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Once Upon A Time (part 3 alternate ending)- Criminal Minds Reader Insert

PART 3 (WILL)

Pairing: Aaron x reader (previous), Will x reader (current and endgame)

Warnings: angst (basically that’s it), a small fluff ending for Will fans, language, mention of violence, mention of an age gap

Word count: 1280

A/N: I had to listen to some inspirational music, mostly Thomas Rhett’s Marry Me on repeat, to get this one going. I hate breaking Aaron’s heart, but alas here goes nothing. (I must admit, once I started with this part, I couldn’t stop. I just stomped on his heart. My poor boy!) Also, I totally know that this is from Will and JJ’s wedding but I felt that this was an appropriate gif.

AARON’S POV

How did it come to this?

Here I was, sitting in the back of a small country church, waiting for the woman I loved to walk down the aisle, towards another man. And it was all my damn fault. I had thrown away a woman who truly wanted to be with me. Me, an FBI agent who worked too much and spent too little time at home. A man whose sole focus outside of work was his son. A man who was broken and cold. A man who was over ten years her senior. And yet, despite everything, she had loved me.

The night I finally succeeded in pushing her away was one of the worst of my life. I couldn’t get over the thought that I would lose her, whether it was to an unsub or her realizing that she deserved so much more than me. I pushed her away so I wouldn’t have to see that fear become a reality. Yet, it had. I had pushed her away to protect myself and ended up watching her leave with my heart in her hands. I had thought I would at least have some time to come to terms with the fact that she was meant for someone else.

She didn’t waste time though. That damn case in New Orleans, more specifically that Louisiana detective, stole her away before I could realize what a mistake I had made, before I could tell her how much I had fucked up. I tried, once I could think through the pain of my heart being torn to bits. I had tried to show her how much she meant to me, how she made me feel. I did little things at first, things I knew she would notice because that’s what I noticed when she was trying to show me her true feelings. But she still stuck with that detective and seemed oblivious to my attempts.

We had had a case in Seattle, with an unsub who abducted children, dehumanized them, and left them for dead in the woods, which showed me how much I truly did need her. That one had been tough, especially since the kids were about the same age as Jack. When we flew back after the case, I couldn’t make myself go home. I was falling apart and the only thing I could think of was the sound of her voice. So I had called her. And ever since then, when I felt like I was losing pieces of myself, all I needed was her voice. She always answered, regardless of what she had been doing, she would always pick up and talk me back into one piece. Never once had she mentioned Will, so I had hoped that my actions were speaking louder than my words, because my words were non-existent. As much as I wanted to tell her the truth, to tell her how she made me feel, I couldn’t bring myself to.

And then I lost my chance. The detective asked her to marry him and she said yes. The rest of the team was excited for her, giving her congratulatory hugs. That’s how I had ended up with her in my arms, somewhere I wish she would never leave, for what I didn’t know was the last time.

In a moment of weakness, I had told her not to marry him. She hadn’t talked to me for days after that, closed off and cold whenever I was around. I had deserved it too. I had asked her to abandon someone who was willing to face his fears with her, something I hadn’t done. All because it took me too long to figure out all I ever wanted, all I ever needed, was her.

The wedding invite came in the mail on a Tuesday in March. It was simple in all the best ways, just like her. I had stared at that piece of cardstock for fifteen minutes. In that time I had thought of four different ways to get rid of Will. I had imagined what the wedding invites would have looked like if they were for our wedding. And I had swallowed a healthy dose of regret and guilt at the thought of how I had pushed her straight towards Will. Her face would light up any time she talked about the wedding with JJ or Garcia. As hard as it was to listen to her when she talked about Will or the wedding, the look of complete and utter happiness that crossed her face when she did made my day, even if the reason behind it was what was taking her away from me.

Now here I was in my black suit and tie, at the back of the church watching Will shift nervously by the altar and waiting with the rest of the guests for the bride to enter. The more I drank from the flask in my jacket, the more I wanted to find her and tell her how much I loved her and how much I had fucked up. The more I thought about her though, the more I couldn’t bring myself to get up and find her. I had seen the way she looked at Will and how she was when she talked about him. She was happy and in love.

With that dominating my thoughts, I made it my focus to get through the ceremony without crying. Because no one needed to know that I wished she was marrying me instead.

YOUR POV:

You take a deep breath as you gather your nerves in front of the church sanctuary doors. This was it. This was the day that you would marry the Louisiana detective that stole your heart. And you were ready.

You were ready to be Mrs. LaMontagne. You were ready to start your life with him. You couldn’t wait for the day the two of you found the perfect house or the day you started your family. All of those things were hinged on this moment and you couldn’t wait to start your future with Will.

You nod to the person manning the doors and as they open, your only focus is Will. His gray suit and blue tie made his eyes bright. His hair, just starting to curl at the ends, was combed down and a light stubble covered his lower face. A smile breaks across his face as he watches you walk towards him; a similar smile appearing on your face.

You slowly make your way towards him and when you reach his side, you lean into his side before whispering in his ear, “I love you.” He reaches for your right hand, pulling it to his lips and murmuring, “I love you.” Giving his hand a squeeze in return, you turn your attention towards the man who would make you Mrs. LaMontagne.

AARON POV:

The doors open and the pianist starts playing the Wedding March. Everyone stands as she starts walking down the aisle, her gaze never once straying from Will’s.

She was beautiful, her face glowing and her hair softly bouncing with each step she took. Her eyes were sparkling and her steps measured and graceful. She was everything I had imagined when I thought about her in a wedding dress. The only thing was, she was walking away from me instead of towards me.

And as much as I want her to be mine, she wasn’t and she never will be. I quickly stand and slip out one of the side doors of the sanctuary, knowing that I wasn’t just leaving her wedding, but I was leaving behind my whole future.

ONCE UPON A TIME tags:

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@crying-river

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@brenna-xoxox

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nerdyfangirl67 · 4 years

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Once Upon A Time (part 3) - Criminal Minds Reader Insert

PART 3 (AARON)

Pairing: Aaron x reader (previous but endgame), Will x reader (current)

Warnings: angst, rebound relationship, love confession

Word count: 1230

A/N: Here is Aaron’s ending, finally! Let’s hope it’s a happy one (it is!)!

YOUR POV

Your heart flutters nervously in your chest as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. Your wedding dress, that took you two months to find, hugs you in all the right places. You fiddle with the pearl necklace JJ and Penelope gave you as a wedding gift as nervous thoughts consume your mind.

A soft knock sounds on the door and you call out “Come in.” You see Spencer’s figure appear in the mirror and you turn around, moving towards him. He pulls you close, hugging you tight.

“Is this what you want Y/N?” He questions you softly.

You pull back from his embrace, confusion written in your features. He frowns down at you. “Do you think I wouldn’t notice? You’re my best friend. I’ve seen the way you look at each other Y/N and it’s not the way you look at Will. Shouldn’t you be doing this with Hotch?” His words hit you hard, as he voices the thoughts that had been running through your head for weeks.

You step away from him, pacing back and forth in front of Spencer. Tears start falling down your cheeks, leaving streaks through your makeup in their path, as you roughly wipe them away. “Spencer.” You whisper brokenly. He watches silently as you continue your pacing.

“Maybe you need to find out.” He steps back towards the door, causing you to follow him in fear he was leaving you alone with your thoughts. Yet, instead of leaving, Spencer cracks open the door and whispers something to someone on the other side.

You watch speechlessly as Aaron slips into the room. Spencer gives you one last hug, murmuring in your ear, “Talk to him”, before quietly leaving the room.

AARON’S POV:

She looks breathtakingly gorgeous in her dress. She is just as I imagined her to, except soon she wouldn’t be mine to imagine like that anymore, she would be Will’s. I was hoping that wouldn’t be the case after I told her how I felt about her. How I truly felt.

Unshed tears make her eyes sparkle as she stares at me and those tears have me quickly moving forward to her. I slowly reach my hand up to her face, brushing away the tears that had started to fall from her lashes. She leans into my hand, covering it with her own as a small whimper leaves her lips.

“Why? Why now?” She asks softly as her eyes drift closed.

“Because I couldn’t let you marry him without knowing how I feel about you.” I whisper as I take a small step closer to her.

She opens her eyes, pulling my hand from her face. She laces through both of hers before bringing her Y/E/C eyes to mine.

“And how do you feel about me Aaron?” She asks, her expression unreadable.

I took a deep breath in. This was it. No backing out now. “I love you Y/N. Gosh, I have for years.” I pause a moment before continuing. “I love everything about you. I love the way you smile. I love how you are with Jack. I love that you talk just as enthusiastically as Reid does when it’s about something you like. I love how gentle and understanding you are with victims’ families. I love you and who you make me want to be.”

She steps away from me, a clear look of hurt crossing her face. “Did you love me that night I came to your apartment?”

Her words are like a slap to the face. Of course I loved her then, as I love her now, but I know I didn’t act like it that day. Reluctantly, I nod. The tears, so recently stopped, start falling in earnest down her face now. I make a move towards her but she turns her back to me.

Her voice cracks as she chokes back a sob. “H-how could y-you do that if you love me?” She spins around and seeing her face absolutely breaks my heart.

Tears were rapidly falling down her face, her makeup just starting to streak down her face. Her lower lip was quivering as she tried to slow down her breathing. The look on her face left me speechless, so I did the only thing I could think of to help relieve the doubt from her mind.

I pull her into a tight hug. She remains stiff for a moment before slowly wrapping her arms around my waist.

YOUR POV:

His words, as much as they are ones that I have been wanting to hear for months, actually hurt. I have a hard time comprehending that he loved me when he pushed me away. It feels as though my heart is being squeezed in a vice as I think of Will.

Will, who is waiting for me at the altar, ready to marry me because he believes that I want to spend the rest of my life with him. Will, the man that made me start living again after Aaron crushed my desire to love again.

Yet, the moment his arms wrap around me, I forget about everything. His comforting scent surrounds me as I stand in his arms. Standing here in his arms, I feel safe and protected.

“I-I can’t. I’m supposed to be marrying Will.” You murmur, pressing your face into his chest. His arms wrap tighter around you, pulling you infinitesimally closer. You feel him press a kiss into your hair.

“But what do you want to do?” His voice is obstructed by your hair, causing his words to come out in a mumble.

You don’t say anything for a long time, your mind a jumble of thoughts. “I-I-I love you.” The words are barely audible, but clearly Aaron hears them as he lifts your head up and presses a hard kiss to your lips.

“That’s all I ever wanted Y/N.” His breath mingles with your own as he whispers against your lips.

As much as you want to stay in his arms, you know that you have to talk to Will before you do anything. You step out of his embrace, whispering, “I’ll be back.”

The talk with Will goes better than expected, considering you were quite literally leaving him at the altar. He hugs you close, despite what you came to tell him, and lets you go, both figuratively and literally, without a fight. As you turn to leave he says, “You were always meant to be his. I had hoped that you could grow to be mine, but I see now that wasn’t meant to be.” A mix of sadness and defeat settle across his features as you leave. Your heart hurts from the pain you caused Will but all you can think about is being back in Aaron’s arms.

Aaron is waiting outside one of the rooms in the hallway of the church, waiting for you. The moment you reach him, he pulls you in his arms. You hug him tight, breathing him in before looking up at him.

“Let’s go home.” You whisper, training your eyes on his. He lifts an eyebrow in confusion. “Home, with you and Jack.” The smile that comes across his face warms your heart.

As he leads you towards the door, you can’t help but feel that all you will ever need in life is him and Jack.