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blue skies

chapter: three

note: 5x11 5x13

despite what others may believe, aaron wasn’t the type to get angry so easily. it took a lot of will power to get under his skin.

the man had to have thick skin being a prosecutor and looking sadistic killers in the eye. he learned to control his temper at a very young age. having the parents that he had, the man had no choice.

knowing what he knows now, knowing he had a daughter out there, his own flesh and blood, a little girl who grew up without him for three years, he was livid.

how could she not tell him? how long had she known? why would she keep it a secret for three fucking years?!

aaron had another kid. a precious little girl out there that was half him. jack had a baby sister. god, jack was a big brother!

aaron asked penelope to send any photos on file of his daughter. he knew yn had socials. despite his protest on her keeping them, she still lived her life on social media. aaron just wanted her to be safe. he knows what kind of crazy psychopaths were out there. he knew they could do anything with the blurriest photos. its why he didn’t have social media himself.

knowing her, she’d probably posted one or two photos of their kid on instagram. he had to see what she looked like.

when he did his breath hitched. she was beautiful. his little girl looked so much like him. she had his nose, his eyes, her hair was dark just likes his. she definitely had yn smile though. she was his little girl.

aaron didn’t know what he’d say when he meets her. what would be appropriate? “sorry it took me so long to find you, baby. daddy didn’t know you existed.”

he had no clue. but he promises himself right there, he’s gonna make it right to her. she deserves her father in her life.

when he arrived to texas he rents a car and drives to the address garcia sent him. once he arrives at the apartment buildings, he walks around until he finds hers. he knocks on the door and patiently waits for someone to open the door.

you just arrived home from a long day at work. the only thing you wanted was the relax with your daughter and forget about the horrible day you had.

you send your babysitter on her way after paying her. you and jane play with elizabeth while she continues to play with her toys when you hear a knock on the door.

“must be sara. she probably forgot something, again.” you giggle before getting up to open the door. your eyes widened when you see who it was. you step in the hallway and closed the door behind you.

“aaron?!”

aaron gives you a blank look. you hated when he stared at you like that. almost as if you weren’t there. you knew he was upset when he looked at you like that.

“what are you doing here? how did you find me?”

“im an fbi agent, yn! i have connections. the real question is, when were you gonna tell me about our daughter?!”

your heart felt like it was gonna rip out of your chest. of course he’d find out before you had the opportunity to tell him yourself.

you stood there and cross your arms over yourself protectively. something you’ve done since you were a child.

“aar,”

“you hid this from me yn. three years! three years of me missing every milestone my daughter went through! crawling, her first words, first steps, her first tooth, all of it, yn! how dare you,”

“i tried!”

aaron stops. he looks at you waiting for you to continue.

“i tried, aaron! the night i gave birth to lizzy, i called you! it was the same night i found out i was blocked. you don’t get to be angry at me for keeping our daughter a secret. you left us aaron. you left us behind while i raised that little girl all by myself. do not make me look like the bad guy when you made the choice of cutting me out of your life!”

you tried to keep it together. you didn’t need aaron to see you fall apart. you wiped the single tear drop that fell from your eye.

aaron looks at you with those sad eyes he used to whenever you’d tell him the horrendous stories of your childhood. he runs his fingers through his hair and sighs.

“i—you’re right. i cut you out and im sorry. I’m mad at myself and taking it out on you. i just—i just lost haley and suddenly gained a daughter all in less than a week.” he shrugs his shoulders.

you completely understand. it had to be a lot of information to have in such a short time. you felt bad for aaron. you nod your head slowly.

“she knows about you. of you anyway. she thinks you’re a real life superhero.”

aaron smiles at that. you knew he didn’t feel much like anyone’s hero. but you knew that his son and lizzy thought otherwise made him feel special. you would do anything in your power to keep it that way.

“can i—when can i meet her?”

you give him a sympathetic looks.

“aar, i want to, i do, but how can i trust you? having my heart broken was enough. i won’t let you break lizzy’s heart. you have to be sure this is what you want. you have to be sure you want to be her father. if not, if you can’t bring yourself to be her dad, be in her life for the rest of it, you might as well leave. i won’t let you hurt my baby.”

aaron nods understanding. you knew he’d do the same if the roles were reversed.

“i promise.”

yn nods her head.

“i was suppose to work tomorrow. i still have vacation time so ill take off. you remember the cafe we use to go to?”

“yeah.”

“there is a park across the street. you can meet us there, alright?”

after giving him a good time to meet he left and you walked right back inside. jane stood right in front of you with her arms crossed and one of her infamous cold glares. you looked to see that your daughter wasn’t where she was when you left. you knew it was normally the time she took a nap. when you walked in the kitchen you poured yourself a cup of wine. jane walks right behind you.

“please don’t start, jane.”

“he doesn’t deserve to meet her, yn. he deserves nothing!”

“aaron is her father, jane.”

“who left before he knew she existed. yn, come on, you know im right. how could you let that man meet lizzy?”

you simply roll your eyes. you knew she would never forgive aaron. it wasn’t up to her to forgive. you knew in the end aaron deserved to be in lizzy’s life no matter what you thought about him. even if you hated aaron, which you didn’t, no one could tell you what to do with the child you shared with him.

jane was your best friend. Has been since the moment you met her on the streets. the two of you had similar stories. you loved her like a sister. when she found out you were pregnant and aaron had left you, she was there to help raise elizabeth with you. you will forever be grateful for her! but you told her the if its any moment in your lives where aaron comes back or tires to contact you, you’d introduce him to his daughter. she should have known you would never change your mind.

“jane, i love you. you know that right?”

she nods her head. “good, because what im about to tell you might piss you off. its none of your business what i do when it comes to my kid. what i think is best for her is my decision because she’s my daughter. i am so grateful that for the past few years you have helped me with lizzy. i will forever love and cherish you for that! but in the beginning i told you that if aaron were to come back, she will know who her father is and he will help raise her with me. this doesn’t mean that you arent a huge part of lizzy’s life, but her other parent is still alive and well and wants to know his daughter. I have to give him the opportunity to be lizzy’s dad. you understand that right? please tell me you understand?”

your best friend simply shakes her head angrily. “i don’t, yn. i will never understand why you’re giving aaron another chance.” she states before walking away and slamming the door to her bedroom. you sigh before going to your own bedroom.

about twenty minutes go by and you hear the front door open and closed. you knew it was jane leaving to go blow off some steam. you start crying. you felt like you were letting everyone down. you didn’t know what you could do to fix your relationship with your best friend.

most importantly you didn’t know what to tell your daughter tomorrow. do you just blurt it our. tell her that the man in front of you was her father? should you lie? tell her he was a good friend of yours? should you find something in between. maybe tell her he was an old family friend, maybe call him her uncle hotch? you didn’t know.

suddenly you feel arms wrapped around you.

“mamma, crying. why?”

you look your daughter in the eyes as she wipes away your tears. “im sorry, bug. mamma’s just a little emotional.”

“don’t cry, mamma. don’t like when you sad.”

you kiss the top of her head. “mamma will stop. she feels so much better when you’re around. always making her smile.”

lizzy kisses your cheek. just how you do whenever she cries.

the rest of the night you spent with your daughter. you watched a little tv, played an educational game, fed her, read her a book, and finally put her to bed. when you went to sleep yourself, after a much needed shower, you hear a small knock on your bedroom door. when you opened it you see jane.

“im sorry, yn. you’re right. Its none of my business what you decide is best for lizzy. i just, i don’t wanna see either of you get hurt. it took so long to get you back on your feet when that asshole left. i don’t want him to do that to you again or to my favorite little lizard.” she explains. you nod your head before hugging her tightly.

“i know you’re upset. i promise you, if he fucks this up, i will not forgive him and will do everything in my power to protect my daughter. she comes first in my life, always!” you state. jane nods her head happily with that answer.

“i should probably get some sleep. ill see you tomorrow.”

when you were alone again you finish up the last chapter of your book before drifting off to sleep.

aaron parks his car and waits patiently for yn to arrive, he was completely nervous. he didn’t know what to expect. he was a new father once again. aaron remembered this feeling when he found out that haley had been pregnant with jack.he had nine months to prepare for jacks arrive. nine months to figure out how to be a father to a human being. when finding out that jack was a boy, he had nine months to prepare to care for his son. now being a dad to a little girl, a three year old girl at that, he had less than twenty four hours to be a dad to his daughter.

he takes a deep breath before seeing yn and his little girl walk over to him. he smiles as they get closer. once they were close enough he gets out of the car. his daughter looks at his confused. she looks back over to her mom before whispering.

“whos this, mamma?” she asked in her adorable little voice.

“this is my friend, aaron. say hi, bug.”

the little girl buries her head into her mothers shoulder shyly.

“its okay, bug, aaron is friendly. he won’t hurt you.”

she looks back at aaron. she gives him a shy smile. aaron heart pounds. she was the cutest. she looks a lot like jack did when he was her age.

“hi.” she responds.

“hi! my name is aaron,”

“awen?”

“thats right, bug. he’s gonna play with us at the park. is that okay,baby?”

lizzy nods her head. the three of you walk to the park. aaron played with her for the next thirty minutes. he was getting to know more and more about the little girl.

like the fact that she liked the color blue. “mamma says blue are for girls and boys.”

she was a big fan of pixar movies. “i love toy stowy and cars oh, and finding nemo! but my favorite is the mownster movie.” he knew she meant monsters inc.

she hated strawberries but loved strawberry ice cream. “mamma hates strawberries too, awen. she says they icky.”

when aaron got a bit tired he told his daughter he’d be back. he walks over to where yn was. she was currently reading a book. aaron sits beside her.

“tired already?”

aaron nods his head. he stares at her for a minute before she sets her book down and looks at him. “problem?”

“i just–i cant believe you took care of her for three years. i–i can! just feels like i missed so much. i did miss so much. im sorry, yn! If i would have known or even suspected you were carrying all of this on your own, i wouldn’t have left. you and haley deserved so much better. you both took on the responsibility of raising my children without me.” aaron shakes his head in disappoint. he should have been there. even if that meant not being with yn. he should have never blocked her number to begin with. allowing her to contact him when she needed him. when she was carrying his baby. especially with knowing her story. knowing what she went through in the past, knowing she’s been abandoned before, knowing she’s been knocked down, knowing she’s been lost. aaron truly felt like a failure.

yn shakes her head and grabs his hand. “you’re here right now, aar. you could have found out this piece of information and decided you wanted nothing to do with me or lizzy. Instead, however you found out, you still decided to come to us. that’s what matters.”

aaron nods his head. they stay silent as they watch their daughter. she was now playing in the sandbox. aaron smiles lovingly. he looks over at yn once again. the sight was beautiful. the only thing missing was jack. if jack was here he’d feel like a family. suddenly he felt guilty. he shouldn’t be imagining this right now. he shouldn’t be thinking about his life with yn. not in this moment. he just buried haley! he should be focus on building a relationship with his kid. thats whats important.

“i want to be able to see her more, yn. i will do everything i can to see my little girl. i won’t miss anything else!”

she nods her head. “we can talk about when you’re free to visit. i can make sure both of our schedules are aligned. but, i don’t want her knowing who you are just yet, aar. baby steps, okay?”

aaron simply nods before he walks back over to his daughter and helps her build a sandcastle.

after three nights of being in texas, aaron had to head back home. yn made a promise to keep him updated on anything that happens with lizzy. he wasn’t gonna miss anything in elizabeth’s life ever again.

his first day back at work was a rollercoaster ride. a ex con, dan strader kidnapped his daughter as a ploy to get an uncover cop to commit a series of crimes after stealing the man’s family.

once he closed the case and they arrived back home he called penelope to his office.

“shut the door, please?”

penelope does as told before standing nervously by the door.

“you can relax, garcia. you’re not in any trouble.”

garcia lets out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

“i just want to thank you for keeping my secret. i know it’s a lot for you, but i appreciate it.”

“of course, sir.”

“that being said, i need you to keep it, penelope. it’s crucial that this stays between us.”

“oh.”

“is that a problem?”

“no, sir. well, yeah, kinda! you know how i am with keeping secrets. it’s why it’s a rule not to tell me any christmas gifts the teams got each other.”

aaron gestures to the seat. penelope sits down across from her stoic boss.

“penelope, i lost someone from an evil man. these people, knowing about jack scares me everyday. my son doesn’t deserve to be targeted because of me. i will do whatever it takes to keep him safe knowing what’s out there. i need people to know little about me and this team as possible. that includes everything in our private lives. this—penelope i can’t lose her, jack or my daughter. i won’t recover from that. i just—i won’t.” aaron voice breaks at the thought.

penelope nods understandably.

“your secrets safe with me, hotch. i—i will do everything in my power to keep it to myself. even if i have to super glue my mouth.”

aaron gives her one of his winning smiles he rarely pulls out. “that won’t be necessary, garcia. thank you!”

penelope nods her head before getting up and walking towards the door. she grabs the knob before stopping and turning back around.

“for what it’s worth, sir, she’s really beautiful. yn and your daughter.”

“thank you.” aaron whispers before he gets back to his paperwork and penelope leaves.

“she says she misses you. she asked when you’re coming back.” you state over the phone.

it’s been two months since aaron found out about lizzy. he came to visit a few times. lizzy really enjoyed whenever he was around. you’ve never seen her smile so widely.

last time when he visited lizzy cried. the only way you got her to calm down was to call aaron. he promised that he’d be back before she knows it.

you still haven’t told lizzy aaron was her father. you weren’t quite there yet.

“i miss her too. i hate being away from her. have you thought about the conversation we had?”

you bite the bottom of your lip. aaron had asked you if you’d ever consider to move to washington. you knew what he meant by that. aaron wasn’t asking just to be closer to lizzy. he was asking so you’ll be closer to each other. potentially getting back together. even if it’s in the far future.

you wanted to, you truly did, but you weren’t one sure you wanted to move your kid a few miles away this young.

“im still thinking, aar. it’s not as simple as you think. my whole life’s here.”

“hone—yn, i just want my family together. is there anything i can do or say to change your mind?”

“you’re just gonna have to let me think things through, aar.”

you hear his sigh through the phone. “im sorry. im rushing you. i just wished i could see lizzy whenever.”

“i know. i promise that once i have everything figure out you will be the first one to know.”

“thank you. i should go. i think we might have another case. ill call you back later tonight.”

you smiled before ending the call and getting back to making your daughter lunch.

aaron looks at jj before she speaks.

“sorry, hotch. is this a bad time?”

“no, its fine. what’s going on jj?”

aaron noticed the look of despair on her face. normally when jj gets nervous its a case that affects her in a personal light.

jj tells him about a potential case in wyoming. two teenagers were found hanging in their bedroom in the same rural county. aaron didn’t know if it was a case but he wasn’t gonna take the risk of it being something bigger.

after presenting the case to the team they took the jet and headed straight to wyoming. once they arrived they got to work immediately. the whole team trying to determine if it was homicides or suicides.

once they figured out it was definitely homicides they start to investigate further. aaron was in the middle of watching derek and spencer interview their main suspect when his phone rings. he looks at the caller id and sees its yn calling.

he sent her straight to voicemail. he focused back on the case, leaving her a message before turning his phone off and giving his attention back to the case.

after they solved the case, aaron and the team went back on the jet and were on their way back home. aaron turns his phone back on and instantly get many notifications from yn. he reads her text and begins to panic. he walks away from the team and calls her back immediately.

“i just got your message. im sorry, i was working. i turned off my phone. is she alright?”

“she broke her arm, aar. she’s in a cast.”

aaron runs his hands through his hair. “im flying there! as soon as i get off—”

“that’s not necessary, aaron.”

“she’s hurt, yn. i should be there!”

“what about jack?”

aaron knew she was being reasonable. he just felt guilty for not being there. he should be there now.

“ill bring him with.”

“aar,”

“please don’t fight be on this, yn? i wanna be there. i told you im not missing anything else from her life. the good or bad.”

she sighs. “okay. just—let me know when you’re on the plane, okay?”

“yeah. is she asleep?”

“no. she’s laying beside me. do you wanna talk to her?”

“may i?”

aaron hears some static before hearing his little girls voice. “awen?”

“hi, lizzy. i heard you got hurt?”

“yeah. owchy.” she sniffles.

“im sorry, sweetheart. im sure you’ll get better soon.”

“when you coming back, awen. miss you.”

aaron’s heart breaks. he feels the same way whenever jack tells him he missed him. it hurts him every time. but he’d do whatever it takes to put these evil murders behind bars to make it a little safer for his children.

“how ‘bout i come over in the morning?”

“yeah?! pwomise?”

aaron smiles. “i promise.”

“okay! love ya, awen!”

now his heart pounds happily. “i love you too, sweetie. can you give the phone back to mamma?”

aaron hears static once more before hearing yn voice. “hey. you made her happy again. thank you.”

“im her dad. ill always try and make her happy. her and her mom.” aaron whispers the last part. he knew she heard. he could tell she’s now smiling herself.

“we’ll see you soon, okay?”

“okay. bye.” aaron ends the call with a small smirk. dave walks over to him with a glass of scotch.

“who is she?”

“what?”

“come on, aaron! ive known you for decades. i can tell when you’re smitten. that’s the same look i saw on your face a few years ago when you were seeing that—what was her name? yn?”

aaron looks at dave and he caught on quickly.

“ah. since when?”

“a month. but we’re not—we’re not back together.”

“yet.” dave smirks as he takes a sip of his scotch.

aaron looks around to make sure no one was listening. when he saw spencer and emily playing poker, derek listening this his music, and jj and penelope talking he gets back to talking to dave.

“it’s complicated.”

“how so?”

aaron sighs. “after we broke up i made the mistake of blocking her number,”

“i get it. you were still freshly divorced and jack was barely a year old. you still had faith in getting your family back together. im sure she understands that.”

“dave, i just lost haley.”

dave nods understandably.

“but that’s not even the biggest problem. she—she was pregnant when i left her, dave. i have another kid. a daughter.”

“wow. does jack know he has a sister?”

aaron shakes his head. “he just lost his mom. she doesn’t even know im her dad, yet. yn isn’t ready to tell her. it’s fine, you know? i just don’t wanna miss anything else, dave. ive already missed three years. i refuse to miss anymore.”

“you shouldn’t. but she lives in texas right?”

aaron sighs before nodding. “yeah. i asked her to move to washington. she’s considering it.”

“that’s a big step?”

“is it?”

“aaron, this isn’t some woman. look, i know you loved haley. a part of you will forever love haley. but we both know that relationship you had with her died a long time ago. you tried to convince yourself that it could still work after the divorce because she was the mother of your only child at the time. truth is you fell in love with this yn woman. and honestly, i don’t think you’ve ever stopped. and now that you have a kid with her, you want to make it work, be a family. you both may need time. with haley’s passing still fresh and her trying to trust you again, its still something you want. im sure its still something she wants to. the fact that she’s even considering moving a thousand miles to be closer to you tells me she’s wouldn’t be moving just for your daughter, but because she knows its a chance of you getting back together.” dave finished.

“i do still love her, dave. never stopped. i just feel completely guilty for feeling this way about anyone other than haley.”

“you don’t need to rush this, aaron.”

aaron nods. he’s glad he has a friend like dave. one to help him navigate his life.

“so, what’s my god daughters name? gotta start a trust fund for her.”

aaron smiles. “elizabeth.”

“got any photos?”

“only tens of thousands. since finding out yn sends me one or two every day. plus the few ive taken.” aaron states while he opens his cellphone and hands it to dave.

“she’s adorable, aaron. looks like you!”

“she does, doesn’t she?” aaron smiles.

for the rest of the ride back home aaron tried to get some sleep. preparing himself for another flight.

when aaron arrived lizzy was taking a nap. he was holding a sleeping jack in his arms. you let them in.

“you can set him down on the couch if you like.”

aaron nods his head before he sets him down. “is she asleep?”

you simply nod your head. “sorry? you missed her by five minutes.”

“it’s alright.”

you walk into the kitchen. “do you want anything to drink?”

“a water would be nice, thank you.”

you simply nod your head before handing him a bottle of water.

“how is she?”

“as good as she can be. she’s still a bit emotional. i had to tell her we couldn’t go to the park for awhile. that made her cry more.”

aaron nods.

“but she remembered you were on your way. she stood by the door for a good ten minutes before i told her it’ll be awhile before you got here. she kept saying she needed to stay for her best friend aaron.” you smiled at that knowledgement.

aaron smiles at that. you loved that smile more than anything. it’s why what you’re about to tell him made you feel happy. it was a difficult decision but you knew it was the right one. jane on the other hand was upset but she knew in the end you were right.

“aar, i—i thought really hard about what we spoke about a few days ago. i—it was hard for me to decide this. i didnt wanna uproot lizzy’s life at at such a young age. but she needs you around more. and after her arm broke she cried for you as well. our kid, she’s pretty smart. i think—i think deep down she knows you’re her dad. it’s why she has this deep attachment to you already. you’re so important to her. you’re—you’re important to me too.”

“does this mean you’re gonna move to washington?”

“yes. with jane and i’s credentials, we already have so many offices wanting to hire us in washington. we’ll be flying out there in two weeks for our interviews and hopefully we each get one of the secretary jobs. if we do we’ll move as soon as we find a place.”

aaron smiles the biggest you’ve seen him smile. he walks over to you and hug you tightly. “thank you, yn. this—this means a lot.” he states before pulling away. you were inches away from your lips touching until you cleaned your throat.

you weren’t ready yet. and you highly doubt aaron was either.

“sorry.”

“it’s fine.” you simply shake your head before speaking again. “does jack know?”

aaron shakes his head. “i—i figured we should tell them around the same time. jack doesn’t need to know just yet.”

you nod understandably. you were relieved he hadn’t told jack yet. you wanted lizzy to know before jack. that way jack won’t accidentally spill it to lizzy.

“daddy?” aaron walks over to his son.

“hey, buddy. how was your nap?”

“good. where are we?”

“um—we’re at a friends house. jack, this is yn. yn, this is my son jack.”

you wanted to meet aarons son for the longest. he looks so much like aaron. you bend down to his height before shaking his hand.

“hi, jack! im your dads friend. ive heard so much about you!”

“really?”

“mhm. heard you liked legos. is that true?” jack nods his head.

“well, you’re in luck! i happen to have a ton of legos. my daughter loves playing with them too. wanna help build a firehouse?”

jack eyes widened. he turns to his dad with the most adorable bug eyes. it must be a genetic trait jack and lizzy get from aaron.

“can i, daddy?”

“absolutely, buddy! come on.”

you knew lizzy would be up soon. you walk into her room and seen her sit up. she rubs her eyes slowly.

“momma?”

“look who’s here, baby?!”

lizzy opens her eyes wider and smiles when she sees aaron. you looked over at him seeing him frown at her sky blue cask.

“awen!” she jumps out of bed and hugs him after he picks her up.

“careful, sweetie. don’t wanna hurt yourself more.”

“miss you, awen.”

“i miss you as well.”

“who’s this daddy?”

“jack, this is yn daughter lizzy.”

“hi, im jack!”

lizzy looks at you shyly. “it’s okay, bug. jack is aaron’s son.”

lizzy gasped. “weally?!”

aaron laughs. “yeah!”

“hi, jack. i lizzy! your daddy very nice! he my fwiend. wight awen?”

“that’s right, sweetie.”

“daddy, cool!” jack states matter of factly.

“i was thinking we could build the lego firehouse mamma just bought. how’s that sound?”

“yeah, mamma! awen and jack help too?”

“absolutely, bug!”

lizzy claps her hands. aaron sets her down before the four of you start playing with the legos. if this was what life was gonna be like forever you could definitely get use to this.

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sinnaminttoast · 11 months ago

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We got a balance update and I’m here to give you my nonsensical commentary/thoughts on it

Oh boy am I ready/nervous for what awaits me in this video.

Will I have a nervous breakdown about the possibilities of what this video will contain? Maybe, but you’ll never know.

Anyways…onto my thoughts

Oh??? So smartass is gonna be caught up on what’s going on. Alright…I mean I think we only ever had Geordi’s reaction to magic so this’ll be interesting.

SMARTASS REMEMBERING THE CARDS THING 😭😭 oh they are…let me date smartass plzzz

LMAOOO OH THEY REALLY GAGGED HIM 🤭

Smartass just already knowing magic exists “like yeah…I know people with cool powers exist. So what?”

Yo if I was smartass and someone told me “this involves kidnapping and conspiracy..”

I’M…I’m not mentally equipped for this one Aar bear 😁✌️

Elliot and Smartass are both of my brain cells theorizing about what the fuck is going on.

Someone strong enough to sneak in and sneak out you say??? 🤨

I think I know of a STRONG stealth who can SNEAK around…👀

Not Asher catching strays for no reason. PAPERWORK IS UGLY OKAY?? I understand him.

“Or maybe he just got better at hiding it.” OKAY! Alright! That line right there….WOW OKAY! Let’s not even open that one because as someone who is anxious…😬 oh it’s rough. Let’s just say that line hit a little too close to home.

Okay me and Elliott can be anxiety buddies…

I know I can be unserious but let’s be serious for a sec.

It’s actually so amazing how Erik makes sure we remember how awful the tragedy of the inversion was. Yeah sure we had the inversion videos to guide us through it but even now Erik makes sure we know that it still affected people outside of those characters.

That it left the department in disarray and with people feeling completely lost about what had happened.

Was not expecting to hear a southern accent but I’m not mad.

I want to know how the department has been dealing with Closeknit …CAUSE NO SERIOUSLY! They literally just kidnapped someone 😭

Oh wow…I didn’t know you…okay mysterious agent tell us your violent fantasies of what you’d like to do with Close Knit.

EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED?! 😦

Oh wow!

Elliott is gonna be sick y’all.

“I can’t lose them Aaron.”

So does Erik want me to jump off the edge rn?? /J

“They were so scared… in the dream. I tried to tell them what they had to do to fight it. I tried to help…but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything. I’m supposed to be able to protect them. Dreams are the one thing I’m good at. The one thing I know better than anything else…and I couldn’t help them.”

Send the flood. I’m being so serious.

ELLIE AND SUNSHINE I’LL GET YOU OUTTA THERE 🏃‍♀️💨

WELL THE MISSION HASN’T HAPPENED! According to the summit…Closeknit is still up and running so 🫠

THAT HE’S GONNA WHAT AARON??

I imagine that even though it is killing him to think about Sunshine…he needs them like the air he breathes.

(Yes I stole that from a Conan gray song and yes it hurt me to write that.)

“They were a good balance for one another.”

CAN YOOU LET ME BREATHE FOR ONE FUCKING SECOND??

I’ll go get Sunshine myself if no one else will!

And we end with a kiss and uncertainty

So that was the end of that video….

I usually end with a meme but how do I end this without furiously sobbing???

I really tried to be light hearted with this one BUT IT WAS A STRUGGLE TO NOT CRY!

When I catch you Closeknit��oh it’s gonna go down…ESPECIALLY YOU BLAKE😺

I’ll make him eat my foot 🦶 and I’m so serious

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted the balance #redacted elliott #redacted aaron #redacted smartass #redacted sunshine

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ertrunkenerwassergeist · 1 year ago

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Are there any conspiracy theories about the Deep City?

Hope you don't mind the length of this. It got out of hand real fast XD

Host 1: Hello and welcome back to another episode of 'Ghost Stories'. Your friendly podcast where we talk about all things spooky and mysterious in Lucis. My name is Idona.

Host 2: My name is Silvestre, and if you actually call me that, good on you. Today's episode is especially spooky, since it takes places in our own wonderful crown city Insomnia.

Idona: Uuuhhhhhh. I always love those.

Sil: Yeah. One would think we would get more of those, but apparently our dear listeners like to hear about the outside world.

Idona: Which makes episodes like this all the more exciting!

Sil: Absolutely. I mean, who would want to hear about the outside, if you have such a treasure trove right in front of your doorstep? Do you know how old Insomnia is? Older than dirt. It always makes me wonder how many stories are really buried here.

Idona: You know, current theory is that Isnomnis is most likely older than Lucis. Dear old Somnus probably saw a reasonably sized city and renamed it.

Sil: Huh.

Idona: Anyway! What's the story that has been brought to us this time?

Sil: Oh, it's great. You're gonna love it. Ghosts in the old aqueducts!

Idona: A proper ghost story! How wonderful. It's been so long since we've had one of those.

Sil: The last Insomnian ghost story we talked about here was the one with the red capped spirits that steal people away, right? Or was it the one about the guy who turned up a hundred years ago with no identification papers whatsoever, spoke only a strange dialect of Old Lucian and then vanished without a trace?

Idona: I think it was the latter. Still convinced the other one were just weird debt collectors.

Sil: Probably, yeah. I mean all of their known victims were poor people with huge debts, so...

Idona: Still a crime though.

Sil: You know, we should probably get started on this week's story. Otherwise our runtime will only be filled with senseless ramblings.

Idona: Sil, our runtimes are always filled with senseless ramblings. But take it away.

Sil: Okay, so. This story came to our ears thanks to one of our listeners. She wishes to remain anonymous, but she wrote us that her cousin works for the WSD, the Water Sanitary Department for those who don't know. Said cousin is responsible of keeping the old waterlines up and running.

Idona: Wow, stop. Are you telling me that we aare still using those? The youngest ones of the old waterlines are at least a thousand years old! At least!

Sil: Well, the old Lucians must have builld things to last. And if it ain't broke, why fix it?

Idona: You just sounded so Leidean.

Sil: Why, thank you. My ancestors would be proud. So, Anon's cousin is down there, doing his job of looking at stones as old as dirt to make sure nothing will come crumbling down, when all of a sudden he heard a strange noise.

Idona: Was it voices? It's always voices.

Sil: Got it in one. The cousin heard voices whispering in strange tongues. Of course he goes closer, since no one but him is supposed to be down there. Gotta warn those people away and all that. But as he walked around the corner, his torch goes out and he hears a strange humming.

Idona: Go on. This is getting good.

Sil: Just wanted to see, if you had something to say. Anon's cousin is understandably freaked out by all of this. But still he calls out, because he just knows someone is there. Which is when he starts seeing strange, glowing shapes in the pitch dark.

Idona: I wish I had been there! This is turning out to be one of the most amazing eyewitness accounts for ghostly activity!

Sil: Yeah, but sadly there's not much more to it.

Idona: Awww.

Sil: Because at this point Anon's cousin runs back the way he came, totally freaked out by all of this. Thankfully his torch turned back on not long after and all he had was a shock and a few scrapes and bruises from running in the dark.

Idona: That's a relief.

Sil: You don't look relieved.

Idona: Well, he could have at least tried to communicate with the ghosts. Just imagine what we might have learned from them!

Sil: Or Anon would now have a dead cousin.

Idona: Or that, yeah.

Sil: But we're still not quite at the end of this little story. One day later Anon's cousin comes back to the place with two others. They find nothing there but some freshly carved symbols on the wall.

Idona: What did the symbols look like?

Sil: Here. Anon's cousin copied them down for us.

Idona: Huh. I feel like I've seen those before.

Sil: What? Really?

Idona: Yeah, I mean, my mum is a historian specialising in Insomnia's earlier history. She's been trying to get permission to go to the lowest levels for basically half her life now, but gets denied every time. Apparently it's too unsafe down there. I feel like I've seen something similar to those symbols in one of her books before.

Sil: You know, hearing that, I can't help but wonder how safe the structural integrity of Insomnia actually is.

Idona: Oh Astrals, don't make me think about that! This gives me some real existential angst.

Sil: ...

Idona: Now you get it.

Sil: Aaaanyway. What did you think of this week's story, folks? Please leave your comments on our mog page or leave a small donation at our crown-cast page.

Idona: Donators can bring stories to our attention - much like this one - have access to all our episodes two days early and can participate in live FAQs once a month.

Sil: Thank you all for listening. And remember:

Idona: The world is scarier than you think it is.

#ask #raven-6-10 #ffxv #deep city stories #dreams of our past #this takes place before the earthquake #took a while to come up with this #and then it just clicked #podcast fic #ghost stories #hope you like it!#long post #geist writes #geist answers

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heliotropehotch · 4 years ago

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coffee - a.h. x gn!reader

Request: him crossing paths with someone he met in the academy (or you could make them meet when he worked as a lawyer) and maybe they could go and catch up over a cup of coffee or something

a/n: i think this was an anon request but idk. sorry if i forgot to tag you! i’m excited to be posting something again!

Masterlist

author: abby <3

words: 1262

warnings: mention of serial killer, old friends

Aaron Hotchner hated working with other federal branches. While he understood that this job was guaranteed to involve collaboration across multiple departments, it didn’t mean he had to like it. Regardless, he was less than thrilled when Straus had informed him of the mandatory collaboration with white collar crimes. He walked through the local PD’s doors with his team following behind him, expecting to talk to whatever cop was leading the case, hesitant to let feds into their workspace.

Instead, the precinct was filled with chaos as cops and feds alike, moving at a faster pace than the SSA was used to. In the center of it all, Y/N Y/L/N stood tall, a scowl on their face that would drive any subordinate from questioning them. Though his exterior remained stony to his team, his chest fluttered with both nostalgia and feelings he had pushed to the back long ago. Like a fresh cup of coffee early in the morning to his veins, his nerves were on alert. He tried to push passed it and move from his spot to greet them, like he would professionally, but his shoes stayed glued to the floor.

Rossi pushed past the rest of the team, who now stared obviously at their leader. Derek graced a smirk, similar to Rossi’s when he caught Hotch’s line of vision. “Are you planning on moving out of the way any time soon? Or are you just going to stare?”

“What do you need, Harrison?” Y/N’s voice cut through the air as an agent approached her, hard and commanding. “No, I already told you, start with the 2008 case, that’s the earliest evidence we have.”

“Yes, you’re right sorry,” the agent grimaced, realizing his mistake. “Also, I believe the BAU has arrived with their team.”

Y/N’s head whipped up, eyes searching the bullpen, for the steely eyes they had been anticipating since the case began. Agent Harrison startled as he watched his usually brash leader’s face fall into a bright smile.

“Aaron!” Hotch felt a reluctant smile breaking on his face as the Y/N damn near sauntered to him.

“Aaron?” Derek asked with disbelief, to no one in particular from behind Hotch. “Why do they get to call you Aaron?”

Emily nudged his ribs with her elbow. “I bet I can name a reason.”

Hotch finally moved his feet towards them, preparing to be greeted with a handshake, even after the decades of not seeing each other. Y/N, however, had different plans and threw him directly into a hug, arms wrapping around his neck. “It’s been too long, Hotchner.”

He didn’t mind the feeling of their arms around his body, chest pressed up against his. He didn’t mind the deep inhale he took, breathing in their perfume for the first time in years. He didn’t even mind the dramatic look of shock he could feel on his team members faces as his own eyes wrenched themselves shut and his arms slid up Y/N’s back to press them further against him. What he did mind was the fact that they weren’t alone, that he could keep his hands on the one thing that got away without it being noticed by everyone around him.

He took another breath and pulled away, hands dropping empty by his sides, fingers fiddling against each other in the missing space between them. “It’s good to see you, Y/N, though I wish it wasn’t under these circumstances.”

Y/N frowned, as if they had been expecting something different. “Right,” they’re voice evened out into the tense demeanor it had before. “Harrison, get the team set up, they’re gonna want to see everything.”

“Yes, right away,” he scuffled off, taking the rest of Hotch’s team with him.

“How bad is it?” He asked, stepping closer to her, his fingers twitching to grab theirs like they used to.

“It’s bad,” they sighed, frown deepening as they crossed their arms over their chest. “I mean all of these victims embezzled upwards of a million. We think the last one did too, but no evidence has come up yet.”

“My team will have a look at it, we’ll get it sorted out,” he rested his hand on the small of their back. “I don’t remember you frowning this much.”

They quipped up a small smile, one that he knew was just for him. “A lot of things have changed since I last saw you, Aaron. Come on, I wanna meet that Doctor Reid of yours.”

“How do you know about Reid?”

“Aaron, honestly.” they rolled their eyes walking away from him. “Did you think I wouldn’t keep tabs on my best friend?”

He huffed out a chuckle before trailing behind into the conference room his team was setting up in.

~~~~~~~

Y/N paced anxiously as they waited for the BAU agents to return. With a serial killer being involved, their team had stayed back, relooking over evidence to find anything missed. Their team had noticed their on-edge disposition since the BAU had arrived, though an off-handed comment from Harrison had gotten them to crack a rare smile.

Their nervousness fell, though, as soon as Aaron Hotchner walked into the precinct with a cuffed unsub led by cops following closely behind. His eyes met Y/N’s, with a sense of pride and annoyance, giving them a small wink before turning into the interrogation room.

“Y/L/N,” one of their team members, Grant, had saddled up next to them. “What’s the deal there?”

“I don’t have any clue what you’re talking about, Suze.”

“Oh, come on,” she huffed dramatically. “That’s him isn��t it. The guy from the academy, oh Y/N you gotta do something.”

“It’s being handled, alright?”

Suze smirked, patting their back before walking away. “Good.”

After the interrogation and his confession, both teams dispersed quickly from the precinct, with the exception of Hotch and Y/N. They moved quietly around their workspaces, cleaning up spare files and reports to take back with them.

“Y/N/N,” he called, the nickname falling off his tongue created a nostalgic smile. “Can’t we catch up somewhere? If I had known you were this close-”

“Aar-” they sighed, pressing files to their chest. “It’s fine honestly. Wanna grab a coffee? There’s a place next door, they’re used to us feds.”

He nodded, his rare smile becoming more permanent.

~~~~~~

As soon as they seated themselves, the conversation poured out of their mouths like water, easy and fluid. Hotch chuckled, “You really kept your tabs huh?”

They blushed, embarrassed to be the seemingly only one who paid attention. “You were my best friend, Aaron. Of course I did. I just wish we had stayed in touch.”

“Me too,” he said quietly, looking down into the brown liquid.

“Then why didn’t we?” Y/N asked, to themself, to him, to anyone who could give an answer.

He knew why they didn’t. He knew Haley had been waiting for him. He knew that he couldn't have both, so he pushed it away, all of it. But now, Aaron looked at them, studying their facial movements, their posture, the tapping of their fingers against a cup. They were familiar to him, like looking in a mirror of someone he used to be. And he knew he wanted that feeling to last.

“I don’t know,” he lied, moving his hand across the table to take theirs. “But I’m tired of not knowing you like I did before.”

Y/N smiled, squeezing the fingers between theirs. “I’ve known you all the same.”

#hotch x reader #hotchner x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner request #thomas gibson #derek morgan #david rossi #emily prentiss #oc #female oc #gn!reader #aaron hotchner x gn!reader #thank god for queue

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whoreforhotch · 4 years ago

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Can I request an imagine for a smut with Hotch? (I'm a whore for Aaron Hotchner...) Anyway, like the reader/character is a part of the BAU team and she just put her life on the line for Hotch, so Hotch shows her how much she means to him. Pretty please?? And thank you love!!

Show You Love

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY)

You were driving with Morgan, the entire team racing to make it to the house with the hostages before they were all killed. After personally investigating this killer for years, you had a certain hatred for him that the other team couldn’t quite place. The two of you arrived first and you jumped out of the car as soon as he stopped, trying to make out what was going on through the window.

The entire team was still minutes behind you guys and SWAT was taking forever to get here, and you started to feel impulsive. You inched toward the building and Morgan pulled you back, “L/N! Are you crazy? You can not go in there without back up.”

You grumble to yourself and your face heats up, “Morgan we can’t wait for them! He’s gonna kill them all by the time SWAT gets in there.”

You paced impatiently for a few minutes before you heard screams and a gunshot coming from inside and you ran in quickly, Morgan yelling at you profusely.

Hotch and Reid pulled up the moment that you ran in and they came up to Morgan worriedly. “What the hell is she doing?” Hotch asked, his eyes filled with concern.

The was no noise coming from the house and the team tried to calm down. You were an amazing agent, they had nothing serious to worry about.

The team watched as Hotch paced with anxiety. Everyone knew the two of you were an item of sorts and he was panicking.

Hotch spoke into the earpiece, “Y/N get out of there now. That’s an order.”

You stayed in there for several more minutes before the team heard the screams of several children, followed by three gunshots.

“Move in!” Hotch called and the team ran into the house, finding you safe with your gun pointed to the serial stabber laying on the ground in front of you.

Turning to the team, they looked at you with wide eyes as you all awaited Hotch’s reaction.

You looked up to him with guilt, “Hotch I’m sorry but there was a shot and I had to go in or he would’ve killed them.”

Aaron looked at you for a moment with a mixed expression before sighing and stepping out of the house quickly.

The team looked at you sympathetically and you grumbled to yourself, unsure of what to do next. Walking out of the house, Prentiss pulled you into her side, “Don’t worry, I don’t think he can stay mad at you for too long.”

You chewed your lip, “You think?”

“He was just really scared when you went in, I’m sure you guys can talk it through.” She said and you nodded, leaning against her tiredly.

The plane ride was quiet and a little awkward. You wanted to talk to Aaron, but you knew he wouldn’t appreciate it being public so you laid low. When you got back to the BAU, everyone split up and went home, leaving just the two of you in the office, apart from some techies.

Knocking on the door to his office, you pushed the door open and walked in slowly, “Aaron?”

He looked up at you with those soft brown eyes of his and you cleared your throat a little nervously, “Do you think I could meet you at your place? I wanna talk about what happened earlier..”

Aaron stood and closed his folder, “Yeah, sure. I’m just about leaving.”

You nodded and left his office to go pack your things, eventually getting on your way to his house. In the time you’d been dating, Hotch had never displayed so much disappointment in you, or what you assumed was disappointment.

When you got there, Aaron was already coming into the house, waving you in. You walked in and he gave you a small smile, “Earl Grey?”

You smiled softly at his question and nodded, “Thanks, Aar.”

You sat down on the couch with him and he rested his chin on his hand. Looking over him you frowned, “I’m sorry.. I know I shouldn’t have-”

Aaron interrupted, “Sweetie, I know.. I’m not mad about that as much as I was so worried..”

You looked up at him, some of the guilt leaving your eyes and a certain softness replacing it. Nobody had every really worried about you before.

He pulled you into his lap and kissed your cheek gently, trying to break that awkward uncertainty between you two.

Stroking your waist, he looked up at you with slightly teary eyes, “I-I can’t lose you, angel.” Your brows laced together and you hugged onto his neck.

Both of you thought this was going to be a long, deep conversation. But it just came down to your love for eachother and his anxiety around losing you.

You smiled gently and cupped his cheeks, “I’ll try not to run into buildings with serial killers in them..”

Aaron laughed loudly for the first time since the case began and you giggled softly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He hummed a little against you and pulled you into a tight hug, the position allowing you to hug him with your whole body.

His hands slipped under your shirt and he rubbed your waist gently, pressing a lingering kiss to your jaw, “I love you so much..”

The intimacy of the moment made your breath catch in your throat and you ran a hand through his hair lovingly, “I love you too baby.”

You hummed as he kissed down your neck, his lips hot and open against your skin. Aaron ran his open hands over your thighs and gave them a little squeeze.

“I can’t have you running into dangerous situations like that, angel,” he kisses your collarbone, “you’re everything to me, Y/N.”

He looks up at you with those eyes you love so much and you press your lips to his, this time with more need. His lips were smooth and moved expertly against yours, moving at a rhythm that had your stomach fluttering all over the place.

Aaron did everything a with a certain confidence. He was experienced. In the past, you’d only dated men your own age. Men who were selfish and couldn’t really care less about how you felt. But Aaron, even without ever making love to you, showed you just how much your feelings meant to him.

He cupped your neck in his warm hand and deepened the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue gently. You moaned softly and let him in, your hands tugging at his hair. Aaron sighed out at the feeling of your hands in his hair, running your hands through it and occasionally pulling.

Aaron pulled away from you a little bit, catching his breath and pressing his forehead to yours. His breath mingled with yours and he kissed you softly, pushing your jacket off gently.

“God, you’re so beautiful..” He whispered under his breath, eyeing your shoulders and the curve of your neck.

Blushing slightly, you smiled and stroked his cheekbone gently, “I could say the same about you.”

Aaron flushed a bit and you giggled, pressing your lips to his and tugging at the hem of his shirt needily. He smiled against your lips and you hummed when his hands slipped under your shirt, moving up your waist.

“Is this okay?” He asked softly and you nodded, reaching to unbutton his shirt slowly.

The two of you hadn’t had sex yet. It was still just lingering kisses and touches, but not the real thing.

Aaron watched intently as you opened his shirt, kissing his neck every few moments until you were done, pushing it off his shoulders gently. Biting your lip fondly, you ran your hands down his smooth chest and shoulders, then down to his strong arms, squeezing them a little. You tried to hold back your loving smile, but you were really enjoying seeing him like this, so soft and vulnerable.

“Am I interrupting something?” Aaron said softly, making you laugh and go red, “Sorry baby, you’re just really beautiful.”

He blushed a little bit and smiled, kissing you again and pressing his tongue into your mouth gently. Kisses becoming more desperate, touches becoming more risky, you ached for something more.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed your center to him while you kissed, slowly grinding. Aaron groaned into the kiss and you continued, tugging at his hair lightly the way he liked. His hands roamed your torso and he pulled away from the kiss for a moment to pull your shirt off of you, before latching onto your lips again.

Aaron’s hands on your waist were firm, holding you down so you could both get the much needed pressure. Feeling him harden more and more, you slowed your lips, breathing out for a moment. He tugged on your bottom lip gently, “Do you wanna go upstairs?”

Nodding softly, you smile and prepare to get up off his lap but before you can Aaron picks you up and begins carrying you to his room. Giggling a little, you grab his cheeks and kiss him with adoration, hugging his neck as he walked up the stairs.

Laying you down on the bed carefully, he crawled on top of you and kissed your jaw tenderly. Humming happily, you caressed his shoulders absent mindlessly as he moved his kisses down your neck, his hands running over every new piece of skin he finds.

You couldn’t help the soft moans that escaped your lips as he moved down to your thighs, worshiping every inch of you. You bit back a smile and twirled his hair around your finger, “Baby come up here..”

Aaron looked up at you with those big eyes of his and smiled sweetly, crawling up to you and kissing you eagerly. Whining against his lips, you pull him close and pull your lips away, “I can’t believe you care so much about me.. Like- no body has ever worried about me.. N-No ones ever treated me the way you do, Aar.”

He listened to your words intently and his heart broke, his hand coming up to stroke your cheek lovingly, “Baby..”

You leaned into his palm and nuzzled it, Aaron’s eyes full of love. He kissed you and held his lips to yours even after you pulled away, “Let me show you.”

Looking up at him, you watched as he kissed down your neck softly again, whispering sweet things to you as he sucked a soft mark into the most tender part of your neck.

Moaning softly, you pressed your thighs together and looked up at him expectantly. Aaron runs his hands across your shoulders and kisses the sunspots that grace them lightly, “Can I take this off?” he asks, toying with your bra.

You nod softly and close your eyes, but Aaron and places a finger under your jaw, “I need to hear you say it.”

No man had ever insisted on this before. You were in shock, but a good one. One that you appreciated.

“Yes, baby, you can. I need you so bad..” He smiled slightly at your words and bit his lip, “Good.”

Aaron undid your bra with one hand, kissing you breathily as he pulled it off of you. Looking down at your chest, he looked up at you lustfully as he kissed across your breasts, teasing your nipple with his tongue before gently taking it into his mouth.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes out as he kneads your other breast.

Eyes closed and fingers tangled in his hair, you barely registered what he said and smiled through your hums. He continued expertly, switching from one side to another to give both equal attention, his hands needing to touch and squeeze every inch of you.

You could tell he knew what he was doing with his tongue, and couldn’t help but be excited of what’s to come. Kissing down valley of your breasts, he whispered how beautiful you were as he neared your lower stomach, his cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide.

Panting lightly out of anticipation, you tilted his chin up and helped him with your pants, his hand stopping you when you tried to take your panties off with your jeans.

“No need to rush, love” he said softly, sending a flood of heat to your center.

Aaron pulled your Levi’s off the rest of the way and smiled boyishly at the sight of your bare thighs. He hummed as he sat up and ran his hands up and down them, squeezing the tops of them teasingly. “You’re killing me, Y/N.”

You giggled softly and blushed, whining a little, “Do something please.. I need you so bad.”

He nodded and settled between your legs, kissing up from your knee with parted lips, his eyes never leaving yours. Just this alone had you overwhelmed. His intense eyes made your heart beat faster and his soft lips grazing your inner thigh made your legs thrash a little bit.

Placing an arm over your hips, he held you down slightly as his warm breath fanned over your covered center, making you mewl quietly.

“Needy girl..” Aaron said teasingly and you went red, tugging at his hair slightly and giving him those eyes.

He grinned and kissed up your other thigh, his finger slowly hooking your panties and pulling them down inch by inch. You opened your eyes and watched as he licked his lips, parting your thighs gently, “This okay?”

You nodded, “God yes, please baby.”

Aaron felt a rush of adoration and rested his cheek on your thigh, “Okay sweetie.”

Kissing up the crest of your thigh, he delved closer to where you needed him, kissing your outer lips slowly. Mewling to yourself, you played with his hair, your hips bucking a little as pressed a soft, open kiss to your clit.

Already he could taste you, humming to himself as he got more comfortable between your thighs and licked a stripe up your folds, barely touching your clit with the tip of his tongue, “Christ, Aaron..”

He looked up at you with those soft eyes as he began lapping at you slowly, his arm holding down your thrashing hips. Your moans poured past your lips and you whined to yourself, begging him for more.

Aaron’s tongue was soft and experienced, nothing like those boys who poked and licked at you with no goal in mind. He was driven and he knew he could make you cum within minutes like this, smiling against you as you melted against the mattress.

He reached for one of your hands and laced his fingers through yours, feeling you squeeze tightly as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked softly.

“Mmh, Aaron..” You groaned, tilting your head up to look at him.

Working at you, he had never looked better. His hair was messy, cheeks blushed and chin covered in your essence as he focused soley on your pleasure. His hands gripped at your waist and stomach, soft hums coming from his lips as he revels in pleasuring you.

He made circles on your clit, your back arching and to hips bucking. Creating a rhythm, he switched between sucking and kitten licking at you. Just watching him do this had you on the edge, your breath faltering.

You tugged at his hair, earring a deep moan from him that rumbled through your clit, making you cry out, “God, baby I’m close..”

He smiled a little and sped up in the slightest, his lips wrapping around your clit again and sucking with an urgency you had never felt before.

Your hips shook and you moaned his name highly, feeling that knot in your stomach snap and your orgasm crash over you.

Aaron helped you ride out your high, watching as you held on to him with everything you had, whining his name. He had never seen anything like it before, the way you had responded to him. He licked his lips and kissed your thighs lovingly, moving up to your stomach.

“You did so good, sweet girl.” He whispered to you as he kissed up between your breasts.

Blushing, you cupped his face and stroked his stubble with your thumb as you panted a little. Wiping his chin for him, you smiled blissfully and pulled him down for a kiss.

Aaron kissed you deeply and you tasted yourself on his tongue, humming against his lips, “Mmh Aaron no ones ever made me cum from just their tongue.”

He blushed a little bit and smiled, kissing your jaw gently, “There’s a first time for everything, love.”

Giggling softly you kissed him again and he nuzzled into your neck, kissing over the marks he made earlier and whispering to you softly, “I love you so much sweetie, you mean the world to me.”

Your heart melted and you combed your fingers through his hair, “I love you too, Aar.”

He leaned into your touch and kissed you softly, laying down on top of you and deepening the kiss. You parted your lips for him, feeling his bulge against your thigh and smiling softly against his lips. You ran your hands down his back and pulled him closer, moaning softly when he grinded against you a little.

You could tell he needed you really bad, but his gentleness never faltered. Pulling away from his lips for a moment, you reached down and unbuckled his pants, reaching and giving his bulge a few chaste rubs.

Aaron moaned at the feeling and bit his lip, “One second, love.”

He stood up and pulled down his pants, stumbling a little when he kicked them off, making you smile at him fondly. Keeping his eye contact with you, he pulled down his boxers as well and his cock slapped up against his stomach, making you grin and bite your lip.

Crawling over you, he kissed you and you couldn’t stop smiling against his lips, making him pull away and ask, “What is it?”

You cupped his cheek, “Nothing I just always had a feeling you were huge, and you are.”

Aaron blushed profusely and you giggled, hushing him with a soft kiss. He lowered his hips so his cock brushed through your folds and you moaned soflty, your smile subsiding.

You kissed him desperately, his nose pressing against your cheek and your breaths mingling. Wrapping your legs around him, you reached down between the two of you and stroked him gently, earning an almost whiny moan from him.

Pulling away for a moment, he pressed his forehead to yours and pecked the corner of your lips, “Is this all okay?”

You nodded, “Yeah baby.”

He breathed out and reached for a condom in his nightstand, tearing it open and sliding it over his cock carefully. You watched a bit nervously because, all jokes aside, he really was bigger than you’d ever had before.

Aaron noticed you eyeing his cock with those eyes and stroked your cheek, “I’ll be gentle, love.”

It was like he’d read your mind. Nodding, you kissed him and he lined up with you, pressing his forehead to yours as he slowly pushes in. Your mouth fell open and he kissed your jaw gently, moving inch by inch until he was about half way in.

You placed your hands on his chest and stopped him, “I-I just need a second.”

Adjusting to him, you took a few deep breaths and pull him close, “Okay keep going babe.”

Aaron kissed you and continued until he was completely sheathed inside of you. You had never felt this full in your life. It felt like you were having your first time all over again.

He looked far into your eyes and hushed your soft whimpers, kissing you deeply and beginning to move slowly. The moan that fell from your lips was like nothing he’d ever heard before and he groaned softly at the sound.

Resting his elbows on either side of your head, he bowed his head and set a steady rhythm, lips falling open a vulnerable moan. You reached up held face in both hands, kissing him through both of your moans.

You could listen to the noises he made all day, his moans and whimpers quite high in pitch. You loved it. Beforehand, you’d expected his deep baritone to shine through in bed, but you loved that he felt comfortable enough with you to be vulnerable and show how much he enjoyed being with you.

Kissing down your jaw, Aaron left small marks here and there, his lips tracing whatever skin he could find. You could feel the love written in each of his touches and strokes of his hips, he was completely melted into you.

“I don’t know know what I-I would’ve done if you never came out of that house today, Y/N..” He whined out and his desperation tied that knot in your stomach once again.

Reaching for him, you pulled his face out of your neck gently and held him to you, watching his face contort beautifully with pleasure. You couldn’t love him anymore then you did in this moment.

He nuzzled his nose to yours and adjusted his position, hitting that spot inside you that drove you crazy, making you cling to his back. Groaning as you clenched around him, he sped up more and reached between the two of you to rub your clit slowly.

Aaron’s lips didn’t leave yours for a moment. He swallowed all over your moans and panted, “You take me so well, baby.”

He could feel you getting closer and twitched inside you, trying to hold back as his moans got higher. You noticed and cupped his cheeks, kissing him and whispering, “Let go baby..”

You clenched around him as your orgasm flooded over you again, Aaron whimpering erratically as he rode out his own. Holding onto him desperately, you buried your face in his neck and shut your eyes.

He kissed your shoulder as you both came down from your highs, nuzzling his nose under your jaw to get your attention. Smiling tiredly, you opened your eyes to look at him and ruffled his hair, earning a soft laugh from him.

Aaron gave you a soft kiss before sitting up and throwing the condom away, grabbing some boxers for himself and some of your clean underwear from his “Y/N” cabinet. Pulling on his boxers, he came over to you and pulled your underwear up your legs, placing a soft kiss on your forehead as he laid down beside you.

“C’mere,” you mumbled softly, pulling him in to lay on your chest and kissing his cheek gently, watching as he revels in the warmth of your breasts against him. You smile and run your fingers through his dark locks, “I guess you’ve convinced me to stop almost getting killed.”

He laughed and your heart melted as he clung to you, pressing his face into your neck and whispering, “Good.”

Pulling the covers over him, you kissed him softly before turning off the lights and getting some well earned sleep.

#hotch x reader #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #aaron hotchner x reader smut #smut

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writefightandflightclub · 4 years ago

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Snarky space bois (Sub!Poe Dameron and sub!Tony Stark headcanons)

Warnings: 18+ only NSFW

GIF credits @rad-aar-blog and @the-darkling

Poe Dameron and Tony Stark have major bratty switch energy. Don’t @ me, this is a cold hard fact. Here are some thoughts thots I had about the ways they’d be similar / different in being a bratty sub for you, at the times they let you take control. Why? Idk? Please indulge me? I don’t mean you’re with them at the same time but go for it if you think you can handle that much snark. 🙈

Things get explicit under the cut!

They would both be weak for a partner who was capable of kicking their ass. Like, they see their partner take someone down (with their body or their mind tbh) and they’re just like: Yikes 🥵 *instantly good to go*. Take me down and I’ll sass you for it the whole time but I’m gonna love it and lose it if you top me and I’ll moan so pretty for you. If you can pin them to the bed, their arms above their head while they writhe under you? Fuck. They’re basically drooling for you.

They’d definitely wanna relinquish control to you to ease the pressure of being a hero. To lose control on purpose, instead of by accident (especially Tony, my god). To not have to make decisions all the time. But they’re both cocky enough that they’ll let you know you’re never fully in control. (That is, until you work your magic and they become a hot, sweaty, unravelled mess for you.)

You’re one of the few people they’ve met who can give as good as you get. They love that you can put them in their place because, tbh, few can. That’s one of the reasons you’re so good at being a brat-tamer for them. That, and how much they know they can trust you in giving their body over to you. Plus, you know all the right buttons to press to have them eating out of your hand.

Honestly, you get high from the power; knowing you can dominate such a difficult and desirable man thrills you. They don’t often listen to orders in general, but knowing they listen to you? You feel unstoppable. And hot as hell. They love how powerful you are, and whether you’re shy or not they make you feel so comfortable and capable at taking control of things (in and out of the bedroom, whether that’s running a company or a squadron, they believe in you).

If you’re not a penis owner, well they definitely wanna be pegged by you 👀 They’re so good for you and take it so well. And those pretty eyes and noises they give you in return? The way they get so hard? You love to watch them lose it. Bonus if they come on their own stomach and you lick it off afterwards, with a slight hum into their skin letting them know how good they taste. If you do this they have died and gone to heaven, and even though they’re spent it still makes their cock twitch and seek for more sensations. Maybe round two? Or three?

The praise? Oh my god. They love getting it, for starters. Fuel their already healthy egos, please (especially Tony). It’s what they deserve. But they’re also givers. They’ll praise you so hard for everything you’re doing to them, for how good you make them feel, for how gorgeous you are inside and out, proclamations spilling from their lips until you swear you’re nearly coming undone before they are. It’s always their mission to try and get you to come before you intended to, while you’re domming them, and a few times they manage it. Then, you simply have to punish them to wipe that smug look off their face, and neither of you are mad about any of this tbh.

They don’t shut up. That goes without saying. Sometimes you put their mouth to better use, but you never wanna gag them - why would you want to stop these pretty noises and words that get you off so well?! They’re vocal when they come, obviously. Soft, warm groans that build from their chest until the sound is pouring from their open lips, eyes fluttering closed. It’s your favourite sound (and sight) in the galaxy.

They’re super eager to please you. They need you to know they can’t get enough of you. Plus it just feels good to pleasure you. And you know how Tony always gotta keep his mouth and his hands busy? You can make sure he puts them to good use, whether you order his hands on you or on himself.

So many lip bites.

Sometimes, they’re too good? Like, you try and use their mouth and they have you undone in moments, and you just have to make them build you up all over again. They’re not complaining (ok well they’re gonna sass you) and, trust me, neither are you.

Neither of them are particularly into being handcuffed or blindfolded (too many negative associations, and they prefer to have their hands free to touch you, tbh). They didn’t imagine being into bondage at all as it makes them feel so vulnerable. But, since they trust you, you gently help them discover their liking for a little rope play. If you manage to try out some intricate shibari I’m betting you’d particularly enjoy the view of that bound ass and thighs, just saying. Maybe you could even slide a toy in there, I’m.. 🥵 You especially love it when they’re a little bound, because it gives you something to grab on to or a way to manipulate their position until you have them just where you want them.

Look, they’re probably down for using all manner of sex toys, on them or on you. Or both! If you’re with Tony you know he will build you something custom too. And some of these things are pretty kriffing elaborate- he’s a genius after all, and he has a pretty good imagination, if you know what I mean. If you’re with Poe, he’ll bring something back that he spotted on some alien planet and is keen to try, and at first you’re sceptical but you quickly get on board and boy, you’re glad you did. In fact, he teases you about how hard you came for weeks afterward.

They’ll try most things once. They have an adventurous spirit. Like, for example, I totally think you could convince them to wear your/some fancy underwear for a day, if it fits them. You didn’t think it’s something you’d ever be into, but Poe looks especially good in a pair of something pink and lacy, don’t look at me, bye.

A little bit of degradation is fine for them too, when you’re both in the mood. Like, if you call them names or rub your juices in their face. Maybe you spit on their cock too and make them rub it in. Maybe you call them your slut as you slide that toy or your fingers into their ass or palm their hard, needy cock.

Tony likes it if you bite him. Or scratch him. He doesn’t care if you leave marks. In fact, he likes it if you claim him as yours, for everyone to see.

Poe will almost nut any time you yank his curls. Touching his hair is a great way to get him hot under the collar in public. He especially likes it if you grab on while you use his mouth, or as you yank his head and say darkly, “look at me”, or at whatever you’re doing to him. You won’t let him close those pretty eyes while you ride him. He loses control of himself so quickly at the sight of you, it’s unreal.

They are not opposed to some light spanking, the smack of your palm on their ass or even thighs.

They like it if you carry things out of the bedroom. Like, if you sidle up to Poe in the hangar and whisper in his ear that he’s so good for you he’ll forget everything except your name and follow you obediently back to your room. It’s a good job he remembers your name as you’re gonna make him say it. A lot.

You love to tease them and get them to beg, because they don’t beg easily. You are more than up to the challenge though. You’ll edge them like no-one’s business until they’re shivering with need, and you milk every last drop of sass and cum from their body.

They want the world to know how amazing and hot and perfect you are, and they have zero embarrassment or shame. Like, half the world/base probably knows exactly what you’re into and how good you make them feel after a bunch of rather thinly veiled innuendos and jokes and comments. They never reveal anything too personal, of course, and respect your privacy. You know they’re just proud and don’t care who knows it. You’re not entirely mad at the bragging (you like to show them off too)... but you will make them suffer for it later.

You love the ongoing dynamic, and the fact that things can switch up at such short notice. You never know what you’re going to get and you keep each other on your toes. Most importantly though, you love and trust each other to the ends of the earth.

The pet names they have for you? So cute it’s almost obscene. Except a long list of terms which end up being banned by the other rebels/avengers because they work their way into every comms link, briefing, announcement, and group hang.

Afterwards? Look, these two boys are soft in the middle, and so full of love. Sometimes they might even cry a little afterwards, or sometimes you do. But they’re happy tears as you’re each so overwhelmed by sensations (and sometimes overstimulated) and by love. You try and look after them and it ends up being the other way around. They’re gonna cuddle and snuggle and kiss you everywhere. These boys are tactile and can’t get enough of touching you and letting you know they love every inch of you. They do wanna be little spoon, at first, but eventually it’s not enough and they flip around and hold you so tight like they’re never gonna let you go. They run warm and there’s no cosier or softer embrace, honestly. You feel entirely safe, and they feel safe with you.

If they do need a bit of care afterwards though, they love to curl up in your lap while you stroke their hair. To them, that’s their own personal heaven.

The snuggles usually only end when they get snacky (and like, actually snacky, and not just what they say when they wanna pleasure you all over again). But then you might make your way to the rec room/tv room and everyone else clears out, because they know you both fight so hard that every moment you have together is precious.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #any gender reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron headcanon #poe dameron smut #snarky space bois #tony stark #tony stark headcanon #tony stark imagine #tony snark #star wars #sw #mcu #marvel #avengers #mcufam #tony stark smut

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sinner-as-saint · 5 years ago

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Hi! So I saw that you write for Geralt, and I had this in mind: he gets called to a village where they say that there is something sinister lurking in the forest bc sometimes men and women who venture out come back deranged, like they want to go back into the forest no matter what, and they believe it's a monster, so Geralt goes to investigate and he stumbles across a cottage and when he enters he is surprised by how cozy it looks, but more specifically the reader who is (1/2)

(2/2) who is small and so innocent looking. So the reader is like, “I wondered why it took you so long to get here witcher’ and Geralt is like ”???“ bc how’s it possible that this innocent looking reader be the one who has caused all this mess right, so long story short the reader is like a succubus or some thing similar and like she seduced people and is dominant and shit, so she ties up Geralt and fucks his brains out, or maybe she teases him and doesn’t let him cum? Like there is many options

OKAY i love this

Bottom!Geralt is so UGH!!!

alright, so he is immediately mesmerized by you. Honestly, it only took a few seconds, or maybe less. But he surely was under your spell the moment he first saw you

this wasn’t what he expected, to be honest. When he received the message that a certain village needs his help, Geralt thought it might have been some horrible looking, Kikimora type of monster.

he certainly didn’t expect a beautiful, beautiful young lady. Living all by herself in her cozy cottage in the middle of the woods; alone. How is she a threat? She doesn’t even look like a monster, Geralt thought, blinded by your beauty and charming smile.

“I see you’re finally here, Witcher. What took you so long?” you asked, softly, innocently. For a moment there, Geralt felt like he could just melt upon hearing your smooth voice. So soft, and angelic. Yet it fueled the fire in his loins, he couldn’t help it.

“Who are you?” he asked, trying his hardest to get a grip on himself and focus on his job. But that was so hard to do, it was near impossible because there you were, standing just a couple feet away from him; wearing a gown with a dangerously low cleavage. And you weren’t even bothered with hiding your modesty; because he distracted him, you could easily see that.

“I’m Y/N, and i assume the villagers sang my praises?” you teased, stepping closer to him. He wanted to take a step back, he so wanted to. But he couldn’t. Your scent, your hair, that look in your eyes, your smooth skin… it all pulled him in like a trance.

Geralt scoffed quietly. “What you’re doing to these people, you need to stop it. Now. Or i will make you.” You got closer to him as he spoke, and touched his face gently. The fire inside him burned brighter. Hotter. He felt something grow inside him, a need. A desire perhaps. He tried to sound intimidating, but he failed.

you chuckled. “Giving into your strongest, deepest desires is not a sin, Witcher. You know that, don’t you? Besides, what exactly it is that i’m doing?” You faked a pout and looked up at him, leaning closer to the tall man.

“i don’t know.” he replied through gritted teeth, trying his best to control himself and trying his hardest not to lean into your touch. Your touch was warm, and cool at the same time. It calmed him down, but it also drove him crazy.

“Well, you would like to find out, wouldn’t you?” the fire in him burnt brighter, and he could no longer hold back, he almost nodded at your question. You leaned in to kiss him, gently stroking his lips with yours and from then on, he was in a haze. As though drugged.

next thing he knew was that he was following your orders like a lost puppy. Removing his heavy clothing upon your command, getting into your bed when your ordered, and surrendering. Completely.

you had him bound and restrained. Hands tied to your bed post, above his head. And he lied there, without a single complain leaving his lips, his heartbeats racing, and his desire growing.

“You know, when i heard the villagers were planning on calling for you to get rid of me, i thought you’d be a tough one to deal with.” you whispered in his ear, straddling him and kissing the side of his face gently. “But here you are, like a perfect little pet.”

Geralt knew he should’ve tackled you to the ground and put an end to this, and save the village from your charms, because rumor was that once people met you; they were spell-bound. And they’d be ready to lay down their lives if you simply asked. Slowly, but surely, you could take over an entire village, and make people become your own personal little slaves in a matter of days.

but Geralt was being treated like a toy in your hands, and he didn’t want it to stop.

“Fuck…” he cussed in a quiet whimper as you slowly kissed your way down his body; down his neck, across his bare chest and all the way to his thick, erected cock. Without any warning, you took him into your mouth, all of him. And he moaned out loud, mindlessly.

You took his cock deep into your mouth, then took it out and stroked it; watching him grunt and struggle against the ropes you tied him with. He would have easily freed himself if it wasn’t for your seductive magic. “Not so strong now, are we, Witcher?” you taunted and took him into your mouth again.

Geralt nearly whined when you did so, he was getting desperate and your ability of bringing him right to the edge and mercilessly keeping him there for as long as you wished to was driving him insane. He knew this was wrong, and that he was falling right into your trap, but it felt so good.

maybe he loses all self control the moment you sink down on him, your wet warmth wrapping all around him; making him cuss and groan. You lean in and caress his face, looking him deep in his golden eyes while you rocked your hips against his. “That feel good, hmm?”

he’d nod, way too quickly. He was quite a sight; all big, and strong, and handsome but tied to your bed at your mercy. You chuckled and leaned in to bite his lip, tugging on it as you pulled away - surely making him lose his mind.

you’d move against him perfectly, your walls gripping him tightly and making him get louder and louder each time. Maybe just when you’d feel him twitch inside you, you’d pull him out of you and watch him whine and smirk at his helplessness.

“Getting greedy, are we?” you’d tease and smirk at how frustrated he was getting; grunting and moaning for you.

at some point, he’d be nothing but a sweaty, moaning mess under you; messy hair, swollen lips, and a throbbing cock. But you wanted more, you wanted to hear him whine some more, you wanted to hear how desperate he could get. You needed to know that you had complete and utter control over the big, bad Witcher.

maybe you’d tug on his hair, or maybe pull him closer by gripping his locket. “You’re gonna have to work for this, come on. Beg.” you’d whisper softly, lips hovering above his parted ones. Maybe you’d even kiss his open mouth carelessly. But he was ready to do anything for you. Absolutely anything.

he couldn’t believe that someone so innocent looking, having such a spotless and angelic aura could make him beg in bed. But here you were, dominating him; making him whine and whimper for a brief touch from you. And oh did he beg. And whimpered, and whined.

“Y/n… please.” perhaps his voice was low, barely even a whisper. But you heard it. His desperation was quite clear.

and he was so sensitive, from all that teasing, that once you started riding him again; he would thrust his hips up trying to match your movements. But you’d mess with him even then, you’d slow down your pace whenever he got too excited, and you’d speed up when he least expected it.

he’d get loud, very loud; growling each time you messed with him, and whining your name whenever you teased him for too long. You’d alternate between having him in your mouth and riding his cock, and there was nothing else he could focus on in that moment.

at some point, you’d eventually give in; seeing he was physically worn out. And you’d fuck his brains out, making him cum in no time. Your walls clenching around him, gripping him and milking him perfectly. He was completely at your mercy, begging you to slow down when you kept riding his sensitive, throbbing cock even after he came.

he’s breathing hard and fast after you’re done with him, trying his hardest to calm his racing heart while you still have him securely under your spell. You kiss his chest, murmuring how good he was and how much of perfect “play thing” he was.

“Now, you’re gonna go out there, and tell them that i’m no threat. Because i’m not, am i?” you’d grip his jaw gently, and look deep into his eyes while you spoke. His hands were still tied, and sore and they were itching to just reach out and touch you.

you’d kiss his parted lips while he nodded frantically. “No, you’re not.” And just like that, you had the Witcher under your charm as well.

And he did go out there, and managed to make up some lie about you being nothing but an innocent girl living on her own. He convinced them that it was some other source of magic which was taking control over their people. And they were stupid enough to believe him.

And so, you became his little secret. And kept working your magic on people doing what you did best.

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ssa-daddyhotchner · 4 years ago

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Undercover - Chapter 18

Chapter Selection

It's been a month since Hawaii, I've gotten slightly closer to Aaron. Still staying at home, I went to the office 1 day of this week to drop something off to Aaron.

When I was walking through the bullpen I was bombarded with questions from everyone. I was only responding to Emily and Aaron. I was ignoring everyone else, Morgan was trying to give me a hug. When I backed away and had a scared look on my face he stared at.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him and I felt like shit for it. I left the office without saying anything and I went home back to what I'd been doing practically everyday.

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After y/n left the bullpen and got into the elevator the team walked up the Hotch's office. They all crowded in, "Are you gonna tell you what the hell is going on." Morgan asked Hotch, crossing his arms. "What are you talking about." Hotch stopped working and started at them.

"Y/n she's been acting weird since Hawaii, Hotch she can't even look at Spencer, Rossi, or me. So you can't just shrug this off." Hotch let out a sigh and looked down. He wasn't going to expose their business. No one even noticed that Emily wasn't in the room.

"It's not my business to tell", Hotch was avoiding their gazes. "She didn't have a problem with any of the girls, what the hell." There was a moment of silence. Spencer looked around and saw Emily staring at them through the window. Spencer walked out of the office and went to her.

"You know what's wrong with her", Emily wasn't going to say anything either but she wasn't going to leave them clueless, they could figure it out on their own. Spencer whispered something in Emily's ear and she nodded, "Oh god."

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I sat in bed, my mind constantly running. I was thinking about Mark; he never did something unless he had a reason. There was always a plan... always. Even if it was for some stupid outcome. There was no point to rape me in Hawaii unless he had a reason.

The more I thought about it the more it made sense.

My period was late.

I quickly snapped out of my mind and got into the car. I drove over the CVS and picked up five pregnancy tests. I wasn't leaving this to chance for having a false positive or a false negative. I drove home and opened two of the boxes and went to the bathroom.

I took the tests, covered them and set them on the sink and waited. It had been later than I thought it was, I heard the front door open and close. "Y/n!", Aaron called out. If I am pregnant there's no way I'm hiding it anyways.

"In the bathroom!",Aaron walked down the hallways and he saw me sitting on the toilet waiting. "What are you doing in here", he then saw the tests on the sink and raised his eyebrows looking at me.

"Are you pregnant?", I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm still waiting", he set his head down and was waiting with me. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. I looked at my phone and it had been 3 minutes. I let out a sigh and looked at both of the tests; positive.

My heart dropped and so did Aarons. I felt like I was going to throw up right then. My stomach was twisting and I started gagging, lifting up the toilet seat and letting go. I could feel Aarons hands pulling back my hair.

He put my hair in a ponytail and started to rub my back. I was too sick to care that he was touching me, right now I needed the comfort regardless of who it was. When I calmed down I wiped my mouth and blew my nose.

Resting my back against the bathtub I nestled my head on Aarons chest. He was hesitant to put his arm around me and comfort me. I moved my hand and wrapped his arm around me.

We both let out sighs, "Aar-" I cried out. He was whispering in my ear trying to calm me down. He understood why I was so upset, the baby could Marks or Aaron. We had sex two days before Mark.

"We're going to set up a doctors appointment", I nodded. We stayed there for a few minutes until I came back to my mind and I remembered the situation I was in. I pulled away and sat on the toilet. "I'm going to set the appointment tomorrow", he said okay and I walked out of the bathroom.

I went to the bedroom and got changed ready to sleep. My eyes were dropping down ready to fall.

I didn't have a dream about that night, but a dream about my kid. My baby was a boy and he was almost like his father; in my dream the dad was Mark. The kid was a serial rapist and he abused women.

I jolted awake, almost com[lately covered in sweat. Aaron was still sleeping on the floor, I went to the bathroom and dried off. I looked into the mirror and saw the dark circles under my eyes. I was having a restless sleep every night.

I lowered my head and stared into the sink, my eyes drifting towards the remaining boxes of pregnancy tests. I opened the boxes and took them all. Waiting yet again, maybe those were both false positives.

I couldn't be pregnant now with Marks baby. As I waited I heard shifting and I saw Aaron stand from the floor. He walked over and leaned against the doorframe, "Baby are we doing this again." I started rubbing my fingers together.

"I just need to be sure", he let out a sigh.

"Don’t forget to call the doctor later."

Two of them were positive the last one was negative, out of five tests it was a false negative. I threw the boxes and sticks away. He was already dressed in his suit and he gave a thumbs up.

He let out a quiet 'love you' but he didn't think I'd hear it.

"Love you too", he turned around and gave me a sad smile before closing the door behind him. I was holding it in even though he's seen me cry before. I was sobbing once he closed it. Based on his reaction to me being pregnant he knew what I was thinking.

I wanted to get rid of it, I sat on the kitchen counter with my coffee in my hands staring at the bottle that was on the fridge. Just to get it over with; I wanted to down the bottle and never remember the pregnancy.

I refuse to give birth to that man's baby. It's not even a baby, it's a fetus. It has no brain, no thought, no lungs. The decision broke my heart but I was going to do it, I was gonna have an abortion. I swung my legs off the counter and walked over to the fridge and took the bottle.

I placed it on the counter and stared at it for a few minutes. I took a scot glass and placed it on the counter and poured the shot. I brought it to my lips and right when I was about to toss my head back a take it I stopped.

I held the glass against my lips and I felt the tears welling up again. I quickly moved it away from my mouth and threw it at the ground. The glass shattered when it made contact with the hardwood floor. The vodka slowly spread on the floor.

I had a wave of anger over me and I grabbed the neck of the bottle and threw it against the wall. The vodka running down the wall. The shards of glass scattered on the floor. I stared at the large glass shard and picked it up.

At this moment I didn't wanna live, in my mind I was alone, my abusive ex husband raped me and got me pregnant, I was too afraid to even talk to one of my best friends. I could barely bring myself to even touch my boyfriend.

When I really thought about it I was about to do it. I had the glass against my wrist, I was ready to take the step and make the quick motion. I came to my senses and dropped the glass.

I sank to the floor balling up in the corner.

I was sobbing till there weren't any more tears and I was just sitting there. My eyes were bloodshot. My face was swollen to hell. I was in a state of shock, I don't know how long I sat there. I saw Aaron walk through the door. He didn't see me yet.

He placed his bag on the floor next to the door and he looked forwards at the mess and me on the floor. He ran over picking up my wrist, there was blood in my palm; a faint amount of blood on my wrist.

Too bothered to care again he pulled me to his chest, "Honey..." He was crying through his words, I felt his tears drip on my forehead. "Come one we gotta go", I was already dressed. Before we left he put a towel on the vodka.

He helped me into the car. “Baby…”, he exhaled.

“I’m not going to say that I understand because god knows I don’t… you have to talk about it. I know you don’t want to but if what I saw in there is what I think it was-- y/n just please talk to me, someone please.”

I stayed still, my wandering hand meeting his on the center console. He looked down and was about to pull away when I grabbed onto it, pulling it into my lap. That was like having my grip on reality… he was my anchor. I never glanced at him, keeping my eyes forward, “Okay.” That was all that was said for the entire drive to the doctors.

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We got into the parking lot of the Doctors office, and we walked inside. We were walking around the hallway trying to find the door. We found it and Aaron and I walked up to the front desk.

"Hi we're here for an ultrasound", the secretary was getting ready to start typing.

"Name?"

"Y/n Y/l/n", she was typing and our appointment popped up on her screen. "Take a seat the doctor will be with you in just a moment." We both said thank you and we sat down. There was barely anyone in the waiting room.

I sat next to Aaron, I pushed all my thoughts aside and just let myself be for a second. I linked my arm with his and held him closer; Aaron was surprised at the action and he didn't move. We sat there blankly; staring at the muted tv that was in the corner.

"Y/n Y/l/n", I turned my head and I stood up walking over; following behind her Aaron close behind. She led us into a room and I sat down on the patient table. Aaron walked to the side of the room taking a seat.

The doctor went over a few things and started. "Pull your pants down a little and lift up your shirt", I tugged at my pants until they were hanging low on my hips so she could get a few views. She tucked a paper towel in my pants so the gel wouldn't get on my clothes.

"This is going to be cold", she proceeded to put the gel on my lower abdomen. I had a chill run through my body when she spread it around with the wand. While she was searching, Aaron was rubbing his fingers together staring at the screen.

"Here you go", She turned the screen and showed the baby to us. She pointed to the screen, "You see that small spec."

Aaron and I nodded, "That's the gestational sac." My face dropped slightly and I looked at the doctor. "So I am pregnant?"

"Yes", Aaron put his hands above his head and around his neck. He was trying to not cry, I stayed there in shock; I just got actual confirmation. I had no more tears, the doctor was talking to me but ignored her.

She understood what was going on and she gave me a paper towel to wipe myself down as she cleaned everything up.

I grabbed Aarons hand and pulled him out of the building. We sat in his car not talking, he put the keys in the ignition but didn't turn them.

"Are you going to... get an abortion", he knew that answer; he just wanted to be sure.

The tears fell from my face as I faced him. He looked over and saw the sadness. I was struggling to find words. "I want too but... I'm also worried about you. We aren't even sure if it is Marks or Yours. But I refuse to carry his baby... I can't."

I was choking through my words. He reached over and placed a hand on my cheek; he used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the dampness from my face. "Look at me", he was stern; I gazed into his eyes.

"I. will love you know matter your decision okay. I know it might be mine and I'm okay with that. I wouldn't wanna have his kid either. I'd be making the same decision as you. And if it is mine then..."

He took a chance to find the words, "I still support you 100%. Because I don't know about you but if you. wanted. we can always try again. Minus Mark. You know no confusion." He tried to make me smile and I did weakly but... still worked.

"I love you", I pulled him into a hug. He head resting on my shoulder. "I know... I love you too." He turned and kissed my temple before resuming the hug.

I needed this, to feel wanted and not thrown away like I was nothing. I pulled away after a few minutes and he turned on the car. He pulled out of the parking spot and started driving on the road; he was taking me home. Pulling up to his house I got out of the car and walked up to the door.

"You know you really have to get me my own key", I called out to him while I waited for him to open the door. When he unlocked the door my mind went to the broom. "It should be dry now", he was taking the towels off the floor.

I started sweeping the glass to a pile while he got the dustpan. I moved the glass to the pan and he threw it away. He walked over to the island and set his hands down. "What were you thinking", I knew what he was talking about.

I dropped my head and walked over in front of him. "I uh... I was going to down half the bottle." His fists tightened. "What were you going to do, try and kill the baby?” I nodded my head and he let out a sigh and walked over to my side.

"And what about the blood I saw on your wrist and palm?", he was looking for my reaction.

"Were you going to--", I shook my head in response. "I thought about it. But I wasn't I swear I-... I'm not." I stared into his eyes seeing sadness flash through them.

"Remember that promise, you're going to keep it. If you're having those thoughts I need to tell the bureau. I don't want to, so you need to talk to someone." They were easy enough. I was going to talk to a therapist.

I agreed to getting set up with a therapist. Every word he said was right, he'd need to report me. You can’t have an agent that thinks about that and have her carry a gun. It was a bad few seconds but I can't even imagine actually doing it. I'd be leaving everyone behind, and I can't do that to Aaron.

"Can I touch you?", I didn't respond, I just pulled him into me. I thought it was nice that Aaron was still asking, considering. He wants me to trust him fully, completely and I have for a while. I exhale into the hug sinking more into his chest.

"Aaron you don't have to ask anymore, okay maybe sometimes but not all the time. I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable." We chuckled a bit and he pulled me in tighter. My arms rested around his neck, one hand running into his hair.

His hands made their way down my back and rested on my hips. He felt me tense up and he pulled back. He raised his eyebrows his way of asking if I was ok, I nodded and we both pulled back.

"I have one question, obviously I'm not gonna rush you but sex... where uh do you stand on that. Again no pressure." I smile at him moving a step closer.

"I'm mostly good with it, I would just say we should take it slow. I'll let you know when I'm uncomfortable and we can stop." I know he was just making sure, my body surely was ready to take him right there. Mentally I was still haunted by it, I didn't want to be triggered during sex.

I wanted to test the water; I moved even closer, turning my head and looking at him.

He knew what I was thinking, and he let me make the first move to be sure. I used my hand to bring his head to mine and I placed a soft kiss on his lips. He kissed back immediately following my lead not wanting to hurt me.

I missed his lips, the feeling of him against me. He swiped his tongue along my bottom lip and I let him in. His tongue invading my mouth, he bit my bottom lip. He brought his hands to my hips, picking me up and putting me on the counter.

He used his knee to separate my legs and stand between them. My hands pulled his waist closer to me. I could feel his bugle press against my thigh. He slid his hands up my thighs and grazed my clothed pussy, I moaned at the contact.

He raised his hand up and tugged at the waistband of my underwear. His cold finger rubbed slow circles on my clit. I was grinding with the motion but started to get a flashback.

I pulled away from the kiss and put my forehead to his. We were both steading our breaths.

"Too much?"

"Too much", I picked up my head and gazed at him. "I feel bad now." I glanced down looking at his bulge, he wasn't going to finish.

"You shouldn't, I can take care of it. I just wanna make sure you're fine with this." He helped me off the counter and we walked into the living room. How the hell did I get this lucky to have this man by my side.

I turned on the tv and started watching The Dark Knight. As I was saying the lines to the movie, Aaron was watching me with a smile on his face.

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exykingazama-artblog · 3 years ago

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🐌Hello again!

Thank you very much for answering my questions so far. Ryris is so interesting, I have a bunch of questions about her again but I am also interested in the other characters of yours so I'll put her on hold.

I absolutely liked that the Four Celestial Beasts are also in the story! I'm actually very interested in it, as well as inspired because I also want to write a story with elements from it.

This time I want to ask about Gain and Enzo.

Gain

->Who is he?

->What does he look like?

Enzo

->Where do the clans reside exactly? (not just Enzo's)

-> Is his clan in connection with Genkaku? (Koori, Tenjin, etc)

-> Are the kitsunes from the Jade Region (Miiko) related to them?

-> Why did he rape Ryris? What were the circumstances?🐌

LETS GOOO 😳

Gain

Who is he ?What does he look like?

He is the half big brother of Judal and the dragon apprentice of the Kongqi Long clan.

In The Origins he has poor bodybuilding but this does not prevent him from handling the bow unevenly.

He has tattoos that cover his back and very dark navy blue hair.

In New Era his hair get discolored in very light blue gray and has a lot of scars from the war with Lance and his dangerous position in a side guard, it's far from El Town so it's normal that no member of that guard (even him) have never been seen or only for rare cases.

He is the subordinate of the leader of this guard and sometimes goes to their place in a meeting of the sparkling guard.

Enzo

Where do the clans reside exactly? (not just Enzo's)

Ayy so exicting to talk about this bc on the Eldarya forum I'll probably doing something with that it's just gonna take me a lot of time and patience.

The clan is on the border of the country of Aarkyus, it's in the middle of the jungle of Wilada.

Aarkyus is a blessed land and trodden by Ziz himself.

It's a very large country and the surface is mainly dessert, according to archaeologist only around 20% has been explored. Traveled there without members of Aar's guard would be mortally perious.

While the Lu Laohu clan is located in Aarkulas (in the same country) protected between the mountains and next to the sea not far from the sacred ruins condemned by the floods due to the earthquakes.

No one knew the reason why this anomaly happened and even today it remains a mystery

Is his clan in connection with Genkaku? (Koori, Tenjin, etc)

Yes and no ? Enzo has a link with Tenjin's scar. -still don't no why... 🤔

But yea they still in connection each others.

Are the kitsunes from the Jade Region (Miiko) related to them?

Damn my lack of synonym and literature in english hurts me i'm sorry for that...

If you ask about their physique, since they live in a tropical environment most of the villagers have swarthy skin and white hair but that can be diverse.

If you ask if they are connected with them, yes they are too.

Why did he rape Ryris? What were the circumstances?

This is the question I fear the most brrr 😥

I do not support rape or sexual touching in any form whatsoever, I don't trivialize. Its real so do not hesitate to tell your loved ones your family anyone, if you have been a victim there are phone numbers for that.

Nice, tw sensitive subject i guess.

Enzo does not have the blood of the Lakhdar family, he was an orphan but was welcomed with open arms be them, because he had 8 tails. And was placed as the future heir of the clan.

Despite young he had to have a wife, who was therefore Ryris.

These old members of the family council had manipulated and tricked him into procreating a future heir to further his legacy of being the head of the clan. He had few opponents because he had murdered the most of them, the little that remains his very young even still babies, killing them would make him more suspect than he is by relatives of his victims.

Ryris despite being in love with Enzo, she didn't want to get married and even less have children.

I now let you imagine the problem bruh.

EeAyy Thanks my dude 🥺🥺

#ask #eldarya #eldarya oc #eldarya TO #eldarya the origins #eldarya ANE #eldarya NE #eldarya a new era #eldarya new era #oc content #fan oc #digital doodle #doodles

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xoxoperse · 4 years ago

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| deathly. / kabal x reader

“this is not your fault.”

word count: 2,016

trigger warnings: swearing, fighting, blood/injuries, and mentions of death.

you rushed inside your home, rushing to your shared room with kabal. you drop to your knees and reaching under your bed, reaching for a safe. you knew this day would come sometime, so you were prepared for it.

“what the hell? y/n?” kabal asked, coming to your room, confused. he walked to your side of the bed, seeing you on your knees.

“someone’s after me, kabal.” you spoke quickly. “someone for daegon.” you rushed. you stood up, frantically putting a shell over the blade of your knife, then putting it on your waist band.

kabal gently raised your head up, looking at the little gash on your cheek. “did someone do that to you?” he asked, anger in hsis voice. “i’ll kill them.” he hissed.

you nodded, frowning. “i can’t let you do that.” you said sadly. “the last thing i want is for you to be hunted and killed,” you spoke. a tear slipped down your face, resulting in kabal wiping it away.

“let me come with you; i can protect you,” kabal spoke, going to move some hair out of your face. “i’m not going to let you go alone.”

“but you have to, babe.” you sighed. “you’re not coming with me; i can’t let you... i don’t want you to get killed.” you said softly, another tear falling.

“none of us is getting killed tonight, y/n” kabal said, wiping away your tear again. suddenly, you wrap your arms around his waist, and resting your head on his chest. he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, running his fingers through your hair.

“i love you, kabal.” you muttered, more tears streaming down your face and soaking his shirt.

“i love you, too, y/n.” he whispered back, holding you close. you two never wanted to pull away from each other, wanting to savour every final moment with one another.

but, unfortunately, you pulled away from him, wiping away your tears. you saw a little tiny one slip down his face. you had never seen kabal cry, let alone for you. you reach up, wiping it away. “don’t cry, my love.” you said to him softly. “i’ll be okay.”

he nodded at your words, taking a deep breath. “where are you going to go?” he asked, looking deeply into your beautiful eyes.

“maybe a few towns over. i’ll be on foot until at least the next town, then i find a way to get a car, or some type of transportation.” you answered, sniffling a little bit.

he sighed, nodding sadly. “alright..” he muttered to you. his heart was racing; he was nervous for you. what if you didn’t survive?

“are you sure you don’t want me to come?” he asked. he wasn’t the one to not tag along with somebody on a dangerous trip like this, but he will definitely find a way to help the love of his life. you nod in response to him, trying to keep anymore tears from falling down your cheeks.

“i need to go,” you sighed. you and kabal made you way out of the room and went to the front entrance of your home. you hesitantly reach for the knob, turning it and opening the door.

before you could take your final step out the door, you feel some grab your arm and bring you back inside. “kabal-” you started, but was interrupted with a kiss being pressed to your lips. your back ended up being pushed against the wall next to the door as you two shared a final kiss. kabal had his hands tangled up in your hair as you two kissed, and you had your arms around his torso.

the kiss felt like it lasted forever, but in reality, it only lasted for a little less than a minute. he pulls away from you, as your eyes meet. he kissed your forehead quickly, giving you a small reassuring smile. “think you could leave without a goodbye kiss?”

you chuckle, smiling as you came off the wall. you leaned up and kissed his cheek, before walking out the door.

-~-

it had been about an hour of walking and paranoia. you were contantly looking over your shoulder and all around you. you knew the bastard would be around here somewhere. you were waiting for someone to come up and stab you from behind, or even drug and kidnap you to a potentially worse fate.

just when you had thought that maybe you had lost the man that was chasing you, you hear someone call your name repeatedly.

“y/n...” the voice cooed. “come out, come out wherever you are,” he spoke. you frantically looked around you, not seeing anyone around you. you reach for your knife, pulling it out and looking around you again.

“come on out, bitch!” you yelled, waiting to see the man appear. soon enough, he came out with a devious smirk playing on his lips. he approached you, holding a knife with a trailing point blade attached.

“i’ve looked everyone for you, dear,” he cooed in a villainous tone. “daegon wants your head, ya know,” he teased. “and i’ll be damned if i don’t leave here without it.”

“i’d like to see you try.” you hissed, eyeing the mysterious man. “who the hell aare you anyway?”

“does it matter, sweetheart?” he asked. you couldn’t be sure, but you just thought that the man was just a hired hitman for daegon. but who knows; maybe he’s a red dragon himself.

the man circled around you, and looked you up and down as he did so. “you’re a pretty little thing, y/n.” he spoke, twirling his knife with his fingers. “i almost feel bad i have to cut you to pieces. almost, though.” he chuckled.

spontaneously, you go to stab your knife into his chest, but he quickly grabs your wrist, stopping you. “gotta try harder than that, sweetheart.” he teased, raising his eyebrow a little bit. he pulled you closer by your wrist, stabbing you in your abdomen, damn near hitting one of your organs. you wince and yell, accidentally dropping you knife as you almost fell.

“fuck you.” you muttered as he pulled the knife out of your stomach, which made you gran more. he lifted your chin up, the bloody blade gently laying on your sholder. he tilted his head to the side a bit.

he looked like he was astonished that anybody dared speak to him like that. you stayed silent, which made him raise the knife to your neck. “say it again.” he hissed, spontaneously stabbing the knife into your gut again. you yelled, tears streaming down your fave as you did so.

“i said: fuck. you.” you groaned before reaching up with your hand up to his face, pressing in his eyeball and elbowing him straight in the nose. you pulled the knife out of you, groaning and whining again.

he yelled as he stumbled back, holding his face. he nearly tripped over as he did so. you bend down, groaning as you picked up your knife then sitting up, painfully. you glanced at him before trying to get away as quickly as possible. before you know it, someone grabbed you and raced you away. you shrieked a bit as this happened, then coming to an abrupt stop. you mouth was covered, but you knew exactly who it was.

kabal.

he slid down the tree with you, holding you close to him as he removed his hand from your mouth. you wince and whined, trying to be quiet.

“damn it..” you muttered, tears slipping down your face, still. kabal held you close to him, blood getting on his hands. he gently lifted up a little bit, helping you sit in a different dirsction so he can look at your wounds.

god, it was bad.

you were bleeding everywhere, and losing nlood way too fast. if you didn’t get help in a a few, dire minutes, you would be gone... for good.

“i knew i should have came with you,” kabal cried quietly. “this wouldn’t have happened if i just went with you in the first place..” he whispered. he desperately looked around for something to potentially help, but to no avail, he didn’t find anything.

“don’t say that, kabal.” you painfully whispered. “if i didn’t take that deal, this would have never happened.” you murmured. “this is not your fault.” kabal shook his head, more tears slipping down his face.

he should have known this would happen to you if you went alone. he was an idiot for listening to you to not come with you.

“where did you go, y/n?” the voice cooed. you flinched at his words, and kabal put his finger to his lips. he moved you back so you could lay against the tree trunk while he got up. you weakly reached for his hand, shaking your head. he nodded your way, gently rubbing your knuckles for a quick second before he walked off.

you were in and out of consciousness, but you still heard the fighting going on. you couldn’t tell who was winning, but you hope to any and every god that it was kabal.

you began accepting your fate; you knew that it would be too late to save you. you felt a bit woozy as you laid against the trunknof the tree, like your head was spinning in circles.

after what felt like hours of being in and out of light sleeping, kabal finally came back to you. he was bloody, but at least he was in one piece. “y/n?” he called softly. “y/n, babe. wake up,”

you hummed in response, barely opening up your eyes to look at him. “are... are you okay?” you asked softly, trying to keep your eyes open.

“i’m fine; i’m more worried about you.” he said softly. “i’m not gonna let you die on me, y/n.” he spoke, sadness in his voice. “like fucking hell i’ll let it happen.” he swore.

you weakly reach your hand up, cupping his cheek gently. “kabal..” you trail off, feeling like you were falling asleep again.

“don’t say it, y/n.” kabal demanded, tears streaming down his face. “don’t eben think about it.”

“kabal... listen to me,” you spoke, opening up your eyes again. “i love you, babe. but.. there’s no saving me... i’ve lost too much blood.”

“stop it!” he cried, shaking his head. he pressed his forehead to yours gently, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “i love you, y/n..” he whispered.

“i love you, too..” you replied, before going passing out again.

-~-

kabal could never, nor would never, forgive himself for letting you run away on your own. if he had just went with you, all this probably wouldn’t have been as bad as it was. if he could go back in time and change everything, he would. he would come with you this time; you two would skip town, and go start a new, happy, and exciting life. he would give you everything you ever wanted in this new life, if he could.

he never thought he could love sombody so much as he loves you. hell, he never thought that he would ever have someone love him so much as you do, but holy shit was he wrong in so many ways.

so, once you were in the clear to leave the hospital, you guys left the state. no more black dragon, no more fighting, no nothing. just you and kabal. you two had always had conversations about having a little family when you weren’t in any dangerous sitautions anymore, and when you were stable enough to support them and give them anything they wanted.

life had been turned around completely, and the couple wouldn’t change it for anything or anyone. you had recovered fully, and now happy and healthy. and when the time arose a few years after getting settled, you and kabal had your first little bundle of joy; a beautiful baby boy. you plan to have more in the future.

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scribbling-stiks · 4 years ago

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AAR - IV - Soft Laughter

"You f***ing idiot. Why the f*** did you do that, you f***ing dumba**? F***!" New York mumbles under his breath, carefully examining America's wound.

"Hey, calm down York-y. I think he healed enough for us to just bandage this," California says quietly, putting a hand on New York's shoulder.

"I'll get them," Dixie volunteers.

"I'm going with you," Texas says. Texas leaves Russia against the nearby wall. New Mexico and Texas follow Dixie out, staying close to the ground. They slowly open the door and close it behind them.

'Is he gonna be okay?'

Russia waits for Dixie to get back.

'Are they okay?'

'Are there more soldiers we didn't see?'

'I hope they get back okay.'

America shakes against the floor, and Russia feels helpless. Canada slides over and pulls America into his lap. Canada strokes America's hair to comfort him, and Russia wished he could help. Help do anything. He opens his mouth to try to speak.

'It's going to be okay.'

"Is 'oin to ba ah-kay," Russia manages to mumble out.

'That was not what I was trying to say,' he thinks, frustrated.

"Russ?" America asks. America tries to turn to look at him but cries out in pain and recoils. His hands muffle his scream, and America just continues shaking in Canada's lap.

"Hey, you're gonna be okay. You're strong, eh?" Canada mutters in a comforting tone, "just stay awake."

Russia looks around at the kids around the room. The states and Philippines looked like they were about to cry, most of them stare with horror clear in their eyes. The provinces watch, uncomfortable and worried. Finland keeps watch, listening out the windows in case someone (or something)approaches them.

Russia hears footsteps approaching the cabin door. His breath stops. The door creeks open slightly, and Dixie skulks in. The states follow on his heels. Russia lets out the breath he had held. Dixie holds the gun, aiming it out the door, over Texas's and New Mexico's heads, dropping it only once the door was closed. Texas and New Mexico sheath their weapons and bring the first-aid supplies they had retrieved over to New York and California.

The two got to work, tightly wrapping America's back. Canada helps hold America upright.

The inside of the cabin slowly lights up, and the sunlight peaks through the window above Russia's head, casting spotty shadows along the walls of the cabin, lighting up the dirty floors and destroyed furniture in dotted, light yellow light. The colors are faded, and the interior looks much older than it had at first. He also spots some vials on the counter, and a few used syringes around.

His heart drops out of his chest, and his breathing stutters to a brief stop.

'Was anyone pricked?'

But he couldn't ask. He moves his arm to get someone's attention. His movements weren't as coordinated as he would have likes and any movement made him sore, but he decided this is more important.

He gently pushes the arm of a nearby state.

"What's up?" Indiana asks.

Russia slowly raises his shaky arm, and with a half-closed fist, he tries his best to gesture to the countertop.

"What?"

Russia waves more frantically. Indiana gets up and walks over to the countertop, looking confused. Then, a panicked look passes over his face.

"Oh. Uhh, Dixie?" Indiana calls, a shaky tone to his voice.

"What?" Dixie snaps, and then he sighs, "sorry kiddo. Didn't mean to snap at you. What's going on?"

"I found what made them think we were just a bunch of druggys," Indiana says, pointing to the counters against the back wall. Whether it would be by luck or a pure choice of fate, they had avoided this wall, deciding to stay closer to the door.

Dixie goes quiet before standing and walking over. Once he sees what Indiana is talking about, he stiffens. After a moment, he walks into the middle of the room and clears his throat.

"Hey. All of y'all, this is very important," Dixie says, looking around at the occupants of the room.

Everyone looks at him, a little startled.

"I need to know if anyone finds anything on or near where you were sleeping."

The kids nod and begin searching around, and lucky, they came up short. They even throw up the blankets and help Russia move to check behind him, but they find nothing other than some broken glass under the blankets. Even still, the pieces are small, laying flat under a think quilt and the quilt doesn't have any visible rips.

Dixie looks tense and anxious.

"Was anyone pricked by anything? At all? Come 'ere, all of you. I'm checking y'all for any injuries. No exceptions," Dixie announces to the group, forcing them to line up, state, province, or country, to check for any sign of needle marks. Once Georgia was checked, she helps make sure none of them had a chance of being exposed to anything on the syringes.

Once everyone is checked and cleared, Dixie lets out a deep sigh of relief, and his knees visibly shake. Dixie stumbles for a second before regaining his balance. There is a moment of silence before America begins talking.

"Do you think we're safe to leave?" America asks, looking toward Finland, "I want to get out of here."

Finland nods.

"It looks clear. We should be safe. I'll scout around first, but we should be okay to leave." Finland confirms.

"Let's get out of here," Philippines insists. The others agree.

Finland walks around with Philippines to search for anyone who might be watching them. They come back a few minutes later and wave the others forward. Russia struggles for a minute while the others rush around, and manages to get to his feet. His legs shake violently, and he focuses all his attention to stay upright.

'I won't be able to walk, but this is better.'

Just as his legs are about to give out, Missouri and Rhode Island rush over. They grab his arms and help him walk to the car.

Russia tries to walk forward, but his legs feel as though they're made of Jello. Had it not been for the states, he knew he would've face-planted.

The numbness had faded, but his fingers and toes still tingle uncomfortably. He's helped into the car, and he sits upright against the window on the passenger side of the car. America is helped into the car next to him and buckled into the middle seat. Georgia joins them, sitting on the driver's side seat against the window.

When asked why, she shrugged.

"I don't want to be double buckling for the whole drive. Besides, Lulu can handle herself fine," she explained.

When Texas gets into the car after helping load the trunks with supplies, Kansas starts the car, but they don't go anywhere.

"Alrighty," Kansas says, looking over the seat at America, "where are we headed?"

"Somewhere we can hide and hunker down for a while," America replies. Texas hums in thought.

"Peaches, you got any ideas?" Texas asks.

"Y'all think that there are any other abandoned buildings or somethin'? We might be able to stay there," Georgia answers.

"As long as we can get there without anyone following us there, we might be able to have a base of our own," Finland says, thinking aloud.

Georgia shrugs.

"I don' know. I'm wonderin' what kinda stuff would be around here that we could hide out in."

Texas hums.

"Hey, I got an idea, why don't we call up the group and ask?" Arizona suggests.

"Yeah, go ahead," Kansas replies.

Russia's attention is taken away from the conversation by America leaning against him, head on his shoulder. He looks down and sees America just looking around, occasionally replying to the others discussing their next game plan.

Russia finds himself just admiring him.

'His face is pretty.'

Once Russia realized what he's doing, he zones back into the conversation.

"Idaho says there might be some places we could use in his state. There is also some tree cover to help," Canada says.

"We won't make it to Idaho on what's in the tank," Manitoba comments.

"Well, we'll have to go back and withdraw as much cash as we can before we take off. If they're tracking us by card purchases, cash might be the best option for now," America says.

"We should withdraw cash somewhere close to Denver," Finland suggests.

"Why?" Texas asks.

"It would get them off our trail. They'll think we are going to the city, and we can drive off in the opposite direction," Finland explains.

Russia doesn't like Finland too much but had to admit his respect for her idea.

Russia rides for hours back into Denver, and Dixie, New York, and many of the other states begin to withdraw as much money as the ATM would allow. They stock each of the cars with a few thousand dollars under the front passenger seat. The cars fill up their gas tanks, and they take off toward Idaho.

When the sun is high in the sky, they stop for a quick break, walking around, bathroom break, and just stretch out for a few minutes. With some help, Russia gets out, walks around briefly, and uses the bathroom before returning to the car. The others stock-up on snacks and bottles of water to have in the cars. Most of the supplies get tucked under the seats. America returns soon after as the states walk around and mingle for a few minutes, waiting for everyone to get back.

'He looks better,' Russia notes. He wasn't standing at his full height, but he could walk by himself. America made his way to his seat and pulls something out of the bag he held.

"I got you something," he mumbles, looking a little flush.

'Are you okay?'

"What is it?" Russia tries to ask. The syllables come out as a jumbled mess, completely unintelligible.

America giggles before handing him a little plush animal. Russia tries to take it but drops it due to his loose grip.

His cheeks grow warm.

America smiles before he carefully leans over to pick it up. He puts it into Russia's hands and wraps Russia's hands in his own.

"See, look. It's an arctic fox. I remember you talking about them at one of the World Meetings, so when I saw it, it reminded me of you," America admits, his face a little pink.

Russia feels his heart swell.

'I love it.'

"Thank you," Russia tries to say.

"You're welcome," America says through giggles.

America releases his hands, and Russia holds the doll close to his chest.

Then Dixie knocks on the window and opens the door.

"Hey Ruski, we found something of yours in the back of Bama's truck. Thought you would be interested," Dixie says, lifting his arm.

'My hat! I thought I would never see it again.'

Russia smiles, disbelieving.

Dixie grins and hands America the hat before closing the door. America smiles and puts it on Russia's head, partially covering his face.

Russia feels laughter bubble up from his chest, and he doesn't resist.

It sounds quiet, muffled almost. His throat feels funny.

America looks at him with a brilliant grin and embraces him. Russia tries to reciprocate. The best he could do is a loose hug in return.

America pulls back with a wide smile and misty eyes.

"I'm so glad you're getting better," America mumbles, holding Russia's hands to his chest.

Their alone time ends soon after, as everyone else gets into the cars. Georgia walks Louisiana to her car and then walks to Kansas's car with Texas and New Mexico.

"To Idaho, here we come!" Arizona cheers, starting the car as soon as the doors closed, and they speed off down the road, the sun hanging high in the sky, watching them as they rush up to somewhere they could hide.

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hotchxprentiss · 4 years ago

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Maybe Baby: Chapter Three

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Summary: How Emily dealt with her pregnancy.

Word Count: 2.2k

Chapter Warnings: angst, fluff, pregnancy stuff, mention of abortion

A/N: This is more of a filler chapter on Emily’s pregnancy. The next one will follow what happened in Chapter Two.

1995

“Emily! How have you been?”

“I’ve been good, Pam. Just feeling a little nauseous.”

Emily met up with her old high school friend, Pam, at a brunch spot in D.C.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry. Do you wanna just wanna hang out at your place? I don’t want you to get sick out here,” asked a concerned Pam.

Emily could feel her stomach turning and nodded at her friend’s question. The pair made their way to Emily’s apartment and ordered takeout. The two of them talked about college, their family, and most importantly, their love life.

“So, is there a special man in your life? Perhaps a woman?”

“Wait what do you mean Aar- Agent Hotchner left? He was just here two weeks ago?”

Emily stared at her mother, waiting for an answer.

“He gave me his resignation letter last week. Turns out the FBI didn’t need an interview and hired him right away. Why are you asking anyway?”

“Oh nothing I’m just wondering where he went that’s all. He suddenly just disappeared.”

“He seemed quite excited to leave. I mean I don’t blame the man, it’s the FBI. Although, I am quite upset that we lost a great agent. Hopefully all goes well with his career.”

“Yeah, me too. I’ll just go upstairs now.”

Emily rushed to her room and clutched her pillow once she laid on her bed. Tears were streaming slowly down her face. As it turns out, Emily grew extremely fond of Aaron after the day they spent with each other. She appreciated his kindness and how gentle he was with her. Unfortunately they never really got to talk or spend more time together. Now he was gone and she had no way of communicating with him. Maybe it was for the best.

The raven haired woman chuckled at Pam and shook her head.

“No one as of now, unfortunately. Gotta focus on my studies first,” she replied, not wanting to mention Aaron.

“Same here, boo. College is just too much right now.”

The two of them continued their chatter until a doorbell signaled the arrival of their food. Once they paid and set up the dining table, Emily’s mouth watered at the sight of the orange chicken, which was typically not her favorite of the bunch. However, the smell of beef and broccoli caused her to gag and rush off straight to the bathroom. The contents of her stomach filled the toilet and Pam rushed to the bathroom to pull her hair back.

“Thanks, Pam.”

“It’s no problem. You sure you’re okay? Are you sick or something?”

“Probably just caught a bug. There was one roaming around my hallway at Georgetown. You should probably leave before you catch it.”

“Are you sure, Em? I can stay here to make sure you’re okay.”

“It’s alright, Pam, really. Besides, your brother’s wedding is in a few days. I would hate to see you miss out on that.”

Pam thought about it for a while and hesitantly nodded at her friend’s statement.

“Just make sure to call me if you need anything, and I mean anything at all, okay. I love you, girlfriend,” Pam smiled and blew a kiss.

Emily blew one back and locked her apartment door. She went to her bed and decided to sleep the rest of the day.

“Oh fuck.”

Emily woke up to a pounding headache and immediately reached for the water bottle on her night stand. I didn’t even drink yesterday. Soon enough, she felt bile rising from her throat and rushed to the toilet. Emily wiped her mouth and began thinking. No one else reacted to the bug like this. I hate my immune system. She went back to sit on her bed and that’s when realization hit her.

“Shit.”

Emily headed over to the nearest pharmacy and picked up three different pregnancy tests. She needed to be sure her instincts were correct, or hopefully wrong. She quickly paid for her things and went back to her apartment to finally get an answer to her question.

The tests were all laid out on the bathroom counter and she set a timer for three minutes. Please, be negative. Please, be negative. Please, be negative. The timer went off and Emily took a deep breath before she took a look at the tests. All of them were positive. Her knees gave out and she began sobbing on the floor.

Emily knew right away that Aaron was the father. She hadn’t been with a man for months before their one night stand. There was no way she could tell him, with her still being angry at him and not having any clue on how to reach out. Emily was aware that she had no right to be upset with Aaron. It was a one night stand after all. But with the way he treated her, she thought he at least cared for her, too. He still left without telling you, she told herself.

She then thought about what happened to her at fifteen, when she got an abortion with the help of Matthew. The truth is, Emily has always wanted to be a mother, but she knew she couldn’t handle taking care of a child at that age.

Now, she was given a second chance. She was aware of the consequences of keeping it. She was still in college and wanted a career that could cause her to travel to various places, not to mention being in the FBI could put her and her child at risk. But those thoughts were pushed aside when Emily imagined herself carrying her own baby in her arms. She swore she would protect her child with her life.

At that moment, Emily’s decision was already made. She was going to finish college and pursue a career in the FBI, all while being a mother and not having the father in the picture.

3 Months Later

Emily was now five months pregnant with her baby. Once she informed her mother, they stopped talking for a while until Elizabeth finally gave in and wanted to be part of her grandchild’s life. In her mind it was her way of making it up to Emily after not being there for her when she was younger.

Emily graduated college and put her career on hold until she gave birth. She wanted to focus all her attention on the pregnancy so that she and her baby are healthy.

Pam eventually found out about her friend and even offered to drive Emily to every single doctor’s appointment and wherever else she needed to go. She even came along with Emily to help her find a bigger apartment since her current one was not suitable for a baby.

At one of her appointments, Emily’s gynecologist told her that the sex of her child could already be determined. She quickly informed the doctor that she wanted it to be a surprise and wait until their birth.

After the appointment, Emily headed over to her mother’s house for a quick lunch. Elizabeth and her daughter started spending more time together and she hoped that they could move on from the past and start anew. Emily was reluctant at the idea at first but eventually gave in because even with what happened before, she loved her mother and wanted her baby to grow up with their grandmother. She arrived at the house and was greeted by her mother at the door.

“Emily, dear, how was the appointment? Is my grandchild a boy or a girl?” Elizabeth asked while hugging her daughter.

“Hi, mom. And yea it went well. I decided to wait until I gave birth to find out the sex.”

Elizabeth frowned at her statement but then remembered it was Emily’s pregnancy, not hers, and that she was the one to make all the decisions. She then changed her frown to a smile and hugged her daughter once again.

“I’m extremely proud of you, you know. And I’m sorry for not saying it enough. You are an incredible daughter and I’ll be sure to remind my grandchild how amazing her mother is. I love you, sweet pea.”

Emily tried to control her tears but due to her hormones, she started sobbing into her mother’s shoulders. ‘Sweet pea’ was what Elizabeth called her when she was younger.

“I love you too, mom. God, I’m sorry for the tears,” Emily laughed.

Elizabeth gave Emily a kiss on the forehead and led her inside.

After lunch was over, Emily drove back to her place and received a call once she got settled on her couch.

“Hello, is this Emily Prentiss?”

“Yes, this is her.”

“Congratulations, Miss Prentiss. I just called to inform you that you got the apartment on Greene Street. Are you still up for it?”

“Oh my god, yes of course! Thank you so much!”

“I’m glad to hear it. Would you be able to stop by tomorrow at noon and fill out some paperwork?”

“Tomorrow is perfect. And thank you once again.”

“It’s no problem at all. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Have a nice day.”

“You, too.”

Emily did a little happy dance on her couch, keeping in mind her small bump.

“Well, my little one, it looks like we got a place now. It’s just gonna be the two of us for a while. Mommy loves you so much and she’ll do whatever she can to make sure you remember that.”

At the end of her small speech, the exhaustion caught up on the soon to be mother and she fell asleep.

4 months later

Emily was now close to her due date and ready to pop. With the help of her mother and Pam, she was already moved into her new apartment. Pam and her went baby shopping a few times, buying a crib, clothes, diapers, a stroller, and little toys. Even though there was another room dedicated to the baby, Emily decided to have the crib be placed in her room to keep them closer to her. Everything was all set up, the only thing missing was the baby.

Emily was walking over to the kitchen when she felt something wet dripping down her legs. She looked down and realized her water broke. She immediately called Pam while grabbing her go bag.

“Hey, Pam, my water just broke. Can you please drive me to the hospital? I’m starting to cramp and I don’t think I can make it to my car.”

“Shit, okay, Em, I’m close to your apartment. Just give me a few minutes. Baby Prentiss is about to make their appearance!”

Emily smiled at her friend’s enthusiasm and hung up after saying goodbye.

“Ow, fuck,” she cried.

Emily came to the conclusion that her painful cramps were actually contractions. As the last one was over, Pam used her keys to unlock the door and helped Emily out to her car.

“Are you ready for this, Em?” Pam asked as the two of them were buckled in.

“At this point, I’m ready for everything. Let’s have this baby.”

“Mom, it hurts so much,”

“Shh shh, I know sweet pea. Your baby is almost here.”

Emily called her mother in the car and never in Elizabeth’s life did she move so quickly. She met Emily at the hospital and checked her into one of the rooms. She and Pam stayed inside to comfort her.

“She’s right, Em. That just means Baby Prentiss is gonna make their appearance soon,” Pam said while holding her hand.

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation and the doctor came in.

She went over to examine Emily again to see if she was ready to give birth.

“Miss Prentiss, it looks like you’re about ten centimeters dilated. I’ll go ahead and call in the nurses to set up.”

Once the doctor left, Emily started panicking.

“Oh god no, I’m not ready. What if I’m a bad mother? What if my child hates me?”

Elizabeth stroked her daughter’s hair and said, “Emily, dear, listen to me. You will never be a bad mother. I saw how you were during this pregnancy. Your child will be extremely lucky to have you as their mother. I know you’re going to love them unconditionally.”

Emily teared up at her mother’s statement and squeezed her hand.

“Thanks, mom.”

The doctor returned with a few nurses and everything was set up right away.

“Alright, Emily, when I tell you to push, I want you to push as hard as you can, okay?”

Emily nodded at her words and prepared herself for one of the most painful experiences of her life.

“Push!”

Emily pushed with all her strength and laid her head back on the hospital bed.

“I’m gonna need you to push again, hun. Just one more after this and you’ll finally meet your little one. Push!”

She pushed again, indescribable pain on the lower half of her body.

“One more, Emily, you can do it. Push!”

Emily pushed to the best of her ability and felt relief at the sound of cries that filled the room.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl.”

She smiled at the announcement and watched her mother cut off the baby’s umbilical cord. The nurses quickly cleaned her up and wrapped her in a pink blanket. The baby was laid on Emily’s chest and the new mother placed a soft kiss on her daughter’s head.

“Do we have a name?” one of the nurses asked.

Emily thought about names for a few months. She settled on one for a boy and another for a girl. Now that her daughter was here she could finally use the name she came up with

“Her name is Charlotte Natalia Prentiss.”

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neenahnah21 · 4 years ago

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Find my Way Back Home IV

Summary: Bucky Buchanan Barnes is smitten to a four insignia military officer—you. How do you think things will unfold?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,556

Warning: Swearing?

All of those exchange between Bucky and you fold right before the teams waking. Never did they anticipated that a certain you who's well poised and compose would loose it. And when you left the facility, the ambiance of your upset demeanour still lingers—palpable.

The hours that past seems to be the longest to Bucky. With those time he was able to reflect his action, how irrational and disrespectful it was. How unlikely of him to lash out on you.

Regardless of the situation given, you were still his senior, superior and most of all the commanding in chief of every individual in the compound.

But still, you can't fully blame him for showing a raw reaction, it is something that didn't took you by surprise. Bucky felt extremely agitated by the fact that you just freely let loose the people who's been part of his unending nightmare and restraints from horror.He felt like he was being blatantly deprived by the justice he's longing for— and he can't stomach the fact that of all people it must be you who will be behind it. But there must be a great reason why you've employed those orders, that he realize now and he was quietly beating himself for being so impulsive and snapping out.

He looks at the clock that is hanging at the wall, they've just arrive at the facility room where AAR are usually done. You're late. A first time in never to happen and it sends Bucky at edge. Thousands of things were running into his mind, is he the reason? were you that mad? did he really push your buttons? are you not coming? were you ok? where are you? time pass now way too quickly for his liking. 15 minute that is prior to the 15 minutes pass and still you were in no sight.

"Are you ok pal?" Steve asked, looking his friend so tense sends him on edge as well.

"She's still not here" he just answer.

Steve tried to comfort his friend saying that something must of have demanded your attention and that you must be on your way, beside it is only 15 minutes that pass, there's still 15 minutes that is left for waiting. Something in Bucky was telling him that it was not the reason. Something must of have happened or the reason of your still absence must be him—he's loosing it. Steve would only reassure him that it just his nerves that making him this anxious and he might be just overthinking.

But another 10 minutes pass and you're still not around. Now he was worried. Shit.

He waited for another 5 minutes and when the clock finally indicated that 5 minutes were about to pass he took it upon himself to find where you were. He was just about to leave the room when the door burst open revealing you in your glory, a little frazzled and out of breath but when you saw the team right before you, you're quick to collect yourself and be back at your stance.

You straightened your back and walked daintily towards them.

"I'm sorry I'm late, something came up" you said solemnly, you're not late Bucky thought, you're just in time.

But then it occurred to him your military rule, being on time is considered late and being early is just on time.

"Anyway, shall we proceed now to the main course?" the team was quick to nod their heads in agreement.

Assessments were made, errors were being pointed out, recommendation were being raised.

"It's just weird" Tony commented and all eyes were now on him.

"There's no trace of violent extraction of information in the system, there's no trace of unfamiliar program that's been use to encrypt in order to attain the stolen data, and my ego would definitely not accept the fact that my security system were deteriorating already"

The team were in deep thought of that, but that's the reason why you were late, you've taken the matters in your own hand already.

"Clearly there's a mole here" you've retorted and the team agreed that it must be the most logical situation.

You can't compromise the upcoming missions though, of raiding a HYDRA base, just because of this happening.

"But we can't compromise the mission just because of this" and the team agreed to that, so you asked them about what could be your possible layout plans.

Everyone gave a new suggestion on how to siege their base and you just nod, calculating every given proposal, weighing the pros and cons of it.

"Ok very well then, I've heard you all"

"But then there's a lot of loopholes there, we can't afford to commit error. The prior plan we've made, that one was the impeccable one so we must stick to it" and this earned pretty much a violent reaction from every member of the team.

Saying how foolish that one would be, you're not having any of their whining though.

"That plan was disclose now, the layout of it were part of the stolen files" Bucky said in a matter of factly tone, not that you don't know it.

"I know" you've replied shortly and then they threw a questioning look.

"Then why are we sticking to it? If it is pretty much revealed already to the enemy? Was this a suicide mission?" Bucky retorted, and the team then seconded it.

You just dismissed them. Adamant to get at the end of this for them to finally see your point.

"In our formed tactics if you were the enemy how will you counterattack it?" you asked ignoring there puzzled looks

"Mostly from behind, outnumbered the enemy and ambushed" they answered.

"Precisely, they are gonna assault us from behind to take us by surprise thinking we're gonna attack them in front. Let them think that. Most leaders of war don't win them without deceiving the enemy. So we're counter attacking their counter attack. Clear?" they nodded hesitantly still not fully grasping it yet so you continue shedding them your light.

"Let the enemy think that they incapacitated us, we're gonna play like how a cat would to a mouse. Let them think they're one step ahead of us, which they are. We're gonna feign weak and immobility and then pounce at them when they grew at ease. Attack them when they least expect. They might be one step ahead of us but we are twice step ahead of them. Are we clear?" you can now see that they're finally seeing your point, they can now see the art of your work so they just nodded and hum in understanding.

"It is important for you to know your capacity and keenness in field but above that it is a necessity to know your enemy's thinking to ensure victory. Knowing oneself is not enough, you might achieve your goal by that but it would only be out of luck. Knowing how your foe works will enables you to know how to move with precision and no error—and that is the sure ease win. It will not be a one time victory but rather an endless one." you clarified and now your prior actions and decision were starting to finally make sense. Your willingness to offer the enemy an small insight about you just to fully unravel them. A small sacrifice for a greater cost. A pretty smart move, now that can Bucky fully assess it.

"Are you copying that?"

"Ma'am, yes ma'am!"

"Good! now, we're laying the plans, first we will follow what has been priorly discussed, follow the tactics. But then the counter attack for their counter attack would be me and Natasha at the first base, Agent Romanov be on my six. Steve and Bucky, since you're the blue buddies always BOLO, Rhodey and Bruce will have the frontal assault, we're going for the offense as defense while Sam and Clint were incharge for the defense as offense, youre the assault from behind. After retracting the documents and file by Tony, we're then going for Guerrilla tactics, obviously we need to move on the double, are we all clear?" you're too engrossed at laying them the tactics and plan that you failed to register the absence of their response.

"Any inconvenience or change of order must be reported to me ASAP, as much as possible don't attract the big green winnie, no smoking and joking in the field always put your head in the swivel and remain Bravo Foxtrot I don't want a gaggle-fuck, if you think that you're being compromise then GTFO ASAP, radio me immediately" you added and the fake cough is what caught your attention. When you brought you face up you are met with their bewildered states.

"What's with the soup sandwich faces? Do you have any saved rounds?" you asseverated.

"Permission to speak ma'am?"

"Well GOFO soldier, granted!" you almost rolled your eyes.

"Uhm do you know how to speak in english?" Bruce said a little hesitant, quietly contemplating if he should voice it out or not.

"Ma'am?" he added in a last minute.

"Uhm, maybe we can break it down to them in layman's term?" Steve suggested.

"Very well then, didn't expect you to be so lost in the sauce but anyway, I'm breaking this down barney style"

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propertyoftoru · 5 years ago

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Loki, 77

A/N: Okay anon I am SO sorry this took so long, someone at my work just quit so we’ve been short staffed and I’ve been picking up the slack, it was also my birthday and Endgame came out on Blu-ray today so I rewatched that and cried alot, But i finally rewrote this after it got deleted so here you go! I hope you like it!

Im not even gonna do warnings, its smut guys.

Word Count: 1398

“There’s people here.”

“I know.”

Sweat was dripping down your body, your heavy breaths echoing off of the walls of the room you were standing in. You were currently warming up for your sparring session with Steve, you had just finished your routine that he had insisted you followed, much to your disliking. He stood his ground when he said that you would be doing HIIT training and you threw a temper tantrum similar to the ones Tony would throw when Pepper wouldn’t allow him to have a cheeseburger. HIIT training was gruesome and miserable, your regimen included but was not limited to, lateral lunges, tuck-ups, plank jacks, squat thrusts, flutter kicks, and star jumps. You hated star jumps, you always felt foolish while doing them. You were required to continue those exercises with minuscule break times until your body was too exhausted to continue, and that was just the warm-up…. Steve never took it easy on you and you were grateful for that but you were always on the brink of collapsing by the time you exited those gym doors. You were currently stretching your already sore muscles by sitting on the floor and reaching for your toes, hoping for some kind of relief from the dull aches. You heard the gym doors open and shut and you looked up expecting to see blonde hair and blue eyes but instead you were met with silky black hair and piercing green eyes. He glanced at your exhausted form while striding across the gym over to Thor who was over by the weights. He engaged in a hushed conversation but his eyes continued to flicker to you every so often. You pretended you didn’t notice and continued to stretch while awaiting Steve’s arrival. You could feel his eyes burning into your back as you stood up and bent over while reaching for your toes.

“Hey! Sorry I’m late, was just finishing up a briefing with Fury. How’s the warm-up going?” Steve said as he jogged over to you a smirk already forming as he noticed the beads of sweat dripping down your forehead. You stood up straight and shot playful daggers at the Captain.

“Oh just wonderful, I can already taste blood in my mouth.” Sarcasm dripping from your facetious tone.

“Good! That means you’re ready to start the hard part!” He said a little too excitedly. Little did he know that you had been practicing with Bucky and Nat and you had a few tricks up your sleeve. You began to circle each other like two lions in a cage, playful smirks plastered across both of your faces. You got into your stance just like Bucky had made you practice a million times until you got it perfect. Left shoulder facing Steve, hips lined up with your shoulders, knees slightly bent, left foot pointed in his direction, fists loose, right hand by your chin, left hand down and in front of your face. Chin down and eyes up. You could practically hear Bucky’s gruff voice repeating those words over and over again.

“Good stance, but your left foot needs to be pointed just a little more.” You knew he was testing you to see if you would glance down and check your footing, but that would leave you distracted and exposed for him to attack. You didn’t take your eyes off of him as you continued to slowly walk in a circle. You let out a breathy chuckle to which he raised an eyebrow.

“Before we get started…you wanna warm up to get ready Gramps? Wouldn’t want you to break a hip.” You shot him a wink and it was his turn to chuckle now, a genuine smile on his lips.

“I’m always ready sweetheart” and with that he was diving towards you attempting to get a hold on you. You were quick to crouch down and slide to his left throwing a jab at his ribs and then sweeping your leg at the back of his knee causing it to buckle. He lost his balance for only a second but it was long enough for you to grab his arm and twist it, swinging your legs around him and wrapping them around his neck. You used all your force and weight to pull him to the ground where you twisted his arm into an armbar, moving your legs over his throat and shoulders. He was laughing now, and at first you felt insulted and pissed but when he tapped the side of your thigh, signaling that he was waving a metaphorical white flag your smiled before releasing him.

“Well done champ, You’ve been hanging out with Romanoff and Buck too much, they’re giving away all my weak spots” You stood up offering him a hand, which he took out of courtesy and not because he actually needed it. You opened your mouth to throw another witty comment in his direction when the sound of a slow echoing clap rang in your ears. You turned to see Loki leaning against the wall, a mischievous grin set ever-so rightfully upon his pink lips.

“Well done indeed, champ. I was not expecting you to take him down so quickly. Color me impressed.” His accented voice stretched smoothly through the warm air, tickling your ears in the most delightful way.

“I could take you down even faster, horns.” You snarked back, an equally mischievous grin splayed across your own lips.

“Oh? Please do try darling. I would love to see a mortal attempt to- oof!” You cut him off by pouncing on him, but he quickly flipped the two of you over, pinning your leg down with his knee and wedging the other between his thighs, locking it in place tightly. He wrapped one of his hands around both of your wrists, using the other to hold himself up. His face was a few inches away from yours and you felt your face warm up from being in such close quarters with the god. He leaned his face down so his lips were resting next to your ear and he whispered.

“I always imagined pinning you down like this but with far less clothes and far less people watching us.” You could practically feel the smirk on his face.

Your face heated up even more because you were sure that Steve would’ve heard that even without his super-hearing.

“Loki! There’s people here!” You whined, squirming under his firm hold.

“I know” He only held you in place tighter and watched as you struggled under him. He leaned down to whisper to you again.

“Perhaps you should skip the rest of your training and meet me in the library?”

So that’s exactly what you did. You gave Steve a half-assed excuse before jogging out of the gym. You knew that he knew exactly why you were leaving your training session early. You entered the library and his lips were immediately on yours, tongue slipping into your mouth instantly. His teeth were biting down on your lower lip needily as he pushed you up against the now closed door. He wasted no time in using his magic to make both of your clothes disappear in a green shimmer. He lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his torso before lining himself up with your soaking entrance. He pushed in slowly until he bottomed out, with a pleasure-filled sigh he rested his head on your shoulder allowing you to adjust to his large girth and length. After a moment he placed both hands on your ass, gripping in firmly and then bouncing you on his cock. You nearly screamed in pleasure as you felt his length deep inside of you, brushing sinfully along your throbbing walls. He rocked his hips in tandem with you bouncing on him and the synergy of it all had him growling like a wild animal.

“You look so fucking good pet, taking my cock so well aren’t you? I’m filling your tight little hole so nicely aren’t I?” You couldn’t even comprehend a response to his filthy words as your orgasm flooded your senses. Your slick walls spasming around him sent him flying into his own oblivion and he nearly dropped you because he was coming so hard. His seed coated your walls and he pulled out before gently placing you on your feet, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You did indeed take me down, darling”

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