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okay after getting super faded and playing like fifteen levels of magic sort iβm feeling a bit better :D still need to quit that fuckass job though, every day it gets dumber iβm so over it
itβs so embarrassing to want romantic love for myself like ohhh you want someone to care about you? you want to be someoneβs favourite person? their first pick?? fuck off
β§ΛΒ° Here are some of my favorite Soldier Boy fanfics. β‘
This list exists because I have a completely normal and reasonable amount of affection for Jensen Acklesβ¦ which is to say, I am a little bit obsessed. β‘
Please read the warnings and tags before starting each story. And if one of these fics steals your heart, consider leaving the author a sweet comment or sharing their work. Fanfic writers spend countless hours creating these stories for us, and a few kind words can make all the difference.
Happy reading, and enjoy falling in love with Soldier Boy all over again. β§
Legend βα°: A β angst | F β fluff/romance | S β smut I ~S β implied smut I C β character-typical behavior
β. π Λ ΚΚα΄α΄α΄ α΄Ι΄α΄ α΄‘ΚΙͺα΄α΄ κ°ΙͺΚα΄ I @morganiscooked I F
β. π Λ α΄α΄ΚΙ΄Ιͺα΄ α΄Κ α΄‘α΄Κκ° I @aetherialmuse I F
β. π Λ α΄ α΄α΄ I @winniewritesstories I F
β. π Λ α΄ Κα΄α΄‘Ι΄ α΄α΄ Κα΄α΄ I @waynes-multiverse I F + C
β. π Λ Ι’Κα΄α΄‘ I @godsfaith I S
β. π Λ Κα΄α΄α΄ α΄α΄Ι΄α΄Ι΄: Κα΄α΄‘ Κα΄α΄ α΄α΄α΄α΄ α΄Κα΄α΄ κ°α΄α΄Κ κ±α΄κ°α΄ I @luci-in-trenchcoats I F
β. π Λ Κα΄ΚΚΚ α΄α΄ΚΚΚ Κα΄α΄α΄ α΄ α΄α΄Κα΄ I @wvffles I F
β. π Λ Κα΄Ι΄α΄Κ I @cowboylike-dean I F
β. π Λ ΚΙͺα΄α΄ α΄ α΄ α΄α΄ α΄ I @castielthinkr I F + ~S
β. π Λ Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Ιͺα΄α΄ κ±α΄‘α΄α΄α΄Κα΄α΄Κα΄κ± I @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds I F + S
β. π Λ Κα΄κ±α΄ α΄Ι΄α΄ κ°α΄α΄Ι΄α΄ I @lila-lou I A + F + S + C
β. π Λ Ι΄Ιͺα΄α΄Ι΄α΄α΄α΄κ± I @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds I F + C
β. π Λ Ι΄κ±κ°α΄‘ α΄Κα΄Κα΄Κα΄α΄ I @godmadeaterribleerror I S + C
β. π Λ κ±α΄κ°α΄ α΄Ι΄α΄ κ±α΄α΄Ι΄α΄ I @dina-winchester I F
β. π Λ κ±α΄κ°α΄!κ±α΄Κα΄ Ιͺα΄Κ Κα΄Κ x Κα΄α΄α΄ α΄Κ I @ackles-pleaser I F
β. π Λ κ±α΄Κα΄ Ιͺα΄Κ Κα΄Κ Ιͺκ± α΄ α΄α΄Ι΄α΄Κ I @infrqred I S + C
β. π Λ κ±α΄Κα΄ Ιͺα΄Κ Κα΄Κ Κα΄α΄α΄ α΄α΄Ι΄Ι΄α΄Ι΄κ± I S + C
β. π Λ κ±α΄Κα΄ Ιͺα΄Κ Κα΄Κ κ±κ°α΄‘/Ι΄κ±κ°α΄‘ α΄Κα΄Κα΄Κα΄α΄ I @americanunaverage I F + S
β. π Λ κ±α΄Κα΄ Ιͺα΄Κ Κα΄Κ x α΄Κα΄Ι’Ι΄α΄Ι΄α΄!Κα΄α΄α΄ α΄Κ I @anniewinchesterr I F
β. π Λ α΄α΄Κα΄ α΄α΄α΄ α΄α΄α΄Κ I @losers-clvb I F + C
β. π Λ α΄Ιͺα΄α΄ ΚΙͺα΄ α΄ α΄α΄‘Ι΄ α΄α΄ α΄Κ Η«α΄α΄α΄Ι΄ Κα΄α΄ I @wchswift I S
Okay so I saw your jealous hotch request right after reading βabsentβ so feeding off of absentβs angst and hotchβs conflicted feelings. He gets back from a case (maybe the same one) early and surprises the family at Jackβs soccer game. At the game, he sees the easy back and forth you have with another soccer dad and gets back into his head bc that should be him. Maybe the soccer dad is actually flirting bc βIβve never met your husband. Whatβs his job again?β Or maybe heβs literally just a chill guy and being friendly. dealers choice. Iβd love if reader clocked it and played into it the sliiiiiightest bit (mostly bc the sex once the kids are asleep would be spectacular and maybe we get talking about making baby #3 again)
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a flirty soccer dad??? YES AARON GET HIM cw; fem!reader, jealous!!!!!! and protective!!! girl dad!aaron, briefly suggestive, hurt to comfort <3 wc; 2.1k
The park was already crowded, though that was hardly surprising. A warm morning with no clouds in sight had drawn everyone out; every soccer field was in full use, the air carrying the distant sound of whistles and cheering.
Luckily, it was easy for Aaron to find a parking spot; he didn't need to park down the street like some. He supposed - despite the obvious downsides - late arrival had a benefit after all.Β
He spotted your car parked nearby, and the image immediately came to mind - you unloading the trunk, reminding Ellie not to wander too far while Jack impatiently called for everyone to hurry up. Relief settled in his chest, the first real sense of it he'd felt all week after working a case involving families with young children. The three of you were close. He was home.
It hadn't taken him long to locate where Jack's team was playing, or for his eyes to land on you. You were standing on the sidelines, sunglasses perched on the bridge of your nose. The only thing out of place was one of the other soccer dads talking to you.
It wasn't the fact that you were talking to someone else. It was the way he was doing it.
The sun was to his back - no sunglasses shielding his expression - so Aaron could fully see his face. Hanging onto your every last word, too engaged, arms crossed over his chest in a way that flexed his muscles as he leaned in.Β
He looked too comfortable. Too enamored by you.Β
As you chatted with him, Ellie wandered over and held up a juice box, a silent plea for assistance. You popped the straw in and handed it back without ever losing your train of thought (or glancing away).Β
Dread, and a touch of jealousy, pooled in Aaronβs stomach. The normalcy of it stung, the air now beginning to feel a bit too warm. He felt like a bystander in his own family's life.
Another thought came to mind - is this what always happened when he was away?
The man even offered Ellie a smile, but she paid him no mind, completely ignoring him in favor of running off to rejoin the other little kids.Β
Aaron eagerly picked up his pace, desperate to intervene before the guy began invading your space even more. It didnβt look like itβd be long.
Your friendly face morphed into one of clear surprise when he came into view. You pushed your sunglasses up onto your head, as if your eyes were playing a trick on you. βAaron?! What are you doing here?β
Aaron caught the subtle flicker of disappointment that crossed the man's face. His hand settled around you, a little more possessive than usual, pulling you closer against him. If there was one thing he wanted to make clear, it was that you were his. βWe wrapped last night and took an early flight home. Thought I'd surprise you.β
βConsider me pleasantly surprised,β you grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
When you pulled back, you caught the tension lingering in his jaw, his subtle gaze continuing to size up the other soccer dad. Not that Aaron seemed to notice your observation - he was too focused on the man who had clearly gotten under his skin.
Your hand rested against his chest, your fingers moving absently over the fabric of his shirt, a quiet reminder that you were right there.
βHow's he doing?β Aaron asked as his posture relaxed the smallest amount, his eyes shifting to the far end of the field, immediately locking onto number two.
Your mouth opened, but it wasnβt your sweet voice Aaron heard.
βJack's doing great today.β The man answered instead, rattling off Jack's stats with the confidence of a proud parent. He looked at you, too happily, too smug. βHe's gotten what? One goal? Two assists-β
βI was asking my wife.β
Your expression faltered, taken aback by your husband's strange lack of friendliness. You studied his face, searching for some explanation.
An awkwardness settled in the air, intertwining with the growing humidity, but before you could say a word, Ellie suddenly appeared, crash landing into Aaron's legs. βDaddy!β
-
βToday was fun,β you said, leaning back against the kitchen counter as you watched Aaron rinse off the last of the dishes. The words were casual, but the meaning behind them wasn't. It was an invitation, a gentle opening for him to share whatever had been weighing on him since the soccer field.
The kids had long since been tucked into bed, exhausted after a full day. Jack's team had won, and between the game, the trip to the grocery store, and the belated Father's Day festivities that followed, it was no wonder they'd been fast asleep almost as soon as their heads hit their pillows.
And now, the two of you moved through your usual end-of-night routine; cleaning up before finally settling in yourselves.
βIt was.β His back was to you, putting one of the glasses in the dishwasher. He didnβt elaborate, though his tone indicated there was much more to it than that.
βAaron.β
He stopped, his eyes finding yours. βWhat?β
βIs everything alright?β Your gaze searched his face, worry softening your expression. βYou'reβ¦β you trailed off.
βI'm what?β He asked, a bit harder around the edges than he intended. Frustrated.Β
βActing like you have something to prove.β Your voice softened, confusion flickering across your face as your expression dropped.
βAm I?β It wasn't a challenge or even a denial. More of an admission to himself than anything else.
You studied him for a moment, watching the conflict play across his features. βDoes this have something to do with Jared?β
The name almost made him flinch. His jaw tightened, and he let out a quiet breath through his nose before finally meeting your eyes.
βIs he always that comfortable with you?β he asked, trying for a casual tone that didn't quite land.
βI... no.β You stated with certainty, hands falling to your side. A crease formed between your brows, βnot at all.β
He huffed, shaking his head slightly as he crossed his arms.
βIs that why youβre so upset?β You asked gently, compassion softening every word. βAaron, sweetheart, he-β
Aaron interrupted, βit made me sick to my stomach.β
βI'm sorry-β
βHow natural it all looked.β Another confused look pulled onto your face, and he continued. βWatching him stand there like he belonged beside you. The smile he gave Ellie, like he was hoping she'd smile back. Or as if he was responsible for how well Jack was playing.β
Your tone changed, switching from sincerity to more of a firm confidence. "Aaron, honey, you have no competition.β
βWell, it should have been me.β
βAaron, it is you. Whether you're physically here or not.β You laughed, your expression filled with affectionate disbelief. βDo you really think there's anyone else I would want this life with?β
βEven if most of the time youβre living that life on your own?β
βIβm not.β You insisted, pushing away from the counter and gently catching his forearms, coaxing them apart from where he'd folded them tightly across his chest. βYouβre okay. Weβre okay. So what if you miss a soccer game here and there? None of that changes what you mean to us.β
βItβs not just that, though.β He looked down, ashamedly averting his eyes from yours. βItβs everything. I was talking to Dave,β at the mention of his name, Daveβs words flashed into his mind. Do you ever consider it? Hanging up that badge? βI've been thinking about taking some time off.β
Your brows drew together. The idea of Aaron willingly taking time away from work was startling enough to send a wave of concern through you. βFor how long?β
βA couple weeks. Maybe longer. I don't know.β He gave a small shrug, his eyes finding yours again. βIt's just a thought.β
βWould you actually want that?βΒ
βI don't want Jack and Ellie growing up remembering me as the dad who's always leaving, who's missing their lives.β And the thought of someone else taking his place terrified him. Someone else being there for the moments he missed, becoming the familiar face in their lives while he became the father who was always gone. His replacement.Β
βAaron, that's not who they see.β A sad smile tugged at your lips. βAnd you really donβt miss much. If anything, you miss the ordinary moments. But when you're homeβ¦β your expression warmed, βthat's when our favorite memories are made.β
βIt'd be nice to actually be there for it all. Especially the ordinary moments.β
βIt would,β you agreed simply, because yeah. Youβd prefer your husband to be home at all times - of course you would. βBut we donβt hold it against you. We understand. But I don't want you making a decision because you're punishing yourself.β
βI donβt want to make the same mistakes as before.β A silent understanding passed between the two of you - Haley.
βYou arenβt, I promise you. Jack and Ellie are never counting the moments you're gone.β You held his gaze. βThey're too busy loving the moments you're here. And if you truly feel as if you need to take time off, thatβs fine. But again, donβt do so because you feel as if you have something to prove.βΒ
Aaron wouldnβt be doing it because he felt like he had something to prove. Heβd do it for a million reasons, but never that. Heβd do it because he hated the feeling of jet lag and waking up without you in his arms. Heβd do it to be rid of the paperwork and the nights alone and the bureaucracy. Heβd do it so he never again had to show up at a family event and get a sick feeling in his stomach, a nagging in the back of his mind that some other man was going to come along and take the most important pieces of his life away, simply because he was near and Aaron wasnβt.Β
Heβd do it if only for you. Then again, heβd never quite been good at letting go.Β
He had to get the point across somehow, but he couldn't quite find the words to explain what he was feeling. So, he settled on saying, βI just want more time with you, okay? I donβt think thatβs too much to ask. Itβs not a punishment to be near you. I want to be.β
βI want more time with you, too, Aar,β you echoed as if it was second nature, the reassurance coming without a thought. βI always do. And a leave of absence would be nice, but I donβt want you thinking you have to shut down your whole career just because you think some arrogant soccer dad I have zero interest in is jeopardizing our marriage. Iβm happy with what you and I have.β
βAs a matter of fact, I think our lives are pretty close to perfect.β You continued, quiet certainty in your eyes. βI've got a wonderful husband and two amazing kids. Everyone's healthy and-β Your eyes narrowed playfully at him. β-usually happy.βΒ
Aaron couldnβt help but chuckle lightly. Guilty.
βAnd you happen to have a smokeshow for a wife who's completely, hopelessly in love with you.β Your smile softened. βAaron... as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing else I could ask for.β
The tension in Aaron's shoulders finally eased, if only a little. He let out a slow breath before stepping forward, his arms slipping around your waist and drawing you against him. His chin came to rest atop your head, holding you there a moment longer than usual.
βAndβ¦β you began after a quiet beat, the thought surfacing almost shyly. βI wanted to talk to you about that, actually.β
He hummed softly, encouraging you to continue.
βI was thinkingβ¦β You tipped your head back just enough to meet his eyes. βMaybe it's time we tried for a third again.βΒ
βA third kid?β The question came out softer than he intended, surprise threading through his voice. The two of you hadnβt talked about this since, well, the Roy situation.Β
You nodded, flush filling your cheeks. βPlus, you're kind of hot when you get all riled up and protective about us.β
Satisfaction settled in his chest. Even after years together, he could still get a shy reaction out of you. And just like that, Jared the soccer dad disappeared from his thoughts entirely. Because there was no competition. There never had been.
You weren't looking for someone else. You weren't wishing for something different. You were standing there, telling him you wanted more of this - more of him, more of your family, more of the life you'd built together.
Your lips pulled into a soft smirk. βMaybe you should put that jealousy to good use?β
βNow?β Before you could respond, his grip shifted and he lifted you effortlessly onto the counter. A quiet laugh escaped you as you steadied yourself against his shoulders, his place between your legs bringing him closer.
