“I can see that something’s wrong.” You asked pushing his hair back, “You can tell me anything.”
“Y/n, please, can we just enjoy this moment?” He begged looking up at you on his lap.
“Of course.” You softly smile.
You did enjoy that moment, you craned your neck into the nook of his, peacefully watching whatever he was watching on the TV in his apartment. It was like the slither of hope in a rocky stormy, nothing about this relationship was easy, like all relationships. They are work. But it was work you were both willing to put in.
“Actually, I can’t” He sighed.
“What?” You asked lifting your head off his shoulder.
“I can’t sit here and think that everything’s okay with us.” He said, you slipped off his lap and sat on the seat next to him, it felt too awkward to be sitting on his lap when he was obviously going to bring up problems.
“Have I done something wrong?” You asked.
“No, it’s just you don’t trust anyone. You still call me Hotch when we are alone.” He sighed, “My name’s Aaron.”
“Aaron. I- “
“You need to learn to trust people y/n, nothing bad is going to happen if you do.” He sighed.
“I trust people Aaron.” You scoffed, “I-“
“No, you don’t.” His chocolate eyes looked at you
“Don’t try and fix me.” You furrowed your brows, “I’m not broken.”
“I am!” He defended, “I’ve got a dead wife, a child who I hardly see, I’m still trying to cope from my childhood.”
“Aaron you’re not broken,” You said reaching out to hold his hand, “If you were broken, I wouldn’t be here, you would have pushed me a long time ago.
“Even if you were broken, you would heal. Like any wound.” You softly smile, “How can I prove that you’re not broken Aaron.”
“You can’t.” He said rubbing soft circles on your hand.
“Aaron, I love you.” You quietly spoke, tears prickling your eyes, “I never thought I would, but I do.”
“You drop this on me now.” He scoffed snatching his hand away from yours, “Y/n-.”
“I think I should leave.” You said getting up.
“Don’t.” He spoke softly, “Y/n, it’s me who can’t trust, not you. I pushed everyone away, you were the only one who stayed by my side. I just don’t want to lose you”
“I don’t want to lose you either, but if you’re not ready to put the effort, to put the work in. I can’t be here.” You sniffled, trying your ever best to stop the tears from falling.
“Please, don’t go.” He stood up off the couch and rushed towards you cupping your cheeks, “I love you.”
“I love you too, but are you ready for this?” You asked slightly tipping your head in Hotch’s embrace.
“Don’t lie to me.” You said letting a tear roll down your cheek.
“I’m not.” He smiled placing the most passionate kiss you’ve ever felt on your lips.
❝ HI, I’M CROW AND I’M HERE UNDER A NEW URL! The Edgar Era’s come to an end, bringing with it a new beginning for a certain time-traveller. If a handsome spunky, angry, 5′7 UNIT whose only desire is to save the universe sounds like your jam, go ahead and give this a reblog! ❞
[ This is a MULTI-MUSE ACCOUNT with one ‘main’ muse, which is currently CTHUGHA | all original lore | new connections desired! | mun is 21+ and dark themes WILL be present. ]
𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖉 (4) ------ the task was simple, but not at all. it required born leaders and skills like those they possessed. it was all about the attitude and the clothes, about the sharpness in their words and the troubleshooting if something didn’t feel quite right. the thig was that they were ready, they had to be. but before they had to make it through security and before they could ever reach their target, they had secluded in this luxury four walled fancy as fuck bathroom to double check the plan and their poker faces. - ‘ 알았어, 알았어, stop that ‘ he said first, warning tone merely there. ‘ i got it, i got it ‘ ⊹𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖔 repeated with renewed urgency and exasperation as he slapped the other’s hands away from him and away from the grip they had on his tie. whether they had wanted to adjust it or take hold of it didn’t seem to matter now that he was creating distance between them. ⊹𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖔 begun readjusting the tie himself and made it his point as he looked up to the other as he did just so, jaw noticeably clenching. ‘ you need to stop playing games now ‘ he said to the other, avoiding blame at all costs. ‘ if we blew this deal we’re gonna fuck the whole plan up ‘ he continued, stating the obvious as he adjusted his neck tie probably a little bit too tight. ‘ i don’t plan to end up dead tonight because of you ‘
OPEN: Female, Male, Nonbinary
CONNECTION: best friend, ex, former fwb, current fwb, anything.
“I am sorry for just showing up like this but I didn’t know where else to go.” Olivia said, giving them a small smile. She knew it was late and she felt bad for disturbing them. But there had been a strange man standing outside her door when she’d passed by her house and her father had warned her that someone was trying to kidnap diplomat’s daughter’s. She wasn’t about to risk it.
— ❝ We are not built for the mountains and the DAWNS and aesthetic affinities, those are for moments of inspiration, that is all. WE are built for the valley, for the ordinary stuff we are in, and that is where we have to prove our METTLE. ❞
Mettleborn - an indie multi-muse blog penned by erin (est. feb 2021)
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