#they were also kind of dressed JD-ish

[zaustavitezemlju]

went as JD and veronica w my friend for halloween. we got recognized TWICE 😭

[jessi4fanfics]

~Purely Amazing~

A BroZone(ish but not rlly) and Broppy Short Story AU

Okay. So this was a request where Poppy and Viva have three other sisters and are part of a girl band. Rainbow Dash is actually the name of the girl band my trollsona Pam is in (They're supposed to be old friends of BroZone), but I decided to also use it in this story bc I am terrible at coming up with names for things. 😭

Hope you like!! 😘

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Poppy stared out from behind the curtains, thinking and watching as another show played onstage. She couldn't help thinking that they were pretty good, the guy on the drums, the girls singing. But nothing could compare to her family band, of course.

"And that was The Amazing Duo!" called the mircrophoned voice offstage voice. "And that was their song Doodley Doo!"

The crowd cheered as the two trolls skipped offstage.

"Poppy! Get away from that curtain!" Poppy's oldest sister, Pim, walked over and pulled her away from the curtain. "What if they saw you out there?"

"They're not going to see me," Poppy sighed, exasperated. "The judges are too busy watching the actual show."

They both peeked over to where the judges sat, under the "Annual Band Contest" banner hanging right over their table. They weren't focused on their direction at all, Poppy was right. They were just watching the stage.

"Still, what if they happened to look over here?" Pim stood back.

Poppy rolled her eyes.

"Pim!!" Piper, Poppy's older sister by just ten months, skipped over to them. "I finished my warm-up session. All ready to go!"

Pim raised an eyebrow. "Did you do your vocal excercises?"

As a yes, Piper did one to show Pim.

"Did you practice your floss dance move?' Pim asked.

Piper did the floss.

"Did you do your 'crowing like a rooster' excercise?" Pim tried.

Piper did the chicken dance while crowing like a rooster. "Don't worry, but sis. I have got this under control." She turned to Poppy. "Oh, hey Baby P. What's up?"

Poppy flinched at the nickname. "I've been better."

"Excuse me quickly, girls," Pim raised pushed inbetween them. "Venni! Put that snailphone down!"

Venni, the second oldest of the sisters, was always on the phone, flirting with some guy she recently met about three hours ago.

Poppy didn't get it. What was so amazing about guys that made her did giddy around them? They were just regular trolls.

"No, you're cuter. No you are! No you! " Venni cooed into the phone.

Pim crossed her arms. "Time to hang up now, Venni!"

Venni sighed. "Look, I've gotta go now. no, you hang up...no you hang up! No, you!😊"

Piper walked up and snatched it away. "Okay, how about I hang up?" she asked, closing the phone.

"Aww." Venni sighed sadly.

P im groaned. "Now, where is Viva?!"

As if on cue, Viva ran in, flailing her arms. As many believed , the middle child usually has the most energy. This was true in their family.

"THEY'RE HERRREEE!!" she screeched. "THEY HAVE ARRIIIVVEDDD!!"

"Who?" Venni asked.

Viva leaned over and whispered, "BroZone!"

The girls gasped and all of them scrambled to the door of their dressing room, peeking into the hallways where all the other bands were walking towards their dressing rooms.

There they were. The five guys, all walking down the hall, not noticing the girls, talking about numerous stupid things, costly about the oldest's, John Dory's, pet bus.

"Look at them," Pim scoffed in an annoyed voice. "They think they're so much better than us."

Pim only said that kind of stuff when she deep down believed it was true.

John Dory heard their muttering and the boys turned to the girls room.

"Oh, heyyyy!" JD greeted. "Up for ice cream later?"

Pim just scowled and slammed the door.

"Aww." Viva sighed. "I was in the mood for ice cream."

"We don't have time for that," Pim scolded. She crossed her arms. "We've got a contest to beat."

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The girls sat on a bench, breathing hard and gulping down water after their singing performance.

It was somewhere behind the crowd, where they could easily see the people, by the people didn't see them unless they twisted their heads all around.

"I JUST hope we were completely perfect, " Pim gasped.

"Yeah, that would be better," Piper said, exhausted. "More chances of winning."

"At least we had fun," Viva said hopefully.

"We don't have time to have fun! " Pim stood up, brushing herself off. "The judges will be calling BroZone on in a minute. I don't really want to watch. And they won't be calling us to go on for show two for another half hour anyway. Let's go."

As everyone stood up, Poppy asked, "Can I go get a snack? The concession stand is right back there."

Pim sighed and Venni shrugged. "Sure. Fine, whatever."

Poppy smiled and quickly got up and turned to go down the show hall, when she heard Pim say, "Why doesn't Poppy take this seriously. I mean, a snack? Now? I couldn't way for the life of me."

"She's just a kid," Venni said, "cut her some slack."

"She's not that bad," Viva said. "She is just optimistic. Like me."

Pim sighed while Piper said, " No, Pim is right. Poppy is a bit different. She thinks it's more for the games and the good times. You just want to have a good time. "

"We're not going to win with her on our team," Venni groaned.

There was silence on Poppy completely left the room. Her heart was beating, pumping, loudly, and her eyes were already beginning to swell with tears.

She rushed into the other side of the hall, where she knew she couldn't see them and they couldn't see her. She ran right past the concession stand and kept running until she was so far into the hall that only janitor closets were there, and no people were anywhere.

Good. She slid into a corner and hugged her knees tightly, setting her face on the top of them as well.

Poppy didn't cry. Or, she tried not to. She just wanted to think. What had she done to make the girls think that she didn't think of the band seriously?

Sure, she often interrupted practices to ask silly questions, she laughed when she made a mistake in rehearsals, unlike everyone else. She did really enjoy herself during shows, which Pim had always encouraged, but maybe she didn't like that.

Maybe the band would just be better without the youngest sibling.

Poppy sat there and wished that she hadn't made things more difficult for her sisters, and decided not to go back in time for the second show.

Each band did two shows for the competition, and the second one was the last chance to show the judges what they were really made of. She didn't want to mess it up.

Poppy heard footsteps and her head shot up. Standing right beside her, leaning against the wall, was a face she knew well but hadn't really talked to because of what seemed a rivalry.

His blue eyes sparkled down at her as he watched her, his gentle smile full of sympathy and also teasing. His navy blue hair had frosted tips tonight, something, Poppy knew, that was only really only done for super special shows.

Especially on Bitty B.

"I see why you chose this spot to mope. Way more quiet than out there." He slid down to the floor next to her.

"I am not moping." Poppy sat up importantly. Why was he here? And why was he talking to her?

"Uh huh. Can I sit here?" he asked.

Poppy crossed her arms and looked the other way. "Sure, I don't care."

She did care. A lot. She didn't want him there-- but it was so nice to not be ignored.

Bitty B got more comfortable, shifting here and there. Then he leaned his head back sighing. "I'll tell you why I'm here if you tell me your reason."

Poppy kept her mouth shut.

"Okay, I'll start." Bitty B sat up. "I will start with advice: Sometimes it's wise to just escape siblings sometimes."

Poppy glanced at him. "What do you mean?"

Bitty B sighed again. "Pressure. That's all they seem to give you. Especially in a band. It is exhausting. "

Poppy nodded without thinking it. She could say amen to that.

"Just sitting here, even in the cold floor, helps things a bit, huh?" he turned to her.

Poppy nodded again. "Yeah." She hugged her knees tighter. "It can release so much stress, help calm the voices that are telling you that you aren't perfect or good enough."

Bitty B didn't respond.

"And then you try to make it better by being optimistic, encouraging, and living life to only find out that your siblings think you aren't taking any of this seriously, "she sniffed, "and they probably think you have a terrible voice too," another sniffle as her tears ran down freely, "and probably know your dance moves suck...And you just want to make them proud, but you only seem to be doing everything wrong and...and... " she stopped as she could barely talk through her tears.

Poppy sloppily tried to wipe them with her fist, telling herself to not be a baby in front of a guy from BroZone, for goodness sakes, which would make Pim even more unhappy, making her son even harder.

Every minute she was doing something wrong, she was realizing. Why couldn't she just be better, perfect, amazi-?

Bitty B leaned over, interrupting her thoughts. He reached out with his hand, holding a small white cloth. He stopped his hand right in front of her. "May I?"

Poppy nodded and he swiped the cloth across her cheeks, wiping her tears. His voice was quiet.

"You seem to be going over to your probably's instead of looking at the facts."

Poppy gave him a questioning look through her sniffles. "What do you mean?"

"Just because one person says something about you doesn't mean they think all these other terrible stuff about you too." Bitty B was looking her straight in the eye. "You have some things to work on. And that's fine."

"They don't want me singing with them. That's how bad I am," Poppy whimpered.

"Did they actually say that?"

"They said they said they can't win with me in the band."

"That's not what I asked," he reminded her. "Did they say they don't want you singing with them?"

Poppy shivered. She was all confused now.

"I don't know."

Bitty B nodded. "Don't let your thoughts replace what your family actually said. Your family lives you, Poppy. I see that. And some people aren't able to have a family like that. Embrace it."

Poppy snuffled. "Thanks, Bitty B."

He smiled. "Call me Branch." He held out his hand.

"Branch. Okay." She gave him a beam. "I like that name."

"Well, it's better than Bitty B, anyway," Branch chuckled. "Now the second show is about to start. Why don't you go show the judges whose boss?"

Poppy giggled as Branch grinned.I

They both stood up and before she left, Branch took both of her hands and told her, "You are amazing, lovely, and make a difference. Tell that to yourself all day every day, alright? It's the truth."

Poppy gave him a shy smile. "Okay." He dropped her hands and she rushed down the hall to go meet with her sisters.

In the dressing room, they were all freaking out.

"I should have told Poppy when the show was!" Pim shouted.

"We couldn't have guessed she would take so long!" Venni gasped.

"We can't do the show without her," Viva sobbed.

"Please, Poppy, come back!" Piper groaned.

"Hey, guys!" Poppy rushed in. "Are we ready?"

"Oh, thank goodness! Where have you been?! We can't get onstage without you! " Pim rushed to her and have her a hug.

"Really?" Poppy asked. "I...I was afraid you didn't want me to sing with you guys because - you know, I'm not all serious about it and stuff."t

Venni gasped. "You heard that?"I

"Poppy, yes, you don't take this seriously, but this is a family band. We aren't singing without you. It's take us as we are or leave us as we are. But it's always all of us. Not four fifths of us," Pim told ger.

"And we were letting the stress get to us," Viva said. "We realized that your encouragement and optimism is what keeps us up. We were totally freaking out without it."

"Oh my gosh, we're on!" Piper shrieked.

"Okay, time to do this," Pim said. "Girls assemble!"

They all rushed onstage, and as the light shine on them and they danced and sang, the judges smiling and possibly enjoying it, Poppy looked into the crowd and saw those blue eyes that she had seen earlier.

Branch smiled at her, and whispered, "Amazing," and clapped along to their song.

Poppy blushed and have him a giddy smile in return. No matter what her sister said, she was definitely going to see Branch again.

You guys can choose whether or not their band wins:D They were def in one of the top three. This was a request from an anon ask! Hope this was good enough!

[el-buzz]

📚 Cg! Clay HCS!!! 💚🎶

Aggagaggaggag first hc list I do EVERRR (so please be kind (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) /💗💗)

Cg! Clay x Agere! Reader!!

pretty much gender neutral!!

Cw: caps lock (just me having happy outbursts), um lotsa author notes and commentary I just wanna talk about him and about how he would be as a cg :ccc, also this is incredibly self indulgent

Also there was no proof reading ☠️

(Crossposted on ao3 @Soft_Buzz!! oh and I’ll update this if I get a new hc idea)

Anyways here you go 💚:

•nicknames for you: kiddo, baby, bubba, bubba wubba (he’s squeezing your cheeks and baby talking you 😭😭), prince/princess/ lil highness/royal, and a number of other sweet nicknames or any that you prefer!

•he would be suuuuuch a sweet and doting caregiver waaaaaaah but he would definitely ensue rules for you! Calm and Strict(ish) cg! Clay would pull up to make sure you are safe and healthy even if you are feeling big!!

•he’d hate to see you hurt or sick, but he’d do everything thing in his power to nurse you back to health :]!

•Clay would definitely provide his kiddo with healthy snack or with fruit or veggie cups!

•Although Clay’s sorta strict he can be soooo soft he always want to hold you, whether it’s your hand/pinkie or cuddle up with you.

•You are his battery and he wants to recharge.

* HE WOULD SOOOO READ TO YOUUUU AHHH he loooooves reading so ofc he’d love to share that interest with his little one

• (please it’s the cutest thing ever)

• imagine him beside you with a book open (he has his reading glasses on :3) and as he reads, he gives all the different characters different voices and will always put emotion into his reading voice, which always leads to you giggling or you gasping in surprise.

• One time you insisted that you were big enough for his sad book club and that you wouldn’t become a big puddle of tears so he gave you Charlotte’s Web to read.

• You were a mess. You didn’t stop being sad for the next couple of HOURS (yes this is a reference to that JD fan art ifykyk☠️)

• Clay had to give you so many hugs, cuddles, and kisses to make up for it. He thought it’d be funny, but he sorta forgot how emotional of a little one you can be.

• “I’m so so sorry baby.” *kiss* “How can I make it up to you?? I’ll do anything”

• oh you’d grin a that. You choose to either do dress up WITH make up or draw on his face and mess around with his hair. AND ice cream.

• You took soooo many pictures (and you may or may have not shared them with Viva, Poppy, and his brothers) Clay says he hates you for it, but secretly believes it was so worth it to see that sparkle in your eyes

• he bought you a piggy and a spider (with little bb spiders) stuffie. Even if you have arachnophobia, you hugged those stuffies while crying happy tears. You gave him a tight hug which he softly returned and gave you a forehead kiss.

• (This whole event was also the birth of your happy scrapbook club!! (even though it just you :} ) )

• You and Clay will just sit together while reading different things. Him with some well recognized and praised novel or book and you with a happy lil scrapbook in your hands!

• I’d also like to think he has a puppet character like Bandit does with unicorse! (Maybe a dragon but that just me :])

• (Clay and Branch be matching with their ventriloquism skills lol)

• If you seem to be clumsy or fall often he starts to develop a sort of spider sense for it and will catch you before disaster happens

• OKOK I know this is gonna sound random buuuut I believe Clay is the type to carry lollipops, and sometimes other candy, around. Idk like I can just picture him a with a lollipop in his mouth trying to look all serious/mysterious and nonchalant LOL

• ANYWAYS back to the Agere stuff

• I think that after completing a task or being good, Clay would def give his kiddo a lollipop as a treat!! that orrrrr if his kiddo seems to be regressing in public and they really want/need a paci or just something to fixate on then boom!!! Lollipop! :D

• Talking about rewards

• This man would sooooo spoil you!! you’re his treasure and he wants you to know it!!

• He’ll either get you food you’ve been craving or a stuffed animal/little gear orrrr both!!

• (Because of the two of you, you now have a chest fuuuull of stuffies Woops💧)

• You always try to show your appreciation by giving him small handmade gifts!! A lil pop up card, bead bracelets (you definitely have matching bracelets), even something crocheted/knitted, and pretty much any arts n crafts you can make!

• Now onto funny business ( •̀ - • )!

• so ofc when it first came to having fun and being playful with you he was bit scared

• can you blame him???

• He’d spent A LOT of time trying to get rid/away from the tittle of being the fun boy

• Ofc through lot of reassurance you let him know that he can have fun and play with you and still be a very serious caregiver!

• you help him understand that being funny and silly every once in a while doesn’t hurt and that he should try to find a balance that work for him! Which he eventually does :D!!

• I like to believe that he’d be great at playing pretend and hide and seek!

• “Worry not your highness!! You will protect you from the dragon!” (It’s one of your plushies)

• “Wherever could my kiddo be?? They must have turned invisible!!” (he can hear your giggles which just makes his smile wider)

• Although he really tries to be there for you, he’s a reaaaally busy man :((( but he still tries to spend time with you through parallel play! While he’s doing his grown up paperwork, you get to colooor!! (or draw or scrapbook or anything really) as long you promise to be good and not distract him

• (plus the sooner he’s done the sooner he can give you all his attention! so it’s a win-win situation :D)

• Actually if you were feeling extra lil you’d just get a paper and scribble on it with crayon trying to copy Clay’s mannerisms (when he sees this he’s physically holding himself back from just picking you up, cradling you, and just babying you waaaah you’re gonna be the end of him)

• oh and he would sooo keep your little artworks in his working area (they bring a sweet smile to his face and warm his soul you’re the best kiddo he could have ever asked for)

• You also get to have cuddles while he works! Sometimes he’ll just sit you on his lap with a stuffie or two while he wraps an arm around you and litters your head or face with kisses!

• Now onto not so funny business ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა

• sometimes Clay’ll have a rough or tiring day :((

* and that’s okk caregivers have their moments too!

• He’ll usually want to cuddle with you and hold you close. (You are his stuffie :D)

• He might even tickle you or blow raspberries on your tummy (if you give him permission ofc!!) which often leaves you with a giggling and squirming fit.

• He just loves seeing you laugh and smile (especially if it’s him who made you happy :] you just brighten his day so much sometimes)

• One time he was just so tired and just laying down on the couch and then you brought one stuffie to him and then two till you pretty much had him buried under almost all of your stuffies!!

* You then proceeded to lay on top of him, and Clay just sticks both arms out from under the pile while smiling softly with his eyes closed.

• Let’s just say you guys woke up with stuffed animals scattered eeeeeverywhere

• If you’re a kiddo/baby who tends to get overwhelmed easily, he’ll get you some noise canceling/dampening headphones and just wraps you in a soft blanket like a little burrito.

• He’ll also either get you an eye mask or will lower the lights if he can. (And if you’re feeling lil enough then a paci too!!)

• After doing any of this, he’ll just bring you onto his lap and whisper sweet lil nothings to you till you feel better or seem to fall asleep :D!

• would enforce a bed time >:( (he is a very very veeeery serious guy after all)

• but luckily bedtime means a bottle or sippy of sweet sleepy tea and a storyyyy :D!!

• Forehead kisses!! (CALL ME BIASED CAUSE I LOOOOOVE FOREHEAD KISSES but I stand by what I say.

• Oh and if he’s ever gonna to be very busy for the day and he won’t be able to take care of his kiddo, he’d ask Viva to help him take care of you!!

• Plus who doesn’t love babysitter Viva??? She’s so energetic and fun with you, but she’ll definitely tone it down for you 💛

• she’s also super strong so she’ll definitely carry you or give you a piggy back ride if you ask :>!

• She also give you lots of candies and sugary foods but shhhhh don’t tell Clay itsa secret (but I think the sugar rush/crash you have when he picks you up from Viva’s tells him more than enough

• (I feel like he would trust all his brothers with you (especially Bruce) except JD 😭😭)

• He would sooooo grab your cheeks and squeeze them like he did to Branch when first seeing him again

• Expect him to do that whenever he just wants to dote on you and baby you even if you’re feeling bigger than usual he just loves youuuu! 💚💚💚

In summary: I need this man bc he is the bestest boyfriend and caregiver ever!!

Final notes!:

I love likes but comments and reposts are greatly appreciate (I love to talk if you can’t tell) type something out and let me know what you think 💗💗

If anybody would like to use any of the hcs/scenarios for a fanfic tots fine with me just don’t forget to tag me for credit and so I can see it :DD!!

[the-modernmary]

my best habit || aaron hotchner x reader (prologue)

Summary: When Aaron Hotchner ended your affair with him, saying that a serial killer was going after him and his family, you were content with the idea that you'd probably never see him again. Two years have come and gone since then, but when you get dragged into an FBI investigation as a key witness, you and Hotch are forced to come face to face with all the things left unsaid.

Warnings: Age gap (15-ish years), smut, degradation, unprotected sex. This story is 18+ older. This is not a story for minors.

A/N: Hello, hello!! I figured that since I've made a writing tumblr, I should post my story on here!! This is a multichapter story, so I am very excited to go on this journey with y'all!! I already have multiple chapters written and published, so these should be coming out VERY quickly. If you don't want to wait to catch up, you can read everything I have on ao3! This chapter starts as a flashback, and then the next chapter and the rest from here on out will be actual plot!

masterlist || read on ao3

“If you were waitin’ on the sunshine, blue sky

Cheap high, lullaby

Then my best habit’s letting you down”

- The Maine, “My Best Habit��

Two years earlier

Your eyes scanned the University Ballroom, your champagne glass practically ignored in your hand. You hated all these alumni networking galas and avoided going to them as much as possible. Old, sleazy lawyers with much younger women on their arm reliving their best cases with each other and expecting all the new law students to laugh when they were able to get their defendant acquitted because of some dumb technicality. It made you sick.

It didn’t help that you were already going in with a bad attitude. Your ex-boyfriend had dropped by your apartment that morning to pick up the rest of his stuff, and he decided that the best person to help him with that was the girl he had been cheating on you with. You caught them together three weeks ago, and you had been so stressed from midterms that you hadn’t even had the chance to go out, get drunk, and have wildly irresponsible rebound sex.

But you had to suck it up for the night, at least until you were able to get the answer you came for. After that, you could go back to your apartment, replace your too tight and too short dress with some nice pajamas, and watch trashy reality TV until you passed out on your couch.

You scanned the room a few more times until you caught sight of a tall man in a dark suit leaning against the bar. Bingo. You set your champagne flute down and ran over to him as fast as your heels could take you. Once you were just a few steps away, you quickly composed yourself and walked straight into his line of sight.

SSA Aaron Hotchner rarely came to alumni events here at George Washington Law School, citing that he wasn’t even a prosecutor anymore and had much more important work to do back at the BAU, but he was going as favor to his old law school buddy. Plus, it was either coming to this or going out to the bar with the team, and seeing as he had just signed the divorce papers with Haley, he wanted to be somewhere he wasn’t going to be profiled all night. The free champagne was also a bonus.

When you saw that his name was on the RSVP list, you knew that you had to go.

“Agent Hotchner?” you asked, giving him your best straight A student smile.

He refused to look up right away, not giving you the chance to charm him. “I’m not currently on duty. If there is a case you would like the BAU to look over, that’s handled by our media liaison,” he said absently, taking another sip of champagne.

You frowned but kept your hand out for him to shake. “That’s not what I’m here for, I-” You took a breath to compose yourself. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m a first year here- getting a joint JD and masters in forensic psychology. My goal is to become a prosecutor,” you pressed, and you were rewarded when he perked up in interest. He slid his drink on the table.

“Most law firms don’t usually want a prosecutor who’s going to empathize with the person you’re prosecuting,” he mused, and shook your hand, his grip just tight enough to pass as faux politeness.

You shook your head and clasped your hands behind your back, trying to ignore how warm his hands were. “I think the best prosecutors empathize with the defendants,” you admitted. “Isn’t that how you succeeded as both a prosecutor and as a federal agent? That’s actually why I came to you, I wanted to ask you a question... about my thesis,” you added quickly, figuring that the best way to get him to talk to you.

Aaron’s posture changed from half asleep to maybe listening, and your face went red. Sure, you only came to the event to talk to him, but you never thought that you’d actually get Aaron Hotchner to pay attention to you. “I didn’t empathize with the people I was putting in jail,” he told you, his voice ice cold. “That didn’t come until I worked in the BAU, and even now, I wouldn’t call it empathy. Just understanding of how they became the type of person they are.” He leaned sideways on the bar counter and you felt yourself shrink under his gaze. You shifted slightly and felt the hem of your dress move up your thighs ever so slightly. Aaron noticed too, if the lick of his lips was anything to go by.

You took his silence as your signal to ask your question. “You offered Jessica Michaelson a lesser sentence that had her released in just three years despite the fact that she murdered her brother in cold blood in his sleep. You had the evidence, why didn’t you push for premeditation?” you asked, and his eyebrow quirked upwards. “In the case The People vs. Michaelson,” you added unnecessarily, trying to break the silence.

“I know the case you’re referring to. I was the lead on it,” he reminded you, his voice edging on dangerous. “You know, most people aren’t interested in my days as a lawyer.”

You shrugged, hoping to appear more confident than you felt. “I’m not most people,” you agreed, biting down on your lower lip. His gaze was so intense, and it was affecting you in ways you couldn’t have imagined. It was turning you on, you realized with a start. It had been a while since you had last had sex, and it was driving you only slightly crazy. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

Aaron grabbed a champagne flute from a server walking by, and shoved it in your direction. You grabbed it cautiously. “Did you read the police report on the case?” he asked, and you nodded wordlessly, taking a sip of the champagne. The alcohol was making you bolder, and you stepped towards him. “Then you’ll know that there was very little physical evidence tying her to the muder. We chose to offer the charge that would have stuck instead of risking her being found not guilty.”

You gritted your teeth together in an effort to calm yourself down. “She murdered four people within the six months after she was released from prison,” you reminded him.

That seemed to have struck a chord with Aaron, and his steely persona seemed to fade ever so slightly. He sighed exasperatedly; you were obviously getting on his nerves. “The prints and DNA that were collected and put into VICAP when she was in prison are what got her caught in the end, and that was the evidence needed to lock her away for life. We wouldn’t have gotten those prints without her original charge. It all worked out.”

You groaned and threw your hands in the air. “You couldn’t have predicted that, though,” you argued. “And people have been found guilty with way less evidence than you had in the original case. I think you just felt bad for her, considering her brother was a real piece of shit.” You were being difficult now, you knew that. But there was something about Aaron Hotcher that was pulling you in, and you wanted to see how far you could push him.

Aaron gave you a predatory grin and he stepped towards you ever so slightly, finishing his drink. He must have had multiple drinks too, judging by the soft flush on his face. “Oh, you do?” He seemed amused now. He slowly raked his eyes from your face, down your neck, and down the rest of your body, and you forgot how to breath. You knew that it was inappropriate and that he was a highly respected FBI agent, even if he was kind of an asshole at the moment. You also knew that the two of you were crossing lines that neither of you should have even been close to, but you shivered under the weight of his gaze all the same.

You shifted back and forth, your brain trying to process what was happening. “Yeah, I do. And I know that you transferred to the FBI after Michaelson was arrested again, which makes me think that this case was your breaking point,” you ranted, your hands becoming more and more animated.

Aaron chuckled, but there was very little amusement behind it. “Are you sure you want to be a lawyer?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “Because you’re starting to talk like a profiler.”

You arched an eyebrow at him. “No thanks,” you said firmly, and he just shrugged before making a move to walk past you. You sidestepped in front of him, effectively blocking him from going anywhere. But it was obvious that he was done talking about this.

In your mind, you had two options now. You could keep pushing him about a case that he obviously didn’t want to talk to you about, or you could switch gears in your brain and have him help you solve your... other problem. Aaron was attractive, and you were getting tired of guys your age. You noticed the distinct lack of a wedding ring on his finger, but there was still a tan to show that it had been there. So either he was recently separated or just trying to cheat on his wife. You wanted to not care whichever it was, but a pang in your heart told you to be considerate. Besides, you did not want to get involved with another cheater.

“Must be hard to be at these events without your wife here to scare off all the lonely female law students,” you mused cautiously. You didn’t want to come on too strong, but the alcohol in your system was slowly clouding your ability to be subtle.

Aaron cleared his throat, obviously taken aback by the sudden shift in conversation. “I’m not married,” he said, too quickly and too defensively. So he’s separated, you thought, and you stepped closer to him.

His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out your endgame. “Well, I would love to discuss your work as a prosecutor more when there are less… distractions around,” you whispered, your words breathy. “Tell me Agent Hotchner, do I make you nervous?” You sounded a lot more confident than you felt.

Aaron just smirked and grabbed your free hand, covering it in both of his, and the action was surprisingly soft, even if it was way too late for him to try acting suave. His eyes, on the other hand, told a whole other story. His pupils were so dilated that his eyes were practically black. “I face the worst people in society on a daily basis. Desperate law students don’t make me nervous. In fact…” He stepped towards you, looking around to make sure nobody else was looking. Aaron leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear with every word. “I think that I make you nervous. And more than nervous, I make you very excited.”

Your breath hitched as he pulled back, a smug smile gracing his lips. You yanked your hand back to preserve what little dignity you had left, but it was too late. “Now, if you would like to discuss my prosecuting career more in depth, then you can set up a formal meeting with me at the BAU,” he continued, obviously proud of himself and the effect he was having on you. He pulled out a business card and upon further instruction, you realized that it wasn’t even his. Jennifer Jareu the name read. “Our media liaison will be able to help you organize that. Now if you don’t mind, I am going to retire for the night.”

Aaron finished the rest of his drink and brushed past you while you were still trying to get your thoughts under control. “Oh, and you’ll make a wonderful lawyer someday, I’m sure of it,” he called over his shoulder, and that snapped you back into action.

You followed, running around him and cutting him off. “And if I don’t want to discuss your prosecuting career?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him. “What if I was interested in a… less formal meeting?”

That was all the permission he needed. Aaron grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the ballroom, the two of you moving so fast that nobody in the room even had a chance to put two and two together. There was an empty hallway just next to the entrance of the room and Aaron pulled you in that direction, pressing you against the wall and kissing you fiercely the second the two of you were alone.

There was nothing gentle about the kiss, but in a strange role reversal, he let you take the lead. It’s certainly not what you expected from Aaron Hotchner who, until now, had been controlling every aspect of your meeting. You realized then that this was his way of making sure you were okay with what was happening- giving you a chance to back out and change your mind. You just answered by tangling your hands in his hair, pulling so that he was at just the right angle to kiss you.

Aaron dug his fingers into your hips, hard enough to make you gasp out. You were definitely going to have bruises the next day, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. He shoved his leg in between yours and tugged on your lip with his teeth, which made you whimper involuntarily. He smirked against your lips, obviously proud of the noises he was drawing from you. You pulled on his hair harder as a sign of irritation, but that seemed to only make him more amused as he pulled away to laugh into your neck.

“Are we just going to make out against a wall like we’re back in high school, or are you going to actually do something worth my time?” you breathe, fighting to keep your voice even and light. It only halfway worked as he dragged his tongue up your neck to your pulse point. And then he bit down, hard.

It took everything in your power to stay quiet, especially as he softly kissed the newly forming bruise. His attack on your neck was relentless as he pulled your hips and back forth against his thigh. You whimpered as you desperately tried to get any friction from the simple movement. Your skirt was now dangerously close to being pushed so far up your legs that you would be completely exposed.

You pulled away first- you had to or your legs were going to completely give out from under you. You desperately tried to get your breathing under control and, to your annoyance, he looked perfectly composed. The only thing giving him away was his slightly swollen lips.

His fingers trailed up your thigh, getting so close to where you want him. “What would you like me to do then?” he asked easily, his voice almost sounding bored. You were speechless, like your brain had just short circuited. There were a lot of things you wanted him to do, but the words were lost on the tip of your tongue. “If you want something, you have to ask for it.” That was a demand, and he punctuated it by pressing his thigh further into you. You were sure he was going to have a wet spot on his slacks. He took the hand not in between your legs and grabbed your jaw forcefully, his thumb resting on your bottom lip. “Use your words, little girl.”

You realize that the two of you were standing on the edge of a cliff, and you had the power to decide whether or not to jump over. It gave you a strange sense of power. Logically, you knew it was a bad idea. He was too old for you, obviously going through some sort of relationship trauma, and wasn’t somebody you could talk to your friends and family about. But the less rational side wanted him so badly it hurt. You wanted him more than you’ve wanted anything or anyone in a long time.

You noticed your strawberry colored lipstick was smudged ever so slightly on the corner of his mouth, and that’s all it took for you to jump off the side of the cliff. “I want you to drag me into the empty classroom just down the hall and fuck me senseless. I want you to use me,” you moan before taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking.

The look on his face is something you’ll never forget. There was a mix of shock and arousal, but also something primitive; His eyes darkened when you told him to use you, and there was a fluttering in your stomach. You couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or dread. Maybe even both.

He removed his hands from your mouth and legs, only to place his hand on the small of your back. He began walking towards the classroom you had pointed out, much too slow for your liking, but he knew exactly what he was doing. “You’re going to regret asking me to use you,” he practically growls in your ear, each word increasing your arousal. “Are you one of those lonely female law students you warned me about? So desperate and needy for a real man to bend you over a table and fuck you until you can’t walk straight? Ready and willing to whore yourself out for the first man who gives you a second glance?”

Your breath hitched as you stuttered out your answer. “Y-yes, Agent Hotchner,” you whispered as he opened the classroom door and guided you in.

As soon as the door was shut and locked, he was back on your lips again, lifting you so that you were sitting on one of the desks with your legs wrapped around his waist. “Call me Aaron,” he mumbled in between kisses, and you were all too happy to oblige.

You were a moaning mess at this point as his hands pushed your dress up to your waist. His hands and lips were somehow everywhere at once and you were so hot and all you could think about was getting your damn dress off, but Aaron seemed to have other plans.

He ran his fingers up your lace covered slit and he just chuckled into your lips. “You’re so wet for me, already,” he groaned and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. “And I’ve barely touched you. Do my words really have that much effect on you? Do you like it when I call you a whore?”

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties and quickly pulled them down. You could feel his bulge pressing against you and all you could think about was how badly you wanted it. How badly you wanted him. Your hands moved down his chest to make quick work of his belt, and his pants followed after.

“Please, please Aaron,” you begged, desperately trying to create some friction against him. His fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled your head back so that you were looking at him.

“You’re so pretty when you beg.” His fingers slowly ran up your slit, not enough to give you any pleasure. He was teasing you and enjoying every second of it. “And I wish I could take my time with you. The things I want to do to you…” Two of his fingers entered you and you cried out loudly. “But somebody could walk in on us at any second. I’m sure they can all hear you moaning like a dirty whore, all for me. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? So desperate for my attention and approval.”

His words turned you on more than you would have liked to admit. “Yes, Aaron yes. Please-” you were cut off by Aaron curling his fingers, hitting that spot that made you want to scream out in pleasure. But all too soon, they were gone.

He inspected his fingers, which were now covered in your juices, before bringing them to your mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, and you eagerly complied, wrapping your lips around his fingers and moaning at the taste of yourself. “I’ll just have to fuck you quickly here, and then you’ll be begging for more next time,” he groaned and finally- finally- entered you.

He didn’t give you time to adjust to him, thrusting roughly into you. He removed his fingers from your mouth and brought his hand to your neck. He didn’t put any pressure, but he wanted you to know that he could and would if you decided to get mouthy with him.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk you were sitting on, your knuckles turning white. Your eyes started to close in pleasure as his hips slammed into yours, but they shot open as he tightened his grip on your throat. “Look at me. I want to see you when you cum,” he ordered, and you nodded the best you could.

“Yes sir!” you cried out, unsure of what else to say.

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, Aaron released your throat and moved his hand down so that he was stimulating your clit. You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten as your legs started to twitch. Aaron took this as motivation to slam into you even harder, relishing each time you gasped out his name.

His pace was unforgiving, leaving you gasping for air. Keeping your eyes open was a challenge, but you were able to do it with his soft mutters of praise. “Even brats like you can be good girls,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “You just need somebody to fuck it into you.”

You were unable to respond coherently, so you just settled on begging even more, although you weren’t sure what you were begging for exactly. Aaron seemed to know, and he sped up his fingers against your clit. You wanted to scream out for him, but your voice wasn’t working. “What did I say before?” he asks roughly. “If you want something, ask for it.”

“Please… please can I cum?” you cried out, feeling yourself getting close to the edge. “Please let me cum around your cock!”

He nodded in approval and you had to muffle yourself in his neck to keep quiet. He fucked you through your orgasm, the overstimulation almost too much, but it wasn’t long before he was moaning your name, and you felt him fill you.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, both breathing heavily as the situation started to sink in. You just let a guy almost 15 years older than you that you just met fuck you in an empty classroom, and you really enjoyed it. Aaron, on the other hand, looked like he was going through a full crisis.

He pulled out of you slowly, and you winced at the feeling. He pulled up his pants quickly. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, looking around the empty classroom. “I don’t have anything good to clean you up with.” A box of kleenex caught his eye and he grabbed a few tissues. It was better than nothing.

You chuckled nervously and waved it off. “It’s fine,” you promised, your voice coming out shakier than you expected, but he ignored you. He wiped the mess dripping down your thighs. You were cold. He must have noticed, because he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Are you okay?” Aaron asked softly, and it was a full 180 from the way he had just been talking to you.

“I’m great,” you admitted honestly. “Seriously, that was… great.”

Aaron smiled at you- the first real smile he had given you all night. “It wasn’t too much?” he confirmed, and you suddenly remembered what he had said to you earlier. ...then you’ll be begging for more next time. Was he planning on a next time? You wouldn’t have minded it.

You shook your head and slowly slid off the table. You took one of the tissues and wiped up the mess that was left on the table. “Not at all. In fact, I could take more. Next time.” Your voice was light and airy. Aaron watched as you picked your underwear off the floor. There was no way you were putting those back on, not when you had no idea when the floor was last cleaned.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he teased, eyeing you carefully.

“Well I can’t keep it if I only have your media liaison’s number,” you reminded him, your eyebrow raised. Aaron chuckled and pulled out another business card, except this time it was his. You plucked the card out of his hands and inspected it carefully. “I’ll call you sometime. You can do all those other things we didn’t have time to do.” You were on your tiptoes now, whispering in his ear. “You know… my mouth can do a lot more than just ask for things.” As you spoke, you slipped your panties into his back pocket. You just laughed as you heard a soft gasp escape his lips.

You made your way towards the door, your legs wobbling dangerously underneath you. You were sure that you looked like a mess, but you didn’t care. All that mattered to you was Aaron Hotchner’s eyes glued to your ass. “Get home safe,” he told you and you let yourself smile. Maybe it was a bad idea to start sleeping with a recent divorcee, but the sex was great and you both knew where you stood with the other person. No feelings, just fucking out your frustrations and stress.

Oh yeah, coming to this event was definitely a good call on your part.

[kinetic-elaboration]

August 12: The Axe (I)

Some random thoughts on The Axe so far, at approx. page 170:

I really want Olav to get himself together but I suspect, from the summaries on the backs of the other books, that he will not.

Ingunn... what can I say? I stan one Dramatic Bitch. She literally paralyzed herself out of grief when her man went on the run. That’s the bar for drama now.

(The bar for dramatic death is still held by Ingebjorg but we’ll see if she loses that crown later.)

I know I’m being mean by saying that... I do feel bad for her. Worse for her all the time, in fact. When she dresses as a wife in private because she’s not allowed to in public and fantasizes about her imaginary house and children, I just ache for her. And her priest is so unhelpful: she can’t get married, she can’t kill herself, she can’t have fantasies, she can’t be a nun--what is she supposed to do?? What?? Go to Sweden and get your man.

Obviously Olav and Ingunn went about this whole getting married thing wrong but there’s a part of me that sort of... that reads their story and thinks about queer marriages, like about people who can’t quite reach the real institution or official relationship milestones then going ahead and picking and scavenging parts of those institutions and traditions for themselves. I mean--yes, this is an awfully pretentious way of saying a couple teenagers hooked up for a couple months and then basically got stuck with each other for life because Medieval Times but nevertheless I was oddly moved by the way Ingunn started dressing as a wife, and how much those changes to her outfit meant to her, or the way Olav referred to himself as her husband. Because in some way--I mean, they’re not married. Not in any way that had meaning then or has meaning now: no witnesses, no papers signed, no religious ceremony, no ceremony at all. And yet they hold themselves out as married all the same, and act as married people (well--ish lol), and would act utterly as married people if allowed to do so.

Anyway, all that said, I really dug those scenes at Hamar where Olav and friends were trying to untangle his various legal problems. The JD in me was on high alert. I like to think that Saint Torfinn really was as he was portrayed in the book because I really respected his thought process and his equal concerns for legal fairness and for equity.

Arnvid is my favorite and though I’m just as engaged with the story around Ingunn as I was with the story around Olav, I miss my favorite kind, intellectual, awkward gay. (Not 100% sure ‘gay’ is what I was supposed to take out of that scene with Einar but... what other explanation is there?? And oml Olav not getting it...my sweet summer child... my sweet murder-baby.)

My Bellarke heart is like ‘I need an AU of this’ because (1) epic love story and (2) Olav has some Bellamy vibes, but dumber, even though Ingunn doesn’t have much in common with Clarke but that’s what AUs are for but I digress.

I have more thoughts but I also want to take a shower and crawl into bed. It is only Monday..........