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Has this been done yet? I wasn’t certain.
Anyway, here’s a meme to commemorate me hitting perfection on the new farm I made to play the 1.6 update.
#stardew valley#stardew elliott#stardew haley#meme#Stardew valley memes#mayonnaise#stardew 1.6#stardew valley 1.6#mayonnaise valley#I just thought Haley had the best angry face#and Elliott has hands down the best surprised face#lol#memes
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The most recent fic with Hotch’s daughter was chef’s kisses! It’s just too cute! Can we get one where baby Hotch has her father’s frown and scowl? The team finds it hilarious but Hotch is so surprised. 😂
Cranky-Pants
Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader
Summary: You didn’t get enough sleep last night and were grumpy all day, the team couldn’t help but find it funny that you looked like your dad when you were angry.
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Today was just not your day, you were tired, you were cranky, you missed your midday nap and you wanted to take a long sleep but you couldn’t as your dad had taken you to his work again.
Aaron was also not in the best mood as you kept him up for most of the night and now was giving him a hard time because you were tired, so tired that you wouldn’t go down for your nap.
Aaron was holding your hand as he walked out of the elevator, you were trailing a bit behind him, stomping your little feet angrily as you walked. You let out an angry noise and stopped walking as your tiny shoe came undone.
Aaron sighed and knelt down to tie your shoe. “Y/N, I know you’re tired and cranky and I’m sorry but can you please be a little nicer.”
You huffed in annoyance and crossed your little arms. “I nice!”
Aaron looked at you and raised his eyebrow slightly. “You are not being nice to me right now.”
You let out another irritated noise before you squealed as Aaron picked you up and held your arms down so you didn’t flail them around. He walked into the bullpen and immediately heard the giggles and chuckles from his team.
His face contorted into a curious and confused frown. He looked around at the others. “What’s so funny?”
JJ and Derek were giggling, Spencer was covering his mouth to try and contain his laughter. Derek crossed his arms and chuckled again. “She’s got the same frown as you, Hotch.”
Aaron frowned again and quickly looked at your face. “What? No, she doesn’t!”
Derek shook his head and pointed to your face and then to Aaron’s, you were both making the same face. “Yes, she does! You can deny something that is right in front of me and I can see with my own two eyes. She’s got the same frown as you.”
Emily smiled and took you out of Aaron’s arms, gently patting your back. “What’s with all the frowning today, cranky pants?”
You looked at Emily with a scowl which caused her to widen her eyes and let out a surprised chuckle. “Woah alright, baby Hotch. You sure do look like your dad when you’re angry.”
You just whined and put your pacifier in your mouth, resting your head on Emily’s shoulder. She started to gently rock you while keeping up the back-patting, trying to get you to sleep. You were very obviously tired.
Aaron looked over to see you half asleep on Emily’s shoulder, he saw your eyes close and the soft sucking of your pacifier slowing. He breathed a sigh of relief as you stopped fighting sleep and eventually gave in.
“I don’t know how you did that, she didn’t sleep at all last night nor did she take her nap today.” Hotch gently rubbed a hand over your back, a small smile on his face as he saw your little frown in your sleep.
Emily chuckled. “What can I say? She loves her Aunty Emily.” She softly stroked your cheek, trying to jokingly pull your frown into a smile. “She looks just like you when she gets cranky, y’know? Same frown, same scowl.”
Aaron chuckled and shook his head. “I didn’t even realise, it’s a bit surprising.”
Emily raised an eyebrow and smiled, still gently rocking you. “Surprising that she looks like her dad?”
Aaron shrugged and smiled back at Emily. “Just thought she looked more like Haley.”
Emily looked back at your face, quietly studying it. “I don’t know, I think she looks like you both. I definitely see you in her though, especially in her expressions.”
Aaron’s smile widened into a genuine one, he gently took you back into his arms. You stirred a little, moving your head around. Aaron quickly but gently moved it onto his shoulder, softly combing his fingers through your hair. “Shh-Shh-Shhh, it’s just me, sweetheart. Go back to sleep.”
You mumbled in your sleep quietly and relaxed into him, your tiny fingers gripping his suit. You loved your dad even if you did get angry at him because you were tired.
#daughter!reader#aaron hotchner x daughter!reader#aaron hotchner x toddler!reader#aaron hotchner x child!reader#aaron hotchner fluff#aaron hotchner#criminal minds aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner criminal minds#toddler!reader#child!reader#criminal minds
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any other world - part 1
Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader - soulmate au
series masterlist
prologue
once again a huge thanks to this angel @criminalskies 🥹🫂🩷
(38)
“Haley, I said no.”
“I don’t understand why you’re so opposed to that name.” She smiled; Aaron assumed it wasn’t a genuine reaction, but more of an attempt to lighten up the mood.
This happened a lot. She’d say something that made him think of you, he’d have a reaction, and she’d pretend she didn’t notice. It broke his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it.
“If you have a different name in mind I’m open to suggestions,” she added, taking his hands in hers.
He leaned in to kiss her. “Just any other name besides Jack. Please.”
“Okay.”
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(20)
“Aaron…” you whined, kicking one of the pillows that decorated your bed on the floor. “Be done with it already.”
“My exam is at 8 am. I won’t have any time to revise in the morning. Just give me thirty more minutes.”
“I can’t sleep without you.”
“I know. But if I come to your bed to study, I will not be studying,” he argued, since there was no need of you to say anything for him to get what you were insinuating.
“I’ll just lay my head on your chest. I promise I won’t even talk to you.”
“Fine,” he said, always unable to say no to you; even though your weight on him and your sweet scent would definitely make the letters on his papers start dancing.
But you kept your promise. You carefully laid on him, letting him wrap one of his arms around you. The only thing you did before closing your eyes was kissing the inside of his wrist, just like you did every night.
“Good night.”
“Good night, tulip,” he whispered and turned his attention back to his notes. He’d ace the test and then he’d get to hear the words ‘I’m so proud of you, baby!’ from your sweet lips. Then all the sleepless nights of studying would be worth it.
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(21)
That couldn’t be right. There was no way that was right.
H.B.
Aaron would never forget the heartbroken look on your face when you saw those letters. The way your excited smile faded into an expression that went straight through his heart and made it bleed.
He was desperate to comfort you, but how could he find the right words to say when his whole world was crumbling in front of his eyes too? Every single dream, every single plan for the future, every single promise had vanished into thin air.
“These are not my initials,” you said quietly. You were still holding his hand in yours, staring at the new mark on his skin.
“Baby…” he whispered, cupping your cheek.
“No, Aaron,” you said, your eyes slowly filling with tears, “These are not my initials.”
Aaron pulled you into his arms as you broke down crying. You were holding onto him with a strength he didn’t know you had. He rubbed your back, trying to clear up his own thoughts.
How could the girl in his arms not be his soulmate? His best friend, his lover, his partner in everything? You were his family.
“I don’t care,” he whispered in your ear. “I don’t care what the mark says. You’re my soulmate.”
“I’m not,” you sobbed, pulling back so you could sit face to face again.
“You are. You’re the love of my life.”
“Apparently I’m not though,” you raised your voice. He knew you weren’t angry at him, you were angry at life. “God, Aaron, what the fuck? How could we have been so wrong?”
“We haven’t been wrong. I’m not gonna let an unknown fucking force decide who I’m spending my life with. You’re the one I want and I’m staying with you.”
“That’s not how it goes.”
“That’s exactly how it goes.”
You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, the way you always did to calm yourself down.
“Maybe we’re just meant to be friends.”
Aaron grabbed your jaw with his hand and pulled your face close to his, “Tell me when I was inside you earlier making you cry about how good you felt, did it feel like we were meant to be just friends?”
You wrapped your hand around his wrist and removed his hand from your face. “It doesn’t matter how I feel.”
“That’s actually all that matters to me.”
A deep sigh escaped your lips. “What are we going to do, Aaron?”
“I don’t know. We’ll figure it out, as long as we’re together.”
“This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go.”
“I know, my tulip.”
“It’s unfair,” you added, like a kid whose toy was stolen by their sibling.
“I know. But I love you, okay?”
“Okay.”
Aaron was grateful you let him hold you when he pulled you into a warm embrace. But it was impossible to keep the thoughts from running into dark places. Like the clear skin on your own wrist which would be soon stained with initials that weren’t going to be his either.
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(21)
It felt like the mark on Haley’s wrist was mocking you.
A.H.
The two letters you had been craving all your life to have them written on your skin, were decorating her wrist instead.
Haley was beautiful, smart, popular. The perfect girl next door.
You and Aaron had met her in high school. She was staring in a school play he was forced to participate in because of a bet he’d lost. You got along with her pretty well, and so did Aaron.
Back then you weren’t worried over the way they both used to geek over Star Wars – which you simply couldn’t get into, no matter how hard Aaron had tried to make you love – during rehearsals. You weren’t worried when he’d invited her to his birthday party that year and you had noticed her eyes sparkle when he had played his favorite Beatles’ song.
Back then none of that mattered. Because back then, Aaron was your soulmate.
Yet you still couldn't hate Haley, because she was in pain too.
Her birthday only a month after Aaron’s had confirmed your suspicions that his soulmate was her. And you could relate to her heartbreak, when Aaron had to break the news to her. When he informed her that no matter what their wrists said, he was choosing you instead.
Neither of you truly had him, and in that way you understood her.
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(21)
“Here.” You placed the hot cup of coffee you’d made for Aaron, next to his book.
“Thank you, honey,” he said, reaching out his hand to touch your waist under your shirt. With that motion he pulled you close to him, so you were standing right in front of his chair.
He wrapped his arms around you and your own hands got lost between his hair. Aaron left a tiny kiss on your stomach and looked up at you. “I’m anxious.”
“You’re going to do great. You’ve been studying non-stop for days now.”
“I don’t feel like I’m doing enough,” he admitted.
“You’re always so hard on yourself.” Your thumb rubbed the short hair on his temples as you kissed the tip of his nose. The nose kiss was followed by a soft one on his lips, before you pulled away again. “You’re doing more than enough. And I’m so proud of you.”
His dimples made an appearance and your heart smiled at your success. “There’s my boy.”
“Shut up,” he laughed, rolling his eyes. You could just pinch his cheeks every time you made him shy.
“Do you want me to help? We can go through some questions together. I’ll ask, you’ll answer.”
“Yeah,” he said, looking through his notes. “Haley gave me-”
At the realization of saying her name, he paused.
“It’s okay, you can mention her around me, I’m not gonna break,” you said, hoping you successfully hid the fact that you were annoyed.
He cleared his throat and continued. “Her cousin took the same exams last year, so she gave me his notes. He has written down all the questions that were on the test.”
“Good then. Let’s get to work.”
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(45)
“Good night, buddy,” he whispered, leaving a sweet kiss on his son’s forehead. Jack usually replied with a ‘Good night, daddy,’ but he was already fast asleep.
As Aaron made his way to the living room in order to clear up the floor from his son’s toys, he heard a knock on his door.
He walked towards it as silently as he could, and looked through the peep hole; the fear of a possible intruder still poisoning his blood.
But the face he saw on the other side of the door took his breath away.
A face he hadn’t seen in years. A face he saw every night in his sleep.
He didn’t let a second more to pass before opening his door.
“Y/N?” he said in a breath.
Your eyes were red, and full of tears. “I didn’t know where else to go.”
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ngl i would genuinely get off to making haley jealous and angry because of how fucking easy it is. my personal hc here but i think she was controlling and thought she had hotch wrapped around her finger and it infuriated her that his job was the only thing he refused to listen to her about. i also think she tried to baby trap him with jack in the assumption that would "fix" their marriage and when it only made it worse she blamed aaron for never being home when she easily couldve hired a nanny or regular babysitter so she could work or do whatever. i believe she cheated bc of that one phone call to their house when hotch answered and it was a random man asking for haley before hanging up and the look hotch gave her like yeah he knew she was fucking around too. i think it made her even angrier that when she filed for divorce hotch didnt even fight her onit! didnt ask to work things out or for counseling or anything. just "okay ill sign the papers when i get back from this case"
now assuming reader is mid twenties i think your very existence would have her enraged. aaron seems happier and even healthier. hes got more color in his face, hes put on some healthy weight, he smiles and laughs now, he takes more time off work, his life has clearly significantly improve since she left him and she cant fucking stand it. she thought she was the best thing that ever happened to him and now shes seeing in real time she's actually the worst thing ♥️♥️
and you thinks its funny as hell to watch a 40 year old woman with a whole ass kid be that bent out of fucking shape because the man SHE LEFT is fine without her. like yes maam i am younger than you, hotter than you, nicer than you AND i can ride the dick just right. stay pressed bitch 💕. and when she tries interfering in your relationship hotch asks you to put up with it just for a bit because he knows hack is still adjusting to coparenting and he wants the best for his son so you let him handle his exwife until she crosses a line and tries to accuse you of some shit and aaron finally puts his foot down and haley cant believe that shes really lost complete control over aaron (haha fuck you haley)
like i fantasize about a situation where haley is trying SOOOO hard to break yall up and drive a wedge between you two and it isnt until jacks birthday or some big family function aaron brought you too and haley cant help it but lowkey stalk yall all night and so youre like "aaron watch this" and you drag him off to some secluded corner and hes like ??? but you tell him "hold on baby give it a minute. bet you anything haley pops up" and then once you hear footsteps you give aaron a big fat smooch and surprise surprise!! whos coming around the corner? why its haleys stalker ass following you two like a creep!
i literally just want to cuck haleys pathetic ass because fuck her and her scraggly blonde hair and that nappy ass wig she had on in witness protection with her no-style-no-personality-all-about-me havin ass 😒😒😒😒
sorry this is such a convoluted mess i just hate that lady 😭😭
I NEEDN'T SAY MORE THIS IS EXACTLY MY THOTS I WANT THAT WOMAN SEEEETHING AT THE SIGHT OF AARON BEING HAPPY AND THRIVING. SHE WOULD ABSOLUTELY BE THE CRAZY EX WHO PROBABLY ENDS UP HARASSING YOU.
The SECOND she says smth nasty abt you Aaron is soooooo fucking pissed. She insults you saying you're just a whore sleeping with Aaron for his money (and cuz us babes are plus-size queens she HATES THAT) and that Aaron is not attracted to you.
And Aaron OOF he takes her to one side and tells her she is fucking nothing but the mother of his child now. That YOU are his everything. YOU make him the man he is now. He's fucking happy with you as the love of his life and that Haley made him chronically stressed and depressed and almost completely ruined his self esteem. He warns her to back the fuck off from him and reader. He does not want any communication with her unless it's to do with Jack. End of.
#cutie kenzie#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner#💌 ah asks#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotchner imagine
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It's 3:29 am I can't sleep, all I can think about is Shane getting sick of Little Miss Braty Haley, skipping the Saloon, and hate fucking her in her bed before Emily comes home...
I thought you could run with this maybe
omg 5:30 am as im posting this and i can't sleep either babe 😭 love this idea though... brat tamer shane and bratty haley 😏!? hehe
side note: i listened to "i'm yours" by isabel larosa on repeat while i wrote this, i recommend doing that HEAVYILY. it fits the vibe perfectly!!!!
-> 1.1k Words, F/M, Sexting, Teasing, Angry Sex, Light Brat Taming, Dirty Talk, Age Gap, 20's/35, FWB <- (MDNI)
it was supposed to be a one time thing, him and haley. just a quick fuck that somehow happened when he went to bring emily some cloth, only to find it was just haley home.
but as much as he tried to resist her, one time turned into 2. then 4. then 8 times. then... he lost count at that point. but he felt weird about it all. she was just so young, so beautiful, so much better than him.
not to mention he was friends with her older sister. the sister he saw every night at the saloon, the sister he was paired with every flower dance. it was awkward to say the least.
but after months of dragging it on, he finally cut her loose. he did what he thought was best for everyone. he didn't want to corrupt this bright, young woman with his issues. he wanted to be able to look emily in the eyes again without feeling embarrassed.
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it'd been a month since he cut her off. he was honestly surprised with his will power. he ignored every call, every dirty message, every suggestive photo.
but one night, he just couldn't fucking resist anymore. he was used to haley being a needy, bratty, little bitch. but that night she really upped her game.
he was at the saloon like usual, not long after emily had clocked in, when his phone started dinging like crazy.
he grunted to himself before taking it out of his pocket, "buh... who the hell is bothering me at this time of night?"
he nearly choked on his beer when he clicked the newest notification before looking closely. it was haley, in all her nude glory. his eyes were wide as dinner plates as he scrolled up to the first message of the night.
heyy shaneypoo - 9:50 pm
need you tonight xo - 9:56 pm
pleasee??? getting desperate here - 10:14 pm
you can't ignore me forever! - 10:23 pm
fine. maybe this will change your mind - 10:36 pm
what followed were a wide range of nudes and videos. starting with her in some sky-blue lingerie, and ending with a muted video of her rubbing her clit with spit-covered fingers.
the look on shane's face would've made a bystander think he just got news of his beloved chickens dying. eyes wide, red face, sweat beginning to collect. he had enough. he had to see her now, there was no point in trying to resist it anymore. he needed her just as much as she needed him, and he hated to admit that to himself.
so he slammed down his tab and left with his head down, leaving an extra 500 gold to be tipped to emily...
it was pouring down rain as he jogged to haley's house, leaving him soaked by the time he entered the front door. but he didn't care right now, the clothes wouldn't be staying on long anyways.
as he walked into her room, she was ready for him. hand still between her legs, skin glistening with sweat, panting and whining. she's so pretty it hurts.
his heart thumped in his chest at the sight. shit, he really missed this. but he wasn't going to be soft right now, she needs to be punished and fucked like the slut she is.
"shane..." her eyes were half-lidded as she spoke. her voice weak and needy.
"don't- say another word. get on all fours." he demanded, undoing his belt as fast as possible and walking to the edge of her bed.
once they were in position, he wasted absolutely no time. one of his large hands planted itself on haley's heart-shaped ass, as the other grabbed a fistful of her golden hair.
he slipped his thick cock inside her easily, her wetness completely eliminating any resistance. they both gasped at the intrusion. he really hated how much he missed this, how much he missed her.
he started fucking her at a ruthless pace, being completely selfish and focusing on his own pleasure the most. the room was now being filled to the brim with their lewd noises. all the moans, screams, headboard slamming, and sounds of skin slapping together was already bringing him dangerously close to the edge. he was going to try and hold out as long as possible, though.
he yanked her head back by her hair and knelt down to her ear, whispering dirty phrases that he knew would go straight to her core.
"god damn, you feel so fuckin' good." his free hand slapped her ass cheek, before kneading it roughly. "you know how hard it is to not pump my fucking load into you right now? you're like a fucking demon."
her cunt clenched hard around him after hearing his obscene words, squeezing so tight it was like she wanted to keep him trapped inside. shane groaned at the feeling of her pretty little hole fluttering around him.
he soon picked up the pace dramatically, giving fast, shallow thrusts. the bed was creaking in sync with the slamming of the headboard against the wall. he gave her plump ass a few more slaps, leaving a big red handprint that would surely be sore tomorrow. he knew she'd like that though. she loved being able to see and feel the aftermath of their late-night visits the next day.
shane removed his hand from her hair and pressed it between her shoulder blades, pining her chest and face to the mattress. he could feel his climax building quickly. he couldn't hold back any more, as much as he'd like to. it was all too much. he needed to fill her, claim her.
he grunted out his words, needing to hear her answer before allowing himself his release. "tell me who owns this fucking cunt."
"you- you, shane!" she was sobbing as she felt herself unravel around him. "you own me!"
"fuck!" he threw his head back as his came inside her, both of them moaning and cursing at the feeling. he fucked into her a few more times before pulling out completely, watching as his fluids poured from her pretty pussy and onto the sheets of her bed.
they both were breathing heavily as he got off the bed, letting her finally roll over and collapse onto her back. once he was finally dressed and leaving her room, he turned back and spoke to her one more time.
"i'll be back tomorrow, but this time, don't take the lingerie off. got it?" she just smiled and giggled in return, leaving him with butterflies.
what has he gotten himself into?
#good lord#not to suck my own cock but this is lowkey fire!!#stardew valley smut drabble#stardew valley smut#sdv smut#sdv shane smut#sdv haley smut#sdv shane x haley#sdv haley x shane#shane x haley
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two places at once - lando norris
lyrics from two places at once by haley joelle ... this song was on my discover weekly on spotify this week and i just had to write an angsty piece with it
wc: 1.3k
warnings: cheating, angst, some cursing
you said you’re finding yourself
it’s not about anyone else
you just want the best
but i know you meant
you don’t want the rest
“i can’t do this anymore.” lando’s words are like a hammer straight to your heart, the two years that you had spent together vanishing with only a few emotionless words. “i just need time for myself.”
no words make their way out of your mouth, and you know you probably look ridiculous, the way your mouth is open slightly as you stare in disbelief at the man that you were in love with. was it all an act? all the loving comments, the sweet dates, the moments that you held so near to you? was it fake or was the love you had really real? could it all fall away that quickly?
“so those two years mean nothing?” you say, a humorless laugh leaving your mouth when you finally say something.
“y/n,” he says, but you put a hand up to stop him. you don’t want his excuses. you don’t want to hear anymore nonsense come out of his mouth. time for himself? were you really that much of a burden to him that he needed to just get away?
said it’s all up to the universe
cause you can’t just say the words
you’re not willing to try
but you can’t decided
think i can read between the lines
you always know the answers
but you can’t seem to make up your damn mind
lando: are you awake? can i call you?
he could not be serious. it had been a few weeks since he had broken up with you, and while you knew that you should be pissed at him for even texting you, you couldn’t help the flutter in your chest at the thought of seeing him, if even for just one night. you hated yourself for it, you were so weak and spineless and you hated that you were so close to folding over him again.
y/n: yes
even quicker than you were sending the text, lando was calling you, the picture you had at his contact lighting up your screen. you hated how the smile on his face still brought butterflies to your stomach. you should be angry with him, he broke your heart, but you couldn’t deny that you were still in love with him, even if he had done the one thing he had promised he would never do.
“i’ve missed you,” he says when you answer, and you close your eyes, taking in a calming breath. “i’ve missed you so much and i am sorry for ending things with you.”
“lando, you can’t just call me whenever you feel like it,” you say trying to convey the anger that you should feel, but the words are weak as they leave your mouth. they don’t hold the weight that you want them to and you know you just sound defeated. “it’s not fair to me.”
“i know, baby,” he says, and against your better judgment, you’re choosing to believe him, allowing him to talk the sweet words that you loved and convince you all over again to be with him.
you don’t want me now, you might want me later
you leave out the truth, don’t want me to hate ya
it’s not our time, but i’m the one
you want it all, now you got none
the silence was deafening. another day had gone past without a single text from lando, and you felt stupid. it was so easy for him to weasel his way back into your heart, and here you were again, put on the backburner while he did whatever the hell it was he did when he was away during a race.
he used to text or call whenever he could, always checking on you, making sure that you were doing alright even though you knew he was so busy during his race weekends. but he once had loved you, and he made that effort. but now, you weren’t sure you believed any of the words he would say. if he loved you, he wouldn’t leave you wondering what he was doing for days on end.
y/n: hope you’re having a good weekend, good luck tomorrow (: call if you have time!
you sent the message, hoping for at least a crumb of attention from him. it was silly, you were 23 years old and here you were staring at your phone hoping for a boy to text you back, it felt so childish, but you sat there waiting.
lando: sorry been busy, don’t have time to call but will see you in a few days
the words were lies you discovered a few hours later, pictures of him with another girl surfacing on various gossip sites. you wanted to feel surprised, but you should’ve known, he’d been so distant recently and in your heart you knew that you were losing him, even if you wanted with everything in you to be able to deny it.
and when he came home a few days later, he pretended that everything was fine. was he just oblivious to the pictures online? or was he just hoping that you’d overlook that?
“hi, love,” he says, a smile on his face. but it wasn’t the smile you fell in love with. it wasn’t the smile that would reach his eyes, making them sparkle in a way that would just bring you in.
“hi,” you whisper, letting him pull you into his embrace because you knew that it was over. soon enough, you’d be on your way out of his life and you’d both be free of the shackles of this relationship.
i won’t wait around for you in december
so go have your fun and i’ll just remember
how i’ve been yours for months
and you’re in two places at once
“how long, lando?” you ask.
you’d brought up the pictures that you’d seen, and he didn’t try to deny it. he just nodded when you’d asked if he’d cheated, and to his credit, he did look somewhat upset about it.
“two months,” he says softly, and you feel your heart breaking all over again.
“did you break up with me the first time for her?”
he doesn’t answer with words, instead he just nods and you let out a disbelieving laugh. it was one thing to cheat on you in the first place but then to end the relationship, get back with you, and to still cheat on you? it was inexcusable and you felt absolutely stupid that you fell for his games.
“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you ask, and your words sound crazed as they leave your lips. “you should’ve just left me alone after you broke up with me. and how could i be so fucking stupid to fall for you again after you broke my heart?”
“you’re not stupid,” he says, reaching out a hand to touch your face but when you flinch away, he quickly drops it back to his side. “i’m sorry, y/n. i never meant to hurt you.”
“what do you mean? you cheated on me then broke up with me, only to get back with me and cheat on me again!” you yell, feeling even more stupid as you speak the words out loud. as you look at his expression, you don’t know what you see. sure, he looks apologetic, but clearly you didn’t know him anymore. “please, just get out of my life.”
“i really am sorry,” he says as he goes to leave, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment before he slips out the door, letting it fall closed behind him.
only then do you let the tears start to fall. from heartbreak, to feelings of inadequacy, to the feeling of your life being uprooted right from under you. every emotion wrecks through your body, the sobs shaking your body as you let yourself just feel.
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Hi I really enjoy your writing, and thought I would just send a request for a story! I was thinking for the plot the Mikaelsons find out the Haley verbally, and physically abused the reader, and keep them quiet by saying the Mikaelsons wouldn't believe them over the mother of Klaus's child, and for the pairing I would love to see the mikaelson siblings x reader.
Oh boy who is ready for angst
Warnings: Angst, fluff at the end, protective Mikaelsons
Y/N whimpered as she carefully lowered herself into her bath as the bruise on her chest made it a bit hard for her to breathe. Y/N was glad her lovers were out for the moment as she didn't want to explain the bruises caused by Hayley.
Y/N had began dating the Mikaelsons a year ago after catching all fours attention as they wanted her. For Y/N it was amazing be adored by four beautiful beings but Hayley hated her seeing Elijah just showering her with affection.
'They wouldn't believe you. After all your just human they forget about you within a year.'
Y/N felt a tear roll down her face feeling a ache in her chest and finish bathing then got dressed walking out jumping seeing Rebekah sitting on her bed.
"You okay love? It sounded like you were breathing too hard."
"I'm okay Beka. Just tired." Y/N said climbing into bed as Rebekah frowned as lately she noticed how Y/N would flinch away from intimate touches or avoided looking at their eyes. Something was wrong and Rebekah was going to find out what.
"Something is wrong with our little rabbit." Rebekah said walking into the den where Elijah, Klaus and Kol sat reading as Hayley was out with Jackson having took Hope to a zoo and Y/N was a work.
"What do mean?"
"She has been limping lately and when was the last time she allowed you to touch her?" Rebekah said as the men frown as they realized that Y/N had indeed avoided any intimate touching.
"We should find out what is wrong." Elijah said as they nodded putting a plan in place.
Y/N whimpered softly as she showered watching the water turn pink from her bleeding wound as Hayley was worst this time around. It hurt and Y/N was unsure just how much she could take.
"You should leave them as they wouldn't want to be with a weakling anymore."
Hayley's words echoed in the human's mind as she thought over the hybrid's words. Y/N choked out a sob making up her mind to leave her lovers. It was going to be painful but she knew it was for the best.
"They don't deserve you. After all you're human, just a toy."
Y/N shook her head blocking out the words as she had gotten dress stepping out ready to pack up. Once done Y/N thought over to leave a note but decided against it and left pushing away the pain.
"She'll love it Nik." Kol said as the siblings walked in the compound ready to see their lover. Kol was carrying a over sized stuffed bear for Y/N as a gift when Hayley walked out smiling at Elijah.
"A gift for Hope?"
"No, for our little rabbit." Klaus says watching Hayley wrapping her arms around Elijah's arm as Rebekah went up to get Y/N.
"She's gone!" Rebekah said coming back as the men frowned and right away began looking for Y/N.
Three weeks passed since Y/N ran off and since that time the siblings hadn't stopped searching for her as they weren't satisfied until she was in their arms again. Y/N had settled in a little town gotten a job as a tea maker and grower.
"Morning Y/N!"
"Morning Mrs. Brown." Y/N said waving as she worked in her tea garden. Y/N had recovered from Hayley's abuse a little bit while the outside scars healed but her inner scars lingered.
"You cut your hair." Y/N heard a familiar voice say as she looked seeing Elijah and Rebekah standing at her gate. They watched the love of their life stand seeing other then cutting her hair that she gained a little weight but she was still beautiful in their eyes.
"Freya found me."
"With help from Davina." Rebekah says smiling when Y/N let them in but her smile dropped seeing a scar on Y/N's arm and it caught Elijah's eye too.
"Care to tell us why you left? Don't lie baby." Elijah said watching Y/N closely as she sat on her steps with Rebekah.
"She said you won't believe me."
"Who?"
"Hayley." Y/N said tearing up remembering all that happened as Rebekah and Elijah gently coaxed her to tell them. Y/N broke down in sobs telling the two everything and Elijah cupping her face.
"Baby, we will always believe you."
Elijah was angry as he got home with Rebekah and Y/N following behind as Hayley looked surprised to see the human.
"Elijah, wh....." Hayley was cut off by Elijah wrapping an hand around her throat slamming her against a wall as Y/N jumped watching while Rebekah held her.
"When were you going to inform us that it was you that drove away Y/N?" Elijah growled as Klaus and Kol were quick to pull Elijah off of Hayley. The female hybrid fell coughing as Elijah stared eyes dark with anger it made Hayley shiver as she never seen Elijah like this.
"Care to explain yourself Elijah?" Klaus growled lowly glaring at Elijah while Kol moved next to Y/N hugging her having missed her.
"Tell Niklaus how you abused Y/N until she left Hayley. How you filled her head with lies." Elijah said lowly making both Kol and Klaus tense up as Hayley frowned standing looking at Elijah.
"Is that what she told you? What reason would I have to do that?"
"Your jealousy that Y/N got Elijah and not you." Rebekah said as Klaus turned glaring at Hayley who froze.
"Leave."
"Klaus you can't possibly believe this!"
"Y/N has no reason to lie. Now leave before I kill you. I am allowing you live for Hope's sake." Klaus said lowly as Hayley glared at Y/N leaving. Y/N sniffled as they hugged her muttering apologies for not noticing earlier.
"It's okay."
"No it isn't love."
"How we watch Y/N's favorite movie." Kol said as Klaus picked their human lover up agreeing and soon Y/N was wrapped up in Klaus's arms and Rebekah laying against her chest as Kol sat on the floor holding her hand and Elijah sitting on the couch with her and Rebekah's legs in his lap.
Y/N smiled falling asleep feeling safe as her lovers made a promise to try harder to keep her safe while it would take Hayley a long while to earn their favor again.
#mikaelson x reader#L.R writes#elijah mikaelson imagine#rebekah mikaelson imagine#klaus mikaelson imagine#kol mikaelson imagine
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Life In The Fast Lane
Aaron Hotchner x Male reader
You are paired up with Hotch to share a room for the night, time alone costs your cover when Hotch hears his name slip from your lips whilst showering
Tags - NSFW+18, M x M, Smut, Sexual tension, Implied Masturbation, Hotch overhears, Confrontation, Touching, Dom!Hotch, Blowjob, Praise, Facials, Hotel sex, Hotch is kinda a dirty boi, Aftercare, Soft boi!Hotch, Cuddles
A/N - I had too…
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“Hotch I’m fine…just tired is all” you finish your sentence with a stretch of your arms, reaching out into thin air as your body twitches, a yawn escaping your lips.
Hotch chuckles at the movement, eyes watching you closely. As much as he trusted you he never really believed a word you said when it came to your well-being, he knew how much you over worked yourself always wanting to make a good impression.
��Please by any means get some rest, I’ll clear up the case and try and get further with my research…it’s been a long day”
You fight the urge to ignore him but he was right, you were tired…but you were also distracted by the way his hands squeezed your shoulders within a reassuring grasp…Hotch was never one to be very touchy feely with pretty much anyone, but you…
You shuddered and Hotch felt that, slowly releasing your shoulders from his calloused arms. “I’ll just be over here” he smiles sweetly, pointing to the desk placed neatly beside the bed.
“Okay…I’m off to shower, i feel disgusting” you both chuckle once again, watching as Hotch took his classy suit jacket off, slumping into the bed as he wipes at his eyes.
You stalk towards the door, feeling yourself stir in your pants at the glare Aaron had on you. It was obvious you both had a connection that was rather to close for friends…even Derek teased you about it.
“Fuck” you mutter underneath your breath as you lean against the door, sighing as your boner simply wont go away, twitching inside of your boxers like no tomorrow…thanks to Hotch and his sinful glare…shoulder rubs…god you were down hard.
You really wish you were paired with anyone but Hotch, how were you suppose to survive a night with your boss, the man you had a HUGE crush on…the impossibility was growing rather quickly.
You begin to undress, the tiredness leaving you once you pop out of your pants with a groan, cock weeping and standing at attention. You shook your head, releasing any thought of him as you stepped underneath the shower head, twisting the nozzle as the warm water sprays over your weak body.
“Jesus…” you chuckle to yourself, bathing in the warm water as you feel your sore body relax. Your hands move across your body slowly but surly, with each movement you travelled lower until you gasped, finger tips brushing against your hard on.
Grasping at your cock, wanting fingers wrap around yourself gently, you feel yourself now tugging yourself back and forth, thoughts of Hotch and his hands flooded your mind, nothing but filth for that man had you wanting more.
“H-Hotch” you whimper lowly, making sure he couldn’t hear you…so you thought. You felt so dirty, such as a sinner would, but it was oh so right…
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You feel a wave of relief across your freshly smelling body but you infact were settling in for the night, placing the towel you used to dry yourself around your neck, you rub at the back of your head as you walk out.
Hearing the faint breathing of Hotch you stop in your tracks to turn to tiptoeing, closing the door behind you softly as you travel over to the shared bed trying your best to be quiet as possible not wanting a grouchy boss in the morning.
Once you were settled you sank into the sheets, head resting softly against the silk pillows. Closing your eyes you feel yourself slipping away into sleep.
“I heard you…”
Even with a whisper he made you jump, eyes opening to be met with his deep hazel orbs staring back at you. Even in the semi dark room you feel the blush rise in your cheeks.
“I-I” you had no words, none at all, but that was okay because he silenced you with one of his thick digits, your lips sealing shut as he pulls it away. “Do you mean it?” He questions, hands moving to wrap gently at your waist, pulling you closer to him.
You swallow thickly, feeling his breath fan against your cheek which had you practically melting, but you nod very eagerly. Hotch smiles sweetly, slowly meeting you half way with his lips embracing your own within a passionate kiss.
A sudden rush of adrenaline washes over you, your legs now scrambling to crawl into his lap, lips still latching together, his tongue now fighting against your own for dominance obviously winning, not that you minded at all.
You grind against his lap like a bitch in head, feeling him grin against your wet puffy lips as his hands rake up your back, helping you push into him as he takes away your innocence…you surly will regret this in the morning not that you cared right now…you just wanted him.
“Let me make you feel good” you breath against his skin, lips sealing around the skin on his neck, but this time you go slower, your free hand lifting up the thin sheet that stuck to his hip revealing his hardening member.
Hotch hadn’t been this way with anyone since Haley, he didn’t want to be….until you. He anticipated your lips as you trailed down lower, peppering kisses from his throat to his slightly hairy chest, his large hands coming to grasp at your neck.
He groans once again at the feeling of your fingers snaking around the base of his cock, his balls drawing up as you begin to continue your quest to help pleasure him.
You almost forgot how big he actually was down there, your hand now exploring the cock you know as Hotch’s, each ridge, each ridge sliding back and forth as his foreskin slowly overlaps the bulbous angry tip.
“I-I am i doing good?” You question, eyes looking up into his lustfilled ones, his mouth slightly agape as he takes in the sight of you, mouthing at his balls as you slowly jerk him back and forth.
Several moans escaped his open mouth as your tongue drew a long strip of saliva up towards the tip. His grip grew tighter as you kitten licked at his slit, pre-come oozing out onto your tongue giving you a mouthful of his taste.
Humming you stopped your teasing, Hotch’s deep grunts and his bossy hand tangled within your hair ordering you to wrap your lips around the sensitive head.
You wrapped your hand around him, pumping what you couldn’t fit in. Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed your head up and down slowly. You completely took him from your mouth, releasing him with a pop, looking up at him you smile seductively.
He groans, pushing you back down until your nose is buried deeply in balls, tears pricking your eyes as you choke around him, retching at the intrusion in your throat. Using his hand he pulls you off.
You took him back into your mouth, glancing through your lashes at him, you sucked in a breath through your nose. Moving your hands upwards, you placed one hand on his slightly toned stomach, taking him back into your mouth, you sink all the way down, nose brushing against his navel. You gag but keep yourself there for a few seconds before he pulled you off again.
Your lips were covered in a thick layer of saliva, a string connecting you to his cock still, taking in every detail had Hotch cumming already all over your pretty, abused face, each shot covering a different part of your face.
Aaron’s face is fucked out, flush from the pleasure as he grew soft in your grip. A few slaps of his cock to your face you grew tired, your cock aching between your legs as he pulls you up to his chest.
You look slightly sad knowing you’ll be aching for hours more. “We aren’t done sweetheart”
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You woke up to large arms wrapped around your waist, you were held closely to a slowly rising and falling chest, presumably Aaron’s.
You had flashback’s from the night before and all you could think about Hotch…How good he made you feel…how he really felt about you.
You could feel him stir, a sleepy chuckle escaping his lips as he kissed you on the cheek several times. “Morning sleepyhead” you smirk, pecking him on the lips as you fist his jet black hair.
“How are we going to explain this to the team…we weren’t exactly quiet last night” Hotch takes in your sleepy form, he couldn’t help but smile warmly at you.
“I don’t care…i want everyone to know you are mine now…nobody else’s…”
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01x02 (PART 3)
Season One Episode Two: Wendigo
Part 1 Part 2
Summary: a sprained ankle and flare guns
Word Count: 3.6k
After finding a good camping site, the crew settled down to create a safe space. Hailey and her brother lit a fire while Dean drew Anasazi symbols in the dirt, circling the whole campsite. It had the same effect as salt did on demons. The wendigos couldn’t cross them, protecting whatever was inside of it. Sam and you sat off to the side on a giant log as Sam drew meaningless symbols in the dirt. It had been silent for too long.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” You questioned, bumping shoulders with him gently.
“I’m--” Sam started to speak, but you interrupted him knowing exactly what he would say.
“You’re not fine, Dean is supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?” You joked, but to avail. Sam sat straight-faced, unimpressed by your joke however funny you had found it. “Talk to me, please,” you begged, dipping your head slightly to see his face.
He didn’t look up at you but he did start talking. “Dad isn’t here. That much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message or a sign, right?” He asked. You hesitated but agreed anyways. “If he’s not here, then let’s get these people back to town and hit the road. There’s no point in even being here,” Sam said and threw the stick down at the ground in frustration.
“Because Sam, John left us his journal. His single most prized possession. Everything he knows about every single evil thing is in there and now we have it. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off, saving people. Hunting things,” you tried to reason with him although you took those words right out of Dean’s mouth. It was the same thing he had been telling you for weeks prior to finding Sam when you felt as if all hope was lost and you wanted to quit. Just like Sam did.
“That makes no sense,” Sam said, rubbing his hands over his face. “Why can’t he just tell us where he is, why all these secret messages?” Sam groaned. You could tell how frustrated he was, with all this John drama and losing Jess. It was the wrong time to feel glad. Glad that he was being open with you and glad you were sitting alone with him, with the fire crackling in the background. No matter how weird the situation or conversation was, you could almost pretend it was normal for a second. Almost.
“I don’t know, Sam, but the way I see it, we have a job to do, to save these people,” Sam just shook his head at your answer.
“I have to find Dad and Jessica’s killer. It’s all I can think about,” you nodded in understanding, and those passing thoughts you had just seconds before all went away with that sentence. Of course, you knew that that was all Sam was thinking about, but you let your feelings get the best of you and you were kicking yourself now.
“I promise you, we will find them but you have to be prepared. The search for them could take a while and you have to let go of that anger, please. It’s going to kill you,” you tried to reason again. The look in his eyes when he looked at you didn’t look like Sam. He looked angry and ready to kill. “Please Sam, for me. For your brother.”
Sam looked down at the ground for a moment and then back up at you. When his eyes met yours again, his features softened and he grabbed your hand, “how do you guys do it?”
“For one, them,” you said, tossing your head back to motion towards Hailey and her brother. “Saving people. When my mom died, you guys were the only thing that got me through that. I was so lost, so confused but you guys gave me another family. A second chance and a chance to save people like me,” Sam glanced over at Haley and Ben sitting by the fire and then Dean, who was sitting opposite of them but keeping a close eye on the two of you.
Sam looked back at you, his eyes almost piercing your soul and you caught your breath. He smiled softly at you and pulled you in for a hug but before your bodies could connect, a man’s voice screamed for help. The two of you shot up and ran over to Dean, Sam flicking his flashlight on. The moment was gone before it had even started.
Everyone stayed tight inside the circle, spinning around as the voices drew closer and louder coming from all directions. The man’s voice soon turned into growling and the trees around you began rustling. Dean cocked his gun and so did Roy, pointing it towards the open woods, as if that would help anyway. “It’s here,” Sam said as the growling intensified.
Roy began shooting, even after we told him it would just piss the Wendigo off, but he didn’t care, shooting it many times over. The thing scowled in pain and Roy ran after it and into the woods. Dean called out for him to come back and stay with the group, but Roy didn’t listen. Instead, he disappeared into the trees.
Your breath caught in your throat as Dean turned around, and pointed to everyone but making firm eye contact with you. “Stay here!” He yelled before turning around and running off behind Roy.
“DEAN!” You yelled after him, your feet starting to move to follow after him but Sam grabbed your arm, holding you back. You could feel his fingers wrapped around your bicep but all you were focused on was Dean.
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After an hour of waiting for Dean, your heart rate never slowing down, he finally came back. Alone. According to Dean, the Wendigo got a hold of him and he was gone. Tied up in the trees, to be more specific. You were never more happy to see Dean in your whole life, engulfing him in a massive hug the moment you saw him.
The rest of the night was spent in the circle and thankfully, no one else got hurt and the Wendigo didn’t come back. You wandered off of the campsite in search of Sam, who was found sitting alone against a broken tree stump, fumbling with John’s journal. You messed up his hair gently before plopping down in front of him, your legs crossed.
“Hey,” he mumbled, not looking up.
“Hey,” you mumbled back, mocking his tone of voice. He half-smiled at you and you took the journal from him, taking his hands in yours. You closed it up, placing it in your lap so Sam couldn’t pay attention to it anymore. The two of you hadn’t even talked about what the woman in white said during your last hunt, the both of you so focused on Jess’s death and finding John, and now this. It didn’t seem like the proper time, but it was hard to catch a moment alone. “I love you, you know that? Right?” You said carefully.
Sam’s head shot up to look at you, his face turning in confusion. He grabbed your hand and his thumb began rubbing the back of it. “I love you, too, y/n. What’s that about?” He asked. You shrugged your shoulders and looked down at the ground but his foot kicked yours causing you to look up at him.
“I just want you to know that I’m sorry about Jess and I want you to grieve in your own way, but I think you should also let me know when you’re done grieving because there are some things I want to say to you,” he nodded slowly at your words but not seeming to fully understand what they meant. You tried to pick your words carefully but that was the best you could come up with.
“Can’t you just tell me now?” Sam asked, curious as to what you were talking about but you shook your hand in response. You kissed the back of his hand and then dropped it.
“When you’re done grieving her, she deserves that,” you said and stood up. Sam’s eyes followed you as you walked back to the campsite to find Dean. When you returned, the group was huddled around the fire that had gone out at some point last night and came up with a plan to kill the flesh-eating monster that probably had Hailey’s brother. The main adjective: find his hiding spot and torch the sucker, fire being their main weakness. Wendigo’s are experts at surviving long winters without food, so they keep their victims alive, feeding on them whenever they want, meaning Tommy may still be alive in this monster's nest.
The group began walking, all the supplies in tow, and just searched for any signs of the wendigos nest. You were finding nothing and Sam stopped everyone, pointing to a pair of claw marks running up and down a tree trunk. You leaned into Dean’s chest after observing the marks and whispered, “these claw marks are a little too easy to follow, could be a trap,” Dean looked down at you, amusement in his eyes at you. Almost as soon as you said it, a loud growling happened around you and the wind picked up in the trees but you knew it was just the wendigo moving fast towards you. Everyone backed up into the trunk of the tree, Dean putting his arm out over your middle to protect you. Hailey screamed from next to you, causing everyone to look her way. Her eyes were looking up towards the tree, focusing on something you couldn’t quite make out until it was too late. She jumped to the side just as Roy’s body fell from the treetop. Sam ran to her aid, picking her up to help her along.
“His neck is broken, we gotta go!” Dean yelled and wrapped his arm around your middle as you and the group took off in the opposite direction, the growling intensifying. You ran as fast as you could but you had to stop when you heard a grunt come from Ben. You turned back to look, seeing Ben face-first on the ground. You went back to help him and Sam followed after you. As soon as you helped Ben up, Hailey’s scream echoed through the woods and the three of you ran towards it. After a few moments of running, you realized that they were gone.
Ben yelled her name through the trees but all you could think about was where Dean went. He was too brave for this job, consistently getting himself in sticky situations and without knowing where the nest was, there was no way of knowing where Dean was. Your whole body was frozen as Sam frantically looked around the area for him.
“If it keeps its victims alive, why would it kill Roy?” Ben asked, his voice shaky, questioning the death of the guide.
“He probably pissed it off,” you mumbled as you and Sam looked for clues, Ben shaking beside you. You noticed something odd on the ground. You bent down, picking it up and spinning it around in your hand. “SAM!” You yelled as soon as you figured out what it was. He looked over at you and you showed it to him, following the trail of M&M’s Dean had left.
Sam chuckled, taking the M&M in his hand. He shook his head and then looked down at you, a goofy grin plastered on your face. You knew that the trail would lead you exactly to where the wendigo took Dean and Hailey, so you guys followed it until it stopped. After trekking through the woods for God knows how long, you stumbled across an old abandoned wood shack, with a red warning sign on the door. Sam went through the opening first and you followed behind Ben. You were engulfed immediately by a dark, wet room. The smell of musk filling your nose. As you three walked, you heard a faint growling noise coming from deeper into the building. Sam quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you around a corner. You pulled Ben after you. He let out a grunt but Sam held his arm out, bringing his finger to his lips to shush the boy. You remained as quiet as possible until the monster Sam sensed was gone. You could feel how nervous Ben was next to you.
You kept following Sam through the building, glancing around at your surroundings. You were so nervous about what was around you, that you didn’t notice the floorboards being cracked underneath you. You heard the creak just seconds before you felt the support under you give way, causing you all to plummet to the ground. Everyone groaned out in pain but you bit your lip, stifling a scream as a shooting pain shot up your ankle. Your hands immediately went to your ankle, trying to ease the pain but it didn’t work.
Sam groaned as he forced his way up, rushing to your side. “Are you okay?” He whispered, his hands hovering over your ankle. He wanted to touch you and inspect you but he was hesitant because he didn’t want to hurt you. You just nodded, a groan escaping your lips as you nodded towards Ben.
“Check on him, first,” you mumbled. Ben gasped as he opened his eyes, checking out his surroundings. You and Sam shot your heads over, seeing bones and skulls scattered across the ground. Sam ran to him, making sure he was okay as you took deep breaths of your own, trying to muster up enough strength to make it out of this with what you assumed to be a twisted ankle. There was growling in the distance and then a cough, from where you fell, you couldn’t see what was around the corner but Sam sure could.
“Dean,” he whispered before he ran around the corner. You used the wall to prop yourself up, seeing as Sam just left you. You limped around the corner to follow him and saw Dean and Hailey hanging from the ceiling, ropes tied around their wrists. Their bodies were covered in blood. You gasped at the sight of them and hopped over to Sam as fast as you could, putting your hand on his shoulder to balance yourself. “You okay?” Sam asked, moving Dean’s head back and forth to check him out. He was grunting, which meant he was alive. His eyes opened and he nodded at you two. You tried to put pressure on your ankle, knowing you’re gonna need it to help him get out of this situation but it just hurt. After knowing Dean was okay, Sam wrapped his arm around your waist and walked you over to the wall, setting you down. You tried to catch your breath as you settled into the wall as Sam went back to Dean, getting him down from the ceiling. Soon, Dean was sitting down right next to you - you both just a pile of useless.
“You sure you’re alright?” You ask Dean. He grunted out in pain as his answer and adjusted his body so he was more comfortable.
“Yup, mhm, where is it?” He groaned, holding his middle in pain.
“It’s gone, for now,” Sam said, kneeling in front of you. You checked Dean over as best you could from your spot next to him for any more injuries and then Dean looked at you, your ankle swollen.
“What hell happened to you,” he asked, shaking his head.
“What can I say, I stuck the landing,” you joked and Dean managed to chuckle a little
before checking you over for any injuries even though his were clearly more severe. Ben was helping Hailey when she noticed Tommy hanging a few feet in front of them. You stayed sitting with Dean as Sam went with the siblings to cut him down. You checked out your own surroundings, noticing a pile of stuff that the wendigo probably had stolen. You rummaged through it, finding flare guns. You handed one to Dean.
He managed to stand up, helping you up with him. He showed the guns off to Sam. “Those will work,” Sam chuckled, taking one of them. As you guys tried to get out of the nest, your ankle had started to feel a little better but you were still limping, pain shooting up your leg as you walked. Hailey and Ben were holding Tommy up behind you and the boys as the growling that was once non-existent, grew louder.
Sam and Dean held up the flare guns in anticipation for the wendigo’s return. You could tell exactly what direction the growling was coming from and Dean looked to Sam, “you thinking what I’m thinking?”
You shook your head in between the two boys, “no, no, no,” you repeated over and over again, knowing exactly what they were thinking but Dean did it anyways and headed straight towards the growling, yelling for it to come find him. You sucked in a deep breath, losing sight of Dean once again. Sam nodded towards Hailey and her brothers to keep going and get out as soon as possible. You, Sam, and the group moved through the tunnels as quickly as your leg would let you. Sam turned towards you and yelled for you to continue on with Hailey and Ben. “What about you and Dean?” You asked, protesting against leaving them again.
“Y/n, go! Get them out, we’ll be fine! Go!” He yelled, motioning you out. You listened and led them down some railroad tracks, trying to navigate your way out. You heard a scream and the flare gun go off, light falling from where you had left Sam. He came running out from the darkness, yelling for you to run and you did as fast as you could but you screamed out in pain every step of the way. Finally, you hit a dead end but that meant you were trapped. Sam pushed everyone against a wall, blocking you with his own body as the monster got closer. As it stepped into the light, Dean’s voice echoed from behind. The monster stopped in his tracks as the flare gun went off, a little ball of light starting from his stomach where he got hit and slowly spreading across its entire body. Eventually, the whole thing combusted in flames and you hid your face behind Sam’s back.
As the monster crumbled to the ground in ashes, Dean looked at you, “not bad, huh?” He joked, shrugging his shoulders. You looked up at Sam as he turned around to you and he had a giant smile on his face, you couldn’t help yourself but wrap your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you off the ground. The gesture relieved a lot of the pain in your body and you were grateful for not only that, but also his warm embrace. It ended all too soon.
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The ambulance lights flashed across your face as you sat on the curb, the paramedic wrapping up your ankle. You were finally out of the woods. You winced at the pain, the pressure from the bandage causing you more pain than actually walking on it. It was most definitely sprained and running on it didn’t make matters any better for you. The paramedic left you on your own with your ankle all wrapped and you sat back against your palms on the concrete.
“You did good out there, y/n, thank you,” Sam said, catching you by surprise. It took a lot of effort for his long body to get down to your level, but he did it anyway and sat down on the curb next to you.
“Yeah? Why’s that,” you asked, tilting your head so it was on your own shoulder, looking over at Sam. He smiled at you, giving you the most beautiful look. Like you were the moon, so full of wonder and amusement.
“I knew you were freaked out, being in the woods with that thing but you helped those people and you did good,” you smiled at him and bumped your shoulder into his as you looked over at Dean and Hailey talking.
“$10 and you buy me a burger that she kisses him,” you bet, nodding your head towards them and raising your eyebrows at him. Sam chuckled and stuck out his hand.
“Deal,” he said and you shook it. The two of you sat and watched them converse until the paramedic came over to pull Hailey away to take Tommy to the hospital finally. Thankfully, he was going to be okay. Just as Sam thought he was going to win, Hailey leaned over and kissed Dean on the cheek.
“HA! I win, loser,” you taunted and Sam wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling you down like he was going to give you a noogie. “Let me go!” You whined, trying to pry his strong arm off of you.
Sam let the grip on you go, but his arm still hung loosely around you. “You always win, pretty girl,” Sam mumbled as you settled into his arms. “Shall we go?” He asked and you nodded as he helped you up and over to the Impala. ‘I think I will drive now,” Sam said. Dean nodded in approval, shocked that Sam actually took him up on his offer. He tossed the keys over, Sam catching them in the air. You had no idea where your next hunt was going to take you, but you did know that Sam now owed you a burger.
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#spn#spn rewrite#spn fan fic#spn fic#spn imagine#spn blurb#supernatural#supernatural rewrite#supernatural imagine#sam x reader#dean x reader#sam winchester#dean winchester#reader insert
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Back To You - Part 3
summary: you’re consulting on a case with reid when he introduces you to his boss, aka, your high school best friend and the love of your life who previously chose haley over you.
pairing: fem!reader x aaron hotchner
warnings: explicit language, more angst
AN: i promise it gets better, just stick it out friends. it hurts so bad for it to feels so good. but also yay for angry!spencer.
word count: 2.1kish
read part 2: here.
Hotch is sitting at his desk a few days after seeing you. His guilt and self-loathing are at an all time high. Over the years it had gotten easier to tell himself that he did the right thing by choosing Haley. But seeing you so upset in front of him after all this time confirmed what he always knew.
He knows that it’s wrong for him to be jealous but as soon as you left that day he looked up everything he could find on Chris. He was shocked to learn that Chris was from Japan and that you’d met him in your doctorate program. He felt even worse when he realizes that he’s looking for a reason to hate him, a dead man. A dead man that by all accounts took care of you and loved you and your daughter wholeheartedly. He had no right to be doing this and yet three days later he still had the file up on his computer.
There’s a knock at his door and he softly tells whoever it is to come as he minimizes the file. It’s Reid. Hotch had immediately noticed the coldness Reid exhibited towards him after consulting with you. Reid had yet to say anything to him and it was starting to get under his skin.
“Here’s the report, Hotchner.” Reid says in a monotone voice.
He openly finches at the use of his last name. “If you have something to say to me then you need to just say it. But let me remind you that you know nothing about my relationship with her or what it was like then.”
“I know enough to think differently of you.” Reid looks him directly in his eyes.
“Reid-“
“No, you know what, I’m tired of holding my tongue. Why’d you leave her? Was it because she was poor, Hotch? Would she not meet your mom and dad’s standards?” Reid puts his hands down on the desk, leaning over it.
“No, of course-“ Hotch’s eyes widen in surprise. Reid didn’t often get upset like this and he was he usually ended up being passive aggressive.
“You broke her. You used her to make yourself happy and then you broke her.” He jabs his finger at Hotch angrily.
“That’s not true, I love her. I made her happy too.”
“Then why didn’t you fucking choose her? I’ve known her for all of 3 days and I know she’s worth choosing.”
“That’s enough, you need to lower your voice and go back to work Agent.” Hotch’s voice is dangerously low.
“I’m glad that you didn’t choose her, because you obviously don’t deserve someone as kind and sweet as her.” Reid says knowingly causing Hotch to roll his eyes.
“You don’t even know her! You’ve met her once!” He shouts, his deep voice echoing through the room causing Reid to take a step back.
“I’ve seen her since then and I plan on seeing her again.”
“What?” Hotch looks up at him again, taking in the smug look on Reid’s face.
“I spoke clearly and articulately, I shouldn’t need to repeat myself.” Reid turns and walks toward the door but Hotch calls after him before he walks out. “What?”
“I didn’t mean to hurt her, I thought I was doing the right thing. For everyone.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Reid slams the the door shut.
Everything Reid said was true. Hotch couldn’t deny a single word of it. Even if he hadn’t meant too, he had used you and broken you. The most true of these things was that he didn’t deserve you. After what he’d done he could never, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try.
He’d been wondering for days if he should call you and try to reconcile. He would’ve tried the day you walked into his office but he was so taken aback, his brain so scrambled that he couldn’t think straight. He looks up your office number and calls. It was still early in the day, and he could see that your office was open.
“This is the office of Dr. Y/n Y/l/n. My name is Astrid, how can I help you?”
“Hi, my name is Aaron Hotchner, I’m a consultant of Dr. Y/l/n, and I was wondering if could put me through to her.”
“One moment, sir.”
“Sure.” He says politely. He hears the echos of a conversation but can’t make out what’s being said.
“I’m sorry, sir but Dr. Y/l/n isn’t available right now. Can I take a message?”
“Um, no that’s alright. Is there a better time for me to reach her?”
There’s a pause. He wonders for a moment if you’re avoiding him.
“I’m sorry sir, I’m not at liberty to discuss her schedule unless you’re a client.” She says firmly, her previously polite tone at little sharp.
“No need to be sorry, thank you Astrid. Have a great day.”
“You too, sir.”
Hotch immediately hangs up and makes his way to Garcia’s office, avoiding the looks he gets from his team. “Garcia, I need you to look something up for me and it needs to be discreet.”
“Of course, what can I do for you, Hotch?” She pushes her glasses up and turns towards him.
“Could you look up all contact information for Dr. Y/n Y/l/n and also find a way to see her schedule for today.”
“Sure, sir.” She turns to the screen, her fingers flying across the keyboard. “Oh, she’s gorgeous. And super duper smart. Oh, no, her husband…wow their daughter is such a cutie. And she’s…from the same town as you, sir. Do you know her?”
“We were friends in high school.” He keeps his explanation short.
“Oh. Sir, if I hack into her schedule it would be a violation of HIPAA.”
“You’ve done it before.”
“Right, of course sir. Am I looking for anything in particular?”
“A gap in her schedule today.”
“She’s open in about half an hour, from 1-3 p.m.”
“Send all of this to me, and please let’s keep this between the two of us. Thank you Penelope.”
“Of course sir.” She nods, curiosity brimming in her eyes, but she doesn’t ask any questions as she watches him storm away.
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You couldn’t believe him. How dare he try to contact you at your job after what transpired between the two of you the other day. You were in your office fuming when your personal cell starting ringing. Before answering you check the call directory; it’s the same number he called from before. After declining the call you block the number and lay down on the couch in your office. It wasn’t uncommon for you to take a nap on your long gaps but your brain was racing with the thoughts of Hotchner. That wasn’t uncommon either. You’re curled up on the couch just on the brink of sleep when you hear some commotion outside.
“Sir, you can’t go in there.” You hear Astrid yell.
“I’m with the FBI I can do what I want.” His statements makes you roll your eyes. Cocky, entitled bastard.
Fuck.
The door swings open and there he is. You’d seen him more in the last three days than you had in years.
Standing you cross your arms. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
He closes the door behind him. “I’m a coward.”
“Bastard is a more accurate description, but coward works too.”
“I royally fucked up when I let you go.” He laughs a humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair.
“We don’t need to do this again.” You groan, exasperated.
“But you shouldn’t have pushed me away either.”
“If you came here to blame me some more you can piss off, I don’t have time for this.”
He moves toward you, and just like that night you take a step back, scared of what his contact would do to you. “I came here so that we can fix this. There’s a chance for us if we’re just honest with each other.”
“You’re so full of shit, Hotchner. If we’re honest with each other? I was honest with you that night when I told you I loved you! And you were pretty honest in the way you walked out and went to have happily ever after with Haley.”
“I shouldn’t have left, I should’ve fought for you. I know that, I’ve thought about it every day. But you could’ve fought for me too.”
Your mouth drops open in shock at the audacity he has. “You know what bastard isn’t a strong enough anymore, let’s go for piece of shit who can’t take accountability for his actions.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Don’t-“ You start but then there’s a sharp knock on the door and it opens. Your security guard, Monty, regards you calmly though you can see the anger brimming in his eyes.
“Y/n, is everything alright in here?” He asks gently, not taking his eyes off of you.
“I’m okay, Monty, I’ll let you know if I need you.” You give him a grateful smile.
“Alright.” He looks over at Hotch. “Make sure you keep your distance from her, sir.” Before Hotch can respond he closes the door.
Everyone in the office had probably heard everything. You bend down to turn the sound machine on and then square your shoulders at Hotch.
“Here’s your ‘honesty’. Every single day since that night I have asked myself why I wasn’t enough for you. Every single day. I studied psychology in undergrad, I got my masters and my doctorate studying human behavior, trying to understand minds, all because I wanted to know. I needed to know what I could’ve done to make it alright for you to leave me like that.”
“Y/n-“
“No, let me finish. I’ve read countless books, listened to podcasts, and gone to seminars. I have hours and hours of assignments and tapes and sessions trying to gain enough knowledge to know why I wasn’t enough for you. To make it worse, I had a husband, a wonderful, loving, perfect husband who cherished me in a way you could never telling me that I was enough. I have the sweetest daughter in the world who looks at me like I’m the moon and the stars. And still after all these years I feel inadequate. It’s not all on you, I could be better at moving on but you should’ve done better Hotchner. You should’ve treated me how I deserved.” You internally pat yourself on the back for not letting the tears in your eyes spill.
Hotch can’t say the same. He’d known that he hurt you, there was no denying that but he didn’t realize that it affected you so deeply. He wipes away the tears on his cheeks angrily, knowing he has no right to be the one crying in this situation. “I know and I want to make it up to you, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you just give me a chance.”
“There’s no way you could ever remedy what you did. You need to get out. Now.” Your voice is cold.
“Please, Y/n, I love you.”
Why had it taken him so long to say it? Why did it still affect you so much? It feels like time just stopped. Internally you’re screaming after finally getting what you’d wanted for all these year but on the outside you keep your demeanor cool.
“I owe you nothing. You think you can just waltz in here after all this time and say the words you should’ve said and I’ll just swoon?”
“No, that’s not what I’m asking for, I’m just asking for a chance.”
“Well it’s too fucking late.”
“I’ll do anything.” He pleads.
You almost break when you see the depth of sadness in his eyes. But you shake your head and stand your ground. “Start by getting out or I’ll get Monty to remove you.”
“Only if you have dinner with me tonight. My place.”
“I’m having dinner with Spencer. Now please, go.”
He nods and you’re surprised you don’t get more of a reaction from him. He simply asks, “Tomorrow?”
“Fine. Tomorrow we can have dinner, in public, that’s it. Now go.” You point to the door. You watch him leave and as soon as the door shuts you sit on your couch and the tears start to fall.
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hi! i hope this isn’t too late haha but i had a few thoughts bouncing around:
one is that derek and hotch are dating in college, and dereks annoyed hotch never comes to the games cuz he’s busy studying or whatever and finally hotch ends up throwing around the ball with morgan somehow and is actually good? like morgan is impressed and hotch just smirks
another is that dereks jealous for some reason on a case so takes an unnessxary risk in the field, but it’s not him who gets hurt it’s Hotch when he goes in as team leader to free/save him, and Derek feels so ducking terrible but there’s a light at the end of the tunnel—
lastly like pretend they just started dating when Hotch got posted to Pakistan. do they talk? do they skype? does Morgan pick him up at the airport? what does morgan think about bearded hotch?
Okay, so I've got little blurbs started for two of them and one finished for the other...my brain is all over the place. Still! You sent this freaking ages ago and here is a blurb for the second idea after I sat on this for so long. It's barely coherent and not really what you asked for exactly, please forgive me.
Warnings: harassment, car accident, hospital
Words: ~2000
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It started out rough. The lead detective was pretty and blonde, bearing a striking resemblance to Haley. It was New York City all over again. Everyone made their snide little comments, quipped about Hotch spending a little extra time with her. At first it had flown right over his head, Morgan knew better, he'd already gone through all of this once and he wasn't eager to repeat any of it. Morgan knew he had nothing to be concerned about, it wasn't like Haley was Hotch's only physical type – he'd drunkenly talked about all sorts of people he thought were gorgeous, none of whom even resembled Haley in the slightest. Hotch had what Morgan liked to refer to as unique taste and a very active imagination – some of the most attractive people he could think of were fictional, nothing but words on a page and yet he was enamored of them so completely it was almost as if they were real. Morgan didn't get it but he loved the way Hotch's weird brain worked. Still, even knowing all of that, knowing Hotch better than anyone else on the team, every time he saw Detective Lacey's face, her big bright smile and her tight skirt he couldn't ignore the pulse of angry electricity in his veins. In truth, he was probably far more attracted to her than Hotch was, but the team wouldn't let it die. Once they saw how it got under Morgan's skin, they doubled down.
It got worse. High speed car chases were usually Morgan's favorite, especially when Hotch was telling him where to go. Their minds clicked so fast, anticipating the other's next two moves in the blink of an eye so that before Hotch could get the words out Morgan was already making the turn. Reid sat beside Morgan in the passenger seat enjoying the front row seat to the mad way they clicked while Detective Lacey and Hotch sat in the backseat so Hotch could spread the map out over his lap and navigate. Sure, GPS would have worked but Reid had so graciously noted every place there was road construction or anything else providing a detour in the city so going analog made more sense, and it was a little more fun. As Morgan hooked a sharp left, Detective Lacey slid her hand beneath the map and let it rest on Hotch's thigh. He didn't see it, and he didn't see the flush rise beneath Hotch's collar as his level of discomfort rose. In fact he'd spent the entire week feeling it – she'd been following him a little too close, touching him a little too often. He was standoffish at the best of times but her familiarity after so little a time had him hoping they could get this case solved as quickly as possible to avoid her advances. Rossi had laughed at him when he complained about it in private.
“So tell her it makes you uncomfortable, tell her you're seeing someone,” he said, very matter of fact. Hotch pursed his lips and contemplated both options, shook his head no and sighed.
“I can't do anything to jeopardize the case,” he said softly. “She may feel I've lead her on by not saying anything until now. And if I've misread her intentions? What if I...” He could be like a child in a suit sometimes, though Rossi could see his point. A man in his position had a lot to consider when it came to interpersonal relationships. He carried a heavy weight on his shoulders.
Rossi groaned. “Okay, Aaron. So you don't say anything, you take one for the team and we get this guy and move on. You'd better just hope Morgan sees it the same way you do.”
He slipped his hand beneath the map and removed hers from his leg, offering her an apologetic smile, hoping it would be enough. “Right at the next light,” he said and he felt her hand again, this time a little higher, a little closer. Morgan hazarded a glance into the rear view mirror in time to see her hand snaking up Hotch's side, bright red nails flashing in the sunlight. Before he could react, stifle the fullness of the jealousy threatening to burst his chest wide open, a car slammed into the back of them at full speed. Their SUV lurched forward, each of them being tossed like a rag doll forward and back in their restraints, map fluttering through the cab and stopping to rest on the dash. Stunned silence fell over the interior, the hissing of steam from the car's engine behind them filled the air around them. Sirens blared, bright lights burst onto the scene, it became chaos almost instantly.
“Hotch?” Morgan called, unable to stifle his immediate instinct. Reid was beside him, Detective Lacey behind him, he could taste blood and yet he could think of only one thing. There was no answer from the back seat for what felt like an eternity.
“He's unconscious,” came Detective Lacey's voice as she fumbled with the crunched metal of her seat belt clip. “He looks bad.” Morgan glanced at Reid first who looked in pain but he was awake and then he twisted, felt his ribs groan at the movement and pushed through it to wedge his body over the center console and back to Hotch. “Don't touch him,” she warned and Morgan shot her a glare that would have made just about any mortal shrink in fear.
“I'll do whatever I damn well want,” he muttered angrily, the sight of Hotch slumped over unconscious and bleeding tearing him apart. “I'm sorry, I just...” You just what? Need to make sure your partner is okay? You can't say that shit in the field, he told himself. She stared a moment, wide eyed as his fingers lovingly caressed Hotch's jaw, delicate hands not sure where to land so they just hovered until the fire trucks showed up and pried open the doors, sliced through seat belts, pulled protesting bodies from the wreckage. All hurt, all insisting they were fine. All except Hotch who remained unconscious, a blessing in many ways, it made the EMT's jobs easier.
Hotch and Reid were taken by ambulance to the nearest hospital before the rest of the team arrived on the scene. Morgan and Detective Lacey should have gone, somehow they managed to be checked out and talk their way out of it – someone had to stay behind and they were arguing impetuously over who was in charge, who should direct things, who should take the blame. Morgan was driving, they were talking to him like it was his fault, like his sirens and lights hadn't been a dead giveaway that he had no intention of stopping at the red light. And anyway, that car came out of nowhere and rammed them, he was certain of it. He managed to convince everyone else of the same thing after Garcia hacked into the traffic cameras - it was planned.
The fluorescent lights burned Hotch's eyes. Go to sleep in an SUV amid the sound of shattering glass, wake up on a gurney staring into garish white lights that made your head pound – it wasn't exactly his ideal way to spend an afternoon. People in scrubs and lab coats floated around him, the world coated in a filmy haze like a romantic old movie. Voices and machines and antiseptic smells flooded his senses.
“There you are,” one of them said, leaning over him. The face was nothing but a shadow, haloed by intense light. “Stay awake for me, okay?” He would have nodded if not for the stiff brace cradling his neck, holding him flat and still. One minute he'd been warding off a second unwanted physical advance and the next he was strapped to a backboard – it was pretty incredible how quickly a day could go from bad to worse. Truthfully he really didn't mind being in the hospital anymore, it was familiar, he could tell you with some precision exactly what they were doing as they fumbled with machines and poked at him. He was far more concerned about the status of the rest of the passengers than he was with his own well being but his mouth didn't seem to work. He just lay there, blinking slowly, watching the way the light danced through his lashes and tickled his nose. Squinting, he tried to avoid sneezing, it didn't seem like a great time for that.
“Can you tell me your name and date of birth?” someone new leaned over him with a sheet of paper. He licked his lips, tried to form words. His mouth moved, at least he thought it did, and even he wasn't fooled into thinking there was sound. Either his ears were the problem or he wasn't talking, both were concerning. She just nodded and smiled. “It's okay sweetie, I'll come back.”
He floated in the barely there world of pain medication and heart monitors for hours, watching friends come and go. They would take a seat by his side, make a few comments, ask if he needed anything and eventually move on. It was the waiting game, and for a man like Hotch, this was the part that was torture. He would turn in on himself, sit in utter silence, lose himself in his mind. It really was the only way he made it out in one piece. The pain wasn't so bad, it was a distraction from his nerves, the way he got antsy beneath those buzzing lights. By the time Morgan showed up it was late, their unsub was long gone and they both knew that was their only shot – he wouldn't resurface in the area. The trail would go cold and they would have to keep an eye on the surrounding areas, see if he popped up somewhere else and make contact with local PD at that time. Now all they had left to do was pack up and head home with their tails between their legs.
“Everyone is ready to go, jet is gassed up and ready, we're just waiting on your slow ass...” Morgan muttered, sauntering into the room. Hotch's solemn features melted into a slow smile. He was lost to the world but his dreamy smile lit up his face.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I'll try to hurry.”
Morgan shifted Hotch's legs beneath the paper thin blanket and took a seat on the edge of the bed, he didn't bother messing with trying to fold his body into one of those miniature chairs. “They gonna let you bust outta here soon?”
“Waiting for CT results,” was the almost too quiet reply. Morgan nodded, he knew, they were nosing around in his stomach to make sure there wasn't anything to worry about in there, it was just something hospitals did after looking through his chart. Not usually a cause for concern, just took a little extra time. So long as he was awake and talking, Morgan didn't mind the doctors forcing them to slow down. He had a hard time getting Hotch to slow himself, to sit in the moment, so being chained to a bed by an IV wasn't such a bad thing so long as he was okay.
“I'm sorry,” he said, resting his hand on Hotch's knee. “I was distracted, I shoulda seen that guy comin' behind us.”
Hotch blinked, confused but he couldn't seem to wipe the easy smile off of his face. “You're right,” he muttered, blinking slowly. “All your fault.”
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It's a bit angsty but could also have fuff, what about if Javi and f!reader (who are fuck buddies) were both present when Carillo shot that kid and reader is more visibly angry/upset than Javi shows and he tries to comfort her instead of going to Gabi? And he recognizes that he has feelings for her beyond their arrangement?
Pairing: Javier x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: language, mentions of death
MASTERLIST
JAVIER MASTERLIST
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Javier paced around his apartment as he tried to make sense of everything that happened. It all seemed like a blur; it happened so quickly that at first he almost hadn't been sure it happened at all. But the bloody aftermath that was at his feet had reminded him that it had all been very real.
Your visceral reaction hadn't helped either. The look on your face, one of pure terror and agony, along with pain and upset and had been forever burned into his mind. You had yelled and screamed at Carillo, lashing out in shock and outrage, although you all knew that it wouldn't change anything. What was done was done.
Javier had been much calmer; in the moment anyway. Currently, he felt like he was slowly going out of his mind as he walked back and forth and tried to ground himself. If you were there he was sure that you would have made a joke about him wearing a hole into the floor. That was if things had been utterly different. But...they weren’t.
“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, reaching for the whiskey he’d poured himself. It had been sat on the counter, neglected and abandoned for some time; for once he didn’t have the heart to just down the alcohol. As he clutched the glass to his lips, which were trembling along with his hand, he decided against and set it back down.
He knew what he wanted to do, even though that might not have been the best idea: see you. You were...in a weird sense, everything to him. You were more than his partner, more than his part-time-no-strings-attached lover, more than his friend...you’d come into his life when you were the last thing he wanted or needed. But you’d quickly become everything he ever wanted and needed.
But you were both stubborn headed and foolish, some would say to a fault, and remained at the stage where you were definitely-only-maybe-just-friends. The harsh truth was that both of you definitely wanted and craved more than the increasingly common just fucks, but neither of you had admitted it just yet. Maybe one day, maybe when life was different, maybe...but for now, this was enough. It had to be...right?
Javier ran his hands over his exhausted face and let out a heavy sigh. He was going to find you, whether or not you wanted him there. He shouldn’t have left you alone in the first place, he should have offered you his support then and there. The normally indifferent and collected man had been rendered speechless and shell shocked earlier.
He stuffed his keys into his pocket and quickly left his apartment, climbing the few flights of stairs to yours with hurried ease.
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He paused in front of your door, unsure of whether or not he should use his spare key and come in or knock. After a few moments of silent deliberation, he heard some shuffling inside, followed by what he knew to be sounds of muffled cries. He’d heard that sound countless times over the years, becoming an expert in them, learning to become immune to them. Yours, however, he was not able to just tune out.
Without a moment of hesitation, he slipped his key into the lock and came inside, finding you on the couch with tears rolling down your cheeks as you stared blankly at the television screen. The sound of his sudden entrance caught you off guard, and you turned to him with a frown.
“What are you doing here?” your voice was dry and cracking as you looked at him, hastily rubbing at your tear stained cheeks, “you really think I’m in the mood to fuck after today?”
“You really think that’s the only reason I’m here, cariño?” he closed the door and locked it, making his way over to you, despite the small scoff you afforded him. Javier sat down on the coffee table, not even caring that it was precariously rickety under his weight, “if that’s what you think, then you’re even more oblivious than I thought.”
“Javier,” something in how sweetly he looked at you, how tenderly he touched you with his calloused hand but still managed to be delicate on your cheek caused you to snap. You barely managed to choke back a sob before he got on his knees and wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him, “Javi.”
“It’s okay,” he promised as you melted into him, tears already staining the fabric of his shirt as he held, “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
“I’m sorry,” it was a broken whisper that managed to shatter his heart as you clung onto him, “it’s my fault - today is all my fault.”
“It’s not your fault, cariño,” he kissed the top of your head while stroking your back, “none of this is your fault. Please...don’t carry this burden too. Let me carry it. I...I’ll protect you.”
“I feel so…” you paused for a moment and breathed him in, letting his familiar scent ground and calm you, “I feel like nothing I do is right, and it keeps getting worse.”
“I know,” he reassured, “I feel the same way a lot - so does Steve - but it’s okay. It’ll get worse before it gets better, but it’ll get better. I swear it. You’ve got me, okay? However you need me...I love you, okay?”
His words caused a chill to run down your spine as you stiffened in his arms. A panic rose inside of him immediately as he wondered if he had overstepped his boundaries, and said the wrong thing. Pulling back, you looked at him with wide eyes, a confused expression clouding your features.
Javier remained silent as he touched the side of your face, prompting you to keen into his touch like a flower to the sun. Without saying a word, you leaned into him, your lips brushing against his, just not quite there. When neither of you pulled away, you closed the gap and kissed him; unlike your usual escapades, this wasn’t hurried or rushed, or searing - this was soft, and loving, needy in every sense of the word.
Only when rendered breathless did you separate, resting your forehead against his and studying his honeyed eyes. You weren’t sure what to quite say….but then again, you didn’t really need to say anything at all. You both knew. You’d always known.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered after a long bit of peaceful silence, “I’ve got you, cariño.”
“I know,” it was a promise of this and so much more, “I know.”
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Realization - Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Masterlist // Harry Potter Masterlist
Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader
Summary: Y/N and Ron Weasley have been close friends ever since their second year. While Hermione and Harry have been closer Ron and her have been closer. Y/N liked his older brother Fred. When he started dating Angelina Johnson Ron was their to comfort her. When Bill and Fluers wedding happens some feelings come out.
Warnings: A little Angst, Fluff, Swearing, mutual pining
AN: No Angelina Johnson hate just the reader being jealous 😊. Also doesn’t follow the exact plot of the deathly hollows.
Y/N and Ron Weasley have been best friends ever since their second year where they bumped into each other by accident. She met Harry and Hermione and quickly became friends.
But she was always closer to Ron.
Whenever Y/N had a problem she would always go to Ron Weasley for help or advice. Ron was always there for her no matter what. And she was always there for him as well.
When he got hurt in their third year Y/N stayed with him until he got better to make sure he was okay. No matter what happened they would always have each other.
In their 4th year when Ron and Harry had their fight she was angry at Ron for what he did to Harry but that didn’t stop her from being there for him.
But Ron always liked Y/N in a different way. He’s had a crush on her ever since they bumped into each other.
But he never told because he wanted savior their friendship.
Y/N had told Ron she had a crush on his older brother, Fred. It was quite obvious to everyone but Fred didn’t like her. That’s what Y/N over heard friend say to George in the common room.
She then ran to Ron’s room crying into his chest as he comforted her. It made him feel like crap. He was happy that she found out but was unhappy that she was crying.
Ron should have been the one to tell her that Fred didn’t feel the same way about her but he didn’t want her to be mad at him or be sad.
And when Fred started dating Angelina Johnson Y/N was sad but she knew that she could never be with him. That’s when her crush on Fred Weasley died down and Y/N started to have feelings for her best friend Ron.
This all happened in their 5th year and seeped into their sixth year and nothing changed. Ron liked Y/N and Y/N liked Ron.
Hermione always told Y/N to go for it because she knew that Ron felt the same. She didn’t want to tell Y/N because Hermione didn’t want to break Ron’s trust so she kept her mouth shut just like Harry.
But now here they are at Bill and Fleur’s wedding. Y/N had decided to wear a blue dress wear the necklace that Ron got her for her 15 birthday.
She had refused to accept it at first knowing his family isn’t the richest Y/N didn’t want to take money away from him, But Ron told her he earned the money himself and didn’t take it from his family. Y/N reluctantly accepted it.
Y/N got her make up all ready and finally looked at herself in the mirror. She finally was ready.
“You look beautiful,” A voice said which made Y/N jump and turn around to see Ron standing there with a smile on his face.
“Oh thanks Ron,” Y/N walked next to him feeling butterflies pool in the bottom of her stomach. “You look beautiful too,” Y/N teased with a smirk.
“I’m not beautiful love I’m handsome,” Ron corrected her.
Y/N playfully rolled her eyes before saying, “We should go we might be late.”
Ron nodded and followed closely behind her to outside the burrow where the wedding was about to be held.
As they sat down next to each other on the chairs and waited for Fleur to come Ron put his hand into Y/N’s which made her face heat up.
As the wedding went on and Fleur came out looking beautiful with her dress Y/N could feel her heart race as she held Ron’s hand.
When Bill and Fleur kissed everyone stood up and clapped which made them break contact. As Y/N clapped she couldn’t help but think that she felt something as she held his hand.
The wedding reception was filled with dancing and laughing as everyone celebrated.
Someone tapped Y/N’s shoulder and she turned around to see Ron standing there with his hand out.
“Would you like to dance,” Ron asked nervously. Y/N thought that his nervousness was cute. She nodded and let him grab her hand to the dance floor.
The song was a fast song so they just danced until the next song was slower pace and the two looked at each other awkwardly. Y/N finally decided to fuse the tension as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He was surprised at first but put his hands on her waist. Y/N laid her head on his chest as they swayed back and forth.
“You comfortable there love,” Ron teased Y/N as squeezed her hips.
“Shut up Ronny,” Y/N slapped his shoulder with a smile.
“You know I hate that nickname,” Ron groaned.
“Don’t care,” Y/N laughed squeezing his arm. Ron rolled his eyes playfully smiling down at the girl he loved.
“You’re such a dork,” Ron amused.
“I take that as a compliment,” Y/N smirked.
For the rest of the night they talked, laughed and managed to get a hold of some firewhiskey. They knew that they shouldn’t be drinking so they did it behind Molly’s back.
Rons drank more that Y/N in his life so he built up some tolerance while Y/N hadn’t drank barely anything unless it was at a party.
Now here they were in Ron’s bed looking up at the ceiling.
“Ron can I tell you something,” Y/N whispered as she felt adrenaline run through her veins.
“Sure what is it love,” Ron asked as he looked at her or tried to but couldn’t from this angle.
“I love you,” Y/N blurted out. They could still here everyone partying outside and it was quiet in the burrow and Ron looked at her with a shocked look on his face.
“Really,” Ron asked flabbergasted. He didn’t know she felt the same Y/N nodded laying on her side to get a better look. “Romantically,” he asked he had to be sure he didn’t misunderstand her.
“For god sakes Ron I’m in love with you,” Y/N snapped looking at him.
Ron looked at her with loving eyes and with the firewhiskey running through his veins he got the courage to lean in kiss her.
Y/N was shocked she thought he didn’t like her. Before she could even think about it she was wrapping her arms around his neck kissing him even more deeper.
Ron moaned into her moan he moved to lay her down underneath. Ron sucked his face into her neck and started to leave Haley’s down to her throat.
“So does that mean you love me too,” Y/N asked as she let out a moan.
Ron found himself chucking against her skin at the question which made confusion spike through Y/N.
“Why are you laughing at me,” Y/N whined.
“I’m sorry love I didn’t mean to make you feel bad,” Ron apologize. “But yes I do love you too,” He kisses the tip of her noise.
“I love you more.”
“Not possible darling.”
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dumbass - a.h. x reader
A/N: ty to @bucksgoat and pinterest for the idea for this fic
words: 1663
author: abby
warnings: gunshot wounds, breakups, mention of death (haley, its very brief) (ends in fluff!)
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Garcia asked, panicked, opening her office door for her best friend.
“I can’t keep pretending like I’m not in pain,” she leaned against the door, sliding town to the floor. “I can’t keep pretending it didn’t hurt.”
“What did he even say to you?” Y/N shook her head, tears clouding her vision.
“I thought if I acted like it didn’t matter, then it wouldn’t. But I was wrong. In the back of my head all day, I’ve just been thinking about what happened and what I could’ve done differently and it’s eating me alive, not being able to understand what was so horrible about me that he didn’t want me anymore,” she cried pulling her knees into her chest. “Penny, he took my lungs from my chest and now I’m suffocating.”
“Have you told any of this to Hotch?” she knelt down, putting a hand on Y/N’s knee. “Maybe if you just talked it out, he could explain-”
“I don’t know if I can handle that,” she sighed. “I can’t handle him looking me in the eyes and telling me I’m not good enough. God, you should’ve seen the look on his face; he was disgusted with me, repulsed.”
“Y/N, Hotch-” she began before being interrupted by a loud banging on the door.
“Garcia,” his unmistakable voice rang out. “We’ve got a case, meet in the briefing room in 15.”
Y/N sighed, untensing her body as the familiar gait of his walk faded away, she looked again at her best friend, with soft, sad eyes.
“You’re leaving, aren’t you,” Garcia’s eyes welled up. You gave her a sad smile.
“I’m headed to Strauss’s now to ask for a transfer. This’ll be my last case I think,” she stood up, dusting off the back of her suit pants. “I love you, Pen. Don’t cry okay? I’ll still come visit you.”
She walked out the office, head high as she traveled to Strauss’s lion’s den. Meanwhile, Penelope Garcia stormed to the briefing room, with a head full of anger and tears. Morgan’s eyes went wide from the window of the briefing room. “Uh Hotch?” he pointed at the bright woman whose face might actually blow. “I think you’ve got a storm coming.”
Aaron looked up from shuffling files in his hands, eyebrows in their constant furrow, the door swung open, causing a look of shock to grace his features.
“Babygirl,” Morgan tried to calm her, but she blatantly ignored his words.
“Hotch, sir,” she began with steady breathing. “You need to do something.”
“Garcia, it’s really not any of your business,” he sighed.
“See that’s where you’re wrong,” he raised his eyebrows. “Don’t give me that look. It became my business once you became the reason why my best friend is transferring.”
“She’s what?” he asked softly in disbelief.
“Whoa, babygirl,” Morgan once again tried to intervene. “What are you talking about?”
She ignored him again. “I thought I knew why you did it but obviously not. What did you even say to her?”
Hotch looked down, ashamed. “Does it matter? If she hates me, then I’m not hurting her.”
“That’s the point!” Garcia all but shouted. “She doesn’t hate you. She absolutely and completely loves you. What she hates is herself,” she muttered the last part out.
“Wait she’s-”
“She’s questioning what the hell is wrong with her, is what she’s doing,” Garcia stood straight. “Sir, you have my complete and total respect one hundred percent of the time and what I say, I mean with that respect still here, but you were a total dumbass.”
Before he could see anything, the familiar clack of Y/N’s heels headed up the stairs. With a final look, Penny moved to sit down next to Morgan, who was still looking at her like she had grown a third eye.
“Sorry I’m late,” she said sheepishly, barely loud enough for Hotch to hear it. She sat down next to Garcia, who’s hand immediately found hers in a comforting grasp. She noticed the eyes of her teammates on her, but refused to look at Hotch’s face. If she had, she would’ve seen guilt and worry. “What? Do I have something on my face?” she quickly swept under her eyes for stray tears.
Hotch cleared his throat, distracting the team long enough to begin the briefing.
In West Virginia, in the Monongahela National Forest, a man had been capturing and killing people for sport. Both men and women in their early thirties had been picked up from the side of the road as hitchhikers and then taken to a small cabin to be literally slaughtered like animals.
Now, at the residence, the team had the location surrounded, vest doting each of the members. Y/N entered the cabin, her gun drawn and focus centered on finding the unsub, with Hotch, Morgan, and Emily behind her. She found herself in a musty office, covered in old newspapers and various taxidermied animals hung on the walls.
In a recliner, sat an older man (as they had profiled) rifle drawn and aimed at her. The latest victim, Amy Townsend, was tied across the large wooden desk.
“Richard,” Y/N said calmly. “I need you to put down your gun.”
“Not a chance in hell, sweetheart,” she grimaced at the nickname, as his arms tense and focused on his aim.
“Your father used to take you hunting, didn’t he?” she asked, lowering her weapon. “He taught you everything you know.”
“And what of it?” he barked out.
“I’m not here to hurt you,” she said calmly. “Not like he did.”
“You don’t know anything!” he shouted. The creak of a floorboard behind you signified someone else’s presence entering the room. Morgan attempted to make his way around to Amy. Richard’s eyes followed him.
“Hey, look at me,” Y/N redirected. “He’s just here to help her.”
“Bullshit.”
“We’re not going to hurt you Richard. Not if you just lower the gun and come with me. We just want to help.”
“Where were you to help when I was growing up?” he scoffed. “Where were you when my mamma had passed out from the pain?” he shouted, finger tightening against the trigger of the rifle. “Nah, I’m done with you. I’m done with liars.”
“Richard, don’t-” her voice was cut off by the blast of the gun hitting her shoulder. Morgan shot off a round, rendering the unsub.
“Medic!” he shouted, running over to her as Emily rounded the corner and darted to Amy to help her. “Y/N, stay with me. Hotch! Where the fuck is the medic?”
“Morgan,” she got out, limply putting a hand against the one’s holding pressure on the wound.
“Hey hey,” he hushed, wiping a stray tear from her eye. A gurney and EMTs began to crowd you. “It’s okay. Medic’s are here, we’re gonna take care of you.”
“Morgan, where’s Y/N-” Hotch’s words tied at the end of his tongue, finding her bloodied and weak form, eyes beginning to close. “Y/N?”
To the best of her abilities, she turned to look at the man who had recently torn her heart out. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. And then her vision faded to black.
The rhythmic steady beeping of machines was the first thing she became aware of. Secondly, the sore, scratchy feeling in her throat. Then the warm fingers tightly wrapped around her own.
A dark-haired head laid against the bed over folded arms. It wasn’t hard to imagine whose. With a grimace, she pulled her hand from his, causing him to sit up straight in his seat. Tired eyes met hers for the first time in what had felt like weeks.
“You’re awake.” he noted softly, as she took in his face. Tired eyes, dark circles, worry lines ever so more prominent.
“You’re still here,” her hoarse voice said. “Why?”
“What do you mean?” he asked, confused. “I had to make sure you were okay.”
“Sir,” the formality made him cringe. “Where is the rest of the team?”
“Out in the waiting room,” he sighed, moving closer to her. He didn’t ignore the way her body tensed. “Y/N we should talk.”
“Now?” she chuckled sadly. “I’ve only just woken up and you want to do this now?”
“Don’t transfer.”
Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “How did you-” she stopped herself. “I’m gonna kill Garcia.”
“I never meant to hurt you,” he said, reaching for her hand. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“Then what exactly did you mean to do?” she asked, angry now. “Because packing up your things and saying ‘we’re not right for each other’ definitely hurt, Aaron.”
“I thought I was protecting you,” he sighed again.
“Protecting me? From what?” his eyes were sad as they searched hers for the right words to say. “Oh my fucking god.”
“Y/N-”
“From yourself?” she sighed, reaching for water. “You’re a fucking idiot.”
“I know that. I’m sorry,” his voice shook as he looked to the ground ashamed.
“Aaron,” she said softly, putting a hand on her cheek. “I’m not her.”
His eyes searched yours once again, tearing up. “I almost lost you today. I thought maybe if I could let you go, I could keep you away from all the danger I bring with me.”
“That’s not your decision to make,” she said softly.
“What?”
“Aaron,” she smiled. “I chose this danger long before I chose you. You were just a bonus addition.”
He chuckled, kissing the palm of her hand. “Please forgive me, love.”
“I forgave you the moment you left,” she hummed. “But if you ever even think about doing that shit again, I’ll have Garcia personally beat you up.”
He chuckled again, “Understood. What about Strauss?”
“Strauss,” her confusion was evident once more, before chuckling herself. “I hadn’t even gotten a chance to talk to her yet. Guess I’ll have to deal with your dumbass just a bit longer.”
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Capturing a Dream
Chapter 9 – Who Do You Know
Chapter 1 Chapter 8
*Note: Most of Batman’s dialogue and all of Red Tornado’s is from the show, so, not my words.
This had passed frustrating several rooms ago. Now, Conner was straight up annoyed. He searched each room as they passed by them from the hanger to the communications center, searching for any indication of what time it was. Had there always been this jarring lack of clocks in the Cave? He could swear he had always been able to tell the time before. Or maybe it was just that time hadn’t mattered until he was counting down the minutes to Chimera’s return. As soon as he got the chance, he was going to put a clock in every room in the Cave and start wearing a watch.
She was supposed to be back anytime now. She was scheduled to fly ridiculously early that morning into whichever city she was supposedly staying in instead of the Cave and Zeta tube into the Cave as soon as she could. He absolutely had not been pushing to get the Team back as soon as possible after their mission wrapped up so they would be there in time to greet her. Okay, so maybe ‘absolutely’ was not the correct word there… or ‘not’.
He hadn’t seen Chimera in person for a little over a week now and he missed her, so nobody can really blame him for being excited to see her again. But more than missing her, he was worried about her. She had been extremely apprehensive going home. She had tried to cover it, but he knew her better. And eventually, after much wearing down as a result of a coordinated effort by him and Robin, she admitted she was nervous of being reminded of the final battle. He didn’t know how bad the battle was or exactly how badly it had scarred her, just that it had, but if her reaction to the failure exercise was any indication, it was severe. Being back there without anyone to talk to about it, anyone who could understand her reactions, could be devastating for her.
On top of that, the trip came within a few weeks of Robin’s breakdown after the Haley’s Circus mission and her discovering that Conner had been using shields Lex Luther had given him to enhance his powers. He had never seen her so angry. He didn’t think she was capable of that amount of rage and he prayed to whatever god or goddess responsible for watching over them, that she never directed that anger toward him. He was honestly concerned for Superman the next time she saw him and Conner had kept a close eye on her after she found out to make sure she didn’t go after Lex by herself. After the anger receded, he could see the disappointment set in. That was more disturbing than the anger. While the anger had been jarring, seeing the disappointment in herself for having missed that he had turned to the shields was heartbreaking.
She looked like she was barely holding it together before she left. Her phone call on Christmas had done nothing to calm his fears. She had tried to cover, but he could hear how empty her voice sounded no matter how cheery she tried to make it sound. He could almost convince himself he imagined it but Robin had been there for the call too and he heard it as well. He needed her to get back so he could be assured she was okay. Conner wanted to see her, hold her, feel her in his arms, hear her laugh, so he could make sure she was okay. He wouldn’t believe she was okay until he could.
Superboy was knocked out of his concentration by Batman’s gravely voice. “… The mole was Red Arrow.”
“Rolly?” Robin exclaimed in shock.
“No way,” Kid Flash insisted.
“Batman that cannot be,” Aqualad spoke up. Roy was his best friend. He would more easily believe himself capable of betrayal than Roy. “He was Green Arrow’s protégé. We have all known him for years.”
“Unfortunately, the Roy Harper we have known for the last three years is another Project Cadmus clone,” Batman informed them calmly. Superboy froze, staring at Batman in shock. Roy was another clone, like him.
“We have learned the real Speedy was abducted and replaced immediately after becoming the Green Arrow’s sidekick. The clone was preprogrammed with the drive to become a member of the League.” Superboy furrowed his brow. Had that been their plan for him as well? If the Team hadn’t rescued him when they had, who knows what they could have made him do.
“We believe when his mission was taking too long, they enlisted someone to help him speed up the process. With her help, he was finally admitted into the League, at which point his secondary programming kicked in and he attempted to betray the League to Savage,” Batman continued.
“Who was helping him? Was there a second mole or was it someone assisting from the outside?” Aqualad asked.
“It was a second mole. His girlfriend, Chimera,” Batman answered unemotionally.
“What?” Superboy exclaimed louder than he meant to, shock and hurt quickly flashing over his face before turning to a glower.
“I was unaware they had started a relationship,” Aqualad stated carefully, a slight furrow in his brow. Roy had mentioned he was getting very close to Chimera, but had not mentioned that it had progressed to that level. Not to mention he had thought Chimera was closer with Conner than Roy, but then again, he tended to misread romantic overtures. But, the idea that Chimera may have betrayed them was disturbing, but then again if Roy could be a mole, could he really be certain of anyone. Certainly the timing of Chimera’s introduction to the Team coinciding with evidence of the mole arising was suspect.
“Chimera isn’t a mole and she isn’t dating Roy,” Robin insisted, whirling on Batman in shock.
Batman nodded. “We are not certain she was assisting him, but there is more than a little evidence to support the idea that she was. I’ve been keeping an eye on her since she joined and facts seem to match up. As for dating, I’m sorry to say she is. We didn’t tell anyone because she claimed she didn't want to cause strife within the Team, but with this new information, it seems like there was something more to it. We believe she may have been his handler. She joined the Team to help Red Arrow get into the League and sabotage the Team’s missions subtly.” His voice was cold. “Red Arrow has gone into hiding, but we don’t think he’s been able to contact Chimera about it yet. When she comes back let us know immediately. Do not alert her that we are aware.”
“There is no way…” Artemis interjected loudly.
“She would never!” Kid Flash exclaimed at the same time.
“Chimera would never betray us like that,” Conner insisted angrily. How dare Batman suggest Chimera would betray them! She was like a daughter to him. She might not realize their relationship was like that, Hell, Batman might not realize it was like that, but Batman treated her like he treated Robin and Conner wasn’t blind enough to miss the protective pats and hair ruffling. He certainly hadn’t missed how Robin treated her like a sister. And after all that, Batman would so easily believe the worst of her.
“The clone Roy and Chimera, the Team will apprehend them,” Aqualad stated gravely.
“Negative. Red Arrow is a member of the Justice League and Chimera was working with him to betray us. We will handle them both,” Batman answered. He suddenly turned away, bringing his hand to his ear. “I’m needed in the Watchtower. Tornado, watch the kids.” He strode away without further discussion.
“Okay, but we’re going to get to them first, right?” Kid Flash spoke up quietly, so Red Tornado couldn’t hear him.
He looked up quickly, apprehension on his face when Red Tornado hurried toward them before suddenly stopping midstride. They all stared in confusion. “Tornado!” Kid Flash exclaimed, moving to check for any outward signs of a cause.
“What happened to him?” Rocket asked.
Zatanna raised her hands to her temples. She could feel something strange. Something was off about the whole situation. “I’m sensing a low level mystic force at play. I don’t know if it caused his shutdown, but… come to think about it I was getting the same buzz off Batman.”
“Magic… like Chimera?” Artemis asked.
Zatanna shook her head. “No. It feels different than Chimera’s magic.”
“Could it be different because it’s a trace, not the full impact?” Aqualad asked.
“No. I’ve sensed Chimera’s faded magic. All the Cave is steeped in it. I haven’t sensed this before. Not to mention, Batman said he hadn’t been around Chimera. How would her magic be on him if he wasn’t and why would she implicate herself?”
“That wasn’t Batman,” Robin said aggressively.
“Robin…” Aqualad started calmly.
“He can still be Batman and wrong,” Superboy growled. “We don’t know if he is being lied to. We just know Chimera isn’t betraying us.”
“Maybe she doesn’t know she’s doing it…” Rocket hedged. “Batman said Red Arrow didn’t know.”
“That might be an option except he said she’s his handler. That means she knows what she’s doing. She’s aware. It isn’t programming. And he said she’s dating Roy. Chimera isn’t dating Roy and she isn’t a traitor… And Batman never calls us ‘kids’,” Robin insisted, turning his focus back to examining readouts on Red Tornado.
Aqualad shook his head sympathetically but firmly. “Roy has said he and Chimera were getting close and they wanted to keep the fact secret, which confirms at least that part of what Batman said. We know very little about her personal life.”
“You know less about mine,” Robin challenged, brooking no resistance. He knew Chimera. Maybe he had only known her for a few months, but he knew her and trusted her. She couldn’t do this. She just couldn’t. “I would know if she were dating, especially a team member or hero. There's a reason she told us she doesn't date teammates. There's…” He furrowed his brow, trying to figure out how to phrase what he was thinking without revealing Chimera’s secrets. She did not like to talk about this part of her life. “…deep seeded trauma there. She didn't just get over that in a few days. She wouldn't start dating Roy without talking to someone. Without NEEDING to talk to someone. Since it's a hero, that means taking to one of us, specifically me or Conner or Artemis. She didn't talk to me. Conner?”
Conner shook his head. “She’s only ever repeated that she can’t date teammates.”
“Artemis?” Robin prompted.
Artemis shook her head and sent a smug look to Aqualad. “Never said a word. Never even indicated. Zatanna, Chi, and I had a girl’s night the other day and we had a long talk about dating. She never mentioned him.” She glanced over at Zatanna. “Did she give any indication of dating anybody or liking anyo… Roy?” she quickly corrected herself.
Zatanna looked between the Team anxiously before swallowing and straightening her back. “No. No, she didn’t talk about Roy. And Robin’s right. She doesn’t date teammates. Even if she wanted to,” her eyes flicked over to Superboy so quickly anyone not looking for it would miss it, “she doesn’t. We would know if she went against that.”
Superboy’s head whipped over to them, eyes wide. Artemis said him, meaning she had mentioned someone else. Zatanna emphasized that she didn’t talk about Roy, meaning she talked about someone else. He silently urged either of them to continue talking about that night, release some clues on who she may have mentioned. Instead Artemis cocked her head to the side and thought for a moment. “She hasn't been acting different either. Chi can't keep a secret, other than her identity, to save her life. Remember Kid Flash’s ‘surprise’ party? And let’s be honest the identity is probably only still a secret because we haven’t met her in person. We would know something was going on, even if we didn't know what.”
“Not if she’s been deceiving us from the beginning, if her whole supposed personality was an illusion,” Aqualad noted stoically.
Conner’s brow furrowed in frustration. Aqualad was seriously proposing Chimera was their enemy. Chimera had almost died for them. She’d risked her life and her sanity for them, more than once. And Aqualad was just turning on her. One statement and none of what she had done for them mattered. He clenched his fists and stepped forward to yell at Aqualad when Kid Flash’s voice interrupted his movement. “He’s taken her to the Batcave hasn’t he? Multiple times?” He glanced up from staring intently at a spot on the floor to look at Robin inquisitively.
Robin nodded in agreement. “He has. And he doesn’t let anyone he doesn’t trust completely come into the Cave.”
“So,” Kid Flash started, “he’s trusted her deeply from the beginning. He hasn’t ‘been keeping an eye on her’. And her behavior hasn’t changed… but his has.”
Conner nodded in agreement. “Which means she’s not the one we have to worry about.” He glared pointedly at Aqualad, making sure he understood their point.
“Maybe not about her but for her,” Zatanna offered carefully. All eyes turned to her waiting for her to explain. “He singled out Chimera for a reason. So either they want our whole team here so they can do to us what they did to Batman, or they are targeting Chimera specifically.”
“Why would they target her?” Rocket spoke up again.
Superboy kept his glare at Aqualad. “If we’re being honest, she has more power than the rest of us. They could want to put her at a disadvantage, isolate her.”
“Isolate who?” The voice floated into the chamber like a kitten’s purr, but cut through the air like a fog horn.
“Chi!” Superboy exclaimed, rushing over to her.
“Hey.” Her smile beamed as she hugged him.
He examined her face quickly. She was smiling, but she looked exhausted, like she’d been through a grueling mission, one that isn’t dangerous, just draining. His expression turned concerned. “How was the trip? You look tired.”
Her smile weakened. “It was good. I missed my friends and family so much.” She slumped against his chest. “Being back was just… a lot.” She took a deep breath and straightened up. “But it was good. I’m good. It’s all… good.” She let out a defeated sigh, but looked back up with a plastered on smile that lasted until she examined his face, morphing into a concerned frown at the sight. She raised her hand to run it over his face, but quickly realized what she was doing and dropped it to his shoulder instead with a faint blush. “How was it here? How have you been? How is Robin? How was the mission?”
“I’m fine. Robin’s fine. It was fine,” Superboy hedged with a strained smile, slinging his arm over her shoulders and guiding her over to the group.
“That was too many ‘fines’ to be true,” Chimera commented apprehensively, looking at him questioningly.
“You really want to throw that stone Ms. ‘all good’?” he commented back with a pointed look.
Her face went slack, her eyes widened at the call out. “Uh… no,” she admitted turning back toward the group, eyes flicking between them under her lashes. “Can we not discuss this… now?”
“Later?” Superboy asked hopefully. He knew her natural inclination was to bury things deep down, until they were so hard to see, she could pretend they never existed. Internalizing every emotion, every let down. It was the opposite of his way of handling things. Letting them simmer on the surface, where the slightest touch sent them radiating out into the world around him, usually with screaming or punching. Chimera hummed noncommittally in response, absolutely no intention of bringing up memories and emotions she wished would disappear.
“It was after the mission that was enlightening,” Aqualad stepped forward. “We need to talk about Roy.”
His voice was serious and laced with a significance that Chimera didn’t understand. Superboy’s arm tightened incrementally on her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. She looked up in time to catch the dark look he was giving Aqualad. She turned back to Aqualad with a quizzical expression. “Like, Rogers?”
“Rogers?” Aqualad repeated.
Artemis tried to stifle her laugh. “No, Chi. Not like Roy Rogers.”
Aqualad looked between them, his brow furrowing in confusion, before he returned his gaze back to Chimera. “No, Roy Harper.”
“Oh!” Chimera nodded in understanding. “Okay…” Her brow furrowed faintly and she looked to the side in thought before looking back at Aqualad with a wince. “Is that… another actor? I haven’t really seen many… any westerns. I really only know who Roy Rogers, John Wayne, and Woody Strode are. Well, know is a stretch. I’ve heard their names.”
Aqualad blinked at her a few times, unsure what she was talking about. “No. Red Arrow.”
Realization rippled across Chimera’s face. She nodded, her eyes going wide. “Oh! Okay. Yeah.” Robin and Kid Flash talked about Red Arrow a lot, but by his code name, rarely by his real name. She would never have been able to remember it if she wasn’t prompted first. Her eyes darted over to Robin to see if he held any answers, but instead of looking back at her, he was glaring at Aqualad as well. She looked back at Aqualad, noticeably more apprehensively. Her brows furrowed in confusion. “What about him?”
“Batman said he’s the mole,” Aqualad informed her, watching her reaction carefully.
Chimera’s face immediately fell, her eyes darted back to Robin again. “Robin,” she whispered. Her eyes moved over to Kid Flash, next to Robin, and turn pained. She looked back to Aqualad. “Is he sure?”
Aqualad nodded. “Batman said he’s actually a clone of the real Roy Harper programmed to infiltrate the Justice League, but was discovered by Batman before he could do any damage.
Chimera gasped, eyes entirely focused on Robin and Kid Flash. “What happened to the real Roy Harper?”
“He didn’t say.” Aqualad answered. She tensed to go over to hug Robin and Kid Flash. Robin and Kid Flash always talked about Roy like he was one of them. They understood each other in a way few others could. They would tell stories about him and laugh like their lives weren’t constantly at risk, like they were just normal teenagers. Those times were some of the few she got to see Robin like the kid he was.
Artemis’ voice cut through her thoughts before she could move. “But we have reason to believe that isn’t true.”
Chimera turned to her with a hopeful smile. “Really?” A flash of relief appeared in her eyes. She couldn’t imagine the toll it would take on Robin and Kid Flash if it was true and she didn’t want to have to see it. They’d all been in this for a long time together, grew up in it together. They were like family. Not to mention she knew he and Aqualad were close as well. If there was a chance Batman was wrong, they had to investigate it.
“I wanted to let you know because… we know you're dating him.” Aqualad informed her carefully.
Chimera’s eyes snapped back to Aqualad, her mouth hanging open in shock and her body turned rigid. “That I’m what?” Her voice came out an octave higher than normal.
“Batman told us,” Aqualad informed her calmly. “And Roy has mentioned it as well.”
Chimera flinched back and shook her head. “What? I've never even met Red Arrow. Why would he say that? Why would Batman?”
“That’s why we have reason to believe Roy isn’t the mole. Because Batman told us you were dating Roy at the same time he said Roy was the mole. He said they thought you were his handler,” Robin bit out bitterly.
Chimera’s heart stopped. She gaped at Robin. Batman… Batman said he thought she was betraying them. Batman thought she was a traitor. Batman was her mentor, as much as she had one, or at least she had thought of him as hers. She had thought he might be more than just a mentor as well, but that must have just been her. More than that, he was a League founder. If he thought it, the rest of the League must as well. They would all believe she was a traitor. They would all turn on her, even her team.
Her breathing picked up. She couldn’t handle this. But she couldn’t even blame them for it. This was her fault. This is the price of anonymity. This was the tradeoff of keeping yourself guarded. You keep people from knowing you, but then they don’t know you. They don’t know who you are, so they don’t know who you are and who you’re not. She never let them know who she is, so of course her team will believe Batman.
She was going to lose them and even if she proves herself, there will always be that doubt and once you’ve lost that trust, it never fully recovers… as her trip home proved. Everything seems the same on the surface, but if you pause to examine it more closely, everything is different. The way they look at you, the way they relate to you, the way they see you, has changed. Robin wouldn’t trust her anymore. He’d put up a wall between them, the same one he put up with anyone he didn’t fully trust, keeping them at a distance with a false smile. And Conner! He’d pull away too. Still friendly, but not friends. Still there, but not the same…
“…imera! Chimera!”
Chimera felt a squeeze on her shoulder and a hand on her cheek, bringing her back to reality, stopping her descent into panic. She slowly moved her eyes to the arm belonging to the hand on her face and followed it back to its owner, looking up to see Superboy’s soft, concerned eyes. He gave her a supportive smile and nod to let her know they were on her side. “That’s why we knew he was lying,” Superboy assured her.
Chimera let out a shuttering breath and buried her face in Superboy’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her protectively, nuzzling into her hair. “We know you better. We know you would never do that. No matter what he said, we know you,” he whispered into her hair.
Aqualad looked between them and nodded once, satisfied for now with her innocence. “Roy… Red Arrow is the key. We need to find him and see what he can tell us. If Chimera is innocent then he may be as well. Regardless, we need to find him before the League does. Artemis, Superboy, Zatanna, you’re with me. The rest of you, see what you can do about Tornado.”
“Wait, what’s wrong with Red Tornado?” Chimera’s eyes peeked out from Superboy’s chest.
“I’ll stay here,” Superboy responded with a sharp edge to his voice.
“We’re potentially going up against Red Arrow. We need you with us to bring him in if…” Aqualad took a breath. “If he decides to fight us.”
“I thought you didn’t think he was the mole,” Chimera asked uncertainly, subconsciously clinging a bit closer to Superboy. If they still thought Red Arrow was the mole, did they really still think she was his handler as well?
“I don’t…” he looked away in contemplation. “I don’t know. But we need to speak with him to figure out what is going on. Hopefully peacefully and it is best to be cautious,” he added. His voice was even, but anybody familiar with him could hear the strain in it.
Chimera gave him an understanding smile. Although he didn’t speak about Red Arrow often, and almost never with Chimera, she knew they were close. Believing his friend capable of something like this must be hurting him deeply. She looked up to Superboy. “You should go,” she whispered.
“They can handle Red Arrow,” he argued back quietly. “I can stay until you’re… I can help with Tornado.”
Chimera shook her head. “I’ll have Robin. I’ll be okay until you come home.” She glanced subtly over to Aqualad. His shoulders were more tense than usual, his grimace more pronounced. He was trying to hold it together, but he was suffering. “Aqualad needs you more right now.
Superboy huffed and looked over to Aqualad and the others Aqualad had singled out for a moment before looking back into Chimera’s eyes. “Fine. But I don’t like it.”
Chimera rested her head back on his chest, watching the rest of the Team. “Nobody likes what’s happening right now.” She closed her eyes and squeezed him for a moment. “Be safe.”
She stepped away from him, avoiding his eyes. “You too,” he whispered, letting his fingers linger on her as she walked away to join Robin, Kid Flash, and Rocket.
“The problem’s hardware, not software,” Robin mused, examining schematics on a holographic display. He didn’t even look up when Chimera stopped next to him. He reached out, giving her a one armed hug. She slung her arm around his shoulders, returning the squeeze. “But where do we start?”
Zatanna paused on her way out of the room. “I have an idea.” She glanced quickly behind her to see how far away the rest of her group had gotten. She bit her lip nervously, not wanting to upset Aqualad with her tardiness. “Chimera, you remember the android he had in his quarters?”
Chimera perked up immediately. “Yes! New hardware for his existing software. Brilliant idea, Zatanna. Good luck with your mission,” she called to Zatanna as she ran to catch up with the rest of her group. “Hey, Rocket, do your force bubbles move? Might make moving the body easier.”
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“I heard we’re dating,” Chimera started out with a sarcastic smile, extending her hand to shake Red Arrow’s. “It must have been a terrible relationship if I can’t even remember you. I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but I don’t think this relationship is working out for me. I think we should see other people.”
Red Arrow huffed out a laugh and smiled against his will. He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. He looked up at her sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
Chimera shrugged and moved past him to sit on a bulkhead. “Not your fault. And not the worst end to one of my relationships, so...” She offered him a smile. Red Arrow smiled back and moved to sit next to her for the planning meeting, but was cut off by Superboy taking the spot before Red Arrow could sit.
Red Arrow raised an eyebrow at him, but backed down. He wasn’t looking to start a fight with the only heroes he knew that weren’t under mind control. Instead, he took a seat between Robin and Kid Flash.
“Would anyone care to enlighten us as to why you have Black Canary tied up and gagged?” Aqualad asked, bringing the conversation back to the issue at hand.
“Yeah, about that…” Kid Flash started with a grimace, warily eying the hero that was bound and gagged at their feet.
“Can we start from the beginning? I don’t think I’m the only one who doesn’t have a clear picture of everything that’s going on,” Chimera requested.
“The entire Justice League is under the complete mental domination of Vandal Savage,” Red Tornado spoke up from his android body. “Red Arrow seems to have been his means. His method was something Savage referred to as Starotech. An alien bio organism infused with nano technology and magic. It shuts down the mind’s autonomy allowing Savage to reprogram the individual to suit his needs. Even my inorganic brain was not immune.”
Chimera straightened up in surprise. “Wait, so Red Arrow was the mole?”
“I was the mole,” Red Arrow confirmed with a grimace. “I just don’t know why. If it was the Starotech, then they wouldn’t have needed to have a handler for me or key phrases that would shut me down and ready me for new orders.”
Superboy watched him curiously. “Batman and Tornado said you were a Cadmus clone, like me.”
Red Arrow sighed and looked down. “That explains it. I must have been pre-programmed to infiltrate the League. I was probably given occasional new orders as well. I think one of those orders was to focus suspicion on Artemis and Superboy. More recently, I think Chimera was added to the list, in a much more explicit way.”
“Why?” Superboy straightened, glaring at Red Arrow. His arms twitched to circle around Chimera and pull her closer to him.
“They didn’t tell me,” he shrugged. “I never knew why I did any of it. I wasn’t part of the team, I was a tool.”
“I’m an easy target,” Chimera spoke up quietly. “He was already implicating Superboy and Artemis. Robin, Kid Flash, and Kaldur have known each other or of each other for years and see each other regularly enough to know if something was off. Zatanna and Rocket joined after Kaldur started noticing indications of a mole. That leaves me. And since you know almost nothing about me, I don’t even have a mentor to vouch for me, it makes doubting me easy.”
Superboy ran his hands up and down her arm to comfort her. Chimera leaned into his side slightly, keeping her focus on the conversation. Superboy looked over to Kid Flash and Red Tornado. “So where does Black Canary fit in?”
“Oh! Riiiiiight.” Kid Flash awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “We were transferring Red Tornado’s consciousness from his regular body to his android body when she interrupted us. She attacked us and we had to stop her.”
“So she’s infected as well,” Artemis observed.
Aqualad frowned at the ground in concentration. “If it’s an infection, then we need a cure. I will contact Queen Mera about creating an immunization based on Starotech. We have Black Canary we can test the cure on. Let’s move.”
Robin wormed his way next to Chimera as they moved to the communications hub for the ship. He pulled her into a quick side hug. “You know, we don’t need to know everything about each other to trust each other. And I do trust you.” He spoke quietly so only she could hear him.
Chimera closed her eyes as she hugged him back. “I trust you too, birdbrain.”
Robin rolled his eyes and shoved her away. “I take it back. I hate you.” Chimera cackled with laughter. Robin reluctantly joined her, trying to keep his annoyed facade. They tried unsuccessfully to school their expressions when Aqualad glared at them until Queen Mera answered, drawing his attention away.
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Waiting was torture. It always was. Waiting for something to happen when there was nothing you could do until then except think about the upcoming event, was agony. Chimera looked around the room. The Team was scattered each in their own space, waiting for Black Canary and Red Tornado to finish their preparations so they and Red Arrow could go in first and distract Savage, while the Team put the vaccine patches on the rest of the Justice League one member at a time.
Everyone was in their own head, bodies tense, and emotions on edge. They were going up against people they’d looked up to their whole superhero careers, parental figures, mentors. People who taught them how to fight, how to strategize. They knew more than the Team did and it was still unclear how much of their previous fighting knowledge they retained or if the person controlling them would have to come up with their own moves and techniques.
The Team was clearly dreading the former option, including Chimera. With so many different powers to go up against, she had cleared out the miracle box so she would have options for which powers to utilize. Changing was going to be tricky and she was going to have to keep Trixx well fed so she would be able to keep up her illusion of her suit not changing, but there was too much of a possibility for failure not to at least try.
She hoped she was hiding her apprehension better than the rest of the Team. No matter how much they tried to hide it, Chimera knew their tells. She knew Artemis set her jaw like that when she was anxious. She knew Aqualad clenched and reclenched his fists like that when he was nervous. She knew Kid Flash held his arm like that with his other hand when he was afraid. She knew Robin stared intently like that when he was apprehensive. She knew Zatanna bit her lip like that when she was unsure. She knew Superboy glowered like that when he was worried. It was slightly different from his many other glowers. And she didn’t need to know Rocket and Red Arrow to see their nerves in the darting of their eyes.
She looked between them and furrowed her brow until she perked up, something occurring to her. “So… it’s like a video game, right?” All the eyes in the room darted to her with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance, but she continued on undeterred. “I mean, they’re like characters in a video game, being controlled. That means there’s someone with some kind of controller.” She looked over to Aqualad. “Do you think there's any way that we could get our hands on that controller?” she asked with a devious glint in her eyes. “Just for a few minutes?”
“Oh my God! Yes!” Kid Flash exclaimed, immediately seeing where she was going and excitedly bouncing. “Can we? Can we, please?”
“We will not take advantage of our compatriots and mentors in such a demeaning way,” Aqualad answered sternly.
“Yeah, yeah morally reprehensible reshmensible. But, do you think we could?” Kid Flash asked again, his eyes bright. In an instant he was next to Chimera, both giving Aqualad overly wide smiles.
“No,” Aqualad said firmly.
“Angelic smiles aren’t working,” Chimera noted in a stage whisper. “Deploy kitten eyes.” She and Kid Flash immediately switched to sad, pleading eyes, aimed directly at Aqualad who barely noted them before rolling his eyes. Chimera harrumphed when she realized hers wouldn’t work since she had sunglasses hiding her eyes. Instead, she elbowed Zatanna who looked confused for a second before grinning and schooling her face to offer her own kitten eyes.
Superboy quickly looked to the ground to hide his smirk, but Artemis and Robin made no attempts to hide her laugh that echoed throughout the room. “Oh my God, you guys are such dorks,” Artemis eked out between laughs.
“Yes,” Kid Flash agreed, “dorks who love video games.” He turned back to Aqualad. “Pleeeeeeeeease.” He held his hands out in front of him in supplication.
“Are you two going to take this seriously?” Red Arrow snapped.
Chimera rolled her eyes and offered a kind smile. “Come on, tell me you don't want to see Batman punch Green Arrow.” Her smile turned enticing. “We can make that happen,” she singsonged at him.
Red Arrow scoffed. “I don't need remote control to do that. I just have to tell Batman any of the things Green Arrow has said behind his back and then suggest a spar between them.”
Chimera waved him off. “Fine. Green Lantern or Wonder Woman punch Green Arrow,” she offered instead with a knowing smirk. “I’m not even a protégé and I definitely have JL members I’d like to see get punched a few times.” She shrugged in an overly casual way. “Or, you know, one member anyway.”
Red Arrow cocked his head to the side considering the image of Wonder Woman decking Oliver. “Now that you mention it...”
“Oh my God!” Chimera exclaimed, eyes widening in excitement. “Dance Party!”
“Yes!” Kid Flash jumped on to her thought process, mirroring her excitement. “The Flash breakdancing. Hawkman doing the Carlton.”
Red Arrow looked over to Chimera with an analytical look. After a few seconds, his face broke into a reluctant smile. “Batman doing a scene from Phantom of the Opera, that’s angsty, he’d like it.”
“Yes!!” Chimera exclaimed, jumping with excitement that he had joined.
“Green Lantern and Aquaman doing the Kid ‘n Play,” Robin gave a small smirk, nerves still there, but lessening.
“Do you think we can get Martian Manhunter to do the Macarena?” Superboy pondered, coming up behind Chimera and resting his arm on her shoulders.
“It’s our imagination. We can get them to do whatever we want,” Chimera laughed.
“I would pay to see Wonder Woman do the worm,” Artemis smiled coming up next to Zatanna and bumping her hip with her own.
“Can we get my dad to do something? What should we get him to do?” Zatanna added with a hesitant smile.
“How about the Running Man?” Rocket offered, joining the rest.
“Green Arrow doing Gangnam Style dance,” Red Arrow gave Chimera a playful smile, joining the group to stand next to Chimera.
“My flute records. I can take video for posterity,” Chimera grinned back conspiratorially.
“I’ll take you up on that,” Black Canary grinned as she came up behind them. “I think it sounds like fun. Plus, I need more blackmail material. If I come across the opportunity, I’ll let you know.” She winked at them before turning to Aqualad with a serious expression. “We’re ready to go.”
Aqualad’s expression immediately transformed from light to serious. He stepped forward to address his team. “It is time. Are we ready?” He looked around to the Team waiting for nods from the group. Once he received them he watched Black Canary, Red Tornado, and Red Arrow step up to the Zeta tube. With them in position, he turned to Chimera. “Open the portal.”
*Note 2: The android body is from the show as is Queen Mera and some scientists coming up with a vaccine in a few hours, so those cheap cop outs are theirs not mine.
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in the stars - chapter 4
photo credit - @ssa-emilyhotchner
pairing - aaron hotchner x reader
warnings - canon typical criminal minds, stalking, angst. pretty tame chapter
summary - “I’m on a date.” You responded flatly. The other end of the line went silent.
a/n - hi besties. so this chapter is p short compared to the last one, i had like 7k something chapter 4 and it just didnt feel right, BUT that means chapter 5 is basically done i just need to edit it soooooooooooo hopefully wont take a long time lol! enjoy, heart yall forever
masterlist // series masterlist // read it on ao3
chapter 3 / chapter 5
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The rest of the team was left in various levels of shock. Everyone was struggling to process the bomb of information that had just been revealed. With hindsight, it was easy to connect the strange levels of tension and intimacy that radiated between you and Hotch. What was more difficult to swallow, was the new understanding that Hotch had been keeping this secret for nearly five years. Random ‘trips’ that Hotch would take out of state or the subtle sprinkles of wealth showing up in the form of gifts suddenly made sense.
This was completely uncharted territory for the entire team. Given Hotch’s history, it wasn’t too difficult to understand how protective he may be of any relationships post-Haley; but the magnitude of your relationship- both in terms of your status as well as length-, and the withholding of information even on the case was a different form of betrayal that couldn’t be kicked under the rug.
Hotch had always been one of the fiercest advocates for unity, truth and an equal playing field when it came to information concerning a case,- Morgan was still feeling second hand embarrassment for Jordan- for him to be the one to hold back such influential info was difficult to fully wrap their heads around. Anger, of course, was felt and there would certainly be time for that anger- not even getting started on the amount of questions everyone was bound to have-, but as the team was silently processing, they all reached similar conclusions. Hotch was displaying a softness and side of him they hadn’t seen in a very long time and they wouldn’t let their valid frustrations get in the way of solving this case.
Morgan was the first to speak, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I need to text Garcia about this.” He said, shaking the phone a bit. Everyone managed to laugh at that, all certain that Garcia would have the most interesting reaction to the news.
“You know…, the other day when she was giving me a tour of her house, I pointed out a bottle of Dalmore 25 she had on the wall. She got really weird about it and I thought she was trying to play modest, but this, this makes a lot more sense.” JJ remarked lightheartedly.
“So now we know Hotch has some game then, huh?” Morgan quipped, a large grin on his face. When everyone just stared blankly back at him, even more confused than they already were he continued. “Do you all not remember when he ‘magically’ got a bottle of Dalmore 45, those start at twelve grand”
Reid was about to open his mouth and add to the conversation, but just as the words were leaving his mouth Hotch stormed back into the conference room. One hand was tightly balled in a fist while the other was gripping his phone.
“She’s not answering her phone. Three times, it went straight to voicemail.”
“She isn’t on set today, when she left this morning she told me she had work related errands to run.” Emily recounted, racking her brain for any more info about your whereabouts.
Hotch strode over to an open laptop at the edge of the table, quickly hitting a series of buttons until a very flustered Garcia appeared on screen; her mouth dropping open when she saw Hotch.
“Questions later Garcia,” Hotch opened, already anticipating that someone Derek would have informed her of the latest news, “I need you to track Y/N. I want her current and last location.”
“Yes sir! I uh, I will do that right now for you.” Garcia responded, clearly doing her best to hold back the hoard of questions and comments she had. The sound of her vigorously typing filled the room. “Alright sir, so the bad news is that it looks like her phone is currently turned off, but! The last place it pinged at was outside of Chateau Marmont about three hours ago. Which for those of you who don’t know this place is notorious for being the A-lister hideaway-”
“Garcia, do a wide search for her name and location for today’s date. Check to see if there’s been any media sightings on her whereabouts.” Hotch ordered. He hadn’t forgotten how uneasy it had made him once he found out how easy it was to locate you. Paparazzi were a different form of ruthless and he’d never realized how difficult it actually was for people in the spotlight until he met you.
“Let me see…, yes sir you are right! I’m getting a bunch of hits of her entering the-” Garcia’s sentence falling off with an ‘oh’.
“Garcia, what’d you find?”
A headline popped up on the screen.
“Emma Co-Stars Pictured Together Out At Lunch: Has The Love Moved Past The Screen?”
Underneath, multiple photos of you quickly loaded. There you were, cheerily standing next to your co-star, looking up at him with a big grin on your face. The photos showed the two of you in different positions as you made your way inside. A few of him as he opened the car door for you. One of you with your arm wrapped loosely around his while you walked up the door. One of you ducking under his arm as you entered the restaurant.
The tension in the room was palpable as everyone did their own mini attempt at profiling the photo. It was difficult, you’d clearly proven to be a great actress and they knew you were capable of manipulating your outward emotions. It was even more difficult considering it was just a handful of mediocre quality photos.
Hotch was tightly gripping the edge of the table, forcing himself to keep a level head. He knew it was unreasonable to get angry over the idea of you with another man, but it didn’t help the pang in his heart as he recognized the genuine signs of happiness you were emitting.
“JJ,” Hotch said, voice dangerously calm, “call the restaurant and have them discreetly tell Y/N that ‘Andi’ is calling her.” Discretion was the highest priority for him, the envelope being even further confirmation that the unsub was closely trailing you. The last thing he wanted to do was either trigger a violent reaction or cause him to go underground.
Back when the two of you had been together, out of an abundance of caution, you used to refer to Aaron as ‘Andi’ in public. You hated not being able to thank him in speeches or mention him in any capacity, so this had been your best way around it.
“Yes sir.” JJ responded, quickly moving out of the room to make the phone call.
“Garcia, do you have any leads on the kid that dropped off the envelope?” Hotch asked.
“No sir. The car he left in was reported stolen a few days ago with no leads as to where it went. Camera feeds loose the car about three blocks away and his face was too obstructed to get any hits that way.”
“Alright, once JJ comes back with confirmation Y/N’s gotten the message, I’m going to pick her up. I want the rest of you to work with Garcia and categorize these photos. Cross reference whatever you can to get a timeline.” Hotch ordered, the rest of the team not being to be told twice.
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“Where the hell are you?” Aaron demanded.
Even through the phone, you could tell he was absolutely seething. It was bad, by the time you had picked up the phone you’d amassed a total of twenty texts and nearly ten missed calls from Aaron; not even mentioning the individual missed calls you had from each member of the team. It was bad, but in your defense it had been less than an hour from the first missed call to your current response.
What could you say? You were big on not being on your phone when you were spending time with friends.
“What do you mean, where the hell am I,” you answered, rolling your eyes as you leaned up against one of the private bathroom countertops. “How did you describe it before Agent? I’m very in ‘demand’.”
You could hear him groan through the phone and wondered if he was running his hands over his face; something he used to always do when you were being difficult; he absolutely was.
“Y/N-”
“I’m on a date.” You responded flatly. The other end of the line went silent. As you were debating whether or not you should add the part about it being a publicity date, Aaron’s voice came through.
“End it. I’m picking you up. The drive there from the station shouldn’t be more than 30 minutes.” Aaron said, his voice dangerously even.
“I’m perfectly capable of getting back to the station on my own Agent. I don’t need you stirring up an absolute scene-”
“Y/N,” he started, voice commanding in a way that told you he was serious, “a package was delivered to the station today. Filled with hundreds of photos of you over the years,” he paused again and you could hear him take a deep breath before continuing, “there’s photos of us in there. The unsub knows.”
You went silent, mouth opening over and over, unable to find anything to say. You had always envisioned a world where you and Aaron were some sort of ‘public’ knowledge, but never like this, obviously never like this.
“Y/N, I need to come get you,” Hotch said, his voice much softer now, “I can’t-, I need to see that you’re safe.”
“I’ll make something up,” You said quickly, before adding, “there’s a private valet area, I’ll send you the instructions to get past the gates and I’ll let the security know you’re coming to pick me up.”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes, don’t draw any attention to yourself.” And with that he hung up, leaving you stunned in the bathroom. You gripped the edges of the counter, staring at yourself in the mirror. You wished you could stay in the bathroom for hours, desperately needing some time to privately process what Aaron had told you.
That wasn’t in the cards for you though, so you quickly did some pointless attempts at ‘straightening’ your appearance- more for your benefit than anything else- before you turned the lock and left back for your table
You slipped back into your seat across from your friend and co-star Johnny.
“Your friend alright?” Johnny asked.
“Yeah, yeah,” you said with a small smile, “she’s fine. But my Agent called me when I was in there, she apparently managed to set up some last minute FBI consult to help me prep for an audition I have coming up. According to her, she ‘pulled a lot of strings for this’.” You said, rolling your eyes. The lie sliding out of your mouth with ease. “Whoever this FBI dude is, is supposed to come pick me up right about,” you looked down at your phone, “now apparently. So I guess our little date has to end early.” You said, giving him an exaggerated sad pout.
Johnny rolled his eyes at that, giving you a small laugh. The two of you were both equally uninterested, romantically, in each other. But you did get along quite well, so being ‘forced’ into hanging out with each other outside of filming wasn’t bad; you’d probably hang out outside of filming anyway
“No worries, we still on for running lines later tonight?” He asked.
You thought for a moment, before nodding. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now, help me flag down the waiter, I want to get one last drink in before I go.”
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About twenty minutes later you found yourself waiting out in the private courtyard of the restaurant. You were doing your best to calm your nerves, this being the first opportunity you had to try and process what Aaron had told you. You should’ve seen it coming, if the stalker was so obsessed with you, he must’ve noticed Aaron in your life at some point. But you had been so careful.
Then the other obvious thing hit you. His team knew. You were wondering how the team had taken the news when you saw the black SUV come into view. Aaron quickly stopped the car in front of you and before you could move to open the passenger door yourself, he was out of his seat in a flash, coming over to where you were standing.
For a moment you were both silent. You felt tiny under his unrelenting gaze, his eyes scanning your entire being as he ensured himself you were okay.
Without thinking, you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, ensnaring his arms tight to his side. As soon you realized what you did, you were internally kicking yourself, moving to loosen your arms nearly as fast as you had put them there.
“Aaron I-”
Before you could finish your attempted apology, Aaron had pulled his arms from under yours and repositioned them around you, pulling you tightly against him. Your head naturally fit perfectly under his and you took in a deep breath, letting his scent surround you. It was cliche, but you both were thinking about how perfectly your bodies melded against each other.
You felt his hand rest gently on the back of your head, gently stroking down your hair in a steady rhythm. “I got you.” He whispered, so quiet you nearly didn’t hear it.
You pulled your head back so you could look up at him. “I’m scared.” You said, admitting it aloud for the first time.
Aaron was staring hard down at you, his face soft. “I know,” he started, moving a piece of hair away from your face, “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, okay?”
You nodded at that, missing his warmth when he started to pull away from you. He kept a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the passenger seat. He opened the door and helped you in, gently shutting the door behind you. As soon as your door was shut he wasted no time in getting in the driver's seat, starting the car up again. With a quick check to make sure your seatbelt clicked was in, Aaron peeled out of the parking lot.
A few floors above the courtyard, in one of the private hotel rooms, a curtain was angrily thrown shut.
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