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honeypiehotchner · 1 year

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baby, please come home (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot

Merry early Christmas! It’s becoming a little tradition for me to write a Christmas one shot with Hotch every year. This year it’s smutty! (You’re welcome) If you don’t celebrate Christmas, Happy Holidays! And enjoy this one shot full of filth to get you through the end of the year. Love y’all mwah

Summary: Hotch has been overseas for three months and counting, and now it looks like he won’t be home in time for Christmas.

Warnings: beard!Hotch (yes that’s a warning), mention of marriage, Hotch is a (playful) asshole, smut 18+ only pls minors dni!!!, unprotected p in v (wrap it irl pls i beg), oral (m and f receiving), sleepy sex, cockwarming, lots of teasing, Hotch being pussy whipped as one of y’all said on one of my other fics 🤪

WC: ~3k

Christmas is your favorite time of year.

You have no idea why, since all your family did on Christmas was bicker and fight when you were younger. You received presents that confused you, like chocolate “coal” in your stocking and underwear under the tree (because you didn’t “believe” enough, apparently).

Somehow, through it all, you made it your own. The twinkling lights, the fun decorations, the music that you can’t ever get enough of. It’s nostalgic, for a time you never really experienced, but wanted to so badly. The happy holidays. The happy family around a warm fire.

Now that you’re older and on your own, you make it perfectly catered to you because that’s what you deserve.

This year, that means decking the hell out of the apartment. Especially since it looks like you’ll be spending it alone.

Your boyfriend — well, fiancé, except he refused to corner you into a decision right before he left to go overseas, even though you told him you didn’t feel cornered at all — can’t be here, not like he hoped. He went overseas three months ago, expecting to be back after only three weeks. But his assignment is taking longer than he expected.

Much longer, because now he won’t be here for Christmas. You’re trying not to let it tear you up inside.

It’s not like he can control his assignment. And he’s apologized — profusely — multiple times. So much so that you’ve told him to stop. He’s forgiven. It’s alright. You understand. Christmas can wait. You’ll leave the decorations up (which you do anyway) and Christmas can happen once he’s stateside again. No worries.

It does hurt, but you can’t tell him that. Again, not his fault. And he’s already worrying about so much over there. Not to mention, you only get to speak to him once a week. You’d rather spend that time focusing on good things.

You head downstairs to pick up your package, which is another box of lights. You want lights around every doorway, and around the ceiling in the living room. And a few more strands on the tree. Okay, maybe you should’ve ordered another box.

As you ascend the stairs to get back to your apartment, you think of Aaron’s face, how he’d look at you if he saw these lights. How he’d shake his head with a smile, quietly take everything from you, and hang up the lights exactly where you want them.

You wipe away a stray tear as the elevator doors open on your floor. Unlocking the apartment door, you decide the best way to get through this is blast your favorite Christmas music and put on your comfiest pajamas. Maybe some hot chocolate, too. Maybe a Christmas movie on the TV instead of music. You’re pulling out all the stops.

+++

How the Grinch Stole Christmas plays on the TV while you sip your hot chocolate, gazing around the room. You’ll need to find a chair tall enough so you can reach the ceiling.

God, if Aaron saw you standing on a chair, he’d kill you. One time, you were standing on your desk chair to reach the top shelf of your bookcase, and when Aaron walked in, he promptly wrapped his arms around your body and hoisted you down.

“This is why I’m here,” he had said. “I’m tall enough to reach these things so you don’t have to hurt yourself.”

“Yeah, but you were busy!” you argued.

“Never too busy for you, honey,” he said, grinning as he kissed you, then reached for the exact book you needed.

Before you realize it, you’re grinning too, thinking of this memory. You wish he was here. You know he wishes he could be here, too.

Sometimes you wish he wasn’t so damn important. You wish you could talk to him more than once a week, and at least Skype with him or something. All you’ve been able to do is talk to him on the satellite phone, only when he calls you, because the number changes every so often. And sometimes the calls end unexpectedly, other times he has to go (but at least gets to say goodbye), but regardless, they’re never long enough.

It’s unfair. It sounds childish, but it’s true. It’s fucking unfair.

“Ugh,” you groan, wiping angrily at your cheeks. Get it together. It’s time to decorate. Aaron will be home soon.

You have no idea when. But soon sounds better than eventually.

You set your hot chocolate down and grab the lights, getting ready to turn this place into a damn Winter Wonderland.

Halfway through the movie, you have the lights around the ceiling and are working on tearing open the next box. Next on the list are the doorways. You should have enough for the bedroom, bathroom, office, and spare room doorways. Not sure about the kitchen, though. You might need another box. Damn.

“Damn,” you say out loud when you find a knot in the strand. Huffing, you sit down on the couch to begin the detailing process. It’s always a hassle.

Especially when you have your favorite movie playing, so you keep getting distracted. Eventually, you resign to watching the screen and detangling later. You probably won’t sleep tonight anyway, so you have all night to keep decorating.

Right as your favorite part is on, there’s a knock on the front door.

You’re not expecting anyone, so you ignore it, hoping whoever it was will leave. Or got the wrong apartment, maybe.

But they knock again. Jesus. Fine.

You leave your (second) mug of hot chocolate on the kitchen counter as you make your way to the front door. You lift onto the balls of your feet, looking through the peephole, and—

“What?” you whisper to yourself, fumbling with the deadbolt and yanking the door open. “What? Aaron?”

You leap into his arms, not caring that he’s in the hallway. Who cares? He’s here. He’s home. Finally.

“Hi honey,” he whispers, close to your ear. “I missed you.”

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” you murmur, tears springing to your eyes and flowing freely. You sniffle into his neck, inhaling sharply. It’s really him.

He carries you just inside the door and shuts it, giving you both some privacy. He wraps his arms around you even tightly, exhaling. He’s needed this hug badly for weeks. Ever since he landed over there, really.

You lift your head to look at him, eyesight still blurry with tears. “You’re really you? I’m not dreaming?”

“You’re not dreaming, honey,” he says, then kisses you sweetly. “I’m here.”

“Thank god,” you breathe, pulling him back in for another kiss.

Here is when you notice his face. It’s not clean shaven like it usually is — which you understand. There isn’t exactly time for shaving overseas or even razors available to shave with, you imagine. But it’s…different.

The last time you saw him with a beard is when he had a few days off, and he didn’t shave. But that was a few days. This is…almost three months worth.

“You okay?” Aaron chuckles. You’ve just been staring at his face, with your palms cupping his cheeks.

“You have a beard.”

“I do,” he grins. “Do you like it?”

“Still deciding,” you admit. “I’m so used to you with a clean face.”

“Me too,” he says. “I’m ready to shave, if I’m honest.”

You shake your head slowly.

“No?” he raises an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Mm,” you pause, your mind running wild. It’s been so long since you’ve hugged him, felt him. Who can blame you for your mind venturing to…other activities. “Reasons.”

“Oh?” he bites back a smile, adjusting his arms around you, widening his legs. He knows what he’s doing. He knows what you’re doing. “What are these reasons?”

“I think you know,” you tease.

“I think you’re being shy,” he teases you right back. “C’mon,” he nods, his jaw moving underneath your palms. “What is it?”

“Just…” you pause, burying your face in his shoulder. You’re still too shy to ask for what you want, especially something like this. It feels so embarrassing.

“Take your time,” he coos. “You know you need to ask for what you want.”

“Can’t you just read my mind this once? Profile me?”

“It doesn’t work that way, sweet girl,” he says. “What is it?”

“I just missed you,” you deflect with a shrug, but nothing can hide the temperature your body has risen to. “That’s all.”

“Mhm,” he hums. “And how did you miss me?”

He’s relentless, and you hate him for it, but you love his shit-eating grin just as much.

“I missed you being inside me,” you admit. “And…” you trail away, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“And?” he presses, though he knows exactly what you mean.

“And…” you try again. “And, I missed it when you— you know. Put your…yeah.”

He laughs, fingers squeezing your hips, massaging soothing circles. “What are we going to do about you being so shy?”

“I’m trying!” you protest. You’ve never been good at wording these things. He knows you so well that you’re used to just letting him take the reins. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you, honey, I’m sorry,” he calms down, moving his hands to rub up and down on your arms. “Let’s go to bed.”

You deflate, thinking you’ve ruined the moment. “Bed?”

“Unless you’d rather I eat you out right here, yes,” he says.

You gasp. “Aaron!”

“What?” he laughs. “Come on. I’m not teasing you anymore, let’s go.”

He takes your hand and guides you down the hall to the bedroom. You sulk the entire way.

“You’re an asshole sometimes, you know,” you mutter.

He spins around and scoops you up in one swift movement, plopping you down on the bed just as quick. You squeal once you land, all of it happening so fast. He grabs a pillow and places it under your hips, and you just know this is going to be a long night.

You squirm, though, not uncomfortable by him but impatient. And awkward. It always feels weird after it’s been so long, but only because you get in your head about it. Aaron doesn’t ever make it awkward or uncomfortable. He does the opposite.

He kneels before you, tugging your pajama pants down, taking your underwear with them. He leaves gentle kisses in his wake, covering every inch of your skin until you’re practically on fire.

It’s different with the beard, obviously. A little scratchy, but good. Soft. Arousing in a way you didn’t think about.

“God, I missed this,” he says, mostly to himself as he spreads your legs.

His lips travel further, to your inner thighs and over your mound, but not where you need him. Until he covers you with his mouth in a sudden movement.

You squeak and he hisses, pulling back. “Sorry, honey, I’m— Fuck. Okay.”

“Are you okay?” you ask, mistaking his words for something else.

But when he looks up at you, your stomach flips.

“I’m okay, I’m—” he pauses to smile. “You’re so beautiful, I just— It always gets me.”

“Aaron…” you pout. How is he so sweet when he’s between your legs, with a mouth that sinful? How can honey and desire drip from the same tongue so effortlessly?

“You tell me if it’s too much,” he says. He looks wild, like he’s holding himself back with everything he’s got. “I know you’re sensitive and I might get a little carried away.”

You reach your hand down to ruffle his hair, smoothing it out before messing it up again. And tugging, pulling his head closer to your core. He smirks.

“Go ahead,” you tell him. “Please.”

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. Ever.

He dips his head and covers you with his mouth, his tongue delving inside of you immediately, his favorite thing to do. It’s different with his beard, but the sensation is far more arousing than it is anything else. Your grip tightens in his hair and he groans into you. He loves it when you do that, as if you have a choice. It’s almost always an involuntary reaction to his actions. He knows your body so well, even after time away.

He barely comes up for air before returning, wrapping his arms around your thighs, keeping them open. You buck your hips further into his mouth, crying out when he sucks on your clit. Your toys can’t compare to him. They’ll never measure up to his tongue. Or the way his stubble feels.

One orgasm down and he’s already chasing you toward another. Both of your hands are in his hair, holding on for dear life, and he’s nearly incoherent. Another orgasm rips through your body, leaving your legs shaking as he soothes you with gentle touches.

But it’s still not enough.

You claw at his shoulders until he gets the message and crawls up your body, face to face with you, his beard shiny with the remnants of your climax. His hair is everywhere, all your doing, and his grin is wild as he leans in to kiss you.

“Inside me,” you whine, working on kicking his pants down his legs.

He laughs as he helps you, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down. He barely has time to kick them off with his boxers before you’re gripping his hips, pulling him in. You hook your legs around him and pull him closer, making his arms falter. He feels his head brush against your core and he cusses, leaning his forehead on the bed next to you.

“Come on,” you murmur, still impatient. “I’ve missed you, please, I need you—”

“I know, I know,” he coos, lifting his head to kiss you. “I know. Let me get a—”

“We don’t have time for a damn condom, Aaron, get inside me now.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, and if he wasn’t so sweet, you’d slap the shit out of him.

“Yes, please, I’m serious, can you just— Fuck.” He pushes inside of you in one motion, giving you everything like you’ve asked, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

“Better?” he asks, smirking into your neck.

You nod, whimpering, rocking your hips already, begging him to move. So he does.

There’s a certain way that Aaron moves that in unlike any other experiences you’ve had. And maybe it’s simply because he took the time — and wanted to take the time to get to know your body. Now he knows exactly what rhythm you need, whenever you need it, without you having to ask.

Though, sometimes you are impatient and you try to speed things up, the way you hook your heels together and lock him in. His only response is to do as you wish, and wrap his arms around you, between your body and the mattress, to keep you as close to his chest as possible.

“There you go,” he whispers, mouthing at your neck. In between his own heavy breaths, he quietly coaxes you toward another edge. “Let me feel you, honey, let go. You can let go.”

You’re a whimpering mess as you nod, the sensations too much after time away, and yet exactly what you needed. It isn’t long before he works you to your third orgasm, and you cling to his shoulders as you ride out the high.

You always know when he’s about to cum, the way he presses his hips impossibly close to yours, holding himself inside of you as deep as he can. You feel the telltale twitch, his breath hitches, and he collapses.

It’s been a while since he’s let go inside of you, and the consequences will be dealt with in the morning, but right now, it soothes you. Right now, it’s the warmth that you need.

+++

You fall asleep in each other’s embrace, Aaron behind you with his arm draped over you. But it isn’t long before you’re waking up to movement in the bed.

“Sorry,” he whispers into the dark. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“What’s the matter?” you ask, rolling toward him, and when you do, you feel the issue. You can’t help but giggle.

“Sorry,” Aaron sounds embarrassed. “I was just gonna get up, you go back to sleep.” He tries to move out of bed, but you grab onto his arms, pulling him back down.

You shake your head, even though he can’t see. “You’re not going anywhere when I’m right here.” Fully awake now, hungry even. You snake your hand down to his erection, smirking when he hisses as you wrap your hand around him. “I’ve missed this,” you say, moving gently. “Can I?” you don’t need to clarify what you want.

“You’re not too tired?” he asks, but you’re already pushing the covers back.

“Never,” you murmur, stretching out, your mouth now even with his pelvis. You take him into your mouth, humming contentedly. You never thought you’d miss something like this, but you missed everything about Aaron.

His moans are quiet and his hands are gentle against the back of your head, slightly pressing you down further. You don’t mind. If anything, if you were both more awake, you’d want him to hold you down.

Just when you think he’s almost reached his peak, he pulls you off of him. He says he wants to be inside you. You couldn’t think of any place better.

Slowly, with pauses to kiss you because he can’t help himself, he maneuvers you until you’re back the way you were sleeping. With him behind you, he pulls your leg up, placing a kiss behind your ear as he enters you once more.

It’s blissful. He holds you tenderly, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you against him as he rocks into you.

After you both reach your highs once again, you fall asleep with Aaron still inside you. Normally he tries to move, but you know he missed you, because this time he only moves closer.

As he kisses your temple, he whispers, “Merry Christmas, baby.”

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the-bau-quinjet · 1 year

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Back to Me

Summary: Aaron needs you and Jack to come back to him.

Word Count: 8030

Warnings: kidnapping, CM type violence, guns

A/N: Not gonna lie, I love this story. I'm very obsessed with our dear Agent Hotchner right now. I might not be the best writer, but I am actually proud of the story :)

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The sound of the lock in the door opening clued you into his arrival. You shifted slowly, not wanting to wake Jack as you climbed out of his bed. He had only just fallen asleep a few minutes ago as you finished reading him a story.

"Aaron?" you called quietly as you moved through the apartment to the front door. Just when you wrapped your arms around him, his phone started ringing.

"Hotchner," you stayed hugging him while the conversation played out. "I'll be there in an hour." He hung up, finally returning your embrace.

"Do you want me to wake Jack? Say hi before you have to leave again?" you asked, relishing in his embrace a little longer.

"No, better to let him sleep. The case is local, so I shouldn't be gone long." Aaron replied, stepping out of your arms and retrieving his bag. You followed him down the hall, watching as he unpacked and changed before getting ready to leave again.

"Hey," you stopped him on his way out of the bedroom. "I love you, okay?" He sighed in relief, stalling his exit to pull you back into another hug.

"I love you too. Thank you." After another moment, he stepped back. He kissed your forehead before turning to head back down the hallway and out the door.

You met Aaron a little over a year ago. You had just moved to DC for a new job and decided the farmer's market would be a fun change of pace.

"Thank you," you smiled at the woman selling produce before turning back to the rest of the market. You roamed aimlessly through the stalls, not looking for anything specific.

"Excuse me," you turned at the sound of a young voice, surprised to find a small boy trying to get your attention.

"Hi there," you smiled, squatting down to his level. "What's your name? Are you here alone?" you asked. The boy couldn't have been any older than six or seven.

"I'm Jack. I came with my daddy, but I can't find him. I just wanted to get some candy, cause there were free ones." He held out his hand to show you the candy.

"It's nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Y/N. what does your daddy look like? I can help you find him." You listened as he tried to explain his dad, but the description could mean anything. What does tall really mean to a six-year-old? All you really know is that he has dark hair. "Okay, what's your daddy's name?"

"Aaron!" he answered excitedly, proud to know the answer.

"Alright, let's start looking!"

You hadn't made it more than five steps before someone was anxiously scooping up the boy. The man looked relieved to find him, but Jack's reaction wasn't what you'd expected. He looked stiff in the man's arms.

"Jack! I told you not to leave my side," he spewed on and on about how happy he was to find him, Jack's face tucked into his shoulder.

"What's your name?" you were too skeptical of the situation to let him just walk away with Jack.

"Hm? Oh, Aaron," he smiled. "Thank you. For keeping him safe." He nodded toward Jack.

Despite his correct answer, something didn't feel right. Jack stressed that his dad's hair was dark. Sure, this guy has brown hair, but it wasn't exceptionally dark.

"Just a minute!" you called before he could walk away. You grabbed Jack out of his arms, catching the man off guard. "Jack, is this your dad?" He just shook his head, eyes wide.

"Hey! Give him back!" The man screamed, reaching for Jack. You turned away from him, shielding Jack with your body. "Give him to me you stupid bitch!"

His yelling only justified your decision. You leaned over Jack, protecting him from the man who you were now sure is not his father. Unbeknownst to you, the man's yelling caused quite a scene in the otherwise peaceful farmer's market.

"Jack!" You heard another voice yelling for Jack, but your adrenaline was pumping too much to let him go. The man was still reaching for Jack, hitting and scraping you. Jack's safety was now your top priority.

Eventually, someone pulled the man off you, but the yelling never stopped. He kept screaming "that's my son" or "give him to me" over and over. You could hear sirens in the distance, growing closer.

"Are you okay?" you leaned back just far enough to look Jack in the eye. He nodded his head, but you could easily tell how scared he was.

"Where's my dad?" he asked, voice shaking. You opened your mouth to respond when someone else started talking.

"Excuse me, ma'am? Could you explain what's going on?" you turned to see a uniformed officer asking you the question. Her partner was holding back the man who claimed to be Jack's father. You picked Jack up without even thinking about it, still feeling him shaking. You explained everything to the officer as quickly as you could, not wanting to put Jack through anything else.

While the officer wrote everything down, you finally had a chance to scan the newly amassed crowd. Jack looked with you, still anxiously searching for his father.

"There!" he pointed. "That's my dad! DAD!" You followed his line of sight, finally noticing a dark-haired man pushing his way through the crowd. "Daddy!"

Jack bounced with excitement as his dad got closer. When he finally reached you both, Jack practically jumped from your arms to get to him sooner. That is more like the reaction you expected.

You stepped back, letting the two of them greet each other. The officer asked you more questions, moving on to whom you could only assume was actually Aaron. You couldn't help but overhear his answers.

"I was putting my change away and when I turned around he was gone." He held tight to his son, barely looking at the officer asking the questions.

"Then I found that lady and she saved me from the bad man!" Jack chimed in, turning the focus back to you. You smiled at Jack.

"I'm just happy I could help."

Before you could say anything else, the police started talking again. They collected everyone's information, taking down everything they would need to call you in for a formal statement.

You shook Aaron's hand and said goodbye to Jack, assuming that would be it. You didn't fully realize how involved you would be in the case against the man who attempted to kidnap Jack. Thankfully, he took a plea, so you didn't have to testify in a trial.

Throughout the process, you saw Aaron and Jack a few more times. With each encounter, you learned more about the two of them. You found yourself looking forward to seeing them. When you received a call with the sentencing information, informing you the case was over, you found yourself mildly disappointed that you no longer had an excuse to see them.

That feeling was quickly followed by guilt. You would only serve to remind them of Jack's near kidnapping. Being free of you would only improve their lives and let them move on.

For a few months, that was it. You had thought your life was Hotchner-free. But, a chance encounter at a coffee shop changed everything.

"Y/N!" a young voice shouted your name causing you to turn around. Just as you finished spinning toward the sound, you felt the force of a six-year-old boy throwing his arms around you.

"Jack!" you nearly squealed, squatting down to hug him better. You looked around for Aaron, surprise covering your features when you couldn't see him. "Where's your dad?"

Jack paused, looking around with you. "I don't know. He... he was right behind me. But then I saw you in here so I ran to get you!"

"Well, let's go find him." You held out your hand for Jack, carrying your coffee in the other. Just a few steps later, Aaron was running into the store. He stopped short when he saw you with Jack.

"You must think I'm a terrible father," Aaron sighed.

"Not at all," you smiled, leading Jack toward him.

"You're a great daddy!" Jack chimed in, eager to calm his father's fears.

"Thank you, buddy. I need you to stop running away from me," he smiled down at his son, taking his hand from you.

"But you said to stay with adults I know, and I know Y/N!" Jack explained.

"That's right, bud. You do know me." You smiled at Jack, trying to keep this light-hearted despite the serious potential consequences. "But, you shouldn't run away from your dad. He worries about you, so you should tell him where you're going. Then he can help keep you safe." Jack nodded, hanging on your every word.

"Daddy, can Y/N come with us to lunch?" Jack asked, bouncing with excitement. It seems you weren't the only one missing your time together. Aaron looked at you, the question clear in his eyes. You smiled, a slight nod showing your agreement.

"I don't know. You'll have to ask her." Aaron smiled slightly, encouraging his son to actually ask you instead.

"Y/N, do you want to come to lunch with us?" Jack asked, more shyly than when he questioned his dad.

"I'd love to buddy. Let's go."

It didn't take much for you to fully fall for Aaron, especially when you started loving Jack along with him. You grew closer every moment you spent together, and eventually confessed your feelings toward each other. A few months ago, Aaron asked you to move in with them.

It wasn't unusual for cases to happen back to back like this. The last case took a little over a week, but that meant nothing when another case popped up immediately. At least with a local case, you've got a chance of seeing Aaron at night. However, returning to work this late could only mean emergent attention was needed. You hated to think what that meant.

Instead of dwelling on it, you checked to make sure Jack was still asleep before getting ready for bed yourself. You followed your nightly routine methodically, still trying to clear your head of what Aaron could possibly be facing.

Everything was completely normal when you finally settled into bed. You checked on Jack one more time while you turned off the hall lights, then laid down in bed to read. You were just a few pages from the end of a chapter when you heard a noise down the hall.

"Jack?" you asked, walking down the hall. You looked in his bed, glad to see him still asleep. You heard another sound in the kitchen just as you shut the door to Jack's bedroom. "Aaron?" you called.

You continued down the hall, eager to see Aaron again so soon but nervous about what it could mean for the case. Just as you turned to enter the kitchen, you felt a sharp pain across your forehead. Then, everything faded to black.

You groaned as you woke up. The pain in your head made your thoughts foggy. You reached to rub the spot that hurt, but your arms were stuck behind your back. The restriction of your movement jolted you to the present, reminding you of the events before you lost consciousness.

"Jack," you whispered, anxiously looking around the room. No light streamed in from windows near the ceiling of the warehouse-type building you were being held in, so you knew it couldn't have been long. There were crates and boxes strewn about the room, some covered in canvas cloths.

You pushed yourself across the floor toward the nearest stack of crates, stretching as far as you could to pull the cloth off. Dust floated through the air, the cloth falling over your head. You moved desperately across the floor trying to rid yourself of the covering.

Finally getting free, you pushed yourself back toward the crates. You searched the edges, looking for anything rough enough to help you get rid of the tape. The rough concrete floor tore at your skin as you pushed further and further to search the other edges.

On your third try, you found a nail sticking out of the corner near the very bottom. Getting into the correct position was harder than you expected, and you scraped your hands and wrists in your efforts to cut the tape. Still, you managed to free your hands enough to rip through the last of the bindings. You quickly used your newly freed hands to tear the tape from your ankles as well. Slowly, you rose to your feet. You could feel your limbs were weak after being restrained.

You crept toward the door quietly. Before opening it, you listened for the sound of anyone on the other side. You could hear a faint whining, but no other movement. You winced at the sound of the door opening, but you moved through the doorway anyway. Jack was in the corner, his hands and feet bound similarly to your own, but with tape over his mouth.

"Jack," you rushed toward him. You removed the tape as carefully, but quickly, as possible. "Are you okay?" He nodded, but the tears in his eyes betrayed his true feelings. "Come with me."

You grabbed his hand, again looking around the room in an attempt to escape. There was only one other door in the room making for an easy decision. Once again, you stopped at the door to listen for anything on the other side. When you didn't hear anything you slowly pushed through the door. You pulled Jack behind you, trying to keep him out of harm's way.

The new room looked just like the previous two, with one more door on the far side. Listening for noise on the other side, you could hear footsteps coming toward the door. You pushed Jack behind a stack of crates, ducking down with him just as the door flew open.

"FBI, show yourself!" A voice you'd never heard before called through the dust.

"Oh, thank God. Jack, let's go." You picked him up and ran toward the agent paying no mind to your weary limbs or the fact that Jack really was too big to be carried. "Where's Aaron?"

"He's checking another site, please come with me." The man guided you out of the warehouse and to a running SUV. You climbed in the back with Jack still holding him close to you.

"Where are the people who took us?" you asked, wanting to be sure you and Jack were safe.

"My colleagues took them in just a few minutes ago. We found them in the front of the warehouse. It's nice to finally put a face to the name, Y/N" he continued.

"Oh, of course! It's nice to meet you..." you drifted off, clearly waiting for a name.

"Derek. Derek Morgan," he supplied. You felt Jack squeeze your hand, but you attributed it to nerves.

"Well, thank you, Derek. You're alone here?" you questioned curiously. It didn't make sense for an agent not to have a partner.

"Like I said," he started. "My colleagues left to take in the men who took you." Once again, you felt Jack squeeze your hand. This time, you turned toward him.

"What's up, buddy? Derek is taking us to your dad." You tried to smile, but it was clear to both of you that it was a little forced. Jack shook his head as you spoke, gesturing for you to lean in closer.

"That's not Derek," he whispered, eyes wide.

"What?" you asked, although you heard him clearly. "But then..." Your adrenaline started pumping as you realized the precarious position you now found yourself in. "It's okay Jack. I'll figure this out."

"I don't think you will, Y/N. I don't think you will." The man driving cut the act. "I have to say, you weren't supposed to get out of the restraints. How'd you manage?" You ground your teeth to hold in your rapidly fluctuating emotions. "Oh, that's okay. I'll use something stronger than the buffoons who took you. Idiots."

Your mind was reeling as you tried to remember everything you knew about self-defense and how you might lead Aaron to you. A secondary location was bad enough, but a secondary kidnapping? One who you left with voluntarily? There won't be anything at the scene to tell them where to go... If you're going to get out of this, you have to do it yourself.

"What are we doing here?" Morgan asked, his exhaustion giving way to frustration.

"Tori Fallon, age 6, was reported missing an hour ago. She was taken from her bedroom after her parents read her a story." JJ filled in the team as Hotch walked through the door.

"What do we know?" he asked, not one to waste time on pleasantries.

"The window was broken and there was a note left," JJ added.

"From a chained accommodation, I see a desert with monuments built by the hands of an adolescent." Spencer read the riddle, pausing only momentarily to think. "A playground. Is there a playground she went to frequently?"

"Let's find out, she lives 25 minutes from here. Let's go," Rossi chimed in, already rising from his seat.

"A playground?" Emily questioned as they walked to the SUVs.

"A chained accommodation is a swing, the desert a sandbox. Children build sandcastles or 'monuments' in the sand." Reid shot back.

"Dave, take Morgan and see if you can find anything at the house. JJ, go with them and talk to the family. Reid, Prentiss, we'll head to the playground."

The team all nodded with a newfound focus driven by the motivation to find the missing girl. It didn't take more than half an hour for Hotch to pull the SUV to a stop in the playground parking lot.

"Check the swings and the sandbox. He might've left another clue," Hotch instructed, one hand on his weapon and the other holding his flashlight.

"Hello?" a young girl called out, her voice clearly terrified. "I did what you said!" she cried.

"Tori? We're with the police, where are you?" Emily called while Hotch and Reid followed through with the original plan.

"I'm in the slide!" she called, her voice more urgent. "You have to get me out, those were his rules!" Emily rushed to her, quick to check the slide was clear before climbing inside to help Tori. Hotch and Reid met them as they climbed out. Tori was completely fine, although still terrified.

"You're parents are on the way. They'll be here soon." Hotch tried to reassure her. "Whose rules?"

"The man you took me here. He said to stay in the slide until the police came to get me out. Or else he would hurt my mommy and daddy." She was still shaking in Emily's arms as her parents pulled up to the playground. JJ, Morgan, and Rossi walked up to the rest of the team, the question clear on their faces.

"Why kidnap a child and leave her completely fine at the playground 5 minutes away?" Rossi voiced the obvious.

"Reid." Hotch nodded to him and Spencer held up the note he found in the sandbox.

"For this," he unfolded the note, all eyes on him. "Lost something?"

"That's it?" Morgan asked, incredulous.

"No, there's a picture..." Reid turned the page around to show the team. It wasn't a recent picture, although Hotch was the only one who could tell with absolute certainty when it was from. You were squatting so you could be at eye level with the young boy you were talking to. The concern on your face was evident, but you were clearly smiling to appease the child. Hotch remembered that day. How could he forget? He nearly lost Jack and met you in the process.

He had his phone in his hand, speed-dial assisting him to make the call before anyone else had looked up from the image on display. "Answer the phone... Answer dammit!"

When the phone went to voicemail, Hotch immediately started moving. He gestured for the team to follow, but didn't bother waiting to see if they would. Dave and Emily got in the car with Aaron. Morgan, Reid, and JJ followed in the other SUV.

"Garcia,' he started when the next call connected. "I need a visual on my apartment building. I can't reach Y/N or Jack. Look out for a white male, dark hair, 5'9". Name is Tucker Landry."

"Running background as we speak." The sounds of Garcia rapidly typing could be heard in the silence. Hotch was already ten minutes from his apartment. "I've got the footage, sir. Two men, both white, but blonde."

"Dammit!" Hotch hit the wheel, his desperation leaking through. "I can't do this again, Dave. I can't lose them."

"You won't," he promised. "Garcia, track their car."

"Already on it, sir. I've followed them four miles north, but they're about to leave the city limits." She continued typing, tracking the car while simultaneously running the check on Landry.

"Find him," Hotch ordered. Meanwhile, he pulled up outside his apartment building. Despite knowing what he would find inside, he ran from the car. Forgoing the elevator, he took the stairs two at a time up the three flights to his apartment. The door was ajar, and drops of blood littered the hallway.

Rossi and Emily pushed past him into the apartment, clearing the rooms as they searched. Hotch stood paralyzed at the entrance, too stuck in the thoughts of what he could find to force himself through the door.

"All clear, they aren't here," Dave called from the kitchen. When no response came, he moved back to the door. "She's not here, Aaron. By the looks of it, they took them both alive."

Hearing that he still had a chance was what he needed to jolt him into action. He was back down the stairs before Morgan pulled the other SUV to the curb.

"What are we looking at?" Morgan asked, JJ and Reid coming around the other side of the SUV.

"Home abduction, minimal blood. Garcia tracked the car north but lost them at the edge of the city." As Rossi filled everyone in, Hotch was already profiling.

"He was opportunistic last time he tried to take Jack. He's not organized enough to coordinate this." Once again, he had his phone in his hand. "Garcia, did you find any properties in his name?"

"Yes, sir. I was about to dial you myself. Tucker Landry's father owned an old warehouse 10 miles north of the city. When his business went belly up, the warehouse was abandoned. Coordinates are already sent."

The warehouse appeared abandoned when they arrived, but that was nothing new. "Morgan, Prentiss go around back. Dave, JJ check for a side entrance. Reid, you're with me." Hotch ordered his team, already on the way inside.

With each room cleared, his anxiety worsened. His need to find you and Jack was nearly overwhelming. Finally, they entered a room, coming face to face with Derek and Emily.

"Back here!" JJ called. "There's duct tape and drops of blood. It looks fresh."

"They were here recently," Dave added. "It looks like she cut herself out of the binding on a nail."

"This is disorganized. So where are they?" Hotch paced, his mind running a mile a minute but coming up with no answers.

"Two bodies out back, looks like the blondes from the surveillance footage," Emily supplied.

"Why lead us here only to take them somewhere else?" JJ questioned.

"The riddle, the 'fake' but real kidnapping to get you out of the apartment, the picture we found there... It's all been about the chase. He wants to feel the power he wasn't able to last time." Reid spoke quickly, trying to keep up with his own train of thought.

"He can't have meant for Y/N to get out of the tape. He might have a plan, but it's not very well thought through." Just as JJ finished talking, Morgan's phone started ringing.

"Babygirl," Morgan started, but he was quickly interrupted.

"Were they there? Are they okay?" Penelope jumped in, the need to know overwhelming her.

"They must have been here recently, but they're gone. We found the blondes, dead. Is there anywhere else he could take them?" he asked.

"The other reason for my call, although I was hoping you wouldn't need it. Landry's father died a few weeks ago. He left Tucker the house in his will. The paperwork hasn't all been filed because he should still be in prison, which is why I missed it on the first pass."

"Coordinates?"

"Already sent. Go get them." Penelope hung up, nervously looking for any more information she could find just in case. The rest of the team split up once more, hoping this would be the ride that lead to your and Jack's safe return.

Jack was bound, tape over his mouth, in the opposite corner of the room. You could still hear him crying, the tears pouring down his small cheeks. This time, he locked you both in a bedroom.

After forcing you and Jack into the room at gunpoint, he made you zip-tie Jack and cover his mouth with more duct tape. He then forced you to bind your own legs before quickly binding your hands. Still, he followed your example and bound your hands in front of you like you did to Jack.

With all the force you could muster, you pushed your hands out and pulled them toward you as fast as you could, pushing your wrists apart on the inswing. It took a few tries, but eventually, you felt the plastic snap. The ties around your feet were harder. Maneuvering closer to the bed, you pushed yourself up until you could cross one foot over the other. Then, you tried to sit down, flattening your ankles. Once again, you felt the plastic give.

Before you could move to free Jack, you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. You quickly moved back to your original position, laying the zip ties around your arms and legs as if they were still attached. At the last second, you gestured for Jack to close his eyes.

Finally, he opened the door and walked into the room with the same level of casualty you'd expect of an old woman on a Sunday stroll. He glanced at you and Jack, clearly pleased you hadn't been able to escape his supposedly superior binding- seems he wasn't much smarter than the so-called buffoons that kidnapped you first.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I didn't cover your mouth." He started talking, and you had to force yourself not to roll your eyes. "Now we can finally talk," he smirked. "Do you remember me?" he waited. You squinted at him, trying to recognize any of the features. "Stupid bitch, just like before."

The words triggered a memory. Suddenly, you were back to leaning over Jack, protecting him from an onslaught of force from the man you knew not to be his father.

'Tucker," you whispered, involuntarily glancing at Jack. Thankfully, he didn't seem to recognize the man or the name.

"And she finally gets it!" he laughs. "You ruined my life. That boy," he points at Jack, "was my ticket out! Out of debt. Out of the country. OUT!" You didn't need to be a profiler to notice he was manic and devolving. "You know, when they gave me the task I thought that was it. There was no way I could figure out how to steal a child. And, boom, then he walked right past me, unaccompanied. But of course, you had to RUIN IT!"

He punctuated this most recent fit by hitting you across the face with the butt of his gun. You winced but still waited for the right opportunity.

"They broke me out of jail to finish the job. You see, bookies don't take kindly to getting stiffed, especially not the kind I've dealt with." Finally, his whole story made sense. "I had him! This would've been so much easier if you just stayed out of it." The sound of his laughing would haunt you for the rest of your life. "And now? Now you get to watch as I get the money I need, and I'm gonna use that kid-"

He turned as he spoke, gesturing to Jack with his empty hand. You took the opportunity to strike, your fear for your own life and Jack's life taking over.

Dating Aaron had many perks, but knowing how to defend yourself was possibly the most important thing he taught you. It was easy enough to surprise him, knocking into him hard enough to get him to drop the gun. Using the momentum to your advantage, you hit him in the solar plexus with the butt of your hand - no harm in falling back on knowledge older than your relationship with Aaron. Miss Congeniality was there for you when he wasn't.

When he fell backward, you quickly stooped to pick up the gun. Standing firmly, you braced yourself the way Aaron taught you, careful to stand at an angle that allowed you to point the gun at Tucker without having Jack in the background.

Tucker stood casually despite the gun aimed at his chest. His glare never left his eyes, but the pretentious smirk on his face clued you in. He was still underestimating you.

"You don't have it in you to shoot me."

You pulled the trigger with no hesitation. The bullet knocked him back to the ground, blood leaking from the chest wound. You could only hope Jack listened to your earlier warning and closed his eyes. You stood frozen, gun still pointed at Tucker for a moment. He was still looking at you when you saw the light leave his eyes.

Suddenly, his phone started ringing. The noise was enough to jolt you into action. If he was trying to sell Jack, then it's possible other people were on the way to the house right now. You made sure to click the safety on before stuffing the gun in the back of your pants like you see in movies.

You found yourself chuckling at how Aaron would definitely yell at you for bad form but now wasn't the time. Without a knife, you weren't sure how to free Jack without hurting him. Instead, you removed the tape from his mouth and carried him out of the room.

"It's okay. I'm gonna get you out of these and we're gonna drive away until we're safe and can call your dad, okay?" Jack just nodded, tears giving way to panic. Your frantic movements likely weren't helping, but you were running on pure adrenaline.

Making it down the stairs with Jack was difficult, but not impossible. Then, it was just a matter of finding the kitchen and using a small knife to cut through the zip ties. The fake FBI vest Tucker wore to "rescue" you was sitting on the counter. It might not be FBI issue, but maybe it is actually bulletproof. You slipped it over Jack's head and tightened the straps as best as you could without wasting too much time.

Thankfully, Tucker threw his keys on the counter as well, so you were able to grab those and head for the front door. Just before you could actually open the door, headlights shone through the windows and you froze.

"Let's go out the back, okay?" you grabbed Jack's hand and the two of you took off. You knew the house backed up to the woods from the ride in, so you ran until you and Jack had enough trees between you and the house to offer cover. You were close enough to see the people running into the house, but you couldn't quite hear them.

"Okay, this could be the actual police. But, it's only two cars... real police would bring SWAT and ambulances."

You sat with Jack behind the trees, holding him close while you tried to think of a plan. Running to the car would almost certainly end poorly. Staying in the woods would only work for so long. You glanced around the tree, thankful that the people inside left their headlights on. You could see clearly all the way down the driveway.

"Alright Jack, here's the plan: we're gonna steal one of their cars. They parked further down the driveway, so if we sneak through the woods we can reach the car without running into the open. Okay?" Jack nodded, his hand gripping yours tightly.

The two of you started making your way as quickly as you could manage with the limited light. As far as you could tell, the people were still looking for you inside- you could see their flashlights in the upstairs windows. About halfway to the car, you heard the back door bang open.

One of them was yelling, but over the sound of your own heart beating and the crunch of leaves under your feet, you could barely hear them. You pulled Jack a little harder, trying to reach the car faster now that the people were outside.

"They have to be here somewhere, fan out!" Aaron screamed, his panic clearly showing through. He took off toward the woods leaving the rest of his team to follow. "Please, Y/N. Please. I need you to be okay. I need you to have Jack. I just... I need it." Aaron muttered, desperately scanning the woods with his flashlight for any sign of you and Jack.

He was so deep into the woods he could barely see the house when he just barely heard Morgan yelling. His heart nearly stopped and for a minute he froze. Then, he ran.

"C'mon, Jack! We're nearly there," you whispered, still holding each other's hands tightly. When you were finally level with one of the SUVs, you wasted barely a glance before jumping out. One of the people was definitely headed in your direction, so you needed to move quickly.

You threw open the backseat, forcing Jack into the car and quickly the door. Already on the driver's side, you threw open your door as well. You could hear the closest person yelling, this time near enough to hear his words.

"Stop! FBI!"

You didn't let the claim phase you, instead hoisting yourself into the car and slamming your own door shut. "Jack, you buckled?" you asked, fastening your own seatbelt.

"Yeah," he whimpered, still terrified.

"Okay, close your eyes again buddy. I'm gonna keep you safe." You threw the car into reverse, whipping around only to find two other people in FBI vests waiting for you. An older man with a beard and a young blonde woman stood in front of you, guns in hand but not pointed at you. You could see the man who yelled running toward the SUV in your rear-view mirror.

Indecision coursed through you. You'd already taken one life today and these people were strangers. The gun you took from Tucker sat on the passenger seat, but you knew a car was a better weapon. You shifted into drive and pressed the gas, praying these two would just get out of the way. When the two realized you weren't going to stop, they jumped to the side, giving you a clear path out.

It was only when you reached the street that you realized you had no idea where you actually were. It was easy enough to remember the way back to the main road, but everything after that is a blur. It only took a few minutes for the other SUV to catch up to you.

You could feel the panic beginning to set in as you sped down the road. You couldn't see any turn-offs and the road was deserted. The people following you were going to catch up. The question was, what were you going to do about it?

"Who was that?" JJ asked, not bothering to dust the dirt from her pants before running with Morgan and Rossi to the other SUV.

"Call Hotch. That was Y/N and Jack," Morgan filled in as he started driving.

"You're sure?" Rossi questioned. When Derek merely nodded, he pulled out his phone. "Aaron, we found them. Y/N's a fighter. She managed to steal one of the SUVs, Jack's in the backseat."

"Where are you?" Aaron felt his panic subside, but he knew he wouldn't be fully calm until he had them in his arms again.

"We're following about a mile back, but she's in fight or flight. If her instincts said running was the safest bet, you can be sure she won't stop until she has to." Dave answered, doing his best to help calm Aaron's fears.

"So, how do we get her to calm down if we can't contact her?" JJ posited.

"She'll calm down if I'm there. I know she will," Aaron was quick to answer, but Rossi was just as fast.

"If we turn back now, we'll lose sight of her. If she thinks we can track the car, she'll ditch it. Aaron, where would she go?"

"Guys..." Morgan nodded toward your car, noting its declining pace. He slowed with you, maintaining the distance. Suddenly, you pulled a 180 and slammed to a stop and they watched as Jack ran from the car into the woods. "What the hell?"

"She wouldn't separate the two of them without good reason. Stop here," Dave instructed as they pulled up about 30 feet away. To their surprise, you got out on your own and stood behind the car door.

You needed a plan and you needed it quickly. Looking around the car, for anything that could help, you finally noticed a phone in the cupholder. Calling Aaron would help your nerves, but he couldn't help you fast enough. You needed a plan now.

"Jack, I'm gonna pull over. When I do, you have to take this phone and run into the woods," you started forming a plan, but Jack wasn't having it.

"I don't wanna leave you!" he cried, tears once again pouring down his face.

"I know, buddy. I know! I need you to be brave. I just need you to run and hide and call 911, okay? I'll stay near the car to keep the bad guys from following you. Then the police and your daddy will come to help us, okay? Can you do that for me? Can you call for help?" you hated putting this kind of pressure on him, but it was your only idea to keep him safe.

"I can do it," he said through tears, gripping the phone tightly when you passed it to him.

"You're so brave, Jack. Your dad is gonna be here soon," you could only hope you were telling the truth. "Don't come back out to me until you hear the police sirens, okay? Are you ready?"

After a few deep breaths, he whispered that he was and you slowed the car. Confident that they weren't going to speed up to crash into you, you whipped the car around and put it in park. Jack followed your plan precisely, running from the car as quickly as his little legs could carry him.

You quickly checked the bullets in your gun counting only five. It would have to do. Without much thought for how insane the entire situation was, you threw open your door and took cover behind it. Gun in hand, you watched the other car just sitting there while praying for the sound of sirens.

After a moment, the three people exited their SUV and stood in a similar fashion to you.

"Y/N, we just want to talk! We work with Aaron!" The older one yelled to you. You could tell the younger one who first yelled at you wanted to follow Jack into the woods.

"Don't come any closer!" you screamed back. "If you work with him, then why isn't he here?"

You know Aaron wouldn't give up the chance to find you. He wouldn't let himself be left behind, not when Jack and you were on the line. You won't fall for this again.

"He's back at the house," the blonde one chimed in. "He was searching the woods for you when you managed to escape."

You started shaking your head before she finished her sentence. After everything you and Jack had been through, you stubbornly refused to believe he had been so close and you missed him.

"We're FBI. We're here to help." The older one started yelling again, but you didn't know what to believe. "I have Aaron on the phone."

You had no idea if he was telling the truth, and no plan came to mind to get the phone without putting yourself in danger. But if Aaron really was on the phone...

"What are your names?" you asked. Even after a year together, Aaron was still too anxious to actually introduce you to the FBI world. Despite never meeting his team, he has told you plenty of stories about them.

"My name is Jennifer Jureau, friends call me JJ." Her voice was calm as she spoke.

"Derek Morgan," the younger man added and you sobbed. You could hear the older man giving his name, but you couldn't understand them. It was the same name. You had no way of knowing if they were telling the truth.

"Why don't you let me get Jack out of the woods? He's probably scared," the man claiming to be Derek called, already moving toward the woods.

"No. No!" Your hands shook as you lifted the gun. "Don't go anywhere near him! I'll shoot! You saw Tucker!"

"Gun!" One of them yelled and they all jumped back behind the doors.

"Y/N, we just want to talk. Tell us how we can convince you."

Aaron was still on the phone with Dave, listening as they tried to calm you down. Emily holding him back was the only thing stopping him from chasing after you on foot.

"I should be there, dammit!" he screamed, pacing.

"She's safe, Hotch. We called for backup," Reid started, but screaming on the other end of the phone stopped everyone.

"Gun! Y/N, we just want to talk. Tell us how we can convince you!"

Dave must've shifted the phone to speaker and set it on the car because Aaron could hear you yelling this time.

"That's what he said!" Your voice was raw and shaking and his heart broke a little more. "He said he was there to help and he lied. He lied! Where's Aaron? I just want Aaron."

Finally, the local police pulled into the driveway. Emily and Spencer stayed behind to fill in the officers. Aaron practically jumped into the first squad car that pulled up to the house, paying no mind to the police that just left the vehicle. He used Emily's phone to follow the GPS coordinates Penelope sent once the two SUVs stopped moving.

"I just want Aaron," you practically sobbed. You hastily rubbed your cheeks to rid yourself of the tears. You were so close, you couldn't give up now. You were still trying to come up with a plan when you finally heard sirens approaching.

Jack ran to you from the woods when the first squad car pulled up. You threw the gun to the ground and wrapped Jack as tightly as you could. Everyone was approaching you, but you only had eyes for Jack.

"You're okay? Does anything hurt?" you asked him, eyes running over his entire body.

"I'm okay," he started. He was going to continue when his eyes lit up. "Uncle Dave!" He ran from your arms to hug the older man from the other SUV. "Uncle Morgan! Aunt JJ!" He hugged them all before returning to you.

You felt renewed tears when you realized what Jack's reaction meant. "You're actually FBI? Aaron... Aaron's at the house?"

"He's on the way here now," the real Derek Morgan filled you in.

"I- I'm sorry I pointed a gun at you," you swallowed, hugging Jack again while you spoke. The relief of finally being safe was setting in and you realized how exhausted you were.

Before any of the agents could reply, another squad car screeched to a halt. The door was opened practically before the car was fully stopped.

"Aaron," you whispered just as Jack screamed, "Dad!"

Aaron was to you and Jack before either of you could take a step. For a few minutes, he just held you both.

"Daddy! I called the police and you came! Just like Y/N said," Jack was all smiles now that everything was over. He would obviously need to work through all of the trauma experienced in the last six hours, but right now he's just glad to be with his dad.

"Of course I did, buddy," he answered, still holding the two of you. "I'll always come for you. Both of you," he squeezed tighter before looking between the two of you. There were uncharacteristic tears brimming in his eyes and his voice betrayed the emotion he was clearly experiencing.

"Jack, why don't we take you over to the ambulance to get checked out? I'll stay with you," Dave guided him over, removing the too-big bulletproof vest as they went.

"Where did you get a vest?" Aaron tried to smile at the adorable image of Jack in an oversized vest, but it vanished when you sobbed into him.

"I'm so sorry, Aaron. I'm so sorry. I wanted to get him out and I walked right into his trap. Tuck- Tucker pretended to be FBI, said the rest of his team took in the guys who kidnapped us and you were searching another potential site. I, I shouldn't have gone with him. I should've known. I-"

"It's not your fault," Aaron cut you off. "You kept him safe. You got him out," he comforted you.

"He," you hiccuped. "He said he was going to sell Jack to pay off his debts. After I... I killed him..." you trailed off. You were only now coming to terms with the events that transpired. "I didn't know if the people coming into the house were the buyers. I didn't know if you'd be able to find us when he took us to a tertiary location. I had to get away. Once I got Jack to safety I was going to call you, but then we were being followed."

"You don't have to go through this now," Aaron interrupted the story, trying anything to get you to stop shaking.

"I do," you insisted trying to get through it quickly. "I found a phone in the car," you started up again, wiping your cheeks. "I asked Jack to run into the woods and call 911 so he wouldn't be caught in the crossfire. I thought... I was willing to kill them if they tried to take Jack," you sobbed.

"I never wanted you to have to do that, but I need you to know how proud I am of you," Aaron soothed, and you managed to choke back your tears enough to listen to him. "I know you did everything to protect Jack. You fought and you bled and you did what you had to to make sure both of you came back to me," his voice broke as he finished the sentence.

"You came for us too," you breathed out. You held each other for another moment before Jack came running back.

"Uncle Dave says it's your turn to get checked," Jack grabbed your hand. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, Jack. I'm just so happy that you're okay, and that your dad is here," you squeezed his hand back. He pulled you toward the ambulance and Aaron followed along. They both stood with you while you got cleaned up, Jack still holding your hand. With these two by your side, you knew you'd be okay.

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You will always have a piece of my heart

Daryl Dixon • They/Them Pronouns • From an argument…to an emotional goodbye. Life changes for everybody, but you’ll always have each other • ANGST/SFW • TW: Canon

Requested by: Anon

From strangers to friends…

“Hey”

Daryl flinched to the unexpected voice that was attached to the Alexandrian enjoying the night sky by themselves on their porch.

“Uh…hey?”

“Sorry I saw yea comin’ from Aaron’s. Don’t think we’ve met” They started and in a sense, expected him to say his name first but guess they did come off a bit creepy when startling him. “Alright uh. I’m Y/N. I saw your group come in but didn’t want to introduce myself then”

“Daryl, and why not?”

“New environment. Shits scary. Y’all wanted to get a feel for it before letting us insiders in”

The archer couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth in his chest just from a total stranger being considerate instead of shoving their existence down their throat.

“Welp!” Y/N smacks their knees before rising to their feet. “I’m here if yea ever need me. I don’t bite” as they made their way to their front door that’s when Daryl whistled for their attention.

“Yea uh. Think yea can show me around more tomorrow?”

Now it was them that couldn’t help their smile and their own sense of security with the warmth in their chest.

“Sure Daryl. I’ll see you in the morning”

“Goodnight Y/N”

“Night” They smile on their way in closing the door behind them..

Leaving Daryl to fully smile in the streets of Alexandria before making his way back home.

“Y/N?” Aaron called out for them as they were hiding away in their new place back home. He cautiously walked the place until he found them sitting on the floor propped up against the wall. “Y/N, are you hurt? Are you okay?”

Y/N looks up at him with tears running down their cheeks as that led for their best friend to kneel in front of them checking their person for anything. But they quietly pushed his hand away when it got took close to their face. Aaron frowns trying to understand just from body language but he was receiving nothing.

“Y/N…what happened? You were so happy reconnecting with our family but then—-“

“He’s leaving”

“Who…Oh, oh. I thought you knew Y/N” Aaron frowns sitting on the ground before them as they shook their head covering their face in their hands.

“…Why does it hurt this much Aaron? Why does it still hurt so much”

“Because he’s leaving. To find someone we’ve lost years ago…who’s confirmed to be alive somewhere.” Aaron sighs. “It hurt you in the past…being alone when someone you love chased dead end after dead end. Now you’re not together…you fell apart and rebuilt yourselves…but there will always be a piece of your heart connected to him, that makes him leaving hurt like your first heartbreak”

Friends into lovers…

“Ha! You what?”

“I love you” Daryl confesses to the confused Y/N as they were currently covering from enemy fire from the Savior’s side. “I needed to say it now”

“Or what? You’ll die with regret when I would never let anyone hurt you ever again?”

“…What are you saying?”

“My own version of I love you too” Y/N exhaled as the firing stopped for just a moment as they brought their hands onto his face bringing him in just enough for their lips to connect. “That son of a bitch will meet my wrath for hurting my favorite person.” They state once they part as Daryl instinctively brought them close when the firing started back up for a temporary moment.

As the first battle comes to an end, Daryl kept Y/N close until they were alone for the night. Y/N brought Daryl into their home bringing him into their arms protectively crushing them in their grasp.

“I’m not going anywhere sunshine”

“Please don’t ever”

Daryl straightened up while holding them in his arms returning the same amount of bone crushing protectiveness in their hug. He hid his face in the crook of their neck trying to get as close as humanely possible.

They were never going to let go of the other

Daryl sat alone for a moment at the fountain that carried metal placards that bore the names of those they’ve lost. He needed to go back to Y/N and talk it more thoroughly instead of the heated argument they had that lead to them pulling themselves away from a supposedly happy reunion as a whole group.

‘You look lost’ Connie signs to Daryl as he didn’t sign back immediately, all he did was look back down at his feet. She sighs audibly to get his attention as she brought herself to sit with him. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Y/N is upset’

‘Why?’

‘I’m leaving. To help find Rick’ Daryl has told Connie some time ago about the bridge fire and the time before their group joined Daryl’s. So she knows about the recent news. ‘I don’t know why they’re so upset with me’

‘Because you left before. Refused to come back. Fell in bed with another. Had a life you envisioned with Y/N, with the wrong person. Then expected everything to go back to how it was and that blew up in your face’ Connie was hitting him hard with everything. ‘The two of you separated but you have pieces of each other still embedded in your heart and your soul…that you will always be drawn back. But separating after all this healing, regardless that your romantic relationship is no longer there…they will miss you and don’t want to lose you forever’

Daryl knew what he had to tell them before he gets on his bike and goes to who knows where…and he was thankful for this moment. As was Y/N for theirs with Aaron.

Which led them watching Daryl saying his goodbyes to the kids and to Ezekiel, thanking him for keeping an eye on the two knowing Carol will also be there for them. Y/N kept their distance until they were ready for their turn but also to not cry in front of the man.

“You be safe, okay?” Carol smiles fixing the poncho on her best friend as Daryl nods giving her a smile before turning his attention toward Y/N. “You two will be together again. In this lifetime or another. Who knows”

“Keep an eye on them for me?”

“They can handle themselves. We know this, but I promise if it calms your nerves”

“I just want them to be safe” Daryl tells Carol in the softest tone he’s ever been as he waited for Ezekiel to finish talking with Y/N before making his way to them.

You know they will

As they want you to be as well

The two didn’t say a word yet, even when they were a foot apart from one another. Then Daryl quickly looked them in the eye when he heard them sniffling as that lead them to finally make eye contact with him.

“I hate you for doing this”

“That’s okay”

“You’re very important to me, D. I won’t forgive you if you didn’t come back”

Daryl felt that uncomfortable yet familiar weight return to his chest but when Y/N brought themselves close, wrapping their arms around him. That weight disappeared as he brought his arms around them. Using that old force of his protectiveness he had with them knowing he won’t be able to hold them for a long time.

“…I really hate you for doing this. But we fought too much in the past about this” They whisper keeping their grasp on him as if he’d disappear when they part. “Just please tell me…you will come back”

“I will, and not alone”

It was time, whatever that may be. The light was still shining bright upon the two as they parted from the other. Daryl looks them dead in the eye and don’t give it a second thought before saying…

“I love you”

I love you too D “I know” Y/N smiles warmly feeling Daryl gently hold their face planting a kiss on their forehead before getting onto his bike.

The archer sat there a moment glancing back to Y/N who stood there with a smile on their face as he was waiting for something. Something that never escaped their person even when he remained still for just a moment longer.

Then as he started his bike and started to drive away from the new Commonwealth that they both helped rebuild for a year. Y/N felt themselves fall apart as they watched him fade into the distance…

“You’re my person yknow that? You will always be my person”

“Even when my heart belongs to you?”

“You can be hate me till the end of time, but I know I will always go to you regardless”

And strangers again…

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grimesthinker · 11 months

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for dialogue prompts how about "you’re working yourself too much" with Rick? It's a little vague but he needs some rest💔💔

this is MONTHS late but </333 not sure if you intended for this to be smut or fluff but i'm in a mood so it's just fluff all around. also this is barely a dialogue and i kind of ran with it anyway lol i luv rick enjoy

you can tell by the way he comes through the front door of your shared alexandria house, his tone clipped and his breath heavy. he'd been out all day, doing whatever it was that the community needed of him. his dark curls are damp from sweat, a few strands falling onto his forehead. you offer a soft smile as you wait for him. he doesn't even bother to take his boots off, and instead takes a seat on the sofa. he sighs and puts his arm over his eyes. you take a seat beside him, gently taking his hand and placing a kiss to his knuckles. he looks at you now, silently apologizing for coming in without greeting you like he normally did. he looks at you now, with your sweet eyes and rosy cheeks and he almost instantly forgets about any trouble he's had that day. any walkers, any arguments, any fights? they seem to melt away when he takes in the sight of you.

"you okay?" your voice is soft. exactly what he needs to hear. he nods, a hand on your jaw as he connects your lips for a moment.

"i'm alright, sweetheart. jus' tired."

"you work so hard, rick..." you trail off, rubbing his rough, calloused hand with your thumb. "can i help?"

"gettin' to sit here with you is enough, don't you think?" you adore the way his voice sounds. husky yet gentle. a southern twang that always makes you blush. you take it in. you've missed it.

"you're a good man, rick." you tell him and place a sweet kiss to his jaw. he does so much, not only for the community, but for you. when he first came to alexandria, you were scared. intimidated by him and his group. you always had safety in alexandria and never had to do the things he had to do to survive. he was skeptical about you too, of course. what could this young, doe eyed girl and him possibly have in common? you both grew close to each other though, and now you're thankful every day that aaron brought him there.

he grabs your arm as you you try to stand, an attempt to go fix him a plate of what you made for dinner. you smile softly, knowingly. you cuddle back up to his side. you both soon fall asleep on the sofa, and you're happy to be there for him, letting him take a break and rest for the first time in a while.

#rick grimes ⛥*:･#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #the walking dead #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes imagine

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BABYSITTING AT HOTCH'S

A/N : This one shot is settled in season 7 (because even if every seasons Hotch does something to me, this one is🧎🏻‍♀️) and even if I absolutely ADORE Beth, for the purpose of the story she's not in a relationship with Aaron 🫶🏼

TW : smut, dom Hotch/sub reader, chocking, a nal fingering, unprotected sex (pls be careful)

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"No, it's alright. I'll find someone. Yes, thank you. Have a good evening too."

Aaron hung up the phone, sighing.

"Everything ok Hotch ?" you asked, as you enter his office.

"Ah yes. I have a meeting for budget tonight and Jess can't babysit Jack so I need to find someone. Don't worry about that. What's going on ?"

"I have these files for you." you responded, hanging him the files. "You know, if it could help you, I can watch Jack tonight."

"I can't let you do that. It's Friday night, you probably have plans."

"C'mon Hotch. You know how Jack and I like each other. And even if I am a woman in my 20s, everything Friday nights I just want to go home and watch Netflix, especially with the weeks we have." you laughed slightly.

"I get that." he chuckled. "Are you sure ? I mean, I would like that but I don't want you to feel obligated."

"I would be happy to help." you said to him, a soft smile on your lips.

"It's settled then. Do you think you could go pick him up at school ? I'll call them to let him know."

"No problem, sir."

You knew Jack since a couple years now. He always liked you and everytime he went to the BAU he was always happy to draw at your desk and your drawer was filled with his masterpieces. It was nice to hang out with him, talking about his school drama and honestly spending a friday night with a kid was in your opinion, a lot better than spending it with Tinder dates. So spending your Friday night with him wasn't a chore at all.

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"Hey Jack! You know that your Dad's triathlon is soon right ? What would you think if we make him signs ?" you told Jack, while he was washing his hands.

"Oh yes!!! It's such a good idea !"

"Great! Where do you guys keep the crafting stuff?"

Jack took your hand and showed you a drawer in his bedroom with colored pencils and glitters and all. You took all that you guys going to need and walked downstairs to the kitchen. You spend most of the night helping Jack creating his banner, only stopping to cook dinner. He helped you cleaning the kitchen before taking his bath and asking you for a bedtime story.

"And they lived happily ever after." you read softly, before closing the book.

Jack was peacefully sleeping, still holding onto your arm. You left a sweet kiss of his forehead, wishing him good night before going downstairs to wait for Hotch.

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When Aaron came home later that night, he walked to the living room where he found you asleep on the couch, a blanket draped to your body, hair in your face, Before he could stop himself, his eyes trailed the expanse of skin that you’d left exposed. He never realized how beautiful you look, especially in that dimed light, so peacefully sleeping. He tried to do as little noise as possible as he walked towards you, replacing your hair behind your ear. He decided to go look on Jack, telling himself he'll wake you up after. He was sleeping serenely, his Star Wars night light illuminating the room. He wished him a good night buddy before closing the door. When Aaron saw you again, you were in the same position, breathing evenly. He tried whispering your name but nothing could make you move. Not knowing what got into him, he took you bridal style in his arms, carefully, for you to not wake up and he walked towards to guest bedroom, where you'll be a lot more comfortable. He didn't want to wake you up, sleep was important especially with your job and you look so peaceful that waking you up was not a option. In the guest bedroom, he tucked you in, hesitating before leaving a light kiss on your forehead and wished you good night, before closing the door. He suprised himself with a feeling in his stomach from the way you were laid in one of his bed, beautifully sleeping.

You woke up the next morning in a room you didn't know. With the smell of the bed sheets, you realize you probably fell asleep at Hotch's house but the fact the you're in a bed is something you can't remember. You got up, streching your arms and yawning before going downstairs to the kitchen. You see Jack watching cartoons and Aaron in the kitchen, making coffee.

"Good morning." you said, shyly.

"Hey, good morning. I'm sorry, you fell asleep on the couch and I didn't want to wake you up, so I put you in the bed instead. For you to be more comfortable you know...Hope it was ok." he responded timidly.

"Oh. Yeah, yeah. Sorry I didn't want to fell asleep. Rough week." you chuckled, a bit suprised by his answer. "How was your meeting ?"

"Well, you know how the superiors are." he said, smiling softly. "Want coffee?"

"Yes please, that would be great."

"There you go." he grins, handing you a cup of coffee. You smiled, taking your first sip. "So Jack wants pancake for breakfast, do you want to eat with us ? I mean it's Saturday, we don't have work to do...yet." he tells you.

You were a bit taken aback by his proposition. Not that you didn't want to eat with them but eating breakfast at your boss's house seemed like a weird idea. But it was Saturday and pancakes couldn't hurt and you kinda wanted to spend more time with him.

The three of you sat at the table, Jack speaking about what he wanted to do today. The weather wasn't really on your side, rain falling hard outside. It was a bit too domestic for you to be sitting at the table with your hot boss and his child. But you didn't know that Aaron felt the same. You seemed to noticed that he looked more relaxed when Jack is there, his usual frown on his face not visible, making jokes and being all paternal. It was weird seeing him like that. Of course you see Jack often but it's always at work so you never had the chance to see him really being a father.

"Dad, can we watch a movie today ?" Jack asked, his mouth full of pancakes.

"Of course buddy, what would you wanna watch?"

"Mmmh, The Little Mermaid ! Can Y/N watch it with us dad ?"

You almost chocked on your sip when you heard Jack asking that. Hotch seemed clearly taken aback with his demand as you.

"Well, if she wants, I mean, do you want to ?" Hotch asks, looking at you.

"Well, The Little Mermaid was one of my favourite movie when I was younger so why not. As long as I'm not interrupting."

"It was ?!" Jack asked, amazed. "Dad looks like Prince Eric don't you think?"

"Hahaha, yeah I can see it." you responded, looking at Aaron, his cheeks getting red.

After breakfast you help Hotch cleaning the kitchen while Jack was playing Lego, waiting for the two of you to be ready for the movie. The thunder outside made the ambiance cozy as you sat on the sofa. Aaron joined, sitting next to Jack who was happy to cuddle his father.

Even if you loved The Little Mermaid and knew the movie by heart, watching movies during the day wasn't really doing it for you. Especially after eating, the chances of you falling asleep were high. Hotch seemed to notice that as you fell asleep right on his shoulder. He didn't dare to move, you looking too cute your head on his shoulder.

"Y/N." Aaron murmured, shaking you a little. "The movie's over."

"Aaron." you said, sleepily.

The use of his first name was unusual for you. Always calling him Hotch or sir or boss, but never Aaron. The feeling he had in his stomach the night before was back and he couldn't push it away.

"Where's Jack?"

"JJ's house. Henri called for a playdate." Hotch answered, his eyes in yours.

He couldn't help but look at you, all shy on his sofa. Your cheeks getting red, your eyes in his and slowly looking down to his lips. You always knew he was beautiful, always looking at him at work, at his features. But you never knew he looked that beautiful, dressing normally, in his living room, so close one another. Before you knew it, your lips were on his, tasting the sweet taste of pancakes and the dry taste of his coffee. The kiss was soft, rather inquisitive, both of your lips learning each others. When you both back off to take a breath, you gazed up at him, flustered, a small shy smile on your lips.

"You are so pretty." Aaron murmured, his forehead on yours.

"So are you." you said chuckling a little.

He chuckled slightly, not believing he was kissing you, leaving a couple of kisses on your forehead, down to your jaw before going back to your mouth. The kiss was more heated and his hands quickly found their way to your hips, pressing them slightly. This action made a moan come out your mouth and Aaron couldn't help himself from bitting your lower lips.

"Come here." he murmured, pointing his lap.

You did as asked, grinding yourself on him, feeling him getting hard. His mouth moved to your neck, nibbling on your sweet spot near your ear.

"Want to continue this in the bedroom ? I mean, if you want of course." he asked, his lips on your ear.

You follow him in his bedroom, anticipating what's going to happen. Hotch pushed you gently on the bed before hovering you, his lips on your jaw and his hands on your hips. Grinding himself a little on you, he moved his mouth to your collarbone, sucking on your skin. Your hands found their way on his back, tucking on his shirt to take it off.

"Do you really want to do this?" he asked, his eyes in yours.

"I do. Please."

"How do you wanna do it ?"

"I want you to do everything you want to me Aaron."

His hand went between your legs, grabbing the place where you wanted him the most. You could feel yourself being wet, cyprine making it's way to your thighs. He helped you take off his shirt and yours, his eyes going down on your breast covered in your lace emerald bra. Your chest was raising up and down, your hands cupping his face. Aaron kept his eyes in yours before kissing down your chest, unclipping your bra, moving his lips to the hem of your jeans. He looked at you, as if he was asking for permission. You nodded slightly, wanting him to put his mouth down there already.

"Words baby."

"Yes please Aaron."

He took off your pants, kissing your stomach before kissing down your thighs, pushing them apart slowly. He left a kiss on your panties, your respiration becoming more and more rapid. He pulled your panties aside, licking a long strip from your folds. You moaned, hands gripping his hair. He then placed his lips against your folds, nibbling against your clit. He pushed one finger in, then two, your hips rocking against his mouth, wanting more. Sucking your clit, he lifted your legs on his shoulders, weighting your torso down on the bed with one hand on your lower stomach. Your moans were becoming more and more loud and you knew you would be cumming soon. Aaron knew it too because his mouth left your core to leave small kisses near your hips.

"On your knees." he ordered.

You did as asked, unzipping his pants before taking off his boxers. You told yourself he was big but not that big. You gasp in suprise, making Aaron chuckled.

"What's going on sweetheart ? Too big for you ? You're gonna open your mouth and make it fit like a good girl."

You nodded, approaching your lips to his member but he stopped yourself, tucking of your hair.

"When I speak I want an answer. Are you gonna suck my dick like a good girl?"

"Yes."

"Yes who?" he asked, his hands putting your hair in a make shift ponytail.

"Yes sir."

You kissed his balls, moving your lips to his member, keeping eye contact with him. You sucked on his head before taking him all in your mouth, his head going deep into your throat making you gag. He pushed your head slightly, making back and forth movements. Salive coming out your mouth, your mascara running down your cheeks.

"Fuck. You look so pretty on your knees for me. I'm gonna cum and you're gonna swallow everything alright ?"

You took his dick out of your mouth to answer him, crying a yes sir before taking him back in your mouth. His respiration was twitching and you could hear him groaned, his cock twitching in your mouth. A hot substance making it's way down your throat. You stuck your tongue out to proved to him that you swallowed everything.

"Go on the bed, on your hands and knees."

Positioning yourself on all four, you almost screamed when his hand slapped your ass, hearing Aaron chuckled at your reaction. His fingers runned down your pussy, his mouth finding it's way between your folds again. You couldn't help but moaned, the sensation being too good.

"I want to put my mouth and my fingers everywhere, in all your holes. Would you be okay with that?" he asked, fingers in your pussy.

"Yes sir."

Without you saying more, he put his tongue on your asshole, licking it.

"Gonna make it nice and ready for my thumb, right sweetheart ?"

You couldn't talk, only responding by a moan. The feeling of his tongue down there was so good, better than anything you had before. You felt his thumb running near your asshole before entering you. You couldn't help but make a muffled pleasure scream, rocking your ass on his finger. His thumb in your ass and his tongue in your pussy was a combination you could only dreamed about.

"Mmmh, you taste so good, like I imagined it."

This did it for you, hearing him say he imagined doing these things to you. Before you knew it, you came on in mouth and fingers.

"Oh my baby made a mess. She will help cleaning that right ?" he said, his fingers on your lips making you open your mouth to suck on his fingers. He kissed you, his tongue fighting for dominance. His lips moved to your ear, murmuring sweet things to you.

"I'll fuck you good baby, and you're gonna take all of me in you. I'll fuck you until you become a mess in your boss's bed."

His hands reached your ass, spreading your thighs slightly before pushing himself in you. He was so big and you let out a cry. His fingers brushed your hair, letting you time to adjust yourself to his size. He kissed your ear, before thrusting slowly.

"Is this alright love ? I'm not too rough on you ?" he murmured in your ear.

The way he was dominating but at the same thing caring for you to feel safe was something that could create butterflies in your stomach.

"It's good Aaron. You make me feel so good, I promise."

You heard his chuckled slighty, still thrusting slowly into you.

"Harder."

"Beg for it."

"Please sir, I need you to fuck me harder please."

He didn't need more than that for him to thrust harder, his balls punching against your pussy. Both of your were moaning and your moans became louder when his fingers found their way to your clit, pinching it. His thrust were becoming sloppier each time and the familiar knot in your stomach was back.

"I'm gonna fill you up." you heard him say, one of his hand grabbing your throat, squeezing it softly. His other hand grabbed your nipple, pinching it. Your fingers found their way to your clit, finishing the job he first started. A few moments later, you felt the hot substance in your core, cumming at the same time.

Aaron fell next to you, his hand tracing little circles on your shoulders.

"Thank you for that." you looked up to him, shyly.

The confidence you had during your sexy moment was now gone and you couldn't help but feel shy, even if he just fucked the hell out of you.

"I've been dreaming of doing that for a long time." he smiled, his fingers brushing your hair behing your ear.

"What does that mean for us ?"

"What do you mean?" he frowned.

"Well at work...and in real life."

"Well, at work we could sign some papers but for starters what would you say if I asked you out on a date first ?"

You blushed, kissing his nose before agreeing.

"But first I want another round, soft this time." you murmured.

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hotchlove · 2 months

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Baby Names | Reader X Aaron Hotchner

i take requests! plsss dm me or leave them here if u have anything fun you'd like me to write. it can be angst, anytype of trope, smut, etc. • PLZ NOTE: i ONLY do oneshots. they differ from long to short depending on the character and story. i do not write series! • baby names - 696 words • desc.: - so much fluff!!! - pregnant y/n

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i'm on the last trimester of my pregnancy, only two more weeks to my due date. i'm nervous and anxious and scared, sure, but aaron has been so supportive. he's been staying home with me for the past week and will continue doing so till the baby is here. he does go to work when there are emergencies - like special calls, stuff he needs to be there for. which i understand of course, his job is so important. but i'm really glad he can be here for me. it's not easy carrying a child for nine months, alright? but the sight of sweaty, angry aaron whilst struggling to assemble a crib makes it all worth it. "can i help you, honey?" i ask whilst flipping through a baby name book. it's gonna be a baby girl, we found out three months ago at the tiny gender reveal party we hosted together with our family and aaron's team, they are family too. everyone came with gifts, so we didn't really have to buy much for the baby ourselves. not even the crib, dave got us that. i almost jumped up in his arms out of happiness. and now i'm about to jump into aaron's seeing him so sexy assembling it. "no- no, i got it." he exhales, "you found any good names yet?" he asks and grabs his screwdriver. "clementine?" i joke and aaron scrunches his nose, "no, that's too corny." i nod in agreement and flip through more pages. "what about.. priscilla?" aaron freezes and gives me one of those scary profiler looks, "perfect, let's find her an elvis to marry too" he scoffs. i grin and bite my lower lip, "alright, so not priscilla." "halo?" "where are you getting these horrible names from, y/n?" aaron laughs and comes to take a seat next to me, looking over my shoulder into the name book. "horrible? okay then agent, you try." i place the book in his hands and he chuckles, placing a kiss on my cheek then flipping through the pages. "here's a good one," he smiles "genesis." he grins and my mouth parts open.

"help me up, i'm filing for divorce." i tease him and grab his hand to stand up. he laughs, "alright, alright. so not genesis." he grabs me and drags me to sit on his lap. i play with his hair as he continues flipping through the book, "angelina?" aaron mumbles, i nod at first. angelina is cute, it's girly, it's murdery. "that sounds like a serial killers name. next." he scoffs, "seriously? serial killer?" "don't know, you tell me, mr. profiler." "so not angelina." i make a 'hmm' sound, like i'm thinking, when a good name finally pops into my mind, "cora." "hm?" aaron asks and looks at me, closing the book. "cora. what do you think? cora hotchner." i grin and he looks up to the ceiling, like he's trying to convince himself, but then he smiles and nods agreeingly. "cora hotchner," he says, sounding proud. "i love it, honey." his lips touch mine for a brief two seconds. "what about a middle name?" i ask, "i feel like we should give her a middle name, no? you have one, i have one." "sure. but let's do a better job than my parents did." "whaaat? i love yours. benjamin. it fits you." i peck his lips and he shakes his head, "what about grace?" "grace?" i ask. i like it. "grace. means blessing." he places a hand on my round belly, "our little blessing." i smile, "i love when you say goopy stuff." i kiss him and he smiles. "cora grace hotchner." he says like a proud soon-to-be-girldad. "i love it. i love her already. so much." i place my hand on his cheek. "so do i." he looks me in the eyes and his soft gaze melts my heart, "i hope she gets your eyes. if she does, she'll be the most beautiful girl in the entire world. just like her mother." i blush a little as he says that. "i love you, aaron." "i love you too, y/n." he kisses me, then looks down to kiss my stomach, "and you, cora grace."

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The greatest thing that I have achieved 2/10

Chapter title: Little moments that pass us by Summary: After Haley’s death, Aaron isn’t sure how to move on from the grief. Then one night, months later he finds himself falling into bed with Emily, his best friend and that changes everything. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,1k Warnings: Grief, morning sickness, pregnancy

Hi Haley, it’s been a while since I’ve been here, a while since I’ve written you and I’m sorry about that. But I’m here now. I miss you every day, I still find it hard to look at the pictures of you in the apartment, but Jack loves them. He kisses the framed picture of you next to his bed every night, but I’m sure you know that, I’m sure you feel this love for you even from the beyond..

We’re doing okay, somehow, I never thought we would. But I’m not going to lie, life would be so much easier if you were here. You were such a light for Jack and it’s one of those qualities I will never possess. He’s still playing soccer, he’s getting good at it too. I’m sure you know that, am sure that you’re watching over his every move from wherever you are.

Which is why I think you already know this as well, but I think I really screwed things up down here. I slept with Emily and now I’m afraid that I’ve ruined our friendship. You once said that you thought I was in love with her, and I could have been, before… before everything. But life happens and now I feel like I’ve made a mistake.

I don’t know, maybe it’s weird talking about this with you, after all who would talk about another woman to their ex-wife? But I know you’d be my voice of reason, I know that you wanted me happy just as much as I wanted you happy. But I’m not ready, even if it wasn’t Emily, if it had been someone else, I’m not ready to move on.

Anyways, enough about me. I’m bringing Jack next time since it’s your birthday.

Until then, I miss you – Aaron.

Emily walks into the office the following Monday and she sees Aaron in his office. Not that she was surprised, he was always there before the rest of them, always the last one to leave, even now. She looked around and saw Spencer in the kitchenette but no one else from the team seemed to be in yet. She sighs but still makes her way up the stairs. They hadn’t talked since that Friday, only two whole days really, but it felt strange because she was used to talking to him almost every day.

When she knocks on his open door his eyes lock on hers and she can see the way his jaw clenches, how his posture instantly seems more tense.

“Can I come in?” She asks and waits for him to nod before entering his office. She closes the door softly behind her before making her way to the chair across from him. “I thought it would be best for us to talk.” She offers him a smile that he barely returns, and she knows that she’ll be the one carrying the conversation.

“Are you alright?” He asks and it surprises her that it’s the first thing he says.

“I am.” Her head tilts to the side as she takes in his appearance, he looks tired in a way he normally wouldn’t, everything seemingly in place but still something missing. “Are you?”

“I’m fine.” He says and puts the pen he’s still holding down and releases a sigh. He had thought all weekend about how their first interaction would go, had no idea what it meant for their friendship.

“Relax Hotch, I’m not expecting roses and dates.” She tries chucking but the sound catches in her throat because once not too long ago that had been exactly what she had wanted. “We were drunk, it happened.” She fixes him with a stare and she sees him visibly relaxing. “But we are best friends and colleagues and I want you to know that this won’t be an issue unless we let it. At least not on my end.”

For a second everything is quiet as he looks at her with softening eyes.

“I was worried you would be angry.” He tells her honestly. “That I had taken advantage of you.”

This time she does chuckle, the sound much softer than he had expected.

“I seem to remember me coming on to you.” She leans back in her chair, the mood in the room already a little lighter. “And don’t get me wrong it was a great night but…”

“But we work together.” He finishes for her and she smiles sadly at him.

“And you’re still grieving, I know I’m the first one since the divorce, and it was unfair of me to take that from you.”

“You didn’t take anything from me, Em.” He lets himself lean over the desk and take her hand to squeeze. “We were drunk and made a mistake, but don’t ever think that I didn’t want it or didn’t enjoy it.” He smiles and let’s go of her hand and only a couple of seconds later there’s a knock on his door.

“Come in!” He yells and JJ pops her head in, files already in hand.

“I’m sorry am I interrupting?” She looks between the pair curiously but as they both shake their heads she holds up the files. “We have a case.”

“We’ll be right there.” He tells the blonde who disappears as quickly as she had showed up.

“We’re okay right?” Emily asks as she stands up and smooths out her jacket. “One time thing that we don’t mention again?”

“We’re okay.” He promises with a smile as he stands up as well. They walk into the round table room together and Aaron takes a seat beside JJ and Emily sits down in between Derek and Dave. When he looks back at her she’s already looking through files, and he knows that they’ll be alright.

More than a month goes go by and things have gone back to normal. They work together and it’s like nothing had changed, like that night was a dream. Then one morning she wakes up queasy, barely makes it to the bathroom in time before she’s throwing up the remains of the dinner from the previous night. She wipes her mouth when she’s done but finds that she’s too tired to stand up. She had been tired lately but had chalked it up to general exhaustion from too little sleep and too long days.

Then another wave of nausea hits her and somewhere between heaving into the toilet and gathering the strength to make it back into the bedroom to get her phone from the nightstand she calls JJ.

“Hey Jajye,” She walks back to the bathroom and sits on the floor. She leans back against the bathtub in case she needs to throw up again, already feeling her stomach churning. “I think I have food poisoning or a stomach bug or something, anyways I don’t think I can make it in today.”

“Oh honey, I’m sorry.” Comes JJ’s voice over the phone. “I’m not sure if we’re going anywhere yet, I’ll try to stop by with some stuff for you if we do and if not I’ll come by as soon as possible.”

Emily wants to argue, wants to tell her that she’s fine but she doesn’t have it in her and she knew that the blonde wouldn’t listen to her anyways.

“Thanks JJ.” She says instead before hanging up. She leans her head back against the tub’s edge and wills the churning in her stomach to stop.

“Hey Hotch,” JJ walks into his office first thing when she gets to the office. “Emily is sick, she sounded pretty terrible when I spoke to her. We don’t have a case yet, so I was wondering if it would be okay for me to head over to her apartment with some stuff? I’ll be quick.”

Aaron is nodding before she even finishes speaking. For as long as Emily had worked at the BAU, she had never taken a sick day.

“That’s fine, but bring your phone in case we need to reach you.”

“Of course.” She nods and turns, but the sound of his voice stops her.

“Tell her to feel better.” His eyebrows are furrowed, worry clearly written all over his face. Emily had been off for the last couple of weeks, tired in a way he wasn’t used to seeing her, but every time he had asked if she was okay she had shrugged him off.

“I will.” JJ smiles reassuringly at him and then heads toward the elevator.

JJ rings the doorbell not even forty minutes later but when Emily doesn’t open the door she’s quick to use the spare key she had.

“Emily?” She calls out as she walks through the apartment.

“Upstairs. In the bathroom.” Comes her muffled voice and JJ is quick to walk towards the stairs.

She brings the bag with her as she climbs the stairs towards the bedroom and adjoining bathroom. She finds Emily on the floor of the bathroom, pale and sweaty.

“Oh honey.” She starts to move toward her friend but Emily puts her hand up.

“I don’t know if I’m contagious.” She says weakly and it makes JJ smile.

“I don’t care I have a toddler remember.” She sits beside her and brushes Emily sweaty bangs out of her eyes. “You look horrible.”

“Gee thanks.” Emily replies dryly. “I just woke up really nauseous and I’m exhausted. Maybe it’s a stomach bug.”

“You have been more tired lately.” She agrees and rubs her shoulders, her hand warm compared to Emily’s body. “Have you anything to drink? Eat?” JJ rummages through the bag and pulls out a bottle of ginger ale.

“I had some water and kept that down, I haven’t been sick in a while I just haven’t wanted to get up.” Emily doesn’t resist when JJ hands her the bottle and she takes a small sip. “That is actually really good, thank you.” She smiles softly at JJ.

“Come on, let’s get you up.” She helps Emily up and together they walk into the bedroom and Emily sits down on the edge of the bed while continuing to sip the ginger ale. “I got you more ginger ale and water, some bread just because it’s easy for the stomach,” She continues to rummage through the bag and then stops momentarily. “and I got this, just to be safe.” She slowly holds up the package for Emily to see, a knowing look on the blonde’s face.

“A pregnancy test, really?” She almost laughs but finds that she’s too tired to muster up the energy. “That’s crazy I haven’t had sex in…” She trails off as her mind goes back to that night, she does the math and realizes that her period is a week late. “Oh shit.”

The following night Aaron has just put Jack to bed when his phone rings. He sees Emily’s name flashing on the screen and he’s instantly worried. She hadn’t been at the office for two days, it felt weird, not having her there.

“Hotchner.” He answers and sits down on the couch.

“Hey Hotch, it’s me Emily,” She sounds anxious even through the phone and his worry instantly sky rockets. “Can I come by? I need to talk to you.”

“Yeah sure, are you alright?” It’s a second too long before she replies.

“I’m fine. I’ll be at your place in twenty.”

Those twenty minutes feels like hours to him. He can tell that something is wrong, his gut screaming at him that it’s something huge. He busies himself by cleaning around the apartment, washing dishes and picking up Jack’s toys until the soft knock on his front door finally sounds through the apartment.

When he opens the door he can see the dark rings under her eyes, how she’s bitten her bottom lip red.

“Hey.” She walks inside when he steps to the side. “Is Jack awake?”

“No.” He gestures for her to sit on the couch and then sits down next to her. “What’s going on Emily?”

She takes a moment to let out a breath, her eyes darting around the apartment as she musters up enough courage to tell him what she has only known for certain for a few hours. It was weird, feeling this anxious around him. But then she looks back at him he’s looking at her with nothing but worry and it she knows that no matter what, this was Aaron Hotchner, her best friend sitting in front of her.

“I’m pregnant.”

#hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss fanfic #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #aaron x emily

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Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) Chapter 33

"Good morning.” Garcia greets.

You send her a smile.

“Good morning Penelope.”

She has a pep in her step, but that abruptly stops.

“Penelope! You never call me Penelope!”

Why does it feel like this has happened before? Now you have the attention of Morgan, Prentiss and Reid.

“I promise nothing bad happened. Actually I..I spoke with my dad a few days ago. “

“Dad, you mean the dad that you had a really bad relationship with?”

She takes a seat. The rest of the team has gathered around.

“Yes, that one.” You chuckle.

“After my mother passed we just sort of drifted apart. I didn’t agree with the way he handled his grief and he didn’t agree with mine. But I think we’ve finally found a balance. He came over and we just talked about her for hours. It was nice.” Morgan pats your shoulder.

“That’s great. Glad you’re patching things up with him. “

“I’m so proud of you.”

Garcia leans over, hugging you. Hotch steps out of the elevator at that very moment.

“Are we celebrating something?” He asks.

“Just a milestone in (Y/N)’s family development.”

Garcia praises. She pulls back, and you feel somewhat exposed with his gaze on you. After the chat with your dad, you sort of gained a new perspective. It would definitely take some time for you to get over your feelings for Hotch. In truth it may never happen. What you knew is that you loved this job, and your team. Having their support was more than anything you could ask for.

“Can I see you in my office?”

“Yes sir.”

You stand, and Garcia sends you a thumbs up. You figure this is merely an assessment he’s going to make on your progress as part of the team.

You close the door, and Hotch offers you a seat. You take it, smiling.

“I’m relieved to hear about the progress you’ve made with your father. I know it hasn’t been easy. Adjusting to a new team, then with my leave after what happened with Hailey. I’ve been a bit absent.”

“Sir, you don’t have to worry. I completely understand. I’m very happy that it all worked out.”

“So am I.”

The smile that you wear this time is different. Your focus shifts over the dull light that’s seeping from his shoulders. You blink, and the warm glow is now covered all over his body.

“Is he..am I seeing his..”

You’re a bit puzzled by this particular quirk. It’s the first time this has happened. This doesn’t feel bad per se. If anything it feels amazing. It’s like you had materialized his joy.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, would you like to have dinner with me?”

The glow has you momentarily distracted, so it takes a moment to really let the statement sink in.

“Sure.”

Dinner….

“Wait did you say dinner?”

Hotch smiles. “You’ve been working very hard these past couple of months. I’d like to treat you to dinner if that’s alright.”

“O-Of course sir I-I’d love to have dinner with you!” You cringe. That sounds a bit too desperate.

“Totally professional of course.” You clear your throat.

“I’d like that.”

Hell, you’d love that.

Now that’s all you’re going to be thinking about.

For the next few days, you’re working as usual. With an unsub on a spree, most of the focus is tracking him down and stopping the killings. It took quite some time, but the man was caught. As he’s being led to the police car, you can feel yourself relax. The trip back home has you calm. You’d found a seat in the back to get comfortable. Hotch takes a seat on the opposite side of you.

“Good work today.”

“Thank you sir.”

It was always nice to get praise from Hotch. He looks down on his watch.

“We should be back around eight, if you’re still up for dinner, there is somewhere close to Quantico that would be great.”

“Dinner?”

Oh shit!

“You forgot.” Hotch asks amused. Flustered, you nod.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been so invested in the case, it completely slipped my mind.”

“No need to apologize. I respect that you put your all in these cases. If today doesn’t work we can always reschedule.”

“N-No today works fine.”

He leans back in his seat.

“Then I’ll make the reservation.”

He pulls out his phone, and you want to jump out of your seat and do a happy dance, but you control yourself.

#hotch #past #feelings #bau #profilers #protective #change #love #hotchxreader #trust #humor #garcia #derek morgan #spencer reid #cute

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writer1queenjaysblog · 1 year

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4 town emo au x oc of mine!

The boys are obsessed with a girl who is now their girlfriend but she doesn't know how dangerous they are.

Jada wakes up early in the morning 6:35 am she was in her boyfriend Jesse's bed he was sound asleep she was happy to be with him and the others.

But she didn't know how dark and dangerous they were. She gets up to cook breakfast but then she hears Jesse moving his muscular arms warp around her waist "Baby.. your up early."

He said in his sleep voice it was so sexy she blushed "Yeah also do you want me to cook for you babe?" "Yeah but not yet I want all of you for myself right now."

He gets up and kisses her "I love you so much baby girl your everything to me." He said as he pulls her down close to him "I love you so much Jess I can't wait until we get a new home."

"yeah but also I want us to get married." "Married?!" "Yeah married I want to have a baby with you." "Jesse that's sweet but what about your career and the band?" "I'll manage and I've been thinking about starting a family with you for so long."

After that Jada thought about what Jesse said as she got in the shower 🚿 she also thought about the others, Robaire thinks about having babies with her too "Why are they all of a sudden in baby fever and heat?"

She gets out and dries off looks at herself in the mirror thinking about her body carrying a baby maybe she'll have a baby with Aaron T He's great with kids. She gets dressed and ready for the day she never really dressed the way she does now she use to wear pastel colors, bright colors, and anything colorful and bright until she met the guys.

They loved it because she was the opposite of them she was their sun, sunlight, sunshine, their rainbow 🌈 baby but she just felt into the aesthetic and now she'll wear her old clothes every now and then.

After getting dressed she goes down stairs "Hey babe sleep well with Jesse?" Said Robaire he held her close to him "Yeah hopefully you and I can be together tonight." "Sure baby girl."

He kisses her lips deeply as Z walls behind her and hugs her "Z!" "What? I want to hold my girl." She giggle "I'm going to cook boys see you later."

Z smirked knowing what he was doing "Really Z??" "What? I was loving on her." "Yeah right Also manager called and said he wanted us to do a tour in Canada I'm going to visit mom and dad while I'm there."

"Alright." "I'm leaving you and Jess in charge." "Ok." "Keep an eye on her Incase some tries to take her from us."

"I know plus I'm going to make sure she's satisfied too ~😏."

"Aaron Z." He said stern looking at him he struggled and then walked away thinking about having her on top of him. "Jay where's the weed?" "T it's too early for that it's 7:22 am."

"How else am I supposed to get ready to eat more then 2 plates of food?" "Really babe?" "Yeah plus I'm not that much of a pot head." "Yeah you are."

Said Tae he looked so sexy without his eye and face make up on she couldn't help but blush "Blushing while I'm this close baby girl? What's on your mind?" He teases "Tae it's too early for you to be a horn dog." Said Jesse "Am not."

Later

Jada was watching TV with T and Z and Tae young thinking about her future with them and what it'll be like and if she'll ever go back to her soft colorful self again? Maybe maybe not but she knows this she's going to be with them if only she knew in reality..she doesn't have a choice.

(part 2 coming soon.)

#4 town yandere #4town #4town headcanons #4town robaire #4town jesse #aaron z #4town taeyoung #4town aaron t #black goth #goth aesthetic

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the-guild-codex-and-other-things · 1 year

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Guild Codex as Brooklyn Nine Nine Quotes

Tori: I've only had Hoshi for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

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Aaron, to the MPD agent writing his check: You can make it out to "Death Wish". That's what everyone calls me, 'cause I'm always first through the door.

Kai: You go through doors normally, and everyone calls you Pineapples.

Aaron: My grandma calls me Pineapples, and I regret telling you that.

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Saber: A place where everybody knows your name is hell. You're describing hell.

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Zak, searching a crime scene with Kit: Look at this place, half-eaten food, pictures of their families-

Kit: What's wrong with pictures?

Zak: If you love someone, you'll remember what they look like.

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Saber, walking into the Crow and Hammer: Alright, whoever took the pie, come forward and all will be forgiven.

Everyone:

Saber: Smart, you knew I'd never forgive you.

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Kit, betrayed: So you chose your dad over me, your coworker who hates you?

Vincent:

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Kit going through files: Hello, unsolved case. Do you bring me joy? No, because you're boring and you're too hard.

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Captain Blythe: I don't know why you have an issue with this. Lienna was happy to comply.

Kit: What, so now I'm just supposed to do everything Lienna does? I mean, what if she jumps off a cliff?

Captain Blythe: If Lienna were to jump off a cliff, she would have done her due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry . . . So, yes, if you see Lienna jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.

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Amalia, freaking out: I'm 23, I'm a celebrity, and today, I'm gonna die!

Robin: Not one word of that is true.

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Robin: I'm sorry, I just don't think this is something you're good at.

Amalia: What? The only thing I'm not good at is modesty, because I'm great at it.

#The Guild Codex #The Guild Codex: Spellbound #The Guild Codex: Warped #The Guild Codex: Unveiled #The Guild Codex: Demonized #Tori Dawson #Aaron Sinclair #Kai Yamada #Saber Rose #Saber Rose Orien #Zak Andrii #Kit Morris #Vincent Park #Captain Blythe #Amalia Harper #Robin Page #Incorrect Quotes #Source: Brooklyn Nine Nine

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webbedphantom · 6 months

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Aaron in the Spider-Verse

This is something I've thought about on occasion, though I've never done much with it because it's always so... awkward starting interactions with other superhero accounts (aside from MHA OCs for some reason-). I don't even know why, it's probably just from my experiences with them over on Twitter. The Persona verse was much more accepting of Aaron as a concept than most other Marvel accounts, so it's always been hard to reach out.

ANYWAYS, back on topic-

I don't think Aaron would really have much of a place in the Spider-Verse, at least the comic book one. To put it in layman terms, there are these things called totems, people embodying or empowered by different animals, and Spider Totems are special for some big multiversal thingy that holds all the worlds together for reasons I can't remember and don't feel like looking up. And there are even special-er totems that take on a specific role in some cycle or whatever-

Anyways, I bring all this up because Aaron isn't any of that. He has spider powers, but he's not a totem (because yes that can happen). Aaron's kind of an outlier, in both the Spider-Verse and among other Persona users, even other Jokers. The things that allow him to be both a Spider-Man and a Persona user are also the things that keep him from truly fitting in with either group.

I've even thrown around the idea of Aaron not being his world's Spider-Person, that it's actually his kid (whoever that turns out to be) who becomes their link to the Web of Life and Destiny. But maybe that's a bit too far.

I don't know, I just like Aaron being an outcast among outcasts for some reason.

For the movie Spider-Verse though, he'd fit in alright. They don't really have totems as far as I know, and Aaron's definitely had a few canon events, at least in the main AU.

Though he also never has an Uncle Ben moment, since he didn't need one (Canonically, Joker helps that woman without a second thought, so he didn't need to learn anything to become a hero. Just needed to reaffirm the beliefs he already had). The closest he has is Shiho, but no matter the verse there is nothing he could've done to prevent what happened... yet he blames himself anyway, because of course he does.

So yeah, he'd fit in fine and relate to a bunch of the different Spiders. Though, I imagine as excited as he'd be by the idea of alternate realities (he's a massive nerd after all), he'd be a bit more conflicted on the idea of him being a part of some massive legacy. Like he wouldn't be sure if he deserved to be a part of it, and would be constantly terrified of tarnishing it in some way.

Something else I think would be interesting is meeting up with a few particular Spiders. Generally any Spider around his age would be someone he would grow attached to. It's hard to find people who just... get exactly what you're going through. He'd similarly bond pretty well with any Spider that started in their teens, and would take their advice to heart should they offer any.

But the biggest one has to be Miguel O'Hara (My favorite fictional character of all time!!) Because Spidey 2099 is literally the character he grew up reading, who inspired him in so many ways, who he partially based his outfit on, albeit subconsciously. And while Miguel isn't identical to the Prophet of Thor Aaron is such a big fan of, he's close enough that he'd recognize him immediately and fan boy his heart out.

This last part is gonna get into spoilers for Across the Spider-Verse, so if you somehow haven't seen it yet, first of all go watch it right now. This is a threat. Secondly, come back to this after you've seen it to see that-

So, let's talk about the Spider Society and canon. Aaron would probably be really excited about the place at first, super happy to be around other people like him, not to mention working alongside a guy who is all but living incarnation of his childhood hero. But over time, he'd get a bit... less so. Namely when it comes to the canon.

Aaron has two simple beliefs that are the core of who he is. "Inaction makes you complicit" and "There is always a better way."

In other words, if someone gets hurt and you had a chance to stop it, it's on you. And if you come across a situation that forces you to break or bend your moral code, you weren't looking hard enough.

Simple, a bit naive in some ways, but that's just who he is.

So finding out that the Spiders are actively letting people die for the sake of the multiverse... Yeah, he'd hate that.

I mean on one hand, he'd kinda understand because with that many lives at stake, of course you wouldn't want to risk it, but on the other "There's always another way." And it's the fact that they don't seem to be looking for it, that they seem content to just let people die to keep the status quo, that would really piss him off.

I do feel like he'd try to give them the benefit of the doubt at first, like wait a bit before doing anything to drastic and try to see things from their perspective, since he would want to get along with them, especially Miguel. But eventually, especially if someone's life is on the line, he's going to turn on them.

Originally when I thought up this idea, the life that was on the line was someone close to him, someone who's death would be a canon event. But while I do think that would still work, I realized it really doesn't have to be anyone from his universe, anyone he knows at all. Sure, it's impactful to see how far he'd go for someone he cares about, but I think it's even moreso if he goes that same distance for a complete stranger, not to mention totally in line with his character.

It would really tear him up inside to go against them, especially Miguel since he's again, basically his childhood hero on par with Batman and Sonic... But he's gotta stay true to his beliefs.

Now herein lies the issue with writing anything related to canon and the Spider-Verse movies-

We don't know who's right.

Yes, there are hints throughout the film that Miguel is wrong and that canon isn't what holds the multiverse together or that there is another way, but we don't know the how or why of it, nor what that other way is yet. Which is a pretty important thing to know when writing a story where two characters fight over something like this. And until Beyond the Spider-Verse comes out, the only way to really tell the kind of story that I want to tell, of Aaron going against the Society and desperately searching for either proof that they're wrong, or another way to keep the canon intact without letting people die, is to just make something up... which could end up being disproven whenever the movie eventually releases.

Which as someone who is obsessed with continuity, is not really something I want to happen-

So as much as I would like to write that stuff, I think I'd rather just wait for Beyond...

Still down to interact with other Spiders though. Just gotta work up the courage to... y'know, do that-

#ooc - out of costume;#au thoughts #kinda?

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casspurrjoybell-20 · 11 months

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Sky Twizzlers - Chapter 22a

*Warning Adult Content*

Coming Out... Again - Part 1 - Aaron

When I woke up, I had a headache and my eyes felt puffy but I was surprised when I felt the pleasant flow of sparks along my skin. Facing me was a sleeping Aubrey, his mouth parted slightly as he breathed. I could feel Evander's chest pressed up against me, along with his arm draped over my waist. I resisted the urge to wiggle around in fear of waking them up. If I did, I wasn't sure I could face them just yet. I'd royally screwed up. The fact that they embraced me even after how shitty I'd been made me want to die of mortification and regret.

‘What did I ever do to deserve them?’

When I felt Evander shift around from behind me, I quickly closed my eyes and evened out my breathing.

‘Stupid. He's a vampire.’

I heard him sigh, then I felt his hand brush away the hair in my face.

"I know you're awake, Aaron. Your heart is beating faster."

I gulped, refusing to turn and meet Evander's gaze that burned holes into the back of my head. He sighed.

"Aaron, can we please talk?" he asked with the hint of a beg.

"Why don't you just yell at me some more. Maybe it'll finally get through my thick skull," I grumbled.

"I never meant to yell. My emotions got the better of me. I was worried, stressed and hungry."

I turned around to frown at him.

"Are you not those things anymore?"

"I'm still stressed, not as worried now that you're both safe and my hunger has been sated."

"By what?"

"By me," Aubrey whispered and I gaped at Evander.

"You drank from him?"

"Yes. He practically begged me to," Evander explained.

He tilted his head a bit.

"Does that upset you?"

"No," I said in surprise.

Did I sound upset?

"I was just surprised."

"Aaron..." Aubrey whispered and gripped my shirt.

"You want to talk, too?" I asked.

"Yes, we need to. We keep having these talks when something pops up but something always pops up. Why can't we let everything out now?" he explained.

My stomach turned. Was I ready to talk about it? Any of it? What could I say? They deserved an explanation though, right? They did...

"I don't know if I can explain everything to you just yet," I admitted.

"Why not? If you would at least tell us what you need, we can try our best to provide it, Aaron. You don't have to explain everything, just give us something to work with."

I bit my lip.

"I don't know what to talk about."

"Alright, let's start with this, Aubrey and I kissed last night," Evander said.

I looked at him with a frown.

"Okay?"

"Does that make you feel anything?"

"Uh... happy for you?" I offered.

What else was I supposed to say? They were mates, too. Kissing was expected. Hell, we all should've kissed days, even weeks ago. Most mates did. Even if I hadn't kissed them yet didn't mean they couldn't. I was glad they were showing affection to each other.

"Alright. And have you ever felt the need to kiss either of us?"

"I don't... I..." I stumbled over my words. "Maybe? Yes? No? I don't know..."

Evander frowned.

"So, is that a no? You've never wanted to kiss either one of us?"

"Yes and no," I tried to explain. "Um, like, I sometimes want to but I also don't. When we were in Osaka and you tried to kiss me, I panicked because I felt like it was too soon? I think. I don't even know for sure myself."

"Okay, so, is kissing something we need to wait longer on?" he asked.

"Yes, please. I don't know when I will be able to... do that."

"Well, I can promise that you can lead. If you feel the need to go for it, then do it. I can't speak for Aubrey but I wouldn't mind if you decided to kiss me."

"I wouldn't mind either," Aubrey added from behind me.

He moved closer to spoon me and my ears burned.

"Okay."

"Alright. And what about this? Physical affection? Is it alright with you? You haven't shied away before but I'd rather clear the air now," Evander continued.

"I like stuff like this but..."

"But?" he prompted.

"Sometimes, I feel really awkward when someone's nude," I mumbled.

Goddess, they were trying to be so understanding. It was hard keeping the tears at bay. I was already raw from last night. I was surprised at how much I was saying, too but the more Evander asked the more I wanted to tell them everything. They would hear it at some point anyway, right?

"So, when we offered to shower together?"

"Yeah," I confirmed. "I just... it feels weird. I don't want to..."

"Be exposed like that?" Aubrey offered up.

"No? I guess that's a little bit of it but it's more like I don't want..."

I tried my best to think of the words to express how I felt about it.

"I don't want you guys to see my body in an odd way."

"An odd way?" Evander echoed.

‘Just say it, Aaron. Say it.’

"In a sexual way," I mumbled. "I don't want you to see my body in that way and I don't want to think about that kind of situation. And I know it's dumb but I keep worrying about it."

"Your feelings are not dumb, Aaron. Don't discredit yourself like that," Evander chided gently. "We can move as slow as you would like. This is your relationship just as much as it is ours."

‘But, it's not about moving slow.’

"Thank you..."

"You have something else to say," he stated.

"No, I..."

"You don't have to say it if you don't want to," Aubrey said. "You've already said a lot."

"Would you be mad if..."

If what? I never had sex with them? I never shared my body with them like that?

"If I never wanted to have sex?"

They went silent.

"What do you mean?" Evander asked gently.

I felt my cheeks burn. Oh Goddess, did I have to explain to them what was wrong with me now?

"Well, uh, you see, I'm..."

‘Damnit.’

The words became lodged in my throat. I couldn't get anything out. Why? I'd already admitted it out loud to Erin. Even after all this time coming to terms with who I was, it still felt weird. Why couldn't I just say it?

‘Just two words. Two simple words.’

I didn't realize I was silent for too long until I felt a hand brush through my hair comfortingly as another rubbed my back. Frustrated tears built up behind my eyes as I tried to breathe properly for a moment.

"I'm..."

"Whatever it is you have to say, just let it out. We won't be mad," Aubrey whispered encouragingly. "You're our mate, Aaron. Forever and always."

‘Just say it. Once it's out there it will be easier to explain.’

"I'm asexual."

The words tumbled out of my mouth in an awkward fumble and I worried for a moment they didn't even hear what I said, when Evander said...

"I've heard that word before but if you could please explain it to us so we can understand you better, that would be wonderful. We'll accept whatever you say."

‘That... wasn't so bad.’

I was surprised at how light I suddenly felt. The big secret was out. But, now I had to explain. Would they think I was weird? Would they be upset I'd never want to have sex with them? Would they feel like our bond was weak? Telling Erin about this was so much easier because he didn't expect sex or anything of that sort from me. We were just friends. But, these were my mates. The people I was supposed to want to have sex with to complete our bond. With a sigh, I began to try and explain.

"Well, I always knew I wasn't straight. I used to have a huge crush on Erin. For years, actually. I came to terms with the idea of me being pansexual for a while but when I became older, I realized that something was... off."

"Off? How so?" Aubrey asked.

I was glad they didn't even bat an eye at me confessing my past feelings for Erin. Well, since Erin had Rin now and I had them, I doubt it would ever be an issue. The past was the past.

"People around me were starting to mate and have sex. Even before they mated, they'd talk about who was sexy and what was hot and stuff. It confused me. I felt like I was left out of this joke everyone else knew about. I hated it. I researched it once I felt like something was wrong with me. Why didn't I get it? Why was I feeling so left out? I came across asexuality and it clicked but it also made me afraid. I don't feel sexual attraction. Never have. I didn't even realize most people felt it almost all the time."

"So, what does that mean for us exactly?" Evander asked gently.

I bit my lip in worry.

"Well, I did more digging. Just because I was asexual, did it mean I'd never have sex? In fact, a lot of asexual people do. But... I don't want to."

My eyes squeezed shut to deal with the sudden wave of nausea that overtook me.

"The thought of me having sex makes me sick to my stomach. I don't want to have sex, I don't even want anyone thinking of having sex with me. It genuinely makes me ill."

"So what you meant by not having sex, you meant never, correct?" Evander asked.

"Yes. And I'm really sorry about it. I know mates are supposed to have sex and stuff but I can't do it. Even now, after knowing you guys for a little while, I can't."

"That's okay, Aaron," Aubrey whispered. "We don't have to have sex to be happy. We can be happy by doing stuff like this."

"And I am happy," I mumbled. "I like spending time with you guys like this."

"We like it, too," Evander confirmed. "So, no sex. How do you feel about watching us if we have sex?

The question threw me off-guard. I looked up at him with wide eyes but his expression was calm.

"What?"

Evander's hand trailed down from my head, I didn't even realize he'd still been running it through my hair, to cup my cheek.

"Well, from what I know about wolves, you can be a bit possessive and jealous of your mates. It's only natural. I wouldn't want you to feel left out if we were to have sex."

"I... um..."

My cheeks reddened. Did I want to... watch them? The answer that popped into my head shocked me.

"Yeah... I'd be okay with watching."

‘Oh, Goddess’.

My entire face was probably bright red. Aubrey shocked me by giggling from behind me.

"I wouldn't mind you watching. I'd want both of you there for that kind of stuff anyway."

"Alright. Then we're in agreement. Whenever that happens, Aaron can watch until he feels the need to leave. We won't hold it against you if you do need to leave."

"Thank you," I mumbled, shocked by what just happened.

Did I really just agree to watch my mates have sex? Like, a free porn show? Geez, that sounded so dirty. But, I honestly didn't like the idea of them having sex without me around. Even if I didn't want to be directly involved in the act, it didn't mean that I wasn't okay with watching. It felt like I was able to enjoy the connection without any of the parts that made me feel sick. And when I was ready, I'd be able to kiss them and see them naked and be okay with it.

‘I did it. I really did it. And they weren't mad, they were accepting of me. They even compromised for me.’

"Thank you," I said again but I really meant it.

They hugged me tightly and I realized that I'd never felt more accepted and warm than in the embrace of both my mates.

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Career Day

Jack!Dad x reader

Summary: Jack comes home to his kids for their career day and they couldn’t wait to show him off.

a/n: the twins are in kinder so they’re around 5 old.

“Daddyyyy” your twins run to Jack as they see him make his way through the foyer. He drops his bags and squats to pick up them up.

“uhh Ive missed you little rats” he says as they snuggle up to him.

“hey i’m not a rat” your daughter Amara says offended by his pet name.

“I am, look” your son Aaron says scrunching his face and showing his two little front teeth off.

“eww you’re ugly” Amara sassed.

“you’re my twin” Aaron poked back sticking his tongue out at her.

Jack laughs at their bickering.

“be nice you guys” you say making everyone’s head turn to you as you walk into the foyer to greet Jack.

“Hey baby, I missed you” “I missed you too” you say walking up to him to give him a quick kiss.

“that’s gross, blahh” the twins say at the same time.

You and Jack pull away and chuckle. Aaron pulls back from Jacks hold and leans towards you so you could carry him.

“Mommy’s mine” Aaron says placing a big wet kiss on your cheek as he hugs you tightly .

“Ok and? Daddy’s mine” Amara says copying his actions.

“Alright thats enough arguing you two, I think it’s time to go to bed” you tell them. You put Aaron down while Jack does the same with Amara.

“Nooo, we wanna spend more time with daddy” they whine.

“I think mommy’s right, you guys have school tomorrow… But how about this, after we finish our presentation tomorrow we leave school early and go get ice cream and then maybe the beach?” Jack said questionably looking up to you to see if it was ok. The twins also turn your way; all three of them giving you puppy eyes as they wait for your answer.

“That sounds perfect” you tell them with a smile.

“Yayyyy” the twins run off yelling to their rooms up stairs to get ready for bed.

“No running” you scold them.

You turn back to Jack and he’s already looking at you with a smirk.

“I can properly greet you now” he says grabbing you by your waist pulling you into a passionate kiss. His hands slip from the small of your back to your ass giving it a hard squeeze making you let out a quite moan.

“We’re ready” the twin yell from their room, making you and Jack pull away.

“I forgot how much of a cock block they are” Jack jokingly says rolling his eyes, making you chuckle.

You grab his hand and lead him up stairs so he could read a bed time story to the kids. After the story you guys properly tuck them in.

“Goodnight” you tell them as you give them both their goodnight kiss.

“wait daddy, before you say goodnight could you sing something to us” Amara asked tiredly.

“What do you guys want me to sing?” he asked.

“You’re my sunshine” she answered for both.

“Alr… You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away” Jack sang and by the end of the verse both the twins were fast asleep. He got up and placed a kiss on both their heads.

Once you guys made it to the hallway, Jack threw you over his shoulder making you squeal.

“shhh you’re gonna wake them. I need some mommy and daddy time only” he said making you chuckle.

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On the way to school…

“I’m so excited daddy, I told all my friends about all your music and how good you sing” Amara giggled.

“Oh really?, thank you baby” Jack chuckled.

“you know mommy can sing too?” Aaron said.

“yeah, but she not a singer” Amara replied.

“she could be. plus daddy’s not a singer either he’s a rapper” Aaron defended you. He had always been a momma’s boy.

“ok, whatever” Amara replied. Her on the contrary, she was a daddy’s girl. She might look just like you but that girl was literally a mini Jack.

You look over at Jack and you both laugh. There was never a dull moment with those two.

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At school…

“Look this is my daddy” Amara said to all her classmates as she dragged him through the halls to her class. Jack just smiled and waved at them. You and Aaron just followed behind.

When you guys reached the classroom; Jack and You go over to greet the teacher.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Harlow, welcome. Glad you both could make it today” she smiled at you guys. “You guys can go ahead and find a seat with the kids we should be starting shortly” “ Thank you, sounds perfect” you say.

You guys make your way over to the kids and you take a seat. As you guys waited you entertained yourself by listening to the twins talk about their little school drama.

“Mommy you know Aaron has a crush on Zoey” Amara said. Jacks head turned to look at you “Oh really” he playfully smirked at Aaron who was sitting on your lap. You just shook your head.

“Oh yeah. guess what daddy? Amara has a crush on Zack and she gave him a hug last time” he said getting back at her. This time Jack didn’t smirk his face turned into a frown, you knew he was playing but the look on the twins faces was priceless. Aaron now had a smirk and Amara looked shocked that Aaron actually ratted her out even if she did the same to him.

“Alright, we’ll talk about this later, now listen to your teacher.” you said as the teacher called for everyone’s attention.

About an hour passed until it was finally Jack’s turn. When they called him up he looked kinda nervous but the kids on the contrary were jumping up and down. Jack went up and started talking to the kids about what a day in his life looked liked, he told some kid friendly stories about his tours, and then ended his little speech encouraging the kids to pursue whatever made them happy as they were capable of achieving anything if they truly believed it. You looked around the classroom and all the little faces around you had a look of admiration as they clapped for Jack, it was heartwarming.

“I have a little surprise for you guys, two actually” you hear Jack say. All the little kids cheer even louder.

“Alright alright let’s settle down so we can see what Mr.Harlow has for us” their teacher called out.

“Ok, so the first gift is a special little song a wrote just for your guy’s class” (a little educational song to help them memorize whatever they’re learning 😭). Jack turns to the teacher so she could press play. As the song played through the built in speaker the little kids got up and began dancing, some even dragging their parent from their seats so they could dance as well. Jack walks over to you guys and he picks the twins up, you guys all start dancing and giggling seeing some of the other little kids dance moves. Once the song was over Jack put the twins down so he could show everyone their next gift.

“Ok so for this other gift we will need to make our way down the hall to another room” he let them know.

“Lets make a single file line so we can make our way over” the teacher said. The kids quickly get in line eager to know what the next present was.

Once you all make your way over, the kids were let into the room first. A mix of omgs and wows could be heard from outside, the parents walked in after and they all smiled seeing how happy their children were. Jack had funded some money to help create a career center for the kids. It was basically a play room but with different sections that allowed students to dress up and play the role of whatever they wanted. There was a little medical center, a police station, an art section, and even a mini studio.

“Thank you so much daddy! our friends loved it all” the twins said running up to Jack to give a him a big hug and kiss.

“Your welcome” Jack says with a huge grin on his face. “you know mommy helped plan everything too”

“Thank you mommy” the twin say reaching over to you.

“You guys a very welcomed” you say kissing both their cheeks. “So do you guys want to stay and play or do you guys still want to go to the beach” you asked.

“The beach duh” you daughter answered smartly. “yeah we’re gonna be stuck here all of next week” your son added. You gave them a look for being smart mouths but Jack couldn’t help and laugh at their answer.

You guys walk over to the teacher to let her know that you guys would be signing the twins out for the day. She thanked you both as well the entire class and the parents. They all say a goodbye and you guys make your way out.

You guys spent the rest of the day at the beach and you couldn’t have asked for a better day with your family. You guys ended the night with a homemade dinner and a movie.

“Thank you” Jack says randomly mid way through the movie. “For?” you ask.

“Just for always being there for me and supporting me from the start. For sticking with me through my hardest times. For putting up with me and them” he chuckles looking down at the twins who layed between you two knocked out from exhaustion. “but most importantly for loving me and giving me this family.”

You looked at him with teary eyes getting up to lay next to him. “I love you” you say through your tears leaning in to give him a kiss. “I love you” he says hugging you tightly. You snuggle deeper into him closing your eyes, falling asleep shortly after. Jack laid there admiring you all, admiring his home and the life he had created. He just couldn’t believe that this was all his, he couldn’t be happier. Jack fell asleep that night with the biggest smile on his face.

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jackman harlow #dad!jack

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