#fargo head canons

[melodymunson]

Gator Tillman x fem reader headcanons

NSFW included some fluff and mutual pining.

Just some simple head canons of fem! reader and Gator Tillman (Fargo season 5) and their life together. (Spoiler-free)

I belong to you

Word count: 1,586 words

Ao3 link for the headcanons

-Gator and you met when you started working at the station. It was lust at first sight.

-He loved striking up conversations with you about anything just to talk because you mesmerized him.

-When you exchanged numbers he would call you at random times just to tell you how you were on his mind, that he was thinking about you.

-On any given weekday he would send you chocolates or flowers just because.

-When you worked until late at night he would make sure you got home safely by driving you home, especially during the cold and long winter nights.

-One random weekend he would just show up at your house unannounced spying on you from outside your bathroom and bedroom window with binoculars.

-For a while, he would play this game with you in the shadows. Unbeknownst to him you knew he was watching you and you put on a show for him.

-When his secret was out and you confronted him about it you decided to make things more official. A proper date was set up and you went out.

-The date was pretty special to both of you. You had the dinner reserved for a special dinner just the two of you. After you did some stargazing.

-Back at your place you enjoyed some drinks by the fireplace and had a shower together.

-The sex was mind-blowing, to say the least. You had wild and kinky sex whenever possible. On the kitchen table, on the couch, a faux fur rug by the fireplace, in his police car, at work on your desk, in his office against the wall, in the shower, the hot tub jacuzzi.

-You opened him up to new things since he was pretty sexually inexperienced. He loved to please you more than any other partner. He loved to do that special thing with his tongue that drove you crazy.

-Besides being a natural at eating you out, Gator loved it when you rode him and tied him up, blindfolded him, and restrained him.

-The Kama Sutra became a kink book you frequently referenced and used for new positions.

-You would roleplay the cop completely in uniform and Gator the criminal. This would lead to you handcuffing him and riding him for several rounds until he begged for mercy.

-You had started sneaking into his house wearing a Sally from the Nightmare Before Christmas mask and he would end up wearing his Jack Skellington mask and you would fuck the night away.

-Long nights by the fireplace just talking with some red wine was a great way to unwind with him. Gator told you so much about his life growing up and being the son of Roy Tillman.

-Gator just loved to be with you and do anything with you. Everything together was fun and you loved the way he looked at you.

-Everything about him was sexy even the way he vaped. Something about him smoking was just alluring to you.

-During the holidays you would decorate together especially for Halloween because it was one of his favorite holidays.

-You go all out with the Christmas lights during the wintertime and have spiked hot chocolate. Gator puts up all the outside house lights himself.

-It's a tradition to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas in December together while wearing your NBC masks.

-Eventually, Gators posters of naked women were taken down and replaced by sexy pictures of you. When he saw it he masturbated to it and told you.

-You rewarded Gator by giving him the occasional nude Polaroid and putting them in random places like his bathroom, kitchen, car, his desk.

-Sex with him was never boring and he was far from vanilla most nights.

-When you got angry or Gator did, you had the craziest and wild, passionate sex.

-Car sex was one thing you both loved. It just felt so good to fuck with the smell of leather seats.

-Sometimes you would have a quickie in a semi-public space or give him a handjob under the table.

-Sometimes he would finger you in a restaurant under the table or use a control for your vibrating panties.

-There were so many toys you bought to enhance your sex life you even got a sex room.

-A custom-made fleshlight was made for Gator to use shaped like your pussy.

-A dildo was made from a mold of his cock you used whenever he wasn't around.

-On days off you would go with Gator for long car rides and give him road head or a handjob.

-Spontaneous trips with no real destination were romantic and you always managed to find something to do together.

-Gator loved your body and kissed every single inch. Letting you know just how special you are to him.

-Candles and incense were lit often especially when you took baths together or in the bedroom.

-Even though Gator loved to top, you could easily put him in his place to be submissive to you.

-Both of you brought out the kinkiest side in each other. It was fun to try new positions and so many toys.

-If either of you were blindfolded, you would put your trust in the other and use safe words if necessary. Sometimes it was gentle together, other times rough.

-When he got a promotion at work, you made sure to give him the best head which turned into 69'ing together.

-Gator would love most to push you face down and take you from behind as he slapped your ass.

-Eventually, you convinced him to let you peg him.

-He's obsessed with your breasts always grabbing them and playing with them, using them as pillows.

-Gator loves to sext with you getting each other riled up for later in the bedroom.

-He loves metal and rock n roll. He plays it a lot and makes sexy heavy metal playlists for you.

-No other woman managed to make him this happy and you were the only one for him.

-Being with Gator was all you wanted. He knew your desires, turn-offs, your favorite things, and even small things about you.

-With him, you were in good hands and you could trust him to serve, honor, and protect you.

-When he proposed it was on your 2nd anniversary at your favorite restaurant. Hearing you say yes brought so much joy to him.

-The day came to move in together and you settled upon a nice cozy cabin in the woods.

-It was decided you would get a dog together for protection. It was a black labrador and he was named Gator Jr.

-Eventually, you got matching tattoos on your shoulders of infinity symbols with two entwining hearts.

-You'd go to the local drive-in together and see the newest action or thriller movie or comedy. Sometimes they'd play classic movies and you would see a double feature.

-Most nights he would have a beer and you'd enjoy wine in the hot tub.

-You'd star gaze together and wish on shooting stars, even naming stars after each other.

-Gator planned on having a nice family and one that wasn’t like the broken home he had come from.

-Being a sheriff meant he was to protect the people but he was the most protective of you the love of his life.

-Each anniversary was better than the last and he would lavish you with massages and gifts.

-Gator felt like you were his whole world and didn't know what he would do without you.

-Gator loved your touch, your beauty, and he doted on you.

-The best and biggest diamond ring was given to you on your wedding day.

-Your wedding was small at the local courthouse and your honeymoon was in California.

-Soon you were pregnant with fraternal twins, a boy, and a girl.

-Pregnant sex with Gator was intense in a good way he'd love how big your breasts got and loved to have you on top riding him.

-Kissing him always felt so good and so right. You could just kiss for hours and hold each other not a care in the world.

-Gator would always give the best full body and foot massages especially when you were pregnant.

-Sex was different but in a good way during your pregnancy and your breasts got even bigger which he loved.

-The twins were delivered in October at the hospital with Gator by your side.

-For 2 months you both took time off work to be with your babies.

-The kids got an at-home caretaker part-time and you did more work from home.

-Life was so much better with your beautiful twins and they received so much love.

-Eventually, you moved the family across the country to Nevada where it was warmer and away from his past.

-The kids and you as well as Gator would do family costumes for Halloween. One year you were the Sally to his Jack, and the kids were Zero the dog.

-A scrapbook was made for the twins with so many keepsakes and memories and many pictures of them and the family.

-Family life and being a father was perfect for Gator. He loved everything about fatherhood.

-As your caring husband, he did whatever it took to protect you and the town was lucky to have someone like Gator.

-Every holiday was special and your family made your days so much better.

-Gator now had the best family he could ever ask for and he felt like the luckiest man alive.

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[mwahmimi]

No please I am begging for you to expand on the Gator Tillman headcanon, I will give you my firstborn, a million dollars, anything you want

Hurts so good / Gator Tillman / One shot / Smut <3

CW- smut, hair pulling, degradation, spitting, name calling, p in v, thigh riding, creampie, D/S, pain, blood.

AN- I gotchu anon:,) I hope this is okay!! <3 thank you so so much for your request and taking so much interest in my writing! It means the whole world to me.

“You’re pathetic y’know?” Gator spits out, his words practically impaling your skin. “Look at you, riding my thigh. Since the second I got through the door. Fuckin’ all over me, stupid fuckin’ whore.”

He takes a fist full of your hair, pulling you back from your place in his neck so you can see his face. You can just about whisper out the word “Daddy” before he’s pulling at your hair and biting at your neck so hard, you wince at the thought of the bruises that will decorate your skin in the morning.

“I’m going to fuckin’ ruin you.” He growls, and with a dead pan face he’s eye fucking you before he even lays a finger on your skin. Gator brings his index and middle finger up to your lips, gently tracing them. His touch is featherlight, so painfully soft you’re desperate to feel more. He points to his belt, you know it’s a demand. Hands scrambling to undo his ridiculous sheriff’s belt buckle. “Fuckin’ cock drunk already? Even more of a whore than I thought.” He laughs, that quiet Gator chuckle of his that if you blink you’ll miss. He takes a hit of whatever disgusting flavour he has in that vape and blowing the smoke into your face.

Without warning or any real foreplay, Gator slams inside of you. “Tight fuckin’ hole. Made for me. Made for me to fuck. For me to ruin. I’ll tell you this darlin’ no other motherfucker is gonna have this hole. I’ll make sure of it.” Spitting on his cock before pounding into you again. He mutters, “don’t you fuckin’ dare move. For the same reason you don’t get to go on top. I fuck this whole for my pleasure, not yours. Pathetic little slut.”

He drags his nails into your back harshly, marking up his property. Gator takes your hands from beneath you, holding them behind your scratched up back. Your mobility taken away by that small act of dominance, your face has no choice but to be smothered into the bed sheets.

“There ya go, just fucking take it. Quit ya whining. I know m’ big but you just gotta be a good lil cocksleeve for me.” Pulling your hair backwards, contorting your body so he has access to your face. His wrist swings and you feel the familiar sting of his right hand burning against your face.

“Count with me now.” He spits once more, aiming for his cock but it reaches your back. The spit surrounding the fresh scratches that have begun to bleed. It stings but that’s the last thing you’re worried about.

He slaps your flushed cheek once more. “Two.” You manage whimper, your voice somewhat lost in the scene. “Three” .. “Four”… “Five”…

The pool between your thighs feels warmer, the overly familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach rises. You’re so close, your orgasm building becoming more and more intense by the second. You scream to Gator, signalling that you’re about to come undone on his cock. He takes a handful of your ass and squeezes, digging his calloused fingers into your skin, crescent marks left as decoration.

“Fuckin’ the moans out of you huh?” He teases, he’s not wrong though. The sounds pouring out of your mouth are ungodly and animalistic. You come undone, saliva dribbling from your mouth onto the pillow. Your cum drooling down your thighs. He doesn’t stop. He knows you’re overstimulated from the release.

“Gonna fuck you through the aftershocks. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Whore.”

He flips you over, fucking you in missionary.

He grunts, bending forward to grope your tits. Twisting your rosebuds in his fingertips, he spits on them caressing them before yanking at them once more.

He thrusts into you once more, spurting hot ropes of cum deep inside you. “Fuckin’ dirty whore, letting me do whatever I want to you. God I’d be embarrassed to be your father.”

Pulling out of you to spank your sensitive clit with his tip before easing up on you. “S’all good now baby. I got you.” Gator collapses on the bed beside you, pulling you into his chest. Reaching out for his vape, “so good for m’ princess” he praises and kisses your forehead and wiping the sweat from his.

“Wanna hit?” He offers you his vape, to which you aggressively decline. “Gross.” You laugh and shake your head.

“You’re gross” he repeats, brushing your hair away from your face, planting a kiss your cheek. “You’re the grossest girl ever, my grossest girl.”

[bigwhalelittlepond]

coat of a strange man, holding a care you’ve never felt.

The text:

With one hand I hold onto the patriarch’s fang. With my other, your coat. In turn, I let go of myself. And now, you have ruined me.

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I CAN FINALLY START POSTING OCXCANON YEAHHHHH

[lokidokeyartichoki]

Me, seeing another one of Joe Keery’s characters pick up a nail bat: !!!!!!!

[kickingitwithkirk]

Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam

WC: 1097

Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.

Warnings: A/B/O, dystopian au, canon elements, non/con, dub/con, incest, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, physical/mental abuse, mention of collaring/leashed, sexual/slavery, rut/heat, physical altercation, death/murder conviction, show level violence, parental dominance, trafficking, branding, panic attacks, bondage, forced mating

*Additional warnings will be added

Square filled: @spnmixedbingo -stalker

A/N: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N II: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

Part VIII

John leans against his truck's door, wearily rubbing his face, unaware that the judge is watching from their darkened chamber, yellow eyes alight with amusement. They held a glass of bourbon in salute and said, “Here’s to you, Johnny boy.”

****

Sam kept glancing in the rearview mirror every five minutes.

To the casual observer, it looked like he was checking on his brother, who passed out in the backseat, curled around his newly claimed Omega. But Sam’s instincts, which sometimes scared him, knew they were, by whom or what, he wasn’t sure, watched. 

Sam pulls out his Nokia and finds his dad’s number. “What’s wrong?” John’s gruff voice is grating on his frayed nerves. “I think we’re being followed.”

“Think or know? Which is it, Sam?”

“Know.” He tells of a vehicle that has been staying a quarter mile behind him since they left Devils Lake, ND. “We’re going to gas up in Fargo. I’ll let you know where to go next.” Thirty minutes later, Sam parked the Impala on the other side of a dual fuel pump and got out, stuck the nozzle into the rear port while John, checking his truck's rear tire pressure, quietly asked which vehicle it was that pulled into the station behind Sam. 

“Late eighties Mercury with the shitty two-tone job.” John moved to hang up his gas nozzle, “Take US75 to Wahpeton, then cut over to I-29. If they're still following, I’ll circle back behind them. If something happens, you haul ass to Bobby’s, don’t stop for anything. Understand.” 

Sam hung up his nozzle with a subtle nod and went to pay. Standing in line, he continued playing ignorant of the two people standing by the coolers watching him.

Several hours later 

Sam eyes the gas gauge while guiding the car through the cloverleaf exchange onto I-90 West, peers in the mirror, and sees that the car is still following but lets up some on the pedal anyways, so they’ll make it to Bobby’s because, at the rate the Impala burns fuel, they’ll be lucky to coast in on fumes. The vinyl creaked, and Dean’s head appeared over the seat-back, asking in a slurred, gruff voice, “Why are you driving my car?”

“Dad was ready to leave, and you were in no condition to drive.” Dean scrambles into the front seat, bumping into his brother, sniffs him, and Sam, already tired, isn't going to take any more guff, snaps, you stink like sex! Dean snatched Sam's snacks, guzzled his Mr. Pibb, then stuffed his mouthful of Funyuns mumbled, “This area looks familiar. Where are we headed?” 

“Would you believe Bobby’s?” Dean raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “That was my reaction when Dad told me.” Peering out the windshield, he jabbed, “You must be driving like grandma on Sunday ‘cause I don’t see dad’s truck.” Sam simply said, “He’s about half a mile behind.“ That set off Dean's radar and started to turn, “Don’t look!” Sam hollers.

 “Why? What’s wrong?” Dean yelled in his alpha voice, and Sam let loose a wrawl Dean had never heard an alpha do and slam back against the door. “Shit! I’m sorry Dean!“ Sam's eyes were huge and appeared as panicky as Dean's wolf felt. “S’kay, Sammy,” Dean's voice shook, “Just pay attention before you drive us into the barrier.” Sam’s eyes snap back to the road, and he quickly corrects. “Now, tell me what's going on.”

Sam fills him in on their being followed since North Dakota. Dean glanced in the side mirror, “Fuck! How long have my eyes been like this?” Sam shrugged, “No clue. They were like that when I talk you out of the courthouse.” Dean appeared remorseful. “Dad didn’t tell me anything about what happened.” Dean scoffed, “You know what happened!” 

 “Dean, I was referring to whatever happened in court today. And you’re not really to blame for…” A rustling in the back seat interrupts them, and Dean peeks over before averting his gaze forward. “I’m not to blame? I killed an innocent! Now I’ve sentenced her to this crap show that’s our lives. And you know the odds of her surviving if, no, when, I die? Zero! So Sammy, use your great intellect and convince me this isn’t all my fault.” Sam does try, but whatever he’s saying falls on deaf ears when his phone rings. Dean simultaneously alerts him, “Sam, that car is speeding up.” 

Cursing, he presses on the accelerator as Dean answers the phone. “Dad, what's happening?” He intently listens, “Dad’s going to try slowing them down. Says you need holy shit! Sam!!” Dean braced himself as his brother took the off-ramp too fast and fishtails onto a county road, gunning it. “Damn it, going have to realign the suspension after this,” he quickly dials another number. “Bobby, we’re coming in hot!” Dean says, “One car with two possible fugglies. Uh-huh, got it,” and hangs up. “He’s heading for the gate, don’t slow down.”  

“Dean, we’re cutting it close on the gas, man.” Dean leans over, “Don’t worry, Baby’s not gonna let us down,” silently praying Baby, don’t let us down while dialing again. “Dad, we’re running on fumes, need to back off; otherwise, you’re gonna be driving over us.” Sam can hear him giving orders. “Okay, when we get to the turn, Dad’s going to ram them so,” he pointedly gazed at Sam, who, spotting the gavel driveway entrance, nodded in acknowledgment and gripped the wheel tighter; he heard John's GMC roaring towards them. Dean calls over his shoulder, “Hold on, sweetheart...Sam now!!”

Sam smashed the brake pedal and cut the wheel, causing the 3,500-pound car to slide; screeching tires pierced the night as they left curved skid marks, then metal crunching when the truck's steel grill crashed into the other vehicle's rear end. Sam hit the gas, and the Impala roared under the Singer Salvage Yard signage, forcing Bobby to dive out of the way when gravel flew.

Partway down the drive, the car sputters and dies, rolling to a stop a few yards from the house. Bobby got up, mumbled idijits straightened his trucker cap, and heard the Impala’s squeaky doors simultaneously open; then Dean's voice was carrying on the night air, “If you’ve screwed up my car, I’m going to kick your ass!” 

Bobby marches towards the car and spits, “Stop giving your brother a hard time.” His rebuff dissipates when the elder brother's scarlet irises lock on him. Dean moves in front of a female sitting in the backseat like a predator protecting its kill and menacingly growls at him. 

Part IX

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[stardroptasteslikesocialism]

Say it Ain't So Part One

Gator has to face the music when his girlfriend turns his world upside down.

manchild!gator tillman x teacher!reader TW: Pregnancy, canon-appropriate violence, possible Fargo S5 spoilers.

Liberty Elementary School saw a lot more police presence after your first date with Deputy Tillman.

It was strange at first to the rest of the squad when Mr. Kick-Ass-Take-Names volunteered to cover school drop-off and pick-up times; a cupcake duty usually reserved for cops nearing retirement. And Gator wasn't exactly known for his concern for the wellbeing of children. But after seeing him make googly eyes over the new kindergarten teacher in charge of the car line, it made a lot more sense.

Things started to get serious between the two of you after a few months of back and forth during car line duty. He'd stop by your classroom during lunchtime, where you'd have an identical lunch packed for him. He'd rattle off stories about his morning that were most likely embellished to make himself sound cool. Still, you'd listen intently, trying not to get lost in those brown baby cow eyes of his. He'd feign interest in your morning with the "ankle-biters" as he dubbed them before heading back to his patrol.

You were keenly aware of the Tillmans' reputation. Sitting next to Gator in the front pew every Sunday Service led to many confused glances and jealous glares. Why on Earth would a teacher - arguably more educated than all of the Tillmans combined - seemingly settle for the high school has-been, nepotism man-child that was Gator Tillman?

But they didn't notice his look of adoration as you listened to every Sunday Service when the church's natural light hit the highlights of your face just right. They didn't see the Gator that made you laugh with his childish jokes and interests. They didn't hear the sweet nothings he muttered into your hair late at night, tangled in your sheets as you passed his vape between hits.

He made you feel beautiful; wanted, hell even needed.

The thought of possibly losing all of that terrified you. This was why the color drained from your face one particular afternoon when you heard a familiar knock on your classroom door.

"Mister Gator!" your students yelled in unison. They were enamored with the deputy.

"Mister Gator, is your gun real?"

"Have you ever killed anyone with it?"

"Can we see it?!"

The kids were relentless in their questioning of your boyfriend, who looked at you with panic in his eyes as the kids swarmed his legs. You rolled your eyes as he mouthed 'help me' before placing two fingers in your mouth and blowing your best Midwestern dad whistle.

"Hey! One, two, three. Eyes on me, kindergarten!" you shouted over the babble of 18 five-year-olds. You stifled a groan as all eyes fell on you, including Gator's, "Quit asking about Deputy Tillman's gun. It is for emergencies only and can only be used by him. Got it?"

The kids (and Gator) nodded.

"Good. Now, line up for lunch. You'll sit with Miss Julie's class today."

Gator heaved a sigh of relief as the kids lined up for lunch, chattering away. You felt his casted arm grace the small of your back.

"We need to talk," you whispered, ducking from his attempt to peck your cheek. You waited until the last kid was out the door before you locked it, leaving you and a confused Gator alone.

If a man could short-circuit, you'd probably witnessed it as you watched Gator freeze rigid, leaning against your Halloween-themed bulletin board.

An agonizing silence loomed over the classroom before Gator finally cleared his throat.

"H-how, uh, how long have you known?" he stammered, his fingers fidgeting with his vape. You could tell he was fighting every urge to give it a massive inhale in front of you.

You ran a hand through your hair and sighed, "I took like four tests this morning; all positive."

Gator mimicked your hand through his own hair, muttering fuck under his breath.

"Look, Gator I'm sorry," you shifted against the desk you were leaning on, "I definitely didn't plan on this, and I know this isn't exactly what you wanted, but-"

You kept rambling, but your voice was warped to Gator's ears like he was underwater; he was drowning. Drowning in the realization that he had fucked up; he royally fucked up again. Your tear-drenched pleading snapped him back to reality.

"Gator, please say something! I feel like I'm losing it, here."

Gator opened and shut his mouth multiple times before uttering a strangled "I - I don't know what I should say," God, his chest felt tight, "I don't know how to be a dad, Y/N. I'm already a colossal fuck-up in my dad's eyes. I don't want to fuck this up, too."

For the first time in his life, he was speechless; and it was happening at the worst possible time.

"Well, you're not off to the best start, asshole," you sniffled and wiped your nose on your bright cardigan's sleeve before glancing at your watch, "Kids'll be back in five minutes," you rubbed at your eyes, attempting to erase any evidence of your tears, "Look, my first appointment's on Monday. Come by if you want to. Or don't if that's what you want."

You turned your attention to the construction paper at your desk. As Gator turned toward the door, you called his name one more time.

You took a deep breath as he turned your way.

"There's no half-assing this; I can't have you half in and half out of this kid's life. It's all or nothing with me, Tillman. Don't come around unless you're ready for that."

Gator quietly nodded before entering the hallway and inhaling the largest gust of strawberry kiwi nicotine he could muster on the way to the patrol truck.

Gator spent the rest of his patrol mindlessly staring out the passenger window in an attempt to clear his head. But the longer he stared at the empty North Dakotan plains, the more his thoughts spiraled.

You were having his kid.

He was a boy in a man's skin; twenty-six, still in his childhood bedroom; still doing chores for his daddy. Before you blew into his life he was destined to live life under Roy Tillman's thumb, sniveling in the sheriff's shadow with nowhere to hide from the town's judgment.

You were having his kid.

And he dragged you into this, too.

Once Roy caught wind of his son knocking up a schoolteacher any semblance of freedom for you two would be gone. Roy would either use his connections and bribe you into agreeing to a back-alley abortion; or, he'd strong-arm you both into a shotgun wedding and life on the ranch forever under Tillman's watchful eye. No option sounded good.

Gator nodded at his partner, Alvie, as they neared a familiar gas station.

"Pull over here. I gotta take a piss."

Alvie obeyed, agreeing to fill up as Gator went inside. After taking a much-needed leak, he scoped the gas station for some much-needed snacks. After finding his goods he paused for a second before grabbing another pack for you. He wasn't sure if you'd even like them, but he figured the thought would count.

An eerie silence permeated the air as Gator climbed back into his passenger seat, tearing open his jerky packet with his teeth.

"Fuck, that's hot," he muttered as he struggled to open his Mountain Dew bottle with his casted arm. The heat rising in his lips made him regret his choice of snacks for you. He sat for a second in silence before glancing at his rearview mirror.

It was the image in the side view mirror that made him slide down in his seat in a panic before clambering out of the truck, service revolver in hand. Gator crept to the bed of the truck where Alvie lay dead on the pavement, a knife through his chest. Gator's pulse sped up and his breaths became ragged as he read the message attached to Alvie's bloody corpse.

You owe me. _______________________________

Thanks for reading! This is my first Tumblr fic and first Fargo fic, so any input is welcome. Stay tuned for part two!

[gerhardtz]

HIFargoWeek Day 6 - Never Met In Canon

Head In A Bag - Oneshot | 1.3k words

Hanzee pays Mike a visit at the Pearl Hotel and delivers an ominous message.

For Day 6 of Highly Irregular Fargo Week 2024: Never Met In Canon

[sidekick-hero]

🔪🛼🍄

Klaus, thank you for the ask my friend! 💜

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Answered here! I mean, I also research a lot about locations. For my Metaldeputy fic I did a lot of research on the area Fargo S5 plays, so everything about Dickinson you find in there is true. The bar and hotel and auto repair all exist.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I think smarter people than me have written about this, but I think Steve and Eddie have complementary love languages.

Steve's love language is acts of service. He would give Eddie the world, he would do anything to make Eddie happy. He shows his love in gestures, big and small. He holds open doors, gets Eddie's favorite food, picks him up from band practice, buys tickets for a metal band he doesn't even know and takes Eddie because he knows it will make Eddie happy. He never forgets their anniversary, and he always, always kisses Eddie hello and goodbye. Even when they fight, so that Eddie knows that he still loves him, even though he could kill him right now. It's exactly what Eddie needs because his dad always promised him to stay, to change, he doesn't believe in words, only actions. Like the way Wayne took him in, gruff but steadfast and kind. No one has ever gone out of their way to show Eddie how much he means to them, not like this, not like Steve, and that's exactly what he needs to feel cherished and loved.

Eddie's love language is words of affirmation. He's always been good with words, always someone with a head full of stories and lyrics. He knows the power of words, good and bad. So he uses them to tell Steve how wonderful he is in a million different ways. He's smart in his own way, curious and resourceful. He's loyal and kind, strong and protective. Eddie never tires of reassuring Steve of his worth, of reassuring him of how much Eddie loves him. It soothes all the harsh words from his father, all the insults to his intelligence, all the times someone made him think he wasn't good enough. Eddie is happy to shower Steve with compliments as long as he lives, because to Eddie there are a million things about Steve that are lovable.

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Maybe this is a common experience or maybe it’s just me: do you ever make up a head canon/background for a character that is never covered in the actual canon so totally up for interpretation, but it becomes so true for you that you can’t read other people’s interpretations cuz they conflict with yours?

Back when Fargo S4 first aired I started writing some vignettes about Patrick/Rabbi Milligan and his time with the Moskowitz family, but I never finished and never posted it, so there’s no way anyone could ever know what my own ideas were. Yet when I read other fanfics that have their own version of that time, I’m like “no! I can’t accept this! *plugs ears* Lalalala can’t hear you!” The fuck is wrong with my brain?

[dandelioninajungle]

Watching Fargo and I just laughed so hard I choked. I swear. You know when you comically head canon a thing before you see it and you KNOW it’s entirely left field, it’s not a thing…it CANNOT be a thing…and then it IS a fucking thing 😂

I forgot how much I love this twisted show.

[melodymunson]

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Walter Keys Mckey x fem reader

Robin Buckley x fem reader x Eddie oneshot

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older Billy Hargrove x younger fem!reader with fem!burlesque dancer OC 

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chapter 1 of older rockstar Eddie x younger fem reader series (full series 21 chapters on ao3)

Goth cheerleader fem!reader x Eddie Munson chapter 1 of 2

Goth cheerleader fem!reader x Eddie part 2 of 2

Fem reader x Steddie Halloween

Gator Tillman x fem reader Fargo head canons 

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Steddie x fem!reader oneshot need u tonight

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Eddie Munson x fem!reader x Chrissy Cunningham oneshot

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Steve Harrington x fem reader x Eddie Munson need you tonight

Steve and Eddie are your roommates. They hear you one night talking in your sleep and saying/moaning their names. They come to see if you are alright and find you touching yourself.

Gator Tillman x fem reader head canons I belong to you

Just head canons for Gator x fem reader and their life together

Kurt Kunkle x fem reader rock you like a hurricane oneshot

As Kurt's #1 fan, you go out of your way to meet him and drive Spree with him. You go on to commit violent acts together and depravity. You show virgin Kurt the time of his life and he has all of his sexual firsts with you.

Steve x Eddie x reader Christmas

Steve Harrington, Eddie and you spend an amazing night at Steves's place after a Christmas party and make it an early Christmas to remember forever.

Cheerleader reader x Eddie Munson

3-part series slow burn strangers-friends-lovers. You were dating the hottest jock in school until one day you meet Eddie and your life changed forever.

Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham x fem!reader love my apocalyptic

You were former friends with Chrissy Cunningham. One day she showed up to visit the trailer park to buy some Ketamine from your boyfriend Eddie who you live with. What started as a rocky evening led to a night the 3 of you could ever forget.

Platonic Steve Harrington x Robin Buckley & fem!reader

The reader works with Steve and Robin in the Family Video and already has an established relationship with Steve. When Robin finds out she likes girls and that they have unrequited feelings for each other, they plan a date night at Steve and readers' condo.

Older rockstar Eddie Munson x younger fem!reader (series completed 21 chapters).

Series summary: Corroded Coffin have a reunion tour with none other than doom/gothic metal legends Type O' Negative. Reader recently finished college with a bachelor's degree in the music business. After being interviewed by none other than Eddie Munson himself, you get the job as their touring band manager. What starts as a business relationship grows into friendship and eventually an epic romance. Steve Harrington is CC's bodyguard. Eventual Steddie x fem! reader. Multi-series. Eventual smut.

Older Billy Hargrove x fem reader x oc burlesque dancer oneshot

Going to a burlesque show with your boyfriend Billy leads to you meeting one of the dancers and having the best night of your life.

Adult star Steve Harrington x fem reader x fem oc

You and your college roommate and friend need to make ends meet and decide to start working for a phone sex hotline. Steve is your client and you eventually make adult films together

Older Steddie rockstar x younger peep show reader headcanons

Headcanons rockstar older Steddie x younger goth/punk reader. Reader is close to mid-20s and Steve/Eddie is middle-aged in their young 40s. Includes how reader met them through first being a peep show performer.

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[mwahmimi]

Ok… I would like a gator tillman smut like maybe he has been away for awhile because Roy asked him to take care of something and when he comes back all he wants it’s reader but he’s not only f*cking reader but makes love to reader… idk something like that

Far too long / Gator Tillman- Fargo / One Shot / Smut

CW- smut, the term daddy is used, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, p in v, porn with a slight plot, established relationship, x reader.

“Been a while huh princess? Daddy has to work, you know that right? Daddy works to keep those hands of yours soft and manicured, while mine are dirty and calloused. Y’like that though don’t you? My hands all rough, rubbing against this pretty little pussy. Look at her, she’s crying out for me. Your little princess brain is leaking out of her.” Gator teases, he rubs his middle finger through your slit. Separating your folds and zeroing over your clit. Your breath hitches as he begins to curl his fingers inside of you, his fingertips grazing your g-spot every time he pumps them into you.

“Please.. No more. No more teasing. Want you. Please.” You’re begging him, he’s been away for little over two months, some bullshit that Roy had sent him away to take care of. You weren’t interested in his work, you learnt a long time ago to ask no questions. Ignorance is bliss. But your body aches for him, your head full of nothing but Gator Gator Gator. Your clit practically throbbing his name in morse code. He knows just how to tease you, having dated you for so long he knew your weak spots, how to melt that mind of yours.

“See, any other time, Daddy would tell you to be patient. But fuck. Babe, I need to be inside you. Been away far too long. Never again. I’ll work from fucking home and dad can just fucking like it.” He spits his words out like venom on his tongue. You knew he was lying, as much as you loved him, he could never stand up to his father. That’s a problem for another day, you hum as he rubs his dick against your slit. Your pussy acting as all the lubricant you could ever need, leaving his length slick and wet. Ready for you.

With his first thrust inside you, you’re putty in his hands. Your breath hitches as his cock hits your g-spot, violating the area until all you can think about is how good it feels. Nobody has ever fucked you so good.

“My girl. My fuckin’ girl. Missed you so much. Not just this ass of yours either. Missed your love.” Gator groans as he gently slaps your ass, leaning forward to rub your clit. It’s almost too much, the praise and the feeling of his fingers kissing your hypersensitive clit.

“Daddy. Missed you too. Love you. Love how you make me feel, love you.” You manage to get those words out in-between moans, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with every movement he makes deeper inside you. You’re convinced you can feel him in your stomach.

“Love’ya too- Gonna fill you up so good baby.” His words tease you, all your thoughts muddle up into one, Gator. Gator and how he feels, fucking the moans out of your mouth. Gator and how he’s over-stimulating both your clit and your g-spot at once. Gator and how he’s still wearing that shit eating smirk on his face, knowing how much it gets to you. All you want in your life is Gator.

Your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach, the familiar feeling rising higher and higher. You clench around Gator’s cock. Almost trapping him into cumming inside you as you come undone yourself.

“Close.. so close. Please.” You whimper, your face buried in the pillows of your shared bed as you desperately dribble saliva from your mouth onto the sheets. He picks up the pace, not wanting to waste any more time. He just wants you. He wants to make you feel incredible. And that he does, when your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. Gushing over his cock as your tormented clit becomes even more sensitive after cumming. He doesn’t stop fucking you, he pounds into your hole faster and harder than before. It’s all too much for your little body to handle and he knows that. You can’t hold it any longer, your pussy squirting over your boyfriend and the bed.

Soft groans come from behind you as Gator ruts. Wiping the sweat from his brow and pulling out of you, ropes of cum still dripping from cock and dribbling out of your abused cunt.

Gator wipes the mess from your body and his, ripping the soiled sheets off the bed as you both collapse on the mattress in each other’s embrace.

“Love you.” He whispers against your cheek before planting a gentle kiss through panted breaths. “Love you too.” Your eyes still tightly shut, as if opening them would make the moment just a dream. You squeeze his arm a little, needing something to grip onto as you crash back from ecstasy to reality. The pair of you lay there, breathing each other in, not wanting to move a muscle. Roy better not send him away for this long ever again.

[vtforpedro]

winter wonderland (1/1, 5547 words) Pairing: Mr. Numbers/Mr. Wrench Rating: Mature Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Not Canon Compliant, Chance Meetings, Some Humor, Implied Sexual Content, Assassins & Hitmen, Murder, Partners in Crime, POV Numbers, numbers-centric Summary: “You know, people talk about fates colliding and all that, which has always been bullshit to me, but who the fuck expects to find a partner in Bemidji, Minnesota?” In which Numbers may not call it fate but he thinks it has to mean something. --- A lil wrenchers attempt while I’m in between fandoms. Thanks for checking it out <3

[himbocampus]

I feel like Swanee can rip a whole apple in half with her bare hands.

[maybege]

Car Ride - FBI 9

Summary: The case continues as you and Hotch head to Fargo. (Part 9 of FBI)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 3.7k | Rating: T

Warnings: canon-typical warnings, some flirting, some fluff, the usual

To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I would be posting today considering how I went off on tumblr today but I promised the chapter today so today it shall be posted. I am not sure when/if the next part will be out considering the interest in this story is not really there but it was fun while it lasted and I want to thank those of you who ever took the time to comment on this little treasure of mine. ❤️

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When you woke up, you felt warm and there was a familiar scent in your nose.

Hotch.

You sat up, suddenly afraid you had overslept. Your cheek felt numb from how it had pressed into the coarse fabric of the one pillow this sofa had. But that did not explain why you felt so cosy.

Someone moved in your peripheral and you spotted Reid, putting a pin on the map.

“Did you find anything?” you asked him groggily, slowly sitting up. Something fell off your shoulder and into your lap and you frowned, finding a pile of dark fabric between your hands. A jacket. A suit jacket.

You blinked, your brain playing catch up with all the impressions of Reid answering you somewhere far off and the feeling of the black fabric between your fingertips. You had seen it before. But where?

Someone entered the larger room and you looked up, spotting Rossi and Morgan talking to Hotch. Hotch who was wearing only his white dress shirt, no jacket in sight.

Had he given you his jacket?

You swallowed thickly, your heart beating so hard in your chest it almost hurt. This was definitely Hotch’s jacket. And it had been on your shoulders when you had woken up. Which meant that someone must have put it on you.

The inevitable hopeful wish that he had been the one to blanket you with it in some small romantic gesture nestled in your head and you bit your lip, desperately trying to get your feelings under control. Maybe it had been Reid who had covered you with a jacket he had seen lying around? Maybe in your half-delirious state, you had been the one to grab it and you just did not remember anymore?

As if he could sense your thoughts, Hotch turned his head, his eyes meeting yours and you sat up straighter. Like that would fool him.

He tilted his head, motioning for you to join them and you did.

No one paid attention to you when you joined the group, something you were immensely grateful for. Taking the rest had been the right decision but you still did not want to feel like the weak link in the group, at least not this obviously.

“That was the Fargo police department,” Hotch revealed and you only now noticed the phone in his hand, “they found the body of a missing child.”

“Charlie?” Morgan asked what you were all wondering. The tension was palpable and it was clear that all of you were on edge. It was moments like this one that you realized just how in tune everyone was with each other and even if you were still unsure of what your place was in this group, you were somehow a part of it.

“They don’t know,” Rossi answered and you frowned. When had the two of them talked alone? “The only thing we can do is go and see and hope for the best.”

“Either way, there are parents out there who will get the worst news,” JJ said what you were all thinking and your heart clenched. Cases involving children were never easy. And you doubted they would get easier with time.

“Okay,” Hotch’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, “I’ll take Morgan and Y/N. The rest of you stay here and continue to work on this case. We cannot afford to lose time if it isn’t Charlie’s body.”

You nodded, swallowing back a yawn.

Morgan stood up, “Hotch, I think I might be better staying here. I got this lead with the parents that I would like to check out with Reid.”

Hotch looked at him, his mouth pulled in a thin line and your heart skipped a beat. There were only a handful of times when you had witnessed someone openly disagreeing with him and it always caused this look in his eyes. The kind that inspired all kinds of dreams about him where he would ‘discipline’ you.

“Very well then,” he nodded, closing the files, “Morgan stays here and we,” he looked at you, “will drive to Fargo and see what we get there. Keep us in the loop.”

“You got it, boss,” JJ agreed.

One hour in a car with Hotch alone. Great.

“Alright,” he nodded, taking his jacket like nothing had happened and you felt your heartbeat start to race when you thought about how you still had the smell of his cologne in your nose, “Let’s go.”

“Have fun!” Prentiss grinned and you rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what she was thinking. Him catching you off guard today? And now you had all this time to kill? It just screamed him subtly (or not so subtly) interrogating you about why that happened.

*

It did not even take 10 minutes into the drive until Hotch opened his mouth. “I heard what you said to Reid on the plane today,” he stated, “About donating your clothes from the Smith case.”

You had remained silent, stoically looking out of the window in the hope that (1) your silence would keep you from embarrassing yourself in front of a man you found way too attractive considering he was your boss and (2) it would deter him from talking to you. After all, Aaron Hotchner was not known for being the most sociable within the BAU (Penelope held that title proudly and you doubted anyone would ever come close to her extrovert antics). But he was also a profiler – and your boss.

“Look I don’t care if it’s some kind of coping mechanism that Dr Johnson has in her book,” you defended yourself, feeling on edge with him this close and your heart in your throat, “If working for the FBI means I’ll have to keep some soiled clothes from an unsub then – quite frankly – I don’t –“

“I was going to say that Garcia has a list of second-hand shops we like to donate to in such cases.”

“Oh.”

He shifted, you watched his long fingers on the steering wheel and your brain provided the very helpful image of them on your skin. Or inside you. God, what would it feel like to have his fingers play with you like that? You swallowed thickly.

“Is Dr Johnson still bothering you?” he asked after a while, a knot between his brows, “Do you want me to talk to her?”

“What?” you blinked, blood rushing to your cheeks in the hopes that he couldn’t read your mind. Because sometimes you were convinced he could. “Oh no, she, uh, I mean she made her opinion of my being in the FBI very clear but thanks to your evaluation she leaves me alone.”

He nodded once, showing you that he had heard you but not speaking anymore.

But now that he started the conversation you couldn’t just bear the awkward silence for the rest of the drive. Your fingers thrummed on your knee as you feverishly thought of something to say. Come on, come on, come on. It can’t be that difficult, hell, you just saw him yesterday at the bar!

You sat up, “How did you get home yesterday?”

“Shared with Rossi,” he replied, “apparently he has some kind of driver service he can tap into.”

You huffed with a smile, knowing that Rossi would never stoop so low as to get a rideshare. Even if he had spent the entire night in a bar with people who earned less than half of him. “Gosh we should all be able to become bestselling writers, then we could get our own drivers,” you joked.

“And Garcia could afford that giant umbrella cocktail,” Hotch offered with a grin. You gaped, unsure how to interpret his tone other than … a joke? Had Aaron Hotchner just made a joke? While on a case? With you alone in a car?

The hysteria of the day caught up with you and your unsure giggle turned into a full-blown laugh. You could hear him joining you, his quiet chuckle sending shivers down your spine because fuck did he sound beautiful. That should be forbidden, for a man to sound this attractive.

You both trailed off, silence filling the car again and you wondered if they ever listened to the radio while on a long drive. For some reason, you couldn’t really see it. Except maybe in the rare cases where Penelope was sharing with Morgan.

“So, what do we do if it’s not Charlie?” you asked, genuinely curious, “Would we assume it’s the same offender?”

“It’s suspicious that the body would show up mere hours after Charlie has been abducted,” Hotch replied, “It’s worth a thought.”

“Did they give us the files for the missing child?”

“Not yet, I asked the sheriff to prepare them so we can sight them as soon as we’re with the ME.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded, looking outside as you saw the first signs of the bigger city approaching, “I just hope this will help us in some way.”

*

“This is not Charlie,” you stated, as soon as the ME had lifted the sheet.

Hotch nodded, looking up at the woman. “What can you tell us about her?”

“COD was blunt force trauma to the back of the head.”

“It’s not messy,” he noted, his head tilting, “When was the time of death?”

“Somewhere between midnight and 5 am this morning,” the woman explained, pointing to a few bruises on the girl’s hands, “There are signs of defensive wounds but it is clear that he knew what he was doing. Her death was quick and – as far as the wounds tell – relatively painless.”

“He’s done this before,” you deduced, “He knew exactly how to dispose of her quickly and efficiently before taking Charlie?”

“If it’s the same unsub,” Hotch interjected from the other side of the table.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” you asked, looking up at him.

“First a white girl from Fargo and now a black boy from the suburbs and an upper-class family?” he listed, “Crossing gender and socioeconomic spheres is highly unusual in cases like these.”

“They’re the same age,” you argued, “No sexual violence indicates that he doesn’t want them for his pleasure. If he doesn’t display a preference then maybe it is not his own he is acting on. Or maybe their looks aren’t what he chooses them for?”

“Then what does he want them for?”

“Well that’s for us to find out,” you quipped, feeling particularly confident. In the corner of your eye, you could see the ME raise her brows. But you were too focused on the man in front of you to care.

Hotch’s lips quirked up as he looked at you. It felt like there was tension between you, the kind of tension that would fill steamy supermarket novellas, and it got difficult to breathe for a second.

You were the first to break eye contact, the heat in your face too much to bear.

“We’re finished here,” Hotch announced calmly, “thank you, doc. Let’s get to the station.”

He was still looking at you when he held the door open, clearly waiting for your, and you felt your cheeks burn. “What?”

“You’re getting more confident,” he simply said, his large form looming behind you as he followed you through the doorway and you could see his big hand move against the glass of the door as he let it go, “that’s good argumentation, agent.”

“Thank you, sir.”

This time, he did not correct you.

*

The police department was significantly larger than in valley city but just as busy. You wondered if they were all here for the body but just passing a few desks, you could hear talk about all kinds of cases. The world did not stop for a missing child, after all. Although it often felt like it.

An older man looked up, spotting you and making his way towards you.

“Agent Hotchner,” he greeted the tall man next to you, “thank you for coming on such short notice.”

“Thank you for alerting us to the case, Sherriff Dunston,” Hotch replied, shaking his hand and introducing you, “The rest of our team is staying in Valley City. Could you show us the files of the missing child you mentioned?“

“Of course, follow me.”

You followed the sheriff, expecting Hotch to walk beside him but he remained on your pace, something that made your heart skip a beat. Then again, when did he not make you feel like on cloud nine?

Sherriff Dunston pointed you to a small office space that had seemed to have been prepared for your arrival.

“Hannah Williams went missing two weeks ago,” he stated, pointing to a few files, “The case did not get a lot of attention, we suspected a runaway. Apparently, she had done that before and came back unharmed.”

“Why did we not work the case?” you asked, looking up at Hotch with a frown, “A missing child deemed a runaway that quickly?”

“The local field office wrote the consultation.”

Meaning: Somewhere in the local field office, someone was losing a lot of sleep. You did not envy them.

*

Countless reports and files and written witness statements and interview recordings later, you finally felt like you had a grasp on the whole thing. The cork board had been covered in pictures of other missing children cases in the area – a discovery Garcia had made upon researching possible unsubs.

(That statistic in and of itself had prompted a heated discussion between Hotch and Dunston that you hadn’t been privy to. But you could feel the frustration radiating off him regardless.)

“Okay, this is just a theory and maybe I’m wrong but –“

“We don’t have time, just say it,” Hotch interrupted you, still looking at the board.

You nodded, a little hurt at his but understanding. When had he ever minced his words in situations like this and why did you suddenly think he would make an exception for you?

You shook your head slightly, trying to get rid of the intrusive thoughts. “Hannah went missing two weeks ago,” you stated, “That means the Unsub probably had a long-term interest in her. She had this,” you ran your finger over a few lines, “This medical condition her school nurse noted and her medication refill was due right around now but Charlie –“

Hotch nodded, “Charlie is as healthy as can be.”

“All these open missing cases,” you elaborated, motioning to the pile Garcia had sent over, ”I bet we’ll find that a majority of them are in perfect health.”

“Alright, so he takes children and he keeps the healthy ones,” Hotch said slowly, mulling your words over, “That means he doesn’t have access to their medical records before he takes them.”

“But he has the means to examine them,” he followed up, “Or at least to somehow find out if they are healthy once they are in his grasp.”

“Hm,” you frowned.

“What are you thinking?”

“What if it’s human trafficking? Or, uh, organ donors? Clearly, the children don’t need to look a certain way, they just need to be healthy. If that is the only common factor these kids have, then it’s – it’s pretty clear, huh?”

Hotch nodded, running his hand over his chin and you forced yourself to take a deep breath and ignore the fact that you could smell his cologne. “Okay, so what if we have Garcia try and find cases of children around the same age, waiting for an organ donor and getting one at the last minute?” you suggested meekly, chancing a look up at him.

He pulled out his phone, “I’ll have Reid go over the case files and tell Garcia to do some more digging. Good work, agent.”

To say your heart was skipping a beat at his praise would be the understatement of the year. Your heart was carried out of your chest by the butterflies in your stomach.

You smiled, “Thank you, sir.”

He looked up from his phone, his brows pulled together and neither one of you needed to say anything. You were thinking the same thing anyway.

*

It did not take long for Garcia to work her magic. You had been busy trying to get some order into the available files when Hotch’s phone pinged. His hand was dwarfing the phone and the sight should not have made your breath hitch the way it did.

“We got a hit,” he let you know, already rushing out of the room. You hurried after him, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. All you could think about as you jumped into the car was that you wanted this to end well. You needed this to end well.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you raced through the streets. Sirens were sounding everywhere around you and in the rearview mirror, you spotted the police cars following you. “Harold Fletcher lives half an hour outside of Fargo,” Hotch let you know, “Halfway between here and Valley City. The others are coming.”

“Are they bringing his parents with them?” you asked.

Hotch’s jaw tensed and you could feel the dread pooling in your stomach.

“Yes,” he confirmed, “They will be arriving a little later with Valley City PD. So, let’s hope we will have good news for them.”

Fletcher’s house was surrounded by shrubs and bushes and trees which enabled you to quietly park a bit further away, covered by leaves and out of his sight. Behind you, Sheriff Dunston got out of his car, meeting Hotch at the front. “The others are a few minutes behind us,” he let you know, his hands on his hips, “Do we wait?”

“We don’t know enough about Fletcher to go in blindly,” Hotch decided, “Tell your men to drive around the back, I want every possible escape route cut off from him.”

It did not take long before your car was now joined by that of your teams and quite a few police cars. You wouldn’t be surprised if the whole of the county was gathered in Fletcher’s driveway now. The air was cold and it was eerily quiet as you got out of your cars. This really was the middle of nowhere.

“We have an EMT waiting down the road,” Morgan informed you, already shrugging on his vest. You followed Hotch around to the back and tried to ignore the flutter in your belly as he undressed his jacket and put on his vest.

Hotch wearing a vest was a whole other problem that you would need to deal with some time.

Instead, you made extra sure to put on your protection correctly and checked your gun was holstered the right way. “JJ, stayed behind at the station to deal with the news outlets,” Prentiss explained, bumping her shoulder into yours, “Should we go in together?”

You looked to Hotch, finding his lips pressed in a tight line before nodding. “Morgan, I want you on the back entry with Sherriff Dunston. Prentiss and Y/N go in from the west side, there is an open window that I want blocked. Reid you and I go in the front.”

Everyone needed and before you even blinked you were following Prentiss to the side of the house, listening to Morgan and Hotch counting down the second until they breached the doors. Your side of the house was quiet, considering the chaos that took place inside. The window Hotch had mentioned was indeed cracked open and the room was completely dark inside.

The door creaked open and you and Prentiss looked at each other, ready to take down Fletcher if it came to it.

But the person that appeared was not Fletcher.

“Charlie”, you breathed, immediately putting away your gun to reach out your arms for him. Big eyes looked at you, surrounded by deep dark circles and a drawn face. “Hi Charlie,” you said again, “we’re the police. Your mom and dad are so worried about you, you want to go see them?”

That seemed to put some movement in him as he practically jumped out of the small room. Cell more like, you found after a brief glance inside. You could hear the commotion from inside and put him in front of you, putting your arms around him to shield him as you hurried him back to the front of the house.

Hearing a child cry was heartbreaking but the silence that he greeted you with was terrifying. You did not want to imagine the terror he must have felt at being separated from his parents in such a way.

“It’s okay, Charlie,” you heard yourself say, “It’s over now.”

“We got him,” Prentiss spoke into her earpiece, “We’re bringing him up front.”

“Are they really here?” a small voice asked and it took you a moment to realize that it was Charlie.

“Yes, honey,” you replied, “And they will be so so happy to see you.”

A small sniffle and then you rounded the corner and right there, behind the opened police doors, were Mr and Mrs Wilkinson. Their eyes lit up as soon as they spotted their son and they rushed toward you. That is when Charlie started crying, thick ears of relief running down his cheeks and you swallowed back your own cries of happiness.

Prentiss’s hand landed on your shoulder and you smiled at your friend. Today was a good day.

*

Later, on the jet, you could read the same kind of relief on the faces of your teammates. The way their shoulders dropped their tensions, how all of them seemed so much lighter all of a sudden.

You were sitting at the table, Reid having left you alone in favour of taking a nap on the couch and you could not fault him for it. Especially considering that the lack of sleep seemed to catch up with all of you.

But it did not take long before Reid’s empty seat was taken up by someone else.

Hotch.

He did not say anything, did not even acknowledge the fact that he had left his own seat across from Rossi to come and sit next to you. And you did not either. You were too tired and, to be honest, too happy to have him next to you, his entire side subtly pressing against yours as he flipped through a few pages.

You deserved these two hours of closeness and daydreaming, you decided, just before you fell asleep.

[gerhardtz]

Anon from the previous Hanzee ask again! Thank you for answering, I was super happy to see that you responded! It’s cool being able to just dump out my long festering Fargo questions lol. Honestly that makes sense about him being an ally, and of him probably not having many other people to be around (Ive thought about that too), not farfetched at all! (Also the emotional constipation is so true, which is currently making me sob over figuring out how to navigate making a slow burn) I’d like to see your other headcanons about him, if that’s ok! Always interested to hear stuff about him!

Hi again, I'm glad I could help! Writing a slow burn is really tough – I've also been struggling, especially with pacing, while planning out my own OC x canon fic with Rye. I think depending on their personality, it might end up making the most sense for the OC to take initiative if Hanzee is refusing to budge emotionally :P this helped me in writing my own because god knows Rye has the emotional aptitude of a pea TwT Just a suggestion though of course! It's entirely possible to write it either way – just something that helped me out personally. The fun thing about emotional constipation is that it all has to come out eventually (:

As for my other headcanons, a lot of them have something to do with his relationships with the other characters. For example, I like to think he's been aware that Rye is gay for a long time (and that Simone is covering for him by acting like he's girl crazy) but chose not to say anything for Rye's sake because he didn't want to make Dodd's treatment of him even worse. I literally just woke up so I can't think of many more off the top of my head, BUT I've always read him as somewhere on the ace or aro spectrum but not fully aroace. Whether that's projection or grounded in the text is up to you :P

Tumblr user gerhardtz answer an ask not related to Rye without bringing him up challenge FAILED MISERSBLY lmao my bad!

I hope this was an interesting read nonetheless – absolutely feel free to send more questions if you have any, I love rambling about The Characters :']