aaron hotchner struggles accepting the love he deserves.
that’s why he shuts down when you move in next door. you, with your flowy dresses and baked goods and shiny lips. he doesn’t dare go near you. how could he, when he has the exact opposite of a midas touch? he wouldn’t even dare to think of putting you in harm’s way, which is why he rejects the brownies you offer him the day after your move in. his heart cracks at the way your face falls, but his legendary poker face has gotten him this far, and it’ll get him out of this, too. or so he thinks.
you show up the next day, and the day after that. soon, his kitchen counter is laden with cookies, cakes, and pies. jack is in heaven, and hotch himself can’t help but indulge. as his teeth sink into the chewy goodness of a chocolate chip cookie, he chastises himself for wondering if your lips taste just as sweet. he imagines kissing you after you taste test one of your treats, maybe licking some frosting off your top lip.
guilt and shame creep up his spine, slithering around his body until his heart is constricted with it. he can’t think like this. not with you. not when you’re so good. you’re so good, and he’s been through so much bad, what if that’s all he is now? why on earth would someone so sweet and beautiful want a divorced widower with a child? it makes no sense to him, so he shakes off any possibility of it even happening. even if the looks you give him from your garden tell him otherwise.
he recalls the times this week he’s seen you out while he’s arriving home from work. the way your eyes would follow up and down his body, how you’d bite your lip as you said hello. the way your gaze lingered on his biceps that were stuffed into his button up is seared into his memory. he normally saves these memories for bed time, or during a cold shower, but you’re taking up his brain capacity at a rapid pace. he’s afraid there’s no pumping the brakes.
one day, after two weeks of you bringing him baked goods and eye fucking him from your yard, you appear on his front doorstep. only this time, there’s not a treat in your hand, but an entire picnic basket.
“hi!” you chirp, your beautiful smile etched onto your face, “sorry to bug, i hope you’re not busy! it’s such a beautiful day outside, i thought it’d be perfect for a picnic, and i’d love some company! maybe we could get to know each other some more!”
his heart completely stops. he’s surprised he doesn’t go comatose in that very moment.
“w-wow!” he stutters, clearing his throat. smooth, aaron, “that sounds great, but i don’t have a sitter for jack…” he hates to decline, but his son has always come first. any woman entering his life needs to know that. not that you’re entering his life, right?
“oh! that’s not a problem! he’s invited too, i packed a peanut butter and jelly, but then i thought he could be allergic to peanut butter, so there’s a ham and cheese one in there for him too!” he sees you grow bashful at your rambling, your cheeks heating even more under the warm july sun. he has to fight the urge to kiss that pretty face, one on each cheek.
“that sounds wonderful,” he says gently, a smile in kind forming on his face, “let me go grab him.”
jack is elated to spend the day in the park with the new nice neighbor, and aaron’s heart swells at how much his son already loves you. his heart nearly bursts in his chest, though, when you loop your arm through his and lean up to whisper in his ear, “maybe later, when you can get a sitter, we can do this again, just you and me,” your siren eyes rendering him nearly comatose, once again.
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This guy out there is exactly me. Totally done with his job but unable to quit. Just going through the motions every day. Hungry every minute of his life. And having no idea what to do with his crush.
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Jhonni Blaze - Jhonni Blaze x 1Playy - "Bon Appetite" (Official Video)
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante & Sengoku The Buddha & Trafalgar D. Water Law, Sengoku The Buddha & Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante & Trafalgar D. Water Law
Characters: Trafalgar D. Water Law, Sengoku The Buddha
Additional Tags: Parent Sengoku (One Piece), Post-Dressrosa, Dead Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante, Phone Calls & Telephones, Memorials, Reminiscing, its law and sengoku bonding over the pain of losing rosi ok
Summary:
"I have a proposal, Sengoku."
"Don't want it."
"A deal, if you will," the pirate continues like there'd been no interruption at all.
Sengoku's yearly memorial for his son is disrupted by a phone call.
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