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jqmalikhsgib · 9 months ago

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blue skies

chapter:one

note: holy shit this probably won’t be as good as the original i wrote! i cannot believe tumblr fucked me! starting over. haley and aaron relationship is far more toxic in this fic. (not haley’s fault because she’s a saint!) aaron is a bit of a dick in the past (you’ll see why once i re—fucking—write the story thanks to tumblr you bitch 😩) haley and aaron separate around season two and divorce in the beginning of season three. this chapter focuses on 5x10. so yes, it will be haley’s funeral in the beginning so trigger warning for sadness!! foyet will be mentioned. 5x9 will be kinda mentioned as well so again, sadness! hopefully tumblr won’t delete this as well or i swear ill cry 😢

aaron is 43

reader is 33

also: i do not own any of the criminal minds dialogue (obviously) i will be using a few for this story! credit to the criminal minds writers!

you groan as your alarm goes off. you knew you needed to wake before your three year old daughter comes barging into your room and whining. you simply shut your alarm off before slowly lifting your body.

after finishing up your morning routine you head to the kitchen to make breakfast for your princess. you suddenly hear tiny little feet coming towards you. when you look down there was you daughter. she had the biggest brown eyes. her signature scowl on her face. one you knew she inherited from her father.

you smile before turning the stove off and lifting her. she rest her head on your shoulders. her sippy cup clutched to her hand.

“how’d you sleep, baby?”

“good, mamma! what’s for beakfast?” she still had a bit of a hard time pronouncing her ‘r’s.’

“just some eggs. you hungry, bug?” she nods her head simply. you smile before setting her down in her high chair and setting a small plate of eggs in front of her. she grabs her fork with her tiny hand and stuffs her mouth. you smile as you sit right beside her, coffee cup in your hand.

you turn on the news to see if it’s perfect weather for a park day. you knew how much lizzy loved park days on your day off.

your eyes widened when you see a photo of aaron on the screen. you turn the volume up and listen.

“…ley hotchner, wife of fbi agent aaron hotchner was murdered three night ago in their home by the boston reaper, george foyet…” your heart broke for aaron.

despite how much he broke your heart three year ago you still loved him. your best friend didn’t understand why. aaron had ended things with you the night you found out you were pregnant and blocked your number.

he told you he couldn’t love you. you were meant to be a distraction from his life. you lived thousands of miles away from him and he had a family. he told you that he could never be with you because haley will always mean more. that broke you into pieces. after almost two years of sex, cuddles, date night, jewelry you never asked for, and silent ‘i love yous.’ you were never gonna be her. you never blamed haley. you’re almost certain she didn’t know about you.

but when aaron and haley had been separated for awhile, aaron visit your small town in texas for a case, and many many tequila shots once said case was solved, you’d been wrapped in aaron’s arms.

at first you just wanted fun and casual. he was ten years older than you, tall, sexy, and fun. you didn’t expect to fall in love with the fbi agent.

but over time he visited more, he took you to the fanciest places he could find in your small town, sometimes you didn’t even have sex. you just talked and fell asleep in each others arms.

neither of you really knowing what this was. you didn’t wanna bring it up in case it was in your head. but you needed to know when you found out you were pregnant. you asked him what you were and if this was going somewhere.

aaron simply shook his head that night. he stepped back from you and broke your heart, “you and i were nothing more than fun. tell me you understand that yn? tell me you aren’t falling in love? because i cannot love you when i have a family of my own. a wife and a son!”

you had yelled at him stating she’s divorced him. she was no longer his wife. he had to move on. it had been almost a year since the divorce. but he simply shook his head, told you never to call again, and left.

you took his advice for a while. not contacting him for your whole pregnancy. but when you finally brought elizabeth to the world, you thought he should know about her. when you tried calling you’d realized he blocked your number.

your best friend hated aaron since that moment. she’d been the only family you had helped you raise the sweet little girl!

despite your best friends wishes you still gave her his last name.

“mamma?”

you break out of your trance and look over at your daughter.

“we going to the pawk today?”

you look back up at the weather channel and hum softly. “absolutely, bug!”

aaron clears he throat. he looks around to see his team and all of his and haley’s friends and family. he wasn’t sure he was able to do this.

he looks over and sees his ex father-in-law glaring at him. he didn’t blame him. haley’s death was his fault.

aaron opens up the folded piece of paper before he looks down and begins reading,

“w. s. gilbert wrote ‘it’s love that makes the world go round.’ and if that’s true, then the world spun a little faster with haley in it. haley was my best friend since we were in high school. we certainly had our struggles but if there’s one thing we agreed on unconditionally, it was our love and commitment to jack.” aaron continues his speak as everyone watched him.

you can see the grief of the man’s face. he was trying to hold it in for his son. as he finished the speech everyone tries to do their best to comfort him how they can. haley’s father and sister rest a single rose on her casket. aaron and jack were the last ones to do so. jack blows a kiss to his mom one final time before aaron walks away from his wife with his son in arms.

after the funeral everyone was gathered around. people were chatting and giving their condolences to aaron. he simply nods his head thanking everyone who passed by.

david walks over to aaron with two glasses. “i think you could use some air. i saw him with his cousins.”

aaron looks at his son before turning to his ex sister-in-law.

“could you make sure jack gets something to eat?”

jess simply nods as aaron follows behind dave. dave and aaron pass the team.

“you know i broke my promise to haley.”

“what promise?”

“i told her i would catch foyet and that i’d spend the rest of my life making it up to her.”

“you still can. you saved jack.”

aaron sighs before looking over at his son. he sees jess hand him a sandwich.

“you know, i may have the tools to do this job, but i don’t know if i have the tools to help my son.”

“you have to ask yourself, what kind of father you want to be. and when you figure that out. then you’ll know what to do.”

aaron hums. he looks down and plays with the end of his fingertips.

“i meant what i said today. things have changed. and i need to do what’s best for jack.”

dave nods softly. “you will.”

after spending an hour at the park you pick your daughter up gently. she was already exhausted. you smiled as she rest her head on your shoulders.

“mamma?”

“yes, baby?” you set her in her car seat.

“may we have ice cweam today?” she gives you these innocent bug eyes. it’s why you gave her the nickname ‘bug.’ she was too adorable for her own good!

“hmm, maybe! depends if you eat all your veggies tonight.” you shut the back door before getting in the drivers seat.

“i will. pwomise, mamma!” she smiles at you

you smile right back. your heart warming every time you see it. when you arrived home you spot your best friend, and roommate, shoes by the front door.

you were glad she’s home. she’d been on a business trip. gone for a week. you’d miss her.

you knew lizzy missed her as well. she’d ask almost every hour when her auntie jane was coming home.

“jane?!” you call out your best friends name. your daughter gasped. jane soon makes an appearance and smiles widely at you and lizzy.

“is that my favorite lizard?!” jane scoops your daughter up.

“janey!”

“lizzy!”

“miss you so much!” she gave jane a sloppy kiss on the cheek. jane return the favor.

“i miss you too, lizard! thought about you everyday, bug!”

your daughter giggles before jane sets her down.

“mamas gonna get dinner started, baby. why don’t you go and play a little?”

“kay, mamma.” she runs to her room. jane fills you in on the details of her trip. you both worked for a big tech company. you hated your jobs! but it was the best paying job you found. most of it was just sucking up to your bosses. they were the average sleaze bags who sexually harassed you even though they had wife and kids at home. you’d simply ignore it. you were great at your job.

you had plenty of ideas that were obviously stolen from you by your boss and told at conference rooms where the ceos would listen. since you were just an assistant it wasn’t much you could do.

“he made you share a room with him?!”

“yes! ive never been so quick to head to the creepy motel across the street! id rather rats and roaches crawl all over me than james.” she makes a face.

you laugh.

“he needs to be fired. who does something like that?” you shake your head as you finished up dinner.

“i know! we’re both smarter and more capable than james and martin! fire them and give us the high paying jobs!” jane grabs two plates for you and a smaller plate for her god-daughter.”

you hum in agreement. you fill your daughters plate up first.

“ill grab her.”

you wash your hands as jane washes both hers and elizabeths hands. you set your daughter down in her high chair before sitting in between her and jane.

the three of you enjoy your dinner. once finished you grab three small bowls and add ice cream to them.

“since you were such a big girl bug, you get ice cream!”

your daughter does a small little dance in her high chair. you coo at her cuteness. she truly was the light of your life.

once you were done with your ice cream you got ready for bed. when you finished bathing your daughter you lie her in her bed and read her a bedtime story.

“goodnight, bug.”

“night, mamma.” she falls asleep soon after. you take your own shower right after.

when you’re done you hear your phone ring. you frown at the unknown caller id. you decide to ignore it. resting your body on your bed. your phone begins to ring once more.

another unknown caller. you sigh before answering.

“yn?”

you knew that voice. you’d recognized it from anywhere.

“aaron?”

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romanestuffsposts · 2 years ago

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Hi lately that bloody time of the month is haunting me 😭 I would really appreciate it if there could be one where the little reader who is in pain but doesn't know how to tell her daddies but they soon realize why she is like this and take care of her with lots of kisses and cuteness please?❤️

Hi there love! 💜

Ohh I hope you're feeling better, sweetie! I sadly know the pain so I am fully behind you for the support

I hope you like how I write your request ❤️

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : period time, pain, little reader struggle to talk about her pain, angst, caring daddies, comfort, cuddles, kisses, pet names

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : Your Daddies take care of you in a hard period

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Your Papa is the first one to step inside your bedroom in the early morning. He quietly makes his way toward your bed and let the door open knowing that Bucky, your Daddy will follow soon.

He sits on the edge of your bed and watch with love your sleepy form. Your face is all relax, no frown, no worries, no fear, just a restful night who just ended. He loves watching you sleeping, he hates having to wake you up because he knows how much you love sleeping and how much you need it.

His fingers gently caress the skin of your cheek who's facing him "sweetie ?" he gently calls.

He hears footsteps behind him and feels the bed moving, another voice is heard the quiet room "babygirl ?"

You groan and hid your face in your pillow as you try to get back to sleep. You hadn't had a good night this time, you had cramp in your lower belly almost all night and you were too tired to go to the toilet. You felt your head spinning from time to time when you closed your eyes butat one point it ended so it was just your stomach.

You touch during the night that you peed on yourself but right now, you're not sure of what happened.

"if you don't tell get up then you can't decide what you want for breakfast because we'll cook what we want if you're not with us" your Daddy teases.

Your eyes open in your pillow. Breakfast... You want breakfast! You sudden crave for sugar. A sweet breakfast sounds perfect right now.

You lift your head from the pillow and is met with two smily Daddies "good morning, beautiful" your Daddy happily greets, his finger popping your little nose.

You scrunch your nose in a cute way after that pop and greet them back "should we go eat breakfast now ?" your Papa asks making you nod. You're super hungry now.

You stand up from your bed and take their hands as they lead you downstairs. You can smell the fresh aire inside the house, it means your Daddy opened the windows earlier this morning. You can smell the smell of the cleanser following you as you walk, meaning your Papa cleaned the house before waking you up.

"what do you want to eat for breakfast ?" Your Papa asks as you enter the kitchen. "wanna bueberry waffle and wanna pancake with sirop and wanna waffle with lots of chocolate and banana!" You happily exlam.

The fact that jumping on your tiny feet just a little is bringing you a weird feeling on your panties. It's like the feeling you have when you peed on yourself, it's something else. But you don't really pay attention to it, you're too excited to cook and eat all your breakfasts.

"Baby..." your Daddy frowns, looking down at you "it's a lot of sugar" he says "and more for the morning. Maybe it's not a good idea to do all of that but you can pick one"

Your face fell and an adorable pout shown on your face "you never asked for so much suagr, sweetie" your Papa interrupts "you feel good ?"

You frown and nod your head "jus wanna my sweet beakfast"

"and you'll have one, babydoll" your Daddy promises "we just need to know which one you choose ?" he tilts his head

You happily sit on the dinner table as you watch your Papa bringing you the breakfast you asked for. Of course the choice wasn't easy but you choose the one who made your mouth watering the more and now you're about to have it.

"here you go, princess" your Papa puts the plate before you and kisses the top of your hair

You start to eat your breakfast when you feel your cramp coming back in your stomach. You grimace and hiss as the cramp hit your lower belly and relax when the pain disappear. You bring your knees against your chest and rest your feet on the edge of your seat, the pain was less present when you were in that position in bed that night.

You keep eating as your Daddies wonder around the room to do things. You heard your Papa asking your Daddy to do the laundry while he finish cleaning the bathroom so you're all alone to enjoy your food.

Once you finish, you thought it was a good idea to clean your table and to put your dishes in the sink so your Daddies won't have to do it for you. But as you were walking toward the kitchen, another cramp kicked you making you let go of your dishes. You flinch when it breaks on the ground and wince at the pain.

You hear footsteps running down the stairs and soon see your Daddy rushing toward the kitchen, toward you "Are you okay ? what happened ?" he asks lifting you in his arms so you don't step on a broken glass.

He sits you on the counter island and looks down at the mess on the floor but as he gazes down, his eyes fall on his t shirt who has a blood stain on the side. He frowns you look at you to see if you're hurt and end up seeing a little cut on your leg. Thinking it was what caused the stain on his shirt, he grabs a towel and wet it with cold water before resting it against your cut.

You hiss a little bit

You see your Papa making his way in the kitchen in a hurry from behind your Daddy, he steps above the broken dishes and walks toward you "are you okay ?" he asks cupping your cheeks in his hands.

You nod "I sorry" you shamely say "wanted to help daddies" you mumble. You watch your Papa's face soften "don't you worry, princess. It's just dishes. What's the matter is that you're fine" he reassures you, dropping a sweet kiss against your forehead.

You nod again and close your eyes at his touch.

You watch your Papa cleaning the floor while your Daddy finishes cleaning your cut "why don't we go on the couch ? You can watch a cartoon while you digests" your Daddy proposes and once again, you nod.

"you want to walk there or do you want Daddy to carry you there ?" he asks stroking your thighs up and down with his big hands.

Not wanting to mess his shirt more with blood, you decide to walk your way to the couch with your Daddy's hand in yours. He helps you getting down from the counter and take your hand in his as you lead him to the couch. He's still scared there's a rest of tiny broken glasses on the ground so he decides to take the long xay to the couch and turning around the island.

Once you're on the couch, you curl in a little bowl, scared that the pain will come back and your Papa immediately notice the stain of blood on your pants, on the part in between your legs "sweetness ?" he asks making you humming back in answer "do you need to go to the toilet ?" he asks and looks at him with a frown

He keeps staring at you, waiting for you to answer and your frown slowly start to disappear as you nod your head slowly, keeping your eyes in his. "do you need my help ?" he asks and once again, you nod.

He stands up and lifts you in his arms making you whimper. You don't want to mess his shirt too.

He kisses your temple and quickly walks upstairs. He lies you on the changing table and lowers your pants down and then your panties.

He nods to himself as he understands that what he thought was right. "we'll clean that okay ?" he says stroking your belly. You nod and hiss again when the pain come back. Your Papa massages your lower belly as he whispers praises and sweet nothings until the pain fade away once again.

He throws your panties and pants away and takes out new ones for when he's finish. He grabs a washcloth and cleans your private part with sweet soap and fresh water so it's not too aggressive for you. You sigh in contentement as the wet feeling you had all night and all morning is thrown away after your Papa cleaned you.

He slides your new panties up your legs and puts your protection on it before putting your new pants on too. Before sliding your clothes up your stomach, he decides to be playful and he wants you to feel other sensation than pain on your belly so he wiggles his fingertips against your lower belly to make you giggle or laugh.

And it worked! You squirm and giggle as you try to block his vicious fingers to touch your sensitive skin "do you feel better, sweetness ?" he asks after stopping his torture. You nod and he kisses your belly a few times before getting you back on your feet

"I carry you or you walk ?" your Papa asks as he cleans the changing table. You look up at him with those big and dreamy eyes, you wait for him to finish so he could look down at you.

Once his eyes are on you, you lift your arms in the aire and make grabby hands. His face breaks into a loving smile and he happily takes you in his arms, you rest your forehead against his and you both close your eyes "I love you, my sweet and perfect little princess" he whispers and hears nothing else than the truth behind his words and the love attached to them.

"I love you too, Papa'" you whisper and he pulls away, his deep blue eyes dive into yours and you see his smile all over his face. He gently kisses your little nose before pulling you closer to him to start his way downstairs.

Your Daddy is sitting on the couch and immediately looks up when he hears you two walking in the living room. He smiles at you and Steve drops you on his laps before disappearing in the kitchen.

You curl into a little bowl against your Daddy's chest and he gently caresses your back with his hands "you feel better, babygirl ?" he whispers in your ear

" 'm tomach till hurt" you mumble into his chest, your eyes are close as you enjoy the comfort and warmth of your Daddy. You feel him sighing and his hands draw more paterns on your back "Papa went to grab something to help you, babydoll"

You nod into his chest and some minutes after, your Papa takes you back in his arms, he rests you on his laps, your side against his chest and your feet on your Daddy's laps. Your Papa lifts your shirt and pulls down your pants so it would rest on your hips. He puts a hot hot towel against your lower belly "it would help with the pain, sweetie" he informs you with a kiss on your forehead.

For the rest of the evening, your Daddies kiss, stroke, caress every part of skin they can see. At each cramps, your Daddies hold you tighter against them, they kiss it better, they whisper sweet nothings in your ears to make you feel better

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