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Who Are You Again?

Based on the following ask: I had another plot thought! Aaron x BAU Reader (female or gender neutral) where Reader disobeys an order to save a victim and gets hurt really bad. Reader wakes up in the hospital to Aaron who is angry at first but then is shocked when it turns out that Reader has retrograde amnesia from the injury. Reader has forgotten their entire career in the BAU and even that They and Aaron were secretly dating! Last thing Reader actually remembers was attending a lecture in college where Aaron was a guest speaker and Reader developed a crush on him! Now Aaron has to carefully navigate helping Reader recover without outing their relationship to anyone else. Or maybe he wonders if it's better they forget? But for a HEA ending definitely Aaron doing something romantic sparks a memory and helps everything come flooding back. @nyxwolph thank you for requesting again and trusting me with your ideas! – I did have to change things up a bit (I struggled big time with this one)

Aaron Hotchner x BAU! Fem Reader

Angst/Fluff

Word count: 5336

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, age gap, some language, BAU canon typical violence, mention of parent death, mention of kidnapping, mention of Haley and Jack, secret relationship, let me know if I missed any!!

That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“In chaos theory, the butterfly effect is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions in which a small change in one state of a deterministic nonlinear system can result in large differences in a later state.” Essentially, something as small as a butterfly flapping its wings could cause something as catastrophic as a tornado.

Aaron wondered what small event happened that led to this moment right now. A moment that would change the trajectory of your lives forever.

*36 hours earlier*

“Garcia has the unsubs location; he’s headed down a backroad just east of the 95.” Aaron said.

“He’s devolving, he’s probably going to try and dispose of his latest victim.” Morgan chimed in.

“Not if we have anything to do with it.” JJ replied.

“His location is being shared with you all, everyone be safe, at this point he’s going to be willing to do anything to avoid prison.” Hotch added.

“I’m close by, I am going to go try and cut him off.” You suggested.

The team expressed their worry and care and urged you to be careful. The only thing you had on your mind, however, was saving the five-year-old boy this unsub had hidden. You drove as fast as your vehicle would allow, you had to get to the unsub. You had to save that boy.

As you got closer to the location Garcia had shared, you could see the dust trail the unsubs car was leaving down the road. You thought about your options, and you made a snap decision. Drive on, no matter the consequences – take out the unsub’s car. So that’s what you did.

You drove forward and your car t-boned the unsubs, only you hadn’t considered that he’d be driving a semi tractor. Upon impact, your SUV was crushed, in your rush to get to the unsub you’d forgotten to put on your seatbelt and your body was ejected through the windshield.

The accident was enough to stop the unsub long enough for the team to arrive. As they surveyed the scene, Aaron’s stomach dropped. He immediately began barking orders, demanding medics, and sending agents to the unsubs’ farm to find the boy. Throughout everything he refused to leave your side.

*Present Day*

“Sir, we had to place her in a medically induced coma to allow the swelling in her brain to go down.” The doctor explained.

“Is there an estimate as to how long it’ll be until she wakes up?” Aaron asked.

“With these kinds of injuries, it’s hard to say. The brain is a tricky thing, and no two injuries are alike. We just have to wait and see.”

“Thank you.” Aaron said, shaking the doctor’s hand.

Your doctor made her exit and Aaron moved to the seat beside your bed. He gently took your hand in his own placing a kiss to the back of it before returning it to your side. Aaron had thought back to the night everything changed.

*One year earlier*

“Hey Hotch, here’s that report you asked for. You aren’t staying are you?” You asked, glancing at your watch.

“Thanks, and yeah I had a few things I needed to finish up.”

You made your way over to Aaron’s couch, dropped your bag to the floor, and shrugged your jacket off. You pulled your phone out to see what was still open for delivery in the area. Aaron and you had shared many nights like this, spending late nights together in his office. The two of you had grown very close over the years, so much so that David had outright asked Aaron if you two were dating. To which Aaron let out an awkward chuckle and denied the accusation. If only he knew.

“What are you doing? You should head home.” Aaron said.

“Well, you should too, and you aren’t, so I guess that means we’re ordering dinner.” You smiled at him.

“I love you.” Aaron said simply.

“What?” You were stunned.

“I’m sorry, that was inappropriate. I didn’t – I um….”

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Aaron made his way over to you, gently caressed your face and kissed you. It was everything you had ever imagined. There had been this tension between the two of you over the last two years and it was all finally coming together.

After that night, Aaron and you had agreed to keep your relationship under wraps, to avoid any potential disruption to the team, but also any question as to your position on the team. Aaron didn’t want anyone to question the fact that it was your skills and resume alone that got you to where you are.

Yours and Aaron’s relationship blossomed after that night, but not without hardships. Aaron and you faced a lot of adversity in multiple aspects of your relationship; you had a hard time trusting people, Aaron had been self-conscious of your age gap, and you both couldn’t help but feel that you weren’t good enough for the other (not that either of you would bring it up).

*Present Day*

A tear fell from Aaron’s eye, he couldn’t fathom losing you. This was all part of the reason he didn’t want to get serious with someone after Haley, but then you came into his life. You’d come in and made yourself known with your kind eyes and witty charm; how could he not fall in love with you.

Aaron fell for you slowly then all at once, it came naturally, and he couldn’t help it. He knew that the team had their suspicions and honestly over the last year there had been some close calls, but you had ultimately maintained the secrecy of your relationship.

In this moment, Aaron couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt and regret over the fact that he’d asked you to keep things quiet. Had he let the team in on your relationship, he could’ve done a better job at keeping you safe.

*2 Weeks Later*

Aaron had been by your side as much as possible over the last two weeks, which is exactly where he was when you started to stir. Aaron shot straight up in his seat, his hand quickly reaching for your own.

You couldn’t help the groan that escaped your throat, your body hurt so bad, and you felt very confused. You attempted to open your eyes but immediately regretted it – the bright fluorescents adding to the pounding in your head. As you blinked through the brightness of the room, you glanced over to your bedside, noticing a tall man seated there.

“What on earth were you thinking? Driving into the unsub like that, you could’ve been killed. Your actions were reckless and unacceptable.” The man scolded you.

You couldn’t find it in you to reply, your head was pounding. You brought your hand up to your forehead and gently press the heel of your palm into it, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure.

“Sweetheart hold on, I’ll go get your doctor.” A deep voice sounded from your bedside.

Before you could question the pet name, you heard the sound of his dress shoes clicking against the linoleum floors.

The man returned with your doctor; he dimmed the lights slightly on his way back to your bedside. He moved to grab your hand again, to which you shifted, wringing your hands nervously in your lap.

“Hello, I’m doctor Raynor. How are you feeling?”

“Like I was hit by a truck, what happened?” You questioned, giving your doctor and the man a once over.

You recognized the man; it was Special Agent Hotchner of the BAU. What was he doing here? What happened?

“Well, you were involved in an accident, can you tell me what you remember?” Dr. Raynor inquired.

“I um, well, I was leaving a lecture.” Your gaze shifted to Agent Hotchner “Your lecture actually, you were talking about MO’s. I guess the accident was after that?” You couldn’t help but notice Agent Hotchner’s expression faulter.

Your doctor looked over at Agent Hotchner and he shook his head. The two of them seemingly knew something you didn’t. You couldn’t help but feel like you’d just given the wrong answer in front of the class. Dr. Raynor had gone through the rest of your injuries with you, multiple lacerations that had required stitches, a few broken ribs, a broken wrist, and of course your TBI. Once she was done she gave you a somber look.

“Would you excuse us for just a moment? I am going to send in one of your nurses to check you over and I’ll be back in just a moment.” Dr. Raynor said.

“Oh, okay.”

Dr. Raynor and Agent Hotchner left your room, and you tried your best to listen to their conversation.

*Hotch’s POV*

She doesn’t remember me, well us. It’s like the last five years have just disappeared.

“Agent Hotchner, I gather that the lecture she’s referring to did not occur two weeks ago when she was brought in.”

“No, that lecture was nearly five years ago.” I explained.

“This would be a case of retrograde amnesia, if she’s lost recent memories.” Dr. Raynor replied.

“Will her memory return?”

“It’s hard to say.”

While Aaron was completely devastated, he couldn’t help the doubt that creeped into his mind, telling him “This is for the best”.

*Normal POV*

Dr. Raynor and Agent Hotchner looked extremely serious, and you started to feel nauseous. Something was obviously wrong. You watched as their conversation ceased and they made their way back into the room.

Something must have happened, why would Agent Hotchner be here.

“Alright, it would appear that due to the brain trauma you sustained in your accident, you are experiencing what we describe as retrograde amnesia. This is when you can’t recall memories from your past. Based on your most recent memory, it appears as if you’ve lost approximately five years.” Dr. Raynor explained.

“Five years? Five years of memories are just gone. I don’t understand. If that’s true then why are you here?” You asked gesturing to Agent Hotchner.

“Well, you work for the BAU. You have for about three years now.”

“I do? I – I, this is a lot. What does this mean? Have you called my emergency contact?” You asked.

“I uh – I am your emergency contact.” Agent Hotchner spoke up.

“What, why? It has always been my mom, I don’t understand.”

“I’m so sorry, your mom, she uh – she passed last year. That’s when you switched it over to me.” Agent Hotchner’s gaze shifted down to his shoes.

“She’s gone?” Your voice cracked.

“Okay, this has been quite a bit of information. The most important thing right now is getting healthy. We want to keep you here a little longer to continue monitoring the swelling in your brain. Once we’ve confirmed it has gone down, you’ll want to get back in your usual routine, that is the best shot at getting your memory back.” Dr. Raynor gently patted your leg.

“How am I meant to get back to my normal routine when I don’t know it? The one person I had, I just found out is dead.”

“Given that Agent Hotchner is your emergency contact, we would be able to release you into his care. For now, we just need to stay positive.” With that, Dr. Raynor made her exit.

“I know this is a lot, but the BAU, we’re like a family, that includes you. Each member of the team is going to be willing to do anything to help you throughout this process.” Agent Hotchner said.

Part of you knew you could trust him; he had kind eyes, and you knew he was genuine. However, the other part of you felt so hopeless, like a lost kid in a department store. How were you meant to go home with this man who you didn’t know.

*Five Days Later*

“Do you have everything?” Aaron asked.

He had been with you every day for the last five days. He had brought you some things from your apartment and asked you to call him Aaron for now while you were “getting to know him”. You had to admit, it had been pretty nice talking with him the last few days.

“I think so!” You looked over at him. “I know that I am meant to be staying with you, at least until I’m fully healed, but could we go to my apartment first? I’d like to see it and maybe go through some of my things?”

“Of course we can.” Aaron nodded, gesturing towards the door.

The drive to your place was filled with small talk, mostly you asking Aaron questions about the BAU and the time you’ve spent there. It felt weird asking the man who is technically your boss about your personal life.

When you arrived, Aaron made sure to open your door for you and carry your bag into your home. He led you inside and you couldn’t help but notice how comfortable he seemed in your place, like he’d been there before. Like he belonged there. You shook the thought from your mind.

“I got you a new phone, it’s all set up for you.” Aaron said handing you the device.

“Thanks! Were they able to back up the old one? I was hoping to go through old texts and pictures to gather some insight into my life. God that sounds weird.” You huffed out a breath.

“I have our technical analyst Penelope Garcia working on that for you.” Aaron informed you.

“That’s great, thank you.”

The truth was, Aaron didn’t have Garcia backing up your old phone, at least not yet. He knew that if he had brought it to her she would uncover all the private texts and photos that you two had shared over the last year. He didn’t want to risk everyone finding out about your relationship, especially now when he wasn’t sure what your future would hold.

Aaron watched you as you made your way around your apartment. You wandered slowly around letting your fingers graze the spines of books on your shelves, picture frames on the walls and tchotchkes that were strewn about your desk and shelves.

He so badly wanted to pull you into his arms, kiss your head and tell you that everything was going to be okay. He wanted you to know that he wasn’t just your boss. But he also thought about all the things that could go wrong if he told you. You could question your own ethics and fall into self-loathing with the thought that you’d potentially slept your way to the top – this was the furthest thing from the truth, but he knew you and the way your mind spiraled. He wondered if it would just be easier if he let you find yourself all on your own, to let this thing between you go and hope that maybe you’d find your way back to him again.

When he looked over to you once again, he saw that you had found a photo album. It was one he was very familiar with; Garcia had gotten it for you on your 1-year BAU anniversary and filled it halfway. Since then, you’d continue to add to it all the photos you’d taken with the team.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until a tear had fallen onto the picture you were currently examining. Your emotions were running high, looking through the album was so strange it felt like looking at a stranger and yet it was you in photo after photo looking happier than ever with these people you couldn’t remember.

You felt the couch dip beside you and Aaron gently rubbed his hand up and down your back.

“I can’t imagine how overwhelming this all must be. I know that I can’t understand but I am here for you and I’m happy to lend an ear if you want to talk about it.” Aaron quietly soothed you.

“Thank you so much Aaron. I just don’t know how to wrap my head around this being me but not remembering it. Clearly you all mean so much to me and yet I have no recollection of any of this.” You sobbed.

Aaron and you sat like that on your couch for a while. He gave you the time you needed to calm down, while holding you, whispering sweet nothings to you. You felt oddly comfortable there in his arms, your mind shifted to the thought that enjoying the way his arms felt around you was also incredibly inappropriate given that he was your boss. At that thought you shifted slightly. You thought back to why you had signed up to audit Aaron’s lecture and while the main reason was the knowledge he’d lend you, a part of you allowed his looks to give you that final push in signing up.

“I should probably grab a few things so we can head out.” You whispered.

“Do you need any help?” Aaron asked.

“I should be okay, but I’ll let you know!”

Aaron drove the two of you back to his apartment, for the time being he had asked Jessica to keep Jack, this way you could adjust, and Jack also wouldn’t out your relationship. Aaron had his guest bedroom set up for you, he’d set it up with some of your favorite things. A lavender scented candle, extra pillows, a fluffy blanket, and he made sure to set a small trinket dish on the dresser, so you’d have a place to put your jewelry.

These of course were all things Aaron had previously had at his place for you. When you two had gotten increasingly more serious, he encouraged you to leave some stuff at his place and he’d gone as far as to supply some of your favorites around his home for you.

Aaron led you into his home and you couldn’t help but glance around, really taking in your surroundings. You couldn’t help but take note of a few things as he showed you around; there was a photo missing from the side table next to the couch (you could see the tiny bit of dust that must’ve collected around it), the pantry was stocked with quite a few of your favorite snacks, there was a pink coffee mug in the cabinet, and lastly, tucked under the shoe rack near the front door were a pair of fluffy gray slippers.

You couldn’t explain why, but there was a slight pang of jealousy in you as you thought of Aaron having a girlfriend. You knew you had no right to feel that way and it would be incredibly inappropriate, but it was a gut reaction.

*One Week Later*

Aaron and you had fallen into a weird sort of routine, it started to feel a lot like the 50’s, you making dinner and cleaning while he worked. You were starting to get a bit stir crazy, which is exactly why you were so excited today. Garcia would be coming by to see you; she was bringing over a bunch of photos and videos of you with the team throughout the last three years.

It was a paperwork catch-up day for the BAU, so Aaron had given Penelope the go ahead to take a long lunch and spend some time with you. So, when a knock on the door rang through the apartment, you couldn’t help the burst of excitement that coursed its way through your veins.

“Hi Penelope!”

“Hey babe! How are you feeling?” She asked, giving you a look of concern.

“I’m feeling pretty good, you know, except for the missing five years of memories thing.” You let out a low chuckle.

“Oh goodness! Well, I’ve brought a ton of stuff that might help bring some stuff back. I read that sense of smell is the sense that links with memories the strongest so have a bunch of things for you to smell while you look at photos in hopes something will come back to you.”

“That sounds like a great idea!” You smiled at Penelope.

The next hour or so went by with Penelope showing you photos and videos along with passing you various items to smell in hopes of bringing back some of your memories. And while it wasn’t like a wave crashing over you, bringing all your memories back, it did bring some things back. You could remember the members of the BAU and some of their quirks, you remembered the feeling of being in the bullpen (thanks to the smell of some very burnt coffee). What you were struggling to regain was your emotional memories, you couldn’t quite pinpoint the relationships you had with anyone from the team.

“I am glad that this helped! I should probably get out of your hair though; I can tell you have headache.” Penelope

“Thank you Penelope, I really appreciate all of this!”

You led her to the door, and she reminded you to get some rest and to take it easy. She also suggested that you come by the BAU for lunch in the next week or so to see everyone. The team had been doing a good job of not overwhelming you and allowing you time to get back in the swing of things.

“Oh, Penelope before you go, did you get a chance to back up my old phone? Aaron said you were working on it.”

“Oh, hon. He must’ve forgotten to mention it, but I will get started on that right away! I’ll text you as soon as I’m done, okay? We will just be able to pull the backup and put it on your new phone!” She said pulling you into a tight hug, before making her exit.

Why would Aaron have lied to you about your old phone? Maybe Penelope was right, and it just slipped his mind, he had been dealing with a lot, taking care of you, and having you stay with him.

You hadn’t meant to snoop, honestly, but after having talked with Penelope, the feeling Aaron was hiding something from you was extremely prevalent. You decided to look around a bit, you know, while putting the laundry away. You needed to put the towels away in Aaron’s bathroom, you just happened to notice the second toothbrush in the holder, the dress hanging inside his closet (come on, the door was already open), the ring box tucked in his sock drawer, what shocked you the most were the photos in the hall closet. It was a photo of him and a tall brunette that had you spiraling, where was this woman? You had clearly been invading his space long enough and you couldn’t bear the thought of coming between him and this woman who was to be his fiancé.

You needed to get back to your life, and out of Aaron’s hair. You decided that you’d tell him that night over dinner, you were going to move back home.

“Hey, I’m home!” Aaron called.

“Hey, how was your day?” You asked.

Aaron explained that his day was good, and he asked you about your get together with Penelope as you finished up dinner. Aaron set the table as you followed behind him plating up the food.

“I’m glad to hear things went well with Penelope. I think lunch with the team is a great idea.”

“Aaron I’m gonna move back home.” The words flew out of your mouth faster than your brain could catch up. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want to impose on your life any more than I already have.”

“It’s truly not an imposition, but if that’s what you want.” Aaron looked deflated.

“I just think it’s important we both get back to our usual every day.”

“If you think that’s best.”

You two ate in silence. Afterwards you both went to the kitchen, cleaned up the dishes and made your way to your separate rooms. You began packing up your belongings and Aaron scrolled through photos of the two of you from before the accident.

*Two Days Later*

“Good morning gorgeous!!! I am calling to inform you that the backup from your old phone is ready, and I also think it is the perfect day for you to come in and have lunch with everyone!” Penelope sang over the phone.

“Okay, what time should I come down there?”

“Ummm maybe around 12:30? Everyone is usually ready to eat by then. I can call and order in something too!”

“Oh, and uh Pen, I don’t know the address, and I’m not cleared to drive.” You said shyly.

“Oh shoot, okay! I’ll see who is available to come and pick you up, no worries.” Penelope reassured you.

You took some time getting ready, most of the team hadn’t seen you since before the injuries, and while the cuts and bruises have faded and scarred, you still had a very broken wrist and frequent headaches, along with PTSD and anxiety attacks thanks to the TBI. You felt like you had been doing well, and based on your recent check-up with your neurologist, things are trending up in regard to your health. Though you began to worry that the worst had yet to come.

A knock on your door shook you out of your thoughts, as you made your way to answer it, you wondered who Penelope sent to get you. Pulling the door open revealed someone you were hoping you wouldn’t see so soon.

“Hi Aaron.”

“Hello, were going to go pick up the food on the way back to the BAU, if that’s okay.” Aaron explained.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded.

The drive was filled with tense silence. You couldn’t help but wonder why Aaron would harbor any negative feelings towards you. You’d only moved out of his apartment so he could get back on to his life, if anything he should be grateful that you’ve gone home. One of the main reasons you’d really decided to go home was because of the fact that you were growing far too comfortable.

Things at Aaron’s house were starting to feel right, like it was where you belong. You had no idea how you had been able to work with him over the last few years, the crush you had on him all those years ago had only proven to grow stronger.

“I’ll run in and grab the food.” Aaron said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Before you could reply, he stepped out of the car and made his way into the restaurant.

Aaron got you signed in with a visitor’s badge (as you weren’t cleared to work) and then he led you up to the sixth floor, BAU bullpen. Upon walking in, you felt an odd sense of familiarity. You knew that it would make sense for the BAU to bring memories back and that you would have muscle memory to help lead you through the building, but it felt very strange.

You looked over at Aaron, “I need to go see Garcia, do you mind pointing me in the right direction?”

“Of course, her office is that way. Second door on the right.”

“Thanks.” You smiled.

You wandered through the corridor, catching a glimpse of Garcia through her open door. You lightly knocked on her door and walked into her office.

“Oh! Hello gorgeous!” Garcia squealed, standing, and pulling you into a hug.

“Hey Pen!”

“Let’s get your phone squared away and then we will go eat.”

You handed your phone over to Penelope and she began downloading the last backup from your old phone.

“This should only take a few minutes.”

Penelope and you made idle chit chat for a few moments while waiting on your phone. When it finished uploading, she unplugged it and handed it to you. The two of you then made your way to the bullpen.

Lunch with the BAU was overwhelming to say the least. It was fun talking to everyone, but you could tell everyone was walking on eggshells and you could see the pity flash behind their eyes as you sat and explained your lack of memories with the people sitting before you.

After lunch, Aaron let everyone leave early. It had been a paperwork day and the team had been very productive. He told them all to go home, but of course to leave their phones on, just in case they had to leave. Emily offered to drive you home, given the close proximity of your apartments.

When you got home, you changed into some comfortable clothes and sat on the couch. You took a deep breath and unlocked your phone. There were two things you noticed while going through everything, the first being a significant number of photos saved and the second being the texts exchanged between you and your boss.

You decided to go through the photos first. There were plenty of you with the various members of the BAU, but what caught your attention was one image in particular, in it, you were laid in bed with your head resting on a man’s chest…the man being none other than Aaron.

You quickly switched over to your messages app. Clicking Aaron’s name, you saw the most recent text…

“Be careful sweetheart. I love you.”

Your mind was racing, what were you meant to think, why would he keep this from you? Was the ring meant for you? You needed to see him.

You ordered an Uber and made your way to the FBI building. You signed in, getting a visitors’ badge and headed up to the sixth floor.

“Aaron” You called out into the bullpen.

“Is everything okay? What are you doing here?” Aaron asked as he walked out of his office.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Aaron questioned.

“That we were together.”

You gestured to your phone. Aaron dropped his gaze for a moment, before looking back to you. You could see the pain behind his eyes.

“Sweetheart, we had been keeping it a secret, and I don’t know, I guess I thought that maybe you’d be better off. I figured you might find someone more appropriate for you.”

“That wasn’t a choice for you to make. Aaron things have been confusing enough, losing my memory. But to have you lying to me, it’s total bullshit. How am I supposed to get my memories back if you are keeping such a big part of me a secret.” You couldn’t help the frustrated tears from slipping down your cheek.

Aaron reached for you and let his thumb brush the tear off your cheek. He stepped closer to you and brought his other hand to your cheek.

“I am so sorry. I should’ve told you from the get-go, I was scared. I thought that maybe I would tell you and you’d have to get to know me again and maybe you wouldn’t love me the way you did before. I also couldn’t help but think that I don’t deserve you and this was your perfect out. But that was selfish, I should’ve told you the truth.”

You leaned your head onto Aaron’s chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline and then he pulled back.

“Can I show you something?” Aaron asked.

You nodded and followed him to his office. Aaron led you around his desk and gestured for you to sit in his chair. He pointed to his computer screen, and you took note of the screen saver. It was a slideshow of pictures taken throughout your relationship, there were pictures of you at the FBI Gala, Jack’s soccer game, art museums, at Aaron’s home, at your apartment, etc..

It happened slowly, then all at once. A warm feeling flooded your veins, and a dull ache filled your head. Tears were steadily streaming down your face. You looked up at Aaron, and he met your gaze. A moment was shared before understanding washed over Aaron.

“I remember.”

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thewulf · 9 months

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Frozen || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Request - Aaron has a new neighbor, a sweet young woman. There's something between them. She new in the city and he invites her when he has the team over for a bbq... Read Rest Here

A/N: Ahh, just love him! Enjoy :)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Y/N

Word Count: 5.2k+

It was hot. Way too hot. You’d been out weeding the garden for far too long now. A sweaty mess with dirt coating far too many different parts of your body. Super cute look. You were on a mission to get the damn garden bed weeded out. You’d, very fortunately, inherited the house from your aging grandma who wanted to downsize. You’d visited throughout the years and fell in love with the home and the area. The best thing about having a small family is that nobody fought you for the home.

But boy, were you in over your head. It wasn’t a massive home you’d just never owned one before and things were a tad overwhelming. Everything suddenly becoming your responsibility when you were least expecting it. Not that you were complaining. You owned a paid off home. How much better could it get than that?

The only thing that seemed to rip you right from your focus of pulling weeds was the small voice of boy behind you wondering about you, “Daddy! Who’s that new lady?” Shit. You were in the middle of crawling around the damn garden bed. Cursing lightly, you stood and turned towards the sidewalk with a smile on your face while simultaneously attempting wipe the dirt off your face but only smudging it further.

When you turned your heart about sunk to the floor. Why you? Why of all people that had to walk on by was it him? You were looking into the eyes of perhaps one of the most handsome men you’d come across in all of your years. And you were covered in dirt? The universe was playing a cruel trick on you.

Looking down at yourself you cursed yourself again. Quickly you looked back to the boy responding to him, “Hello.” You waved to the small boy keeping your eyes off his extremely attractive father, “I just moved in here.”

His eyes lit up, “A new neighbor?” He looked up to what you assumed to be his dad with big bright eyes pulling on his pants, “What happened to Mrs. Fields?” He looked you over curiously.

An interested one, he took a few steps forward to converse with you. A fearless little guy, “Mrs. Fields is my grandma. She wanted to go live in a warmer place, so she let me have her home and she moved down south.”

He took another few steps, almost to you now. His father had a pleading look in his eyes as if to apologize for his chatty son, “Cool! Do you like dinosaur’s?” He asked you excitedly.

“I love dinosaurs.” You knelt down so you were chatting with him on his level, “They’re like the coolest animals.” You responding drawing both a soft smile out of his father and fist pump from the little one.

“I know right!” He stepped even closer now, “Which one is your favorite?”

“Jack.” His father put a gentle hand on his sons shoulder, “You can ask about dinosaur’s another time. She’s busy.”

You shook your head looking up to him from your crouched position, “It’s alright. Gives me an excuse to take a break.” You turned back to Jack giving him a sweet smile, “My favorite dinosaur has to be the Velociraptor.”

He nodded excitedly at you, “That’s a good pick, but not the best…. Wait, what’s your name?” He asked after realizing he hadn’t asked earlier.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Jack.” You held you hand out for the little boy to take or reject.

He happily took your hand in his, albeit being three times the size. With a cheeky grin coating his face he responded, “It’s nice to meet you Y/N. That’s my dad! Daddy”

You looked away from Jack at his dad smiling at him, dirty face, and all, “Hi dad.” You waved up to him.

You could’ve sworn a hint of a blush crossed his face, “Aaron.” He held out his hand for you to take. Offering help up from the squat you’d been stuck in for a little too long. You took it feeling all too comfortable doing so, “We live next door.” He pointed over to his house, “Let either of us know if you ever need anything. Jack here loves to help.” He patted his sons head. For some reason that didn’t surprise you, not a bit.

“Thank you.” Your raging anxiety of home ownership dwindling a bit as you got to know the seemingly handy man next door.

He nodded smiling down at you, “We mean it. Now, let’s go Jack. You have homework to finish before soccer tonight.”

He groaned, “Okay dad. Bye Y/N.” He hugged your leg quickly before waltzing off with a pep in his step.

“Bye Jack.” You laughed watching him run over to his home, sliding in through the back door they left open.

“He’s a cutie.” You turned back to the rather striking man who just happened to be your neighbor. You wondered who his wife was. What she looked like. He had to have one right?

He ran a hand through his hair letting out a soft sigh, “He’s a handful, that’s for sure.”

“Aren’t all young boys?” You grinned.

He nodded, “That might be the truth.” He let out a small laugh, “I’ll let you get back to it. Nice meeting you Y/N.” His smile made him even more handsome. Damn. Did you have a crush on the older neighbor or what?

You nodded, “Likewise, see you around Aaron.” He tried to slow his racing heart hearing his name off your lips. Oh, he was in trouble. He waved going to the front of the house before disappearing within it.

See him around you did, whenever he was home at least. You’d become fast friends with Jack often playing with his dinosaurs in your shared backyards. You couldn’t say no to the sweet face when he asked so kindly, not even if you tried. Aaron had told you plenty of times that it was okay to ignore him, but you couldn’t. Especially when Aaron was home, he’d always come outside and join the two of you when he had the time.

You’d gotten to know, and love, the far too kind man over the last few months. You’d learned of his devastating past. You’d felt awful for him and just as equally broken for Jack. He’d lost his mom before he even got to know her and cherish her.

He’d gotten to know you too. Falling just as much for you as you did him. You were something nobody, but he and Jack knew about. A simple pleasure to come home to. He’d learned how you were a nurse, but you were back in school going for a Nurse Practitioner position. Aaron admired your drive for what you did. He really just admired you. The far too cute for your own good neighbor he’d never admitted he had a crush on.

You asked about work. He didn’t tell you much. But as the months progressed his lips became like putty around you. Anything you asked he answered. It felt to right to fight whatever this was. You were too young for him. Too you, he had to keep telling himself.

You’d learned about the team. How Derek was a player but a lover deep down. How Reid was the boy genius of the group. How JJ turned out to excel as a profiler. You’d learned about them all. It felt like you knew them. It felt odd to think you knew people who didn’t have a clue about you.

So, one summer evening a devious plan sparked in your mind as you were sitting in the sandbox across from Aaron. You smiled up at him giving him a look. A look he picked up on, “What?” He asked making sure not to draw Jack’s attention away from the castle he was building.

You shook your head, “Nothing, just thinking.”

“About?” He pressed leaning forward with his elbows on his knees looking right at you.

“We should have a cookout. A barbeque. When you guys are here for a weekend.” You said as nonchalantly as possible feeling the nerves bubble up when you spoke.

He raised an eyebrow processing it. He’d kept you as his own for so long. Would it ruin things if he mixed his personal life with his work life like it had so often before? He knew deep down that’s why he was hiding you away. Every time these paths crossed bad, bad things happened. He couldn’t be the reason why somebody else got hurt. He wouldn’t.

“If you want.” You added making sure there was no pressure. You understood his apprehension to letting you all the way in.

“Sure.” The words were out of his mouth before he really thought about it too much longer. The grin that crossed your face was all worth it though. He’d really do anything to see that smile.

“Really?”

He nodded, “Next weekend? If we don’t get called in? I can ask the team Monday.” He didn’t want to blow their phones up on a weekend off. Rare as they were. He knew the chances were slim that it’d happen that weekend, but he wanted to show you he was committed to it.

You nodded gleefully, “That sounds great. I’ll iron out the details this weekend.” You were a little nervous at the thought. But you knew they had to be great if he talked so highly of them.

He was wrong. They had an easy case that week that brought them home early on a Friday. They all said their goodbyes planning to meet at his place around 6:00 that night for the cookout. You’d gotten the final confirmation and started preparing everything the second he gave you the green light. It didn’t have to be perfect but you sure as hell wanted it to go smoothly.

There was nothing to stress about, just as Aaron had reassured you numerous times that evening leading up to everybody arriving. He could see the anxiety radiating off you

“Would you stop staring?” You asked pacing back and forth trying to think of any last-minute details.

He shook his head, “Not until you relax.”

You let out a huff. It was sweet but not the right time, “I just want it to go well, that’s all. I’ll relax once everybody is here.”

He was right, naturally. There was nothing to be stressed about. Each one more lovely than the next. Jack had gravitated towards you most of the night, even holding your hand and hiding behind you when Rossi was playing with him. Derek noticed Hotch watching you throughout the night. Smiling more than he’d ever seen the man before in his life. Derek clocked it quickly. Hotch probably didn’t even realize what he was doing. A man who was about to deny his feelings.

Derek had cornered his boss in the kitchen of his home not having a clue you were sitting in the room over responding to a few texts you ignored while getting the party ready.

“Hotch, what the hell?” You heard Derek’s booming voice from where you were sitting. You peaked up from your phone way too curious to hear the conversation that was so easily heard from the kitchen.

“What?” He sounded a bit taken aback by the confrontation, if only you could see their faces.

Derek laughed, “You know what.”

A brief pause, “I’m afraid I don’t Morgan.” He sounded a little agitated now. Nothing like he did when he was with you. It was interesting to watch him, listen to him, in such a different environment than the two of you had found so often.

You didn’t know Derek, but you had to assume he was rolling his eyes at that moment, “You like her. Your neighbor. Y/N.” This, you were not expecting.

“What are you talking about?” He answered. Ouch. Your heart was still racing though. What in the hell was he going to say next?

“Don’t play dumb. You’ve been smiling like a love drunk fool for the last two hours. You’ve been watching her like a hawk.” Profilers were scary. You hadn’t even noticed. Far too preoccupied with socializing and making sure everything was going okay.

He sighed, “She’s too young Derek.” You frowned. That was just untrue. You were in your late twenties. What’s twelve or so years?

“She’s not too young. Stop that. You’re talking yourself out of it.” Derek replied to his friend.

What came next hurt, hurt deeply, “She’s not my type though. She’s too young and not my type. It would never happen.” The sting that came from your heart radiated with each pulse.

Derek let out a howl, “That’s rich Hotchner. Whatever you want to tell yourself boss man.”

You didn’t let yourself hear the rest of the conversation. You shot right out of his house making a beeline towards the ladies with a fake ass smile adorning it. You’d successfully avoided him the rest of the night not able to bear the thought of looking at him. Who were you kidding? He was just being kind to you because you were kind to his son. Nothing more. Nothing less. No hard feelings. But you had the feelings. Real feelings that weren’t going to go away unless he went away. Operation avoid Aaron Hotchner was a go.

You’d been successful the better part of a month. Lucky for you he had been pretty wrapped up in cases leaving you and Jack more time to connect while Jess watched him. When Aaron was there you’d strategically leave when he showed up bidding a goodnight with some lame ass excuse. Jack would wine and Aaron would give you a pained nod in response. You never gave them much time to question you before you dashed home.

Aaron wasn’t dumb. This was his job for God’s sake. He knew it had something to do with him, but he couldn’t pinpoint what he could’ve done, and it was slowly driving him mad. Jack was getting frustrated too. You’d be fine until dad came around. He needed to figure it out. He missed you. He missed laughing and smiling with you.

He’d thought about it for days while he was off on a case. He thought about it as the team landed at the airport late on a Saturday night merging into Sunday morning. You on the other hand were having the time of your life out with your friends drinking far too much. Tipsiness, soon to be drunkenness, consumed your body throughout the night. You pouted when your friends pulled you into the backseat of one of their boyfriends SUV’s, making sure to drop all the girls off safe and sound.

You’d waved them off before you had the chance to actually enter the house. You fumbled with your keys before finding the right one. A shiver ripped down your spine, it was chilly. Odd for a summer evening you thought to yourself.

You turned the key in the lock only to rip the key right in half as you turned it. One half in your hand and the other stuck in the lock, “Fuck.” You began to panic. Your spare key was with a friend so you couldn’t even get in through the back. You tried to pick the key out of the lock only to be met with resistance. You were far too drunk to be dealing with this right now. The lock kept going in and out of focus.

You looked down at your phone, no. No, there was no way in hell you were calling him. You were too young and not his type. You couldn’t be the burden. Think, you had to think. After standing there for far too long without a damn thought in your mind you sat down on the bench you had outside. No locksmith’s would be open at this hour. Your parents were out of state. You didn’t have any family around. You could try and call a friend, but they were all probably still too drunk and passed out by now.

You groaned laying back on the bench thankful you’d at least turned the house light on before you left. Deciding that sleep would be better than lying awake dizzy all night you tried your best to get some sleep. Teeth chattering you curled up in a ball trying to preserve some warmth it felt like sleep would never come.

You must’ve fallen asleep at some point because when you were woken up very abruptly it was still dark. You let out a small yelp before thrashing out at whomever grabbed your wrist.

“It’s me.” That familiar voice calmed you down instantly. Your thrashing stopped but your head still spun. Yup, you were definitely still drunk. Damn tequila sodas were lethal to you. But you’d never stop.

“What?” You asked far too confused. Shivering even more than you were earlier. What time was it anyway?

He pulled you up in a swift motion shrugging his jacket off placing it around your shivering frame softly, “What are you doing?” He asked urgently feeling how cold you really were as he held onto your frozen wrists.

You mumbled something incoherent feeling the ill effects of the cold. You wrapped his warm jacket around you further trying to find any ounce of warmth you could in it. It smelled too damn good on top of it. It made your already dizzy head even fuzzier.

He placed a gentle hand on your cheek trying to get you to look at him, “Can you hear me?” His heart was racing. One moment he was pulling into the driveway. He always looked over at your house just to check, he always did when he pulled in late. His heart about dropped out of his body when he saw you laying there. He hadn’t thought much of it before running over to you. You were okay. You were fine. When you didn’t respond to his calls he had to resort to shaking you gently.

You mumbled some more clear “Yes’s”, but he still didn’t buy it. Not a bit. He looked you over quickly making sure you weren’t hurt before turning your body to his.

“That’s it.” He didn’t waste a second more before scooping you up into his arms with ease. You leaned your head into his chest shamelessly absorbing the warmth within you. It just felt too good to pass up. You’d let yourself be embarrassed later.

Once he got you inside he set you down on the couch. He wrapped you from head to toe in a few different blankets. You nuzzled in suddenly very thankful your neighbor had not only found you put kind of saved your ass. You were cold. Freezing. Who knows what you would’ve been like in the morning. Frozen most likely.

“I put a few blankets in the dryer for ten minutes. That should help warm you up.” Aaron squatted down so he was level with your horizontal body. With the utmost caution he brushed some hair out of your eyesight. Your body shivered at his touch sending a grimace to his face.

“Thank you.” You were more coherent but totally tipsy. The effects of the alcohol had finally started dying down, but it was still there.

His eyes snapped to yours. He must’ve been thinking the same thing. Not expecting you to be coherent just yet, “What the hell were you doing? Thinking? You could’ve been attacked out there. You could’ve frozen to death out there Y/N.” He sighed knowing he needed to reel it back. You were probably just as freaked out as he was.

You turned away. His stare suddenly too much for you to handle, “I’m sorry.” You closed your eyes willing the alcohol to just go away.

He ran a hand through his dark hair. He needed to try again, “What happened?” There, that was a start.

You started on how you went out with your friends and ending with the “My key snapped in the lock.” Holding up the broken stub still attached to your keyring.

Aaron frowned taking it from you, “Why didn’t you call.”

You shrugged, “Didn’t want to bother you.”

A groan escaped his lips, “You are never a bother. You have to know that. Please, just call me next time, okay?” Again, he wracked his brain for anything that he could’ve done. Why you’d pulled back so suddenly on him. It just didn’t make sense. What happened at the cookout? What did he do?

“Okay.” You didn’t feel like arguing. Not anymore. You were tired and cold but thankfully warming up. You knew that’d appease the man.

He sat down from the kneeling position, “Thank you.”

You didn’t respond only nodding a little. You finally felt warm. Wiggling your toes, you sighed in relief. He just watched you. Watched as your eyes drooped, clearly tired. Before he could respond the dryer went off. He shot to his feet the moment he heard it go off, “Wait here.”

You didn’t listen. You shrugged off the blankets. Why oh why were you still so drunk? You tried shrugging it off. Pushing off the couch you stood to your feet wobbling in the slightest. You hadn’t made it a few steps before you heard his voice again.

“What are you doing?” His scolding voice asked you. Your eyes shot up from the floor looking right at him. Blood rushed right to your cheeks. Busted. What else would’ve happened? You weren’t thinking right.

“Walking.” You smiled hesitantly feeling the room begin to spin around you.

He didn’t return the smile. His lips drawn in a harsh line. Mean Aaron Hotchner was terrifying. You wobbled slightly before stepping to the side.

“What were you thinking? You could’ve died out there! You were half frozen when I found you. Somebody could have found you before I did! Did you even think? You’ll be lucky if you don’t catch pneumonia let alone a nasty cold.” He dropped the warm blankets on the ground ready for the inevitable. He was pissed but he was trying to reel it in for your sake. You looked like a scared deer caught in some headlights.

You shook your head quickly, “I’m sorry.” You mumbled for a second time wiping your eyes quickly, not daring to cry in front of him right now. It was too much though, he was too much, “I can’t… I can’t do this.” You let out trying to walk around him. But between the tears, alcohol, achy muscles, and him you nearly tripped right onto your face had he not been standing right there. With quick reflexes Aaron caught you before you toppled completely. He pulled you up into his arms.

“What is going on Y/N?” His eyes searched yours as he steadied you back on your feet, desperate for some kind of answer. You stepped back away from his burning grip you liked far too much. Far, far too much for somebody who didn’t like you. Staying away from Aaron Hotchner was just not working. The operation was suddenly amiss.

Fuck it. Who cares if he knew? You’d blame the alcohol for this confession anyway, “I heard you.” You let out.

He shook his head, unsure of what you were referring to, “Where? What’d you hear?” He was afraid you’d heard some gruesome detail of his job he’d never be able to recover from. He wasn’t expecting you to say the next words that came out of your mouth though.

“At the barbeque. You and Derek in the kitchen.” You looked down and away. Anywhere but his eyes, you just couldn’t. Not after admitting that.

He thought for a moment and cursed. How could he have been so stupid? You watched as he registered your words. His mouth opened to say something before it closed, taking it back. Never letting that thought come to life.

You couldn’t take the silence, not knowing what he was thinking, “I’m sorry, let me call a friend. I’ll get out of here.”

He shook his head quickly, “No, please don’t.” He picked up a blanket before wrapping it around you at a distance, “Stay. Sit. Please?” He spoke in broken sentences as he watched you. Watched as you went through the different options in your head.

Of course, you would. You’d do anything for him, that much was clear. A sucker for Aaron Hotchner. You walked over to the kitchen table with him close in tow just in case you were to stumble again. He only relaxed when you were seated and steady. You place your hands on the table waiting for him to say something. You were at a loss for words, it was his turn to speak.

He looked around before his eyes landed on your glassy ones, “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” It sounded awful as it came out of his mouth, and he knew it. He knew it from the way your eyebrow arched up as if to question him.

You couldn’t help the light chuckle that escaped your lips, “Clearly.”

“No.” He groaned palming his hands across his face, “That’s not what I meant. I just wanted him to back off is all. It was the easiest thing to do to get him to do so.” Aaron pleaded both with his hands and his eyes right next to you at the table.

You rolled your eyes. You wanted to believe him. You really did. But were you too young? Were you not his type? I mean you were you. Not unattractive but not the most beautiful creature to walk across the stage either.

“Y/N, Jesus, I…” He sighed taking one of your hands by surprise. Your eyes finally found his again. He’d finally gotten your attention again, “I feel things for you that I shouldn’t. You aren’t too young for me but I’m far too old for you. You’re incredible. Kind. Sweet. One of the funniest people I’ve ever met. The way you treat Jack is unlike anything I’d ever dreamed of. As hard as it is for me to say, you should find somebody that isn’t as old as me.” He smiled giving your hand a squeeze before hesitantly dropping it.

You let out a breath you’d been holding in. Well, he’d laid it all out on the line for you. It made sense. But it didn’t. He didn’t even give a chance to voice your opinion. You didn’t care. It didn’t bother you. You in fact had never met anybody like him before. No man had ever asked you the question he’d asked you before. Gotten to know you so deeply, right down to your core. It wasn’t even really your fault you fell in love with the man as quickly as you did. He did everything you wanted, you needed.

You took his hand back, relishing in the feeling, “What if I don’t want to?”

“You should.” He tried once more.

But you weren’t having it, “Not.”

He shook his head letting his fingers lace with yours, “Y/N.”

“Aaron.” You widened your eyes giving his hand a squeeze this time, “Can I have a word now?”

He nodded, “Yeah, sorry.” That was the second time you’d seen a blush on his cheeks. He must’ve been feeling awfully vulnerable or maybe he was finally letting you in.

“You’re unlike any man I’ve ever met Aaron Hotchner. You’ve made me feel things I’ve never ever felt or dreamed of feeling before and you’ve only been my friend. You too are so kind, incredibly sweet, the most thoughtful guy and the best dad I’ve seen. You balance everything so beautifully. You’re a light and I love being around you if you’d want me to that is.” You felt as his thumb brushed up and down your index finger. A chill shot right up your arm and down your back when you realized what he was doing.

“I know I shouldn’t, but I like you. A lot more than I should.” He pulled your hand up so he could kiss the back of it. You watched as his lips brushed across the back of your hand so gently it only made you ache for something more. That was just cruel.

You grinned squeezing his hand tight, “I like you too. A whole lot. Who cares what you should or shouldn’t feel. That’s stupid. I like you. You like me. It’s that simple.” It was a combination of everything that had your eyes watering. It felt so damn good to spit it out at him. To let him know how you felt. To ramble everything out. You didn’t just like him. You loved the damn man.

He laughed shaking his head. You admired him as you watched the smile grow on his face, “Is it that simple?”

You shrugged, “I don’t see why it couldn’t be.”

He stood from the seat pulling you up with him. He pulled you close seeing as you were still as unsure of your own steps as ever, “How much have you had to drink tonight?” Damn profilers know everything, not that it wasn’t terribly obvious.

Might as well play it off, right? You leaned forward whispering in his ear, “You sound like a scary officer when you ask that.” You noticed the small shiver that rocked his body as you did so. A small, satisfied smile graced your lips as you drew back.

He shook his head running his eyes up and down your frame wrapped in a blanket, “Are you warm enough?”

You saluted him, “Yes, sir. And for the record I only had eight drinks tonight.”

He laughed, “Stop that. This is serious.” He put his hands on your shoulders to steady you out, “You have no idea how bad I want to kiss you right now.” He pulled back, as much as he didn’t want to.

You whined looking up to him, “Then do it.”

“No can-do pretty lady. You’re intoxicated.” He answered far too quickly for your liking.

“So? I can still make decisions.” You challenged his ability to use reason. So persistent you were being.

“Afraid not, let’s get you to sleep.” He let his hands fall from your shoulders.

You frowned, “Oh, come on Aaron.” Maybe pouting would work. But no, he was too much of a gentleman for your own good.

He shook his head quickly, “Let’s make a deal. How about, if in the morning you still want to kiss me, I’ll let you do just that?”

You sighed, “Fine. Come find me first thing though. Promise me that?” You started walking towards the couch before a light tug at your wrist stopped you.

He nodded in response to you, “I promise. There’s a guest room sweetheart. Let me tuck you in.” He pointed up the steps.

You nodded sheepishly feeling his eyes on you the entire way up. Before he could protest you pulled off your top off leaving you in a tank top and jean shorts, comfortable enough. He gulped as he watched the entire ordeal play out before him, thankful you weren’t just in a bra.

“Sleep tight.” He brushed the stray hairs out of your face once you slid under the covers, fighting every urge in him to lean down and kiss you goodnight. Not yet.

“Night Aaron.” You yawned letting the warmth of the bed consume you, “Can’t wait to kiss the crap out of you in the morning.”

He laughed, that full hearty Aaron Hotchner laugh that warmed your soul, “Goodnight sweetheart. I’ll find you first thing.” A smile adorned your face as you fell asleep to those words.

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❀ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: aaron hotchner x reader

❀ 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: A short drabble of Aaron being a girl dad🤍

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It was one of those lazy Sundays. Aaron sat at the kitchen table, engrossed in his laptop as he tackled his emails. Jack, meanwhile, diligently worked on his science project at the kitchen island. You had just placed a Sunday roast dinner and a pumpkin pie into the oven before joining Jack to help him with his model of the solar system.

The kitchen was filled with a delicious aroma, accompanied by soft music playing in the background. The dark, rainy fall weather outside only added to the cozy ambiance of the room. Even after four years of marriage, you couldn't believe that this was your life now—your home, your family.

Little footsteps echoed through the house as Violet, your 3-year-old daughter, joyfully entered the kitchen. She proudly displayed the fourth outfit she had changed into in the last hour, undoubtedly leaving her room in quite a mess. But that was a problem for later. No one was going to stop her now, especially not when she was so enthusiastically staging a runway show for the entire family. She loved the attention she received from everyone and erupted into giggles whenever she got enough compliments.

Now in a pink, flowy dress, she gracefully walked up to you and her brother, performing a little spin while awaiting your verdict.

"Wow, Vi, this is the best one yet," exclaimed Jack, making his little sister giggle.

"He's absolutely right, sweetheart. This dress looks so pretty," you chimed in. Violet skipped over to her father to bask in some more of his attention. As she approached, he promptly pushed his laptop aside and turned his full attention toward her.

"Oh wow, look at this adorable little princess," he exclaimed.

She twinkled her eyes at him, tugging at the hem of her dress and performing a delicate curtsy before asking, "Will you dance with me daddy?"

"Of course, my angel," he replied, rising to his feet, which prompted giggles from Jack and you in the background. She had him so wrapped around her tiny fingers that he couldn't deny her anything.

"Can you hold me and spin really fast?" she asked sweetly as he lifted her into his arms.

"Of course, pumpkin. What song do you want?"

"Tangled!" Of course, 'Tangled' was her favorite Disney movie, and she never went to sleep without her Pascal stuffy.

"Alexa, play 'I See the Lights,'" Aaron said, and the soft melody began to fill the kitchen. They both started singing and swaying to the music, while you and Jack watched them with big smiles on your faces.

Seeing them together made your heart swell with love. You had known that Aaron was an amazing father from the moment you met him years ago. His gentleness and affection toward Jack had only deepened your love for him.

After getting married, Jack insisted on wanting a sibling, and you were confident that Aaron would be wonderful with your child too. However, he exceeded all your expectations.

Aaron had even reduced his workload to support you during and after the pregnancy and when they found out it was going to be a baby girl, both he and Jack had erupted with excitement.

Jack stood up, turned towards you, and extended his hand, asking, "Mom, may I have this dance?"

"How could I say no to such a handsome prince?" you replied, rising and taking his hand. Jack had grown so much taller since the time you first met him, when Aaron introduced you as his girlfriend. Now, he was a teenager and almost as tall as you, clearly taking after his dad in height.

Now, all of you were twirling around in the kitchen, and as your eyes met Aaron's, all you could see was pure love and bliss. The song was coming to an end when the oven timer went off.

"Thank you for the dance, my love," you said, kissing Jack on the head before walking over to the oven.

Aaron did one last, big spin with Violet in his arms, causing her to laugh cheerfully. With a big kiss on her cheek, he gently set her down, and she instantly ran over to her brother, clearly not finished with dancing.

The two siblings continued dancing while you pulled the pie out of the oven and checked on the chicken.

Aaron came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He buried his face in your neck, leaving little kisses there. You placed your hand on his cheek and tilted your neck to give him better access.

"I love you so much, you know that," he whispered in your ear.

You turned around within his embrace, your hands laced around his neck. "I know, honey, I love you too."

"I'm so grateful that you chose me," Aaron said with a mixture of tenderness and sincerity in his voice.

"Aaron," you began, your eyes welling up with affectionate tears, but he stopped you, his gaze filled with warmth and appreciation.

"No, really. You gave me this," he said, pointing towards the kids with his head, "you gave me a family and a home… happiness."

"And this is only a home and a family because you are a part of it, my love," you replied, kissing his dimple.

He gazed at the kids, a glimmer of nostalgia and love in his eyes, and then back at you, his expression filled with affection. With a mischievous smile, he said, "I think we should make another one."

"Another what?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and curiosity in your voice.

"Another baby," he answered with a grin, a playful spark in his eyes that mirrored his excitement.

"Oh no, Aaron Hotchner. Don't give me that look," you said, trying to pull away, but he held you close and brought you into a kiss. You were immediately lost in the touch of his lips.

"Eww, Jackie, Mom and Dad are being gross again!" Violet exclaimed, pointing with her finger at you, which made everyone laugh.

"Okay, okay. The dance party is postponed until after dinner. Now, everyone, wash your hands and help me set the table, please," you announced, pushing Aaron away after whispering suggestively into his ear, "We'll talk about this tonight."

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𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: @callm3c0nfus3d @mrs-ssa-hotch

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #no I did not name the daughter violet because I’m obsessed with fourth wing or anything #girl dad aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #hotch x reader #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner fic #thomas gibson #jack hotchner

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hotchgirlsummer · 1 year

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the gift-wrapped suburban dreams ⤷ aaron hotchner x reader

summary ⤷ to start off aaron's birthday, you send him and jack of to a treasure hunt that reveals a surprise

pairing ⤷ aaron hotchner x female bodied!reader ; jack is also in this

warnings ⤷ slight moments of anxiety. fluff. mentions of pregnancy

word count ⤷ 2.5k words

a/n ⤷ hello! this is my second submission for @hotch-central's Aaron Hotchner's birthday celebration 🎉 the prompt is from @creativepromptsforwriting i was thinking of writing one more birthday prompt, then after that i have two wips i have lined up. feedback is much appreciated :) have a great day, everyone!

You want me to guess the present you got me and give me ridiculous little clues that make me kinda afraid to even open it,

“Good morning, my love,” Her sweet voice was the thing that snapped Aaron out of his sleepy daze. Turning over he smiled upon seeing her face, leaning up against the headboard so he could wrap his arms around her smaller frame, kissing their lips sweetly. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“How is the birthday boy feeling?” Snuggling up to him, as they rubbed comforting circles in his chest while still peppering kisses on his chiselled jaw. At that, the unit chief raised an eyebrow as he had an inkling that they were buttering him up because she had an elaborate plan which involved them making a big deal of his birthday.

“Suspicious, now that you’re asking,” He honestly replied as he pecked her lips, “What do you have planned for today, pretty one?” Scoffing at his presumptive guess she just snuggle into their neck and press kisses as she hummed, “Okay if we’re being honest, I may have something planned,” At that he put some space in between them and raised a suspicious eyebrow, “But it’s nothing extravagant or whatever, I promise.”

Sighing exaggeratedly, he then looks at her, “Alright, lay it on me, what’s happening?” Before she could give him any clue of what he can expect she kissed him once more before nodding her head towards the door, “I’d love to tell you more but something tells me we’ve got an incoming little blonde bug.”

And right on cue did Jack knock twice on the door before he excitedly entered the room and jumped right on the bed — thankfully Aaron crossed his legs right on time so when Jack jumped on the bed he didn’t hit a body part, “Happy birthday, daddy! Are you excited for your birthday?”

Sitting on his lap and hugging his dad tight, “Thank you for greeting me, bud. You were the first one to greet me today, you know?” Jack beamed at that but he giggled at Y/N’s scoff and playful slap on his shoulder, “Hey! I greeted you first, didn’t i?”

“You’re getting forgetful now, dad!” Jack teased him as high fived Y/N’s hand who giggled at his joke. “I think you shouldn’t be mean to the birthday boy, Jackers.” A pout graced the little boy’s lips as his dad tickled his sides.

“How about I give something for both of you then? An activity you both will enjoy?” At the sound of a little something the two Hotchner boys could do, even Aaron cheered a little at the prospect. “What are we gonna do, Y/N?”

“Well before I get the two of the brightest minds in the world to work, how about we start with breakfast? I have two plates ready for you boys,” With that said she escorted Jack and Aaron to the dining table whereas she promised, a plate full of breakfast food was waiting for them. As they were all huddled up in the breakfast bar, they shared light stories and laughs. When Jack tried to balance a piece of bacon on top of his lips as a moustache.

“Buddy,” Aaron grinned as he grabbed a napkin that was tucked under the plate to rub off the grease that remained on his upper lip; as he rubbed his son’s face, he noticed a little index card that fell from under. “What’s this, dad?”

“Why don’t you go read it, buddy?” Y/N’s warm smile hinted to Aaron that this had something to do with the little thing she had planned for his birthday; and he would not admit it right now but he appreciated that it was just a scavenger hunt and not some grand celebration like he feared.

“What’s up, buttercup?” Jack giggled at the little rhyme before continuing, “To start the day, why don’t you grab a refreshing drink?” Jack furrowed his eyebrows as he looked up between his dad and Y/N, “Can I get any drink?”

Ruffling his hair she nodded her head towards the fridge, “Why don’t you go see what’s in there for you and your dad hm?” Curiously, Jack pulled his dad’s hand as he led the way into their fridge. Aaron could see that the child was a tad bit apprehensive in seeing what’s on the fridge so he opened it and was pleased to see that their favourite drinks — Jack’s boxed chocolate drink and his energy drink. Nestled in between the drinks was another envelope; this time it was Hotch who opened it and read what was written inside, “Hope this drink quenches your thirst! The following clues will keep you on your toes, so why don’t you go to the place where we place our clothes?”

Jack had his eyebrows furrowed once more when he looked up at his dad, “Does that mean your closet? Or mine, dad?” Hotch did give it some thought and came with the conclusion, “Why don’t we go check both of our closets? Then we can reconvene in the hallway?”

A determined look was on Jack’s face which made Hotch and Y/N giggle before the two boys nodded among each other and rushed to their respective rooms. As the younger Hotchner opened his closet — one that had raptors for handles, seeing as that was Jack’s favourite kind of dinosaur — and checked his clothes that were hung if there was an envelope peeking out. Just as he was about to ruffle through his drawers he noticed something peeking out of the laundry hamper. Grabbing the envelope, he rushed out the hall and was pleased to see his dad sitting cross legged on the floor, waiting for him too.

“Where’d you find the card, Jack?” Aaron wondered as he looked at the envelope he was waving, “By my dirty clothes! Did you find your clue?” Deciding to kid around, Aaron shook his head as spout was on his lips, “I don’t think I found the clue, bud.”

Trying to cheer his father up, Jack handed his card and said, “Then this can be our clue, dad! We found this together!” Heart melting at how his son was, Hotch cracked a smile and lifted the card he hid in his back, “If we’re trading clues, I think this will be yours then?” Jack gasped out loud at seeing the card his dad had produced and enthusiastically asked, “Did you find yours in your dirty clothes too?”

Aaron shook his head, “Found it by the underwear drawer, bud. Why don’t we open our cards together hm?” As the Hotchner boys opened their respective cards, they noticed that the paper was torn in half in the middle, splitting the clue between the two of them. Jack gave his father a look, asking silently if he could have the paper; when his dad nodded, the little boy placed the paper on the floor, putting them side by side so that they could read what the card said, “Now why don’t we get dressed and ready for the day? Then head to where we sing, dance, and play all day!”

Looking towards each other, Jack still sporting the purposeful look on his face, “Can we wear the same polo shirt that we have, dad?” The older Hotchner nodded his head and held out his hand to help his son stand up on his feet, “I think we can do that, Jackers. But first let’s think about where the card wants us to go next?”

Jack thought about as he looked over his shoulder in their entertainment area by their living room, “Maybe by our stereo?” Aaron nods as he ruffles his son’s hair, “Good idea, bud! See you in a little okay?”

Both Hotchner boys reached for the navy blue polo shirt that Y/N gave them a couple of Christmases ago. Once they were dressed in comfortable jeans, they both decided to split up to cover more ground; Jack searched by their gaming area as well as the surrounding games while Hotch looked at their stereo and DVD system. “I think I got something, Jack,” Hotch called out as he pulled the baby blue envelope that was out of place.

Jack smiled and sat on his father’s thigh as he watched the envelope be opened, when Aaron nodded his head, nudging Jack to read it, “Wanting something more? Why don’t you go see what’s by the front door?”

“Do you think we’re getting closer, dad?” Jack wondered as he led the way to their foyer, Aaron for the first time in a while was stumped and had no idea where Y/N was going with this little hunt; but instead he put on his assured look and encouraged him, “You know what? I think we are, something tells me we only have two to three clues before we find out what Y/N has planned out!”

Jack once again smiled at that and they both surveyed the coat hanger, little bench, and shoe storage. The younger Hotchner noticed an envelope peeking through one of their coats and handed it over to his father, “You read it this time, dad.”

“Fear not, for your search is over, why don’t you check the kitchen and soon you’ll get your closure.” The two Hotchners looked at each other and were thrilled at the prospect of them having answers to their questions. Rushing over to the kitchen, the two immediately noticed how the oven door was slightly ajar, Aaron opened and felt around making sure it wasn’t hot and pulled the tray wrapped around in foil, an envelope was placed right beside it. Aaron handed Jack the envelope as he carefully pulled the tray out, “What does it say, bud?”

“This is your final clue, I missed you during the whole hunt! why don’t you head over to the backyard and give me some lovin?” Jack and Hotch looked at each other excitedly as they rushed to head to the back door. Upon seeing Y/N sitting on one of their patio chairs while there was a paper bag sitting atop the table. She smiled upon seeing her two Hotchner boys, “Hey guys! You saw the final clue, didn’t you?”

Jack nestled himself in her lap as he recalled how he and his dad worked together to find clues and took turns in reading the clues. “Do we get to know what this hunt for is yet, Y/N?”

Y/N shot one look at Aaron who had the same eagerness and love in his eyes, “Well since you asked Jack, there is one last card in the paper bag which will explain everything!”

Jack then peeked into the paper bag as Aaron slid his chair closer to where his two loves were sitting; with nimble fingers, Jack reached for the card and read it out loud for the three of them, “The suspense is over! There is a bun in the oven,” As Jack read that portion, Y/N lifted off the foil from the tray to show a little cinnamon bun, “The surprise is our sweet family is extending.”

As Jack removed the card from the envelope, there was a little black and white photograph peeking out that Aaron pulled and had teary eyes as he stared at it before looking at Y/N with all the love he had for their family, “You’re pregnant?”

“I am, Aaron,” She nuzzled her cheek into his hand as she rubbed Jack’s back lovingly, “You’re going to be a big brother, Jackers.” The aforementioned boy excitedly grinned at that as he hugged her tightly, “I can’t wait for them to come, momma!”

Both of them froze up when Jack called her that as it was never something that was discussed or planned. Aaron spoke up first, “Jack, you just called Y/N momma. Is that something you’re comfortable calling her by?”

Jack lifted his head up from her chest where he rested comfortably and looked at his dad and nodded, “Yeah, dad. Y/N takes care of me the same way mommy did. I love mommy and momma! And if my baby sibling gets to call her momma, I wanna do that too,” Jack excitedly gasped as he came to a realisation, “Maybe I should teach them how to talk!”

Y/N giggled at his enthusiasm as she kissed the top of his head, “That sounds like a wonderful plan, Jack. And you calling me momma makes me the happiest, you know? I promise to be the best momma for you, okay?”

Aaron’s heart swelled double its size as he watched the scene in front of him, he lifted her hand and kissed the knuckles gently before catching her attention, “I gotta say, love, I really like this gift you got us.”

Upon mentioning the gift, Y/N perked up as she wiped some of the stray tears that fell out as she reached for the paper bag once more, “That reminds me, I still have one more gift for you guys.”

The two of them felt cotton beneath their fingertips and fished out two t-shirts. Fortunately, Jack got the smaller shirt that read, “Best Big Brother.” Whereas Aaron had the shirt where the words “Best Dad to Two Kiddos” embroidered. “Can I go change shirts?” Jack asked excitedly, to which the adults nodded, he ran as fast as his little legs could carry him to the bathroom.

Y/N silently looked at Aaron who was tracing over the embroidered letters over the shirt, grabbing his bigger hand she squeezed it softly as she spoke, “Aar? I just wanted to check in with you. With how you feel about the baby.”

That caused the unit chief to look up, “How do I feel about the baby? Honey, I’m overjoyed,” He revealed as leaned forward to plant a long kiss on her lips, as if he tried to convey every ounce of gratitude and love he had for her — which was more than he could ever put into words, “How could I anything be short of elated and overjoyed,” Both his hands were rubbing her cheeks softly as he smiled genuinely, “You’re giving me another opportunity to be a father, and the woman of my dreams get to carry the product of our love.”

Her heart warmed at that and she turned her head sideways so she could plant a soft kiss on his palm, “I love you, Aaron. So goddamn much,” She sat down on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, one of his hands settled on her nearly there bump while the other rubbed her back lovingly, “I love you too, honey. And I love our growing family.” And right on cue, Jack came barging in with a wide grin as he now sported the new shirt he was recently gifted. As the three hugged each other and relished in the warm, happy bubble they were in, they all were expressing their enthusiasm for the newest Hotchner to join their family.

#aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner #jack hotchner #aaron hotchner x female reader #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch hotchner #thomas gibson #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotch imagine #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotch fic #happybirthdayhotch22

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toogay2besaved · 6 months

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⚠️LOOKING FOR STATION-19 FRIENDS 😩⚠️

I am in desperate need of some good friends who love to geek out!! Not only to station-19 but anything!

A little about myself!

I’m 21 (22 in a few weeks),

My inbox is always open no matter what!

female she/her,

I’m new to tumblr, I love reading and writing little fanfics,

my favourite shows right now are Station-19, Criminal Minds (100 more to list),

my favourite colour is lavender and burnt orange

Canadian 🇨🇦

#station19 #maya bishop imagine #carina deluca x maya bishop #drabbles #fanfic #need friends #open inbox #andy herrera #jack gibson #victoria hughes #carina deluca #travis montgomery #dean miller #ben warren

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lily-174 · 1 year

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hey guys!

i’m opening my request to new characters see list below;

- jack gibson (station 19)

- maya bishop (station 19)

- killian jones (once upon a time)

- evan buckley (911)

- eddie diaz (911)

so send request any of these new characters! i have a few requests to get through and i will get through them, but im struggling with writers block so i thought some new characters could help me get over it!

#station 19 #station 19 x reader #jack gibson #jack gibson x reader #once upon a time #killian jones x reader #killian jones imagine #captain hook x reader #killian jones requests #jack gibson imagines #maya bishop #maya bishop x reader #911 fox #911 x reader #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagines #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x reader

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chaselynnreads · 7 months

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hi!

here are some of the other people/series I will be writing about just as preview (will put links when finished.

9-1-1 imagines:

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Natasha Romanoff

Station 19:

Jack Gibson

Andy Herrera

Travis Mountgomery

Vic Hughes

Any ideas of something you would want is greatly appriciated

#9 1 1 buddie #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #marvel #fanfic #station 19 #andy herrera #jack gibson #vic hughes #9-1-1 imagines:#Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz

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sawyerhughes · 2 years

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Darkest fears

Summery:while her new job distracts sawyer from the imagines she keeps having what happens when the station redecorates a room and the unexpected happens

Warnings:adult themes,cussing,ptsd,jealousy

Part 2

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Sawyer woke up the morning not prepared for what was coming that day,not knowing the way her day was gonna take a twist.Heading to work meeting her new co workers and one of them seeming just a bit to familiar as her first shift started.Hailey had told her there wasn’t a spot at the police station but Sawyer wouldn’t ever wanna be around the station with his everything seemed to play out when she was there for a few moments.

Sawyer walked into the fire station with the faint chatter of her new co workers,getting to know them and helping with one of the smaller rooms they were wanting to redo and redecorate,she knew mouse was planning on stopping by an seeing her at her knew job but she figured it would be when her shift ended not randomly in the middle in between of it am sure as hell didn’t expect him to bring Jay of all people after what happened.

“First I had to convince them Travis was in fact the bad guy and not you who should of been doing crisis intervention,Hughes what you did in there-“

the guy who was talking was cut off while Jay and mouse stayed back for a moment out of sight listening mouse recognizing the guy to be jack the two of you had been talking about.

“Yeah I know” Sawyer told him looking up at him with her hands on her hips feeling as if she had a weight on her chest and if she was out of breathe.

”No you don’t know because if you knew you wouldn’t of done it,our job is to help people what you did was put that entire family at risk” jack had roughness to his voice but also calm trying to stay sweet to her.

“I think the family was already at risk” Sawyer was sassing back to him while glaring up at him while he was looking down at her,sawyer was always shorter then everyone,while everyone seemed so overly tall to her.while she went to walk away he told her to stop having not been done talking about it.

“I have to get my heart monitor” she pointed to the locker rooms while walking away,the same heart monitor she didn’t even tell her best friend about,now why did sawyer need a heart monitor she was one of the healthiest people they knew.

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“Heart moniter?” Mouse asked as he turnt around the corner as well as Jay seeing sawyer putting a bracelet around her hand which monitored her heart.

”uh yeah I had some issues after the ieds you know,it kinda basically almost killed me but I’ve been having his heart issues it’s kinda like palpations but if they get to frequent you know” sawyer sticks her tongue out acting like she’s dead try to lighten the mood because to be honest she was in the verge of breaking and crying and she didn’t need Jay to see her cry not after how he asked if she was good and then didn’t stand up for her when she did nothing wrong and his girlfriend blew up at her.

“Are you serious” Jay mumbled irritated she didn’t tell him.

“why didn’t you tell me that when he talked the other night or even last night” mouse pressed while being sincere.

“What so you can go run off and tell Jay,yes I get it we are like brother and sister but after coming back and getting treated like shit when I didn’t even say anything to him or his girlfriend and then he had the audacity to just stand there and listen to her talk to me like I’d didn’t go through that” sawyer raised her voice at mouse and her bracelet started beeping while she pointed at Jay.

“don’t ever tell me you care about me like you did when we were serving the rangers because we both fucking know that’s a lie it was just to boost your ego about your friends and make you look like a badass”her voice breaking as tears started to fill her eyes and jack came around the corner hearing the beeping that was picking up louder.

“Hey hey take a deep breathe” he shoved past Jay pulling sawyer into him who went to take a deep breathe but ended up collapsing against him grabbing his shirt seeming as if it took her a moment to even breathe.

“Hughes your benched I’m serious” jacks voice was laced with worry but also discipline as he was a Lieutenant.”you have put the station and yourself at risk already twice today”.

“Yeah I get it Gibson I’m on desk duty.” Sawyer stands up reaching for the wall while her face becomes flushed her moniter still beeping.

Jack becoming serious as he raised his voice a little.”no not desk duty your benched go home.”

“You can’t bench me like that your not the captain” she yells not caring Jay and mouse was staring at the two fighting.

“Your not okay” jacks voice becomes soft while he puts his hand over his own heart looking at her.

“What is this punishment for what happened at my place?” Confusion left sawyer while Jay couldn’t help but want to punch jack feeling jealous run through his body though he was with Hailey an had been for a year.

“No Hughes no,it has nothing it do with that-you know what actually it does because it’s further proof that your judgement is just” he paused while motioning with his hands that he meant crazy.”look I don’t wanna fight with you and I get your hurting but you can’t be like that out in the field.go home” he tells her again while he walks out.

Sawyer sighed feeling like everything yet again was just crashing down on top of her while Jay went to reach out to her wanting to be there for her and not wanting it to be jack who was in her arms,her flinching away. “Stop god just stop” her voice raised slightly while her moniter still hadn’t stopped. “Just go okay,just go you have hurt me enough okay I can’t deal with this right now so just please.” Her voice broke as she walked out of the room while tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

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Travis had became close with sawyer lately,it only made sense to her he was now boyfriend with her best friend mouse and their personality’s were so close it had almost been scary.Sawyer didn’t wanna tell anyone where she was going she just wanted to do it alone,it’s how she’s always normally did everything that way,was alone expect she ran into Travis who saw her in one of the emergency rooms.

“Hey what’s going on everything alright” he came into her room grabbing her hand while she tried fighting back tears.

“No everything is falling apart and I’m expected to hold it together so I don’t look like a dam child who got her first doll ever took away from her and the guy I love is with someone else and he is a compete different guy when she’s around with him plus every time now sense I gotten back I get slightly bi-“ the heart moniter had started beeping quickly leaving sawyer to sigh. “But that happens because now I have a heart condition thanks to ieds so doesn’t life and god just love me” her voice dripped with sadness.

“Hey whatever happens and whatever goes to happen I’m here alright you are now my sister to me an I ain’t gonna let you go through nothing along anymore” Travis states.

#chicago pd #chicago pd x reader #jay halstead x you #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead #jack gibson #station 19

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nefarioushan · 1 year

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Do you ever think about how each and every character in shadow and bone is casted PERFECTLY?

They casted Kit Young to play himself. Same with Jack Wolfe.

Patrick Gibson bought me with his performance the second he gave Kaz and Jesper that pirate (privateer) smile.

Amita Suman is the perfect combination of beauty and danger that Inej Ghafa represents.

Freddie Carter carried half of the season with his Kaz Brekker Book Accurate Era.

Jessie Mei Li made Alina both angelic and down to earth.

Anna Leong Brophy looks and acts 100% the way I imagined Tamar.

Just so...... perfect

#six of crows #crooked kingdom #soc #shadow and bone #grishaverse #shadow and bone season 2

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cyberpunkonline · 7 months

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The Future of Biomechanical Beings: How Close Are We to This Cyberpunk Reality?

In the realm of cyberpunk fiction, biomechanical beings have long captivated our imagination. From synthetic humans with the ability to blend in seamlessly among us to cybernetically enhanced individuals, these futuristic concepts challenge our understanding of humanity, technology, and the very essence of life. But as we look to the horizon, one can't help but wonder: how close are we to turning these fictional stories into our reality? Let's embark on a journey through some iconic cyberpunk references and juxtapose them with the current state of technology.

Ghost in the Shell (Anime & Film) Reference: Major Motoko Kusanagi, a synthetic "full-body prosthesis" augmented-cybernetic human, is a key figure in Masamune Shirow's world of "Ghost in the Shell". Her body is entirely artificial, while her "ghost" or soul remains distinctly human. Real Tech: Currently, we have prosthetic limbs that can be controlled by neural signals. While full-body prostheses seem distant, advancements in neural interfaces and robotics suggest we may witness rudimentary versions within a few decades.

Blade Runner (Film & Book) Reference: The Replicants, bioengineered beings designed by Tyrell Corporation, are almost indistinguishable from humans and are designed for various roles, from combat to entertainment. Real Tech: Bioprinting organs and tissues is an emerging field. While replicants, in their entirety, are far off, certain aspects like printing individual organs could become a reality within the next two decades.

Neuromancer (Book) Reference: William Gibson's seminal novel introduced the idea of "jacking into the matrix" and using neural interfaces to interact with a digital reality. Real Tech: With companies like Neuralink working on brain-computer interfaces, it might not be too long before we see early versions of this technology. Some experts believe that rudimentary neural interfaces could be available within the next 10-20 years.

Alita: Battle Angel (Film & Manga) Reference: Alita is a cyborg with a human brain but a completely mechanical body, showcasing advanced combat capabilities and agility. Real Tech: Advanced robotics and exoskeletons are making rapid progress. Full-body replacements like Alita remain in the realm of fiction, but components, such as limbs with enhanced strength or agility, could emerge in the next 30 years.

Akira (Anime & Manga) Reference: Neo-Tokyo, a city filled with technological marvels and cybernetic enhancements, shows a dystopian future where biomechanical beings play a significant role. Real Tech: The urban landscape depicted in Akira resonates with our current trajectory of smart cities. As for biomechanical beings, we're still in the early stages of merging man and machine seamlessly.

Conclusion: While the cyberpunk genre offers a fascinating, albeit sometimes dystopian, view of the future, it serves as an inspiration for innovators and scientists. Though we might not see full-body biomechanical beings anytime soon, the integration of biology and mechanics is an inevitable part of our future. Judging by the current pace of technology, it wouldn't be too audacious to claim that we might witness the inception of some of these concepts within our lifetime. The line between man and machine continues to blur, and with it, we edge closer to our cyberpunk future.

- REV1

#cyberpunk #biomech #bio engineering

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juniperskye · 1 month

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Too Sweet.

Based on the following ask from @reidstheyfriend : Hotch x innocent/sunshine! Reader

I got this idea listening to Too Sweet by Hozier. I just immediately think of Hotch when listening to the song. I feel like Hotch would think he’s too broken or traumatized for reader because she’s so sweet and her heart is full of love and joy and that’s something he loves about her. He’s worried he would corrupt her and that she deserves better. So, most of the fic I would say it’s Hotch longing for reader but putting distance between them. Until he can no longer take it anymore. He needs her. He loves her.

I especially see the line where Hozier is talking about working late away from the phone and it makes her worry. I see reader calling/texting Hotch at late hours because she’s worried about him and he is too caught up in work to see her calls/texts.

Italics -text message

Hotch x innocent/sunshine! GN Reader

Angst/Fluff

Word count: 1206

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, Aaron really doubting his worth, BAU canon typical violence, mention of Haley and Jack, reader has a sister, no use of y/n, no pronouns used for reader, pet names (honey, baby, sunshine) let me know if I missed any!!

That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“Sunshine, you deserve so much more. I’m so sorry. I just, I want you to be with someone better, someone good.” Aaron said, his voice faltering.

“Aaron, wait. Let’s talk about this.”

Your heart broke at the sight of him. Aaron looked completely and utterly wrecked. You had a pretty good feeling that you knew his reasoning behind this conversation. Aaron had always called you his sunshine, he had said that you brought light into his life that had been long since dulled. You knew that Aaron had this fear of dulling your light, but you knew that wasn’t the case…you thought back to some of the things that had happened in the last few months that may have led Aaron here.

*Three Weeks Earlier*

Aaron had been working late, it had been a local case that was time sensitive. You knew this meant it was most likely a hostage situation or a child abduction, these cases didn’t offer a chance for the team to head home and sleep.

You had been keeping up with the case as much as the news and texts from Garcia would allow. You hadn’t heard from Aaron in a few hours, which wasn’t totally uncommon, however, Garcia had told you that the case had been solved and the team had been dismissed for the evening.

You figured he must be finishing up the reports and decided you send him a text before heading to bed for the night.

Hey baby, I know you’re working, I just wanted to text and let you know I am heading to bed. Jack wanted me to tell you he loved you when you got home, but I’m not sure when that’ll be. Honey, don’t work too hard…come home soon. I love you so much.

You hit send and set off to your room, after brushing your teeth, you slid into bed. After tossing and turning for a little bit, you hopped out of bed and moved to your dresser. You pulled out one of Aaron’s t-shirts and changed into it, adding a spray of his cologne. After taking a deep breath, your body immediately relaxed, and you climbed back into bed.

It was after three in the morning when Aaron came through the door. He made sure to be as quiet as possible as he moved through the apartment. He quickly checked in on Jack and then made his way to your room. His heart clenched as he saw you curled up in his shirt, clutching his pillow. He changed his clothes and brushed his teeth quickly before climbing into bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle. You shifted closer to him and he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck.

*Two Weeks Earlier*

Aaron had been home for about two hours and in that time, he’d greeted you, grabbed a whiskey and gone straight into his office. Things at the BAU had been extremely busy, this had been the first night Aaron had been home in three weeks. All you wanted was to have him by your side while you slept tonight.

“Aaron, honey, why don’t you come to bed? It’s nearly daylight.” You suggest.

“I, know sunshine, I’m sorry. I’m almost done!”

“Aaron…”

He looked up at you, finally noticing the exhaustion in your expression. He clicked his mouse a few more times, signed one last form, then got up. He made his way to you and wrapped his arm around you.

“Let’s get you to bed.” Aaron said as he placed a kiss to your temple.

Things had been like this more often than not, Aaron consistently working late, be it at home or the BAU. He’d be up until dawn, sipping his whiskey neat, going over paperwork. You’d fallen into this pattern where you’d be waking up in time to say goodnight to him. Knowing he’d have to get up pretty soon, you’d make his coffee, not that it took much, he drank it black. Aaron would get up, make his way to the kitchen, grab his coffee, and give you a kiss as thanks.

“Sunshine, you are as bright as the morning.” Aaron smiles.

“Honey...” You’d blush.

*Present Day*

“Sunshine, there’s nothing more to talk about. I’m not good for you. You have stayed up waiting for me, time and time again. You consistently have to go to bed without me, have dinner without me. I mean last month alone I missed three dates, two of Jack’s soccer games, and the Halloween party at your sister’s.” Aaron trailed on.

“Aaron, honey, it’s okay. It happens. The BAU is a busy job, you’re literally making the world a safer place.”

You could see the emotions flashing across Aaron’s face. The inner turmoil he was currently experiencing made you reach out to him, gently placing your hand on his cheek. He brought his hand up to cover your own, leaning into your touch.

“Sunshine I just want you to be happy. You should be with someone who has time to show you how wonderful you are, someone who doesn’t miss dates.”

“Aaron, don’t you get it? You have made me so incredibly happy in the time we have been together. I got into this relationship knowing full well that you would be extremely busy and that you might miss some things…but that doesn’t bother me. Honey you show me your love and appreciation every single day. You have my favorite flowers delivered once a week, that way I’ll always have fresh ones. You leave me sticky notes on the bathroom mirror with sweet notes, so I’ll have a good start to my day. You put my towel on the warmer so I can be extra cozy when I get out of the shower. You make me lunch each morning, so I don’t have to. This relationship is so much more than missed dates and waiting up honey. You are an honest, kind, loving man, Aaron you deserve to be loved.”

Tears were falling from both you and Aaron. You just wished that Aaron could see himself through your eyes. After things with Haley, he truly had never been the same, he feared that his love only brought destruction. It had taken months of dates and persuasion (from Dave) to get Aaron to ask you to be his. The longer Aaron had been with you, the more he thought that he didn’t deserve your love. You were the best person he knew; you could bring a smile to anyone’s face through your presence alone. He couldn’t let his darkness cloud your sunshine. And yet here you were, proving to him that he too had light, light that he had brought to you.

“I’m sorry sunshine. I just, I get in my head. You’re just so good.”

“Aaron it’s okay, as long as you don’t still plan on calling this quits.”

“I’m not going anywhere sunshine. I can’t promise I won’t doubt myself ever again, but I can promise that I am here for the long haul.” Aaron squeezed your hand gently.

“Well, that’s good because you are stuck with me.” You smiled.

“You’re too sweet for me.” Aaron said before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

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'Glad All Over (Cake By The Ocean)', Chapter One

Summary: Nyssa Traken, a dentist from London, finds herself in the small Cornish town of Tregonnereth. While initially in the town for a short break from the big city, upon meeting Tegan Jovanka (a jack-of-all-trades), Nyssa begins to find herself falling in love with the charms of the close-knit local community (and maybe a certain someone as well)...

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Here's my new multi-chapter fic, everyone! I hope you enjoy it! I've been wanting to write a chill, cosy, slice-of-life rom-com for a while, so I hope you enjoy it! This won't have so much of a dedicated release schedule, but -given the more relaxed pace of this fic- I think that fits it quite well.

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Read on AO3.

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Nyssa Traken sighed, stretching her toes out on the sand.

To be honest, when she had started her working week that Monday in London, she hadn’t been expecting to end it sat on a beach, in Tregonnereth, a small town in Cornwall. For one thing, she had a job in London.

But her job as a dentist was growing increasingly unfulfilling. Dental practices across the country were becoming increasingly geared towards the rich, with a noticeable reduction in patients from the NHS. It saddened Nyssa; one of the greatest health services on the planet was being broken up piecemeal and sold off to private companies for profit.

Nyssa, the daughter of a dyed-in-the-wool Welsh trade-unionist, felt an immense sense of anger towards the people responsible for this.

Many dentists were either leaving the profession, or moving abroad for better pay. She’d read somewhere that, in the decade since 2010, the amount of dentists throughout the UK had severely declined, especially outside of major cities.

Nyssa sighed again, drawing her knees up in front of her and wrapped her arms around her legs.

So, why Cornwall? Why this particular town in Cornwall?

To be honest, Nyssa had only been to this place once. On a family holiday when she was a small girl. Her parents had taken her here to get away from London, from the noise and frantic pace of life. Nyssa remembered walking with her parents along the sandy beach, looking forward to the promised ice cream for a mid-afternoon snack.

It was the last holiday they had been on, just the three of them.

Nyssa let out a small sigh, staring out to sea. It was a calm day, and the first signs of summer sunshine were peaking through the clouds. Whenever she had looked at weather forecasts, it had always seemed as if Cornwall got an astonishing amount of both rain and sunshine. Mercifully, today was highlighting the latter.

She imagined she probably looked a rather strange sight; a woman sat on the sand in a suit (the fabric of her waistcoat, of course, contrasted nicely with the Edwardian-styled knee-length skirt, the jacket having been tidily folded into Nyssa’s bag due to the warmer weather). But she found it difficult to care; the sand was dry and this suit had done her in good stead for years. The warm wind was pleasant on her exposed forearms, as she had smartly folded the sleeves of her blouse up to her elbows.

There was a buzz in Nyssa’s leather messenger bag. Frowning slightly, she rummaged through the contents, past her jacket and socks, and extracted her phone.

‘Hi, Mel,’ she said, climbing getting to her feet. It was more comfortable to walk on sand barefoot anyway.

‘Nyssa, where exactly are you?’ came the confused voice of Mel Bush. She was both a friend and a colleague; the two of them had even been housemates for a while at one point.

‘Er… Cornwall.’

Nyssa heard the redhead take a large intake of breath.

‘Why are you in Cornwall? You barely like going further than the M25!’

‘I…’ Nyssa put her head in her other hand, as she walked along the beach. It was so deserted that she wasn’t concerned about her shoes being stolen, as she might have been back in London. The sea breeze ruffled her Gibson-Girl-inspired up-do of brown hair. ‘I… I needed somewhere quiet.’

‘And… you decided on a seven-hour drive through the West-Country instead of just going to a park?’ Mel asked, sounding concerned. ‘Nyssa, is something wrong?’

Nyssa sighed, grateful for the worry her friend was showing.

‘I’m sick of practicing in London, Mel,’ she said. ‘Looking into the mouths of rich people who just want their teeth whitened and spend half their time in the surgery treating the clerical staff like rubbish. Our NHS patients can’t afford our fees, and I’m not high-up enough to do anything to help them. I just… I feel like I’m not helping anyone doing what I’m doing.’

Mel made sounds of sympathy.

‘Maybe Cornwall will be good for you. Wellness, and all that.’

Nyssa chuckled. Mel was a bit of a keep-fit nut, and her latest interest was a combination of mindful meditation mixed with yoga.

‘The sea breeze is pretty nice here,’ she said, looking out through the waves. ‘There’s no traffic. No taxi drivers yelling at each other. And the air is so clean.’

‘Hey, you focus on you,’ Mel said. ‘Have a nice long weekend, and do that breathing technique I recommended the other day.’

Nyssa chuckled.

‘I’ll try, Mel. Thank you.’

‘No problem,’ Mel replied, warmly. ‘See you next week; bye!’

‘Bye.’

Nyssa hung up, placed her phone in her bag, and turned around, heading back to where she had been sat.

Both her shoes were missing. In their place was the tide.

‘Drat!’

Nyssa hurried forward. Sure enough, she couldn’t see a thing. Well, shoes probably didn’t float, so that was unsurprising. Still…

Nyssa sat down on the sand, and groaned. Yes, she could always buy another pair, but that pair had seen her through so much. They were a good pair of shoes; comfortable yet smart. Nyssa had always been very particular about her personal belongings; when she wore something out, she tended to just replace it with something either identical or something very similar. It was the way she had always been-

Thud.

Nyssa’s shoes landed on the sand.

‘These yours?’

Nyssa looked up.

A woman was standing in front of her. She was a couple of inches shorter than Nyssa, wearing a wetsuit. Her hair -shortly cropped- was wet and swept back to keep it out of her eyes. Her bicep bulged under the material of the wetsuit as she held a surfboard under her arm, and her stance on the sand was confident yet relaxed. Her accent was Australian, and Nyssa could see herself reflected in those large brown eyes.

‘Y-yes!’ Nyssa stammered, stumbling to her feet and picking up the shoes. ‘That’s-how-thank you- I-’

‘They washed up on my board,’ the woman said, not seeming to notice Nyssa’s flusteredness. ‘I’m guessing they got caught by the tide?’

Nyssa nodded.

‘Thank you; that’s very kind of you.’

The woman shrugged.

‘They almost stabbed me in the eye! You need to be more careful what you’re doing with your shoes.’

Nyssa stared at the woman, startled.

‘I… they just got swept out-’

‘You can’t just leave your shoes lying around when the tide is coming in,’ continued the woman, clearly irritated. ‘What if this had gotten stuck in the fishing nets- hang on, are you from London?’

‘Yes, I am!’ Nyssa exclaimed, feeling very thrown off. ‘How could you tell?’

‘Just a feeling,’ the woman said, wiping her nose with her free hand. ‘Most locals don’t tend to wear suits on the beach.’

Nyssa frowned, feeling irritated by the woman’s tone.

‘You’re being rather rude.’

‘This, coming from the person who almost blinded a surfer with her shoes. Whatever, just be more careful in future.’

Without so much as a backward look, the woman walked off, her board under her arm, leaving a trail of wet footprints in the sand and a very angry Londoner.

Nyssa turned, fists clenched as she sat down on the sand. The cheek!

Eventually, once she had cooled down (that breathing technique of Mel’s was surprisingly effective), Nyssa put her now-dried shoes on her feet, left the beach, headed across the road, and into the café. It wasn’t a chain shop, but she didn’t really mind; coffee was coffee.

The place was well-made-up, with lots of seaside paintings on the walls. There was no queue at the counter, although a couple of teenagers were sat in the back.

‘One cappuccino,’ Nyssa said, as she approached the counter, rooting in her bag for her purse. ‘I think I’ve got some spare change here-’

‘Don’t tell me you lost that in the surf too?’ came a familiar voice.

Nyssa looked up.

‘You again!’

‘My name is Tegan, actually,’ said the Australian, who had presumably changed from her wetsuit into a black shirt, trousers and a matching apron. Not that Nyssa was taking notice, of course. ‘D’you want that cappuccino with dairy or non-dairy?’

‘Er... non-dairy,’ Nyssa replied. ‘Thank you.’

‘No worries,’ said the woman called Tegan.

‘Er, sorry about earlier,’ Nyssa said, slowly. ‘I… well, I’ve been having a rather strange day, and I took it out on you.’

‘I kinda gathered,’ Tegan said, chuckling a little. ‘Apology accepted. What’s your name?’

‘E-er,’ Nyssa said, suddenly feeling flustered. ‘I-’

‘It’s for the cappuccino,’ Tegan said, without missing a beat.

‘Nyssa,’ said Nyssa.

‘With a ‘y’?’

Nyssa nodded.

‘Welsh family, I take it.’

Nyssa repeated her nod.

Tegan chuckled, bemused.

‘Do baristas not talk much in London, then?’

‘Not really.’

‘Sounds rough.’

The Australian began making the cappuccino. Her biceps strained slightly against the fabric of her button-up shirt as she worked the coffee machine. Nyssa blinked quickly, feeling rather warm all of a sudden.

‘So… Nyssa with a y,’ Tegan said, mouth twitching into a lopsided smile as passed over the coffee, and then leant against the counter. ‘What’s a big-city girl like you doing in Tregonnereth? Most tourists don’t arrive until later in the summer.’

Nyssa took a sip of the coffee. It was just right; not scalding, but warm enough to taste good.

‘Needed some quiet,’ she said, inbetween sips as she started to drain the mug. ‘London can be… a bit much.’

‘So I’ve heard.’

Nyssa finished the mug, and placed it back on the counter.

‘Thank you; that was lovely.’

‘No worries,’ Tegan said, smiling as she moved the mug away. ‘Would you like a cookie? We get them from the bakery in the high street.’

‘No, thank you,’ Nyssa said. ‘Too much sugar.’

‘Let me guess; you’re a dentist?’

‘Er… yes, why?’

Tegan shrugged.

‘You look like a scientist to me.’

‘Well, I did train as a doctor initially.’

‘Gotcha,’ Tegan cheeked, grinning. ‘You’ve got that vibe. Like you read science textbooks for fun. But -then again- I read airplane manuals for fun, so I suppose I’m not one to talk.’

Nyssa suddenly found herself snorting with laughter.

The Australian grinned, as she watched the Londoner double over with a fit of the giggles.

‘There we go,’ Tegan said. ‘Something tells me you needed a laugh, right?’

‘Y-yes,’ Nyssa gasped, mouth stretching into a smile ‘I did. How could you tell?’

Tegan shrugged.

‘Just a guess. You were carrying a lot of stress in your shoulders. Stress that I may have inadvertently added to, now that I think about it,’ -the Australian grimaced apologetically- ‘Sorry.’

Nyssa waved a hand.

‘It’s fine. You weren’t to know. And you made me laugh, so I would say we’ve even.’

‘Is that how it works?’

‘Yes. Equal and opposite reactions. Trust me,’ Nyssa said, smiling. ‘I’m a scientist.’

Tegan grinned.

‘See you around, Nyssa.’

‘Thank you… Tegan.’

Nyssa smiled, softly, as she turned and headed out the door. As it shut behind her, she couldn’t help but feel strangely buoyed, as if she had been given a second wind. Well, a pretty Australian smiling at you might well do that, she supposed.

She headed up Tregonnereth’s high street, away from the main harbour. It sloped upwards at a decent rate, meaning that Nyssa felt herself begin to tire as she approached a small square situated roughly halfway up the slope.

A fair-sized building (presumably the town hall) faced the square, with another side being taken up by a church. In the middle of the square was a war memorial and -stood in front of the memorial- was a group of children. There was all roughly school age, between nine and fifteen, and were all staring at a woman. The woman, dressed in a skirt, blouse and cardigan, had a commanding presence, like teachers Nyssa had known when she was at school herself, and possibly in her early forties. It was difficult to tell, as she had one of those beautiful ageless faces.

‘Now,’ said the woman, speaking to the children. ‘As you all know, Tregonnereth has existed for almost a thousand years, in one capacity or another. Can anyone hazard a guess as to why?’

‘Near to Plymouth?’ a young girl asked.

‘Partially, yes,’ replied the woman. ‘The trade heading along the Tamar valley passes here, and so there has always been a harbour of sorts.’

‘Not much here now,’ muttered a boy.

‘Oh, that’s not entirely true,’ said the woman. ‘Well, granted, the dental practice has closed, the library is now a mobile library and the GP surgery is on reduced hours, but-’

‘No cinema, no good shops-’

‘Yes, thank you, Andrew,’ interrupted the woman, frowning at the teenager who had spoken. ‘I will grant you that things are rather sparce in the town as of late, but you shouldn’t be pessimistic about it.’

The church bells rang for six.

‘Okay; let’s leave it here for today,’ said the woman, clapping her hands together. ‘All of you, make sure your parents know about the next town meeting, alright?’

There was a chorus of agreement, and the children dispersed, heading into the streets nearby.

As the children hurried away, the woman noticed Nyssa and walked across the square towards her, a warm smile on her face.

‘Hello, I’m Barbara Wright,’ the woman said, reaching out and shaking Nyssa’s hand. ‘Hope you didn’t mind my lecture; I’m one of the teachers at the school here.’

‘Nyssa Traken,’ Nyssa replied. ‘And I didn’t mind at all. I found it very interesting, actually.’

‘Thank you,’ Barbara gave a kind smile. ‘Oh, that’s a lovely name, by the way; are you old Cornish?’

‘Er, my father’s Welsh,’ Nyssa said.

‘Still Celtic,’ Barbara replied. ‘People often say that, when they come to Cornwall, it’s like coming home.’

Nyssa nodded, thoughtfully.

‘I was curious about something,’ Nyssa said. ‘Tregonnereth doesn’t seem to have a dental practice?’

Barbara sighed.

‘I’m afraid so. It’s the same in a lot of rural places nowadays; I’m afraid there just isn’t the population needed to keep a practice open. At least, that’s the official reason we were given.’

‘People still want a dental practice, surely?’

‘Absolutely; not everyone can drive to Plymouth or Truro, and -for the elderly- it’s not that easy to get the bus.’

Barbara sighed, folding her arms.

‘I wouldn’t say it in front of the children, but I am concerned about the town’s future. There’s nothing here for young people; most move to the nearest cities when they leave school, and the ones that leave for university rarely return- oh, hello, Tegan.’

Nyssa startled, as the Australian came to stand next to her.

‘Hi Barbara,’ Tegan said. She was now wearing a pair of dungarees over her black shirt, the sleeves of which she had folded up to her elbows. ‘I see you’ve met Nyssa with a y.’

Nyssa felt her face burn at the nickname.

‘Yes,’ Barbara said, clearly noticing Nyssa’s reaction but deliberately not saying anything. She gestured to Tegan. ‘Nyssa Traken, this is Tegan Jovanka; our resident… jack-of-all-trades, I suppose. Tegan, Nyssa and I were discussing things in the town; you remember how the dental practice closed down back in February.’

‘Hang on, weren’t you a dentist back in London?’ Tegan said, turning to Nyssa. ‘Why don’t you start our local practice up again?’

Nyssa stared at her.

‘What?’ Tegan asked. ‘You could do it! The building is owned by the town itself, so the rent is basically none-existent.’

‘Oh, that would be wonderful!’ Barbara said, smiling widely. ‘That would mean so much to us! But… are you sure? We are a long way from London, and I understand the change from the capital to a small town would be a big ask.’

Nyssa looked, between Barbara’s barely-disguised delight and Tegan’s encouraging smile, and found herself unable to mount a counter-argument.

Well… she had been growing tired of working in London, after all. It wasn’t as if she had much to go back for; her father had moved back to Wales years ago and, with the exception of Mel, Nyssa didn’t really have any friends back in London.

‘I… well, I’d have to see the practice,’ she said, slowly.

Tegan grinned, and Barbara smiled even wider.

‘It’s just down the road,’ Tegan said. ‘C’mon; I’ll show you the way-’

Without warning, she reached out and took Nyssa’s hand. Nyssa felt the heat rise in her cheeks, but she found herself unable or unwilling to resist Tegan pulling her away. She cast one last quick look at Barbara, who gave a rather knowing smile.

The premises for the old practice had definitely seen better days, she had to admit.

Granted, it wasn’t the roof was falling in, but the place had definitely not had much TLC in a long while. The front door urgently needed painting, and the grass outside was very overgrown.

‘What do you reckon?’ Tegan said, smiling at Nyssa. She had dropped Nyssa’s hand as they had come to a stop in front of the practice, and didn’t seem to have noticed Nyssa’s flusteredness. ‘Great location; just off the high street, but far away from the road to avoid the noise. The town’s car park isn’t too far away, either.’

Nyssa stared at the building.

‘The place would need a lot done to it,’ she said. ‘I mean, the pipes probably need seeing to, and then there’s the matter of getting it redecorated-’

There was a flutter, as Tegan opened her wallet. A long chain of licenses descended halfway to the ground.

Nyssa’s mouth fell open.

‘Carpentry, interior designer… even plumber?’

‘I’ll consider myself hired,’ Tegan said, grinning cheerfully as she closed up the wallet. ‘Shall we have a look?’

Nyssa stared at the woman, mouth still hanging open.

‘You amaze me, Tegan.’

‘Er, thanks,’ the Australian said, a slight but rather attractive flush rising in her cheeks. ‘So… shall we?’

Nyssa smiled, feeling her cheeks dimple. She nodded, and followed Tegan towards the door.

About an hour later, the two women emerged from the practice. Nyssa’s phone was now full of pictures of the various rooms, as well as possible ideas for what she could do with each of the rooms. A lot of the furniture could still be used, although it would need some cleaning first. Tegan had politely listened as Nyssa had excitedly rambled about requirements for dental practices, the Australian nodding along in a state of cheerful bafflement. If she didn’t care much for the discussion, she hadn’t made it known.

‘Listen,’ Tegan said, as she locked up the door behind hind. ‘I know we kind-of hassled you into this, but the final decision really is yours. You’re the one who’ll be running the place, after all.’

Nyssa smiled, appreciative of the Australian’s kind words.

‘Thank you, Tegan. I… I think I’ll need to think about it about it some more, especially in terms of the financial side of it. Starting up my own practice is a bit decision.’

Tegan nodded.

‘I find surfing normally helps me think.’

Nyssa chuckled.

‘I wouldn’t know the first thing about surfing.’

‘Maybe a walk around the harbour, then?’

Nyssa nodded, smiling.

The sun was already beginning to sink towards the horizon. Tegan had pointed out a hotel in the high street that Nyssa could stay in overnight, before a flat or house could be found for Nyssa in the local area.

The two women reached the harbour. A few small fishing boats were nestled against the harbour walls, and the sounds of seagulls could be heard echoing above the town. Judging from what Tegan had mentioned, the birds were menaces, often attacking dogs and even small children.

‘It’s pretty quiet in the winter,’ Tegan said, leaning against the interior of the sea wall. Her brown eyes reflected the setting sun. ‘On my first day here, it was blowing a gale and chucking it down with rain. But… I dunno, I knew I’d found a place I wanted to live.’

Nyssa nodded, quite unable to take her eyes away from the Australian’s face. Despite only knowing Tegan for that afternoon, she felt as if she’d known her for years. Was that strange? Or was that just wishful thinking on Nyssa’s part?

‘Halfway around the world?’ Nyssa asked. ‘How did that happen?’

Tegan chuckled, giving Nyssa a quick wink that sent a happy shiver up her spine.

‘Nyssa, I can’t be mysterious if you know that, can I?’

Nyssa giggled.

‘Fair point. Alright, keep your mysteries for now, Ms Jovanka.’

Tegan’s mouth quirked slightly.

‘For now?’

Nyssa gave a wink in return, chuckling.

The two women laughed together for a moment. Nyssa now knew that her initial assessment of Tegan had been rather misplaced; the woman wasn’t rude, she was simply forthright and straightforward in her opinions. And she had a kindness behind her eyes that was intoxicatingly endearing.

‘Hey… please stay,’ Tegan said, softly, turning to stare at Nyssa. Behind her, the sun was beginning to set, casting a cosy pink halo around the Australian’s face. ‘Build something with us here.’

Nyssa stared at the Australian, feeling herself lost in those lovely brown eyes.

Oh...

‘I… I suppose I’ll need to have my things sent down from London over the next few days.’

Tegan stared at her for a second, before letting out a whoop. Dashing forward, the Australian pulled Nyssa into a hug. Nyssa felt her cheeks flesh at the sudden contact, and gave a squeak as Tegan hoisted off her feet and swung her around and around in an arc, laughing with delight the entire time.

‘T-Tegan!’ Nyssa stammered, very aware of how close they suddenly were. ‘P-people might stare!’

‘I don’t bloody care!’ Tegan exclaimed, eyes shining as she beamed up at Nyssa. ‘You’re wonderful, Nys!’

Nys?

Oh, dear, Nyssa thought, as she stared into those gorgeous brown eyes. This had all gotten rather complicated…

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Thanks for reading, everyone; hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Stay tuned for the next!

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