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Fighting Fire - Andy Herrera x fem reader (Chapter 4)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: hints of past abuse

word count: 1.683

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Andy's PoV

I could not sleep that night.

Had I pushed her into kissing me? But it felt like she had initiated it.

Had she realized she did not like me after all?

The thought was churning my stomach.

Had I imagined the positive tension between us?

The giddy feeling inside of me had definitely been real.

With her it was feeling different. It felt like I had never been in love before.

“What's up? Not successful yesterday?”, Sully wondered.

“You know about it?”, I noted.

“Hughes knows”, he reminded me.

Perfect explanation.

“It's complicated”, I brushed it off.

“How so?”, he questioned, taking a sip of his protein shake.

“It was all going well. We kissed. And then she basically closed the door in my face”, I enlightened him.

“Ouch”, he remarked.

“Yeah ...”, I agreed.

I sighed. “I dunno what to do. Do you think she'll still show up for the clinic?”

“You know her. She wouldn't let us down, no matter her feelings”, he considered.

“Yeah, because she's great and I … ugh!” I took a deep breath to calm myself. “I'll go help set everything up.”

I stopped in my tracks when I spotted (f/n) walking by with Carina. The two seemed to come along well. I wondered if (f/n) had told her anything about us.

I shook the thought out of my head and began helping the others.

Jack and Warren were already deeply focused while Vic and Travis were joking around.

“Hey, Andy.” (f/n)'s voice ripped me out of my thoughts.

Where had she come from all of a sudden?

“I know everyone's busy, but can we talk for a few minutes?”, she requested.

“Sure”, I agreed immediately, hoping that my countless questions would be finding an answer.

After settling on the couch together, she took a deep breath while fidgeting with her hands.

“I'm sorry for yesterday. For the way I treated you especially, but also for kissing you”, she proposed.

The pain in my chest was immediate.

“Don't get me wrong”, she quickly added, finally meeting my eyes. “I do like you. But I'm not ready for it. I'm not even sure if you wanted it. I … I'm so sorry. I dunno what's gotten over me.”

I gently placed my hand on hers. “It's okay to be confused and overwhelmed. Just so you know … I did enjoy our kiss. But we can go back to being friends for now if that's what you're comfortable with”, I suggested.

“Thank you”, she whispered.

I pulled her into my arms because she appeared like she urgently needed a hug. She had probably not gotten any more sleep than I had.

Our relationship was not at the point I wanted yet. But at least knew that it may be some day.

Back down at the clinic the mood was fantastic and we were ready to chime in.

I lost myself in my work, in a positive way of course.

After having the conversation with (f/n) I was feeling more rooted, able to focus again.

The clinic was busy today and it was a welcome change compared to our usual work, which I still loved dearly of course.

Just as I was about to look after the next patient I noticed (f/n) refilling some stuff while another woman was talking to her.

Sure, nothing out of the ordinary, but (f/n)'s body language was.

Her whole body was tense as if she was trying to shrink into herself. In one word: defensive. I did not like seeing her like that.

So I made my way over.

“Hey, (f/n). Need any help with that?”, I offered, pointing at the bandages.

For a second relief flooded her image. “Sounds great actually”, she remarked.

Then she turned back to the other person. “Kate, I told you I need to work. And I don't wanna see you anyway”, (f/n) clarified.

I had heard that name before. But in what context?

“I wouldn't need to bother to come here if you just answered my calls or told me where you live. You could also come over. Come on! I just wanna talk”, Kate proclaimed.

“But I don't. Just leave me alone”, (f/n) demanded.

“Since when are you such a bitch?”, she growled, staring her down.

But (f/n) did not take it. Some part of me was proud of her for it.

She stood up tall when she replied: “Since I finally broke free from you.”

The anger was basically radiating off of Kate, alarming my senses as a first responder.

Luckily she seemed to be able to contain herself and left with a quiet “whatever”.

(f/n) let out a deep breath.

“You okay?”, I reassured.

She nodded. “Sorry you had to see that”, she noted.

“It's not you who made a scene. Was that your ex?”, I wondered.

“Yeah. She's been texting and calling me nonstop, begging me to return to her. She always does that. But I won't budge this time”, (f/n) stated determined.

“I'm here if you need any help, even if it's just talking”, I promised.

“Thank you”, she stated with a soft smile.

Damn! How much I loved that smile. My body was longing for just another kiss, although I knew it was inappropriate.

Getting back to working did help with those urges.

After the shift we all ate together in the kitchen. The usual chaos of everyone chatting at once, enveloping us in laughter.

“I told you! She really thought she had a tick under her arm. But it was just a lint”, Vic exclaimed.

“I still can't believe that”, Maya shot back as everyone had burst into laughter.

“You have no idea how hard it was not to laugh straight in her face. I think I deserve some recognition for that”, Vic declared.

“I definitely couldn't have”, I agreed. “My weirdest case today was someone who asked me if hourglasses were dangerous because they were made out of glass. Honestly I have no idea why he even came to the clinic for that.”

“As if the internet didn't exist”, Travis chimed in.

“Or rational thinking”, Warren considered.

When the shift was over and we settled to go home, I sprinted over to (f/n).

“You've been quiet. You sure you're okay?”, I worried.

“Yeah, it's … I guess I'm just tired”, she brushed it off.

“You want me to come over? We could watch TV together until you go to bed”, I suggested.

I would not want to be alone after her encounter with her ex today. Actually I did not even want her to be alone.

“You sure?”, she hesitated.

“Of course! Watching together makes it way more fun��, I rejoiced.

That was how I started hanging out at her place basically every day. Sometimes she would also come over to mine.

I absolutely enjoyed it most of the time. But sometimes it could also get annoying.

How she was always making sure she was cleaning after me. How she wanted me to always decide which food we ordered or what show we'd watch. How she insisted on always at least helping me with chores.

“I'm grown up, (f/n). I can take care of myself”, I snapped at her when she did not let me clean the kitchen once again.

“But it's not your task. It's my kitchen”, she reminded me.

“You already cooked for us. Just let me do my part”, I resonated.

“But ...”

Something inside of me broke lose as she did not stop discussing such minor things.

“No buts”, I yelled at her. “Why don't you get it? I just want to pull my own weight. I don't want you to do all the work on your own. It's making me feel guilty. You deserve some rest as well.”

I was gesturing around wildly, a habit to bring my point across.

When I was finished with my rant, I saw her again. Really saw her. How she was cowering in front of me, her arms shielding her face, her eyes blinded by unshed tears.

“I'm sorry”, she whispered.

Her shaky hand reached out to give me the wash cloth to rinse the dishes.

I just realized then what damage I had done.

“I … I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm so sorry. If you really wanna clean the kitchen that badly, then you can do it. I just didn't want to use you”, I confessed.

It took a long time after that to show (f/n) that I meant my words.

After our encounter I was more sensitive to yelling and was more observant.

I noticed how she was very jumpy at sudden noises. How she was quick to apologize and justify her actions. How she was scared to upset me.

It really bothered me. So I talked to Maya and Jack about it.

“Sounds like she's on guard”, they agreed.

“But why all of a sudden? She used to be so comfortable around me”, I recalled.

“That was before you basically lived together”, Maya pointed out.

“So …?”, I questioned.

“No matter how you're labeling yourselves, your relationship's getting more serious. Maybe she's scared of that”, Maya considered.

“Or she made some bad experiences with her last girlfriend. I mean … do you know why they broke up?”, Jack considered.

I sighed. “She never talks about it. Of course not. Why would you talk about your ex with someone you're interested in? But I did meet her ex one time. (f/n) definitely wasn't happy to see her which wasn't surprising. Her ex was acting like a bitch.”

“Maybe you should talk to her about it”, Maya suggested. “Usually works best.”

“Woah, since when are you thinking like that?”, I teased her.

“Therapy can make a difference, I guess”, she stated.

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Captain Bishop

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Relationship: Maya Bishop x fem!reader Fluff

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Y/N POV:  I feel my nerves going wild as I walk through the doors of Station 19. I used to work at Station 10 but, I got offered a position here for what reason i'm still unsure but, who says no to a job at the 19? I am really excited because I've heard so many stories about these guys and they're basically famous in the firefighter world.

I look around for a second before seeing someone walking my way.  Andy - "Hey can I help you?" she said with a warm smile.  Y/N - "Yeah, un I'm your transfer from Station 10." Andy - "Oh yeah y/l/n (your last name) right?" Y/N - "Yeah that's me." Andy - "Okay great, uhm I'll go get Captain Bishop to give you the run down." Y/N - "Okay thank you." Andy - "Oh, I'm Andrea Herrera by the way, but call me Andy."  She extended her hand for me to shake and I took it. Y/N - "Okay Andy." She gave me a smile and turned towards a door that I assume leads to the Captain's office, considering it had 'Captain Bishop' plastered across the front I would think I'm right, and she knocked on the door opened it and said Andy - "Hey Bishop the new girl's here"  Maya - "Send her in."

I walk in and sitting behind the desk is probably the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, and I've seen many in my time. Her piercing blue eyes stared at me her beautiful blonde hair slicked back into a ponytail and a smile on her lips, wow. I sit down on one of the chairs on the opposite side of the desk and wait for her to say something. She speaks up as soon as I sit down. Maya - "Hey, so I'm Captain Maya Bishop, I don't really care if you call me Maya, or Bishop or Captain, like I really don't care but there are a few ground rules here so.." She explains all the rules about the Station like not taking other people things, or food out of the fridge for that matter, or when you're on Aid Car you don't go on calls no matter how big, you stay on your task, and most of all don't be rude or cruel to the others. She told me they're like family and family have each others back which I though was really sweet. Maya - "So now that that's over and done with, let's give you a tour of the place."

She began to lead me round the Station, showed me the locker area, changing rooms, inventory rooms, bedroom type things and so on.

The last place of the list was the beanery because that's when I'd meet everyone. We walked in while the team were eating their breakfast and chatting amongst themselves. Maya - "And this is the beanery the best place in the Station in my opinion."  The crew chuckled and murmured in agreement with her before realising she was giving me a tour. Jack - "Oh hey, you're the transfer from 10 aren't you?" Y/N - "Yeah I am, I'm y/n y/l/n by the way." Jack - "Jack Gibson." Vic - "Victoria Hughes, but everyone calls me vic." Travis - "Travis Montgomery." Dean - "Dean Miller." Andy - "I already told you my name so don't expect another introduction." Everyone laughed at her antics and then invited me and Maya to sit down.

The first minute was awkward but after the ice broke a bit it felt like we'd all been friends our entire lives. I sat next to Maya and to say I was a little nervous would be a massive understatement. I mean, who wouldn't be nervous, she's literally perfect but, she's my captain, she's Captain Bishop and I can't have feeling like that towards my Captain so I just tried to push those thoughts to the back of my mind while we were talking with everyone which surprisingly worked.

Time skip

By this point we were all just doing mind numbing chores like checking the hoses and stocking the rigs when the klaxon rang out.  Klaxon - "Aid Car 19 respond, Apartment fire Maine Street" We all rushed to get our gear on and got in the trucks. Andy was driving, I was in the back and Maya was in the front with Andy. Me and Maya had to stick together today because I'm new and she's the Captain or something like that. I didn't really understand I mean it's not like I'm a rookie I just transferred but whatever, I get to spend the entire shift with Maya, I'm not complaining. Andy slows down and comes to a stop outside a 5 story apartment building with a raging fire on the 3rd floor that was ripping its way through the building. Maya - "Okay people listen up! Herrera, Gibson go get the hoses set up and ready for use, Montgomery, Miller, Hughes start evac in the building get everyone out of there!"  She was so hot when giving orders. Oh my god. I've got to stop thinking like that.  Maya - "y/l/n, you're with me. We're doing a sweep of the building, look for structural damage that could cause harm or poses a threat to our team or possible vics inside and close any and every fire door in that place to help get this beast under control you got it?" Y/N - "Got it Captain." Maya - "Good, okay come on people let's roll."  She yelled that last part out to everyone.

We put on our masks and hooked up our oxygen tanks and set off into the building, the first floor was completely untouched by the fire and only a very small amount of smoke was coming through the vents and a lot of people were already waiting there for evacuation. The same can't be said for the second floor though. The fire had already ripped through the walls and smoke was heavy. It was really fast spreading too, we were dealing with a big one.

As we are making our way through I hear a creaking noise and head to check it out, the fire has spread to the support beams, the building is officially extremely unstable. I radio in my findings and tell Maya. Maya - "Okay, damn. We're gunna have to work a lot quicker than what we though. I've swept the whole of my side are you done?"  Y/N - "Yep, no vics and fire doors are closed." Maya - "Okay good, we're heading up onto the floor that the fire started on so please be careful while we're up there okay?" Y/N - "I will be, same goes for you okay?" Maya - "Yeah don't worry your pretty little head about me." I chuckled and followed behind her as we walked to the stairwell. She had an unfamiliar softness in her tone when she told me to be careful, it wasn't the kind of careful you'd say to anyone or in like a 'you're my friend so I care about you' way, I don't know it was just different. But, I need to put that aside because we have bigger problems right now.

As soon as we open the door to the 3rd floor a wave of heat washes over us, making the pair of us step back a bit.  Maya - "Wow, you got your fire extinguisher?"  Y/N - "Yep, you got yours?" Maya - "Yeah, don't be shy to use it okay? This is a big one and I don't  want you getting injured." Y/N - "Same goes for you Maya, don't try to be a hero, put yourself first."  She smiled before walking in and telling me to take the right side and she'll take the left. 

It had been about 20 minutes since we parted ways and I had just shut the last door and finished my sweep. I looked around and there was no sign of Maya anywhere.  Over radio -  Y/N - "Captain you there?" ~ static Y/N - "Captain Bishop?" ~ static Y/N - "Maya, I need an update." ~ static

Shit. I quickly switch channels and say I'm not getting a response from Maya so I'm going to look for her.  Over radio -  Jack - "Do not go in there alone, wait for backup. That's an order from your lieutenant y/l/n." Y/N - "Gibson! I need to go in it's been over 20 minutes since we split off to sweep so who knows how long she's been down," I say in anger, "I'm going on whether you like it or not." Jack - "Hey! Y/l/n don't you da-"

I switched back to the channel me and Maya were using and tried radioing her again. Still no response. I begin to trace her steps looking at hallways with closed fire doors, which she's obviously not down because she'd close the doors as she comes out so she doesn't block herself in, and finally I see one that's completely open all the way down apart from one, right at the end of the corridor.

As I make my way down I hear that dreaded beep. It was Maya's PASS device. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I quietly mumble to myself as I pick up the pace and follow the sound.

I come to a room and see a collapsed, actually I don't even know what that is but Maya's under it so right now it doesn't matter what it is. I manoeuvre around it and pull up one side that snaps off and i throw it in the other direction. I pull up piece after piece until I finally see her red hard hat sticking out. I don't exactly know what came over me, probably adrenaline but after seeing that I placed my hands under that slab and lift it off her in one big motion. 

I immediately crouch down and check her pulse, stable and strong. Good. As I'm doing this a piece of wall collapses right next to us. So that's what it was. Because of this Maya begins to stir as I try to give her my oxygen mask. Maya - "What happened- hey no no no, you need that." Y/N - "and? so do you, you were crushed by a wall." As I said this another massive flame went up opposite us. Maya - "Y/n listen to me, leave me here, get out now." Y/N - "No way, I'm not leaving you behind, nothing you can say will make me change my mind." Maya - "Y/n pleas-" I cut her off before she can say anything else by licking her up bridal style and I begin walking out of the building. At that point back up had arrived and we're just arriving on the 3rd floor as I was carrying Maya out.  Jack - "I told you not to go in alone!" Y/N - "Yeah well, when your Captain's PASS device is going off and she's being crushed by a wall in a burning building, there isn't really any time to wait for back up Gibson." He sighs and agrees as we walk out. Andy and Jack had handed off the hoses to Vic and Travis and Dean was helping patch people up so, they finished our sweep while I carried Maya out the building. 

As soon as we got outside I took her mask of so she could breath and then took off my own. I walked over to the rig and set her down on a stretcher. She had slipped unconscious again at this point. I put the oxygen mask over her and checked her vitals.  Dean - "Hey, what happened? I heard some commotion on the radio." Y/N - "A wall collapsed on her so I had to get her out but so far from what I can tell from the work up she has no crush injury's and her vitals are stable so she would be just fine." Dean - "That's good, and thank you for saving her y/n. Means a lot and, is a very good first impression." I chuckle and say no problem. My attention is them drawn back to the stunning blonde woman i front of me as she begins to stir.  Maya - "Hey, what happened? Am I okay? I mean I'm not in any pain so I assume I'm okay." Y/N - "Yeah surprisingly you're completely fine, you must be the chosen one or something because when most people have a wall collapse on them they sustain some form of crush injury's but you? None." Maya - "It's because I'm just so awesome and intimidating that the wall was too scared to hurt me." Y/N - "Oh really?" Maya - "Yeah, mhm." I started giggling at her antics "What? You don't think I'm intimidating?" Y/N - "Well... I mean, a smile like yours doesn't exactly scream 'I'm scary be afraid of me!' to be completely honest with you."  Maya - "What's that supposed to mean? You think I've got a nice smile? Because if so then I think your smile is stunning just for the record" Y/N - "I think you've got a beautiful smile. I think you're beautiful."  Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink with this comment and she looked down. Maya - "Thanks, oh and thanks for saving my life as well." Y/N - "All in a days work." Maya - "Oh my god that is so corny!" I laugh at her comment and her smile just widens at me. Maya - "What can I do to repay you?" Y/N - "Now you sound corny, but in all honesty, you don't have to give me anything. It's not like I was just gunna leave you." Maya - "I know what I can do." Y/N - "Oh yeah, and what's that gunna be?" I ask teasingly. She grabs my hand and gets off the stretcher and drags me into the rig. Maya - "Come closer." I take a step closer to her and her other and finds it's way to my hips while the other still clutches my hand. She's a few center meters taller than me so I have to look up at her, her shining blue eyes that are usually so hard to read are now filled with love and care. I blush and look down. She brings a finger to my chin and makes me look up at her. Maya - "Hey, don't look away. Then I won't get to see your pretty face and, I won't get to give you your payment." Y/N - "Which is?" I ask completely clueless as to what's about to happen. She takes one look at me and her eyes flick down to my lips before she leans in. I was shocked at first and didn't respond but after snapping back to reality I kissed her back. Our mouths glided against  each other as if we'd done it a million times before. Her soft lips felt like heaven on mine. She ran her tongue across my bottom lip asking for access with I happily granted. My hand made its way up into her hair as her hand that was on my hips gravitated towards my waist. I pulled away to catch my breath. Y/N - "You know that was probably the best payment ever." Maya - "Really? Well you'll love the next part back at my house tonight, and tomorrow night at Joe's when I take you out." Y/N - "Oh really?" Maya - "Yep, so what do you say?" She seemed nervous. I made the Maya Bishop nervous? Wow. Y/N - "I would love to, especially the first part." She laughed and gave me a peck on the lips and let go of me. Maya - "I'll see you after the shift then." I said bye and watched her leave to go help patch up some vics.

How had I gotten so lucky?

[collecting-stories]

November 29 - Racetrack Higgins

Request: can I request a little racetrack or finch x fem!reader where she has press night for a broadway show they’re in (your choice!) and he is just admiring her, maybe with a little 62 and 80 from prompt list?

A/N: I decided to set this in 1899 instead of doing an AU so I changed the zipper line because zippers weren't used on clothing until 1925. The play is Ben Hur, which premiered on Broadway on November 29 1899 and was a massive success at the time.

Broadway Masterlist

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You didn’t want to admit it but you were terribly nervous. Katharine was there in the bustle of people and press who had the privilege of attending the show that evenings, a rather exclusive who’s who of New York City elite, and you felt out of place, even in your new dress. It was nicer than anything you’d ever worn before, the sort of thing meant to impress wealth and prestige and yet, it felt like it was suffocating you. 

As your co-star answered questions about the play you stood beside him, listening but hardly able to pay attention. While Katherine’s presence was reassuring, it didn’t quite provide the calm feeling that you were looking for. What you really wanted, as silly as it may have sounded to these people, was to be back at the boarding house with everyone. With nobody to impress, or at least with people who didn’t need you all dolled up in fancy clothes that felt like they were suffocating you, flashy red shoes and rogue on your cheeks. You just wanted to be back sitting on the rooftop with Racetrack, trying to stay cool in the summer and listening to all the sounds that threatened to keep you awake. 

Katherine called your name softly as she came up beside you, offering the sort of well-mannered greeting (a polite kiss to your left cheek and a reassuring hand on your wrist) that belonged in upper society circles. “Seems you have an admirer.” She teased and you finally looked away from all the stuffy jackets and skirts in the room. 

“What?”

“Look,” she instructed, nodding her head back so that you looked just beyond her shoulder. Standing there near the exit, in nicer clothes than you knew him to own, was Racetrack. Jack was standing with him, grinning at all the people hobnobbing their way about the lobby. Racetrack was looking right at you though, nothing seemed able to distract him as he stood there, grin on his face, watching you receiving praise from all the wealthy theatre goers of New York City. 

When he realized that Katherine had told you he was there, he waved and mouthed a silent ‘hello’ to him. You held your hand up just enough that he could tell you were waving back and then you pointed off to the side, nodding your head in the same direction just in case Racetrack didn’t get the message to meet you at the side door. He nodded. 

“You think anyone would mind if I sneak off?” You chanced asking Katherine, “just for a moment?” 

“I’ll cover for you, promise.” She replied. 

You snuck off as quietly as possible, weaving through the crowd and then slipping through the double doors into the theatre. You walked the empty aisle down to the stage, through the back and to the side door where Racetrack stood, already inside.

“You were supposed to wait for me to let you in.”

“Picked the lock,” he shrugged, smiling at you. There was a deep blush across his freckled cheeks as he stared at you, “you look beautiful, prettier than those Gibson girls.”

You couldn’t stop the smile on your face as you moved closer to him, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. You and Racetrack had been friends for as long as you had been living on the street and you had liked him just as long. You’d wasted money on dances before, gone along with friends who were looking for a more secure future than a newsie had the means to offer, but nothing had ever stuck. You loved Race and you knew you did and whether it was the way he was looking at you or the fact that all your nerves had been calmed at the sight of him or even just the knowledge that it was your name on the marquee outside tonight, you wanted to make sure that he knew how much you loved him. 

“Wow,” Racetrack looked a little dumbstruck when you pulled away, a dopey smile on his face, “thanks.”

“Thanks?” You nearly laughed, “...your welcome?”

“No I didn’t mean...I just meant...aw hell,” he shook his head before leaning forward initiating another kiss. 

You had a marquee with your name on it and hundreds of guests crowding into the theatre to see you but all that felt like second best to the feeling of kissing Racetrack. You felt like there were butterflies in your stomach as you leaned back against the dressing table that had been set up in the tiny closet of a room you’d been given backstage. Outside the closed door you could hear footsteps and voices, people bustling around now that the preshow cocktail hour was over. Soon you’d be expected, ready and in costume, to go onstage. 

“Racetrack,” you pushed gently at his chest, “Racetrack, I have to get ready.” 

He nodded his head in understanding, though he didn't look ready to let go of you just yet, "I know," he lamented. And then, leaning in again, "I know I've kissed you like ten times but just another ten please?"

Before you could protest, a knock on your door let you know that you were expected out on the side stage, ready for your entrance. "I have to go," you insisted, pulling away. This time he let you though you didn't get too far, turning your back to him and looking over your shoulder, "can you help me do up this dress? Since you've somehow managed to undo it." 

Racetrack smiled, holding up his hands and wiggling his fingers, "nimble fingers," he replied. He did up your dress though, the brightest smile on his face the entire time. "Beautiful."

You could feel your face warm at his compliment. Racetrack always knew how to give your butterflies in your stomach. "Wait until I'm gone," you asked, checking your makeup in the mirror behind him, "I don't need anyone thinking I'm a charity girl."

"That'll be comical...after tonight you'll be the one giving me gifts for favors." Race teased, laughing when you swatted at him, "you think they got a name for that? A bloke who gets gifts from his girl, instead a the other way 'round?"

"I'll see you after the show," you promised, opening the door just enough that you could sneak out of your dressing room and blowing him a kiss that he caught and pressed to his heart.      

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Emergency

Pairing: Jack Gibson x Reader

Summary: A tunnel explosion has a lot of people seeking medical attention at Grey Sloan Memorial and Gibson winds up being one of them.

Warnings: mention of blood & death

First Station 19 fic ever, hope you all enjoy this one!

MASTERLIST

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“What’s going on Dr. Bailey?”

Y/N fastened the protective gown and slipped her hands into the latex gloves as she stood in the ambulance bay filled with other attendings and interns. There was a loud explosion a couple miles out from Grey Sloan Memorial which was anything but good.

“There was an explosion in the tunnel, from what I’ve been told thus far is that we should be prepared to take in a lot of burn patients.” Meredith nudged the trauma attending with her elbow with a cheeky smile on her face.

“He’d be here soon enough you know.” Y/N rolled her eyes at Grey’s not so subtle hint at the Lieutenant that belonged to Station 19, Jack Gibson.

“Mer we have bigger things to deal with other than my depressing love life.”

“It doesn’t have to be depressing if you do let him take you out on a date.”

“Who’s going on a date?” Carina and Link now joined the pair which only made Y/N mentally facepalm herself.

“Carina you are just the person I need to talk too-”

“Don’t listen to her Carina, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” The OBGYN flicked her eyes between Y/N and Meredith, Meredith silently telling her to not pay attention to the annoyed attending. Before she had the chance to ask a question the aid car belonging to Station 19 pulled up without their sirens on and they’re not in any rush meaning that the patient is D.O.A.

The door opened and Gibson hopped out the back, his eyes finding Y/N’s at the front of the crowd. Bailey and Schmitt went over to assist with the removal of the patient and Warren gave them a run-down of what’s going on. Carina, however, observed the looks shared between Y/N and the Lieutenant, then it hit her. The conversation from before was about her and Jack but what could Meredith need her help with?

Another aid car pulled into the ambulance bay followed by another breaking whatever trance the two were trapped in. Y/N and Hunt sprung into action, rushing over to the nearest one.

“What do we got?”

“Forty-five year old male, bp ninety over fifty, as you can see he’s got shrapnel in his gut and legs from the blast-"

"Where's my daughter? I need my daughter!" The man on the stretcher began pulling at the neck brace and fighting against Owen.

"Sir you're at Grey Sloan Memorial, I'm sure your daughter is right behind you. Let's get him to trauma one." Y/N threw a final glance at Gibson as they wheeled the man into the hospital.

Burns, shrapnel removal and stitches were her rotation of patients that were brought in from the explosion site. She'd lost one patient so far today, the man from earlier, the shrapnel had perforated his intestines and while they were trying to repair the damaged organs, his heart gave out during surgery. Thankfully, she didn't have anymore patients that required surgery because she wouldn't have been able to handle another patient dying on her table.

Y/N snagged a chip from Maggie and popped it into her mouth, the cardio attending didn’t even bat an eye at her. Y/N was glad to be off her feet for the first time since this morning. It's currently four in the afternoon and the influx of patients have slowed down somewhat.

“This is the longest shift I’ve worked in a while, I could do without being-” her pager went off again and Maggie laughed watching as she ran out of the cafeteria to wherever she was paged to. Y/N made it down to the trauma floor in time to see Gibson being wheeled in on a stretcher this time, whatever tiredness she previously felt left immediately.

“Jack? The hell happened?”

“Heyyyyy Y/N.”

“He got hit in the head by a concrete slab trying to get a little girl out of the rubble.” Owen and Warren transferred him from the stretcher onto the bed in trauma two. When they were finished, Warren escorted Hughes out of the room to give us space to do our job.

“Jack how are you feeling?” Y/N flashed her penlight into his eyes and he followed the light with his pupils.

“Never been better.”

“He’s responsive but I’d like to get a CT scan done just to make sure that everything’s alright.”

—--

Jack quietly watched her as she updated his information on the tablet. They had just brought him down from getting the CT scan done, thankfully there wasn’t any damage done to his brain but he does have a concussion.

“You know if you wanted her attention so bad you could’ve talked to her like a normal person this morning. You got her running scans and looking after you no- oh hey, Y/N.” Hughes and Warren awkwardly turned on their heels to scurry away. Jack couldn’t believe those two just outed his feelings like that with her right in the room.

“I’m sorry about them.”

“It’s fine but they do have a point. A simple hello would have done the trick.” Y/N took a seat in the chair next to his bedside.

“Where’s the fun in that? I got to experience having a scan of my brain done and not to mention, I got you as my doctor.” The pair started laughing but it was cut short by him wincing in pain from his concussion.

“Gibson”

“I’m alright, it's just a really bad headache.”

“I should let you know that I’m keeping you here for observation for a few hours just to be sure that you’re okay and I’m not half-assing my job.” Her pager beeped in her coat pocket, she was needed in the pit. If Jack could’ve taken the black device from her hands and thrown it out the window, he would’ve. They’d just begun having a proper conversation and she’s being paged elsewhere.

“I have to get going but I’ll be back to discharge you but if I don’t, I’m sure doctor Hunt will. Remember to take it easy for the next couple days and rest up.” On that note, Y/N took off sprinting to get down to the pit barely scraping past Jack’s coworkers who stood out in the hallway.

She couldn’t wait for this shift to be over with.

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It’s been three days since the whole explosion and Y/N was looking forward to another busy day at work as there were rarely any slow days at Grey Sloan. Thermos in hand, Y/N entered the attending’s lounge/change room gaining Meredith’s attention.

“Good morning, nice flowers.” Y/N placed her coffee filled thermos on the table to examine the beautiful bouquet of red roses and sunflowers.

“Good morning and those aren’t for me.”

“Really, then who’s it for-” Her words died off as her eyes finally landed on the card stuck between it with her name on it. Plucking the card out she turned it over to see if there was any indication as to who sent her flowers on a random Friday morning.

I didn’t get to thank you properly so I hope this makes up for it.

Gibson :)

Y/N’s cheeks flushed at Jack’s kind gesture; she made a mental note to thank him for getting her her favourite flowers. Speaking of which, how did he know what her favourite flowers were?

“I’m going to guess that you or Carina had a part to play in this.” Y/N moved to start changing out of her peach blouse and dark washed jeans into her dark blue scrubs and sneakers.

“I can’t speak for Carina but I know I didn’t.” Opting not to push any further, Y/N slipped on her white coat and left to start her rounds for the day.

"Good morning doctor Y/L/N I'm on your service today."

"Good morning Helm, let's get started." Y/N lead the way to their patient’s room for their postoperative evaluation.

Helm went over the patient’s chart and they both answered any questions their patient’s had before moving on to the next patient. They were just about finished with morning rounds when her pager went off.

"Helm move it."

The pair quickened their pace down to the emergency room in time to see Hughes, Gibson and Hunt rolling in a patient with a branch of a tree lodged in her shoulder.

"Oh God."

"Helm keep it together. Hunt, you paged." Owen looked up from the unconscious patient.

"Yeah, I need your help with this. Helm book O.R. two, tell them we're coming up." A nurse came and hooked up the patient to IV fluids and the others prepared themselves to move the patient for surgery.

"Go on up, I'll meet you there." Jack and Vic were changing the sheet on their gurney and Y/N took this time to talk to the Lieutenant.

"I'm gonna grab some snacks from the vending machine." Jack was confused about Vic's sudden change in behaviour until he followed her line of sight to see the doctor he's had a crush on for quite a while, walking over.

"It's good to see you back at work Gibson."

"It's good to be back, concussions aren't fun at all."

"No they're not. I wanted to say thank you for the flowers, they're beautiful." Jack smiled down at her, pleased to know that she received his gift.

"But how did you know what flowers to get me?"

"I honestly didn't, I wanted to stick with the traditional roses but the sunflowers reminded me of how much you light up a room and I decided to mix them both." Y/N blushed at his words looking anywhere but up at Jack.

"I know you have to get going but would you like to go out for dinner sometime?"

"I'd love too but I really should get going. Have a good shift and you better not be brought in on that gurney again Lieutenant."

"Yes ma'am, see you later."

Jack released a breath he hadn't noticed that he was holding and Vic patted his back, she had been watching the pair from by the vending machine and was pleased to see her friend finally ask Y/N out.

"She said yes to dinner and she loved the flowers."

"Nice job Romeo, let's get back to work."

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It's only fair that I start writing for Station 19 since I'm already writing for Grey's.

[budgiesunset]

•Welcome•

Hi please call me Budgie,

I love writing. I mainly post X reader stories. Also for privacy reasons I’m not going to be showing my face or saying my name hope you understand but I did find this picture that sort of looks like me which is my profile picture. And I will be going by the name Budgie since it is apart of my username. My favorite color is yellow and I am learning Spanish at the moment. I have two pets a Jack Russell called Luna, a German Short Haired Pointer (GSP) called Milo and a Budgie called Rio. My favorite subject is Science and my favorite book series is School For Good And Evil which has come out with a movie on Netflix BUT my favorite movie franchise is Fast and Furious and a close second and third is Lord Of The Rings and The Hunger Games.

Requests Open

•Who I Write For• -Avatar (mainly way of water)

>Lo’ak >Neteyam >Spider >Kiri >Anuong >Sully!Reader

-Fast and furious

>Torreto!Reader >Vince >Brian >Dom >O’Conner!Reader >Roman

-Narnia

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-Marvle

>Wanda >Nat >Clint >Thor >Peter >Pietro >Stark!Reader >Barton!Reader >Parker!Reader >Romanoff!Reader >Maxinoff!Reader >Marvle Cast

-The hunger games

>Finnick >Peter >Katnis >Everdeen!Reader >Malark!Reader >Gale

-Lord of the rings / the hobbit/Rings of Power

>Aragon >Legolas >Elf!Reader >Theo >Galadriel

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-Wednesday

>Wednesday >Enid >Xavier >Tyler >Ajax >Addams!Reader

-Mighty ducks

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-The sandlot

>Benny >Yeah-Yeah >Phillips >Kenny >Phillips!Sister >Yeah-Yeahs!sister

-Bondi Rescue (aka best show of all time)

>Any of the life guards >Child!Reader

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-Harry Potter

>Ron >Bill >Fred >George >Charlie >Ginny >Herminone >Harry >Mattheo >Luna >Seamus >Oliver >Black!Reader >Malfoy!Reader >Granger!Reader >Riddle!Reader >Potter!Reader >Weasley!Reader >Lovegood!Reader

-Surviving Summer

>Baxter >Bodhi (Fem!reader) >Ari >Marlon >Griff. >Torres!reader. >Gibson!reader. >Sousa!reader. >Tetanui!reader. >Mecer!reader. >Radic!reader

-Girl meets world

>Lucas. >Farkle. >Zay. >Maya. >Riley. >Smackle. >Josh

•What I will write•

-Fluff. -Fem!Reader. -GN!Reader. -Angst. -Sister!Reader. -Daughter!Reader. -Child!Reader

•What I won’t write•

-Smut or anything NSFW. -Abuse of any kind. -Anything Racist or Homophobic. -Yandere. -Male!Reader (If there is a request involving this I must politely decline sorry)

And if you have a request for a character or fandom not on this list don’t be scared to ask.

[ssahotstuff]

I posted 2,093 times in 2022

That's 2,093 more posts than 2021!

266 posts created (13%)

1,827 posts reblogged (87%)

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I tagged 513 of my posts in 2022

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#thomas gibson - 77 posts

#aaron hotchner playlist collection - 64 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#once again think im giving cm too much credit but i love the costume choice that the surgeon is fucking drenched with sweat. like so visibly

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hotch x Fem Reader playlist collection 💕

These are stand-alone and do not go together unless stated otherwise.

Hysteria by Def Leppard here

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: age gap, (reader is in college & is Jack's babysitter when Aaron is out of town) alcohol consumption, (but not enough to be drunk,) smut, penetration, oral, (m & f receiving) sexting, light choking, dirty talk, etc.

The lights were dazzling against your shimmery black top as you navigated your way towards your friend Penelope who was waiting for you at the bar. It seemed to be the least crowed spot in the place, and considering it was the first night off you'd had in weeks, you were grateful. You enjoyed babysitting Jack, and you especially enjoyed Aaron, which he insisted you call him despite everyone else calling him Hotch. He was intimidating and full of authority but you were able to see past that. Deep down, he was a caring man who would do anything for the people around him.

He was home for the night, and Jack was at sleep away camp for the week, so you hadn't seen the two of them in a few days. You were starting to miss them, but you didn't want to overstep your boundaries and say anything.

"You look hot," Penelope raved, twirling you around so she could examine your outfit. It was out of your comfort zone, showing off more skin than usual, but with your dark, smoky eye makeup and your skin tight jeans, you felt better than you had in months. The stress of finals and helping Jack prepare for end of the year testing had you in a frazzled mindset but now that it was summer, you and Penny were celebrating. She worked closely with Aaron, and she often tried to convince you that he had the hots for you. It was cliché, sure, wanting the babysitter, but secretly, you would love the opportunity to have him for yourself.

Despite the fact you were with your dear friend, you couldn't shake the man from your mind, and somehow he ended up as the topic of conversation between the two of you. Penelope had a way of getting you to share more than you normally would, and this was no different.

"I know it's bad, he's like my boss," you said sheepishly, your fingers hovering over his name in your contact list. You'd been debating seeing what he was up to on his lonely Friday night.

"Your both adults. And he talks about you, god, it's like your the babysitter of the year," she beamed at you, hyping you up in a way only she knew how to do. In a moment of bravery, you opted to send him a casual message, just letting him know you were thinking about him.

Hey Aaron, I know you're probably busy considering you're off work but I just wanted to see how you were doing. You've been on my mind

You showed Penny the message and she applauded your subtle boldness, and you anxiously sipped on a water in anticipation for his reply. Instead of waiting, you tucked your phone in your bra and took to the dance floor, spinning beneath the kaleidoscope of neon lights until you were dizzy. By the time you decided your feet needed a break, Aaron had replied, and you were surprised to find he was happy to hear from you.

Aaron: Thinking about me on your first night of summer? I'm  flattered. You know you're welcome here anytime. What are you up to tonight?

You gushed before showing Penelope the message, hesitant on how to reply. He seemed flirty, and you wanted to take the chance and flirt back with him, especially if he was serious about you being welcome anytime.

I'm at the bar with Penelope but I'll be leaving soon if you'll be awake?

What are you wearing? Do you need clothes to watch a movie in?

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#4

Home//Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

part one can be found here

this is part 2!! <3

Home//Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: Emily Prentiss convinces Aaron Hotchner to get a nanny, and she knows the perfect girl for the job. You.

word count: 4.6k

Warnings for this series: SMUTTTT of all the types, minors DNI!! any minors that interact with my work with be blocked! my blog is 18+, violence, depictions of ab*se, terror, cursing, drug/alcohol content, death, crime

i will try to be a little more consistent with my post schedule once i figure out what days i'm gonna be revising and what days i'll be posting lmao. ALSO! neither part 1 or 2 have any smut. that comes next ;)

Aaron's POV

The house was peaceful, more peaceful than usual. There would be no more fumbling for my phone in the middle of the night to reach Jessica, no waking Jack at ungodly hours because work called you away. Most importantly, he'd be home waiting for me every time I come back, and I had Y/N to thank for that.

I hadn't lied when I said I had work to finish, that was almost always true. The work never ended, and if it did, it was only brief. It was a hard job, and a heavy load to carry. Having Y/N here was supposed to make that a little easier. And I had no doubts that she would, in certain aspects. The hardest part was going to be keeping her at a distance. I had been scolding myself all evening for reaching out and grabbing her hand, not once, but twice. But I couldn't help it, she was so honest with me about her life. Even though she wouldn't look me directly in the eye, I could tell they held a lifetime's worth of horrors and evil that only survivors and law enforcement had seen. It was the same look I'd harbored too many times.

I expected to have things in common with her but never anything like this.

It was the only thing on my mind as I mindlessly swept through the paperwork and crawled into bed, the clock on the table flashing 2:32 AM. No matter how tightly I shut my eyes, I couldn't sleep. Plagued by insomnia, or worse, and it wasn't easing up anytime soon. Most nights began like this and I'd just end right back up in my office, coffee in hand, working furiously to escape the exhaustion. Tonight was no different, except work was the furthest thing from my mind.

After a split second of deliberation, my coffee was cooling in its mug, and I had returned to my spot on the sofa, the lamp still on from earlier and the television playing softly in the background. This was the nightly routine when I was home: work, try to sleep, fail, sofa. But I couldn't even convince myself to try to sleep. It would come eventually, and I'd be grateful. Until then, The Golden Girls would be keeping me company.

Hardly any time at all passed before I heard the pouring of another cup of coffee, and was joined by Y/N, hair braided back away from her face and her eyes more rested than anyone else you'd seen at 3 AM.

"It's early," she stated, yawning and joining me on the sofa for the second time, tucking her feet at her side as she got comfortable. The only thing that concealed the smile on my face was the coffee in my hands. I wondered how long she'd been awake, and entertained the idea that maybe she'd been waiting on me to stir. For all I knew she could have been just as restless as I was.

"I hope I didn't wake you," I said, but truthfully, I was glad to hear her feet pad across the floor and into the room, even if the hour was entirely too early.

"No, not at all. I smelled the coffee. You don't look like you've been to bed," her free hand tapped repetitively on her leg, same as earlier. That's when I realized that I made her nervous.

"I don't sleep well most nights. I usually always end up here," I admitted, and she nodded in understanding.

"I'm that way sometimes too. I used to be afraid to sleep in a bedroom."

I noticed she was closer now than she had been. She'd positioned herself at my side, knees barely touching my thigh as her coffee mug met her lips once more.

"Tell me why."

"Afraid of settling into a place because I'd just have to leave again, maybe? Even up until recently I had a really bad habit of living out of a bag. All of my most important stuff stayed in my car, that way if we...if I had to leave, I was ready to go. Bedrooms just weren't a symbol of comfort for me."

"I like how you don't hesitate to answer me even if you aren't sure of what I’ll say in return."

It was her turn to look me over, the smallest smile tugging at her lips.

"I like how you tell me what you like."

"Being indirect has never been one of my strong suits."

She nodded, letting the conversation fall silent. She was trying to focus on the TV, and I was too, at first. I was entirely focused on the TV, trying not to dose off, until she sat her coffee cup on the coaster and patted my arm.

"Do you keep blankets in here?" It came out like a whisper, soft and sweet.

I nodded, pointing to the hope chest across the room, watching as she returned with a blanket entirely too big for her. She leaned into the couch on her side, spreading the blanket over her legs and then tossing me the remaining end.

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Home//Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: Emily Prentiss convinces Aaron Hotchner to get a nanny, and she knows the perfect girl for the job. You.

word count: 5.5k

Warnings: SMUTTTT of all the types, minors DNI!! any minors that interact with my work with be blocked! my blog is 18+, violence, depictions of ab*se, terror, cursing, drug/alcohol content, death, crime

Let me start by saying I've debated for a week now on whether to share this with anyone. There are intimate details in this story that I put into my writing to use as a coping mechanism, so I ask that you be gentle with me. I have always been interested in writing, but this is the first thing I've shared with the world that I have taken seriously, so please be nice lmao

This story takes place in the Criminal Minds universe, but not to an exact. There are original characters along the way, and some tweaking to the storyline so I can share as few case details as possible. I don't want to ruin anything from the show, so I keep the cases really vague. I will also say it switches from the reader's POV to Aaron's occasionally, but I make sure you know before I switch! Anyway, here's part 1 <3

You were terrified.

And for good reason.

Aaron Hotchner was not the easiest person to win over, especially when it came to something as serious as keeping his son safe. After Jack's mother had been tragically murdered, his full intention was to keep Jack as safe as possible, and that meant finding someone to be with him full time. Jack had stayed with his Aunt Jessica for the first couple of months after he lost his mom, but Hotch was wanting to give Jack stability, and that meant sleeping in the same bed every night, routines, and someone that would always be around, even when Hotch was away with the BAU.

When Emily approached you about the job, you were hesitant, but not about being able to care for Jack. Children were a no-brainer for you. Sure, you didn't have any of your own, but that didn't replace the fact that you had spent the vast majority of your childhood caring for your mother's children in her absence. You knew if you were good at anything, it was taking care of people.

Aaron Hotchner made you... Nervous. While most of it was his demeanor, the majority of it was the undeniable instant attraction you had towards him. He was the definition of dark and mysterious, brooding and handsome. But you couldn't take back the excited "YES!" that escaped your lips a little too quickly about Aaron's interest in meeting with you, or the giddy smile that crept onto your face as you drove towards a most generic coffee shop near the BAU headquarters to meet with Hotch, this being the first time you'd ever been completely alone with him. You'd met him a handful of times at parties Emily hosted or invited you to tag along to, but never sat down and spoke with him face to face.

You weren't surprised to find him with his back to the wall, facing the entrance, a cup of coffee placed strategically on your side of the small table, while he quietly sipped his own. He hadn't spotted you yet, but you arrived a few minutes early, which gave you a spare second to admire the way he looked. He had one hand on his mug, and one stretched out on the table in front of him, statue still. His eyes were trained on his watch hand, no doubt to make sure you weren't going to make a bad first impression and be late.

"Right on time," he observed, watching you slide into your chair opposite of him, his eyes meeting yours as soon as you sat. His lips were pulled in a tight line across his face, making him nearly impossible to decipher. Emily had warned you of that, and you had silently been bracing for it ever since. You were a very emotional person; not in the sense that you cried constantly or anything like that. But you felt deeply, and that wasn't something you had ever been able to hide easily. Sure, you could keep your private life private, and you had plenty of secrets. However, when it came to your emotions, you held those on your sleeve, and you weren't afraid to share how you felt, or how someone else made you feel if the time was right.

"I wasn't sure you'd be here already, I actually got here ten minutes ago," you admit. It was true, but your paranoia about being late anywhere you went caused you to be embarrassingly early everywhere. You were working on it, but it allowed for plenty of time to get from point A to point B, and that's all that mattered to you. Hotch gave a small nod, motioning to the cup of coffee in front of you.

"I wasn't sure what you liked," he began, positioning himself to sit a little straighter as he spoke to you, "it's got cream and sugar."

"That's perfect, thank you," you replied, increasingly aware of Hotchner's eyes on you as you made sure the coffee was to your liking. You gave him a small thumbs-up, which earned an almost smirk out of him.

"Emily speaks very fondly of you. You two must be close," he observes, and while that's partly true, you refrain from telling him the reason why, for now anyway.

You nod your head, clutching your coffee to anchor you. Aaron's voice is deep, so deep that every time he speaks to you, you have to scold yourself, afraid you may say what's on your mind, and that would be messy.

"Yes, we are. I've known her for a long time. Since I was a young girl."

"You can't be older than what, 20? 21?"

You stared at him for a moment before you responded, confused by his general lack of knowledge about you.

"Wait, you didn't run a background check on me?"

He seemed taken aback, studying your eyes, perhaps for any sort of sign that you were joking.

"I didn't."

"That surprises me."

He laced his fingers together, leaning forward to place his elbows on the table. You start to worry he may be angry until he speaks again.

"Do you want me to be completely honest, Y/N?"

"Always. I prefer it, actually."

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#2

Dilf alert.

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My #1 post of 2022

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[doctorstethoscope]

Birthday Boy || Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

just a little something something for Thomas Gibson’s birthday and @ssahotchswife Soft Hotch Saturday! 

contains: food consumption, hiking, ocean/swimming

wc: 1.3k

You had always been big on birthdays, particularly for the people you cared about. You’d decided as a teenager that anything good was worth making great, and anything worth celebrating might as well be worth a parade. So when your boyfriend Aaron’s birthday was rolling around, you were prepared to pull out all the stops.

You’re sitting on the couch together, some baseball game on in the background while you toddle away on your laptop, about to buy tickets to a whiskey distillery tour for him, Rossi, Derek and Spencer when he stops you. 

“Sweetheart, I love that you want to plan all of this for me, but I don’t really do birthdays. I’d really rather treat it just like any other day if that’s alright with you.” he’d stopped you.

“What do you mean? You made brunch and winery reservations for me and the girls on my birthday. I came home to a candlelit dinner and you and Jack made me a cake.” You argued. 

“You love birthdays, and you deserved a special birthday, so I made sure you had one. I knew you’d want one.” He had explained as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

  “You deserve a special birthday too.” You countered. 

“And I’ll have one, with you, and Jack, and probably one of his soccer games and a trip through the McDonald’s drive through before he falls asleep afterwards. And it will be everything I wanted because I spent it with the people that I love.” He had told you simply, and you melted, even if it did go against everything you believed in not to plan every second of the day out to a tee. But of course, you couldn’t do nothing. 

Which is how you found yourself awake before Aaron on his birthday, wrapped in his arms and trying not to buzz with excitement so you could let him sleep. Eventually, he stirs, and you press a kiss to his lips before he can even open his eyes. 

“Happy birthday, my love.” you whispered as sunlight filtered in through the blinds.

“Good morning,” he responds, in that raspy voice he has right when he wakes up.

“Can I get you a cup of coffee?” You ask, and he shakes his head. 

“I just want to hold you for a little bit longer,” he requests. 

“Well I guess, since it’s your birthday,” you teased him with a smirk and he smiled as he pulled you into his side. You threw your leg over both of his, bringing a hand to his chest and stroking your thumb back and forth against his sternum. 

You stay that way for a long while, simply basking in the comfort of one another’s company, before you speak up. 

“So, I know you said you wanted to treat today just like any other day… but I did plan a few things, just in case. I couldn’t let the most amazing man’s birthday pass without doing anything. I kept it simple-- just the three of us, but it’s totally up to you.” You assured him. 

Aaron let out a little laugh at your statement. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to go without planning anything.” He sits up, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you. “What’s on the docket?” He asks with a smile.

“Well, I was looking into a hike on Chincoteague Island, and then I thought maybe we could check out the lighthouse and beach. I found a couple easy hikes that Jack should be able to make with pretty summits.” 

“That sounds perfect, sweetheart. Thank you,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. Your phone buzzed, and you hopped off of his lap. He looked at you, surprised and a little betrayed. 

“Also, I ordered your favorite donuts for breakfast. They’re here. Don’t move,” you explained, dashing to the front door to pay the delivery driver and coming back a few moments later with coffee, a donut, and Jack in tow. 

“Happy birthday daddy!” Jack exclaimed, climbing up towards his father. 

“Thank you, buddy,” he said, smoothing his hand through his son’s hair as you handed him his breakfast. “Did you hear about what we’re going to do today?” he asks.

Jack shakes his head and looks over at you, knowing that you are the master of all things party and celebration prep, and you laugh. 

“I thought we might take Daddy on a hike and then go to the beach, does that sound fun Jack?” 

He nods enthusiastically, and you lead him back to his bedroom to get dressed for the day.  It takes some time, but eventually, the three of you are all packed up and make it out the door towards Chincoteague. The day is thankfully, not too hot while still being warm and sunny. The hike you’d picked was the perfect length for Jack, long enough to have a beautiful view at the summit, but not so long that he was too tired to appreciate it. 

The three of you were sitting at the summit enjoying the view when Aaron spoke up. “I’m glad you suggested this.” 

“I thought you might be,” you smiled, leaning over and pecking his cheek with a smile. 

“Thanks for wanting to celebrate me even though I’m a grumpy old man,” he joked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

You shook your head. “You’re not grumpy or old. You’re a compassionate, intelligent, loving father and boyfriend, and if I had it my way I’d celebrate you every day.” 

He leaned over and kissed the top of your head. “Well, you’re saying this before you have to ice my knees tomorrow. You might change your mind.” He jokes, and you give him a playful shove.

“Says the guy who still racks up more points than the twenty year old recruits during the FBI physical.” 

You sit for a little while longer, letting Jack take pictures with your cell phone to show his friends at school on Monday, and then you make your way back down the mountain, and back to the car so you can head to the beach. 

After the hike, you were more than ready to cool off, but you were shocked by how cold the water was when you ran with Jack and Aaron into the ocean. You tried to turn around and run back out, but Aaron wrapped both arms around your waist and lifted you up, much to Jack’s delight. 

“What do you think bud? Should I drop her?” Aaron teased his son. 

“Yes!!” He squealed.

“Jack!!” You pleaded, smiling. “You have to save me, not help daddy!!”

“Come on, Jack. It’s dad’s birthday. Don’t you think I should dunk her?”

“Yes, yes yes!” Jack exclaimed, already splashing you. 

Aaron, the smug bastard, winked at you before dropping you into the salty water. You gasped as you felt your skin form goosebumps from head to toe.

“You’re going to pay for that Hotchner!” You promised as you emerged from the water, jumping onto his back and dunking his head into the cold water. 

“Me next!” Jack requested, laughing uncontrollably. “Me! Me, me please!” he asked, and you obliged him, taking him in your arms and dunking his head in the water, careful to keep his face dry so he didn’t get water into his lungs. He squealed and you lifted him back up, mirroring his smile. 

You all romp around in the water for a little while longer, and then Jack decides to make a sandcastle while you and Aaron sit further back in beach chairs. 

“Jack’s having a ball,” you remark, seeing his face light up as he upends a bucket of sand to form a tower. 

“Me, too.” Aaron agrees, and you smile. 

“See, birthdays aren’t all that bad.” You tease him. 

“No, not when you’re around,” he agreed, taking your hand in his and kissing it. Now, he’d just have to buy a ring and get you to stick around for all of them.  

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JACK GIBSON: FOREVER

Fandom: Station 19 Pairing: Jack Gibson x Fem!Reader Prompt: N/A Warnings: N/A Notes: Y/N = Your Name || Y/L/N = Your Last Name

anon: hi!! would you be willing to write something where jack gibson from station 19 proposes to his girlfriend??

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Jack had been waiting for this day for weeks now. The two of you had been together for over a year, both of your longest and strongest relationships. He’d known he wanted to marry you for quite some time, but it was only after stumbling upon the perfect ring that he knew how badly he wanted it. How badly he wanted you, forever.

As Jack walked down the stairs of the Firehouse, he spotted Dean waiting for him by the help desk.

“Are you ready?” Dean asked, a huge grin on his face.

Jack nodded, his eyes slightly wider. “I-I think so.”

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

“Not at all.” Jack responded, earning a stare. “Okay fine, maybe a little bit.”

Dean let out a laugh. “It’ll be fine. She loves you, for some reason.”

“Thanks.” Jack laughed.

“Seriously though,” Dean said. “You’ve got this.”

As those three words left Dean’s lips, the door to the fire station opened. You waltzed in, noticing the wide-eyed glances you were receiving. 

“Is everything alright?” You asked hesitantly. 

They were silent for a moment before Jack finally cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. I just wasn’t expecting you to be here early.”

You shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d just pop in and see if anyone was here. I also needed to finally give Maya back her sweater I borrowed last week.”

Jack nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Maya’s not here, but you can just leave it in her office. I’ll walk with you.”

You nodded and waved goodbye to Dean before following Jack towards the Captain’s office. He opened the door for you, gesturing for you to walk in ahead of him. You headed over to Maya’s desk, placing her sweater on the back of the chair before turning to face your boyfriend. He was stood awkwardly at the door, earning a eyebrow raise.

“Okay, what’s going on?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest.

Jack’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

“You’re acting weird; both you and Dean.” You said. “Is something wrong?”

Jack shook his head, smiling slightly. “You worry too much, Y/N.”

Placing your hands on your hips, you had to fight with yourself not to smile. Jack’s smile was contagious to you. “I can’t help but worry, especially with you acting so distant lately.”

“I am not acting distant-”

“Yes, you are.” You cut him off, frowning. “If something is going on, I just wish you would tell me. I thought we were better at communicating than this.”

Jack began to laugh, his nerves taking over, earning a glare. He quickly composed himself, clearing his throat. “Let’s just... Talk about it at dinner, alright?”

“No,” You responded, narrowing your eyebrows.

“God, you are so stubborn.” Jack shook his head, smiling. “Fine, ruin the surprise why don’t you.”

You blinked. “What surprise?”

Jack stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him. He remained silent, moving closer and closer to you until you were only a few paces apart. “I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you, you know that?”

“Jack-”

“I had a whole thing planned out.” Jack continued. “I wanted to do this tonight at dinner, but...” Jack moved back slightly before getting down on one knee. He pulled a small box out of his pocket, opening it and holding it up for you. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

You stared down at him, your eyes swelling with tears. Jack watched you for a few moments, sweat beginning to form across his forehead the longer you remained silent. Finally, you took a deep breath, wiping the tears from your eyes and nodding repeatedly.

“Yes!” You smiled, laughing. “Yes, I will marry you.”

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I really hope you enjoyed this piece, anon! I had a lot of fun writing it. I meant to post this last night but I fell asleep early. I’m sorry for the wait. I am currently ONLY accepting Christmas-y requests! You can send those HERE if you’d like.  Please remember to note and/or reblog if you enjoyed!!

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#5

Hello! Can I request prompt #2 for Aaron?

Also, can the reader not be in the BAU? 😊❤️

Protected

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word count: 449

Prompt: "Stay behind me."

272 notes • Posted 2021-11-09 09:05:18 GMT

#4

274 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 20:41:58 GMT

#3

may i request prompt 55 and 14 where aaron recently had this really long case and feels guilty and worried that the reader will be mad at him

thanks if you do it!

Never gonna let you go.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: I may or may not have listened to If I could fly – One Direction while writing this, so if you want more sadness I suggest you listen to the song while reading.

Here’s a reminder that my requests are open and that I also have a prompt list you can choose from.

Warnings: Angst, like a lot of it. Also, Jack died along with Haley in this story, so Hotch has no one. (sorry), and Hotch cries in it.

Prompts: 14. You make me feel safe.

55. Why are your eyes so red?

303 notes • Posted 2021-10-21 20:17:31 GMT

#2

reader has a crush on hotch and hotch calls them a pet name

Just a little coaxing is needed

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader

Word count: 2k

A/N: The reader is in their late 20’s in this. Here’s a reminder that my Requests are open and that I also have a prompt list you can choose from.

Warnings: None!!! It’s pure fluff.

430 notes • Posted 2021-10-11 17:43:04 GMT

#1

Could you please write a fic where reader somehow goes into subspace while Hotch is at work for no reason, and she feels so afraid. Please and thank you 😊

Sweet girl

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: One thing is that this story is fiction, but I’ve had this happened to me before and it’s super scary when you’re unaware of it coming. BE CAREFUL AROUND SUBSPACE!! Requests are here and this is my prompt list

Warnings: It’s angsty, but ends in fluff. And Hotch is being a real champ with Reader in this one.

483 notes • Posted 2021-10-17 22:35:59 GMT

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[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Scream

Pairing: Jack Gibson x Reader

Summary: Y/N has been having a rough time coping with the loss of her mother and Jack knows exactly what'll make her feel better.

Warnings: Death, grief, pain.

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“Y/N I know you’re right on the other side of the door, let me in.”

“Go away Jack, I’m not in the mood for company.”

“Don't make me kick the door in."

Jack smiled at his miserable, dishevelled colleague as she opened the door and let him in. His smile faded once his eyes landed on the mess that cluttered her usually neat and tidy apartment. Take out boxes resided on the floor, her go-bag still laid in the corner of the room where he put it, she had a pile of beer and whiskey bottles at the foot of the sofa where she most definitely spent the two weeks following her mom’s burial.

“Jack now’s really not a good time, what are you doing?” Gibson shrugged off his jacket and manoeuvred his way towards the kitchen, there was the sound of the cabinet opening and three seconds later he was back with garbage bags in hand.

“That’s not necessary Gibson.”

“Don’t, alright. It’s been two weeks Y/N, you stopped taking my calls or even bothering to respond to my texts. We all stopped by to check in on you and you decided to push us away, we’re your family as well Y/N, we care about you.” Jack started shoving the empty cartons and boxes into the bag ignoring the way she was looking at him.

“I was worried about you.”

“Well as you can see, I’m still breathing.” Her eyes drifted to the picture of her and her mother’s smiling faces on the mantel and fought back the fresh tears that threatened to fall. Jack noticed this and dropped the bag, crossing the room to get over to her.

“I’m fine, you really should go.”

“C’mere.” Jack securely wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head as she buried her face in his chest. Y/N couldn’t hold it in anymore, she broke down in his embrace. Jack also found himself having to hold back his tears, he knew how much her mom meant to her and she was not only a mother to Y/N but to the rest of Station 19, especially him.

“I’ve got you, you’re going to be okay.” Y/N clung to him for dear life as she ugly cried into the cotton fabric of his t-shirt.

“It hurts so bad Jack, I-I miss her so much.”

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Jack tipped her head back using his index finger beneath her chin and his heart broke seeing her eyes all red and puffy.

“I know it’s tough right now and it’s going to hurt for quite some time but you're the strongest person that I know, you’re going to survive this. Here,” Jack took one of the throw pillows from the nearby chair and handed it over to her.

“You’re going to scream into this and let out all your emotions, I’ll join you.” Y/N watched as he screamed into the pillow before joining him. She screamed until her lungs burned and her throat became sore. She let out all her hurt, anger, every emotion she felt since that day at Grey Sloan into her continuous screams. She hated the fact that she’d no longer hear her mother’s voice or have her show up at her place whenever she felt like, which was almost every day. Her screams turned into sobs again and Jack pulled her back into his arms, gently rubbing her back to calm her down. When she finally did, Jack pulled away a bit to look down at her.

“You want to know the last thing your mom told me in the hospital?” Her bottom lip quivered as she nodded.

“She told me to take care of you and to do everything that I possibly can to make things right between us, something about us both being too stubborn to see what’s right in front of us.”

“Leave it to my mother to tell us both the same thing on her deathbed.”

“Hey, she loved me. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a very loveable person.” That brought a smile to her face, Jack really was her person and her mom knew that to him, Y/N was Jack’s world.

“Whatever you say Gibson.” He kissed her forehead and gently pushed her in the direction of the corridor.

“You need a shower, go ahead, I’ll tidy up here.” He resumed his task of decluttering her living space and she remained in her spot watching on as he cleaned up after her. He turned his head and smiled at her which took her breath away.

“Why are you still standing there stinky, hit the-” Y/N had closed the distance between them to kiss him and he immediately responded to her lips on his.

“Thank you Jack, for everything.”

“You’re welcome now I’m serious, go shower. You smell like booze and pizza.” Y/N grabbed the throw pillow and whacked him across the face, laughing as she took off running towards the bathroom. Jack smiled watching her return to some form of normalcy as she ran away from him. Jack’s eyes landed on another photo of Y/N and Lisa on the table and sighed, mumbling a few words beneath his breath.

“I’m going to do just like you said Lisa, I promise.”

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