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take the upper hand | carmen berzatto x reader

push the reset button we're becomin' something new

description: carmen berzatto is stubborn and anxious and doesn't always know how to express himself. your best friend drags you to a party that carmen knows you'll be at and he shows up to make amends and thank god he does because he saves you from dealing with some drunk asshole.

content warnings: angsty!! drinking/party scene, shitty drunk guy w/ a shitty guy mentality!!, reader gets hit on with one night stand suggestion tones, carmen's ready to swing, mentions of anxiety and jealousy. mentions of reader drinking. kissing, mentions of intimacy related scratches, some light smut references.

author notes: my first time posting something that isn't just smut!! also something that no one but me has read!! normally i always get a proof read, not today. but this idea has been rattling around in my ole noggin' for a minute now so here we are. reminder!! you are responsible for your own media consumption!! if this won't be your jam then there's tons of other fics in the sea (: ily thank you!

even if it's handcuffed i'm leavin' here with you

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The last place you wanted to be tonight was some house party in Wicker Park. With Pitbull, of all artists, playing so loud in the basement that the floor upstairs was still vibrating. Everything was sticky and stinky and you did not wanna be here.

But your best friend was hooked on this guy from her gym.

It didn’t help that Carmy recognized his name from high school and mumbled out some remark about, “Oh yeah, no Dave’s a pretty solid guy.” She was convinced it was a sign that they were meant to be. Not to mention she found his mom’s Facebook and a post from two years ago that included his birth time. The whole train ride over you listened to how compatible the two of them were and how much she loved that he was a Scorpio rising.

She had begged you to come to this God forsaken party and help put in a good word for her. Something had her convinced that if you mentioned just how well you were getting to know Carmen to this Dave guy that he would hold your opinion of her in higher regards.

And sure, maybe there was a part of you that hoped Carmen would be here even while the two of you were feuding. He knew it was coming up but couldn’t promise he’d be off in time - Something you got quite used to. It normally didn’t bother you that he had so many late nights at the resturant but when it rains, it pours and now you’re stuck sitting next to the sink littered cups filled with what can only be best described as some sort of horrific finance bro jungle juice. A mix of 1942 and fresh pressed juice.

Your nose wrinkles up at the smell but you’re quickly refocused at the booming sounds of Ethan Callaghan stumbling through the back door. Another man Carmy knew from high school but didn’t like as much. Something about always being too in-your-face. Though you were pretty sure he was close with the guy your best friend was currently hooking up with in some random bedroom down the hall.

The second his eyes land on you there’s a lopsided smile being thrown your way as he tries to fluff his hair and stand up as straight as possible. He’s stumbling into the kitchen with a full drink in hand, droning on and on about how he was ‘just so jealous’ that your friend went into that bedroom earlier. How nice it must be to not end the night alone. No pleasantries at all, just right into the whole lonely and horny act that was grossing you out.

No one particularly knew you and Carmy were together yet - He wasn’t the type who wanted to label right away and potentially mess things up and you weren’t the type to out your dating status to random drunken men either. Besides, you weren’t so sure that ‘I have a boyfriend’ would put an end to this pitiful man’s sob story.

As if, on queue and manifested right out of thin air, Carmen rounds the corner and takes a second to soak in the sight in front of him. You’re sitting there with your eyes trained on the water bottle in your hands. Ethan’s yapping away about how pretty you are and how big his apartment is. An excellent view in Streeterville that you’d love to see with the best brunch place in town two blocks away blah, blah, blah. Your shoulders are hunched over, body leaning away from Ethan as he stands at the window watching his reflecting in the window above the sink.

“Hey - Been looking for you.”

Carmen.

Your head whips around to the sight of his voice instantly. There’s a pang in your chest at the sight of him standing in front of you after you two had been apart for these last few days. He looked tired. Wearing a sweater he knows you love because he wants to look nice for you. God you wanted to run over and crash yourself against his chest. Screw the petty fight. Instead you’re stuck giving him a very pointed look, hoping he takes the hint to save you.

He’d be lying if there wasn’t a split second where Carmen feared you were actually going to go home with this loser until he saw the panic and annoyance written across your face. Ethan’s laughing at the sight of him. “Hey, Dude. Think we’re all good here, yeah?” Oh he hates this dick.

There’s a thick level of tension in the room as Carmen squares up his shoulders and steps further into the room. His eyes are trained on Ethan who clearly wasn’t expecting much of a fight out of Carmy. He stops when he’s standing between your knees, putting himself between the two of you. Something about the way he instantly turned possessive turned up a feeling deep in your stomach no matter how annoyed you still were.

“Pretty sure someone out back was looking for you, Dude. It doesn’t seem like anyone in here wants you around. Now either you’re too fucking dense to realize it or you don’t care that you’re not wanted, but I’m here to let you know. So I suggest running out back and getting the fuck out of our hair.”

Ethan’s clearly entertained while looking between the two of you, a playful glint in his eye. You’re silently begging him to walk away and find yourself bringing a hand up to put on the small of Carmen’s back. While you’ve never seen him actually fight, you’ve seen many scraps between him and Richie. Heard stories of him growing up and heard the Bachelor party story.

You’re fine not having your own fight stories to tell.

T-Pain is now blasting in the background and the contrast of people laughing and singing downstairs versus the situation you’ve found yourself in is making your head spin. The whole time your best friend is clueless and wrapped up in Mr. Scorpio Rising. She owes you big time. Like you’ve secured friend of the year already and she needs to throw a parade in your honor after going through this.

Ethan’s finally putting his hands up in the air, that shit eating grin still plastered across his features. “My bad, my bad. Didn’t know you were already claimed.” Claimed. Gross. Your fingers press into Carmy’s back, a silent plea to beg him not to escalate this even more. He’s laughing at the sight of the two of you before snagging a half finished bottle of vodka off the counter and backing up towards the back door.

Carmen steps out from between your legs and follows Ethan to ensure he leaves. Shoulders pushed back, chest puffed out. You’d find the sight entertaining if you still weren’t so on edge. Carmen Berzatto, your protector.

And sure, he’s probably just making this asshole someone else’s problem for the night but he doesn’t care. The main priority is getting you away from him and getting you safe.

You catch the sight of his curls out of the corner of your eye when Carmen returns and instantly steel your spine. The shift in the air now that Ethan is gone was thick. He was a distraction from the distance between you two but now you’re preparing yourself for another argument when really you had no energy left to give it. There was a small worry that he’d think you gave Ethan any inclination that you were interested. Even though you two had been tense, there was never anyone else but you but him. Even if you’re too stubborn to drop that information just yet.

Carmen’s quiet. His heavy boots against the floor make your heart beat faster. Everyone had scattered out of the kitchen when he walked Ethan out of there but not before giving you two a nervous glance as they went. Some probably disappointed there wasn’t a fight if we’re being honest.

“Hey.”

You don’t dignify him with a response. Crossing your arms over your chest and taking a sudden interest in the magnets that littered this guy’s fridge. Toying with the idea of putting the ‘Area 51 is for Lovers!’ magnet in your pocket. You figured you deserved something for going through this hell of a night.

He stops himself once he’s reached your side, the silence awkward and thick in the air. Carmy’s hand is on your knee now, his touch not as firm as you’re used to. The whiplash of emotions once again not helping either of you know just quite where you stand.

“M’still mad at you.”

He winces but he knew it was coming.

The two of you wallow in silence. Carmy’s just about to finally speak but someone stumbles in on the hunt for vodka, takes one look at the annoyance on your boyfriend’s face, before quickly muttering they’ll find it somewhere else.

And you still won’t look at him.

He’s grabbing at your waist now, pulling you from the counter and against his chest. You wanna protest but there’s still a buzz going through your body that makes it hard to think quick enough to push back. Plus God does he feel warm and smell so good.

Carmy’s walking backwards towards the fridge, waiting until his back is flush against it to slide down. Bringing down those magnets you wouldn’t stop staring at, family photos, whatever was in his way came with the two of you. He’s tugging you until you’re straddling his waist while he brings his knees up to support you. Grabbing a hold of your face, finally making you look at him and fuck he looks like shit close up. Dark circles, hair a little messier than he’d normally allow, a bit of fear deep in his eyes.

“You gotta tell me how to fix this.” It’s all unfamiliar territory for him. There wasn’t exactly a good example set for him growing up to say the least.

Four days ago Carmen watched as the barista at some coffee shop you wanted to go to flirted with you. That shit already annoyed him, but he tried to bite his tongue. Then your latte came out with a heart in the foam and you kept explaining that’s just how they all come out but he was jealous and possessive and didn’t know how to communicate that so instead the two of you fought in the car for an hour. It was so stupid and he’s been kicking himself in the ass ever since.

The past four days you refused to talk to him and had done a good job at dodging the situation. Normally you two fight, you fuck, and then you pretend everything’s okay. The cycle was getting old and wearing you down.

Until now.

You give a heavy sigh, reaching out to toy with the bottom hem of his shirt. Carmy really did look like it had been going through it so you’re throwing him a small bone. “Maybe not making me sit on a sticky floor would be a good start.” He’s muttering out this small laugh, thankful to hear anything coming out of your mouth let alone a joke, the sound vibrating against your fingertips and you hate how much it fills your heart.

He waits for the rest. The other shoe to fall. Every ounce of laughter is gone when you finally collect yourself enough for - “Do you think we’re good together, Carmen?” You can feel him stiffen under you, his hands gripping at your waist because he needs something to give him some stability.

A beat goes by. “I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Another beat, this time it’s Carmy who refuses to look at you. Eyes downcast and trained on your lap. “But I’m not sure I’m good for you.” You weren’t expecting that.

Once again silence falls between the two of you, still toying with the hem of his shirt before you lean in to bury your face in the crook of his neck. Taking a deep breath that’s filled with his cologne, faint smoke, and just Carmen that you’ve grown to crave. “You just gotta learn to trust me, Carmen. Outta everyone in this world, I’m the main one who never wants to hurt you. Especially for some barista with a fuckin’ comb over.”

You hoped he would laugh again, but the sound never comes. Instead you feel his arms go tight around your body, his knees coming up a bit more which makes you fully lean into his chest. He’s clinging to you, wishing so badly he knew what to say (or could let himself) say what he knows he needs to. Instead he’s just pressing a kiss to your head, sighing into your hair.

“I wanna be better for you. Just don’t know how.”

The two of you cling to each other and fight to get as close as possible. The distance apart these past four days has left the both of you physically aching for one another. It’s been hours, days of a tense heart and checking phones for texts neither of you knew how to send. You press a kiss against his neck, leaning back just enough to grab his face in your hands and stroke your thumbs over his cheeks.

“It’s scary for me too, y’know? This, us. You’re not alone in being scared but lashing out at me isn’t gonna solve anything. I’m not going anywhere, Carmy.” You take the first step in mending the relationship by leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. There’s a hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place as if he’s still scared you’re going to change your mind and run off before he can realize it’s happening.

He’s letting you take the lead and only deepening the kiss once he feels your hands slide under his shirt. Fingers trailing along the toned skin while Carmey licks your bottom lip. Your hands glide around his back where you’re able to trace over healing scratches left on the skin from your last night together.

Your lips part and you take the lead once again, letting your tongue slide along his and giving a low moan into his mouth as you taste him. There’s the lingering taste of cigarettes mixed with black coffee and Carmen. Once again indescribable and simply him. His grip on you tightens up in response and you know if you’re not careful then you’ll end up disheveled and tangled up in the backseat of his car or bent over one of the sinks in a disgusting bathroom. Both options you refuse to pick over getting home and letting him properly make this up to you.

Dragging your nails along the healing marks, Carmen starts to lose track of his kissing. His grip on your neck tightening a bit more, hips rocking up towards you against his better judgement. The motion’s getting needy and sloppy and you have to pull away much to both of your disappointment.

Shaking your head and bringing your hands up to rest flush against his warm chest. “You’re not gonna fuck me on this nasty floor. I deserve better than this.” Which, of course you do. He just gets carried up when he’s wrapped up in you. He’s nodding in agreement but can’t stop himself from licking his own lips to chase the sensation of you.

He’s looking over your features, his heart picking up pace even more than he thought was possible anymore. “Think you’re meant to be my forever, y’know? Sometimes I look at you and it scares the shit out of me because I look ahead and-... It’s you. Kids sitting at a table in the restaurants doing homework. A honeymoon overseas where I get to drag you around different pasty shops and restaurants and we’ll find random art in flea markets to hang when we get home. Take photos that end up framed. It’s you. Always.”

Now how are you supposed to be mad when he’s this open and honest. Unpacking a future you had thought only you considered so far. You hope this behavior sticks. It’s not easy for either of you, but it’s worth fighting through the learning curve. “Kids, huh? Multiple? They’ll be your harshest critics, Carmy. I dunno if you can handle their reviews quite yet.” He’s chuckling, shaking his head with a lazy smile. “No, not yet. But one day.” The promise of more between you finally putting an end to this discussion for now. You make a mental note to remember this moment when the two of you bicker in the future - No matter what there’s always more on the road ahead of you.

Which makes you smile too. Wrapping your arms around his neck. “One day.” You reward him with one more kiss, knowing that’s all the two of you can risk before you end up sprawled out on this floor.

Carmy’s desperate to keep the lightened mood. He’s giving it a moment for both of you to calm back down from kissing before playfully scrunching up his face. “God you taste like shitty tequila.” It works. You’re laughing and swatting your hand against his chest, feeling a bit lighter than you did when you walked into this place. “Carmen Berzatto be nice to me!”

He’s beaming at you now. Bright, happy.

It’s a stark difference from the funk you’d both been stuck in since this fight started. The sight makes your heart swell and you bring a hand up to push some curls back off of his forehead. Leaning in to press a kiss against the tip of his nose.

“Lemme take you home, yeah? Get you some food on the way? Gotta make sure someone so pretty doesn’t wake up with a hangover.” He loves taking care of you in anyway you'll let him.

You nod and carefully start to shuffle off of his lap. Getting yourself to your feet before reaching down to help tug Carmen up to his feet. You catch as he adjusts himself in his pants, a flush blooming along his cheeks and down his neck. Stepping back in until you’re chest to chest with him, you press a line of kisses along his jaw. Rough stubble going away once you find his lips yet again. You hum against his mouth, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek. “You gotta shave in the morning, Carmy.” He’s nodding instantly, reaching his hand down into his pocket to fish out the car keys.

There’s a notification lighting up your phone - Perfect timing. A simple “Gonna spend the night ;)” text from your best friend. You can’t help but to grin and roll your eyes, turning the phone around so Carmen can see the notification too. He’s laughing while sliding a hand into your back pocket and starting to lead the two of you out of the kitchen.

“Yeah, remind me to tell Dave that his friend fuckin’ sucks.”

#why am i nervous to post this #♡: c.b.#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen x reader #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmy berzatto

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boldlyvoid · 4 months

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Waiting Rooms

Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Summary: JJ goes into labour with her second baby, on Christmas Eve. Aaron and Emily are the only two still in town, they rush to the hospital to support her where Aaron meets a lovely woman who's friend is also giving birth that same night.

Warnings: Pregnant JJ, mentions of throwing up, Meet Cutes, Love at First Sight | Canon rewrite: Haley doesn't die, JJ doesn't lose her baby in season 6, Emily is Alive and living with Aaron for the time being

Word Count: 2.7k

After losing Emily, JJ was able to rejoin the team. And thank god because Hotch was struggling to keep things afloat without both of them. Spencer was a mess, Penelope was needier than ever and Derek... Derek had this look of vengeance in his eyes that made Aaron worried what he did to Foyet look like a walk in the park.

It was scary.

The only one who was semi okay was Dave and that’s only because he’s better at hiding his feelings than anyone else on the team.

JJ was doing really good pretending to be distraught while knowing the truth that their good friend was safely tucked away in Paris for the time being. But something was off about her in the first few weeks that she was back… something he couldn’t quite place until she threw up on the jet.

He went back to pour himself a drink on their way home when he heard her in the jet washroom. He was instantly worried, he knocked on the door and asked if she was okay. She groaned, but let him in. He helped her up to her feet again, got her some tissues to wipe her mouth and stared at her with the most concern in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing's wrong,” she can’t help but smile. “I’m pregnant…”

He’s been so, so happy for her ever since. He keeps close to her side on cases, he keeps snacks in his bag for her and they double up in hotel rooms later on in her pregnancy just in case she needs anything in the middle of the night. She’s not one to go on early maternity leave, so starting at 27 weeks, he steps up his protectiveness and steps in when he knows she needs to go easy on herself. Wills grateful, he knows she’s in good hands with all the boys on the team and even Sever was really good at taking care of her before she transferred over to Andy Swan’s unit.

And much to everyone's surprise, Emily is back in their life when JJ hits 7 months pregnant and she’s so pissed that she can’t be involved in the takedown due to her baby bump. She wanted revenge, she wanted to make Ian Doyle pay… but getting to sit back at the BAU with Emily made up for it. Everything goes smoothly, they get Ian in custody, and they find his son-- sure the criminals all died at the trade-off, but at least Emily was safe from here on out.

The team is overjoyed that they get another Halloween with Emily. Another Thanksgiving, another Christmas and right as New Year's rolls around, JJ is due to bring in another member to their little family… they get two weeks off baring any emergency cases and so everyone goes their separate ways with the plan to come back right before new years to be there when JJ has her baby.

Spencer’s gone back to Vegas with his mom, Derek goes to Chicago with his mom and sisters, and Dave ends up in Long Island with his cousins and the few aunts he has left… Haley has Jack for Christmas this year, Penelope was volunteering at the local homeless shelter to give out Turkey dinner and so that left Emily and Aaron at his house— where she’s been living since coming back, with nothing to do.

And then the phone rings right before midnight. Moments before Christmas Day click's over.

“Hotchner?” He answers, expecting it to be a work call.

“Hey, JJ’s water broke and we’re at the hospital. Her mom has Henry, she’s like 5 centimetres now and she really wants you and Emily here,” Will rushes out.

“I need them!” She calls from the background.

“We’ll be there in a few minutes,” he assures before hanging up. He quickly gets up from bed to put his pants back on and rushes out the door, down the hall, he knocks on Emily’s door.

“What?” She answers and so he pushes the door open. She has a book in one hand and wine in the other. “Sure, come in.”

“JJ’s water broke, she wants us there,” he says. “Come on, I’ll see you downstairs.”

He grabs the rest of his things while she hurries to get back into something appropriate for waiting in a hospital for god knows how long. But they were going to be there the whole time. They were last time, they would be this time and then again if she ever has a 3rd. Or 4th… but he doesn’t see that happening.

The drive over is nice, the roads are clear and it doesn’t look like it’ll snow again anytime soon. Emily’s quiet, bouncing her knee and picking at her fingers. She’s not good with other people being in pain, especially not the people she loves… she’s the first one in the room when they get there. She kisses JJ on the head and asks if she needs anything and JJ just smiles up at her.

“They gave me the good shit,” she holds up her hand with an IV in it. “I’m great.”

“You look good,” Aaron gives her a smile. He loves her like a daughter, he’s so proud of her and she does look amazing for a woman going through the worst pain imaginable.

Just before she can reply, a nurse shows up in the doorway, “I’m so sorry, but it’s after visiting hours which means we can only allow 2 family members in the room at a time…”

“I’ll go,” Aaron offers, knowing how much time with Emily would mean to JJ. “I’ll be in the waiting room.”

“Okay,” JJ gives him a smile. “Thank you for coming, Aaron.”

“Anytime,” he smiles right back before heading out with a wave.

The waiting room is pretty empty, seeing as it is just after midnight on Christmas Day. Most people plan to have a baby around Christmas, avoiding it like the plague. JJ wasn’t due till New Year's, but, she has a habit of going into labour early. He sits alone in one of the pink pleather seats, there’s magazines on a rack in the corner and the news quietly on the TV screwed into the wall in the top right corner of the room. The chair he picked is perfect for watching the TV, however depressing the reports are, it keeps him company for the time being.

Another woman walks out into the waiting room 10 minutes later with a similar disappointed look on her face. “You get kicked out for not being family, too?” She asks him.

He nods, “I did. But it’s okay.”

“Can I sit beside you?” She asks and actually starts to sit well before he can nod. “Do you know what your friends are having?”

“Uh, no,” he lies. Keeping their privacy. “We just hope it’s healthy.”

“Same… but Cassy— my co-worker, she’s having a girl,” she explains. “Sorry, uh, I’m Y/N,” she sticks her hand out to shake his and make his acquaintance.

“Aaron,” he smiles back. “Was your friend due today?”

She nods, “Yeah, actually she was. We didn’t expect her to go in today because this is her first, sometimes they take a little longer but then her contractions started getting really bad a few hours ago.”

“This is my friend's second,” he shares. Finding it easy to open up to her. She’s nice, she doesn’t have a threatening bone in her body. And her smile is beautiful. “She actually went early both times.”

“Wow, lucky,” she laughs. “I really hope if I have a baby one day that it’s easy and quick…”

“You don’t have any kids?”

She shakes her head. “No, I don't even have a boyfriend… sorry, you didn’t need to know that.”

“It’s okay,” he smiles. “I uh, I have a son. He just turned 6, and he’s with his mom this Christmas.”

“Do you guys go back and forth?”

He nods, “It’s easier on him this way.”

“I bet,” she nods along, staring off at the floor, awkwardly losing the conversation there.

They’re silent for a few minutes and then he looks around to see where the vending machines are. “Are you hungry?”

“A little… but I used my cash on the parking pass,” she shares, lips pressed together, she’s not going to ask for food and she looks like she doesn’t want him to offer either.

“I’ll be right back, save my seat for me?”

“Okay,” she gives him another smile and he feels like blushing. She’s so pretty…

He gets a coffee from one machine and a bunch of snacks from the other, including a bottle of water and if she wants his coffee, he’ll just go back and get a second. He brings back his haul and places them on the little coffee table in front of their chairs, “Merry Christmas.”

She laughs again, “You didn’t have to do this?”

“We’re going to be here for a while, might as well eat up,” he shrugs, he really doesn’t mind. “Did you want coffee?”

She shakes her head, “No, I’m okay but thank you.”

“Take whatever you want,” he points to his collection of things. “There’s chips, candy, chocolate… they also had some egg salad sandwiches in there, if you prefer one of them?”

“No, no, it’s okay,” she assures him. “Thank you, I’ll take some chips… but first, I’m going to see if a nurse has a remote for the TV, the news is so sad and boring lately.”

“Oh, thank you. I get enough of this stuff at work,” he sighs with a shake of his head.

She disappears then, over to the nurses station and comes back with a remote inside a plastic bag. “What do you want to watch?”

“Anything is fine with me,” he assures.

“Okay,” she starts to flip through the channels. “What do you do at work?”

“I’m… I’m an FBI agent,” he tells her the truth. Feeling safe enough with her to be honest.

“Oh wow,” she’s impressed. “So is that why you didn’t tell me about what your friend is having?”

“What?”

“I teach kids, I can tell when someone is lying to me,” she explains with a smile. “Your voice went up a bit, you looked away from me… you know what she’s having.”

“I do. We’ve seen a few cases of people trying to hurt us specifically, I’m always weary to talk about my kid, her kids, any kids really because it shows people we have weak spots.”

“I feel you… I have to watch 23 kids for 8 hours a day and keep them all safe while school shootings are on the rise,” she explains.

“We don’t deal with a lot of those… but I see kidnappings often. At least 1 a month. It’s terrifying not being able to be with my son all day every day, but knowing there are teachers like you out there means a lot,” he gives her a smile.

“I would do anything for my kids,” she nods, the most genuine smile on her face as she stares into his eyes. “And I’m glad there are people like you out there who would be able to get the guy who puts me in a position to do anything for them.”

“And I get them all,” he assures her.

“I’m sure you do,” she smirks. Liking how cocky he is. “Do you wear a uniform like cops do or?”

“I typically wear a suit… and when I’m in the field a bulletproof vest— no suit jacket though.”

“Ah,” she likes the sound of that, looking him up and down. “And does your son have a mother?”

“He does… she’s with someone else, they’re all together at their new house right now,” he explains. “Scott is actually asking her to marry him tomorrow— well, today technically.”

“How weird is that for you?”

“Not really weird, I like him. He’s nice,” Aaron shrugs. “And he’s good with my son so I’m glad he has another father figure who’s home more than I am.”

“Your son sounds very lucky,” she smiles. “You clearly love him so much.”

“I really do,” he smiles right back. Something about her makes him so happy, the way she compliments him how she looks at him and how easy it is to just talk to her. “Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

She shakes her head, “Nope… don’t know when I’ll be leaving here though and I do need some sleep.”

“Yeah, same,” he forgot how long labour takes. “What about on New Year's?”

“I’m free,” she assures, leaning more into his space. “Are you asking me out, agent?”

“I am,” he nods, staring down at her lips and then back to her eyes. “You’re so nice and pretty… I’d like to get to know you more.”

“I’d like to—

“Aaron,” a voice calls out. Emily’s voice. “We have another niece.”

He’s quick to pull away and stand up, “already?”

She nods, “JJ is good at what she does… who’s this?”

“Oh, hi,” she stands up and puts her hand out to his friend. “I’m Y/N.”

“Emily,” she smiles. “Nice to meet you…”

“my friend is also having a baby tonight,” she awkwardly smiles. “But go, go meet this little girl. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah,” he nods, “I’ll come back out and see you before I leave?”

“sounds good.”

Emily walks him down the hall and stops at the door, “only 2 people are allowed in there at a time… I can go keep your friend company?”

“Don’t… don’t be weird. I like her, she’s sweet,” he whispers. “I don’t get to meet nice, normal women often, let me have this.”

“You can have her, I’ll go to Penelope’s,” she teases and he swats her arm. “Hey, okay, go in. I’ll wait out here.”

—

Penelope is the next one to show up, Will and Aaron go out for some bad coffee, giving the girls some time to talk and Y/N’s nowhere to be seen out in the waiting room. Her friend must’ve had her baby… and he never had the chance to get her number.

Visiting hours start again in a little while, meaning that they’ll all be allowed in her room soon and maybe, just maybe, he can have a peak into the other rooms to see her?

Before he knows it, JJ goes for a nap, Penelope and Emily head out to get some food and Will sits beside his wife with his hand over hers. A nurse is coming in to take the baby for tests and monitoring and Will lets Aaron accompany her wherever she goes. She doesn’t have a name yet, she’s just baby girl LaMontagne and she’s the cutest.

He waits outside the glass windows, watching all the nurses attend to all the babies wrapped up in their blue and pink blankets. He’s staring at them with so much awe and happiness, he doesn’t notice someone coming up beside him until she’s bumping shoulders with him.

“hey there…”

“Hi,” he beams a smile at her. “Did she have the baby?”

She nods, “Yeah, she’s right there,” she points at the cot beside JJ’s daughter.

“My friend's is to the right of her,” he coos. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“She is,” Y/N swoons. “God, now I want one even more.”

“You’d be a good mom,” he whispers. “I can tell.”

“Cause you’re a good dad or a good agent?” She teases.

“A bit of both… Do you still want to go out sometime?”

“I would,” she can’t believe it. She looks up at him in awe, “do you want my number?”

“I would love your number,” he says as he pulls out his phone and hands it to her. “I don’t go back to work until the 3rd, intense cases permitting… so I was thinking maybe we could go to dinner? Maybe take a walk around and see the lights and fireworks at midnight?”

“I’d really like that,” she swoons as she hands his phone back to him. “Even if we just ordered in and watched TV, I’d have fun with you.”

“You know, out of all my times in waiting rooms, this has to be my favourite,” he teases. “I’m so glad I met you.”

“Me too… and if it all works out, we have two little girls to thank for this,” she points at the two babies side by side, peaceful as ever.

“That we do.”

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Arcade Love

It was a slow boring day there wasn’t really much to do so Jack decided to take you on a little arcade date.

He was a bit hesitant at first considering the last time you both went to a arcade you stopped talking to him for a week because you accused him of cheating at every single game.

“Are you sure coming here was a good idea? You remember what happened last time right?”

You joked as you both walked hand in hand into the Dave & Busters.

“Trust me I remember what happened baby my neck still hurts from sleeping on the couch.” He glared at you playfully while he went ahead and got a play card.

As Jack was paying for the card you ventured out to find a game that you wanted to play first. Your eyes immediately landed on the basketball hoops.

“Babe, what game do you wanna play firs-.” Jack stopped mid sentence when he saw you already waiting by the basketball hoops. “I guess we’re playing basketball first.” He mumbled and made his way over towards you.

“You sure about this babe? You know I do have experience with playing basketball.” He cockily stated. You rolled your eyes at him and took the play card and swiped it.

“Jack, you played basketball in a movie one time and now you think you’re so pro baller? Please we all know white men can’t jump in real life.” His mouth flew open in shock.

“Damn, so it’s like that? Alright let’s see what you got since you know everything. Winner doesn’t have clean for a week.” You scoffed.

“You don’t even clean now!” You defended.

“Whatever come on baby.” You both faced the baskets as the game started.

You made sure to concentrate and put all your energy into this silly little game, Jack glanced at you here and there and laughed as a bit of your tongue stuck out due to you concentrating but that’s when he quickly noticed the score difference.

You were three points ahead of him and before he knew it the buzzer buzzed which singled the game was now over.

“Looks like I was right, white men can’t jump after all.” He huffed.

“Whatever baby you know damn well I would’ve won if we were on the actual court, but what do you wanna do now?”

You glanced around the arcade trying to pick what you wanted to play next when a certain hello kitty plushie caught your eye.

“Jack, I want that.” You told him and his eyes followed your fingers to the hello kitty plushie you were talking about.

“You want that?” You pouted and nodded and looked at it with your eyes wide.

“You think you can win it for me?” You smiled sweetly at him.

In order to win the game he had to throw three baseball balls at a bunch of empty beer bottles, it seemed easy enough but when he actually started playing it he soon realized just how hard it was.

“You struggling buddy?” The tall blond haired man asked Jack with a playful smirk playing on his lips.

“No.” Jack huffed out. “It’s just the ball sucks is all.” The guy laughed.

“Sure blame it on the ball.”

Jack had to hit three red bottles but every time he’d throw the ball and was confident enough that’s he’d smash one of the bottles he would just end up hitting one of the regular clear bottles.

“You got it baby! I believe in you.” You cheered him on from the sidelines. Both of your hands formed a small little prayer as you bit your lip nervously.

Jack so badly wanted to get you the plushie whatever you wanted he made sure you got it no matter the price, but he knew he wasn’t going to win this game no time soon.

“Babe, can you do me a favor and get me some water please?” He kindly asked. “What? Right now? I think you’re about to win.” You urged him on.

“But I’m thirsty babe I just need a sip and I’m positive I’ll get it.”

You nodded and went ahead to go buy him a water, Jack made sure you were out of sight before pulling out his wallet.

“How much for the bear man?” The blonde haired man laughed. “Giving up already? What would your girl think.” Jack rolled his eyes.

“Just tell me how much it is before she comes back!” He spat.

“$50.” Jack’s eyes widened he knew the man was bluffing with the price but he didn’t have time to argue.

“Fine here.” He handed the man the money and the man handed him the hello kitty plushie, just in time because here you came with the water.

“I got your wat-.” You stopped talking when you noticed the hello kitty plushie in Jack’s arms.

“You won!! Oh thank you, thank you. I love you so much Jack.” You squealed as you took the bear from his arms and embraced her in your embrace.

“I can’t believe you won her! I love her so much.” You smiled wildly and walked towards another game. “Yeah he sure did win is alright.” The blonde haired man stated which caused Jack to glare at him.

“I sure did win it baby, you know I’d do anything for you my love.” He smiled.

Even though Jack knew he didn’t exactly win the right way, just seeing the smile and pure joy displayed all over your face was enough for him.

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allmoshnobrain · 10 months

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 07 of ? | masterpost

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I wondered if he knew he was the first one to touch me like this. I couldn't resist him. Apparently, he could tell — and he enjoyed it, the power he held over me.

✦ summary: As Cliff's birthday party approaches, Dave and Nore deepen their relationship and feel the sexual tension between them growing stronger and stronger.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female oc, oc is cliff's cousin, nsfw, +18, language, slice of life, mentions of sex, no smut but almost, drinking, smoking, fluff, cliff being cliff (overprotective older cousin), lars being lars (a little shit but in an endearing way), james being a good friend, dave and oc completely in love with each other

✦ a/n: hello! so today i will finish posting the parts that are already on ao3 (parts 7 and 8). later tonight i will release part 9 (which hasn't been posted anywhere yet). after that, i will resume the posting schedule, with new chapters coming every wednesday and sunday. hope you like it, feedback is welcome! ❤

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"Hey, Nore, how about a beach party?"

Cliff's question caught me off guard. I was chilling on the couch, reading a book he had loaned me. It had been a few weeks after I moved in, and after the usual moving tensions, I was starting to feel like I fit in like I’d never felt at home.

"When?"

"For my birthday, this weekend. Joe's folks have a sick beach house, and he's down to let us have the bash there. You coming?"

I grinned.

"Hell yeah, count me in. Wouldn't miss your birthday."

"Awesome. I'll give Lars the heads up and hit up Leanne," he flashed a smile.

"Have you told James and Dave?" I asked, and he shook his head. "I'll give 'em a heads up then."

"Sounds good. But grab me a beer on your way back."

I jumped up, leaving the book on the couch as I headed to the hallway. I breezed through the kitchen and snagged a beer can from the fridge before heading upstairs to Dave's room. I stopped at the door, catching sight of Dave chilling on the bed without a shirt, strumming his guitar, while James kicked back in a chair with a beer in hand. I admired the scene for a moment; when they weren't at each other's throats, those two actually got along pretty well.

"You should, man," James was saying when I arrived. "For real."

"Hey," I said, and they looked at me. Dave flashed a smile and got up.

“Hey, Nore," he said. "Wanna come in?"

"Oh, I didn't want to barge in. I just came to tell you that Cliff said he's having his birthday party at Joe’s this weekend."

"Damn, party at Joe’s! I'm in," James grinned. Dave glanced at him, and they seemed to reach a silent agreement. I watched, curious, as James quickly got up to leave. "I'll give Lars the heads up. Catch ya later, Nore."

"Uh, bye," I said, confused.

He checked out the clothes by the foot of the bed, grabbed a Sex Pistols t-shirt and quickly put it on, running a hand through his hair to fix it. He smiled. "Is that beer for me?"

"Well, it was Cliff's actually, but I'll get him another when I'm back. You can have it," I handed him the beer. He held my wrist, pulling me onto his lap, making me blush.

"So, you going?" he asked.

"Where?"

"Cliff's party."

"Oh, yeah. Are you?"

"Like I'd miss the chance to see my girlfriend rockin' a bikini," he said, flashing a smile and gently brushing my lower lip with his thumb. I blinked, confused, feeling my heart skip a beat.

"Your... girlfriend?" I whispered, puzzled. He let out a soft laugh, and I realized he was a bit flustered. That was definitely new, I thought. He was always so confident, even bordering on cocky. I hadn't seen this side of him before.

"You know, I was just talking to James. I know we said we'd take it slow... with all this stuff happening between us. But he thought it was a good idea, so..." He held my chin in his hand, making me look into his eyes. "I really like you. I think we should be together for real."

I blinked, my heart racing and a sense of happiness welling up in the pit of my stomach.

"You mean..."

"I want you to be my girlfriend, Nore," he said, then glanced away with a sheepish smile. "Of course, if you don’t want to..."

"Dave," I cut him off, placing my hand on his cheek. He always seemed to think that I wouldn't want to be with him, but how could I not? He made me feel accepted. He made me feel safe. He made me feel loved in a way I had rarely felt before. I felt my heart flutter as I answered him, "Of course, I want to."

He didn't say a word, just pulled me close into his lap, his lips meeting mine as he held me tightly in his arms. All I wanted was for him to devour every inch of me. Even in that moment, I could feel the electricity in the air that sparked when we touched, as if we couldn't bear to be apart for too long.

If that was love, then we were way past the point of no return.

There was no turning back.

And I didn't want there to be.

I wasn't sure whether we should tell Cliff and the others about our relationship. I was certain that Cliff would give me a hard time about it one way or another, but Dave convinced me:

"Hey, I'm not going to hide that you're my girlfriend. If we're going to be together for real, I want everyone to know."

Of course, after hearing that, I couldn't deny him anything.

"Come on," he said, taking my hand in his. I smiled as our fingers intertwined. "Let's find Cliff."

We didn't even have to go far. I jumped back in surprise when I opened the door and came face to face with a grinning Lars.

"Lars, what the hell is this?" I yelled. Taking a closer look, I saw Cliff and James leaning against the hallway wall, Cliff looking bored and James barely holding back his laughter.

"So, are you two a thing or what?" Lars asked.

"We're what?"

"Dating! Are you his girlfriend now or not?"

"Oh," I felt my face heat up. "We... Yeah. I am."

"Ha! I knew it!" Lars celebrated. James chuckled, and Cliff rolled his eyes.

"Wait. How did you know? And what are you three doing here?" Dave asked, furrowing his brow. "Were you spying on us or something?"

"I just told them you wanted some alone time with Nore," James explained himself. "The rest Lars figured out on his own, and he dragged us here to confirm."

"You sneaky bastard, Lars," I said, smiling in disbelief. "Unbelievable."

"Hey, I ain't to blame if you two are the most obvious couple in California," he answered, making everyone laugh. Dave wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close and planting a gentle kiss on my forehead, and I smiled as his embrace surrounded me.

A month ago, I could hardly imagine feeling so alive like this. Yet, here I was, living with my cousin, dating the guy I liked, and having new friends who truly cared about me.

I couldn't be happier.

The weekend of Cliff's party started off sunny, although a bit chilly, which got me excited. I woke up early and packed my swimsuit and everything I needed in a bag, then loaded it all into the borrowed van. James was loading the van with crates of beer when I arrived.

"Hey, are we good to go?" he asked.

"Not yet," I answered. "Lars and Dave are still asleep. Cliff left. I think he went to pick up Leanne."

"Yeah, he did. Just talked to me a sec ago before he split. But you know those two, they'll be running late 'cause they're busy fucking again," he chuckled. I laughed, feeling a bit awkward. "Hey, mind lending' a hand with this stuff?" he asked. I nodded and started helping him load up the van.

We were quietly working for a bit until he asked, "So, how's it going with, uh, you and him?"

"Him?" I questioned.

"Yeah, Dave," he clarified.

"Oh," I blushed, "It's going well."

He chuckled. I gave him a curious look.

"You blush so easily," he shrugged.

"It's not on purpose, I swear."

"Nah, but it's cute," he smiled, "Just don't tell Dave I said that. He might throw a punch at me... again. Looks like you're surrounded by some jealous dudes, huh?"

"That's not on purpose either," I chuckled, awkwardly.

I handed him the last crate of beers, and he placed it in the back of the van.

"I'll go fetch Lars. You should wake up Dave… Before Cliff shows up," he said, grinning.

I headed inside the house, quickly climbed the stairs, and hesitated at the door of Dave's room. I turned the knob and let out a soft giggle at how he was sprawled out asleep on the bed. I shut the door before stepping in and perched on the edge of the bed, giving his arm a gentle shake.

“Dave...?” I whispered. He turned in bed, opening his eyes amidst a mess of ginger hair, and smiled when he saw me.

"Hey," he said, taking my hand and kissing it, making me smile.

"Good morning."

"Come here," he said, shifting in bed, making room for me. I lay down beside him, and he pulled me into his arms. I nuzzled his chest, feeling comfortable in the warmth of the bed and his body. He kissed my forehead and breathed, "You're adorable, you know that?"

I blushed, wondering why he was being so affectionate. Maybe he was just sleepy, but it didn't matter — I loved it when he praised me.

He held me with one hand on my waist, pulling me close effortlessly as he buried his face in my neck, using his other hand to lift my leg and place it around his hip. I shivered as he kissed the base of my neck and then my collarbone.

"Cliff left, didn't he?" he whispered, his lips against my skin.

"Yes," I whispered back, my heart racing.

"So no one's going to bother us now?" I could feel his smile against my neck.

"I hope not," I said, softly.

He held me firmly, turning me in bed as if I weighed nothing, and rose, kneeling with his legs around my hips as he took off his shirt. I stared at him, his dark eyes in the dimness of the room, his hair a mess of curls; I could see in his gaze that he wanted to devour me right there.

I was completely surrendered to him.

He held my brown hair firmly in one hand, his lips meeting mine in a kiss as his tongue eagerly invaded my mouth, his other hand holding my hip vigorously as he pressed his hips against mine. I moaned in his kiss when I felt his erection against me, my heart racing as my whole body shivered. I wondered if he knew he was the first one to touch me like this. I couldn't resist him. Apparently, he could tell — and he enjoyed it, the power he held over me.

Dave moves his hips slowly against mine while his kisses trailed off to my neck again. I raised my legs, placing them around his waist and bringing him closer to me while his hand cupped my face softly. He lightly bit my neck as I held onto his arms, my nails digging into his skin as my breath quickened.

"Dave..." I whispered. He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes and smiling sweetly. I felt my face flush as he caressed my lower lip with his thumb, his brown eyes getting lost in my blue ones. In that moment, all I wanted was to stay in his arms forever.

Of course, that's when we heard someone knocking on the door.

We froze, waiting. After a few seconds, the knocking repeated, followed by Cliff's voice.

"Hey, you guys ready? We're already heading out."

"Fuck," Dave growled, getting up and forcefully swinging open the door, revealing Cliff leaning against the frame in a relaxed position, holding a lit joint in his hand. "Damn it, Cliff! Why did you have to butt in now?"

"Oh, did I disturb something?" he asked, smirking with irony.

"Yeah, you did. Everyone has to wait when you go to Leanne's place, but now you're busting in on us? Come on, man!"

"Well, at least I don't make everyone late," Cliff answered, coldly. "Get dressed or I'll leave you behind. Hurry up, Nore."

I quickly got up and left the room, blushing as my eyes met Cliff's. He seemed to be enjoying my embarrassment, but I didn't say a word to him. I walked outside and got into the van, sitting next to Leanne with an annoyed sigh.

“Rough morning?” she asked with a smile.

"Thanks to Cliff, that moron," I grumbled. She let out a little chuckle.

"He cares about you, you know?"

"A bit too much."

"Well, it's nice to have someone who looks out for you like that, isn't it?" she smiled. "So, what did he do this time, anyway?"

“Ruined the moment, like always.” I grumbled, feeling my face heat up. She laughed.

"You and Dave were...?"

"No!" I blurted out, then buried my face in my hands, embarrassed.

"Okay, maybe... almost," I confessed.

"Hey, think about it this way. At least you dodged the whole pregnancy scare thing, right?"

I arched an eyebrow. Honestly, that hadn't even crossed my mind.

"Guess I should be thankful then," I mumbled, and she let out a soft chuckle.

James and Lars popped out of the house and hopped into the van. James took the driver's seat while Lars settled in the one right in front of us.

"Morning, ladies," Lars greeted with a smirk. He glanced at me and snickered. "You know you've got a hickey on your neck, right?"

I blushed, instinctively covering my neck with my hand but stayed silent.

Soon, Dave and Cliff showed up. Dave plopped down next to me, while Cliff squeezed in beside Lars, arms crossed. The atmosphere became slightly tense. Dave wrapped his arms around my shoulders as the two of them locked eyes in a tense stare-down.

I sighed. This trip was gonna be one hell of a ride.

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year

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The Penthouse of Your Heart

All they wanted was a weekend away just the two of them, but as always life wasn't quite as simple as that.

-x-

A birthday fic for my bestie @aubreyprc . Thanks for always making me laugh, leading me astray and loving Taylor Swift just as much (if not more) than I do. I will forever be your 'mum friend' and pull you back from doing something a little too insane.

Excited to get drunk with you at New Year xo

-x-

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: None!

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“You almost ready to go, Em?”

Emily turns to look at her boyfriend, smiling at the sight of him in the doorway to his bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. He looked exceptionally handsome in his polo shirt and jeans, the rare sight of him in causal wear never failing to make her heart beat a little faster.

“Almost,” she replies, haphazardly folding one of her dresses that now lived in his closet before going to place it in her bag, “It’s only a four hour drive, honey. We’ll be ok.”

“Yes,” he says, walking across the room and taking the dress from her before folding it correctly and putting it in her bag for her, “But as soon as we hit Manhattan you know we’ll be stuck in traffic.” He raises an eyebrow at her as he puts his hand out for the blouse she was now holding, and she sighs as she hands it over, watching as he folds it and packs it for her. “Can’t believe I fell in love with a woman who can’t fold clothes.”

“Why would I need to when I have you to do it for me?” She asks, kissing his cheek and pulling away to zip up her bag. “At least you got here after I packed all the lingerie, I wanted that to be a surprise.”

Emily feels a sense of accomplishment as he swallows thickly, his hands on her hips as he pulls her into his embrace, her arms automatically looping around his neck.

“All of the lingerie?” He asks, and she smiles, biting at her lower lip as she hums in response. “How much are we talking?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” she snuggles into him, sighing contentedly as he wraps his arms tighter around her as her head rests on his chest, “I can’t believe the team didn’t say anything about the fact we both have the same weekend off.”

Aaron runs a hand up and down her back, “Dave seemed suspicious, but kept his thoughts to himself for once,” he kisses her forehead, “Of course, when they find out we’re together he’ll claim he’s known the whole time.”

It had been almost a year since their friendship had become more. A desperate first kiss inside her hotel room after too close a call with an unsub was the first step they took, and they had walked hand in hand ever since. Their friendship deepened after he made her promise to tell him when she was having bad days, and she kept that promise. So, after they became a couple the team didn’t seem to notice that they were spending a lot of time together and that Jack was incredibly comfortable around Emily.

Keeping it a secret had been practical at first, whilst they found their footing together, but as time went on they realised they enjoyed having something to themselves, a rarity in both of their lives. Jack and Jessica knew, as did Elizabeth, but the team did not. They both knew it was only a matter of time until they had to tell them. They couldn’t advance with their discussions of living together, even though she practically lived at his apartment anyway, or marriage until their friends knew about them.

Emily in particular was worried, aware that secrets had almost torn them apart in the past, but she also didn’t regret anything. The 11 months she’d had solidifying her relationship with the man she loves without outside interference was not something she could ever feel guilty about

“What did you tell them you’re doing again?” Emily asks, leaning back but keeping her arms around his neck, her fingers trailing through the short hair at the back of his head.

“That I’m taking Jack away for the weekend,” he replies, his hands on her hips as he pulls her closer.

She nods, smiling up at him, “I settled on telling them that I was spending the time with my mother.”

“What, no ‘sin to win’ weekend this time?” He asks, his eyebrow raised.

She laughs as she shakes her head, “No, this creates much fewer follow-up questions,” her smile widens, “And it means everyone gives me a wide berth for a couple of days because they think I’ll be in a bad mood.”

Aaron shakes his head at her, leaning in to stamp a quick kiss against her lips, “Hopefully I can make sure you’re in a good mood.” She hums, a teasing sparkle in her eye as she kisses him.

“Maybe, we’ll see if you’re up to it.” He narrows his eyes, all but growling as he pulls her impossibly closer, kissing her again with more force this time, leaving her breathless when he pulls away, “I might be in a great mood on Monday at this rate,” he kisses her again. She chuckles, her hand shifting to idly play with the collar of his polo shirt, “Excellent even.”

Aaron smiles at her, the dimples carved out in his cheeks in a way that always makes her stomach swoop.

“Come on sweetheart,” he says, reaching for her hand and squeezing it, “We should get going.”

___

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to let me at least pay half?” Emily asks, turning to look from the view of Central Park to her boyfriend, her arm wrapping around his waist as he joins her by the window, “I know this place is expensive.”

Aaron smiles at her, shaking his head as he does so. It was a conversation they’d had multiple times since they’d decided to come to New York together for a weekend away. He wanted to treat her, to spoil her even though she didn’t need it. So much of their time was dedicated to doing things for other people, that he wanted to make sure they had this. Some rare time just the two of them, something they could look back on and hold on to when real life got in the way. He leans down and kisses her, his arms snaking around her back, pulling her closer.

“Consider it an early anniversary present,” he murmurs against her lips, kissing her again, “Don’t worry about the money, Em. I wanted to do this.”

She playfully narrows her eyes at him and makes a mental note to try again later, knowing she could convince him of just about anything when she was naked, or about to be naked, but for now, she lets it go. She leans into his side, her head against his shoulder.

“Don’t think even for a second this gets out of you getting me a real gift next month when it’s actually our anniversary,” she jokes, trying to move away from him as he briefly tickles her, his fingers teasingly digging into her ribs.

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” he replies, thinking of the jewellery he’d already bought her, the necklace from Tiffany’s that he’d purchased instead of the ring he’d had his eye on, talking himself out of it at the last minute. People had to know about them before he proposed, he knew that, and they’d have to have the conversation with their friends, their defacto family, that they’d been avoiding for almost a year now. “I wouldn’t dare.”

She hums as she tilts her head to kiss his jaw, her lips against the rough of the stubble that had just started to form. She’d asked him to leave his razor at home for the weekend having persuaded him to let his beard grow out for the couple of days that they were away.

“What do you want to do first?” She asks, smiling at him, “There's a nice Italian just a block or so from here.”

He chuckles, “Of course you know that.”

She raises an eyebrow at him, a smirk forming across her face. “Honey, I’m the daughter of a US Ambassador, it can’t surprise you that I’ve stayed at the Ritz-Carlton before.”

His response is cut off by a knock at the door, and they both furrow their brows as they look towards it and then back at each other.

“Did you order room service?” He asks, and she shakes her head in response. Aaron disentangles himself from her and walks towards the door across their suite. He looks through the peephole and sees the man from the desk who had checked them in just a couple of hours previously. He opens the door, and watches as the other man swallow thickly, his name badge displaying his name as Tony, and Aaron meets his eyes. “Can I help you?”

“Sorry to disturb you, Agent Hotchner,” Tony says, clearing his throat, looking past him to see Emily walking over too, standing just behind Aaron, “It’s just…we saw on your credentials when you checked in that you work for the FBI?” Aaron furrows his brows, “Yes,” he replies, standing aside slightly so Emily is more involved in the conversation, “We both are.”

Tony nods, “Great,” he says, nodding slightly, “Good. We need your help with something.”

“We’re on vaca-”

Emily puts her hand on Aaron’s arm and squeezes slightly, cutting off what she was sure would be a tirade of some sort. “What do you need our help with?”

Tony clears his throat again, letting them both know he was nervous, something that just seemed to be part of his disposition.

“We found a body in one of the rooms, we think the guy has been murdered.”

___

“The Ritz-Carlton? That’s a bit fancy for a father/son weekend away in the city isn’t it Hotch?”

Aaron sighs at Derek’s words, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to hide his frustration, his plans of a peaceful weekend with the woman he loved disappearing through his fingers like sand.

“I just thought I’d treat him,” he replies, hoping it puts an end to that part of the conversation, “The guy from the desk, Tony, said that the guy who was checked into the room where the victim was found is from DC, so can you and one of the others just go check out his place, I’ve asked Tony to send Garcia the details.”

“Of course,” Derek replies, “Why have you got involved in this?”

Aaron chuckles under his breath, asking himself the same question, “Apparently they want to keep this as quiet as they can to keep the hotel’s reputation upstanding,” he says, and Derek laughs down the phone, “The New York field office are doing everything here, and they’ve asked that we do the DC side of things.”

“No problem, boss,” Derek says, “Want us to call Prentiss? Get her involved?”

Aaron looks up at that exact moment, the sound of the bathroom door opening drawing his attention away from the call. He’s briefly speechless at the sight of his girlfriend in just her underwear, her hair and make-up ready for the dinner they were on their way to, as she does up one of her earrings. She winks at him, a sly smile on her face that lets him know she knew exactly what she was doing. She walks across the room to the closet where she’d hung up some of her clothes, and his eyes follow her.

“Hotch?”

Aaron clears his throat, remembering he was on the phone as quickly as he had forgotten.

“No, no need to bother Prentiss,” he replies, his finger to his lips to keep his girlfriend quiet as her eyes narrow at the mention of her name, and he smiles at her.

“You sure? She’d jump at the chance to get out of spending time with her mother.”

“I’m sure, she told me she was looking forward to it.”

Emily flips him off from across the room, making his smile get wider as he half-listens to Derek.

“Ok, as long as you’re sure,” Derek replies, “You go have fun with Jack, we’ve got it from here.”

“Thanks, Morgan.”

Aaron hangs up the phone and slips it into his jacket pocket, straightening the collar of it and his shirt. “Are you sure I don’t need a tie?”

Emily rolls her eyes at him as she tugs her dress down over her underwear, turning silently to indicate that she wanted him to up the zip for her. He closes the distance between them and does just that, gently pushing her hair out of the way.

“Yes, Aaron, I’m sure you don’t need a tie,” she turns to face him when he’s zipped up her dress, her arms looping around his neck. She looks him up and down, biting her lower lip as her eyes meet his, “You look very handsome.”

He smiles at her, his hands finding their way to her lower back, the dip there that he swore was made for him.

“And you look gorgeous,” he replies, kissing her, “Although, I did also enjoy the view before you put the dress on.”

“Well,” she says, kissing him again before moving away, grabbing her purse from the table she’d left it on, “You’ll get another chance to see that after I’ve eaten.”

Aaron nods and leads her out of their suite and towards the elevators, it’s only when they are standing there waiting, her arm linked through one of his, that she speaks again.

“Aaron?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“If I really was with my mother, you’d call me to rescue me, right?”

Aaron laughs, and turns his head to kiss her temple, “In a heartbeat,” he replies, leading her into the elevator as the doors open, “You’d be the first person I’d call.”

___

Emily isn’t sure what’s woken her up at first. She groans slightly as she burrows further into the comfortable bed, the mattress she wishes they could take home with them enough to make her almost drift back to sleep, and then she realises she’s alone.

She’d fallen asleep wrapped up in Aaron’s arms, sated and pressed up against him, their clothes spread out across the room in a way she knew she’d have to pick up in the morning so she could look at the housekeeper in the eye. She reaches over to his side of the bed and feels the sheets are cool, indicating he’d been gone a little while, and she realises that was what had awoken her.

They rarely spent a night apart these days, even sneaking into each other's rooms on cases, their initial rule of never doing that lasting not even the first case they’d worked together as a couple almost a year ago. She knew they lived together in everything except name, she spent most of her time at his place, a lot of her clothes were there, her favourite ornaments making their way over too. Spread in amongst the things that belonged to the Hotchners, their lives blending together.

They’d discussed it, knowing they couldn’t officially take that step until they stopped hiding their relationship. Not just from the practical side of things, she was highly aware Penelope would spot the official change of address form seconds after she submitted it, but in every other way too. She knew this phase of their relationship, the secret, the clandestine nature of it, was drawing to a close, and she was excited. She wanted to talk to her friends about the man she loves and wanted to move forward with him.

She just had to get past the fear of their reaction. She knew some of it was her and Aaron’s fault, that the length of time they had kept their relationship a secret would add to the sting for the team, but she didn’t regret it.

She imagined it would be like ripping off a bandaid, short but sharp indignation from the people they loved.

Emily stretches as she sits up, the chill of the room making her shiver as the sheet falls from her chest, exposing her naked skin. She stands and pulls on Aaron’s shirt, seeking him out, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep wrapped up in him again.

She finds him easily, in the living room section of the suite. He was sitting in an armchair that he’d turned to look out over the park and the city, wearing his pyjamas he must have pulled on in the dark to not disturb her, given away by the fact his t-shirt was inside out. He turns to look at her as he hears the door from the bedroom opening, and he smiles at her.

“Sorry,” he says softly, turning to look back out the window, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s ok,” she replies, her words partially lost to a yawn as she walks across the room, her footsteps quiet against the soft carpet, “What time is it?”

“2 am,” he says looking at his watch. He shifts in the armchair to make room for her as she climbs into his lap, curled up with her side pressed into his chest, her leg over the arm of the chair. He wraps one arm around her to steady her, and his other hand rests on her thigh. She rests her head on his shoulder and he turns his head to breathe her in, his eyes closed as he smells her hair, the scent of her shampoo always enough to calm him. “I’m ok.”

She smiles, looking up at him, “I didn’t say anything.”

He cups her cheek, holding her in place as he kisses her forehead, “You didn’t have to.”

It was something they both treasured, that they knew each other so well. So intimately. They were able to have conversations without saying anything at all. They knew when to push and when to let the other work things through.

She turns her head to kiss the palm of his hand, “Want to talk about it?”

Aaron smiles, turning to look back out at the view, the lights of the city reflected in his eyes, “I didn’t even hesitate.”

She creases her brows, unsure what he was talking about, “What do you mean?”

“Earlier on,” he says, clearing his throat, “Once we had the field office and the team involved I didn’t hesitate to just carry on with our plans,” he explains, his lips pressed together as he looks at her, “I just wanted to spend time with you. I didn’t even consider offering to help.”

She sighs as it clicks in her mind, “Aaron-”

“I just…I feel bad sometimes. That I can do this for you, that I didn’t even think about it, but I couldn’t for Haley. When we were together…I probably would have ordered her room service and worked the case until it was done.”

“Honey,” she says gently, cupping his cheek to make him look at her, smiling when he squeezes her thigh in response, “Things are different now, hell I would have probably worked it too a few years ago. But we’ve both learnt from what we’ve gone through. There’s a time to work, and there’s a time to let others do it.”

He laughs humourlessly, “It’s a lesson I learnt too late to do right by Haley.”

“Hey, no,” she says firmly, her soft smile slipping from her face, “I won’t let you speak about yourself like that. You’re raising her son in the way she wanted, you’re doing everything she asked and more. You’ve done right by her, Aaron. And I’ll fight anyone who tries to say anything different.”

He smiles at her, “Even me?”

“Especially you.”

Aaron nods, resting his forehead against hers, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replies, “now, let's go back to bed, it’s fucking freezing out here.”

___

Dave and Derek exchange an exasperated look over the phone on the desk, both of them sighing as Tony, the desk clerk from the hotel, nervously lost track of his train of thought once again.

“We just need confirmation of the last time you saw the suspect,” Dave says, with more patience than Derek was currently capable of. They had the guy in custody, the weapon had still been in the trunk of his car, but they just wanted as much detail as possible before they interviewed him

“Right, um, It was about 5 pm I think, he wasn’t due to check out for another couple of days.”

“Are you sure?” Derek asks, closing his eyes and shaking his head as there is silence again.

“Yes,” Tony says, “I’m sure. I told Agent Hotchner all of this anyway, and his girlfriend.”

“Well, Agent Hotchner isn’t working….” Derek drifts off looking at Dave who just sat up straighter in his chair, his interest finally piqued.

“Did you say, girlfriend?” Dave asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, he had his girlfriend with him.”

Dave and Derek look at each other again, wry smiles spreading across both of their faces, “What did she look like?”

“Oh she was beautiful,” Tony says, the most confident he’d sounded throughout their entire conversation, “Tall, brunette. I think she said she was an agent too.”

Derek feels like the air has been sucked out of the room, and he sees the shock on Dave’s face too, both of them clearly thinking the same thing.

“What was her name, Tony?” Derek asks, “Do you remember?”

“Oh god, it was…Agent Prince, I think?” He says, sounding unsure, “No wait, Agent Printis?”

Dave smirks at Derek over the phone, “Agent Prentiss?”

“Yes!” Tony exclaims, “That was it. Agent Prentiss.”

The room falls into brief silence as Dave and Derek stare at each other.

“Son of a bitch.”

___

Sunday afternoon comes around far too quickly, and Emily sighs as she waits for Aaron to finish checking out.

He smiles at her, his arm around her waist as they wait at the desk, “You ok, sweetheart?”

She hums in response, leaning into his side, “Just thinking about how much I hate flying commercial.”

Aaron kisses her, putting everything into it he knows she wouldn’t say. This weekend had been needed by them both, a chance to recharge before they returned to their often very chaotic lives.

“We’ll do something again soon,” he says and she raises an eyebrow at him, both of them very aware that wasn’t true, that they’d likely be another year down the line before they got uninterrupted time like this, “Well…we’ll try.”

Emily chuckles and nods, “Maybe next time we’ll bring Jack along, I missed him.”

He’s always surprised by how she’s always able to make him fall even more in love with her. Her love for his son was one of the many things that constantly blew him away.

“That would be nice, if you’re happy to go to DisneyWorld, he’s insistent on going at some point.”

Emily grimaces slightly but smiles at him, “Well, he’s the only person on the planet who I’d endure that for.”

Any further conversation is cut off by Tony’s appearance, “Ready to check out Agent Hotchner?”

“Yes please,” he says, handing over the key.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed your stay, and thank you again for your help. And your discretion.” Aaron nods in response, “Of course.”

“I spoke to a couple of members of your team actually,” Tony says mindlessly as he types on the keyboard in front of him, “They were very nice.”

Emily and Aaron exchange a slightly nervous sideways glance, not having considered Tony speaking to the team. Derek had texted Aaron to let him know the case was resolved and they’d thought about it very little beyond that.

“Glad to hear it,” Aaron replies smiling tightly at the other man.

“They were surprised to know you were here with someone,” Tony says, smiling back at them, “I didn’t realise you worked with the team too Agent Prentiss.”

Aaron and Emily look at each other, both of their hearts dropping into their stomachs.

“Shit.”

___

“We should just run away.”

Aaron sighs and reaches out for his girlfriend's hand, briefly squeezing it as the elevator ascends to the BAU’s floor, “Em-”

“Just take Jack. Jessica too, if she wants to come. Change our names, fake our deaths,” She rambles, her uncharacteristic nerves on full display whilst it was still just the two of them, “I’ve done it before.”

“Em,” he says more firmly this time, gaining her attention, “It will be fine, ok?” She looks disbelievingly at him, and he sighs again, “They might be annoyed at first, but they’ll get over it, ok?” And I’ll be here.”

She groans but nods as the elevator doors open, and she drops his hand. As they step out onto the floor Penelope greets them, a smirk on her face Emily was sure would be visible from out of space.

“Peaches, Bossman,” she says, her delight clear as she looks back and forth between the two of them, “You’re needed in the conference room.”

Emily presses her tongue into her cheek and clears her throat, “Can we get a coffee first?”

Penelope shakes her head, “Afraid not, it’s pretty urgent.”

She walks away without further comment, and Emily and Aaron exchange a quick look before they follow her.

Neither of them is surprised to find the entire team sitting around the conference room, their expressions ranging from amused to confused, with a little bit of irritation thrown into the mix. Aaron closes the door behind them and indicates towards a chair for Emily to sit down, sitting in the one next to her once she has done so.

“Let's get this over with,” Aaron says, in full Hotch mode, making Emily smile, “I’m sure you have questions-”

“Damn right we have questions.”

“How could you keep this from us?”

“I knew it.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Why was it a secret?”

Aaron holds his hand up as they all speak up at once, their questions all overlapping, the room immediately falling into silence again.

“I know it must have been a shock,” Aaron says, “And that certainly isn’t how we wanted you to find out, but yes, Emily and I are together.”

Emily feels him place his hand on her thigh under the table and she smiles at him before looking at the rest of the team.

“I’m sorry we kept it from you,” she says, specifically looking at JJ and Penelope, not missing the hurt she could see on their faces.

“How long have you been together?” JJ asks, and Emily opens her mouth to answer but is cut off by Dave, a smug look on his face.

“I’d say about…4 months,” Dave says, looking pleased with himself, “I saw them together on a weekend with Jack, and they seemed, in retrospect closer than usual.”

Emily narrows her eyes at the older man, “You think you know everything, Rossi.”

“I do know everything, and I can’t say I was surprised by what Tony said.”

Derek rolls his eyes at the same time Emily does, well aware that he had been as shocked as he had.

Emily places her hand over Aaron’s on her leg and links their fingers, the slight squeeze he gives her all the permission she needs.

“Shut the fuck up, Dave,” she says, peeling some laughter out of her friends, “We’ve been together for almost a year.”

The room falls into silence, the team’s expressions becoming serious again, and Emily braces herself for another round of questioning.

“What?”

-x-

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whump-town · 2 years

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"100"

I've got writer's block so fucking bad but I think it might be ok now. The point is, I'm writing about something so not at all "100" relevant but went on a tangent so here is my tangent

it is about "100" though so... but it's a measly 900 words.

Emily stands at the edge of the room with Derek, watching Hotch slide his bloody, ruined hand along the wall as he walks. Mumbling to himself the insanities of a madman, hardly coherent, but unable to be placated until he can find Jack. JJ tries to talk to him, her hand on his back rubbing along his stiff spine as she fails to get a real response from him. It feels safer not knowing where Jack is yet but as shouts for him go unanswered, Emily fears what they’ll find. She can’t know, she doesn’t want to know, so she stays behind with Derek. Seeing through the same mission as him.

If she were a better person, she might feel horor or even terror at the sight of Foyet’s dead body laying in the dining room. But she doesn’t care. She feels relief when the EMTs call down for a body bag instead of a stretcher. Derek says nothing, their complete silence conveying the need to see the same mission through. They needed to see for themselves that George Foyet is dead, that he would never hurt anyone else they love again. And if life suddenly came back into his lung, if his heart found a weak, fluttering beat, Emily and Derek would be right there.

Never again.

Derek goes with the body, his mission not done until Foyet is as far from them as he could possibly be.

The house was silent, no one talking as they all went about their individual jobs. A silent house full of soft noises, hushed voices breaking through the chorus of movement. It all comes back to a whisper, the sounds of coming and going halting as Hotch appears at the top of the steps. His hand slips from the railing as his vacant eyes look to the hole in the wall at the bottom of the first landing.

Emily looks at it too, proof of collision. She hopes it was Foyet’s head that made that dent but the bruise darkening along Hotch’s temple tells her all it needs to.

“Jacks’ outside,” Dave encourages, his voice soft. Emily hadn’t seen JJ carry him out but the blonde had been quick, keeping Jack’s head tucked close to her body so he wouldn’t see the trials of blood left behind by his parents’. Dave moves slowly, careful to touch and speak only when predictable. “Just a few more stairs,” Dave places Hotch’s hand back on the railing. He’s trying to be gentle but he wants to get the fuck out of this house. Away from the memories pressing down on him of the prodigy he’d stolen from these walls, the bright young man Dave had seen nothing but potential in. The man he’d sworn to Haley he’d protect, as if he were my own. “Just a little more, Aaron.”

As he gets closer, Emily can hear the gruff, ragged breathing of a dying thing breaking through the air. The sound of rattling last breathes, leaving Hotch’s bloody mouth. She watches blood pool at the base of his nose, falling slowly in one fat drop to slide into the blood on his lips.

Hotch keeps moving, one foot forward but the motions are unfamiliar, the muscle memory beaten from his brain like he’s forgotten how. Not fluid motion, not the ease that comes from something nearly instinctual.

He staggers when he steps into the light, raising a tight, swollen hand up to his eyes against the sun. A hand holds onto the back of his arm, trying to steady him as Hotch sways with the breeze of his body. It’s all shutting down, he can feel it. Little zaps hit him, jerks parts of him forward as his body fights will all it’s might to keep him from slipping into shock. He can feel it as he stands on the edge of the front porch, the bright light of the sun burning red against his closed eyelids, but it’s warmth cannot touch him. He’s never had much of a tolerance for the cold.

“Hotch!” an arm wraps around his hips, catches his collapsing body as his knees give a woobly shake beneath him. “Hotch!” Emily, he doesn’t know it’s her, but it is. She shouts for him again, falling down as the weight of his body pulls her down with him. It’s all the she can do to pull at him and keep his head from meeting the ground, his knee landing on her thigh but his head saved by her hand. She’s up as quickly as she can, ignoring the depth of the pain in her leg as she pushes herself up and over him. “Hey, hey!” Emily shakes his shoulders, pats his colorless face without an answer. “We need medical attention over here!”

It’s so hard to feel alive. Breathing requires no thought, it’s an unconscious action. A beating heart and breathing lungs don’t make a thing alive. It’s got to be something else but Hotch isn’t sure what the other things is. What is it that makes us alive? What separates the living from the dead?

A wandering hand settles over his cold skin, searching for a pulse Hotch isn’t sure he has. Is a thing alive if no one loves it? Even if it breathes and thinks? Is that alive?

It’s hard to feel alive.

He’s not certain he is.

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speakfreely000 · 2 years

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Today's Topic: Accepting Failure

Today's topic is one that I've had a hard time grasping. I am a perfectionist at times, and I can't even fathom failing. But that's a lie. I have failed in my recovery many many times before and had no issue with it, it didn't break me. Only the last few times, that failure really hit. Which, in turn, helped me to be sober again because I hate feeling shitty and feeling like I not only failed myself but the others who love and care for me so much.

Accepting failure and learning how to accept "No", is something that a lot of us struggle with. What I have as experience in relation to this topic comes from my drug use. And what I had to keep accepting was that every time I picked up, I was failing. I was failing myself, my loved ones, my unborn children, and people who are looking up to me. When you not only just think about yourself, you realize how much and who you are hurting. In the "Serenity Prayer" it says, "Help me to accept the things I cannot change." There's just some things you cannot change; like my boyfriend for example. The post the other day where he had an unfair interview, he could not change those peoples minds about their opinion on him, he couldn't change the situation, so he had to accept the "failure", that was not getting the job.

Once we can accept our "failures/shortcomings", we can start to focus on what we can change or receive. This goes into our "Affirmations", as we are visually seeing what we want out of life. This does not mean that every single thing on your list will be accomplished and successful. Some of the things on your list might not be fulfilled, and you have to take in that moment and accept that. Then, move forward. We can't sit on our failures all day, because you have more to look forward to then what you didn't get. This also ties in to your "Grateful List", being thankful that you even had the opportunity to have that chance, instead of focusing on the negative of, "Why didn't I get it?", or "Why is this happening to me?".

Think about your favorite celebrity. This could be anyone from an actress, to a famous doctor or fitness celebrity. Anyone. Think of how they got to where they're at. How many times do you think someone told them no? I recently watched a short film on Dave Chapelle, where he spoke at the arts school he attended, doing a motivational speech for the younger generation about how to never give up. And it surprised me when he said that he was told no the first time and was told that he wouldn't make it. I couldn't believe that this millionaire, who's traveled all over the globe, and is so successful, got told NO. You think he just said, "Okay, well, guess this isn't for me." If you want something bad enough, no one is going to stop you. You will get a million "No"s before you hit that one, great, amazing YES!

Right now I am unemployed, barely just starting my journey of sobriety (2 days currently), and I can sit here and focus on the negative in that. I've applied to hundreds of jobs over the last few weeks and have been told "No" 90% of the time. I could easily give up and go into a funk, not wanting to do anything. But I want to work, I want to do more with my day, and make money for my family. So, no "NO" is going to stop me. I am determined, and will push through all the shit until I get to the other side. You have to have the same mentality if you want to accomplish anything.

I love this quote, and I've mentioned it before, "Stand for something, or you'll fall for anything." Stand tall in yourself and your good choices, today and every day! Or you will fall and succumb to your failures and regret. Learn to accept the "No"s, and see them as a sign that you are most likely meant for something better than what you had your sights on. We think we are the authors of our own life story, but God knows all. He knows everything before we do it. He knows when we are going to fail and accepts us anyway. Do the same thing for yourself and accept the failure, but move on towards better things, because better things are waiting for you if you allow them to come!

Exercise for this topic:

Think of the failures you have accepted or are wanting to accept. Write down how you are going to move forward from that. Put sticky notes of encouragement for myself and reminders of how you are going to push through that failure. It could be "I will not stop looking for work.", "I will not smoke." "I will eat better." This is going to be helpful reminders and help you visually see how you are going to move forward. It's okay to think about what we lost, but not for too long. We have to always think positive, even in shitty situations. Just remember they are only shitty for a moment in time.

*Always be honest with any lists you create for yourself. Think of it like going to the doctors. You wouldn't lie about something serious you should be telling the doctor. SO, being your own doctor in this sense, we have to be honest about everything with ourselves, or there will be no resolution.*

Thank you again my fellow readers for taking time out of your day to read what I have to say! If I just reach at least one person, to help them feel better, then I've done my job, and this isn't all for nothing! Please feel free to DM me for any topics you want covered, or email me directly at [email protected]

Have an amazing Monday, let's have a great start to our week, and HUG YOURSELF!!!!!!!!!

-Mariah

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pointreyesjournal · 2 years

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Man-Feasting Your Destiny : ep101

The sour puss hostess at the Station House Cafe seats The Tech Titan and I at a nice round top table near the window. The nice waitress from last time is working. I try to catch her eye as she goes past, but she doesn’t recognize me under all of the bandages. Second time past I lean out of my chair and give a little wave.

The Waitress: Yes sir, may I help you?

Me: Hi. I just wanted to say hi. You were our server last time here.

She’s looking at me puzzled, She can’t place my face, especially with all of the bandages.

The Waitress: I’m so sorry, I don’t recall. I see so many people here.

Me: Last time, we were joking around. You called me Romeo, I called you Juliet.

Her eyes light up with recognition.

The Waitress: Oh my goodness! Darlin’ what happened to you?

The Tech Titan: He took a job as a motorcycle helmet tester.

The Waitress: Crash test dummy eh? Hahaha. Hey, wasn’t there a third guy with you last time? Your “amigo” …

The Tech Titan and I are both laughing at her “amigo” reference.

Me: Yup! That’s Dangerous Dave.

The Tech Titan: His parole board hearing didn’t go so well, so it’s just us today.

Me: Will you be our server?

The Waitress: Gosh dang it, I wish I had recognized you two when you walked in. They seated you in Beri’s section and I can’t steal you away. But you know what, she’s great and I’ll introduce you guys. And I’ll pop over and say “hi” when I get a second between tables, okay?

Me: Sounds good. Hey, Juliet … What's your real name?

The Waitress: Cheyenne. My name is Cheyenne.

Me: Wow cool name!

Cheyenne: My parents were hippies, so I ended up with kind of a weird name.

Me: Unique. Not weird. I think it’s beautiful.

Cheyenne: It’s weird … but thank you. You’re very sweet. Okay, I’ll be back in a few.

It’s a busy brunch and Cheyenne is quickly back to servicing her tables.

The Tech Titan: She lit up when she recognized you man.

Me: Me? No.

The Tech Titan: She’s not your type anyway. Too curvy.

Cheyenne is indeed curvy. She’s a voluptuous brunette with bright blue green eyes, high cheekbones, and big pillows for lips. She is a stunning creature, but The Tech Titan is right, not exactly my type. I tend to date little blonde toothpicks with slight features and two percent body fat. Plus, we didn’t come here to hit on waitresses. We came here to enjoy breakfast and try to figure out why we’re both still single at “almost 40.”

The Tech Titan and I are debating corned beef hash vs eggs benedict when Cheyenne returns with our server in tow.

Cheyenne: Guys, let me introduce you to Beri. She’s going to be your server today. Beri, these are the guys.

Beri is beautiful. She’s our age (late 30s), thin and fit, has sharp angular features, and blonde Farrah Fawcett hair with big, perfect ringlets. She’s got oversized black rimmed glasses like Harry Caray that are clearly there to make a statement, or maybe to keep guys from hitting on her. But as much as she tries, the glasses just don’t mask her beauty.

Beri is a knockout. And charming. She jumps right in with our drink order and is cracking jokes … mostly at our expense.

The Tech Titan has a twinkle in his Scandinavian eyes that I’ve never seen before. He seems genuinely floored by Beri. His eyes are dancing on her every move, his smile hanging onto every word. The energy between them is electrifying. There’s a playful banter between these two like they’ve known each other for ages. In this scenario, I am non-existent. If I fell on the floor choking to death on corned beef, I don’t think either of them would notice, so focused they are on one another. Could I be witnessing love at first sight? Does that actually happen?

Their playful little banter comes to an end as Beri desperately needs to tend to her other tables. But before she goes, she taps her pencil nervously on her little notepad a couple of times, and with a shy but curious smile on her face, she reaches her hand across the table toward The Tech Titan.

Beri: I didn’t catch your name.

The Tech Titan stands and their hands meet over the center of the table.

The Tech Titan: Henrik. My name is Henrik.

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hotched · 2 years

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Back To December

Summary: Aaron knows he messed up. Jack already lost one mother. Is he being a coward by letting you slip away?

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Inspired by Back to December by Taylor Swift

Warnings: lil bit of self hatred

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: here is is!!! The much awaited ending!!! Thank you for all the support and encouragement and loving threats for a HEA…. read on to see if they worked 😈

Gif credit goes to fatherhotchner & big thanks to @jaspxr for helping me figure out how to put it here <3

“This is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you

Saying I’m sorry for that night”

His decision was made before the soccer game. To be quite honest, his decision had been made from the moment you walked out his front door. He couldn’t picture a future without you. He understood your need for time and space but he knew he would do anything to get you home again.

Originally, he thought the right moment would be after Jack’s soccer game. You would come to watch Jack and after congratulating the little one on a game well played, he would invite you out to lunch with his son. The three of you would go to your favorite spot and it would hopefully bring up memories of happier times. Jack would be worn out from the game so he would put him in the car with the air conditioner blasting and as the kid slept, he would have a moment to beg you to come home.

But that never happened. The field got poured on so everyone was running to take cover as soon as the game was over. You gave Jack a quick hug and were out of sight before he could even say hello. His disappointment was palpable to his younger counterpart so they stopped for ice cream before returning to the empty apartment.

It had been exactly a week since then; seven days of seeing your face everywhere he turned. He was used to missing you, he had been doing it for months. He had gotten used to seeing something he wanted to tell you about or send to you and instead filing it away in his mind. But ever since the soccer game it was different. The route he took to work seemed longer, every person he saw seemed to have your hair color, and there were more pictures of you in his home. It was like he was being suffocated by you.

Dave thinks it’s the guilt. The older man believes that he should just go to you and profess his undying love. He didn’t want to take relationship advice from a man with so many failed marriages but he was stumped.

It was late on Saturday when he found it. Jack was talking to his father again as long as the subject of you was avoided so they decided to play with his remote control cars. They were racing through the hallway on the track they’d made when Aaron’s car steered off course and ended up in his bedroom. The crash under his bed caused Aaron to pick up his pace as he rushed to his room and bent down to see what happened. Pulling the car out from under his bed frame, he blindly reached his hand around to find whatever he hit. After his days in boarding school, he kept the habit of not storing anything under his bed. For a brief moment he both wanted it to be something of yours and felt saddened by the thought of what you could have hidden there.

His weariness was well founded. As he sat back against the bed and pulled the box into his lap, Jack trotted into the room and joined him on the floor. The scrap book he pulled out wasn’t finished, there were blank papers and pictures sticking out of the back few pages but that didn’t stop him from opening it. The first page held a dedication that explained its place -

Happy Birthday my love, here’s to 50 more years of adventures. We love you to the moon and back

His fingers traced over the lettering as a few tears slipped down his cheek. Jack’s smaller hands reached up to trace the page after his dad pulled away. Aaron felt his gaze, turning to meet his son head on. The sadness he felt was exacerbated by the anger and hurt on Jack’s face.

“I made a mistake,” he admitted, voice quiet. He hated showing weakness, especially to his son, but Jack deserved the truth. He deserved to understand what was going on and that parents aren’t perfect - Aaron isn’t perfect.

Jack nodded thoughtfully as he looked at his father, “yeah you did”

Aaron let out a chuckle at the bluntness of the remark. He nodded back at the kid and let out a long sigh.

“Now what are you gonna do about it?” the child asked, hand caressing the page again for a moment.

Aaron’s hand came up to rub at his temples, “I don’t know Jack. I don’t know.”

“Well,” Jack started, a small smile making its way onto his face, “you always tell’ed me the first step to making things better is an apology.”

“Told” he corrected gently, eyes narrowing for a moment as he considered his son’s words, “how’d you get so smart, buddy?”

Jack’s answering grin gave him the confidence he needed to shut the book and get up off the floor.

“You and (Y/N) and momma” he responded cheekily, flashing his father a big grin as Aaron ruffled his hair and gave him a hand up.

“How would you feel about having a sleepover with Jess tonight?” he proposed, grabbing his phone before Jack could answer. After an enthusiastic nod, the boy shuffled off to go back his bag and put away the cars as Aaron dialed his sister in law.

The conversation was quick. When he had first brought you to meet his only family member, he was worried about Jess’ reaction to her sister being replaced. His worry was unneeded because the two of you were thick as thieves as soon as you’d been introduced. When you split, Jess had been about as disappointed as Jack. The moment he mentioned going to get you back she was on board with the plan immediately, telling him not to worry about Jack and to take all the time he needed.

Getting Jack into the car was an easy affair as the child was buzzing with energy and spouting off all the things he wanted to tell you about when you were back.

When he pulled into Jess’ driveway, he expected Jack to rush out the door as soon as he was in park but the pause made him curious. He turned in his seat and watched as the boy slowly unbuckled his seat belt and moved to sit on the edge. Jack took a deep breath and loudly exhaled, moving to put his hand on his dad's arm. Aaron watched with a tilt of his head as the boy got his thoughts together.

“Bring them home, dad” Jack ordered softly, a small smile bringing out a dimple. Aaron smiled back at him before the child exited the car and ran towards the door Jess held open. With one last wave, Aaron pulled out of the neighborhood and made his way to you.

The drive was fast, he spent the entire time trying to figure out how to start the conversation. Dave’s suggestion was sounding better and better the closer he got to your door. He couldn’t think of anything else but “I’m sorry” and “I love you”, they weren’t all he wanted to say but he wasn’t sure what combination of words would correctly describe his plight.

Your front door was five feet away but he was having trouble finding the courage to knock. He had faced dangerous and terrifying situations almost daily for most of his life but the importance of this moment scared him more than any other. Jack’s words echoed in his head and the thought of you being back home - with him and Jack, where you belong - was enough motivation to cross the invisible line in the floor.

After one last deep breath, he rapped his knuckles against the wood twice.

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You spent all week dreading the soccer game. One part of you was overjoyed at the thought of seeing Jack again. The other part was anxious about spending your morning watching soccer parents swooning over Aaron. Before you would feel smug at their jealous looks because you knew you were the one he came home to but he was single now. You didn’t think you would be strong enough to watch him flirt with someone else.

Thankfully the rain was a good excuse to run away as soon as the game was over. You could tell he wanted to say something but you avoided his gaze and focused on Jack. After a quick hug and a promise to schedule something with Jess soon, you were running back to the safety of your car.

The rest of that day and the following week after were filled with the same thought screaming like a mantra in your head - you miss him. It was getting harder and harder to convince yourself that you were making the right decision.

Your best friend had been extremely patient and supportive during the whole ordeal up until that following Saturday. You made reservations at their favorite restaurant and planned on getting drinks at a local club afterwards. The dinner was easy, filled with chatter about work and the “frenemy” from high school they ran into earlier that week. As soon as you got to the club and settled at a table with your first round of drinks, the tone of the evening changed dramatically.

“What are you doing, (Y/N)?” they asked, voice soft while sipping on their drink of choice. Their eyes stared intently into yours as you shifted nervously in your seat.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, swirling the liquid in your glass, “there’s this part of me that wants to die on this hill. That believes that I deserve better. That I should be with someone who’s never going to make me feel the way he did.”

“Now, you know that I will always be firmly on your side, right? That no matter what you choose, I will always be behind you?” They started, waiting for your nod before they continued with a long sigh, “relationships are give and take. You know that better than most. You give up a lot for him, things that were important to you in a relationship and in your life because you chose him. You have every right to draw the line here. No one would blame you if this was the tipping point. But people make mistakes. I’m not trying to convince you to forgive him or make excuses for his actions because that’s not my place. However, I can’t blame the guy for being scared. He should have communicated with you better instead of running away and burying his head in the sand, but with his history of losing the people he loves to these maniacs, I understand. And I know that you do too. I know that’s part of your fight with yourself. You forgave him the minute that he finally explained what was going on and you’re beating yourself up over that. You feel like you shouldn’t have, like you should have made him work harder for it rather than giving it freely. But babe, that’s what makes you, you. That’s the person that is my best friend and the person he fell in love with. You forgive others for their mistakes but beat yourself up over what you believe to be your own. That’s also what makes the two of you alike. I mean, I hardly know the man but I know that he’s spent all of his time obsessing over his mistake and wishing he could go back and do everything different. You want to teach him a lesson and make sure he never does anything like this again but hon, I think you did. Jack said he’s home more, that he’s making time for his son and you did that. It’s okay to forgive him. It’s okay to give him another chance.”

You spent another half an hour sitting mostly in silence, not having a response to their speal. You finished your drink but didn’t order another, opting to head out early. You got in the cab and gave the driver an address. The ride wasn’t long but you spent the entirety of it staring out the window lost in thought.

You wanted nothing more than to run right into his arms, to move back into your home and spend the rest of your life waking up to Aaron’s messy bed head. Their words were echoing through your head but you needed more. You needed another push. You had forgiven him and wanted him back, you could admit that to yourself. But what if he did it again? Could you survive another heartbreak? Was he worth it?

Your sign came in the form of a front door, his front door. Somehow you had told the driver his address instead of where you meant to go. You debated for a split second on asking to be taken somewhere - anywhere - else before scolding your cowardice.

With a confident step, you made your way through the building towards his front door. Your movements faltered for a moment when you thought about the time and waking Jack up. Holding your knuckles up to rap on his door, you knocked lightly and waited. After a few minutes of waiting without hearing any sort of noise, you realized he might not have heard you knocking. He always did get engrossed in his work.

Breathing deeply, you dialed the number you had been avoiding for so long. His voice washed over you, sending shivers down your spine.

“(Y/N)” he answered and it took you a moment to calm your racing heart.

“Aaron, will you let me in?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe and waiting to hear the ruffling of paperwork and his footsteps.

“What do you mean?” he wondered, and the sounds of traffic in the background made you pause. You never considered him not being home. For a split second your brain imagined scenarios of where he could have been before you shook off the unpleasant thoughts.

“I umm, I wanted to talk. I’m at your apartment. I can go-“

“No!” He interrupted. You heard the slam of a door and the car starting. After telling you to stay put, he hung up quickly.

You listened for a few minutes before you tired of pacing in front of his door and decided to get some fresh air. As you walked out of his apartment building, the cool night helped to calm your nerves. You were walking towards the sidewalk when Aaron’s car pulled quickly towards the curb. The screech of his brakes caught your attention and you turned towards where he had stumbled out of the car. You briefly worried he had been out drinking before realizing his gait was steady as usual.

He was rapidly approaching you as his eyes held your own. His gaze never wavered until he was in front of you, one hand gently cupping your cheek as the other stretched out to find your waist and pull you in.

His lips were on yours before you could say anything. The feeling was better than you remembered, his strong grip holding you up as his hand moved from your cheek to grip the back of your neck and run his fingers through your hair. His lips moved firmly against yours, pulling back gently to pull your bottom lip between his teeth. You could feel his chest heaving against your own as you responded in kind, one hand wrapping around his bicep to help hold yourself up and the other mimicking his own position in your hair. The softness of his thick strands between your fingertips and the woody, clean scent of him you could smell through the small breaths you took between kisses were making you lightheaded. You found yourself pulling away to calm your racing heart but pulled his head down to lean against yours, noses brushing softly as you tilted your head up to rub back and forth. The heat of his breath coming in pants against your lips every other second furthered the buzzing, numb feeling your poor lips felt after his attack. He looked about as desperate as you felt, nothing but the sound of your breathing and traffic for a moment.

“I’m sorry” he whispered reverently after his breathing had returned to normal, “I’m so goddamn sorry. I’ll never hurt you like that again. I promise I’ll do better. I’m so sorry.”

His apologies combined with the tears falling down his cheeks pulled at your heart. You shook your head and silenced him with a gentle press of your lips against his.

“I know. I know you won’t. No more apologies, okay?“ you urged, smiling after he nodded solemnly and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

His eyes searched yours, hands cupping your face gently like he was holding a piece of precious china.

“I promise I’ll do better. I won’t push you away and I’ll try to communicate more. Please come home. Jack misses you” he pleaded, brows furrowed as tears pooled in his eyes again. You smiled and brushed your thumbs under his eyes to catch the falling tears, “is Jack the only one?”

“No” he vowed, pulling you in and wrapping his arms around you tightly, “I miss you. I love you.”

“If we loved again I swear I’d love you right”

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wheeler-beretta-harwood · 2 years

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Weirdo (Cash Wheeler x Reader)

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So, it has been over ten years since I last wrote anything. But this has been living in my head for quite some time and needed to get out there. So enjoy, hopefully.

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Daniel=Cash, David=Dax

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The past 2 days had been pure heaven. Daniel had just returned from Mexico where he defended the AAA Tag Team titles with David, and now had some days off until he had to hit the road again.

The first day you two entirely spent in bed, catching up on all the missed cuddles and sex, while yesterday you two were hiking outside of Orlando. It was always amazing to you how much you enjoyed your time with Daniel. You had never been big on nature adventures, but ever since you two started dating 3 years ago, so much changed. Hiking was fun, he even taught you how to fish. You didn't mind if you two were out for days, sleeping in a tent - as long as he killed all the spiders that planned on sharing your sleeping bag. Which he did, after he laughed at you for being so dramatic. Anybody else, you would have punched right then and there for making fun of your phobia, but Daniel's laughter was music to your ears and the little wrinkles that formed around his eyes when he laughed were the sweetest thing you had ever seen.

Today though, you felt a little down when you woke up. For one, because it was the last day you two could spent together before he again had to leave for Dynamite and Rampage. And you also woke up alone, without any morning cuddles. That always puts you in a mood.

"Dan?" you looked around hoping he was nearby, in the bathroom. He wasn't though.

You got out of bed and searched for him in the kitchen and your home gym until you finally found him in the living room on the couch, feet on the table, a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Good morning, babe", he smiled at you.

"Morning.....why aren't you wearing a shirt?", you replied, trying your hardest not to stare too much at his bare chest.

"Uh, it's hot" he answered, well aware of your wandering eyes.

"No, it's not. The air conditioning is even running." You shook your head at him in disbelief.

"Well, I thought you might enjoy the view." He gestured to his chest and stomach.

Damn, he read you like an open book. He held his hand out to you and smiled once more. No matter how bad you wanted to come up with a smart remark, your mind stayed blank at his sight, so you returned his smile and grabbed his hand. You giggled when he abruptly pulled you in his chest and wrapped his free arm around you tightly. Seems like he missed the morning cuddles too...

While you two just sat like this for a few minutes, you absentmindedly traced little circles on his chest and played with his hair. God, you loved his chest hair.

"You know, I thought about shaving my chest again..." he stated, as if he could read your mind and wanted to push your buttons a little bit.

"What? No!! I forbid it!" you bluntly shouted as your head shot off his chest to meet his eyes.

"Forbid it? Come on, Y/N. It's my body after all, don't I have a say too?" He chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction.

"Do with your body whatever you want, Daniel, shave your mullet to match with Dave for all I care. But the beard and the chest hair stays!" You firmly state before resting your head on his chest once more.

Your hands roamed over it before pressing little kisses on it.

"Don't you worry, little ones. I will protect you with my life. The old grump attached to you won't hurt you", you whispered gently against the fluffy chest of your boyfriend, which earned you a hearty laughter from him.

"You're a weirdo, you know that, don't you? Who would ever talk to chest hair besides you?!" to which you playfully frowned up at him.

"You have no idea how much I love you, babe", He said while sitting up straight, setting his cup on the table and putting his hand in his pocket.

All of a sudden, he dropped the smile and nervously rubbed his free hand on his shorts.

You sat straight as well, unsure what to expect.

"You know, I thought about this for a long time. Even had a masterplan, how I wanted to do it perfectly. But right now, right here. Just you, your perfectly weird you. This is the moment. The past three years with you have been the best of my life, as cliche as it may sound, it is true. I figured words can't describe how much you really mean to me, so I thought the best way to show you is by asking you to marry me", he finished, fumbling a little box out of his pants. He opened it to show you what would have to be the prettiest ring you'd ever seen. Not overly fancy, cause that wasn't your style, but still sparkly.

You did not see that coming. At all.

You looked at his face, then down at the ring and back to his face, only to notice the slight panic creeping up on his features.

Poor boy, so nervous over nothing, you thought to yourself as you basically lounged yourself on him, causing both of you to fall and lay flat on the couch. Your lips pressed against his, your hands cupping his face. You couldn't stop placing sweet kisses on his mouth while answering his question: "Yes Danny, a thousand times yes!" You felt him smile into the kiss and wrap his arms around you.

"But only if the chest hair stays!", you exclaimed as you lifted yourself off of him. This again earned you laughter from your now fiancé as he slipped the ring on your finger.

"Deal." He said before pulling you back down on his chest, rubbing your back and enjoying the time with you.

After a few moments, he heard you mumbling.

"See, little ones, I got us a good deal. You are safe with me." Again, your lips connected with his bare chest, fingers gently tracing invisible patterns.

You really were a weirdo. But you were his weirdo, thank god.

#cash wheeler #cash wheeler x reader #aew imagine #Cash Wheeler imagine #all elite wrestling imagine #ftr #cash wheeler fanfiction #cash wheeler fanfic

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ptrckjcne · 2 years

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If you’re still taking requests - can I request kisses to make up for an argument with Hotch? (:

hi anon! of course you can – i hope you enjoy this! 🥰

KISSES TO MAKE UP DURING AN ARGUMENT (or worry about a certain someone constantly putting himself in danger)

Aaron Hotchner x Reader Wordcount: 874

Pick a kiss + character / ship, and I'll write you a drabble!

“Tesoro, I think you might want to swing by the ER. There’s someone who’s going to need a ride home.” David sighed as you picked up the phone, your hand freezing where it was currently running through Jack’s hair, the boy sleeping with his head safely placed in your lap. “I want you to know he’s fine; just a mild concussion, and some cuts and bruises, but they’re not letting him leave until you’re here to check him out of their care.”

You sighed, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as you glanced down at Jack, who stirred in his sleep. “I’ll just have to drop Jack off at Jessica’s on my way.”

“I can take him off your hands, don’t worry.” David offered. “I’ve already got JJ and Henry coming over to the house later, along with Penelope. I’m sure Henry and Jack would love to have a sleepover at their uncle Dave’s.”

“That would be nice, thank you, Dave.” You breathed out, feeling relieved; this meant you could go straight to the emergency room to decide for yourself whether or not your husband was actually doing fine. Waking Jack from his slumber caused the young boy to be sad, eyes welling with tears as he rambled on about having had a dream where he was playing football with a dog you, Aaron and himself had adopted. However, at the chance of seeing Henry, the boy seemed to forget all about his dream and happily rushed out to your car in front of you.

You noticed the frown on Jack’s face as you pulled into the hospital parking lot, your heart aching at the sight. This young boy had spent too much time visiting his father in the hospital, it wasn’t fair to him. “JJ and Henry will take you home to uncle Dave’s place, does that sound alright? You know, I think he has gotten some new LEGO–sets for you boys.” You spoke, noticing the excited look spreading on his face. “You need to show me what you’ve built tomorrow, okay?”

“Of course!” He chirped, walking patiently by your side to the door, where JJ and Henry met you.

“Thank you.” You mumbled as JJ pulled you in for a hug, mumbling a low “no problem” against your shoulder, before coaxing Jack to go with her – but not before he had latched onto your thigh like a koala–bear, squeezing tightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, buddy.”

Inside you found a group of annoyed nurses, and you could only guess who they had attempted to treat, your gaze following theirs to the unit chief of the behavioral analysis unit, who was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, arms crossed over his chest. “There you are!” He spoke up, nearly leaping to his feet at the sight of you. “Can you please get me out of here?”

“Of course.” You nodded, keeping cool as you signed the needed paperwork. The nurses were giving you instructions, though it was nothing you haven't heard before. Aaron stood with Derek, muttering something – presumably about the case – though quickly abandoned his agent to follow you outside. However, as you reached the car, having closed the doors, you turned to him, not being able to keep it cool anymore. “Are you an idiot?”

“Excuse me?” Aaron furrowed his brows, turning his head to look at you.

“You heard me, Hotchner.” You scoffed. “Leaping head first into danger, discarding your vest and weapon before taking down unsubs? Sometimes I wonder if you even think about what you’re leaving behind if you end up dead in one of these cases.”

The words were a low–blow, hitting way too close to home. You knew that, yet the frustration and worry clouded your judgment when it came to the clever and the right words to say. Aaron clenched his jaw, turning his head away from you, wincing in pain at the sharp movement. He didn’t want to admit it, but he had been worried about it too. He didn’t know at what point, but somewhere between being hit in the head, and his head hitting the floor, he had regretted his decision.

“I don’t want to be mad at you, Aaron, but how can I not be?” You sighed, jaw tense as you avoided looking at him, in the process failing to see how he had lowered his head a little, your words having hit him a bit harder than either one of you first expected them to. “I love you. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Turning your head, you were met with an apologetic look on his face; he knew it wasn’t nearly enough, but it was a start – and right now it was what he could muster. “I love you too, you know.” He mumbled, voice low and shaky as he leaned over, cupping your cheek as he pressed a tender kiss against your lips, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. “I am sorry. I don’t mean for it to happen – but I can’t avoid it, considering what I do for a living.”

“Just stay alive.” You whispered against his lips, leaning your forehead against his. “Stay alive, and always come home safe. Alright?”

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Please Don't

Summary: Hotch and Y/N have been pining for each other but everything changes after they go undercover for a case.

Warnings: Criminal Minds level violence, angst

Word Count: 2289

a/n: Thank you for this request!! I love a good Hotch moment. I hope you like it!

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"Alright ladies! Here's the first round." Emily smiled as she set the four glasses down in front of you all.

Girl's night had just started. It being Penelope's turn to pick the nights events meant you, Emily, and JJ were in for a long night of bar hopping.

"Yes!!!" Penelope nearly screamed, grabbing her drink and taking a large gulp. "First question of the night goes to Y/N."

Your eyes widened as everyone turned to look at you. Whatever game Penelope was trying to play was clearly not going to go well for you.

"Oh, God. What is it?" You grimaced, eyes flitting between the three of them.

"When are you going to do something about your crush on Hotch?" Emily wasted no time in getting into the hard hitting questions.

"And don't even bother denying it! It's so painfully obvious." JJ added on, eyeing you skeptically.

"First of all, rude. Second of all, fine. I have a hopeless crush on our boss. Are you happy now?" You playfully glared, knowing there was no use in even trying to pretend.

"So? When are you going to do something about it?" Penelope was giddy, always one to celebrate new relationships.

"Uh, never." You deadpanned.

"Why not?" She whined in response.

"Pen, he's my boss for one. Plus it's highly unlikely he feels the same. I mean, how would I even bring that up?" You shook your head, trying to avoid the conversation.

"Y/N, Hotch is totally into you-" Emily's rant was cut off by the sounds of all of your phones buzzing.

You all shared a glance before confirming your suspicions.

"Another girl's night cut short." You shook your head. "Who needs a ride?"

The four of you quickly made your way out of the bar before piling into your car and heading to the Bureau.

"Damn ladies, looking good." Derek greeted you when you piled into the elevator together.

You hadn't thought about changing before coming in. None of you were wearing anything wildly inappropriate. Your outfit was just a bit more form fitting than a typical day in the field required.

"Thanks Derek." You rolled your eyes, stepping out of the elevator and immediately heading for the conference room.

Aaron's eyes were on you almost instantly. He always looked for you first when a new case came in.

"You ever gonna tell her?" Rossi asked from next to him.

"I have no idea what your talking about." Hotch kept his face neutral despite knowing there was no real point in denying it to Dave.

"I see the way you look at her. You know, I see the way she looks at you too. you deserve to be happy, Aaron." He replied easily, a smirk on his face as he took a seat in the conference room.

Hotch merely shook his head, trying to supress the smile forming at the idea of you returning his feelings.

He quickly moved on to debrief the team ultimately telling everyone to meet at the jet.

Three days later, another couple was dead, and you were no closer to catching the guy.

"Wait, there's a new pattern." Reid jumped up, pointing out the abduction sites on the map. "He's moving south, alternating between 11th and 14th Street. Each abduction happened at a different club on those streets. If he follows pattern the next abduction will be tonight at Cameo." He pointed out the next club on the map.

"So we'll stakeout the club, stop him before he gets another couple." Morgan suggested.

"We can't risk a takedown inside the club." Hotch ran a hand over his face.

"What if two of us go undercover? Pretend to be a couple and then we can stop him when he tries to abduct us." You suggested a new plan.

"That could work." Dave added on, sending you a nod. "You and Hotch fit his victimology."

"What d'ya say, Hotch?" Your heart was beating rapidly, but you refused to let it show. "Wanna go on a date?" You playfully nudged his side.

"It's our best plan." He nodded resolutely. "Go with Emily to get something to wear."

You smiled at him before turning to see a mischievous look on Emily's face. She whispered in your ear as you walked out of the room.

"Get ready. Hotch won't be able to keep his eyes off you tonight."

"Are you sure I should wear this?" You pulled the dress down a bit, trying to cover more of your thighs.

"Yes. You look amazing, and this is definitely going to catch the eye of our unsub." JJ complimented as she added a few finishing touches to your hair.

"It's just now dawning on me why we don't do undercover work." You flinched away from Emily as she attempted to add a third layer of mascara.

"Oh, hush. This was your idea. Everything will be fine. Better than fine if you're lucky." She winked, capping the mascara and throwing it back into your makeup bag.

"Em, this is work. I'm absolutely not making a move on Hotch while trying to lure an unsub to abduct us." You deadpanned.

"I'm not saying make a move! This is your opportunity to flirt a little and see how he responds." She shrugged casually.

You were about to provide another rebuttal when a knock sounded on the door to the bathroom.

"Y/N, you almost ready?" Derek called from the other side of the door.

"Coming out now!" You nearly ran out before Emily or JJ could try to convince you to flirt with Hotch again.

"Damn, L/N." Derek smiled when you exited the bathroom. "Looking good. You know who else might think so?"

"Can it, Derek. I'm in no mood." You swiftly walked past him. You could hear Hotch arguing with Rossi about something as you walked up to the conference room door.

"Dave, cool it will you?" Hotch rolled his eyes, not noticing you yet.

"I'm just saying Aaron-" He tried again.

"Well, don't." Hotch's playfulness rarely came out on cases, but you could see a glimpse of it in the way he bantered with Dave.

"Ready to go?" You asked from the doorway, putting your comm's device in your ear. You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at the way Aaron looked at you.

"Ready." He gave you a tight smile, diverting his eyes from your tight dress.

"We'll be right outside. All the exits covered." Dave reminded the two of you, nodding as you walked out the door.

"Here you go, one vodka cranberry." He winked when he passed the glass over, a subtle reminder about the lack of alcohol coursing through you.

"Thanks." You shifted awkwardly, unsure of what to do now. You'd been by the bar for about an hour, and nobody suspicious had caught your eye.

"Do you want to dance?" You surprised yourself by asking the question, watching as Hotch's eyes widened slightly. "I just, the other couples? Didn't witnesses say they were dancing?" You whispered the last part, obviously trying to limit anyone overhearing your conversation.

"Right. Of course." He looked nervous, but you chalked it up to not doing undercover often.

You lead him to the middle of the dance floor, trying to find the best view of the doors. It took a few minutes of awkward swaying, but the two of you found your rhythm.

"Behind you, there's a man watching us." Hotch whispered in your ear sending a shiver through your spine.

You nodded slightly in response before turning around. You pressed your back to his chest to cover the movement, eyes flitting around the room to observe anyone suspicious.

It didn't take long for you to spot the man Hotch was talking about. You moved your arms up around his neck, pulling his head closer to you so you could whisper to him.

"Got him. How do we get him outside?" You suppressed the urge to grind your hips against Hotch's. It was hard enough to deal with the feeling of his hands on your hips.

He spun you around, pressing your chests close together. Again, he moved his mouth close to your ear to whisper, "we just need to give him a show."

He pressed his lips to yours lightly, waiting for your response. You kissed him back with passion, relishing in the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

Your breath caught in your throat when he pressed a series of light kisses to your neck. You involuntarily tilted your head to the side, giving him more room to work.

"I think we've got his attention. Let's head out the back door." Hotch grabbed your hand, pulling you behind him toward the back of the club.

The cool night air sent a chill through your body, but you didn't have long before the man burst through the door behind you.

Hotch easily overpowered him, knocking the gun from his hands. He pulled handcuffs from his pocket, quickly securing his hands behind his back.

"Morgan, we got him out back." You spoke into your comms, turning slightly when movement in the shadows caught your eye.

"Y/N, get down!" Hotch jumped in front of you just as you heard a gun being fired. He fell into you, slumping against your body. Everything happened so quickly.

"FBI, drop your weapon!" Morgan yelled, running closer to the man in the shadows.

He quickly handcuffed the partner, leading him to a waiting officer while Emily collected the other unsub.

"Aaron?" You looked at him in your arms noticing the blood soaking through his light blue shirt. "I need a medic!" You called down the alley, watching in terror as two medics removed Aaron from your arms.

You were frozen in place as they put him on a gurney and pushed him into a waiting ambulance.

It wasn't until the ambulance was completely out of sight that you realized Reid was talking to you.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" He gestured to the blood on your dress and hands.

You nodded silently, pointing to where the ambulance just was.

"Let's get you to the hospital okay?" He spoke softly, not wanting to add to your distress. He grabbed a shock blanket from a paramedic before leading you to an SUV. Derek and Emily sat in the front, ready to drive as soon as you got in.

You don't remember the ride to the hospital. You don't remember JJ helping you wash the blood from your hands. You don't remember a nurse updating you on Hotch's surgery. You don't remember anything except the look in Aaron's eyes as he bled out in your arms.

"Aaron Hotchner?" The doctor called out into the waiting room. All six of you stood up, eyes fixed on the woman in scrubs. "His surgery was successful. I can take one of you to see him."

The whole team gestured to you, knowing how you felt and how much you needed to see that he was okay.

"Follow me." The doctor lead you down the winding hallways to a recovery room where Aaron was asleep. "He's still under anesthesia for now. It should wear off in a few hours."

You nodded as she left, still unable to form any words as you took in his pale appearance.

"Aaron." You whispered his name, eyes brimming with tears. You pulled the chair as close as you could next to his bed, both hands wrapped around one of his.

You must've fallen asleep because before you knew it, the hand in your grasp was squeezing you back.

"Aaron?" You lifted your head from the side of his bed, eyes focusing on his. "Oh, thank God." You felt the tears brimming again.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm okay." He murmured softly, moving his free hand to wipe your tears.

"No. You're an idiot who jumped in front of a bullet for me." You whispered back, voice breaking.

"I'd do it again." He took no time to craft his response, only causing more tears to fall down your cheeks.

"Aaron-"

"Y/N, I don't have anyone else in my life quite like you. I haven't in a long time." His eyes never left yours as he spoke. "You make me feel like I could be happy again. Like Jack could have two people to provide him unconditional love everyday in his life again. Like maybe, just maybe, I could love someone again. I would jump in front of countless bullets for you because I can't imagine my life without you in it."

"Please don't." You whispered, eyes still watery.

"What?" Hotch could feel his heart breaking at the thought of you not returning his affection.

"Please don't jump in front of anymore bullets for me. I don't think I could survive this feeling again." You took a deep, shuddering breath. "Watching them wheel you away on that gurney... it felt like my heart was being cut open. Aaron, there's not a day that goes by where you don't make me smile. Even if it's just the thought of you. I can't imagine my life without you either."

He continued to wipe tears from your face as you spoke.

"Would now be a good time to ask you out to dinner?" He smiled when you laughed.

"I think now is a great time for that." You smiled, leaning your head into his hand.

"Perfect. So, will you get dinner with me?" He nearly whispered.

"I'd love to." You pressed a soft kiss to his lips before setting back against your chair.

It didn't take long for him to fall back asleep. This time, when you leaned your head against his leg, your heart felt full.

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acreativeme · 3 years

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They Don’t Know About Us

David ‘Deacon’ Kay x Reader

They Don’t Know About Us by One Direction

People say we shouldn't be together

Too young to know about forever

But I say they don't know what they're talk-talk-talkin' about (talk-talk-talkin' about)

'Cause this love is only getting stronger

So I don't wanna wait any longer

I just wanna tell the world that you're mine, girl

At 14 years old, David knew that he was going to marry Y/N. They would sit next to each other in church, holding hands out of sight of their parents. David’s dad would always tell him to not settle for the first girl that holds his hand, that there are better fish in the sea. He’d always brush his father off, not admitting that Y/N was the only one that mattered.

There were nights that they would sneak out of their windows and meet in the park that separated them. Y/N would bring a blanket, which David would spread out under the tree they carved their name into. They would cuddle up together and try to count the stars.

“My mom said that we wouldn’t last. That we are too young to know what love is.” Y/N whispered, eyes still locked on the night sky.

David looked down at her, “My dad said that I shouldn’t settle for you, that there were better fish in the sea.”

Y/N looked up at him, anxiety in her eyes. “Do you agree with him?”

David leaned down and pressed a kiss to her head. “Of course not. They don’t know anything about us, Y/N.”

Y/N nodded, snuggling deeper into David’s chest, “Our love will only get stronger,”

One touch and I was a believer

Every kiss, it gets a little sweeter

It's getting better

Keeps getting better all the time, girl

At 18, their relationship grew deeper.

They were at a party, something they never did, for David’s best friend. Everyone was drinking cheap beer, wanting to live a little now that High School was over. With her boyfriend’s arm over her shoulder, Y/N watched as the other partygoers goofed off. Y/N was considered shy by her peers. In actuality, she just didn’t have a lot in common with them.

“You okay, babe?” David leaned down to whisper in her ear.

She grinned up at him and nodded. “Yeah, I am just people watching.”

He kissed her nose, which made her grin widened. “Okay, do you want or need anything?” He shaked his empty water bottle as he got up.

She shook her head, “No, I am good.” She watched as he walked towards the drink table.

As soon as he was out of earshot, David’s friend Rick sat down next to her. “Heyyy, Y/N!”

She flinched at the smell of alcohol coming off his breath. “Hey, Rick…” her response was hesitant as they never really got along.

“Soooo…. Heard a rumor that you and Dave hadn’t hooked up yet, and that he was looking to change that tonight.”

Y/N paused, knowing that he was lying. “Go sober up, Rick.” She rolled her eyes, pushing him away.

He laughed, leaning back in the seat he had stolen. “Such a prude!!”

Angered and embarrassed by his comment, Y/N stood up. “For your information, Rick, we’ve probably had more sex than you’ve ever thought of having.” She pressed her foot against his dick and pushed him, so he fell backwards.

Everyone ooh’d as she stormed off into the dark woods.

She muttered to herself as she stomped through the trees. She couldn’t believe that she admitted to them having premarital sex, in front of their friends no less. Rick hit a button that Y/N thought she was numb too.

After walking a good bit into the trees, Y/N stopped and sat down to lean against the thick trunk of an old oak. Tears that she had been holding back, began streaming down her red cheeks.

“Y/N! Are you out there?” David called, worried about his girlfriend. He shined a flashlight around, hoping that she hadn’t gone too far into the woods.

She wiped the tears away, not wanting him to know that she had been crying. “I am here, David.” She responded, standing up.

He released a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god! I was worried about you.” He wrapped his arms around her, tightly.

“I am sorry.” She muttered into his chest.

He lifted her chin up, “No matter what other people think, I love you.” He pressed a soft but passionate kiss to her lips.

They don't know how special you are

They don't know what you've done to my heart

They can say anything they want

'Cause they don't know about us

They don't know what we do best

That's between me and you, our little secret

But I wanna tell 'em

I wanna tell the world that you're mine, girl

After college, they got married.

It was a small affair, just immediate family and a few close friends. Y/N knew from the start that she didn’t want something big or flashy, she just wanted David. She had to convince him that the vintage flowy white dress from the second hand shop is what she wanted, what she needed. He wasn’t completely convinced until he watched her walk down the aisle towards him.

David didn’t care what anyone said about her, she was the most beautiful woman in the whole world. His heart nearly raced out of his chest as she glided towards him. “Wow.” He whispered, brushing away a stray tear.

Y/N grinned as she took the final few steps towards her future. Her father had decided against walking her down the aisle, stating that he wanted no part in her ruining her future. After that, Y/N stated that she was just going to walk herself because she didn’t need him to do it. “Hi,” She whispered, shyly.

His grin grew, “Hi.” He took her hands as soon as they were free of her wildflower bouquet.

She squeezed his hand, looking longingly into his eyes. The pastor smiled at the young couple, calling everyone for a moment of prayer. After prayer, he began reciting the marriage vows for them. They parroted them without breaking eye contact, which made some people uncomfortable but others thought that it was adorable.

The pastor motioned for the rings, “Rings, please.” The best man reached forward and handed the rings to both Y/N and David with a big grin. “Good. Now, Y/N Y/L/N do you take David Kay to be your lawfully wedded husband to have to hold for as long as you both shall live?”

Y/N grinned at the pastor, “I do.”

He nodded for her to slip the ring on David’s finger. “With this ring, Ido thee wed.”

“With this ring, I do thee wed.” She repeated, slipping the ring onto his shaking finger.

The pastor turned to David, “David Kay do you take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife to have to hold for as long as you both shall live?”

David smiled widely, “I do.”

“With this ring, I do thee wed.” The pastor stated, smiling.

David took a deep breath, “With this ring, I do thee wed.” He slipped the final ring onto his new bride.

With a big clap, the pastor announced that David could now kiss the bride-- which he did happily. He threw his fist up in triumph as he kissed Y/N passionately. She couldn’t help but giggle into his kiss, resting both hands on his shoulders. He wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her into him.

When they pulled away from each other, Y/N pressed her forehead to David’s. “Hello, husband.” She whispered.

His grin nearly broke off his face. “Hello, wife!” He yelled, which made everyone laugh. He turned to the crowd of onlookers, “This beautiful woman is MY WIFE!”

Y/N shook her head as she laughed, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and kissed his cheek. “And you are my husband.”

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aubreyprc · 3 years

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safe in these arms of mine

prompt - you’re safe . i’m here

summary - emily gets taken by their recent unsub, someone they named the three day killer. they know they have three days to find her, aaron refuses to let them get to four.

word count - 3.3k

TW / mentions of torture (not graphic), alluded / implied hint of SA (not graphic or mentioned)

He thinks he’s probably watched the CCTV footage more times than he’s ever watched anything, rewinding certain moments in hopes of something that will give them a clue, something that will tell them where she is. who he is. anything.

Watching her drop to the ground, even after seeing it hundreds of times, still makes his heart fall into his stomach, the sight of the man picking her up over his shoulders, carrying her like she was dead weight. like she was nothing still making him feel sick, still making him feel guilty. not that he could ever tell anyone why. Not that he can really act on how terrified he is.

To everyone else’s knowledge, they’re colleagues, friends, just like he is with the rest of the team. He can be worried, they’re all worried, all scared of what could happen, all nauseous at the idea of what she could be going through, but he can’t be anything more. Because to everyone else’s knowledge, they're just friends but in reality, behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, FBI policy’s and fraternization rules, they’re something. They’re more than something.

What started off as casual, turned into coffee and coffee soon turned into dinner, dinner soon turned into staying the night and four months later in the darkness of her bedroom, his fingers tracing patterns on her spine as she lay in his arms, the three words slipped out of his mouth… and ten seconds later she repeated them, a soft smile on her face. a smile he has never forgotten.

A smile he would kill to see again.

They’re eight months in now, getting to the point where keeping them a secret was becoming impossible, Jack far too young and unpredictable to not blurt out something that would cause the penny to drop.

As he watches the footage for the millionth time, the guilt is almost overwhelming, his palms cut to pieces from how harsh he is clenching a fist. He knows if they don’t find her, that if day three comes and they still don’t have a location, that he’d never forgive himself, he wouldn’t know how to. He wouldn’t want to.

He was supposed to be with her.

Jack was with a friend, and they’d had plans to stay at her apartment, order take out and just be without a four year old demanding their attention for most of the night. But they’d argued. A stupid argument. So stupid that he can’t even remember what started it, or what it was even about. All he remembers is her bitter laugh before she walked out of his office, all but slamming the door behind her as she walked back into the bullpen and grabbed her stuff, he remembers watching her go, remembers telling himself that he’d call her when he got home, or maybe he would go over, make it up to her.

He prays he still gets the chance to. Prays that the last memory he has of her… of them… won’t be her walking away from him in anger. That their last conversation won’t be something he can’t even remember.

“You’re going to drive yourself insane if you keep watching that.” Dave tells him as he walks into the office, “it won’t bring her back. It won’t give you any more information.”

Aaron remains silent, his eyes peeled on the screen, her facing in the direction of the unsub, her face in full view of the camera.

“Reid has something on the unsub…” he says, but Aaron can’t bring himself to hear it. “I know this is hard but—”

“You don’t know.” he says, turning to face his friend, “you don’t know.” he repeats and the older man nods.

“You’re right. I don’t.” he accepts, before staring at him, “but I know you love her.” he says and Aaron’s eyes widen, “and I know she loves you. And I know she’s counting on us.. on you to focus, to put our feelings and our fear on hold and find her.”

“I can’t even think about what she could be going—”

“Then don’t.” he tells him, “don’t think. Help her. Help her by doing what you can. Here. Now.”

Aaron nods, standing and following the man out of the office and into the briefing room.

They all refuse to go home, refuse to waste time when she has so little of it, refuse to do anything but find her, the thought of what she could be going through knocking every single one of them sick.

The entire building feels eerie, everyone on egg shells around the team, scared to say the wrong thing, scared to say anything. Everyone loved Emily, and her absence noticeable at any time, and so the entire situation has the bullpen in silence, the only sound being the muttering of the agents on the case as they work alongside the team to find their missing member. Their missing friend.

They all know what this unsub does, have all read the case files, seen the pictures of the women he’d taken and killed over the last few weeks, have heard in detail what he does to them before hand, and it becomes the elephant in the room, every single person knowing exactly what Emily was going through, knowing far too much about what could happen if they don’t find her, but no one ever says anything, no one comments, no one even brings it up, because they can’t. The knowing itself is enough, they shouldn’t have to talk about it too.

Aaron is the only one who tortures himself by looking at the other cases, reading over what they went through before he killed them, how he killed them, and what he did to them afterwards. It’s the same every time, the same marks and bruises on each woman they found, all killed the same way around the same time and all found in the same place, beaten, bloody and cold, all with signs of a struggle, as if he’d toyed with them, given them to opportunity to fight him off… each woman died in pain, alone and scared, and the idea that Emily might go through that, the fact that he could be doing to her what he did to all the others makes him nauseous, it makes him murderous but mostly it just makes him want to scream, cry, shout, and he can do neither, not yet, not when he still has the chance to get her back. Not when there’s hope that he can save her.

And he will. He has to. Loosing her is not an option.

“Stop.” Morgan says as he enters his office, “reading the files won’t change this. If anything it will just make it worse.”

“There could—”

“Reid has the files memorised…” he says, “there’s nothing in there.”

He closes the file, rubbing a hand over his face as he leans on the chair.

“How is he this hidden?” he asks, “we’ve been trying to find him for three weeks and all we have is that he’s male, in his thirties and…” he stops, shaking his head as he thinks about what he does to the women he takes.

“I know.” he nods, “but we’ll find him.”

“Will we find him in time?” he asks, the silence between them lingering as the other man remains without an answer.

“We can only try.” he tells him, “and trust that she’s strong enough to wait until we do.” he says softly, before leaving the office.

He sighs as he opens his draw, grabbing his wallet before pulling out a picture he hides behind one of Jack, a picture Penelope took just a few weeks ago when she just had to capture the moment as she stated on the email she forwarded the picture on. He smiles every time he looks at it, her grin sending warmth through him as he looks at it, the blissful happiness on their faces as they sit in their own bubble, his own smile on his face as he looks at her. He rubs a thumb over it, his heart aching in his chest as he swallows.

I’ll find you.

And they do. On day three.

They speed through the traffic, each of them tense with anxiety as they sit in the SUV, neither knowing what they’re going to walk into. If they’ll make it on time.

The warehouse is huge, the smell of blood, sweat and death hits them as soon as their in, each going in a different direction as they search for her. For him. For anything.

Aaron hears them before he sees them, leans against the wall as he calculates what his next move should be, signals for the team to head in his direction as he tries to block out the sound of her choking, dreads to think what he’s going to be met with when he turns the corner.

Reid and Morgan head his way first, are on the other side of the building when he spots them, and on his nod, all three man make themselves known, turning the corner with their guns out, but all can see is her. The way the only reason she is still standing being due to her arms being hung above her, her head lulled to the ground, no movement, not even a groan and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt panic like it before.

He has no intention to chase the man when he runs, grateful that the other two take off in a sprint after him, and he heads towards her.

He stands in front of her, heart hammering in his chest as terror fills his body and slowly cups her face, moving her head up to look at him and when he’s met with her tired, but open eyes, the relief that fills him is enough to make him want to cry. But the fear in her eyes, the sheer terror that stares back at him has him pushing it away, his focus on her.

“You’re okay.” he whispers, quickly freeing her hands from the chains above her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he does, catching her as she all but falls into him, a soft cry leaving her throat as her arms drop, the only reason she doesn’t being that he has her, wraps her protectively into him and all she can do is look at him, shock, exhaustion, pain, terror and everything in between meaning it takes her a few moments to register what’s going on, to register that it’s Aaron but it’s obvious the moment she does. The look of terror turning into relief as she relaxes, letting him pull her into his arms and she goes willingly into them, her face in his chest as she breathes, tears threatening to fall down her face as she allows the last few days to process. There’s a bang from the other side of the room that causes her to flinch, to tense in fear and he runs a hand down her back.

“It’s okay..” his voice is soft, soothing and he smiles at her when she lifts her head to look at him. “You’re okay. It’s over.”

“Can we get out of here?” she asks, her voice dry and rough, a hint that she’s been without water for days and he nods.

“Of course.” he says, gently wrapping an arm around her waist as he helps her walk out of the room.

She gets the all clear from the hospital and is free to go that night, her ribs bruised but not broken, her arms strained but no damage to the ligaments, a concussion she might feel for a few days, but no bleed, no damage, is told she’s lucky, and she wants to scream, feeling anything but luck as she sits in the passenger seat, her mind replaying the last three days on a loop, the man’s face, voice, touch lingering with her, can feel his hands on her skin, can hear his voice as he toys with her, can see his face so clearly he might as well he sat next to her but she’s lucky, because he didn’t break her ribs, she’s lucky because he didn’t kill her, how does she explain that she wishes he did?

Aaron walks them up to her apartment, his hand around her waist as she uses him to hold herself up, a lump in the back of her throat as she tries to pretend as though she hasn’t spent the last three days tortured, laughed at, broken.

“I’ll go and run you a bath,” he says softly as he enters her apartment, she simply stands, her hand clinging to her throbbing ribs as she nods. “Can I get you anything?”

“No,” she says with a tired smile, “I’m good. Tired.”

“Would you prefer a shower—”

“No,” she says quickly, before smiling as best she can, “A bath would be great.” she nods and he smiles, slowly walking over to her and waiting for her to lean into him before wrapping an arm around her waist, helping her up the stairs as she winces in pain. He’d do anything to take it from her. For it to have been him instead.

He sits on the floor next to the bath at her request, stroking gentle patterns onto her hand as she stares ahead and he waits, knowing she has to be the one to talk first, knowing he can’t rush this.

“The last woman you found… she couldn’t have been older than twenty.” she says, her eyes still staring ahead of her.

“Yeah..” he whispers, “found her just before we…” he stops, “you saw her?”

“He killed her right in front of me…” she says, turning to look at him, “she was begging me to help her, I could hear her crying but…” she stops, looks away from him.

“There’s nothing you could have done, Em.” he tells her, “you know that. It’s not your fault.”

She doesn’t answer, simply continues to stare at the wall ahead. He wants to ask, he needs to, but he doesn’t know how. Isn’t sure he wants to know. He’ll have to read the police report anyway, sign off on her being back on duty in a few weeks and he wonders if that might be easier. To read it rather than hear it, but he also knows he needs to hear it from her, needs to let her be the one to tell him, tell him what, he isn’t sure.

“Do you want me to sleep on the couch?” he asks her gently, smiling softly when she turns to face him, “I’m not leaving,” he tells her, “but if you want some space tonight, if you want some time to work through this, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

She smiles slightly, linking their fingers together as they rest on the side of the bath and she slowly shakes her head.

“I don’t want to be alone.” she whispers, and he nods.

“I’m here,” he tells her. “Whenever you’re ready to talk… I’m here.”

“I know.” she says, “I’m exhausted.”

“Come on.” he says, getting to his feet with a groan that makes her laugh slightly, before he helps her up, wrapping her in a towel before walking them towards the bed. He hands her an old jumper, one that nine months ago, used to belong to him, and a pair of joggers, kissing her head slightly.

“I’ll grab some water, I’ll be right back.” he tells her and she nods, watches him go as she takes a deep breath, focuses on getting into the clothes rather than the silence, rather than the memories of the last few days.

By the time he’s back she’s already in bed, her eyes staring at a spot of the wall across the room as she curls into the duvet and his heart breaks when the creek of the floor makes her jump.

He places the water on her bedside table, runs a gentle finger across her cheek as he passes her and gets himself in bed, turns to face her when she rolls over, taking her hand gently when she rests it on his chest, smiling when he links their fingers.

“Derek said you kept reading the other women’s files.” she says softly, he looks at her and nods. “He pretty much stuck to the script.” she tells him, looking from him to their hands. “I wish you didn’t read them.” she whispers, tracing his fingers with her own.

“When your ready to tell me, I’ll listen.” he says, “I’ll wait for you to tell me.”

“You’ll read the report before—”

“I’ll wait for you to tell me.” he whispers; she nods.

“Okay.” she whispers, “thank you.”

“Get some rest,” he tells her, “I’m right here.”

She smiles before she leans up to kiss him, wrapping herself around him as she inhales, the scent of him calming her, the feeling of safely taking ahold of her as she sighs, closing her eyes.

“I love you.” she whispers as he kisses her head and he smiles.

“I love you too.” he tells her, and waits until shes asleep before allowing himself to fall asleep too.

It’s barley been three hours when her scream jolts him awake. He sits up instantly, terror taking over as he registers what woke him and he turns, slowly reaching out to cup her face as she cries in her sleep, completely taken over by a nightmare, by a memory, by fear.

“Emily,” he whispers, trying to wake her carefully. “Em, sweetheart. Wake up.” he says a little louder, tapping her face gently as she gasps, her eyes opening instantly and she sits up, hyperventilating as she cries, a hand on her chest as she struggles to breathe and he holds her.

“You’re okay.” he whispers, “just breathe. It’s okay.” he soothes, a gentle hand on her back. Her breathing evens out pretty quickly but her tears do not, her entire body shaking with fear as he holds her close.

“You’re safe now,” he tells her, lifting her face to wipe her tears as she looks at him. “I’m here.” he says, “You’re safe.”

He slowly lays them back down, wrapping his arms around her when she clings onto him, resting herself in his arms.

“I love you.” she mutters as she slowly breathes, allowing herself to succumb to sleep.

“I love you too.” he whispers. “You’re safe. I’m here.” he repeats, hoping it soothes her, hoping she feels safe with him.

It’s obvious she does when she doesn’t wake until late that next afternoon and goes searching for him as soon as she realises he’s not next to her.

She finds him on the couch and heads towards him, smiling as she sits next to him and rests her head on his chest, relaxing the minute his arms wrap around her.

“You weren’t in bed.” she mumbles as she closes her eyes.

“I’m right here.” he whispers, “I’ll always be here.” he promises, and he smiles when she mumbles a small I know, before falling back into a dreamless sleep.

#hotchniss fic #hotchniss #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds fic

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