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readyforthegarden · 1 year ago

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Silver Springs - Part Ten

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Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Synopsis: The year was 1976, the season was summer. The days were hot and the nights were hotter. Music was the best it had ever been, especially rock music. Sam Kiszka has been riding the high of being in one of the top bands on the scene, but when his bands tour is accompanied by another up-and-coming band, with a lead singer that gets on his very last nerve, will everything come crashing down or will they end up making music that changes the world?

Warnings: Angst, drinking, smoking, minor assault (arm being grabbed roughly at a bar!! nothing more!) mentions of blood, violence 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: Thanks to everyone and their patience with this update!! As we're heading into the last two or three chapters, we may go bi-weekly, just so I can make sure I give you all the best I can (and also stretch out saying goodbye to Harlow and Sam)! Love you all so much!!

WC: 2943

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Harlow was lucky Jake Kiszka thrived on small amounts of sleep. She kept him up all night, working through the songs that were flowing through her. Cigarettes burned themselves down between her fingers as she paced their home, voicing out lyrics and melodies, harmonies. She would then drop the butt in the ashtray on their coffee table, leaning in to Josh for him to place another between her lips, lighting it for her before she moved away, taking one, single drag and ignoring it the rest of the time she paced.

In her other hand, when there wasn’t a pen, was a whiskey laden highball, courtesy of Jake’s bar, which she helped herself to multiple times. Messy sips and slurps between bars of the songs they were writing. More than once, Josh noticed Harlow wiping a trickle of her drink from her chin as she started to sing before she fully swallowed. Her mind was frantic, more than he had seen her before in her writing process. She was starting to slur her words and trip over the rug.

“Harlow,” Josh rested a hand on her arm, pausing her pacing. “I think you need to get some rest.” Tracing his hand down her elbow, he reached her wrist, feeling her pulse under his fingers, noting it was fast. “Come sit for a few minutes, you’ve been non-stop for hours.”

“I’m fine,” Harlow tried to pull away from him, but Josh kept his hand on her wrist, gazing up at her with a concerned, stern look. Jake stopped his strumming on the guitar in his lap. He’d given up hours ago on following Harlow’s stream of consciousness, merely plucking out melodies softly as she went on. “Josh-“

“Please.” she couldn’t refuse his plea, and sat on the couch, her body finally leaving it’s flight mode. She sank into the cushions, resting her head back. Josh gently took the drink from her hand, setting it away from her on the coffee table. “You should go up to bed.”

“I don’t know that I can fall asleep.” Harlow spoke softly, though her words betrayed how exhausted she was.

“You will,” Josh reached out, brushing her bangs from her eyes. “I think it’s best if you stay here today.” Harlow nodded as Josh continued. “You both need more time away from each other.”

“I never wanna see Sam again.” Harlow’s voice was hard now, but wobbly, as if she was holding back a sob in her throat.

“I’m afraid that’s near-impossible.” Jake gave her sad smile. “At least for a few more weeks. If it makes you feel any better, I plan on kicking his ass so hard he won’t have a face for you to look at.”

“Now that I’d love to see.” Harlow shared a smirk with the younger twin.

“Come on,” Josh stood up, holding his hand out to Harlow. She took it, letting him pull her up from her sunken position on the couch. “Let’s get you tucked in.” Though there were hints of the sun beginning to rise, the pitch black night turning to a blue-gray hue out the windows. Josh brought her back to his bedroom, shutting the curtains to block out as much pale light as he could while Harlow crawled back between his sheets.

“Josh?” the young man hummed, picking up some papers she had written on before she had moved downstairs. “Thank you for everything.” setting the papers down on the nightstand, Josh smiled down at Harlow.

“Don’t sweat it, kid.” he ruffled her hair with a smirk, watching her roll away from him with a laugh and hunker down into bed, the liquor in her blood helping lull her off into a somewhat restful sleep. Josh continued to pick up his bedroom a bit, before going back downstairs and see Jake leaning against the kitchen counter, percolator dutifully making coffee next to him.

“Say what you want about Sam,” Jake murmured, flipping over one of the sheets of paper that littered their house now. “but he inspires one hell of a song.” Josh stood next to him, leaning over to see what was scrawled onto the paper. This was one Harlow hadn’t sang out loud, that he could tell, the words were unfamiliar, no melody playing in his head as he read them. “She’s mad as hell, man.”

“She has every right to be.” Josh took the paper from Jake’s hand, setting it on the counter. “Let’s just hope he’s ready to face her wrath.”

“You think it’s going to be bad?” Jake quirked an eyebrow.

“I don’t think Sam is ever going to live this down.” Josh answered, nodding solemnly.

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Harlow had slept through most of the day, waking up in the late afternoon, and calling a cab to take her back to her hotel. Josh and Jake had gathered up her writings, and she carried them carefully with her. When she was back in her own room, she took the time to shower, letting the past twenty-four hours wash away from her skin, her hair, everything but her mind. She had woken, set on satisfaction, and knew what she had to do.

“Billy, it’s Harlow.” she spoke into the phone, sat on her bed, wrapped in a towel. Her hair was still dripping as she twirled the phone cord around her finger. “How fast can you and the guys get to Nashville?”

“Why?” Billy answered, sounding curious. “We’re not supposed to meet up until next week when we resume tour.”

“Inspiration struck, and I need you here.” was all the explanation Harlow gave. Billy waited for more, the there was nothing else for her to say.

“Okay, yeah. Give me a day to get everyone together.” Billy sighed into the phone, thinking about how much work it was going to be to wrangle up the rest of the band early. “Where are we meeting?” Harlow gave him the address to her hotel, saying goodbye shortly after. Sauntering back to the bathroom, she opened her makeup caddy, preparing for the night ahead.

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The bar was loud and crowded, just like Harlow was hoping. She sat at the sticky bar, drinking her second whiskey sour of the night. Every so often, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror behind the bar, smiling at the light, iridescent blue shimmer adorning her eyelids. Small lines of black liner flicking out into small points at the outer corners of her eyes gave her a sultry expression.

Her light brown hair was darker in the dim lighting of the bar, adding to the look. She was considering going to a salon in the morning and darkening her locks permanently when an arm slung over her shoulders, catching her off guard.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing at a shithole like this?” glancing up, Harlow was met with bright green eyes and a charming smirk.

“Don’t you know?” she sent back a smirk of her own. “Shitholes serve the best whiskey.” She took her drink and knocked it back, setting the empty glass back on the bar.

“A whiskey woman, huh?” the man leaned against the bar, an impressed smirk on his face. Harlow resisted rolling her eyes. “I like that.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Harlow turned slightly on her stool, giving the man a playful yet quizzical look.

“Means they don’t mind a little pain with their pleasure.” Harlow almost laughed out loud, but kept her composure, hoping her biting her tongue came across as trying not to smile.

“How about you buy me another drink and we can talk about that a little more?”

“Can I get your name?”

“Harlow.” was all she offered, waiting for him to respond.

“Richard.”

Time spent flirting with a stranger was time well spent in Harlow’s book. Richard was good-looking enough, a few times she wondered if she should bother taking him back to her hotel room. He was funny enough to make her genuinely laugh a few times, and she didn’t hate the way his hand would rest on her knee.

It wasn’t until her name was called that she tore her eyes away from him, spotting Josh and Jake across the bar. Harlow smiled at them, giving them a nod that she saw them before starting to turn towards Richard again. As her eyes scanned the bar, her smile fell. She had spotted Danny while her smile was still in place, but quickly her eyes found Sam next to him. They were talking and looking around, presumably for Jake and Josh who were already starting to sit at a table.

As the crowd parted around Sam and Danny, letting them through, Harlow’s eyes spotted movement behind Sam. She caught a glimpse of Cindy, almost straight out of a movie as she shook her hair from her face, smiling happily as she followed Sam.

“Wait, that’s-“ Richard looked from Jake and Josh to Harlow. “You know Greta Van Fleet?”

“It would seem that way.” Harlow’s interest was long gone now. All she wanted to do was finish her drink and leave, before Sam could spot her too. It was only a matter of time before Josh invited her to the table.

“Hey, can you like, get me into a show?” Harlow looked up to Richard, who looked at her expectantly. “I think they have a show coming up in a few weeks, right?”

“Yup,” Harlow took a long sip of her drink, hoping the one word answer would give him the hint. He didn’t, instead he leaned in, lowering his voice with a smirk on his face.

“I’ve never slept with a groupie before.” Harlow froze, knowing that when he said ‘groupie’ he absolutely meant her.

“And you never will.” she said, taking the rest of her drink and splashing it into his face. “Thanks for the drinks, Dick. For the record, I’m not a groupie, I’m their fucking opening act.”

“You frigid bitch!” Richard grabbed Harlow’s upper arm, squeezing tightly, causing her stumble off her barstool as he tried to pull her up to his eye level. The way he glowered at her made her face burn with embarrassment, like when your mother would scold you in front of your friends.

“Everything okay here?” Sam’s voice was hard, his mouth pressed into a stern line. He had been watching Harlow interacting with the young man since he stepped foot in the bar and spotted her. When the man leaned in, Sam made the excuse of checking on the table’s drink order to get closer, maybe hear what they were saying.

“We’re fine.” Richard turned back to Harlow. “You can have your slut back.” he let go of Harlow, tossing her back from him as if she burned him. Catching herself on the stool, she saw everything in slow motion.

“The fuck did you just call her?” before anyone could stop it, Sam had reared his arm back, thrusting his fist into Richard’s face. Blood began pouring from Richard’s face, pooling in his palm as he grasped his nose, shouting in pain. “Don’t you ever let me hear you talk about her that way, do you understand me?”

“You’re fucking crazy.” Richard backed away, glaring at Harlow and Sam before finally turning and retreating towards the front door of the bar. Straightening herself, Harlow cleared her throat, avoiding eyes as the bar went back to their own business.

“Are you okay?” Sam was next to her now, eyes raking over her body.

“I’m fine.” she replied shortly. “I could’ve handled it.”

“I know,” Sam sighed. “Harlow-“

“Hey, what the hell happened?!” Josh was wide-eyed, looking at Harlow. His eyes fell to her bicep, where an angry red handprint was fading.

“A guy just got a little handsy, that’s all.” Harlow gave Josh a smile, one he saw right through. “I’m fine, Josh. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go home.”

“No, hey, come have a drink with us.” Josh pleaded. “That guy could be outside waiting, come sit with us for a little bit.” Harlow fought a glance towards Sam. As much as she wished, she couldn’t stay petty forever.

“Fine. One drink.”

Harlow was true to her word. One drink. Jake, Josh and Danny, however, had plenty, and were making it known. Jake, having recently learned Harlow’s government name, was overjoyed to find ‘Brandy’ by The Looking Glass on the bars jukebox. He held Harlow’s hand to his chest, a drunken, sloppy grin on his face as he sang to her, Danny’s arm wrapped around his shoulder and singing one of the most off-key harmonies she’d ever heard.

“The sailors say Brandy-that’s YOU!- you’re a fine girl!” Jake pointed to Harlow as he sang. “What a good wife you would be! Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea!” Danny dutifully coming in with the bridge harmonies. Once the song was over, Jake left, mumbling about it not being long enough and getting change from the bartender. Harlow was left alone at the table for a few moments of peace.

Or so she thought.

“They really like you.” Harlow turned in her seat, seeing Cindy now sitting next to her where Josh had been.

“You think?” Harlow laughed a bit, glancing back at Jake who was in a heated argument about replaying the song with the bartender, pointing back to her.

“I’ve known these boys since grade school.” Cindy smiled softly, her green eyes shimmering in the light. Harlow took in her face as Cindy explained their childhoods. Her face was bare, her summer tan being the only makeup she wore. Of course, she was naturally beautiful. She didn’t need the shimmers and shadows and lipsticks. Harlow felt suddenly overdone, no longer sultry, but instead like a clown, caked with makeup. “They’ve always been careful about who they let in. Not because they’re mean or a clique, but…when these boys care for someone, love someone? They love hard.”

“I can see that.” Harlow nodded, slowly turning her glass on it’s napkin, watching the melting ice dance inside.

“I thought for a minute when we met you were with Josh.” Cindy smiled sheepishly.

“No, no.” Harlow shook her head. “We have a connection, but it’s…it’s more of platonic soulmates, I think.” Cindy nodded, tucking her silky hair behind her ear. “They’ve all been wonderful to us, me and my band.”

“That’s good. When they see talent, they support it.” Cindy nodded. A small silence fell between the two women before Cindy began idol chit-chat again. Harlow was waiting, waiting for the shoe to drop, for Cindy to ask if she was sleeping with her fiancé. But if she knew what was going on, Cindy made no mention. No hint that she knew what Sam and Harlow had been up to over the past few months. And Harlow found her so sweet and kind, she wouldn’t be the one to tell her.

Harlow bit the tip of her tongue as the question bubbled up her throat during a small lull, the liquor in her system having began to wane, but she would blame it nonetheless.

“How long have you and Sam been engaged?” Cindy’s smile burst open, her bright, pearly teeth nearly blinding Harlow in the dim bar.

“Technically since our senior year.” she explained, looking dreamily across the bar, where Sam was in a conversation with someone, laughing at a joke. Harlow’s heart panged sharply in her chest. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to go up and wrap her arms around his waist, sidling into his side and giggle with him at the joke, enjoying his warmth. But as she glanced to Cindy, she saw the same expression, full of love and admiration. Another crack in Harlow’s heart.

“Wow, that’s a long time to be engaged.”

“Oh yeah, well we were going to get married that July.” Cindy rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “But then the band took off, so we postponed it. And then one tour after another as they built up their success. There just hasn’t been time.”

“I get that.”

“How about you, anyone special?” Harlow snorted. What an ironic question for her to ask.

“Did you see what happened at the bar earlier?” she asked. Cindy took a moment, then nodded and laughed, realizing how silly her question was. “No, not at the moment.”

“Well, there’s someone for everyone.” Cindy said. “A lid for every pot, as my granny used to say.”

“Your granny sounds wise.” Harlow mused, a small laugh. She hated this. Every second of it. Cindy was a good person, trying to get to know the woman who had been sleeping with her fiancé.

“She was. Listen, I’m so glad there’s another girl here. Sometimes being with all of them, it drives me nuts!” Cindy laughed, pulling a face, and doing it beautifully. “I really hope we can become great friends.” Harlow swallowed down the bile rising in her throat now.

“I do too.” she softly agreed. “Will you excuse me for a moment?” Cindy nodded, and Harlow quickly got up, heading towards the bathroom. Gripping the dingy sink, she tried to calm herself. Guilt wracked her body, tears stinging her eyes, surprising her that she had any left after the past twenty-four hours.

Looking in the mirror, Harlow took in her appearance. Sweaty, mascara running, she turned on the faucet splashing her cheeks to wipe away the black streaks. When she was done, she re-examined herself. This Harlow was different. This Harlow was not the Harlow from days gone by.

This Harlow was going to get her revenge on Samuel Kiszka.

For her, and for Cindy.

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fuzzyvuzzybuzzywuzzy · 5 months ago

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PLS READ BEFORE INTERACTING!!

Hi! My name is, WHATEVER you think my vibe is!

But in reality if you cannot think of anything use Void or Citronel

My pronouns are 🥛/chu/xe/xit/rot/kil/kyp/ro/rock/pock!! Anything u think will suit me just please avoid female terms!!

I am 16, and I live in Scotland. I am an adult here and I'd like anyone who is NOT AN ADULT to dni!

I age regress and I post about my age regression stuff, I do NOT want any kids following me. at all. Also bear in mind if your country is anything OVER 16 as the adult age that I am a minor to you

It's so confusing I know but regardless pls follow these rules!

But, DNI!!;

I do not support lesgays, gaylesbians, bilesbians, etc. If you support these please do not interact with my page or me EVER

DNI NSFW ANY KINDS, I AM OKAY WITH GORE, ETC, BUT **NOTHING** SEXUAL.

THIS IS NOT A KINK. IF YOU THINK AGE REGRESSION IS A KINK PLEASE DO RESEARCH and GET OFF MY PAGE. Age regression is a HEALTHY coping mechanism recommended by therapists!!! :3 It is when a person's mind reverts back to the mind of a child to deal with trauma!! Can be voluntary or involuntary!

I THINK ALL TYPES OF AGE REGRESSION IS VALID!! As in when people during age regression feel sad etc. Age regression is not always happy if you are deeply against this statement do not interact with my page ever.

I AM A FURRY DNI IF U HATE FURRIES OR THERIANS!!!:3 THEY ARE JS AS VALID AS U!

Homophobes, racists, transphobes dni!!! Thank u!!:)

I USE XENO/NEOPRONOUNS. IF U DONT LIKE IT GET OFF MY PAGE AND DON'T INTERACT WITH ME. I am not hurting anyone by identifying as ME lol. I have my friendly circle and you have yours.

PROSHIPPERS, COMSHIPPERS, DARKSHIPPERS, 'MAPS', WEIRD GACHA CREATORS, NSFW, DNI!!!!!!!! js never interact with me if you support these things.

SHIFTING ANTIS DNI.

DNI IF YOU SHIT ON ANYONE FOR BELIEVING IN A RELIGION.

DNI IF U HATE RICK AND MORTY OR BOB'S BURGERS. Its like what I talk about sometimes and my comfort shows!!

DNI IF U THINK LITTLES *CANT* WATCH ADULT SHOWS!! IF they want to and it is COMFORTING to them they can. If they don't want to that's fine too!!

I support literally everyone as long as they're not doing anything illegal lol. Also. Dni if u ship Maxley in The Extremely Goofy Movie, it makes me so uncomfortable. I block anyone who does.

I am unapologetic about what makes me uncomfortable. So please just leave me alone lol if you're part of my dni.

#agere #moodboard #cute #pink #pink aesthetic #autistic agere #agere regression #age regressor #shifting antis dni #proship dni #minors dni #do not interact

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fuckhouse2theelectricboogaloo · 2 months ago

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i joined the rpc when i was 12, and ive been online since i was 9. obviously i lied about my age and i was… basically 13 for four years LOL. no one ever caught me tho because even when i was 10 people thought i was 17 (not good. not a good thing at all. 10 year old me thought i was so cool for it tho.)

i personally wouldnt really ever consider lying about being older than i am now tbh. idk. i wouldn't do it </3 if someone doesnt want me in their space, i dont want to be there. its as simple as that. that's why i have so many 18+ blogs blocked on my rp acc. it just makes it easier (and also some people with minors dni in their rules really love following me. good to know that some people in the rpc cant mcfucking read. atp i just decided 2 put IM 15!!! in big fucking font on my rules page)

however....................................... i do think it is unfortunate that the rpc on tumblr seemingly started out with mostly like. teenagers. and then just kinda. grew up. obvi people grow up and stuff and i don't fault any adults not wanting to interact with minors, that is NOT what im saying. i actually think its a very good thing, especially because. clearly. a lot of adults don't remember what it was like to be a teenager on the internet (or being a teenager in general) or don't know what's appropriate to say and whats not appropriate to say to teenagers and shit (people have sent me some Crazy Stuff in the past let me tell u).

but its sad. still. all the people my age are either too scared to rp on here or they're too busy roleplaying with their shitty ai chatbots. i think i have maybe one mutual on my rp blog who's around my age. its so obnoxious when i see people go "MINORS SHOULDNT BE IN THE RPC AT ALL!!! MINORS!!!! I HATE MINORS!!!" like......... weren't you literally on here at like 14.... don't give me that dawg. shut up and mind ur business... goddamn... take ur meds, gramps.... also they arent even here anyways... so why r u bitching and moaning

so i get people who fake their age. i really do get it. and it sucks that people treat people who do it as less than literal scum. my regards 2 anyone whos gotten fr death threats over dumb shit like that (like. impossiblecrusadekitten. banger username LOL) its not a good thing to do, but i don't think it warrants a witch hunt. like fr ur doing too much at that point.

dear tumblr roleplayers, stop making teenagers fr suicidal... thank you....

*sick ass outro music*

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ghostboneswrites2 · 5 months ago

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I think you're literally the only person I've ever see show common sense regarding shipping and adult and kids. Like fr if I say it's wrong I get hit by barrage of it's fiction, it's not real, it's a coping mechanism, it's ship and let ship, pro shipping is valid. I see so many posts going round saying it's not ethical to criticise a fictional ship that's problematic because it's not real. But for example using Cegan faces via the actors is JDM and Chandler Riggs who is a child. Like I feel like I'm going insane sometimes. Also people who deliberately write incest or stuff like that because they are into it or are drawn to it like... I've had people say it's only fictional incest they're obsessed with. It's not like it's part of a plot like house of the dragon where it's also looked down on and hated in their fictional world. It's like people are writing it for their own gratification and that worries me. I wrote JDM x OC because I'm heavily into JDM and writing Negan is living vicariously. I project on to an adult oc. But to ship Cegan is to project you're sexually attracted to either children or the idea of an adult and kids together which is just hugely gross

Absolutely NO hate to this anon bc I fully agree but do want to both answer this ask and use it as a quick little PSA that I will no longer respond to shipping discourse on this blog. This will be the last one! I don’t want any of this drama to deter my followers and cloud their feeds. Henceforth this blog is Daryl fanfiction only! 💚 ((If you do want to talk about this feel free to use my other blog @crxss-bxw))

Anyways, yeah I fully agree. Writing adult x child content is incredibly sus and so is consuming it.

I like to assume (for my own mental health) that most of them are kids and they just have the hots for an adult character so they think it’s okay but the sad reality is that a lot of the people participating in these pedophilic ships are adults and it’s a form of grooming imo to put that sort of content out there and normalize it.

It desensitizes the reader to things like pedophilia (or in other cases incest or beastiality).

They can say “minors DNI” all day but that’s not gonna stop a minor from interacting.

They can call it a coping mechanism all day but if you’re a victim of CSA then you need therapy to help you learn real healthy coping mechanisms. You don’t need to seek out adult x child content that romanticizes the very behaviors that traumatized you in the first place. That is doing way more harm than good.

And the “it’s fictional” argument is flimsy and made of straw. Lolita was a work of fiction too, and the entire purpose of that story is to show how sick and twisted the mind of an individual who is attracted to children is. It wasn’t meant to be romanticized. Yet, here we are today, where people regularly romanticize it as if it’s a romance novel when it is indeed quite the opposite.

Not only that, but sites like ao3 literally exist for problematic ships to be posted without backlash, so why act surprised when people on a platform like this one express discomfort with things like pedophilia or incest within their fandoms???

And since you mentioned the actual actors behind the characters, it does feel incredibly harmful for a child actor or an adult actor to have their faces used for content that is literal pedophilia.

Anyways, thanks for the ask & if you wanna continue the conversation or talk about anything else feel free to pm or use the asks on @crxss-bxw. (That goes for anyone. If any of you ceganers show up in my inbox behind an anon on this blog I’m just gonna block u xoxoxo there’s literally nothing you could say to make me change my mind)

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258punkweight · 9 months ago

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looking back on it *** was so childish. i'm an age regressor so this isn't inherently a bad thing but she was childish in all the worst ways. like in my last post she'd get SO jealous if i mentioned other girls. like just bc i love other girls doesn't mean i love u any less...

she'd freak the hell out over the smallest shit.. like i was following this one girl who made her blog a "minors dni" blog and i told *** about it and i was like "this is sad now i gotta unfollow her." and *** said some shit like "block her, kitty." which i did cause i didn't rly care about this girl

and then after a week of knowing her, her manipulative little mind games were getting old and i started to resist so she ghosted me instead of acting like the grown woman she was and talking about it

this wasn't some teenager who's still trying to figure shit out btw, she was 24 ! at that point u should know better...

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myveryownfanfiction · 2 years ago

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

chapter 10

warnings: swearing, life discussions, mentions of pregnancy

AN: so u all know this is self indulgent at best. So from here on out, reader is AFAB and has the corresponding plumbing. There will be some talk of it and whatnot, especially in this chapter ✌️

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eroticaplush

Sunlight streamed in the window and I groaned. Curling further into Dan, I buried my face into his neck. He groaned in his sleep and rolled onto his side, effectively blocking the sun. I hummed happily and snuggled into him. His arm was wrapped around me loosely as I fought against waking up. Sighing defeatedly, I pulled back enough to look up at him. With the light behind him, I couldn’t believe he was back in my life like this. My emotions started to get the better of me. Biting my lip, I slowly reached up to brush some hair off his face. Dan leaned into my touch slightly in his sleep. I smiled softly as a tear slid down my nose. My fingers danced over his cheek and found their way into his beard.

Dan hummed as he woke up, turning to kiss my hand. Reaching up with his other hand, he gently brushed away my tears. A small crease between his eyebrows appeared as he rubbed his thumb over my cheek.

“Why are you crying?” He whispered. I smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss him.

“I’m fine.” I gently scratched his bread and Dan hummed again. “Really. Just very happy to have you back in my arms.” There must have been something in my tone because Dan tightened his grip on me, drawing me closer to him.

“You have no idea how glad I am to hear that.” He sighed out as he moved to lay on his back. He pulled me with him so I curled up on his chest. “After this last week…” closing his eyes, Dan absentmindedly rubbed my arm. “I think there’s a few things we have to talk about.” He said after a while. Squeezing my eyes shut, I let out a shaky breath.

“Yeah.” I agreed. “As much as I might not want to, we probably do.” Dan hummed before sitting up. I sat next to him and draped my legs over his lap. Dan smiled at the gesture and rubbed my leg. “I should probably start with my parents know I’m seeing someone. I didn’t explicitly tell them about you but they picked up that something wasn’t right.” Dan nodded slowly.

“What did you tell them?” He asked.

“just that I took a chance. And at the time I thought I screwed it up.” I shrugged. “I was talking to them when you showed up yesterday. So they know that you are here. And I texted them that it worked out before we went to sleep. I haven’t looked but I’m sure they know that it means I’m seeing someone.” Dan squeezed my leg. “And I will have to tell them about you eventually. They will probably want to come out to meet you.” I trailed off and turned my gaze to the window. Dan hummed and drew my attention back to him.

“That’s okay.” He shrugged. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” I smiled at him and nodded.

“there’s something big on my end.” Dan took a deep breath. “I don’t really want to bring this up after what we just went through. But…”

“It’s something we should.” I nodded.

“I don’t know if I want to get married again.” He breathed out. Dan rested his hands on my leg and played with his fingers. “I’m not opposed to spending the rest of my life with someone, especially you but I just know I have no intention of walking down the aisle again.” Biting my lip, I took in the information. Dan fidgeted in his spot and I stared at his hands.

“I…” I hummed as I tried to sort through my thoughts. “I can understand that. I think I want to get married one day.” Dan made a noise and I looked up at him. His eyes were sad as they took me in. “But I’m not entirely sure. I’m still figuring it out. I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with you. Or as much time as we have.” I shrugged as Dan chuckled. “Maybe one day we can revisit that.” Dan nodded and leaned forward to kiss me.

“thank god.” He murmured. I smiled against his lips and pulled back. “One other thing. I…don’t particularly want children.” Dan rubbed the back of his neck and focused on my hands in my lap. I nodded.

“please refer back to the previous statement about marriage for my opinion on kids.” I smiled at him and Dan let out a sigh of relief. “So we use condoms still and we take all precautions.” I shrugged. “Long as I can still have sex with you, I’m fine.” Dan laughed and pulled me closer to him.

“Thank you.” He mused as he brushed my hair out of my face. “That’s everything on my end.” He sighed as he leaned back, pulling me with him.

“Uh I have a question.” I said as I pulled back so I could see his face. “Is what Gurgs said true? You used to be a male stripper?” Dan blushed and chuckled. Shaking his head, he tried to hide his face in my shoulder.

“I’m going to get her for this.” He laughed. “So bad.” Pulling back to look at me, he smiled awkwardly. “Yeah. Really only to pay my way until I got into a law firm. Once I did, I stopped.” I laughed and shook my head before cupping his cheek.

“why am I not surprised?” I smiled at him. Dan held my hand against his cheek and smiled. “Anything else I should know about?”

“Abbie will probably let it slip at some point. So I might as well tell you.” Dan rolled his eyes and let his head fall back against my headboard. “My name isn’t Dan.” I tilted my head at him in confusion. “Well it is but my name isn’t Daniel k. Fielding. The k doesn’t mean anything. I just picked it because it sounds good together.” He huffed and hung his head. “My name is reinhold Daniel fielding.” I smiled softly at him.

“Dan, honey. That’s not a big deal.” I laughed. Dan scoffed and rolled his eyes at him. “I’m serious. Your name could be sandy for all I care. It’s no big deal to me.” He sighed and leaned over to kiss me.

“Thank you.” He hummed. I ran my fingers through his hair.

“So you still want me to call you Dan?” I asked, knowing the answer but still wanting to be sure.

“Yeah. Only Abbie knows. She knows things.” He shrugged and smiled at me. “By the way, I’m trusting you with that information. I’d rather not have it spread around.” I nodded before settling into his lap.

“I should say though,” I mused as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I do like reinhold.” Dan chuckled and shook his head.

“You don’t have to try to make me feel better (Y/N). I’ve come to terms with it now.” Pecking my cheek, Dan trailed his nose along my jaw. “I wish my parents were around to meet you. They would have loved you.” I flushed and ducked my head.

“I wish I could say the same about my parents.” Dan squeezed my side.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Okay?” He ducked his head to meet my eyes. “It’s no big deal.” I nodded, my nerves still there but pushed to the side for the moment.

“Okay.” I leaned into him and put my head on his shoulder. “Let’s take the day.” I mused. Dan laughed and agreed. Pulling my laptop over, I pulled something up for us to watch. Dan kissed my cheek again before settling in to watch.

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mix31h3artz16 · 2 months ago

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INTRO [DO NOT LIKE, REBLOG, OR REPLY, PLEASE!]

Basic information:

Name: Lunar (But u can call me Gox for short)

Gender: Trans masc

Sexuality: Pan

Pronouns: Xe/any/all

Disorder(s): Autism (professional diagnosed) PSTD (professionally diagnosed) ADHD (self diagnosed), depression and anger issues (self diagnosed), and Bipolar (self diagnosed)

Age: private (but I’ll give you a hint, I’m a MINOR!)

Nationality: American/Puerto Rican

Country: US

Gen: Gen Z

Religion: Christian

Birthday: June 13th

Zodiac: Gemini

Element: Air

Chinese zodiac: Dragon

Birthstone: Pearl, Alexandrite, Moonstone

Favorite color: Green (i’m not 100% sure yet)

Occupation: artist, animator, voice actor (some what), editor, singer, gamer, and therian

Skin color: White

Programs I use: Procreate (sometimes), ibs paint, CapCut, alight motion, and FlipaClip premium

Eye color: brown

Random fact: I’m also a rare pair, Muti shipper, and some what cross shipper!

Fandoms/media I like

Colored or bold = mostly/main

Mixels

Stickn around

The Nickcheezy show

Dandy’s world (Note: I do not support Rex or any of his actions. /vsrs)

Joe and jack

Mr*der drones

Jam elementary (Note: I don’t support Luce nor the things she did to me. /vsrs)

TADC

Sclumpains

Goanimate (no, i’m not one of “those” users)

Mixels LRIU

Mokey show

Cup head

BabyFirstTV (don’t harass me for that I swear)

ASDFMovie (I remember watching it somewhere in 2018 and 2019)

Unlisted because I’m very lazy..

Please do not interact with me if:

-you have “(R)” or “photos” in your name (seriously, I have been seeing these type of people liking my posts, and if I see one more of those accounts, like one of my post, one more freaking time, I WILL block them! /vsrs)

-you are a groomer

-you are a NSFW or k1nk acc (even tho I’m hypers3xusal)

-you support Luce (the main dev of jam elementary)

-you support Rex (the co-owner of Dandy’s world)

-you are against Rare pairs

-you block ppl on tumblr for having 0 posts (sorry, but if they have a cool blog, I’ll let them pass)

-you don’t stand for Palestine (the people there are in danger! /vsrs)

-you are against furries/therians

-you bring up peoples pasts

-you have “Minors DNI” in ur bio (unless there is 18+ content)

-you bully your friends for “being themselves”

-you hate on baby shows/channels (such as PBS Kids, babyFirstTV, Nature cat, etc)

-you support splat kid (he literally made something creepy and unbelievable out something so sad)

-you are ANYONE from Professor toots server (I don’t want to remember what I “did”)

If you are any of those, AND you interact with me, you will be blocked. /Vsrs

TW: sometimes my content will contain the following:

Eyestrain

Blood

Gore

Mentions of horrible things (such as NSFW, grooming, etc)

Rare pairs

Shipping

INANIMATE TF AND TF TG SH-

And OTHER stuff

Art status:

Requests: open

Art trades: open

Commissions: open (however, if it’s for a relative, a friend, etc, then it’s free!)

Gifts: for friends, ppl I look up to, etc

Collaborations: open (feel free to dm)

Role plays: open! (But only in discord and/or tumblr DMs + I prefer Mixel, crossover, and TF TG RPs)

Friend request: Only if I know/trust you!

Important note:

Please only use the “ask” button to send me art requests and/or questions (seriously, I’m not against Palestine or anything, but I keep getting messages from people telling me about Palestine, so if you want to inform me about Palestine, please use the message feature. It’s not that hard /srs 😭)

Finally to end things off, here links to my link tree! (+ my discord username is Sharxflash!)

Ye ya later!

#blog intro #intro

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painonthebrain · 8 months ago

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I’m gonna be honest watching everything with @/emmettworld go down is just kinda sad and also makes me. Conflicted?

Idk proship vs anti shit below cut im just . I probably shouldnt be writing anything rn bc my brain isn’t functioning for. Some fucking reason but whatever i do what i want

Like I don’t define myself as proship bc I think the whole pro vs anti thing is like. Ugh I can’t find the words. Idk it’s like.

Like I don’t want to call myself proship because. I have so many friends who will tear me apart for that and itll ruin our relationships and I love them and also I hate like. Having to attribute myself to a “side” but like. I’m completely fine with everything fictional. Yes. I don’t care, as long as it’s properly tagged, warned, etc.

Also I ship stuff like selfcest and clonecest so. Idk I don’t think antis do that.

And anti culture reeks of ew ew ew this (fiction) is gross! It shouldn’t exist AT ALL! And proship culture reeks of oh my god these stupid baby minors this is FICTION. DUH. Youre all beneath me

Anyway I know theres at least one moot i i can think of who has proship dni in their intro and like... if ur reading this. hi. I dont call myself proship but i certainly have some of the beliefs which is why i interact but if you’re uncomfortable u can totally block me like. Im not doing this to be some shady imposter who lurks in the dark i just dont label myself as any of this shit!!

im like. Lowkey terrified of how people are going to react to this post bc im HORRIBLE at using my words rn but like.

Like i just want people to make whatever tf they want to make! It shouldn’t be a person’s problem to “sanitize” themselves! And also fictional characters are quite literally made up people we create to do whatever the fuck we want to them! But also it’s important (in my opinion) to be at least a little critical of what you make. But also you shouldn’t have to file down your expression. But alsO-

Like there are so many factors to well. Factor in when it comes to fiction! And i try so hard to develop my media literacy (even with my underdeveloped baby frontal lobe) every day but even so these topics can be hard to navigate

Anyway yeah no conclusion paragraph because as you can probably tell from my writing. I have no idea what im saying i just feel the need to say something

Idk i just feel like a neurotic prey animal right now like im like.

Ok ok time to get personal guys

I have like MAJOR irrational fears that i am a horrible person like. Almost constantly and pro vs anti discourse makes that shit go fucking WILD. anyway. Yeah i have like this almost fanatic paranoid fear that no matter how hard i try i am a Bad Person and that im like. Metaphorically rotting from the inside and eventually i will expose it to everyone that i am Bad and Awful and Nasty and that even then when everything goes bad ill be completely unaware of my own inherent corruptness and that i will eventually hurt people or whoever i have the capacity to hurt and that things are doomed to fail for me because im such an abhorrent person

Anyway yeah those thoughts are obviously NONSENSICAL because… what??? The fuck????

But then my brain is like ooh yeah lets introduce some fucked up thoughts in here. Intrusive thoughts, if you will. Which all span many nasty awful things that are usually highly morally corrupt and wow I wonder if that ties into all that i said before? Yep it probably does!

Which makes me anxious as hell because then im also convincing myself that those thoughts are real and are my own thoughts and wants. Which FUCKS ME UPPP

So anyway that’s why I don’t label myself as pro or anti because proship makes me feel like im a horrible person who will hurt people and is disgusting and awful (also the intrusive thoughts) and the anti label goes against my very strong beliefs of freedom of creation and expression etc.

Yay rant vent brain barf over!!!!

#elec rambles #rant #vent #i really dont know if it qualifies as either of these but whatever #its like a weird amalgamation of the two #yeah im sorry i kind of dropped into a tangent #anyway if i never acknowledge this again so be it #i was gonna tag this as psa but. i really think i shouldnt

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here is my attempt at comprehending this:

- LGBTphobe

- Exclustionist (acephobic, panphobic, nonbinaryphobic etc. nothing to do with those bi/pan "lesbians" cuz they don't exist)

- basic DNI criteria (pro life, right wing, conservative, yes I truly love my echo chamber where no one is sad or whiny lol)

- less than 15 istg. idc if we are like 3 years apart you are a child go play elsewhere

- if you get too comfortable insulting me/annoying me when we haven't been around each other for long. i will alert u first, next time I won't be so nice.

- pro shippers or antis or ANYONE that is into this discourse cuz both sides need to shut up

- owltwt ily but ihy stay the fuck away from me if you have many friends from that hell of a fandom and interact on tl. sooner or later I will see too much drama and when that happens I'm breaking the moot.

- speaking of fandoms that should leave if ur in mctwt im gonna block on sight. i am not taking chances with u keep ur white boys off my tl.

nft supporters. yall should cease <3 anyone who supports any form of capitalism tbh like if ur against taxing the rich

- men who say "not all men" or men who straight up resort to misogyny or become hostile when women voice their distraught i have seen you guys lurking around my accounts and i won't let u do that again.

- TERFs, transmeds, truscums are all going to hell no matter what

if any of ur triggers is something i like (not cuz i don't wanna tag but cuz i will either forget or just sb to keep u safe)

- if u like anything i don't. i'm here to have fun and if u make ur dislike to something i like vocal ur disturbing that fun

- if ur annoying. not like "HAHAHAH" annoying but mentally draining me by apologizing too much or trauma dumbing. if u think this applies to u i suggest u just move on (it probably doesn't but either way let's not risk it)

- to make it clearer i do not fuck with mspec gays or lesbians go away

- people with 🔞 in dn or bio that interacts with minors you are CREEPS

- people who look in others likes. u don't wanna look in mine

fandom dni section

- bakugou stans. die.

- bakugou shippers. stay away.

- people who defend bakugou. i think its clear i hate him.

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usedtobecooler · 2 years ago

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Sorry I keep blowing up your inbox w virgin Eddie thots. I just have so many. 😓 latest since I’m currently suffering: Virgin Eddie + period sex

do not say sorry cause this had me feeling some type of way and it's given me inspo for the first time in a few days!!

part one // part two // part three // part four

pairing | eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), fingering f receiving, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), period sex, mentions of tampon removal, eddie taking care of reader, eddie being endearing (when is he not), dirty talk, lots of fluff and reader being nice to eddie, reader also kind of snarks at him for being annoying, eddie professing his love for reader, no use of y/n. i think that's it? possibly. maybe.

word count | 3.6k

a/n | i made this way fluffier than any of my past stuff so this is really off brand for me. i'm also currently suffering on shark week and i'm definitely in my feelings about it so that probably explains it. reader is softer than her usual self here which gives eddie time for his more dominant, carer side to shine. hope u all love it.

You'd been doubled over on your chair all day, not even your heat pack and strongest pain killers were relieving your cramps. Everything hurt, everything ached, and you were being exceptionally snarky (even by your own standards) for no reason.

It was quiet in the store, a weird Tuesday where the weather was putting off anybody from stepping foot out of their house. Misty, grey, dull and wet. A bit like you were feeling yourself, almost like the sky knew you weren't on top form and was sympathizing with you.

Eddie was whistling along to whatever crap he'd put on the store's boom box; in the back of your mind, you think it's Motley Crue but you can't even find it in you to tune into the song enough to make it out properly.

You felt anxious, every little noise creeping into your ears and booming loud, making you feel like your head was about to explode. You hated to admit it, but Eddie's voice in particular was grating on you, every time he opened his mouth you wanted to snark at him, tell him to shut the fuck up.

You were trying your best to block him out before you blew up at him, twirling in your chair a little for comfort whilst you redundantly pressed the useless heat pack closer to your aching tummy, when he suddenly jumps out of nowhere at your side and starts doing the air guitar to a particularly loud and annoying solo.

"Eddie, shut the fuck up. You're driving me up the fucking wall." You snap, voice stern, angry, gruff, and it makes him stop in his tracks, looking crestfallen. You'd usually feel bad, but not today. He'd been pushing your buttons since you opened up, albeit he wasn't doing anything wrong and wasn't meaning to upset you, but your temper was short, and he wasn't getting the fucking hint.

Eddie scratches the back of his neck absentmindedly, big puppy dog eyes looking apologetic and sad, "M'sorry, sweetheart. I know you're not feeling good, I was just tryin' to make you laugh."

Your face softens a little, the guilt creeping in as you look at Eddie's sad features, "I'm sorry, handsome. I'm just exhausted these cramps are wiping me out." You sigh, groaning a little as your tummy coils up unpleasantly, radiating pain throughout your belly, back and legs.

Eddie comes over to lean over the counter, rubbing at your shoulder softly, and you melt into the touch, tense body slackening under his fingertips, "You know, I read in a girly magazine-" Eddie cuts himself off, like he's pondering on if he should actually continue on his sentence, you egg him on by nodding your head, "it was in the doctor's office, okay?"

"Hey, I never said anything." You hold your hands up in self-defense, giggling a little and trying to ignore how Eddie's inner brat jumps out as he rolls his eyes and lets his hand fall from your shoulder. You make a show of pouting until his hand comes back out, this time brushing down your arm.

"Anyway, in this girly magazine there was this article, about how to relieve menstrual cramps..." Eddie cringes at himself, screwing his face up at his wording and you laugh properly then, "Apparently, orgasms are the best way to relieve the pain. Something about the hormones it releases."

You balk at him a little, dumbfounded by the fact that he, for one, chose that article out of all of the pages in a women's magazine. And, for two, that he actually took in what the article said and stored it somewhere in the back of his head, almost like a mental note for if this were to ever happen.

He furrows his brows at you, "Is that- is that not right?" He asks, cocking his head a little, tips of his fingers still brushing your arm absentmindedly, "I thought since it was in a girly mag it'd be true."

"No, I mean I think it's true, I've heard that before." You shrug, trying to ignore the ache in your back at a particularly strong cramp, "But I don't really like to touch myself when I'm on my period. I'm usually too sore to focus and it makes a mess."

"Well," Eddie starts, cheeks flushing dark and his breath shaking, "I'd be more than... more than happy to help you with that. If y'want."

You suck your cheeks in, looking at him with narrowed eyes for a second before they soften, and you're pretty sure if he looked at you properly, he'd see the love hearts swirling round in your irises, "You're the sweetest boy I've ever met, Eddie Munson. Don't feel like you have to do that, though, I've gone like at least ten years on my period and am yet to do that."

"I'd like to," Eddie cuts in all too quickly, and now you wonder if he's doing this for your sake or his own morbid curiosity, though you suspect it's somehow both, "I'd like to help you feel better, that is. I don't - I don't mind the mess."

"Well, okay then." You shrug, trying to ignore the way that your thighs clench a little at the thought of Eddie touching you whilst you're menstruating. It was never something you'd thought about before, but now that Eddie had said about it, you wondered just how much you'd actually be into it.

"We can go to my place, uh, Wayne's gone until tomorrow, took a double shift for the extra money." Eddie rambles, like he has to justify every single detail to you. It's cute, endearing almost.

You nod your head in reply, subtly drifting your eyes to the clock and realizing there were still four hours left until closing. You couldn't help but wish the time away.

***

Eddie ushers you into the trailer slowly, a hand hovering over your lower back in a soothing motion, "You can go to my room and make yourself at home, sweetheart. I'll go get some, like, towels or something?"

"Towels should work, handsome. I don't think it's bad enough to justify a tarp." You say it as a joke as you toe your Docs off, but Eddie's eyes widen comically, "It was a joke. Though a tarp would be easier to clean."

You saunter off through to Eddie's room, sliding a comic book off of his desk and plopping down on the bed. You have no interest in it as you flip through the pages, tummy doing flips for two reasons now - your obvious cramps, but also the nervousness of what was about to happen.

You? Nervous? This never happened. You and Eddie had only had actual sex once, but you were in control, in a situation you'd been in plenty before. You showed him the ropes and took charge, that was your comfort zone. This was... different.

There's no more time to worry and ponder when Eddie comes bursting through the door carrying an array of things he thought you might need. Pain killers, a bottle of water, two towels and what looked like one of his oversized, ratty Metallica shirts.

Your heart melted a little. Eddie was just so, so sweet. You couldn't believe nobody had snatched him up before now, he was caring and attentive to you, albeit a bit fumbly and nervous but you think that's just because of how you are towards him.

He had the biggest heart. To match his dick.

"D'you need these before we start?" Eddie asks quietly, pulling you out of your trance and shaking the bottle of pills at you. You can tell he's nervous too, his breathing all jagged and his hand holding the pills jittering enough for you to notice.

"No, no, that's okay. I took a few before we left the store so they should start kicking in soon. Hand me the towels, would ya?" You lift yourself up off the bed, gently plucking the towels from Eddie's open arm. You strip his comforter out of the way in silence, laying the towels flat and spreading them out as well as you could. His twin bed was small enough that it covered just fine, but you spent extra time focusing on it and trying to block out the pounding in your ears.

Eddie's warm hands on the base of your spine jolt you out of your thinking, you melt into the touch slightly and lean back against his chest. He huffs into your hair, "We don't have to do this if you don't want to, sweetheart. Was just a suggestion."

"I'm just used to knowing everything and showing you the ropes. I dunno how to do any of this and I'm worried I'll gross you out." You say it matter of factly, making sure that as always you have the upper hand in showing him that you don't panic and you're always in control.

"S'not gonna gross me out, it's you. What if we... what if we did this in the shower instead? Would that make you feel better?" Eddie suggests, voice barely above a whisper and a clear nervousness breaking through. He's worried you're going to say no, you can tell.

You don't want his second time to be messy in a shower. But you make note of it for another time, now that you knew that was something he was clearly into.

You turn in his arms, shaking your head and nudging up to press your lips to his softly, just a brief kiss. But, Eddie grabs hold of your waist gently, deepening the kiss and forcing you to stay in place when you went to move away.

He's still not a good kisser, you make a mental note of that. He's still sloppy and giving too much tongue but you can't help but suck on it, causing a moan to escape him as he nudges you back towards the end of the bed until the backs of your knees knock on it. You fall backwards with a small thump and Eddie's lips never leave yours as you shuffle up the bed, until your head is cushioned by his one lonely pillow.

"What do you want me to do?" Eddie asks gently once your lips part, soothing your hip with his big hand. You keen into the touch, loving the feeling of how soft his hand was, unwinding how tight you felt with nerves.

"You don't have to do anything you don't wanna do, pretty boy." You start, and Eddie's eyebrows furrow at you, "You can finger me, if you wanna? You can just stick to rubbing my clit, though."

Eddie doesn't humor you with a reply, simply tucking his fingers under the waistband of your leggings to drag them down your legs and off in one swift motion. You raise a brow as he goes to strip his jeans off as well, leaving him in a pair of tight black boxers which you swear you've never seen him wear before.

They leave nothing to the imagination - you sit up on your forearms for a better look at his half hard cock already straining a little. You catch it kicking up in interest as you stare at it with wide eyes.

"Theyre - they're new." Eddie stutters over his words, flushing a dark shade of red and there's the Eddie you know all too well, all flustered and embarrassed.

"They look great, Eddie." You say with a strained voice, gasping as he slides back onto the bed and in between your spread thighs, only your respective underwear and shirts blocking your touch. "I still have a tampon in so that I, like, don't leak everywhere."

Eddie slides his palm over your hot cunt, eliciting another small gasp from you. It makes you feel, well, weird. And kind of dirty. But he doesn't seem to care, as his fingers pull the material of your panties to the side and he dips the tips in between your folds, seeking out the tampon string.

"Can I take it out?" He asks, eyes wide in earnest as if he doesn't realize how strange and weird of a request it is. You cringe a little, falling onto your back so you don't have to look at him whilst you nod your head yes.

It's not like you to be so mortified by something so normal, always one to not be a priss and try anything at least once. This just makes you feel vulnerable, and Eddie is so inexperienced that it makes you question if he knows that this isn't necessarily 'normal' to do during sex.

You throw your forearm over your eyes and squeeze them shut as you feel Eddie's fingers grab the string and tug your tampon out gently, then the telltale sign of him lifting off the mattress, clearly leaving to dispose of it.

His footsteps come back quickly; you feel the bed dip as he gets back onto it and snug back in between your spread legs. Then, you gasp as he runs two fingers back in between your folds, this time to slide them through and gather some slickness.

You let your arm fall from your face, plucking up the courage to finally look back at him and he's smiling with this dumb look on his face. It makes your cunt clench around nothing - you didn't realize through all your nervousness that you were clearly into this, slick mixing in with your menstrual blood to make things extra wet.

Eddie doesn't seem to care about the blood at all, swirling his fingers around like you'd previously taught him to, finally catching them on your clit and rubbing in slow circles. He leans over the top of you, mouth against your neck to press a sweet kiss, "Does this feel good?"

You nod your head, shivering at the feeling of his breath on your soft skin, goosebumps blooming down your arms. He probably didn't mean for his words to sound dirty, but they did, made you flush warm with want for him.

His fingers slip through the mixture of fluids with ease, rubbing relentlessly on your clit until you're a whining, shaking mess under him. Somehow, this feels more intense than it ever has before, and you can't tell if that's because of you being on your period, Eddie taking the lead or a mixture of both.

"E-Eddie," You choke, hips jolting up of their own accord, a loud whine escaping your lips, suddenly you're aware of how submissive you're being but you can't find it in you to care, "f-feels so good, Eddie."

"Yeah?" He asks, fingers rubbing at your clit with purpose, clearly trying to get you there and it's working, "Y'gonna come?"

Eddie can sound so dirty without even trying and you feel your cunt clench, can feel your warm fluids dripping down your ass, pooling there and probably making such a mess. It shouldn't be as hot as it is, you shouldn't be as turned on as you are, but it feels so dirty and Eddie loves it more than you do and it's making your brain short circuit.

You nod your head, squeezing your eyes shut but Eddie's free hand grips at your jaw, shaking your head a little until your eyes reopen to see him staring at you intently, "Look at me whilst I finger you, sweetheart. Wanna see you come undone on my hands."

You gasp, the coil in your belly tightening at Eddie's vulgar words, the loud slick sounds of your cunt being violated by his hands filling the air and engulfing all of your senses. Your mouth opens in a soundless moan and Eddie sees that as an opportunity to shove his thumb in your mouth.

"Suck on it." He says it like it's casual and like he's told you to do it before, the way you obey and immediately begin licking and sucking at his calloused fingertip makes you question yourself, but then his fingertips dig into your cheeks a little rough and any thought leaves your brain.

Your body feels like a livewire, tummy tensing up impossibly tighter. You're looking into Eddie's glassy dark eyes, his puffy pink lips open slightly as he stares you down, feeling every catch and drag of his fingers on your clit and you're a goner. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train and you're biting down gently on Eddie's thumb, moaning and squeezing your eyes tight as you come so hard you see stars.

"That's my girl." Eddie grins, rubbing your clit slowly as he works you through it, not stopping until you're trying to clench your legs shut from oversensitivity.

You open your eyes again just in time to catch him wiping his fingers on the towel below you, a creamy dark pink colour staining the grey fabric. You're still trying to catch your breath, can feel your shirt clinging to your back with sweat.

You grab Eddie by the front of his own shirt and pull him down to kiss you, all needy as you gasp into his open mouth, tongue lapping in to drag against his own.

Eddie moans, shuddering against you as his hands roam up under your shirt, soothing the hot, damp skin under his fingertips. You slide your own hand down his torso, grabbing at a handful of his hard cock through his boxers and squeezing until he bucked into your hand with a whine.

You're honestly surprised he didn't come in his pants again, it seemed to be a running theme with him. Not that you minded, you liked having that power over him.

"Can I..." Eddie breathes into your mouth, cut off with another groan as you attacked his neck, nipping and sucking hard enough to leave a bruise, "Can I fuck you?"

You nod into his neck, hands deftly sliding over the waistband of his boxers, blindly tugging them down his thighs as you continued your assaults on his pale skin.

You grab a hold of his cock by the base when it springs out of his underwear, giving it a few quick tugs for good measure, which has Eddie shivering and almost collapsing on top of you. You slide the wet head of his dick in between your folds, shuddering at the wet sounds as it catches on your entrance.

Eddie has no patience and shoves his hips forward, sliding into you with ease. He grips at your hips tightly, sucking in a shaky breath as he bottoms out, "Jesus, you're so fucking wet."

You clench around his cock at his words and he positively mewls, pulling out a little and thrusting back into you, eyes tearing away from you to look down at where your bodies meet, the absolute mess you're both making. He's so mesmerized, watching how your cunt sucks him in so well with every thrust, "Your pussy is so greedy."

It tumbles out like word vomit, but there's no embarrassment in Eddie's eyes when yours fly open to look at him, watch him looking at your cunt with hearts in his eyes. You cry out, hips bucking of their own accord as his thrusts pick up, finally gaining a good rhythm and abusing your gspot with ease.

"Harder, Eddie, please," You gasp, tears pricking at your eyes as he doubles down his efforts and leans over you, fucking into you harder, faster than before. His curls are matted to his forehead, this wild look on his face as you lean up to brush his hair back, fingers gripping into it at the crown of his head so your foreheads are touching, "You're so fucking pretty like this."

Eddie lets out a shaky laugh, grinning like the Cheshire cat, "Don't say that, I'm gonna come." He grits his teeth, hips beginning to falter and stutter.

Your soft spot is being abused by his cock, grazing at it with every thrust and you too feel your orgasm impending on you, "Come with me then. Come in my wet pussy."

Eddie whimpers, that in turn makes your cunt throb around him and he's shoving his cock into you so hard you move up the bed a little, the slick sounds invading your senses and making you clench sporadically until you're coming with a loud shout of his name.

"Fuckfuckfuck, god you're so tight, fuck." Eddie's babbling nonsense, clearly struggling at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in so well, then he's coming too, hips stilling as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

You watch him in awe, you don't think you'll ever get fed up of watching him come undone inside of you the way that he does. He's so perfect it makes you feel like you're suffocating every time you look at him.

He collapses down on top of you, breathing heavily as you pet his hair gently, soothing him quietly, "I think I'm in love with you, fuck."

"I'm in love with me too." You say jokily, trying to hide the way your words come out panicky, though you're sure Eddie can hear your heart going a million miles an hour under his head.

Eddie barks out a laugh into your chest, snuggling up a little, "You'll say it back eventually." He shrugs, nonchalantly like he could care less that you brushed off his confession.

Little did he know how much you'd been in love with him from the day you set your eyes on him. But that was a conversation for another day.

"Yeah, yeah. We need to get up before these towels stain your bed." You giggle, "That was... perfect, by the way. Thank you for always taking such good care of me."

"So long as your cramps are a bit better." Eddie sighs sleepily, snuggling into you a little more. You lie there a bit longer before you're shoving him out of the bed to clean up, worried he'd fall asleep in the mess.

If you followed him into the shower and sucked his cock clean later, then nobody needed to know.

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HOME//Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader PART 5

All previous parts can be found here

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

word count: 9.8k

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, in-depth explanations of abuse, trauma, etc, mentions of scars from abuse, this part and the next are very triggering

ILY GUYS sorry im going through it heavy rn but didn’t want to leave yall hanging

ALSO it only gets literally insane from here. buckle tf up please and thank u,i don’t want anyone hurt on the ride down

When I found her she was on the top floor, in front of the massive window on a giant fur rug she'd made herself at home on. She was drinking tequila directly from the bottle, patting the space in front of her for me to join her.

"You'll need this," she handed the bottle to me and I took it gratefully.

"I'm telling you this because I trust you. If you want to know so bad, you'll know. Just promise you'll still love me when I'm done talking."

I took a swig, grabbing her hand.

"Nothing you could tell me would make me stop loving you."

"Okay... Aaron, be patient with me. I've never said any of this out loud."

She took a deep breath, visibly shaking as she reached for the bottle, taking another large sip.

"My dad left before I was born. I still don't know where he is. My mom was okay, halfway at least, until I was 6 and my brother was born. No idea who his dad is. She had postpartum psychosis, but that was just the tip of the iceberg. She was on drugs, which didn't help, and she didn't want kids, which made having 2 children really tricky," she chuckled, voice cracking already, but she pushed through it. My beautiful, brave girl.

"Ben, the oldest, was 3 weeks old when she left us. She cried for days, and I knew something was wrong. So, I watched her make the bottles and change his diaper so I'd be prepared if it did. One night, I was asleep in the recliner and she woke me up and said that I'd done this to her, made her so sad. That's what she meant. So I had to help her by taking care of him. So I did. It wasn't until I got busted for shoplifting formula that my family got involved, but no one ever did anything. My mom is really manipulative, so she would just turn the tears on and they'd forgive her. She'd come home, beat me for being careless, and leave again."

She removed her shirt again, lifting her breasts to reveal a constellation of tiny spots, scars, I realized after a minute.

"Cigarette burns. Tears set her off. Made her have these meltdowns. She couldn't handle babies, or the crying. Tears were the most horrible sin, only unforgivable one," she whispered, pulling her shirt back down as quickly as she could.

"Baby," she moved closer, letting me hold onto her. "You never have to hide from me, pretty girl. Never."

"Emily tells everyone we met in school. That's not entirely true. She was my neighbor. She was the deciding factor in me staying alive some days. But my mom knew that Emily knew. So Emily taught me Morse code, so I could tap out 'SOS' on her window if I needed her. It's a habit I still haven't kicked. I'm surprised you didn't catch on to it immediately."

It was all starting to make sense.

"Emily got me out of there. I didn't come straight to Virginia, not at first. I went to school, but Emily got me into a program for minors that were in abusive households, and they emancipated me and I graduated high school at 17. Had a degree by 21, and another by 25. I did everything I could to make sure I never had to go back there."

"Two degrees?"

"I have a degree in criminal psychology," she admitted, earning a low laugh from me in return.

"My impressive girl didn't even want to tell me she was impressive."

"I wanted to be just like Emily. But once I finished, I realized it wasn't what I wanted to do, so I went back to school and now I'm writing."

"I hope you know you amaze me. Every single thing about you is astounding to me."

"Do you feel better now that you know?" She asked, face buried in my neck. She was still shaking slightly, but she seemed to be calming down some.

"I feel closer to you than I've ever felt. Thank you for telling me. I know it took a lot of courage and I want you to know that I'm proud of you." I promised her, knowing that she'd kept it a secret for so long that it was probably second nature to her to keep things in.

"I know I didn't tell you everything, but you know more than anyone else ever has."

"The fact that you told me anything at all means the world to me, sweetheart. I hope you know I will always keep you safe. I know you've spent your life being scared, but I don't want you to live like that anymore. Let me take care of you," I kissed her softly, hands on her hips, her body in my lap.

"I have a secret to tell you," she said between kisses, tongue lazily tracing my lips as we sat on the rug together.

"Tell me, baby. You can tell me anything any time you want."

"The real reason I didn't do relationships before was that I was afraid for anyone to see me. I had never been completely exposed to anyone. You were the first and the last. I won't give myself to anyone like this after you. The things we've done together... I was terrified, Aaron. Petrified for anyone to see me. I never felt that with you. There was never a minute of hesitation when it came to you."

My dick twitched involuntarily at the thought of being the only person in her entire life to have her, and she noticed because she shifted herself on top of me so she could straddle me. My length was still covered but nestled in the heat of her thighs.

"What is it, baby? Do you love the idea of being the only person to ever touch me?" She teased in my ear, mouth nuzzling lightly at my jaw. She was driving me mad

"I don't want anyone else to ever have you the way I have," I growled, grinding her against my hips to find any sort of relief.

"I don't want anyone else, only you," she promised, fingers lifting my shirt over my head, trailing so delicately over my skin that I felt goosebumps rising all over me. Between the tequila, the thrill of our first Christmas together, mixed along with everything else, the surge of emotional connection I felt towards Y/N was like electricity. I wanted to memorize every second of my life with her from here forward.

"I never thought I'd tell anyone I loved them ever again. I'm glad you proved me wrong," I muttered against her chest before wrapping my tongue around her nipple, causing her to push her chest forward and further into my face. I worked with my free hand on her other breast, massaging it gently as she moaned softly, eyes glued to my mouth.

"I love every part of you, even when you weren't so sure about things," she panted, and I watched with wide eyes as she slipped her hands past the waistband of her shorts, rubbing furiously at her clit while I sucked on her chest.

"Oh baby, are you desperate to cum?" I questioned, laying her down on the rug so I could shed her shorts. She never removed her hand, she just nodded, whimpering slightly as I stripped her down.

"Want you so bad, Aaron. Feel," she guided my fingers to her center, inhaling sharply when I slid them through her folds, collecting every drop of her juices I could get my hands on. I sucked her off my fingers without a second thought, not bothering to reply as I let my tongue find her clit. She screamed into her hand, hips bucking to meet my mouth.

"No one around for miles, pretty girl. Make all the noise you want," I half begged her, desperate to hear her scream while I was between her thighs. Spreading her open, I took my time licking from her lips to her center, using my fingers to expose her clit completely.

"Let me know if this is too much," I told her before I wrapped my lips around her, sucking lightly at first, earning a series of beautiful whimpers from her.

"More please," she pleaded, replacing my fingers with her own. I understood what she meant, sliding two fingers inside of her, curling them into her. I kissed her clit lightly, remembering how crazy it made her the last time I did it. I didn't expect her to clench around my fingers immediately, soaking them as she screamed my name.

"Yes baby, so good," normally I would have given her a break, but it was Christmas, and the liquor coursing through my veins wanted me to get intoxicated on her taste. I continued kissing her pussy, letting her wrap her legs around my neck as I got lost in her. I don't know how long she just let me lay there, but neither of us was complaining. She was too busy soaking the rug to care about the time, and frankly, I would have spent the entire duration of our getaway right there with my tongue inside of her if she would have let me.

"Not tired yet?" She questioned, hands holding my face firmly between her legs. I shook my head, taking a break only long enough to ask her to sit on my face. She agreed immediately, situating herself above me, hovering above me long enough for me to get the best view of her. She was glistening, pussy pink and swollen, dripping down her thighs.

"Do you have any idea how much it means to me that you let me touch you like this?" I asked, kissing her thighs, her ass, my lips had no particular destination in mind, they just wanted to be attached to her.

"I trust you completely. I want to try everything with you," she breathed, watching me closely as I pulled her down to sit halfway on my chest, halfway on her legs.

"You aren't going to hurt me, baby. Sit down on my face, please," she finally sat her face on my mouth, causing me to moan into her. Her head was thrown back as she finally quit being shy, using her hands to guide my mouth where she wanted it, grinding against my tongue as sweat dripped from her brow and her cum dripped onto my chin and my chest. I wanted to wear her around my neck just like this, like a trophy.

"Pretty girl," I mumbled, mostly to myself, but it earned a soft smile from her in response before she turned around abruptly, switching positions quicker than I could keep up, all so she could put my cock in her throat.

"Fuck, Angel," I hissed, meeting her mouth with my hips as I thrust into her, the little moan she made causing me to shudder beneath her. Our tongues worked mercilessly on each other, our filthy cries of pleasure echoing throughout the cabin like a pornographic movie. The fact that she'd never done this with anyone else only fueled my desire to do it more, and then some. I'd spend the entire weekend giving her firsts, and maybe getting a few of my own in the process. I was sure we'd probably have sex while we were here, but I never expected to experience something so purely passionate with her. That was the best thing about her, just when you thought things couldn't be better, she had a way of surprising you, giving you more than you ever thought possible.

That's all I could think about as she gagged around me, my cock so far in her throat I wondered how she was breathing. She gave every bit of herself, body, mind, and soul, every single time she did anything. It was admirable to the point that it was almost eerie. It gave her a saint-like persona that anyone else would think was fake, but I knew better. She was an Angel walking here on earth, and I'd been lucky enough to get to experience her. Selfishly, I wanted to keep her here forever so I never had to share her with the world again, but I knew that wasn't practical. So I'd settle for making her a permanent part of my life, no matter what the cost.

"Gonna marry you," I managed to choke out, head resting against her thigh as I watched her, tits bouncing against my chest as my dick bobbed in and out of her mouth. She moaned harshly, causing her throat to tighten around me.

"Oh, fuck, baby," I could barely hold my eyes open as she worked her hand at the base of my cock, her mouth wrapped around the rest, working in perfect rhythm together. I was starstruck, I couldn't even raise my hips to thrust into her mouth anymore. I just let her choke on my cock, thick streams of cum sputtering into her mouth as she hollowed her cheeks around me.

I took advantage of the current position she was in, pussy still in my face, ass in the air, her knees spreading above me so she could completely open herself up above me.

"I'm not done," I told her, burying my tongue inside of her, feeling the heat of her core on the entirety of my face.

"Aaron, oh my god," I felt her body stiffen above me, and a second later I felt the sweet rush of her orgasm on my tongue. It was taking hardly any effort at all to make her cum at this point, and it was addictive. Every time I tasted her cum on my tongue, I wanted more.

"You tired?" I questioned, not waiting to hear her reply, I was already tucked away between her lips, clit on my tongue.

"Not in the slightest," she giggled, and in return it made me smile. So pure. So sweet.

"Cum one more time and we can take a break. Get a snack and move to the bed," I told her, kissing her clit lightly, knowing that's all it would take to make her come undone.

"Don't stop," she pleaded, and I shook my head, kissing over and over until her thighs shook and my face was drenched.

"You know better. I'd never stop knowing you were so close," I whispered, kissing her thigh before letting her crawl off of me. She kissed me hard; if I would've been standing, my knees would have gone weak.

"I love you, Aaron." It was like music to my ears.

"I love you," I kissed her temple, helping to get her dressed before I worried about my own clothes.

"I meant what I said, about marrying you," I mentioned, watching her curiously as I pulled my own shirt over my head.

"I never thought I'd be anyone's wife. Are you sure you want that?" She sounded almost worried as she doubted herself. I grabbed her wrists, holding them firmly in one hand and tilting her face to look at me with the other.

"Would I have said it if I wasn't sure? You don't realize how precious you are, sweetheart. I don't ever want to have to give you up," I kissed her, releasing her hands so she could jump into my arms. I loved that she would do this, let me carry her around in my arms. I craved being able to make her feel secure in any way I could. I wondered how I let myself go so long denying my feelings for her. It wasn't fair to either of us, but especially not to her. I'd spend the rest of my life trying to make up for those weeks of doubt.

"I just don't want you to regret it," she mumbled, sitting on the counter long enough for me to find the two of us a snack. I held up a tub of vanilla ice cream, receiving a thumbs up in response, so I grabbed a spoon, grabbed my girl, and carried her up the stairs.

"I'd never regret anything I did with you, and I mean that," we flipped on the television, snacking on ice cream and talking about the future.

"I think marrying you sounds like a great way to spend the rest of my life," she said, resting her hand on my thigh. I admired the way the ring Jack and I had gotten her looked on her hand, and fantasized about things I never thought I'd think about again. Marriage, a change in career, or a transfer at least.

A baby.

Wait, what?

I hadn't thought about being a father until we already knew Jack was going to be here. The idea of planning a pregnancy, watching Y/N glow, Jack becoming a big brother...

"Baby, your phones ringing," she interrupted my thoughts, my heart sinking at the thought of my phone ringing so late. I wandered to the hall, finding it near the rug from earlier, realizing it was Dave.

"Hotchner."

"You're gonna hate me for what I'm about to say," he started, and I rolled my eyes, knowing it couldn't be good.

"On Christmas? Really?"

"No. On January 2nd. Leading some sort of task force overseas. You were requested specifically by Strauss."

"Of course I was."

"She'll be fine. She knows it's part of the job," Rossi said coolly, and I sighed, knowing that she'd be more than understanding. That's what made it so difficult.

"I'll talk to her. Does this mean my vacation can continue as planned?"

"Hey, no more interruptions from me. Have fun. And I'm sorry. That sort of distance is rough."

"It'll be dealt with. Thank you, Dave."

She knew something was off immediately, climbing into my lap to comfort me. I gripped her tightly, knowing months away from her overseas would drive us both insane. It was, unfortunately, part of my job, but Jack and Y/N made me question my loyalty to the BAU with every passing day.

"Are we leaving?" She questioned, and I shook my head, sighing as I explained to her what Dave had just told me.

"I understand," she said almost immediately, causing me to pull her into me, my hands in her hair.

"I knew you would baby, but you shouldn't have to. This is no way for me to ask you to live," I told her, and I meant it. I was going to have to either give up my position or give up my time with my son and my relationship, and neither was going to be easy, but they needed me more.

"I don't think you understand that I mean it when I say I'll support you no matter what," her voice was so soft, I knew it would be easy to leave and come back and she'd love me as nothing had changed. She'd be waiting on me at the door every single time. But eventually, it would wear her down. She'd probably never tell me if it did, but that wasn't a risk I was willing to take.

"I know you would, and I love you for that. But Jack deserves a father that's around for things regularly. And you deserve consistency from me. Earlier, we were talking about marriage and it was the weirdest thing..."

She perked up, eyes on me.

"I was just thinking about how I want to give you everything, and I couldn't help but imagine us and Jack and maybe a baby? Is that's something you'd be interested in? We should talk about that, it's important," I encouraged, and she nodded, settling into my side.

"I've never thought about it before, but I've definitely been considering it lately."

"Define lately."

"Since earlier, when you said I was motherly without trying to be. It made me think about what kind of mother I'd be, but I already have a pretty good idea, I think."

"You spend every second of the day with Jack. You do everything a mother does and you choose to do it. That's very admirable."

"I love him like he's my own, that's for sure. I've never loved anyone the way I love Jack," her voice was different when she talked about Jack. It was pure love, projected into words. It made me almost breathless.

"You went from a stranger to someone I want to share my life with within a matter of a few months. You shook our entire world, baby. I hope one day you can see how special we both think you are."

She was almost asleep, arm around my waist, breathing deeper with every passing moment.

"I love you, Aaron," she whispered, barely audible above the noise of the tv.

"I love you, Angel. Get some sleep."

✨✨✨✨

Things had been interesting for you since Aaron had gone overseas. You were actually communicating with him actively, him texting you every spare moment he got. He'd been extremely clingy, and you were enjoying every second of it. You couldn't get enough of him, and you weren't sure if you'd ever be fully satisfied ever again if you didn't have him. He was showing you what love was like for the first time, and you wondered how it could get any better.

But he continued surprising you.

About 6 weeks into his assignment, he asked if you were awake around 5 am. You were, every morning on the dot so you could get Jack ready for school. He was calling you, so you retreated to his room, flopping onto the bed as you answered.

"Hi baby," you breathed, excited to hear his voice.

"Hi, angel. Miss me?"

"More than ever. I'm glad you called," you told him, hearing him chuckle lowly in response.

"I miss you both so much. I can't stop thinking about you. I'm on my way to get some sleep but I wanted to talk to you on the drive."

"I'm glad to hear you're making time to sleep," you said honestly. He had been so tired when you first moved in, you often wondered how he functioned.

"Have you thought about what we talked about?"

"I have. I've been sure, I just wanted to wait for you baby," you assured him, hopeful for your future with him. Before he'd left, he'd given you a job: house hunting. If you wanted, of course. And you did. You wanted a home with him, and everything that had to offer.

He'd also said if you wanted to quit your birth control, that would be fine too.

You quit taking it the day after Christmas, and your body was suffering the consequences. You'd been moody, irritable, and so hungry.

"I've been so grumpy, I didn't realize how bad it could mess me up," you told him, fishing through your closet for something to wear for the day. Once you'd come home from the cabin, you moved into Aaron's room. It was his idea, even though yours was bigger. He wanted to share a room, and this is where you'd settled.

"I'm having a hard time concentrating over here because all I can think about is coming home and putting a baby in you," he admitted, voice an octave lower.

"Plenty of time for baby-making when you're back, do what you have to do and get home to us," you said, knowing that his stay overseas wasn't even halfway over.

"I'm requesting a transfer when I get back. Something more stationary. I want to be home every night."

"We both know you won't be happy with that," you told him, earning a sigh in response.

"It doesn't matter. I won't be happy if I don't ever get to see Jack or you," he countered, and you knew this was a conversation that no one could win.

"We can talk about this when you get home, just think about it okay? I want you to be happy at your job. Let me take care of things here, just worry about getting you back home safe."

"I love you. I'll text you after I've slept. Tell Jack I love him please."

You promised you would, getting off the phone and going about your normal routine. You'd have coffee, make Jack something to eat, and wake him up in time to have breakfast with you. It was your routine every single morning, and you loved every minute of it.

After you had him dropped at school for the day, you usually went grocery shopping for something for dinner, but you had different plans today. You were house hunting, scouting houses in Jack's school district so he wouldn't have to switch schools. You'd found a few potentials, jotting down the information and making a mental note to find the listing online so you could show Aaron. You were in love with one, in particular, an older home still in the district but away from the suburbs. It had a giant yard, and a reasonable price tag considering the location was excellent. You put it at the top of your list and took a break for coffee.

On a normal day, you'd go through the drive-through, but you had all day to spare, so laptop in tow, you headed inside, ordering the usual and finding a place to get comfortable.

"Y/N?"

You looked up from the screen, a mixture of horror and fear coursing through you as you realized the voice belonged to Lea, your previous roommate. You'd dipped out on her months ago, cutting all contact after your move to Aaron's. She'd tried to text and call, but you weren't interested in answering.

"Oh, hi Lea," you said shyly, terrified of what she might say. She took the seat across from you, her red hair dull in the harsh lighting, making her appear more menacing than usual.

"You've been ignoring my calls and my texts. What's your deal?"

You sat down your coffee, annoyed by the way she'd just intruded on your space.

"I have a life, one I couldn't have living with you, so just leave Lea. I'm trying to work," you spat, hoping you could get her to just walk away without causing a scene.

"How is your little boyfriend doing?"

You eyed her curiously, wondering how she knew anything about him. You hadn't talked to her or told her anything.

"Not sure what you're talking about," you bluffed, typing away at your computer like she wasn't even sitting there.

"Cut the crap. I saw you buying a shiny new watch a few weeks ago. Aaron Ellis...Hotchner, was it?"

"Are you following me?"

"Oh, don't be so vain, everyone Christmas shops."

"Whatever. Who I buy things for is none of your concern," you told her, texting Emily from beneath the table to see if she was around. She wasn't, and neither was anyone else you texted, except for Derek Morgan, who assured you he was on his way as quick as possible.

"Scared I'm gonna hurt ya?" She teased, leg kicking yours beneath the table.

"Cut the shit, Lea. Back the fuck up. You're in my space and I don't have to deal with your shit," you normally didn't curse, but you were seeing red. She was one person who knew how to push your buttons.

"I don't think putting your hands on the fiancée of a federal agent is a very good idea," Morgan said calmly, his arms crossed over his chest. You hadn't even noticed him come in.

"A federal agent, huh? Fancy," Lea continued, statue-still in the seat across from you.

"Let's go mama," Derek told you, grabbing your laptop and asking the barista to make you a coffee to go.

"This isn't over, not until I find out what makes Aaron Hotchner so special," she glared at you, gathering her things and heading for the door before Derek could even hand your fresh cup of coffee to you.

"That girl is obsessed with you," Derek said, walking you out of the cafe and to your car.

"I haven't seen her since I moved in with Aaron, but apparently she's seen me. I think I'm going to go get Jack from school," you muttered to yourself, searching for your phone so you could text Aaron and make sure it was okay. Jack never missed school, so Aaron would immediately know something was going on.

"You don't think she'd do anything to hurt you, do you? Hotch would kill me if I let you leave here like this," he already had his phone out, calling Rossi to see what he should do. Aaron was calling you within minutes of Derek hanging up the phone.

"Listen to me," his voice was serious, calm, but terrifying. You were definitely listening.

"Derek's going to take you to get Jack. Go to my office, you have the key. Toss your phone as soon as we hang up. From now until I get back, you don't go anywhere alone, baby. JJ is at the house with a team, packing a bag."

"I don't think it's that serious, I just got freaked out."

"Derek does think it's that serious, and that's enough for me."

"Okay. I'm sorry, Aaron, I'm so sorry."

You didn't want to cry, but you couldn't help it. You were terrified and he was a literal ocean away from you. You were scared, but more than anything, you wanted him with you, and that was impossible.

"Don't apologize. I'm sorry. I should be there."

"You work, we'll figure this out," you assured him, giving Derek the honors of smashing your phone against the pavement.

The entire ride to Jack's school, your heart pounded. You prayed that she wouldn't do anything to hurt a child, but you didn't really know anything about Lea other than the fact that she thought you belonged to her because you were roommates. You finally calmed down for a little bit once you had him safely in the backseat, but it was short-lived after Derek received a disturbing call from JJ.

"Morgan. You're not serious? I... I gotta tell her, JJ. She's right next to me. Call Hotch. We're headed back now."

He ended the call, turning the radio up. You were only a few short minutes from the FBI academy where Aaron's office was located, so you rode in silence, knowing whatever he had to say could wait until Jack wasn't listening. The two of you followed him inside, and you didn't dare to speak until Aaron's office was unlocked and Jack was tucked safely inside, stepping into the hall to join Derek, Spencer, and Rossi.

"JJ just called, the whole house is bugged. Dust on the cameras and mics, so probably has been since she moved in," Derek said, and your first instinct was to turn sharply to make sure Jack was still behind the door where you left him. You were sick at the thought of someone, not just someone, Lea, spying on you, Aaron and Jack.

"It still isn't enough for a warrant. All Lea did was threaten her, we can't know anything for sure," Rossi said, and you nodded, feeling the blood rush to your head all at once. You were going to pass out, or be sick, maybe both. Just before you hit the floor, Derek grabbed you, leading you into Aaron's office so you could sit on his couch.

"He should be here, Derek," you whispered, head in your sleeve as you tried your hardest to calm down. Jack needed you to be strong and with Aaron so far away, it was your responsibility to make sure Jack stayed safe. You patted the space next to you, urging Jack to come and sit with you. He came gladly from his spot on the floor, library book in tow as he sat next to you.

"I know. But we're going to keep you safe until we figure out what's going on," Derek promised, setting the laptop up on a secure network so we could still watch Netflix, and not be bored out of our minds. A few episodes into a show Jack was watching and you were both asleep, curled up together on the couch.

✨✨✨

Aaron's POV

The amount of convincing it took for me to get Strauss to let me come home early basically sealed the deal on my transfer. She was going to make my life hell if I continued to work beneath her, and despite the respect I had for her and her position, she had a way of making my life harder than it had to be. I didn't really care where I ended up at this point, all I could focus on was getting home to Jack and Y/N.

It was bad, and the entire flight home, I knew it was only going to get worse. Y/N knew the house was bugged, but she didn't know about the cars being bugged, and Lea's criminal stalking record going back a mile long. Rossi and Spencer were working to find anything we could use to get a warrant, and in 6 long hours, I'd be landing in Virginia, ready to sort this mess out. I managed to get some sleep until we landed, feeling a lot better now that I had a fresh set of eyes. I'd be back in Quantico within the hour, and I didn't think Y/N even knew I was coming back yet, so I'd get to surprise them.

Keeping them safe was my number one priority. The entire situation gave me a bad feeling in my stomach; it was all too familiar. I prayed things didn't get out of hand to the point that I had to send her and Jack away from me. I was a nervous wreck, relieved to see Spencer waiting on me at the gate so he could deliver me to my office.

"Any news?"

"Jj has been keeping an eye on the apartment they shared but she hasn't been back. No motel check-ins under her driver's license, no plane tickets. Garcia is trying to find her now," he told me, making the drive short and sweet. Rossi put his finger to his lips as I walked past, shushing me before I could open the door. I crept inside, Jack asleep at Y/N's side, her arm pulling him in tight to her. She was awake as soon as I'd shut the door, eyes still bleary from sleep.

"You're home," she whispered, staying put so she didn't wake Jack. I kissed her softly, glad to finally be back on the same continent as her.

"I am, and after this, I won't be leaving anymore. We're gonna figure this out, and I'm walking away."

"Aaron," she warned, hand on my cheek as I sat on the edge of the couch next to her.

"I'm done having to leave my family and worry about them constantly. I've said it before, this is no way for you two to live. There's nothing you can say that will change my mind."

"If you're sure."

"I am. I'll grab you both something to eat, I'm gonna figure this out so we can go home."

I locked the door behind me, knowing she and I were the only ones with a key and made my way to the bullpen to see what the team had come up with so far.

"Lea Radcliffe, 29 years old. Degree in criminal studies, early criminal record. Shoplifting at 11, along with petty theft until her early twenties, that's when the stalking starts. Two restraining orders from two different women, all within 2 years," JJ explained, and you noticed no similarities in the two women before and Y/N now.

"Did the other two women live with Lea also?" Spencer asked, and JJ shook her head.

"Case notes say the first woman Lea met at school, and the second worked at a bar near campus," JJ said.

"So the university and the surrounding area is where Lea is meeting these women she's stalking. Does Y/N have a criminal justice background also? The first victim, Sara Thomas, was pre-law, and the second, Darla Louis was a police academy dropout. Lea has a type," Rossi observed, and I nodded.

"She has a criminal psychology degree."

"So that's the common factor. Easy enough to make a friend if you have similar school schedules and interests," JJ stated, looking over the corkboard for anything we might have missed.

"News, friends," Garcia announced, bouncing in with two different stacks of folders.

"Our girl Lea bought the cameras at a pawn shop the day she got back from Ohio and realized Y/N was gone. We also have her on Hotch's neighbor's security camera breaking in one night back in October. Is that enough for a warrant?" She asked, and we all nodded in agreement, gearing up to see what we could find in Lea's apartment that might tell us where she is while JJ got a judge on the phone.

"Garcia, keep digging on Lea, see if you can find any family nearby that could give us some insight on where she might be. Morgan and I will check the apartment, if there's something there that may lead us to Lea, we'll find it."

"There's something else, sir. Every month on the 15th, someone from Y/N's hometown wires 500 dollars into Lea's account. It's weird because Lea is from here. Y/N isn't."

"There's no way to trace the wire transfer?"

"No, sir, but if they stick to a schedule, whoever it is will be sending the money tonight."

"Good work, Garcia, see if you can find where she withdraws the money, her bank account statements for a withdrawal location, atm cameras, anything that'll give us a clue where she'll be tonight."

"Got it."

"Morgan, let's go. I'll check in on them before we leave." Before I could get far, Rossi was at my side.

"I'm going to stay behind, help Garcia. Keep my eye on them."

"You can help Reid with the geographic profile and find Emily while you're here," I suggested, knowing he would make sure Jack and Y/N stayed safe.

Emily hadn't been answering her cell, which worried me, but I had bigger problems to handle currently. Emily would be found.

When I peeked in this time, they were awake, watching tv on her laptop. Jack ran into my arms, hugging me tightly. Y/N joined him shortly after, her eyes rimmed red.

"I'm gonna grab some cash so I can get you guys to a hotel for the night," I told her, promising I'd be back after checking out Lea's place. I asked Reid to take them something to eat before I left, a tiny bit relieved that I could be home to figure this out myself.

"So who's the hometown fund?" Derek asked once we were alone in the car.

"Educated guess? Her mother."

"She not get along with her family?"

I shook my head, offering no further explanation. I prayed her past could stay a secret throughout this ordeal because she'd be devastated for everyone close to her to find out about her skeletons.

"There's someone snooping outside," he told me, gun up, telling whoever it was to get their hands on the ground. It was a young guy, no more than 18 if I had to guess.

"Don't shoot! Please! I'm not even sure I'm in the right place," he pleaded, voice with a similar tone to it.

I paused in my tracks. Surely it wasn't...

"I'm just looking for my sister," he told Derek, who still hadn't put the pieces together.

"Derek, let him up. That's Y/N's little brother."

"Wait, is she in trouble? Are you guys cops?"

Derek helped him to his feet and the resemblance made my blood run cold. They had strikingly similar features, his were just more sharp and masculine as opposed to her soft features.

Derek and I flashed him our credentials, explaining the situation as best we could without giving him too much information.

"Ironic that you're just now looking for her after all this has started," Derek mentioned, and he hung his head.

"I didn't exactly get to choose when our brother died, but she deserves to know, and she deserved to find out in person. Lea was the only one who knew where she was. I talked to Lea yesterday, she told me Y/N was still living here."

"How often do you talk to Lea?"

"I don't. She got ahold of me, told me Y/N wasn't handling the news well. I wasn't sure how she knew, considering I hadn't told anyone yet, so I got suspicious. It only happened two days ago," he told us.

"Sounds like our stalker has graduated to murder." Derek huffed, on the phone to tell the others the news.

"What does he mean, stalker? Is my sister okay?" He asked again, and I pulled him to the porch and away from Derek so I could talk to him privately.

"Your sister is okay. She's safe. But Lea is dangerous, and if you know where she is, your sister's life could depend on it."

"She mentioned she'd be out of town and we could join her if we felt like it. I have the address here," he showed me his phone, showing the address for somewhere I'd definitely been before because it was Rossi's cabin.

"Send Reid and Rossi," I told Morgan, finally asking Y/N's brother for his name.

"Thomas Bennett Y/L/N. I go by Ben though."

"When was the last time you saw your sister?"

He shrugged, head down as he tried to remember.

"A year and a half ago, right after I turned 18. She brought some money and said she was moving. Took us to our grandma's and that was the last time we saw her. She couldn't stop crying. She just said that she was sorry over and over. But she didn't do anything wrong. We know she had to have a life too," he told me, and my heart broke for both of them.

And now he was here to tell her their brother was dead.

"What happened to your brother?" I questioned, and he shrugged again.

"He left for school and we found him an hour later in the creek bed. They said he fell in and hit his head on a rock."

"We gotta go, Hotch. Lea's car was spotted two minutes ago gassing up and heading towards Rossi's place." Morgan announced, and I was dragging Ben along with us, instructing him to put his head down and stay down.

Sure enough, in plain sight, we found her at the gas station, Rossi already putting her into the back of a patrol car. It seemed almost too easy, especially considering she'd been silent for months, and now all of a sudden was coming around. After finding the cameras in the house and car, I was more ready to move than ever. I wasn't sure I'd ever feel safe leaving them in that house again.

I let Rossi and Reid handle the questioning while we took Ben to see his sister.

I was mentally preparing for what was to come. She raised these children like her own, took care of them. I feared she'd take this loss just like a mother would losing her own child.

"I think you should be the one to tell her. She doesn't want to see me," Ben told me, and I shook my head.

"That isn't true. She just knows that your mother knows your every move, and she's trying to keep herself safe."

He followed me to my office, where I went in to get Jack so I could give the two of them some privacy.

"Lea's with local PD for questioning. Rossi and Reid are there," I told her, realizing Jack was asleep in her arms yet again. I scooped him up, moving him to the opposite end of the couch.

"Baby," I said softly, pulling her up and into my arms. I just wanted to hold her and shelter her from every bad thing happening.

"What's wrong, Aaron?" She saw straight through me, eyes wide with fear.

"Ben's here. We found him looking for you outside of Lea's."

She just stared at me.

"He's here, right now?"

I nodded, leading her to the hall to see him. It was hard to judge her reaction at first, but the overwhelming relief that washed over her face was obvious as she pulled him in for a hug.

"I told you not to come looking for me," she cried, her embrace only tightening further when she felt his body heave with a heavy sob. It was heartbreaking to watch.

"I had to. Beau is dead, Y/N." He whispered, barely audible over the noise of the office, and all I could do was stand idle as the bomb dropped.

✨✨✨

You know how when you go from normal temperatures to extreme cold, and the way it sucks the air completely from your lungs? That's how you felt, the air being drained from your body as you fully absorbed what Ben was saying.

The sweet boy you taught to read, write...taught everything he knew, he was gone.

You kept thinking, this has got to be as close to death as you can get without dying.

This has got to be a fucked up fever dream. Maybe you're still asleep on the couch with Jack. Maybe, just maybe, this isn't real.

But Aaron's arms pulling you into Rossi's office before you could crumble into the floor was the only reminder you needed that this was indeed real life.

Beau was gone, and you didn't even know what his face looked like as a 17-year-old boy. He'd been 15 when you last saw him, stuck in between phases of his body as he became a man.

Now he'd never be a man. He'd be perpetually 17, reduced to a wooden box before he even had a chance to experience living.

You couldn't breathe, your chest was on fire, and you were keenly aware of Ben and Aaron talking around you, but it was muffled as your ears rung continuously. How could they be talking right now? How could the world still be turning when you hurt like this? You were suddenly furious with the world's inability to stop moving, surely if everything was just quiet and still for a moment, you could gather yourself enough to make sense of things.

But this would never make sense to you, no matter what you did to silence the world. How long had you been gasping for air, struggling to focus your eyes on anything but the floor? Even that was blurry as your eyes stung with tears that didn't seem to have an end.

Aaron was in front of you, begging you to breathe. You didn't realize you weren't. You tried to slow the rapid thump of your heart, but it quite literally felt like it was breaking inside of your chest. You never knew loving and raising someone could hurt so much.

"Baby?" You tried to meet his gaze and failed, only catching a glimpse of him here and there through your tear-coated lashes.

"I'm okay," you don't know how you formed the words, but you were breathing, and that was a plus.

"I have a room at The Claremont, I'm not leaving until tomorrow. Make sure she finds me before then," Ben told Aaron, typing his number into Aaron's phone.

"Y/N? I love you," Ben said softly, and you gripped his arm in response. You loved him more than any words you could have said at that point.

"I love you." You choked anyway, terrified that something would happen between now and tomorrow, and you'd regret not actually saying it out loud.

Aaron was checking on Jack, leaving you alone in Rossi's office. You didn't realize she was even in the office today until she was at your side.

"I'm so sorry," Emily whispered against your hair, wrapping you in a tight hug. You were thankful for the contact in Aaron's absence, but honestly, you wanted to disappear into the floor. You weren't sure when and if you'd recover.

"Hotch is taking you and Jack to a hotel up the street for the night. Just... take it easy. Let him help you," she encouraged, and you nodded, only half-listening.

"Okay."

"Can you walk with me?"

You nodded, following Emily to Aaron's car, letting her help you into the passenger's seat. Jack was nestled in the back, sitting quietly. He had been quiet most of the day, and you assumed it was just because he was tired.

"Y/N?" He squeaked, causing you to turn and look at him from your spot in the front.

"Yes, buddy?"

"I love you."

There was nothing quite like the love of a child, especially one that you had no part in creating.

"I love you, sweet boy."

And that was it. He continued sitting patiently as his dad drove us down the street, not even realizing that he and his dad were the greatest things to happen to you in your life. You made a mental note to hold him a little tighter at bedtime, and every other time that he'd let you.

"I'm gonna check us in, I'll be back for you in a second," Aaron told you, leaving the engine running as he ran inside the hotel.

"Can I come to sit with you?" Jack was already unbuckling his seatbelt, something his father strongly disliked him doing, but you couldn't respond quick enough, he was already crossing the armrest and climbing into your lap. He laid his head on your shoulder, your cheek against the smooth skin of his forehead.

"I like it when you hold me. It reminds me of my mommy," he whispered, and you kissed his head softly.

"I know your mommy was the best mommy, but I hope you know I'll always be here for you, just like a mom would," you promised him and he looked up at you with those big, beautiful Hotchner eyes.

" My mommy would like that," he whispered, and you knew in your heart that Haley definitely would like that.

Aaron was joining you after a few more minutes, shooting you a loving look before grabbing Jack from you so he could carry him inside. He led you to a side entrance, the three of you taking a service elevator to the 4th floor. Once you were in the room, you realized it had a kitchenette and a living room.

"This may be home for a while," he said, settling Jack in the smaller room with the television. You quickly found the bag JJ had packed for him with your stuff, finding pajamas and his favorite Chewbacca stuffed animal. You'd asked Derek to make sure JJ grabbed it when she packed up. You took them to the room he was in, earning a hug from him in response. You left him to change, joining Aaron on the sofa.

"Thank you. For coming home." You told him, his arms wrapping around you from behind as you leaned into him.

"I would have come sooner, but Strauss gave me hell. I'm sorry I had to leave in the first place."

"You don't have to apologize to me for doing your job," you reminded him.

"I will apologize for not being here during something scary. Lea has been watching us for a long time. That's unsettling enough, not to mention everything else. I can't even imagine what you're feeling right now, and I hate the fact that I'd still be overseas right now if not for Lea getting involved. You'd be dealing with this alone, and I never want that for you."

You leaned back to kiss him, unsure of what to say. Part of you would never forgive yourself if he left his job. He loved his work. He was a hero, to Jack, to you. To everyone. You hated the thought of that being taken from him.

"I don't want you to regret leaving the BAU, and I especially don't want you to resent me for it," you confessed, causing him to sit up abruptly.

"This is my decision to make. I'm stepping down as Unit Chief, and that's all there is to it. I'll teach a profiling course at the academy, or work from the office. I can't keep missing my son's life. And I can't start a life with you if I'm not around. I'd never resent you for a decision that I'm making alone."

He seemed angry, and that's the last thing you wanted.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want you unhappy," you explained, and he sighed, running his hands through his hair before loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, removing it.

"Then let me do this. I've missed enough."

You had told him you'd always support him in his career. You weren't about to stop now, especially if it meant having him around more. You just prayed he didn't regret it.

"I can't believe Beau is gone."

You didn't have any more tears to cry, so you opted to check on Jack, who was watching tv peacefully, oblivious to the horrors around him. You planned to keep it that way. He wanted you to see the show he was watching, something about a boy with superpowers. You had sat down on the bed when you heard the shower running, so you left Aaron alone, climbing into the bed with Jack to watch television.

"My daddy told me he loves you," he said randomly, eyes still trained on the tv.

"I love you both," you said simply, knowing Aaron had told him when we came home from the cabin that you were going to be together. He hadn't minded at all, if anything, he took it as an invitation to get closer to you. You loved every second of it, especially at times like this. He was a massive comfort, and you were always grateful to spend time with him. He was a human heater, just like his dad, causing you to get too cozy every time you cuddled up to him because you were asleep in no time.

✨✨✨

Aaron's POV

I came out of the shower and found them asleep for the third time all day. Jack knew something was wrong, and he had clung to her side since. She hadn't told him anything that was going on, but he could sense her sadness, and my sweet son wanted to be as close to her as he could get.

I didn't realize until I found them, her asleep next to him like she'd been doing it all her life how much Jack needed someone like her in his life. Losing Haley had been devastating for both of us, to the point I thought I may not recover. Sure, Jack had Jessica, but despite being Haley's sister, she lacked a certain motherly aspect that was necessary for Jack to have around.

Jack was so much happier with her around. He'd learned so much from her, from all the things they did in the kitchen and teaching him to read, she'd done it all gladly, every minute of it enjoyable to her.

She was like our personal ray of sunshine.

But it was obvious she was hurting, and I wasn't sure how to help her. I decided to let her sleep, leaving her with Jack as I crept into the living room area to call Rossi for any updates.

"She still isn't talking. But we know Y/N's mother is the one sending Lea the money. She's called Lea's phone nonstop since we've been questioning her."

"I'll see what Y/N is willing to tell me about her when she wakes up. We have 70 hours to hold her, let her sit until morning. I'm going to sleep with my family without having to worry about Lea roaming around," I told him, instinctively looking towards the room where they slept soundly.

"I don't blame you one bit. Call me if you need me. I'll be around."

The bed was entirely too small for the three of us, and I wasn't risking waking them up to move them to the bigger bed. So, I sat next to the bed, sleep creeping in quicker than I could get comfortable.

✨✨✨

Derek had taken Jack to school the following morning, Y/N didn't budge the first time all night long. I wasn't entirely sure what I should do, so I called Prentiss, hoping she'd be able to give me some help.

"How's she doing?" She didn't greet me, just expressed concern for her friend.

"I don't know. She's slept since we got here. I... I'm not sure I know what to do to help her," I confessed, sighing at the thought of hearing myself say it out loud. How in the world could I marry her if I didn't even know how to help her?

"She just needs time, Hotch. She raised Beau like her own child. You didn't see those boys when Y/N was a kid. They followed her everywhere. She was 11 years old putting Beau in a baby carrier every morning to take him places with her. That was her baby. What could anyone do for you if you lost Jack?"

"Nothing. I'd be inconsolable."

"Exactly. She needs time. Just make sure she knows you're there for her. That'll mean more to her than anything."

"I think I'll have Garcia come sit with her today. Keep her company."

"Hotch? She'd kill me if I told you this, but our periods are in sync. Could be why she's so tired."

"She quit her birth control over a month ago so-"

"She what?"

"Day after Christmas."

Silence. I wasn't sure why, but Emily seemed to be uncomfortable.

"Do you have any idea how screwed up her hormones probably are right now? She's been on the pill for years. Jesus, she's probably an absolute wreck. If it's okay with you, I'll come to sit with her for the day."

"I think that's a good idea. You don't think-"

"That's absolutely what I'm thinking, Hotch."

"Fuck."

"Yeah. Fuck is right. What did you expect to happen when she came off birth control?"

We knew we wanted to try, but the thought of her being pregnant this very moment...

"How fast can you get here?"

"15 minutes. I'll stop by a pharmacy."

Fuck.

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request | Can I have royalty au (soon to be king bakugou) (and soon to be queen reader) , katsuki and reader are supposed to be getting married (not to eachother) but they end up sneaking around and doing IT with eachother so top!kats , exhibition , begging , dumbification and spanking THANK YOU💞💞

this lovely request was submitted for the kissing booth event (the rest of the drabbles come out soon, ahem :)) so, if this was your request, um...hAHA whoops.

katsuki bakugou | f!reader, royalty!au, infidelity, nondescript!fiancés, angst (gasp), fingering, exhibitionism, dumbification + more! minors dni!

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“C'mon, princess...can I make you feel good once last time?

You're getting married.

No more ignorance is bliss, no more I didn't know any better—this is when you put all your childish antics to the side and fucking woman up, now in charge of the safety of your kingdom and its inhabitants and whatnot. So yes, you must snuff all your adolescent tendencies, and that includes sleeping with the Crowned Prince of the neighboring kingdom behind your fiancé's backs.

But, boys are stubborn. And stupid.

Ding ding ding!

"Excuse me, Everyone!" Your fiancé announces to the crowd in your dining room as he stumbles to his feet, spoon clinking against his glass. He nearly trips, but no one sees except yourself. "I would like to make a toast."

You frown. This wasn't a part of the rehearsal dinner.

"First of all, I would like to thank you all for being able to be with us tonight," he says, shoving the glass higher in the air. As red wine splashes over the rim, you think to remind him that isn't a toast, it's the beginning of a speech, but your comments have rarely deterred the man in the past. "As you’re all aware, this marriage is vital. Not only for our kingdom, but for the neighboring kingdom as well."

Your fiancé regards the Bakugou’s with a lift of his chalice. In the coming weeks, two arranged marriages will melt the four most influential kingdoms into two, and your fiancé and his family had the genius to throw a massive Gala to celebrate it. You wouldn’t be surprised if they got off to the idea of stretching themselves so thin their hair falls out at age thirty; they won’t even allow you to choose the type of dress for your wedding.

"I would also like to thank my lovely, lovely wife, for just being so... lovely.” Your fiancé chuckles, accompanied by an uncomfortable massage to your shoulder. The guests find amusement in how whipped he is as he gazes your way expectantly, conceivably wishing to see you swoon at the compliment. All you give him is a blank face. His elation falters.

"You know, when I first met this woman, I knew she was going to be the love of my life," your fiancé shakes your glare off. You purposely block out the rest of his story in favor of folding and unfolding your napkin again, puffing under your breath at the cheesy comment.

"Sap," you grunt to yourself, obviously. You don't expect anyone to hear, but there's a snort to your right. Your eyes lift from your lap—and straight into Katsuki's smug blood red ones. He winks at you from across the table and your eyes roll at that, though there's a small smile playing on your face that's impossible to hide.

"Isn't that right [Y/N]!...[Y/N]?"

You blink yourself back to life, eyes reluctantly leaving Katuski's hypnotic ones for the pair that make you nauseous, "Oh—u-um, yep!"

The place bursts in laughter and there's even a little smile dancing on Katsuki's face. He catches you staring so your eyes divert to your lap, but his remain a physical force against you for the rest of the night.

*selene — the greek goddess of the moon

The balcony is much nicer than the ballroom.

For one, it's the farthest place you could have gone from the commotion, all the way on the opposite side of the castle. It's a solid five-minute walk when you aren't in heels and a heavy petticoat, but it provides a lovely view of your front yard, subjecting you to watch the early-sleepers leave in their carriages to call it a night. Meanwhile, *Selene watches you from her telescope the moon with a sigh and a sad smile, because she's the only one who knows how completely and utterly alone you will be.

You glare at her—the goddess doesn't waver.

Bitch.

It's no secret that Gala’s like these get overwhelming—especially when you're the center of attention. You see Lord Shinsou (Earl) stuff the eager Lord Kaminari (Baron) into his silver-plated carriage before looking around to ensure no one saw, and blanche upon seeing your figure stood on the balcony. You salute so he knows his secret is safe with you, and relief washes over his face before he too hops into the carriage. What a scandal, you giggle.

Plenty of couples resign home after that; it makes you uneasy. You're unsure as to why, but you have the ever-increasing urge to nip at your fingernails until you don't have them anymore, and jamming the sharpest point of your heel into the concrete seems like the only proper way to release enough kinetic energy before you explode.

"He loves me."

He does, embarrassingly so—so what's the issue?

There isn't an issue; there shouldn't be. He reminds you how pretty you are and you compliment his influence. Neither of you are marrying down. You look good together. The kingdom's future power couple if you will, where you two supposedly mold the great future in your peculiarly young hands. There isn't an issue. You're the one for him, and he's the one for you.

The balcony door whines open. You don't turn around, praying whoever it is will see that it's occupied and turn the other cheek. Yet, the stomp of whoever's boots only grow louder until you’re adjacent to a shadow of a being, his chin lifted towards the stars. You catch a glimpse of blond hair, though dyed a pale white by the silver moon, and you two stand in a strangely comfortable silence, watching carriages roll out of your driveway.

The silence doesn’t last for long, though. It never does.

"D’ya always go disappearing like that?"

You frown. "What?"

"I don't fuckin' know," Katsuki grumbles—he has yet to look at you. Seems like Selene captures more than one person's attention tonight. "Blinked and you were gone."

Your frown only deepens, and you return your attention to the courtyard. "I didn't know you were paying attention."

The ash-blond presses his forearms against the railing for support. "I wasn't. He was."

Oh.

"Said he wants you to come back, so," Katsuki clicks his tongue, carmine red eyes finally flicking your way through the darkness. You don’t dare look at him. “You run off often, or what?"

"Tell him I'll come back in a second," you sigh, balancing your face in your hand. Katsuki says nothing, but he doesn't leave, and you hate that you don't mind.

Until he points towards a couple crossing the lawn and says, "Oi, that's the Duke from my fiancé's kingdom. Fucker tried to poison my dad for the throne—straightened him out real quick.”

"Why are you talking to me?" You snap like a cornered animal. Katsuki lifts an eyebrow.

"What? I can't have a goddamn conversation?"

"I—" your chest rises and falls with a reason to why he can't, but you can only come up with one—and you don't want to think about it.

"Listen. I don't like these things either, alright?" He huffs defensively, so defensively that you have to take a step back. "If I have the opportunity to get some fresh air, I'm gonna fuckin' take it."

You shrug, supposing it makes you one and the same. The wind blows, not harsh, but harsh enough to ruffle your gown, and make the gold jewelry decorating Katsuki's tunic jingle.

“So. I guess this is it, ain’t it?”

You sigh, “Katsuki, you know we—“

"Yeah yeah, that's all you fuckin' say," he growls bitterly, and you blink in a poor attempt to find where the animosity came from. His face twists in an ugly way as he sits his hands on his hips, nose scrunched to mockingly pitch his voice that doesn't sound like yours at all. "We can't, we shouldn't—"

"Because we shouldn't!" You nearly shout, and Katsuki jumps from how quickly you raise your voice. "Because—because if we get caught, we're fucked. And I can't go to sleep terrified that I'll wake up to an exposé tomorrow morning and get beheaded by the afternoon. So...please. Just stop."

Katsuki clicks his tongue.

"You don't love that asshole."

Your throat feels tight—much too tight to be comfortable, and your chest rises and falls with disbelief as you search for the words before you can talk again, eyes never dropping from the stars. You've had this conversation, fuck, you have it too often; often enough to know that he would say those exact words, and enough to know precisely what you'll say in response.

"I love him, Katsuki."

"No, no you fuckin' don't," the ash-blond chucks a laugh and it's nothing short of acrid, his words eating away at your skin more than you'd like them to. You sigh, resting your forearms on the railing too.

"I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Always gotta be so goddamn emotionally unavailable, huh?" He growls, glare set on the mountains presented in front of you. You feel his suit jacket hit your freezing shoulders, unaware of the cool temperatures until you feel the cloth brush against goosebumps. It’s your turn to laugh bitterly.

“Careful. People might think we’re getting married to each other.”

“One day you’ll let me fuckin’ live,” he grunts, and your eyes meet for the first time. His usual red is dyed a deep purple by the moonlight, their usual hardness traded for something much softer. “Can’t even give you a jacket when you’re shivering like a goddamn leaf in the wind.”

You give him a look of utter exhaustion because you’re tired—tired of all this running around and hiding, the secrecy. It eats at your insides like a caterpillar does a leaf, knowing that you go to sleep every night to a man who’ll barely touch you, but at the same time, feeling guilty that you don’t need nor want him to.

“Why are you here?”

Katsuki clicks his tongue. His warm body settles behind yours, close enough to feel the warmth but not close enough to feel him. “You looked lonely.”

“I thought my fiancé told you to get me?” You ask, raising a suspicious eyebrow. Katsuki rolls his eyes, his arms settling on both sides of yours.

“He did. But I didn’t refuse the damn request either.”

“You saw my loneliness all the way from the ballroom. What an eyesight,” you scoff. Katsuki’s eyes narrow, but it’s clear he’s fighting a grin because you’re a little shit who loves giving him a hard time. The ash-blond’s chest rises and falls, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“You know what I mean.”

You snort, tilting your head to the right. You suppose you do.

“And I’m marrying a bitch,” he adds to his list of grievances, his hands finding yours to gently play with your fingers. You nod in agreement. A bitch she is.

“And...I’m really going to fuckin’ miss you.”

It might as well pass for nothing but a breath, eyes trained on your held hands. His chest suspends like he has more to say, but his teeth tear at the inside of his cheek before he can. “I—fuck, I get it, okay? I’m a selfish asshole—“

“This doesn’t have to do wit—“

“And I really, really need to get my fuckin’ priorities straight. I mean, they are, just not in the way they should be.”

“Hey,” you chastise, shaking his hands for his attention. “You can’t control who you love, okay?"

Katsuki grumbles at that but you refuse, turning around to look him in the eyes.

"And neither can I.”

You let go of his hands in favor of pulling him down via his cheeks and giving him a big fat kiss on the lips. It’s peckish and brief, but it’s sweet and gets your point across. It's comfortable.

“The hell was that for?” Katsuki asks once you pull away. Though you see him struggle to hide a grin, eyes squinting more than they should.

“Easy,” you say, stepping forwards (as if there’s any space for that), “You looked lonely.”

Katsuki snorts, dropping his head, “Bastard.”

“And I’m being married off to an asshole,” you lament, pulling his face so close to the point you’re sure the strain on his back has got to be anything but sexy. He accommodates anyways—Katsuki always has; and night seems to suspend along with his baited breath as he waits for the next line, eyes shining with a painful hope you’re about to confirm.

“And I’m really, really going to miss you,” you say, shaking your head at how utterly true that statement is. Fuck.

The vulnerability slowly fades from his eyes at that, and Katsuki hums, clammy hands finding their rightful place around your hips.

“You shouldn’t call him an asshole, you know,” he says, face inching so close you can smell the champagne on his breath. “He means well.”

“I didn’t know you cared,” you quip back, raising an eyebrow. Katsuki shrugs, and you don’t realize he’s backing you up until your back kisses the cool railing.

“Well. I can’t help but feel a little bad,” he says cheekily as he inches closer, “‘Cause I make you feel so good, don’t I, Princess? Last time I checked, better than he ever could.”

You scoff at his audacity though it’s all good-natured, eyes preferring the moon over his heated gaze as he turns you around to face the courtyard.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, redirecting your attention using a finger on your jaw, “Eyes on me, Princess. You look really fuckin’ pretty under the stars, y’know.”

You snort at the compliment, rolling your eyes.

“‘M serious. A fuckin’ goddess,” he growls, leaving wet kisses up the column of your neck. Your breath hitches as he reaches your sweet spot and sucks, and you’re swatting him away before he can leave a mark.

“I sai—“

“One last time, Princess,” he bargains lowly as his hot hands slide their way from your waist to your breasts, taking their sweet time. Katsuki hooks his chin on your shoulder. “Lemme—Can I make you feel good one last time?”

You’re nodding with a whimper before you can berate yourself for being so fucking easy, the thought of not being able to indulge yourself with this, with him, any longer tosses any and all resistance out the window.

“Good,” Katsuki hums, tweaking your nipples through the bodice. “‘M gonna pay you back for being so good to me, yeah? For puttin' up with all my shit."

You scoff, mouth dropping to tell him you weren't putting up with his shit, but then a warm hand lands on your thigh—somehow, he's found a way under your dress. The hand slides up inner thigh and you feel Katsuki's chest shudder against your back as he finally reaches where you need him most.

"K-Kats—"

"Shhh, you don't want them to hear us, do you?" He grunts, pulling your panties to the side. You shiver from the change in temperature, watching another Duke and Duchess of half-drunkenly stumble into their carriages for the night, before there's a crack of a whip and hooves beat towards the exit. It's only a reminder of how painfully exposed you two are—one glance towards the balcony and any onlooker would know exactly what's happening. You hate it.

You hate that you don't.

"Atta girl," Katsuki purrs, groaning as he inserts a finger. You shiver, the weight of his being practically trapping you against the railing. "Always so fuckin' tight. I swear that asshole never fucks you right."

Katsuki's never been an impatient man and fills you with a second finger awfully fast, chuckling when you bite into the meat of your palm to hold back a whimper. His hips start to grind against the puff of your dress and he groans as quietly as he can, carelessly shoving down the sleeve of his suit jacket to bite into your shoulder.

You let out a broken moan much too loud for this time of night and it prompts Katsuki's free hand to stuff an equal amount of fingers into your mouth. "Y'know, something tells me you wanna get caught. You want the whole world to know how much you fuckin' hate that bastard, huh?"

You choke as Katsuki slides in a third digit next to the second, the slap of his palm against your pussy becoming nothing but obscene as your slick accentuates the sound. His hips speed up against your ass and that's enough friction to have the ash-blond groaning, along with the spit that drips down his forearm.

"So dirty for me, Princess," his hips stutter when you push back, tongue laving over the bite mark you'll probably have to conceal in the morning. Asshole. "You wanna cum like this, don't you? You're gonna cum all over my fingers in front of the entire royal court. Dumb little girl, can't even keep her mouth shut to keep us from gettin' caught."

You jam your heel into the balcony concrete so hard you positive it cracks before you're coming all over Katsuki's fingers, nearly choking on the ones in your mouth as you release the loudest broken moan you have that night. Katsuki's hips stutter against you and you're positive he's filling his boxers from the airy moan that follows, and his hand goes limp in your mouth before it slides out completely.

Your chests balloon in unison, his body draped over yours, and as you two catch your breath under the moonlight, you can’t help but think how much you’re going to miss this.

"Run away with me."

"I—" he does this. He always does this. He makes you feel on top of the world, acting like everything's fine, and then he pulls this shit on you. You look everywhere but him, nearly scoffing in disbelief. "Katsuki—"

"C'mon, Princess," Katsuki scrambles to flip you by the waist until your back is flush against the railing again and he’s cradling both your hands in his semi-damp ones. There’s a look in his eyes you don’t like, and it makes your chest burn. "Across the sea, people are movin’ over there and I—I know someone there, okay? Someone we could stay with, maybe help us get back on our feet an-and I found a fuckin’ ferry guy to take us across, and I can even pay him a little extra, o-or you, or—"

"Katsuki," you give him a sad smile, squeezing his hands tight. There's hope, too much hope in his eyes and it's fucking blinding. "Running away? I—this is—we have an obligation, we can't jus—"

"It'll be fine," he insists, stepping forwards and squeezing you back twice as hard. You sigh."I—the two kingdoms can merge or whatever the fuck they wanna do and then we'll be—"

"Katsuki."

"I—fuck Princess, I don't beg but goddammit, I'll do whatever you fuckin' want, get on my knees, I ca—"

"You really want to know what I want?"

Katsuki freezes. It's the first time you've ever seen some semblance of emotion in him that isn't anger or lust, with carmine red irises swimming in unshed tears—and fuck, you hate the sight. You want to shoot yourself in the fucking foot for what you’re about to do, but it’s for the best. It always is.

"Love her."

Katsuki looks at you, and his face drops, chest shuddering.

"I can't."

You drop his hands in favor of holding his face, thumbing at the hot tears running as they fall. God, Katsuki’s pretty—too pretty for his own good and he doesn’t even know it. His unsteady hands find themselves massaging your ribs and your foreheads knock together. "You need to try. Love her as much as you love me, yeah?"

"'S fuckin' impossible," Katsuki says with a wet snort, shaking his head with eyebrows raised. You giggle, throat impossibly tight.

"Almost, then? For me."

Katsuki’s red eyes stare at you through the darkness. You have half a mind to look the other way, but you figure you owe him this if nothing else, and as he lovingly absorbs your being under the moonlight for the last time, you really wish you could take your words back.

"I'll...fuck. Fine. I'll try." Katsuki resigns with a shrug, shaking his head. You two sniffle in unison and you suppress the strange urge to pinch him. "'M not gonna try to get over you, though. Sorry, not sorry."

You roll your eyes at that but it's all good-natured, followed by a choke you struggle to hide as his arms coil around your waist, "Then I won't either."

A genuine grin spreads across his face, and it’s borderline giddy—and a stark contrast against the waterworks. "She finally fuckin' admits it."

"Figured it was about time," you give him a wobbly smile before your eyes flicker to his, red blurring from being so close. Selene looks upon both of you with a reminiscent sigh.

"I love you, Katsuki Bakugou."

Katsuki sniffs before he laughs; it's wet, and near bitter, and he pulls you so close your face nearly shoves into his chest. "Fuck. Fuck, you're an asshole, you know that?"

"This is when you say it back," you bargain, squishing his cheeks. Katsuki presses his forehead deeper into yours.

"I love you too, Asshole."

He speaks with a softness you've never heard and it's like a gunshot to the heart, and as his lips inch closer to yours as your hands slide to thumb at his ears. One last kiss wouldn't hurt, would it?

Until there's a whistle and the click of footsteps. You and Katsuki jump a mile apart.

"Oh, [Y/N]! You're still out here in the cold?" Your fiancé asks with a raised eyebrow, but it seems like that's only an afterthought as he turns to Katsuki to say, "Your wife’s found the alcohol."

"Great," the ash-blond groans, understanding the translation—your fiancé is piss drunk in the ballroom.

"I do recommend you take her home. She's making quite a mess of the eclairs. And her face."

Katsuki heads inside without giving you a second glance, and your fiancé gives him a solid pat on the way in before turning to you halfway through the doorway, "Are you coming inside, Darling?"

"In a moment," you say with a smile. Your hand never leaves the railing. "Just getting some fresh air."

"Alrighty, then. I'll be in the bedroom. Waiting~" he winks, and with that, he's spinning on his heel, and you're alone with the moon again.

You watch Katsuki guide his inebriated fiancé into the carriage lovingly, with a smile on his face that isn't quite the one he wears with you but close enough, whispering whatever pleases her at the time with a chaste kiss on the cheek. You feel comfort in knowing that he has someone to love and someone to be loved by. He doesn't look your way—not once.

It's not until they drive away that you realize you still have his suit jacket draped over your shoulders. You don't doubt he did that on purpose, either.

Asshole.

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