” He mutters as he puts the bags that he’s carrying on the counter. “I never should have sent you in there.”

“No, Aaron.” Her hand is careful when she caresses his stubbled cheek. “You didn’t know, you couldn’t have known.”

“I heard you.” His jaw clenches as he recalls the anguish of hearing her pained cries. “When Cyrus beat you. I wanted to kill him.”

“I know, JJ told me.” She said softly. “Aaron look at me.” She notices that it takes a few seconds for him to do as she asked, but when he finally does she can see the unshed tears in his eyes. “I’m okay, I promise.”

He’s so careful when he pulls her into a hug that her heart clenches from adoration for him. She wraps her arms around his middle, listens to his heartbeat as he presses a kiss to the top of her head. The tension in him slowly dissipates as they stand there, breathing each other in.

“You’re okay.” He finally whispers, like touching her, feeling her even breathing and smelling the familiar scent of her shampoo made it real.

“I am.” She pulls back and cranes her neck enough to press a kiss against his lips. “Is there any chance that there’s food in those bags? I’m starving.”

“Of course sweetheart.” He smiles, already reaching for the take-out containers.

Aaron spent the evening not letting her out of his sight. He could tell that she was in pain, no matter how adamant she was that she was fine, he refused to have her do anything besides laying on the couch until it was getting late and they headed to bed.

“It looks worse than it is.” She warns him as he sits on the edge of the bed in his boxers. When she slips the robe of her shoulder his breathing hitches, for the first time seeing the extent of her injuries.

“Emily-”

“I had the x-rays, nothing a few days of rest wont fix.” She interrupts him as she pulls a shirt she’d stolen from him from a drawer. When she pulls it on she winces at the pull on her ribs and Aaron is immediately right there, helping her.

“If he wasn’t already dead, I would have killed him.” He says and she chuckles dryly.

“Well, he’s dead and we’re here.” She takes his hand and drags him toward the bed where she slips under the covers. She doesn’t say anything, but curls into him, seeking the comfort of him and Aaron wastes no time wrapping his arm around her.

She falls asleep quicker than she normally would, body and mind exhausted after the last couple of days. Aaron stays up, watches her sleep, traces her bruised cheek and cut lip carefully. He makes sure that she’s breathing, stays awake for as long as he can before finally falling sleep too.

It can’t be more than a couple of hours later that he wakes up by a ringing phone. Bleary eyed and slightly panicked at someone calling him this early he reaches for his phone, Emily grunts as she too wakes up.

“Hello?” His voice is rough from sleep as he presses the phone to his ear.

“Hello? Who’s this?” Comes Penelope’s familiar voice through the phone.

“Garcia what do you want? Do we have a case?” He rubs his eyes as Emily slowly sits up beside him.

“Hotch?” He hears the confusion in Penelope’s voice and it only makes him more confused.

“Garcia why did you call?”

“Sir, I was calling Emily… Are you with her?”

That’s when Aaron looks at the bedside table and sees his phone laying there, and he realizes that he’s picked up the wrong phone. Emily notices it too, eyes going wide as she catches on.

“Hotch?”

“Y-yeah.” He rubs his eyes, there’s no point in lying. “Yes I’m here. Emily is too.”

“I thought JJ drove her home from the hospital.” The confusion in Penelope’s voice only became more apparent.

“She did.” He answered while Emily covered her face in her hand, a muffled sound of frustration leaving her.

“Then why are you… oh. Oh!” The second Penelope realized exactly why her boss was in her friend’s apartment Aaron laid back on the bed next to Emily. “Well. Uhm… I wanted to know how she was. But I have so many questions.”

“Garcia.” He warned and the blonde on the other end stopped what was for sure was going to be a rant. “I’ll see you at the office. Bye.”

“Bye.”

When he hung up it was silent between them until Emily started to laugh, something uncontrollable that made Aaron smile too.

“It’s not funny Em.”

“I know,” She still laughed, her hand covering her ribs as she did. “but considering every way they could find out, you have to admit this was one of the easiest ones.”

“Or the worst one, take your pick.” He can’t help but to start to laugh too. It might not have been the way they had planned to tell the team, but they both knew that Penelope knowing, meant that the whole team would know by the time they got to the office.

Emily argued her way into being allowed to go in that day, promising to sit at her desk and work through files even if a case came in. She walked out of the elevator, her bruise covered and Aaron beside her. She felt the team’s eyes on them the moment they stepped inside the bullpen and she braced herself for the questions, good and bad, that might come their way.

“Everyone in the conference room.” Aaron said loudly, wanting them away from the buzzing of the office. He sat down next to her as the rest of the team followed, sitting at the round table and still looking at them like they were some rare animal at the zoo. It’s quiet for a minute and then Aaron sighs.

“I take it you all know?” He looks at Penelope who’s sitting wide eyed across from them.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay Pen.” Emily assures her, she’s not mad at her.

“First things first, Prentiss you’re okay?” Derek asks and she gives him a nod.

“I am, desk duty for a little while, but the doctor gave me the all clear.”

The room falls into silence once more.

“When did this happen?” JJ is the first to speak and Emily is sure she hears a hint of amusement in the blonde’s voice.

“We’ve been together for a little more than a month.” She answers and Penelope’s jaw drops.

“We didn’t plan on this, or plan on you finding out like this.” Aaron continues as his hand finds hers under the table.

“So what now?” Spencer asks as he looks between them. “What does this mean for the team?”

“Nothing.” Emily says as she squeezes his hand a little tighter. “We’ll work like we have, we realize that it’s an adjustment to you as well, but nothing will change.”

“We’ve been together and you didn’t notice, it will continue like it has.” Aaron finishes for her and she sees the looks of doubt on her friend’s faces.

“This isn’t some fling. If that’s what you’re thinking.” Her voice carries an edge to it, something she knows they all hear.

“Of course not, Bella.” Dave smiles at her. “I think this is enough for now, we have work to do.”

It’s not really an end to the conversation, but she’s thankful for Dave, that he knew her and Aaron well enough to know that question their relationship would only make the slightly tense atmosphere worse.

It takes another couple of hours before someone mentions it, and Emily isn’t surprised that it’s JJ who corners her as she’s getting coffee.

“You do realize you have to give us all the details come girls’ night?” She smirks and Emily finds herself chuckling in relief.

“Well, some things a girl have to keep to herself.”

The look of slight surprise on JJ’s face disappears as Derek comes to join them.

“Are we gossiping about our new couple?” He grins and Emily feels another wave of relief, out of everybody she had been the most worried about Derek.

“No, defiantly not.” She pushes his shoulder gently and he laughs.

“Hey, it’s good to know who to talk to if I need a few days off, I’m sure you’ll be able to persuade him much better than I can.”

“Derek Morgan!”

By the time it’s time to leave the office everything has gone back to normal and Emily couldn’t have been happier even as the teasing tones and little comments got annoying, being teased was definitely better than them being angry.

“So, is Hotch your boyfriend?” Spencer looks towards Aaron’s office “Isn’t that like… scary?”

“No Spence.” She chuckles just as the door opens and Aaron looks down at her with a smile.

“What about in bed?” Penelope asks who hadn’t seen him behind her.

“That’s enough out of you.” Aaron says but he doesn’t sound angry, even smiling a little at the way Penelope jumps. “Ready to get home?” He turns to Emily who nods.

“Yes.” She smiles then turns to Penelope winks. “He can be a little scary in bed, but in the good way.” She whispers and both JJ and Penlope squeal a little, while Derek and Spencer both look horrified. When Aaron takes her hand she waves to the team.

“See you on Monday guys.”

“Bye.” Aaron nods and the whole way towards the door, they feel four pairs of eyes on them. By the time they reach the elevator, Dave is also about to leave.

“I’m happy for you.” He says, kind eyes moving from Aaron to Emily.

“You don’t seem… surprised.” She says, it had been in the back of her mind all day, how calm he had been. They step into the elevator together.

“You’re not as good at covering as you think Bella.” He laughs at the slight blush that appears on her cheeks. “In New York, you were going crazy before you knew where Aaron was” He looks back at Aaron “and while Emily was in the compound you were about to storm the place. It was obvious, at least to me.”

“Thank you for not saying anything.” Aaron says and Dave nods at him.

“Anytime.”

*

It’s another couple of weeks before Emily’s bruises have faded completely, the pain no longer existent, when Derek suggests that they should go out for a drink after work. It would be the first time they’d be out as a couple and Emily knew that even if they all had gotten used to her and Aaron, that seeing them out would be different from at the office.

“You’re sure that you want to go?” He asks just before they walk into the bar, his hand firm in hers. “No pain?”

“No pain.” She kisses him quickly and then drags him inside. She gets a table in the back that’s big enough for the entire team with Spencer and JJ, while the rest go to the bar. A few minutes later they come back and Aaron sits beside her, placing a martini in front of her. His arm comes behind her, lets his warm fingers rub her upper arm and she shivers slightly from the feeling.

They hadn’t had much time together after the compound and Emily was going a little crazy by the lack of him. But he had been away on cases, she had been too sore to do anything, and between that and Aaron having Jack, their time together had been limited. She knew that he noticed, and that he felt the same need as she did.

“Are you cold?” He asks when she shivers again and she shakes her head.

“No.” She still moves a little closer to him and his arm wraps around her and he kisses her temple.

“You guys are disgusting.” Derek says and Emily rolls her eyes.

“Shut up, I’m happy.” She says as she flips him off and then pulls Aaron into a kiss ignoring the grunt from across the table.

As the night goes on, Emily finds herself lusting after her boyfriend, the steady pulse of arousal deep in her stomach ever present. And he knows it, uses it against her as much as possible by grazing teasing fingers across her skin, pressing kisses against that spot on her neck that he knows drive her crazy.

So can anybody really blame her when she excuses herself to go after Aaron who’s gone to the bathroom? Can anybody really say that she shouldn’t push him back inside and lock the door when he opens it? She didn’t think so.

“What are you doing?” He gets out just before she kisses him roughly, her tongue quickly prying his lips open. Her hands move to his belt and Aaron groans, breaking their kiss. “Em, not here.”

“You should have thought of that before teasing me.” She mutters and he grins at the frustration in her voice.

“Baby,” He lifts her chin gently, studies the way her cheeks tint pink, how her eyes are blown black in that familiar way. “no self control.” He gently scolds her but she doesn’t care and attacks his lips again. This time he responds, hands moving to her hips and then under her shirt to spread wide over her lower back. “We have to be fast.”

She nods with a whimper as she continues to work on his belt, the loud clang of metal against porcelain making him laugh. But she doesn’t care, because she can feel him, half-hard already. Her hand moves inside his boxers the second his pants are around his ankles and a punched-out groan rumbles in his throat.

Aaron enjoys her hand around him, his own hands working on her jeans and with some help from her get them down her legs.

“Turn around.” He grunts and she spins in place, coming face to face with herself in the mirror. “Look at you.” His voice is low as he speaks against her ear, eyes on her in their reflection.

“Aaron.” She’s panting, lips parted and skin flushed and she can’t look away from them. He’s looking at her with something wild, any pretense that he didn’t want to do this gone as he rubs the tip of his cock through her holds. “Don’t tease me.” She pleads and he hums.

“Gotta make sure you’re ready, so you can take all of me.” He knows that she is, her slick shining in the dim light and coating the tip of his shaft as he rubs through her. “So wet.” He mumbles, more to himself than anything and then she pushes back against him.

“Oh God, yes.” She sighs at finally feeling the stretch of him, the burn delicious as she pushes back until his hips press against her backside. Her eyes are on his in the mirror, she watches as he swallows hard, shivers from the groan that he muffles against the back of her neck.

“So fucking tight.” He whispers, hands moving to grip her hips tight, wanting to keep her in place as he starts to thrust, pulling almost all the way out before pushing inside of her. “Feel me, feel all of my cock.”

“It’s so good.” She reaches behind her, burying her fingers in his short hair and tugs slightly. His hips snap harder in response. Her lip will be swollen from the way she’s biting down on it to keep her moans down, the hand not in his hair gripping the sink tight.

Aaron feels how her slick walls cling to him, bites down on her shoulder to keep his own groans from being too loud while he keeps his eyes on their reflection. She’s already straining in his hold so he moves one hand from her hip to her neck, wraps his hand around her slim throat and waits until she nods before squeezing.

“Look how pretty you look with my hand as necklace.” He growls in her ear and Emily whines, her hips pushing back desperately against him. “And the best thing is, you’re going to back to that table and drip of me, you’ll feel my hands on you, how I feel inside of you and you’re going to have to sit there, like a good girl, and pretend that I just didn’t fuck you silly in a dirty bathroom.”

“Aaron.” She gasps as her eyes roll back and he releases her. She takes a few breaths, the heat in pit of her stomach spreading and then he squeezes around her throat again. It’s not hard, just enough pressure for her to notice and she’s just barely able to keep her moans down. She lets go of his hair to grip the sink with both hands and starts to move back against him with fervor, chasing her release as he groans behind her.

“That’s it, so good sweetheart.” He lets go of her other him and instead moves his hand between her legs to rub her clit. His fingers are gentle as they circle it and her cries of pleasure were barely held back by his grip hardening around her throat. “It’s like you want us to get caught.” He teases and she chuckles breathlessly, a filthy smile on her face.

“Out of the two of us, you’re the exhibitionist.”

She was right, there was no point denying it so Aaron nodded.

“Maybe another time.” He muttered, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of them doing something like this in public again. But Emily was tightening around him, his own release building by each thrust of his hips, so that was a discussion for another day.

“Don’t stop, fuck I’m getting close.” She grunted, her body tensing as Aaron rubbed her clit faster. It wasn’t long until she was spasming between his body and the sink, her eyes rolling back as she came hard enough for her legs to give out. His grip on her throat loosened, his fingers moving away from her clit as she slumped and he started to fuck into her harder, chasing his own release.

When he came, Emily sighed happily at the heat of him, his groans low against her ear. She was quick to pull her underwear and jeans on once he moved away. They kissed quickly and then Aaron walked to the door.

“See you out there.” He winked and she grinned knowingly. She quickly fixed her hair and clothes and then she walked out too, wordlessly sitting down at the table.

“You were gone a while.” JJ smirked at her, blue eyes moving over her face and upper body quickly.

“There was a line.”

“Huh, interesting. I just came from the bathroom, and there was no line.” Penelope joined in and when Aaron cleared his throat and Emily refused to meet their eyes, the whole table erupted in laughs.

“Jesus Christ.” Derek muttered behind his beer.

“No no, Aaron Hotchner.” She corrected him with a beaming grin.

They got home later than they had thought, went straight to bed and the following day they picked up Jack. They spent the day in the park and Emily got the feeling of family, something unfamiliar to her but something she couldn’t see herself without anymore. Aaron was her future, so was Jack, and she had never thought that just a few months ago she never would have imagined being so happy.

When Aaron wakes up the day after, it’s by the sound of clattering from the kitchen and he groans at the volume. He rolls onto his side to see Emily’s side of the bed empty and then the loud sound of something falling onto the floor and Emily cursing makes him sit up. He finds a note on her pillow and with a soft smile he picks it up.

Making pancakes, if the fire alarm wakes you… It was Jack

#hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss smut #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss smut #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotch x emily #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds smut #aaron x emily #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner smut #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss smut

[dreamylyfe-x]

Your trevor meta is making me realize how weird it is that the writers and cast were so insistent that mickey wasn't coming back, because I don't think theyve ever really known what to do with ian's story without him. They put him in these lukewarm relationships and tell us they're so much better and healthier, but then have ian straight up admit that he still loves mickey and nobody else has made him feel the same way. How do they set that up and then have him go back to trevor? They set up ian moving on with "I'm not that person anymore" and follow up with season 8. It's like okay...who he is now is gay Jesus? Lmao. He's always been the shows forgotten middle child and after they wrote mickey off "for good" they could have taken him in a million directions but they chose one so shitty it basically made cam leave lmao. Sometimes it feels like fan insistence kind of forced mickey back but in actuality, the seasons where he's gone just hammer home that he was always the inevitable end to ian's story. So bizarre how little the showrunners understand their own story sometimes.

Ok. I’m going to be a little more Doylist here than I usually am, because we’re talking about what the writers are thinking. And I’m also going to take this opportunity to share this fascinating article from the AV Club in 2016: When Fan Engagement Goes Wrong. Everyone beware, it contains significant spoilers for The 100. But it’s also largely about Gallavich, the fact that online promotion of Shameless leaned hard into the popularity of the couple, and were up against it when Noel left. I’ll quote: 

“[Supervising Producer Shelia] Callaghan’s choice to be honest and straightforward when engaging with fans is admirable, and yet also on some level futile. She can’t tell them exactly why Fisher chose to leave, she is (logically) unwilling to spoil future storylines outright, and she can only speak her own mind as part of a collaborative process over which she holds only some influence. So while many fans respect her effort to maintain the connection to this now marginalized community, others attack, reinforcing that attempting to manage these situations is a full-time job that no one has been properly trained for.” 

This article links some tweets and the one I find the most interesting is this one:

“But the actor left.  So...what to do? Have them just break up?? Felt way less true to me than a forced separation!” 

That tweet is from Krista Vernoff, who wanted to convey that they tried really hard to come up with what they do with Ian now that he’d lost Mickey. And I’m sure they did try really hard. And.... People hated it. Mostly. 

Here’s what I think, based on what I’ve read and the interviews I’ve seen, on deleted tweets and Tumblr rumours and YouTube clips: The show didn’t want Mickey to leave the canvas. At all. Noel wanted more money. The show could not come up with both that money and the money they needed for everyone else. The show let him go. And hoped they could solve the creative problem their budgetary problem had dumped in their lap. 

I actually think Ian’s story in season six is decent. I miss Mickey, of course. I find the last scene with him really painful -- but it’s not painful because the show is trying to diminish him. They write and then cut together a scene where Mickey is DEMONSTRATIVELY still deeply in love with Ian. He’s carved his name in his chest. He is looking at Ian like he’s the most beautiful creature ever given breath. And Ian can barely meet his gaze. They tell us Mickey is being sent away for 16 years but when we see the last of Mickey Milkovich in season six I think “God, this is so sad. They love each other so much and this is so fucked up.” 

I do NOT think “We are NEVER EVER EVER getting back together.” 

The show always knew what it had with Ian and Mickey. They leaned into it promotionally. They gave meaty storylines to the characters, particularly given that Ian was the fourth lead on a family dramedy built around six children. John Wells replaced Aaron Sorkin on The West Wing. He knows how hard it is to follow a phenomenon. 

The more I think about it, honestly? I don’t think they tried. I think they knew that they couldn’t bring in Mickey Milkovich, the sequel in season six, so they brought in Caleb. And maybe they meant for him to be a LITTLE more viable than he was... but I think there’s a pretty good chance they were just throwing something at the wall to see if it stuck, while being fully aware that the important storyline in season six was getting Ian from despair to a fulfilling career. Caleb was just there as a catalyst. 

Season seven if more interesting, because Trevor is brought on and it’s very much... “Hey, let’s do something new. Let’s bring on a transmasc character and put him into a relationship with Ian and explore those complications.” 

“Great! Put it up on the board!” 

“Also. Let’s call Noel Fisher’s people and see what we can work out because we can do better with Mickey’s send off and people are yelling at me on the street about it.” 

Quite honestly, these are not equal tasks for his writer’s room. You have one story -- Create a whole ass new character. The only thing we know is that he’s trans. Figure out the romance from there. You have six episodes to get them together as an established couple. 

Then: Bring back the well-established and beloved character for an epic romantic two-episode arc where he reunites with his true love and they run away together and then ultimately realize it cannot be, and say goodbye and it all feels like I Will Always Love You should be playing in the background. They actors worked together for five years. They have a great professional partnership. They like working together. They have a ton of history so there’s lots of juicy subtext. The longing and sexual tension comes pre-established. See what you can do. 

HOW do you make both those things work out so that they are equal? You need lightening to strike. And that already happened on How I Met Your Mother. They squandered their good luck and now there is none left for Shameless. I do not disparage Elliot Fletcher at all when I say that for Trevor and Ian to really work he’d have had to have come with scorching chemistry with Cam, rich material that really gave them a good opportunity to build rapport between the characters, and A wizard standing by to cast spells in the wings. They had SIX episodes, a pretty average connection between the actors, and the “these are the LGBTQ+ people in your neighbourhood” scene. 

I just can’t believe that someone with as many years of TV writing under his belt as John Wells has expected that to work. He hoped the Trevor story might be good, and was certainly going to break some ground in terms of telling trans stories. And the Mickey story was going to be the highlight, because he knew people wanted it and he also knew that they’d had something pretty special to start with. Which is why people were yelling at him at Comic-Con. I DO think he hoped it might placate fans a bit. But... he wasn’t going to completely close the door on Mickey this time, either. 

So... I don’t really think the show every intended to write Mickey off “for good”. I think they wrote him off “for now, and we’ll see what happens...” -- and they did that with Karen, Shelia, Jody, Steve and Fiona, too. They only brought a few of those people back... They brought Mickey back three times. They ended Gallavich FOUR times. Noel is in ever season except eight. I don’t think they wanted Mickey gone -- but I KNOW the fans also made it pretty hard for them not to know his value, so absolutely I think that played a role. But when you create something people love and you get that lightening in a bottle like they did with this story, I think writers are always going to be excited to get that back. They like praise! They like people to be excited about their show. And Gallavich was always one of the things that got people excited about Shameless. 

I think they also wanted Gay Jesus to be a great story. But that’s why the lightening in the bottle is so valuable. You can’t just get it anywhere. 

#asks #I hope this answered the question #I am honestly so interested in the behind-the-scenes efforts to make season 7 work #and I do think they wanted Gay Jesus to be a great story #and instead... Cam quit #because no #writing is hard #shameless season 7 #shameless season 6 #shameless season 8 #shameless without mickey #thanks for asking! #God I hope that was an answer #Gallavich meta

[free--therapy]

How to Stop Negative Thoughts

Automatic negative thoughts influence emotions and distort our perception of reality in a negative way. These thoughts are difficult to recognize because they are fleeting and habitual.

Negative thoughts can make us feel agitated, anxious, be less productive, cause harm to our relationships, or cause psychological damage.

There is a simple way to overcome negative automatic thinking by challenging and reframing the thoughts in a positive way.

Understanding Automatic Negative Thoughts

Most of our thoughts occur automatically. This is good for doing daily general tasks such as brushing your teeth, eating a meal, getting dressed.

However, it can be a bad thing because it is habitual and automatic since we do not pay much attention to it.

It is important to understand how automatic negative thoughts occur and how they affect us so we can be prepared to challenge them.

What Are Automatic Negative Thoughts

Automatic Negative Thoughts (ANTs) are negative beliefs that occur habitually. They are involuntary responses to certain situations that are based on core beliefs you hold about yourself, others, or the world.

ANTs can lead to self-doubt, anger, irritability, depression, and anxiety. They have a strong influence on our mood and the difference between accepting or ignoring them will impact how happy our lives could be.

You cannot directly control these automatic thoughts. But you can indirectly alter your beliefs in a positive way.

It is important to recognize that all automatic negative thoughts are:

Always negative

Makes you feel bad about yourself

Self-sabotaging and tend to stop you from helping yourself

Uninvited and judging you when you least expect it

Believable because you are stuck in a negative thinking trap

Biased because you are experiencing a distorted perception of reality

Aaron Beck’s Cognitive Triad

The automatic negative thoughts are categorized into three perspectives of one’s belief. This was first proposed by Aaron Beck in 1976 and is known as the Negative Triad.

The triad involves automatic, uncontrollable negative thoughts about:

One’s Self: “I’m worthless and hate myself”

The World or Environment: “Why does no one care about me”

The Future: “Thing’s will never get better”

Why Do I Have Negative Thoughts

It is completely normal to experience both positive and negative thoughts daily. So you can stop worrying, it’s okay to have negative thoughts.

Negative thoughts are an evolutionary trait to help keep you safe. It is meant to identify threats, learn from mistakes, and solve problems.

90% of all thoughts are repetitive. And if you repeat something often enough, it creates a neural pathway in the brain. So if your negative thoughts get repeated enough, they become habitual.

Effects of Negative Thinking

Negative thinking is normal and is there to keep you safe. However, when you have a negative experience, your brain will remember it.

The next time you have a similar experience, your brain triggers a response thinking it is being threatened. This negative response is what makes you feel agitated, angry, depressed, or even anxious.

It can trigger a downward spiral which leads to a cycle of negative thoughts, emotions, and unhelpful behaviors. Thankfully, there is a simple 6 step process for challenging automatic negative thoughts.

How to Stop Negative Thinking in 6 Steps

Negative Automatic Thoughts affect many of us due to our habitual tendency towards irrational thinking patterns.

This Cognitive Behavioral Therapy technique can be achieved in 6 steps by reframing negative thoughts and over time your thoughts will be replaced with more rational thinking.

Recognize and Isolate the Thought

Write Down the Thought

Identify the Distress Level

Identify the Cognitive Distortion

Challenge & Reframe Your Thoughts

Reevaluate the Distress Level

1. Recognize and Isolate the Thought

Recognizing that you are experiencing a thinking error is a very important first step. This provides an awareness that allows you an opportunity to challenge and refute those thoughts.

When you experience an automatic negative thought:

pause for a moment

try and recognize what you are thinking isn’t quite right

isolate and focus on that irrational thought

recognize how it makes you feel

Try to separate the thought from who you are. Think about what you are thinking about. Once you have an external view of your thought you have an opportunity to try to refute it.

This is known as Metacognition and occurs when your brain realizes, “Wait my thinking isn’t quite right.” It is a deeper level of thinking that allows you to think about what you are thinking.

This awareness provides an opportunity to allow you to understand, adapt, change, control, and use your thought process in a positive and healthy way.

2. Write Down Your Thought

Writing down your though might seem like a really simple step. But it is much more complex and beneficial than you realize.

When you are experiencing an automatic negative thought, it can be difficult to pull yourself out of the thinking trap and write down what you are thinking about.

Writing your thought enables you to have that higher level of thinking because you have to focus and think about what the thought was really about. This is again the metacognition mentioned previously.

Writing helps you process your thoughts and emotions by:

clearing your thoughts and unloading all your emotions

giving you clarity and focus to process your feelings

creating positive self-dialogue with your mind

reducing stress and increases gratitude

When you are finished writing you will feel a sense a relief that your mind has been emptied of that clutter. This will give you a sense of a clearer picture of what really happened because your mind can use that free space to focus.

3. Identify the Distress Level

Identify the distress level your automatic thoughts make you feel. This will help rank the severity the negative thought is causing you.

The distress level is ranked between 0 and 10. Zero meaning you are calm and peaceful with no distress at all. Ten means that the distress is at its extreme and is paralyzing.

Rank the distress level based on how you feel; consider your emotions and any physical distress you may experience.

4. Identify the Cognitive Distortion

Cognitive distortions are common thinking patterns that influence irrational negative thoughts and feelings. These negative thinking traps cause a distorted perception of reality in an inaccurate way.

There are 15 common cognitive distortions that most people will experience. These styles of distorted thinking influence our thoughts in different ways.

Go through the list of cognitive distortions and identify the one that applies to your negative automatic thought. I recommend printing out a copy so you have it ready when you need it.

If you have difficulty identifying the correct one, here are examples of each cognitive distortion to help you better understand them.

5. Challenge & Reframe Negative Thinking

Challenging cognitive distortions can be accomplished by evaluating the evidence, focusing on positive thoughts, and avoid thinking in extremes.

Each of the distorted thinking styles requires a unique solution to overcome negative thinking.

You can overcome negative thoughts by:

Challenging and refuting negative thoughts

Modifying our language and internal dialogue

Replacing negative distortions with positive healthy thoughts

Writing down the more reasonable reframed thought

How to challenge each of the cognitive distortions is explained below. Examples of reframing negative thoughts for each distortion is provided. This will help you understand how to reframe your negative thoughts.

6. Reevaluate the Distress Level

After you have challenged and reframed the distorted thought, reevaluate the distress level to see if this exercise has helped.

If your distress level has decreased and you are feeling better emotionally and physically after the exercise, then you have successfully altered your negative thought.

If you don’t feel like your distorted thought has been corrected you can repeat the exercise again.

You may not always be able to correct your thinking, but with practice, you will be able to automatically recognize the negative thinking traps while altering your mindset from negative to positive.

Print out a free copy of the worksheet at the end of the article and start challenging your automatic negative thinking!

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