#insane behavior here aaron

[sunshine-on-marz]

The brightest

Aaron Hotchner x Sunshine!Reader

In which Hotch’s grumpy reputation may be on the line

Dedicated to my pookie bestie boo @st4rgzer

The Aaron Hotchner had smiled 6 times in 2 days. Spencer counted. It also just so happened that you joined the BAU 2 days ago. You’d transferred from a different unit, where you only worked for a few weeks before they suggested you move to the behavioral analyst unit, namely because you kept profiling, very accurately, and completely on accident. Well it wasn’t exactly an accident, but you had no clue you could make reading people a job, it was always just something you did. It was honestly insanely impressive. What might be more impressive is just how much you lit up the bureau from the moment you walked in. Your smile far brighter than the painfully fluorescent lights, and from the moment Hotch greeted you he knew he was in trouble

Something about your everything has him absolutely enthralled. The way you absentmindedly fidgeted with your shirt, your smile, your laugh, the small comments and jokes you make during conversations, all the small favors you do for the team, all of it had him head over heels.

The rest of the team was starting to get weirded out. In this very moment Emily was trying her best to explain to you that no, Hotch isn’t ‘nice’. He’s caring and fatherly but he’s not ‘nice’. “Honestly it’s really really insane that you’re calling him nice and it’s even more insane that you’re not wrong, I’ve literally never seen him be this nice for this long” she explains, Derek walking up behind her “we talkin about Hotch’s crush on the new kid?” He asks, leaning on the back of Emily’s chair before looking up at you “hey sugar” he says, you wave at him through your laughter. “Guys I highly doubt he has a crush on me” you explain “maybe he just likes me.. as a person” you explain. “Y/n he practically has heart eyes when he talks to you” JJ butts in, Spencer lifting his hand with a thumbs up. Just then Rossi walks in “are any of you working?” He asks, Emily answers “we’re working on convincing y/n that Hotch is in love with them”, Rossi just laughs. Which says a lot more then his words ever could. “See?!” Derek shouts, gesturing to Rossi who’s still laughing to himself.

“See what?” Hotch’s voice rang through the bullpen from where he stood at the balcony infront of his office. “Nothing!” Everyone said in unison, other than you, you just sat with a confused, but amused look on your face. “Y/N, my office” Hotch said, Emily and Derek having to cover their mouths to keep from laughing. You, albeit nervously, walk upstairs and to Hotch’s office. “Sir” you say softly as you walk into his office, he follows behind you. “You’re not in trouble” he says, chuckling softly as he watches your shoulders relax. “That’s good- no actually that’s the best thing I’ve heard all day” you say, exasperated and relieved. “I wanted to make sure you were settling in well” he says, you smile “oh yea it’s been great!” you smile “everyone’s been absolutely lovely! You weren’t lying when you said it’s a family here”, he smiles softly “it’s good to know you’re feeling included” he says, he slides you over a peice of paper. “The higher ups want us to start getting written statements from the new hires, to make sure everything’s running smoothly, would you mind filling this out for me?” He asks, you nod, he starts again “well excuse me for a second” he says as he walks out of his office, closing the door behind him and starring at his team who were all standing as close to the wall as possible without being in the window. “Will you all mind your own business?” He says, a sea of small agreement and apologizing spilling from the team as they walk off, only Rossi staying behind. “Yes?” Hotch says, raising an eyebrow as he waits for Rossi’s inevitable, and probably sarcastic, remark. “Let them get through the first week before you ask them out” Rossi says, laughing to himself as he walks away, Hotch just smiles, once again reminded of the downside of working with profilers.

I genuinely didn’t know how to end this sorrrrrrryyyyyyyyyy!!!!

I love you guys so so so much!

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[hotchfiles]

↪ kate joyner and hotch were fucking in the period of her appearance, an essay

it's sunday and i have no social life and i think way harder about hotch than a normal sane person should but. since getting into criminal minds there has been The Question (and it wasn't just me! i've seen other people talk about it): did hotch cheat on haley while liaising with kate when she was in scotland yard? i always doubted that because he's not a cheater (but he is A man...), so today i bring you my updated theory: they were in the starts of a relationship before she died. i'm not without evidence. so let's go!

3x20

kate calls hotch on his personal phone, late at night

he speaks to her very casually for someone who doesn't talk on a regular basis and only know each other from a past assignment

jj's reaction shows it isn't common for hotch to go above jj when choosing cases

again, very casually speaking of her, calling her kate only

the apparent common knowledge is that she's a brit but

hotch not only knows she has a dual citizenship, but also which parent is british and which one is american

AND MY FAVORITES

IT ONLY GETS BETTER FROM HERE ALRIGHT

LETS GO

why say that if not to imply hotch has interest in her because she looks like his ex wife who he recently divorced (not willingly !)

AGAIN WITH THE FIRST NAMES! she doesnt call him hotch ONCE. its aaron, from the start. and HIS SMILE. LOOK AT THIS FUCKER'S FACE

garcia's reaction to the informality

now why would emily use this tone if it was to imply hotch is a CHEATER???

no thats the "oh they ARE fucking" tone

this is sort of a reach because hotch worries about everyone he works with but STILL, going from "i know her because we liaised" to this--i rest my case

then this, i didnt think too much of it because hotch can be a bit of an ass with protocol and hierarchy whateverrrr BUT

emily was sooo uncomfortable which shows in fact that wasnt normal behavior

WHY SAY THAT IF THE TWO OF THEM WERENT OBVIOUSLY FUCKING !!!!

is that it? obviously not, i am in fact INSANE so

4x1

THE FLIRTY EYES AND SMILES

AGAIN. HE DOESNT CALL HER JOYNER. NOT EVEN ONCE. KATE. AT ALL TIMES.

THIS WOMAN IS DYING AND LOOK AT THE WAY SHES SMILING AT HIM AFTER SAYING SHES NOT IN PAIN very allison dying in the arms of her first love coded

another detail i like to point out is that aaron is completely capable of walking rn, he could easily walk over to the end of the street to talk to one of the officers there but he just wouldnt, couldnt, leave her alone.

he knows the first responders wont get near them yet, he keeps BEGGING that someone does

and now for my final argument

the way he holds her hand by the ending before putting it back in place

NOW I REST MY CASE

if you agree buy me a coffee maybe

[honeypiehotchner]

Devil's Backbone (Unsub!Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- epilogue

Well, we've reached the end guys. Thank you endlessly for going on this wild ride with me. I didn't really know what to expect when I started posting this fic because I wasn't sure it would be anyone's cup of tea, but as usual, you guys went insane with me for it and it never gets old. Love you guys so so much (and thanks for letting me be the evil author that tortures you with such sad stories) 💛💛

Warnings: sadness. just so, so much sadness.

“I have survived, but I have not been spared.” --Catherynne M. Valente

“You understand the agreement you are entering by accepting this retirement package from the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit?” Strauss reads aloud for the tape.

“Yes ma’am,” you reply with a nod, signing your life and career away.

“You are not to disclose any of the details of this case with anyone. Family, friends, coworkers past, present, or future, and so on. You understand?”

It’s not like I want to tell anyone. “Yes, I understand.” You sign again.

“Please give me your credentials.” Your firearm was taken days ago. You slide your badge and keycard across the table toward Strauss. “Thank you.”

She recites her name and title, the date, this case number. You recite your name, your former title, the date. 

The tape clicks. Strauss exhales. You stare blankly at the space in front of you, drained of all energy.

“I am sorry,” Strauss says. “For all of this.”

You look up at her. You nod slowly. “Thank you.”

“If there is anything you need, don’t hesitate to call.”

You nod. Slow. Everything moved so fast. Now time struggles to breathe.

“You are dismissed,” Strauss says finally. “Thank you for your time. During this interview, and at the FBI.”

You manage a smile. Both of you stood and exchanged formal handshakes, and you left.

The rest of the team is waiting for you in the bullpen by your desk. Your go-bag and cardboard box of your belongings that you packed sit on your chair. 

You don’t say a single word. Rossi pulls you in for a hug first, soothing you while you openly sob into his shoulder. Everyone gathers around you in a group hug, and it isn’t long before everyone is crying, too.

No one knows what else to do. The BAU will never be the same, nor will you, or anyone here. All there is to do is hold one another and cry. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to do anything else.

They help you carry your things to your car. Derek has your go bag over his shoulder. Reid is carrying the cardboard box. Rossi is holding onto your coat until you’re ready for it. Penelope hasn’t let go of your hand. Emily is rubbing perpetual circles into your spine. JJ has her arm linked with yours, and you rest your head on her shoulder in the elevator. 

“Dinner at mine tomorrow,” Rossi says in the elevator. Everyone nods their silent agreement. 

Nothing in the world can fix this feeling or make any of it better, but a homemade dinner with expensive wine in Rossi’s back garden will, at the very least, take the edge off.

Derek insists on driving you to your apartment and you don’t have it in you to argue. All it took was one look from you and he knew.

After another round of hugs, you’re in the passenger seat as Derek drives your car out of the Quantico parking deck for the last time. You fall asleep on the way home.

He wakes you gently when he gets to your apartment, unbuckling you and helping you out. Up the stairs and into your apartment. 

You stand like a ghost in the middle of the kitchen. The place on the counter that once held the bottle of wine you shared with Aaron now sits empty, glaring. The couch where you have tossed and turned countless nights -- and where Aaron once slept -- threatens to swallow you whole. 

You didn’t realize how much of Aaron is in this apartment until he’s gone forever. He’ll never be here again, but there is no getting rid of these memories, his shadow that still dances on the far wall. A time long forgotten, a man that hasn’t existed for some months. 

You turn around to see Morgan watching you, tears filling his eyes. You blink and feel the warm tears rush down your cheeks. Morgan has his arms wrapped around you in the next second, tucking you into his chest.

“I know,” he says softly, propping his chin on the top of your head. “I’m so sorry.”

Your sobs only grow louder, your grip on his shirt tighter. You’ll fall over if he doesn’t hold you up. He holds you up for as long as you need.

“I can’t stay here,” you say, the words muffled into his chest. 

But he hears you. “I know.”

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You move out of the apartment the next week, after staying in a guest bedroom at Rossi’s. Derek lets you live in one of the properties he recently renovated, free of charge, until you can find another place of your own.  

You don’t know if you’ll stay in the area, or if you’ll move farther away. The truth is, no amount of distance would suffice. No matter where you go, you’ll forever be running away from the memories of this.

So, you decide to stay close to your friends. Derek becomes Unit Chief (Rossi refused to take on that much responsibility). JJ becomes less liaison and more field agent. Emily toys with the idea of leaving, but nothing sticks. Reid is going nowhere. And as long as Derek is there, Penelope is there. You don’t know what the next years will bring, but for now, everyone is close, and dinners at Rossi’s house are frequent.

You’re in therapy twice a week and meeting with your psychiatrist once a month. You don’t know how much any of it is helping, but you’re able to eat and somewhat sleep, so things are better. Relatively.

Aaron is buried next to Haley and Jack. You visit him once. You haven’t gone back since. But you think about him every day.

Love is a funny, funny thing. For you to still love him after everything that happened, after the attempts on your life. For your heart to still hold onto the small parts, the moments before it all, when he was nothing but a crush, a casual affair, a man you stumbled into bed with while laughing, a man that if he had stuck around a little longer, you might’ve seen a future with. 

Letting go of him means letting go of all of it -- good days included -- and a part of you just isn’t ready for that yet. 

So, you spend your days floating. Making it through. Fighting the ghosts that crawl their way onto your back. Letting them linger and letting them go. One by one. Until the only one left is Aaron himself, hanging off of you, arms around your neck, face nuzzled into your shoulder. 

You’ll always miss him, probably as much as you’ll always love him. The version before he became the person you killed. Part of you died when you fired your gun that day. A part of you that you’ll never be able to get back. But you’re not sure if you want it back. Maybe it was meant to die. The consequence of killing him meant you killed part of yourself, too. 

So, you get through your days as best as you can. As a person half-alive. Forever changed, and not for the better. Always wishing for the past to return, hating the present, and dreading the future.

Because you were happy once -- with Aaron. You don’t know if you’ll ever be happy again.

You dream of him almost every night, though you don't tell your therapist the dreams are that frequent. You dream of what could've been. The life the two of you might've built. A fantasy world where you moved on from the BAU, he stayed Unit Chief, and the two of you grew closer, bought rings, settled down. A life worth living. A life better than the one you got.

He will always be gone. You will never be in his arms ever again. And these are the facts that haunt you every morning when you open your eyes.

You killed a man. Who happened to be the man you loved. Facts you can't escape. A judge ruling in favor of your self-defense doesn't quiet the thoughts, the questions of if you had behaved differently. You took a life. And it was the life you wanted most to save.

In the end, are you any better than he was?

[kissorkill16]

Guest: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Crowface warns Nicky about what'll happen if he keeps up his bad behavior.

"You look that way, I'll go upstairs.", said Trinity.

Nicky nodded and watched as Trinity ran upstairs. He made his way to the living room, searching for any clues about this mysterious "Crowface".

Apparently, Trinity told him that she saw him walk out of her room and just disappear into the night. While it was weird and unsettling, Nicky wanted nothing to do with it.

After he escaped, he didn't want anything to do with anything supernatural or unusual in Raven Brooks. Mr. Peterson had broken him down from an adventurous, seemingly apathetic, and brave boy, to a scared, hyperventilating, quivering mess. Messed him up real bad, and all he wanted to do was go home.

But the only reason he was even here was because Trinity told him that he was the one who told her that people have to face their fears. While he did say that, facing your fears could mess you up forever.

He put his thoughts aside. Right now, his friend needed him.

He looked under the couch, under the cushions, in the drawers, the wardrobes, and under the rug. No clues to be found.

Nicky started to wonder if this "Crowface" was just a prank. He wasn't in the mood for pranks. He hasn't been in the mood for pranks ever since...

Ever since Aaron...

Nicky sighed and flopped down on the floor at the thought.

He suddenly remembered his friends. Aaron, Mya, and Lucy. They used to hang out and pull pranks on random civilians all the time, and put it all together in the woods. But ever since Lucy died and Aaron and Mya went missing, things haven't been the same.

He remembered being locked in the basement with Aaron, trying to find a way to escape, but being slowly driven to insanity as Mr. Peterson bartered and bruised him, turning him into his fragile little ragdoll. Aaron couldn't do anything but watch as his best friend was crying and writhing in pain, just watching and hugging his shaking body.

He missed them all. He wanted nothing more than to have everyone back. Aaron, Mya, Lucy, Diane, the old and friendly Mr. Peterson, even his grandmother, Bubba.

He wanted the good days back.

A sudden wind from the hallway startled him out of his thoughts, and he peeked his head through the doorway to see what it was. He didn't find anything, just a messy, distorted corridor full of locked and unlocked doors. Like the ones him and Aaron used to pick open, back when things were less complicated.

His mind was screaming at him to not go check it out, to just turn back around and get out of this house, but he was already walking down the corridor.

He peeked his head through every unlocked door, and still found nothing, not even an open window, because that's usually how most wind gets in. He could try picking the locks open, but he didn't have his lockpicks with him at the moment, and he doubted that Aaron's would be anywhere in this disgusting house.

One last unlocked door, and he still found absolutely nothing. He groaned, slamming the door shut, but there was something on the door that really caught his eye.

A long shadow.

Was someone else in this house?

If so, then who? Did someone see him and Trinity walk in and is here to take us back to their parents?

He readied his excuses.

"My friend made me do this! I just wanted to go home."

"I got lost."

"I heard a noise coming from this house, and I got worried."

He turned around to where the shadow was coming from, but before he could even get a single word out, his eyes widened at the sight of what he saw.

A tall, cloaked, beaked figure.

"Hello, little boy.", said the figure.

Nicky jumped back, ready to run. But he didn't even take a step away from the thing before it grabbed his arm.

"Now now, I'm not going to hurt you. Though I might have to if you don't do as I say, but...let's just talk for now. Shall we?"

The thing wrapped its arm around Nicky, his long, sharp fingered hands gripping his shoulder in a vice grip.

"Listen, I know you've been...watching. I don't necessarily blame you. If Mr. Peterson had nothing to hide, then he wouldn't be acting so apprehensive.", said the figure. "But breaking into his house? Oh, you're quite the rebel, aren't you? Yes, quite the rebel."

Nicky looked down at his feet.

"I don't necessarily blame you for that either. After all, you weren't always like that. Your little friend encouraged you to be like that. Such a bad influence."

That made Nicky push the hand that held his shoulder away, "Aaron is not a bad influence! He's my best friend! He was the only one who wasn't a total jerk in this town, the only one who didn't treat me like dirt. Everyone else believed he was cursed, but I didn't -"

The figure gripped Nicky's arm again. This time, in a tighter grip.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. I know the story. You didn't believe the rumors.", it said. "And when he went missing, you've been slowly destroying yourself to find him. And now he's long gone. Away from you."

"Where is he?", asked Nicky.

"Oh don't you worry your little head, dear child. He's alive. But I wouldn't worry about him right now, I'd worry more about you."

The figure pushed Nicky to the floor, and towered over him.

"We all have secrets, do we not? And we're entitled to keep those secrets without you nosy little kids sticking your snotty noses where it doesn't belong.", the figure almost growled. "And it's not just you, it's your little school friends too, but I'll deal with them in a minute. Right now, I'm more focused on the one who started this whole mystery."

The figure leaned in closer, and Nicky felt like he was going to faint.

"Stay away from this house. Don't go anywhere near here, or the woods, or the amusement park ever again. If you do as I say, then we'll never see each other again. But if you don't and keep up this bad behavior, then...well...I'd hate to see another child end up like little Lucy Yi."

Nicky's eyes widened. He was scared, but how DARE he bring Lucy into this?!

But this thing was scary, and he didn't sound like the kind of guy you'd want to mess with.

And Nicky didn't want to die.

"Have I made myself clear, young man?", asked the figure.

"Yes.", Nicky said, trying not to whimper.

The figure patted him on the cheek, "Good boy.", it said. And then it disappeared into the shadows.

Nicky sprinted out of the corridor, running out of the house and ducking through the lines of police tape.

He didn't stop running until he was on his front porch, he climbed up the trellis, through his window, and into his room.

He jumped into bed, burying himself under his blanket, holding his shaking knees.

He forgot about the whole investigation and clues about Crowface, he forgot about facing his fears...

He completely forgot that Trinity was still in the house, and he just left her there to find the clues by herself.

[baugottabekiddingme]

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my name is josephine quinn, and i’m an agent at the BAU, or behavioral analysis unit at the FBI headquarters in quantico, virginia.

i’ve been an agent for coming up on a year now, and i figured it would be cool to document some of the things that happen in my day 2 day.

my official title is “supervisory special agent dr. josephine quinn”, but that’s ridiculously obnoxious, so the team just calls me quinn or q, you can too if you’d like.

i’ll probably talk about my team a lot on here, so here’s a glimpse at who i work with-

☆ aaron hotchner (hotch)

- super scary unit chief (not rly)

☆ david rossi

- the BAU’s italian dad (owns a mansion)

☆ spencer reid (spence)

- boyfriend (literally), literal genius, loml

☆ derek morgan

- my big brother (not literally, but might as well be)

☆ emily prentiss (em)

- if the BAU had a cat, it would be em

☆ jennifer jareau (jj/jayj)

- media liaison, other loml (don’t tell will or spence)

☆ penelope garcia (pen)

- sister from another mister, keeps me sane

for the most part, i’ll refer to my team as their last name (unless i specified a nickname for them, but it can be interchangeable)

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okay i promise ill shut up soon, but before i do im gonna tell you a little more about who i am and how i got here.

like i said earlier, im a doctor (crazy flex ik). i got my PhD in psychology and masters in criminal justice from dartmouth university, and then i went to cornell for my masters in cyber criminology.

my ‘area of expertise’ at the BAU (as i like to call it) is crime scene investigations and anger retaliatory/anger excitation unsubs.

im 24 (“how’d u get ur degrees so early?” you may be asking. high school credit classes, summer classes, and testing out of certain requirements), i live in quantico (obviously) and i love writing/reading poetry, listening to music, and going to concerts when i can. also also also i mentioned already but im dating spencer reid, so i’ll probably talk about him a lot cause he’s a walking bragging right.

thanks for letting me talk your ear off, feel free to ask any questions if you have em.

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this blog is, of course, a work of fiction. everything that’s discussed on here is completely made up and posted as a character. this account is in no way affiliated with the criminal minds franchise or the actual BAU. there may be discussion of ‘cases’ (again, complete fiction/loosely based on a real case from years ago). obviously if this was all real, it would be insanely illegal to talk about recent/active cases. some canon stuff from the show will be shifted around to fit the au, but for the most part this takes place around seasons 3-4. all pictures are from pinterest. it’s an au, so some things may not align with how they are in real life. have fun, get lost in the story, and play along. have fun <3

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posts may contain description of swearing, gore, trauma, and loose relation to real criminal cases. please read at your own discretion, and enjoy

[kucherkozmokoza]

★ Dr. Brain | sketch reference

• Sketch reference, with the image of my original character Dr. Brain. Here for the first time in a long time I updated his appearance and his whole as a whole. I want to tell you a little about him:

– His initial image was a floating head in a kind of mechanized spacesuit. He was created inspired by the image of Doctor Fetus from MeatBoy Forever

– His exact age is unknown, but as an author I can say with confidence that he is definitely over 80 years old

– Theo considers Brain his mentor and educator, Aaron himself perceives him more as an pet, a funny toy that can be pushed around. This is his experiment and he is interested in what Theo will turn into under his command. No feelings, except for scientific interest

– And although Brain seems hyperactive, lively, energetic and constantly moving sharply, inside he is absolutely cold and soulless. Although his behavior, playfulness and optimism border on outright madness, he is completely devoid of compassion, a feeling of sympathy for anyone and even more so he is never worried about remorse. Nobody knows why and how he became what he is now

– He is an outright psychopath and sadist, sincerely enjoying the pain of others. He is far from mentally stable. He just likes to do something immoral, because it is so interesting – how far he can go in his actions. A real scientist, completely devoid of any concepts of the boundaries of decency, law or ethics. His social experiment is complete chaos and lawlessness. He can do anything as long as it is not punishable. And he is interested in what his actions will ultimately lead to. Many will consider him a psychopath, but he believes that he is absolutely healthy, only INSANELY curious. He is interested in what methods and how many he can kill or simply maim. He has unlimited power, because he can do anything and eventually find out where it will lead him

– This is what you get if you try to mix an intelligent and gallant gentleman with a mentally unstable maniac and season it all with science fiction. He is like a dreadful cocktail, just as unpredictable and random. You do not know what he can do and this is the worst thing. He can spare you, only so that you fall into another of his traps. Or he can immediately, without any problems, completely deprive you of all limbs. Or maybe he wants to have fun and dance with you? Who knows? That's right, no one! Not even himself. His actions may seem random and feigned, but this is not so. He has excellent control over his body, is incredibly evasive, fast and cunning. The effect of surprise, ladies and gentlemen!

– It's no secret that he, like Abigail, has undergone genetic modifications to his body. Now he seems to be, if not immortal, then certainly hardly aging. His body exceeds the capabilities of ordinary morphs. He is also a specialist in the field of bioprosthetics and cybernetic implants, but that's just by the way. All the prosthetics used by the heads of the workshops in "Genesis" are his merit

[mystycalypso]

Calypso's Hello Neighbor insanity.

(In honor of the teaser coming out yesterday, here is my Aaron Peterson theory document in all it's baffling glory)

Hey howdy, it’s Calypso, and I’ve been infected with Hello-Neighbor-Loritis. It is incurable and my doctor (Jack in his “Nicky goggles”) recommends that I theory craft to cope.

Bracket Key, by Jack: Calypso: [text] Jack: (text)

So as previously stated, I’m obviously Hello Neighboring it up today after Jack read me the ENTIRETY of their theory thread with @ravenbrookz and @powertooled, and am now taking a crack at it myself. You probably saw my possible Guest appearance in the drawings made most likely by Nicky, though that was only based on what I could see in the image. I can’t exactly say for certain everything I know in the franchise is accurate, as my current pool of knowledge is primarily from the show (and Jack's rants), but I promise that if I COULD read the books, I would. I have just been informed by Jack that the first book is available on Spotify so we may or may not just hunker down and listen to that but I digress. (UPDATE AS OF 5/10/24: The Hello Neighbor books 1-6 all have audiobooks on YouTube, and I will be listening to them for the next several days)

So, into the meat of it, I suppose. This post is to be dedicated to a few of my theories regarding Aaron primarily. Because the theory crafting I’m to be doing is focused on the show, and our information about Aaron and Mya in the show is so limited, I will be pulling some from other sources (HN hide and seek, HN 2, etc) to get a proper read on the situation. 

We know based on the games and books that Nicky and Aaron were best friends. This is why in Act 1 and Act 2 of the first game, Nicky is suspicious of Mr. Peterson in the first place. Logically speaking, if Nicky and Aaron weren’t close (and neighbors, allowing him to witness the crime), Nicky likely would have taken the disappearance story at face value. That’s just how it tends to work in real life as well. People who are close to the victim of disappearance tend to go through the “stages of grief” because they’re more emotionally attached to them and don’t want them to die. It’s sort of a precaution. Nicky, Aaron���s best friend, wouldn’t want any serious harm to come to him, so he’s willing to put himself in danger, as a 13-15-year-old CHILD, to save him.

[I’ll likely be made fun of for how redundant that may sound by Jack]

This is also likely the reason that Nicky is so suspicious of Mr. Peterson in the show. He’s essentially the catalyst for sparking Trinity’s interest in the Peterson house, granted by having her mistake it for his house when he climbed out the chimney in episode 1 [Gotta admire the dedication, bro’s in that place ALL the damn time] (apparently more than he's in his own house /hj). Ultimately, I believe that Jack’s prediction about the reveal of Nicky and Aaron’s relationship being revealed in season 2 is his reason for investigating Peterson as much as he does (which is a lot). There wouldn’t be a reason for tinyBuild to change this, since it’s been established since the first game’s final build. (if you can count that game as “establishing” anything) [Which I am for the sake of the theory.]

Operating under that assumption does recontextualize some of his behavior throughout the show, specifically some of that “hotheaded” behavior called attention to by the Hello Neighbor Fandom Wiki. (that Jack has serious beef with) While he does have a level of agitation towards the others for cutting off his story in episode 3, [of which Jack is actively going on a tangent about as I write this] it’s something that can be explained by a level of impatience or worry for Aaron. (same with his anger of no one believing him in the previous episodes, and even mocking him for his theories) 

[Jack called Mr. Peterson “Mr. Neighborson” while I was writing this section of the theory, I just want y’all to know that WHEEZE]

We don’t exactly know the full context of their friendship in the media we’ve currently consumed, but again, based on his behavior, it’s likely they were close friends (and if not, honestly he's still justified for being upset that no one else cares about the potential murder of two kids). That brings me to the basement, then, which I’ll likely have the most to talk about because Jack and I have talked about this extensively.

According to Jack and their extended knowledge, it’s been established that the drawings on the fake windows in the room Nicky and the others were thrown into in episode 6 were drawn by Aaron. While possibly this being retconned (unlikely) and the culprit of the drawings being changed, there’s also the fact that we don’t know exactly WHEN these drawings were made [correct me if I’m wrong or smthin]. However, I have theorized that these window drawings were made by Aaron to comfort Nicky. Aaron has been in the basement much longer, but because we don’t know his mental state, operating under the assumption that he was put into the basement for the same reason he was in the games, he was put in the basement 1. For accidentally causing Mya’s death and 2. To protect him from the cult in town. Based on the Pilot for the animated series, we know that the first point is likely true, as in Aaron’s room, the words ‘Omen’ and ‘Cursed’ were written on the walls, likely by Mr. Peterson. I believe this is also true for the books as it was talked about briefly in the Game Theory video where MatPat analyzed the aforementioned Pilot frame-by-frame (like the meme:0). According to this video, Mr. Peterson had grown superstitious that his son was the cause of a bunch of bad things happening throughout the town, the final straw being Mya’s death when Aaron accidentally pushed her off the roof of the house as seen in Hello Neighbor Hide-and-Seek.

My theory is that Aaron likely feels immense guilt for what he did to his sister, regardless of it being an accident. He knows that his behavior in Hide-and-Seek was awful, and that’s more likely the reason he’s crying in the basement; he killed his sister, and as sad as it is, he’s likely under the impression that he deserves this punishment and that it fits his crime, as well as knows that his dad’s investigation into the cult is genuine and that he wants to keep him safe. I’m not sure why I get the feeling that he’s in a better mental space than Nicky is [lambast me in the tags if I turn out to be COMPLETELY incorrect come season 2], but it makes some semblance of sense when looking at the drawings in the basement. Psychologically, children with “better” mental states tend to use more color in their drawings. While it may be out of necessity to draw a happier “outside” for Nicky to view (or to keep his own sanity), it may also be an indication that Aaron may be doing better mentally than Nicky was (despite being there way longer), as we see (allegedly) Nicky’s drawings as well, that being black ink drawings of the Thing, the cat, and the Guest [still not sure of that one it’s still a theory]. This also means that that Aaron and Nicky could have been in the same room at least for as long as it took Aaron to make the drawings. I believe that the reason Mr. Peterson was so willing to keep Nicky in the basement in the games not only because Nicky's investigation made him a liability, but also was because he knew he was Aaron’s friend and wanted his son to have some company? IDK, it’s the first game, that game is a lore NIGHTMARE (reference to Act 3 intended).

While this may seem like an extremely small theory overall, it does wonders in establishing the relationship Nicky and Aaron had, as well as Aaron’s personality as an empathetic person. It could also establish that he was forced into this change because of his actions in Hello Neighbor Hide-and-Seek we see in flashbacks or the like, maybe even just Nicky reminiscing or noting that Aaron has changed. From what I’ve seen in Hello Neighbor 2, Aaron does seem to care about the main character, Quentin, when his father attacks him[Quentin, he doesn’t attack Aaron in the scene lol].

As of right now, I do believe that it was (probably) Aaron getting out of the basement in Episode 6 that had Peterson’s lid flipping. While I would have to double check [I’m gonna probably just ask Jack], the silhouette of the dark figure inside doesn’t exactly look one-to-one with Aaron’s established appearance in photos on the walls, but that may just be a redesign or placeholder. Maybe it’s not Aaron at all and he’s still in the basement, who knows [that’s gotta suck now that his dad’s been arrested smh].

[insert 2 screenshot comparisons here, Jack]

(No because the silhouette is bald and I think they made it as detail-less on purpose)

[Damn it]

(Literally quoting the series to Calypso while they write, I've rewatched it one full time since them starting the doc) 

If I had to guess, Aaron will be in season 2. The likelihood that he won’t be is next to 0 in my mind, as it would break some of the established conventions of the series [That being that Aaron takes an active role in second installments, that being Act 2 of the first game where he unlocks the door for Nicky and in the second game where he asks Quinten to save him via paper airplane]. While this may just be wishful thinking, I theorize that Aaron will be an ‘overcorrective’ personality by the time we see him and that it may be shown through his attempts at comforting Nicky through the window drawings. Him being his friend, that also may have been the sort of push he needed to stand up to his father for bringing his friend into this. Act 2 starts with Aaron unlocking the door to help Nicky escape, and in general, helps him.

[There was a short break here because it was like 2 am and I figured that I really needed context at least for the games before I wrote anymore. I have the context now and am now able to write it lol]

So after watching a breakdown of the games I can safely say that, yes, there’s a level of ‘overcorrection’ going on with Aaron. While it’s not the perfect word to describe what’s going on with him, the best example I can find is when Aaron gives up on running away from the museum with Quentin to help his father, who was trapped under a crow statue[chandelier?] that fell from the ceiling. I’d say that it’s a mix of guilt and attachment making him act this way because, despite everything his father has done, even after traumatizing his best friend, Aaron can’t bring himself to lose another family member. Hello Neighbor 2 leaves off on this as a cliffhanger and we have no idea what happens to Aaron both between games as well as after them, so headcanons away, I suppose.

My next theory is in regards to the Thing. While it has yet to make an appearance in the show, there have been teaser images for Season 2 that include it. The Thing is canonically a manifestation of pure fear as shown in the first game’s third Act. It also isn’t exclusively one person’s fear, as it was shown to be “haunting” both Nicky and Mr. Peterson. Fear in the franchise isn’t exclusive to things like phobias, it also applies to trauma and trauma responses. While not justified, Mr. Peterson locking Aaron in the basement was a trauma response brought on by the fear of losing him as well. The entire third Act is about Nicky confronting his fears inside his head, whether that be school, the grocery store [relatable ngl like bro I feel weird going to grocery stores], and yes, Mr. Peterson. We don’t even really need the context the books provide for these fears, we know that Nicky has anxiety and PTSD from being locked in the basement. He was also middle school age so whether or not he was scared of school before he was kidnapped, it would likely be exacerbated by his struggles.

Some lore bits do seem to imply that the Thing is an inherently malicious entity. While the Guest seems to be a sort of Cryptid for Raven Brooks, and therefore, the rules of things like Chupacabras or Aliens apply to it, the Thing seems to behave more like a ghost, a poltergeist of the mind, it seems. Nicky actively has to fight against it to overcome his trauma, and Mr. Peterson seems to be locked inside with it in the endgame’s whitespace. Us seeing it in season 2 must either be exclusively through either Nicky or Mr. Peterson’s eyes, or… Another person who has gone through similar amounts of trauma.

Aaron.

Now, I know that probably doesn’t initially sound reasonable. We’ve only ever seen Nicky and Mr. Peterson interact with the Thing, and that’s two whole characters that could reasonably (and quite likely) have to deal with the Thing making their lives worse. But the rules that have been established for the Thing, as flexible and subject to change as they may be, do apply to Aaron as of writing. It’s been established that Aaron fears losing his father, as well as vice versa. He wants to be free, but he doesn’t want to lose the only family he has left. Aaron has also gone through extensive trauma, the same as his father, in fact, but on top of that, the trauma of being locked away for presumably months. The push and pull of his thoughts on his father is the best example of this I can find. Their relationship has devolved into a toxic cycle of abuse, but Aaron can’t help but love his father despite it. It SEEMS that people who have experienced this level of trauma and by extension have these levels of fear, they can both see the Thing and be affected by its powers[???].

While I’m still not entirely certain of the extent of the Thing’s involvement in season 2, as a majority of the teasers have been centered on the Guest, I’m very excited to see how things change between my writing this and the release. I look forward to being proved right, being proved wrong, or merely watching the series come to fruition. Thank you for reading my absolutely insane ramblings.

-Calypso

[voesneroeiz]

so a couple people (2) asked me to elaborate on this post so i guess i may as well make a fool out of myself (/joking) and share my thoughts. this is my yiik crackship essay (not really). keep in mind that most of it is based around tales from the borderlands as that’s what the au these stem from is based on (alongside yiik) but there is one i don’t think people will see coming. peep it under the cut

alex/rhys (tales from the borderlands)

You’ve probably seen @333near ‘s really delightful art of this pairing in the YIIK tag if you go there regularly. If not, go look at it now. It’s cutes. My biggest reason for this pairing is the fact that I think they are very similar. They’re both all swagger, no substance. (Taking this straight from TFTBL but it very much applies to Alex too.) They're both very privileged people who don't really realize that at first and they both are very selfish dickheads that can get better as time goes on. I think they enable each other in this selfishness sometimes (kinda like that meme where it's like “me calling the worst person i know to tell me that what i just did wasn’t horrible”) but I also think seeing that kind of behavior in each other brings them to a realization and helps them start knocking it off.

I think they do clash sometimes because Rhys loves being a little worker bee and Alex likes doing fuckall but I think it’d be REALLY really funny if it evolved into like a businessman/housewife situation. Ideal situation for them both I think. Kind of on a different note I also think kind of in the same way Vella, Sammy, and Essentia 2K share a soul, Rhys is also part of that, which brings him and Alex closer together. My justification for the whole soul thing is that Essentia is very largely tied to mechanical stuff and so is Rhys (prosthetic arm/eye/the whole Hyperion thing) which would make him a very likely candidate to be an alternate self. (I know factually the soul thing isn’t true but shh. Let me reach.)

claudio/vaughn (tales from the borderlands)

So this one is a little less solid and more headcanon-y but I think these guys would looooove nerding out together. Claudio also has a specific way with people (as stated in-game by Chondra) that I think Vaughn would be drawn to, especially since he can be pretty awkward. I don’t think Vaughn really had time for any nerdy stuff like anime (if they even have it) back on Helios so when Claudio starts talking about anime he gets VERY interested and I bet you he’d think that shit is the coolest ever. Vaughn is probably one of the first people Claudio’s met in real life (this is the 90’s after all) that shares the same level of his passion for anime and I think he’d really appreciate that. Vaughn, as an accountant, would think it’s soooo hot that Claudio runs a franchise. Don’t ask me how I know, I just know it.

I don’t think Vaughn would really know what to say in regards to Aaron (if he didn’t think Claudio’s obsession was kinda creepy) but I DO 100% think he’d help him try to take his mind off of it, or at the very least hear him out, especially on days when it gets bad. I don’t think Claudio would let something like that go unnoticed. I also think they have, like, gay little ocs (Vaughn’s is a bandit and Claudio’s is a ronin) that they larp as. It gets kind of (very) homoerotic.

rory/herb cookie (cookie run) (this one is insane but hear me out)

“Ned, are you shipping this blond boy with a baked good?” Yes. I think the idea is really funny and I like it a lot. Don’t know how it would work while keeping it canon-compliant to both series. But, in the AU that Max and I have crafted, Herb Cookie is a human named Harvey that’s known Rory (and Carrie) for a long time and is probably the only other person outside of Rory’s immediate family that cares that she’s gone. I won’t go too far into it though because that’s not the point here.

As a general rule, though, I think Herb’s sort of calm cheerfulness provides a really cute, interesting contrast to Rory’s depressive, irritable nature. They’re both pacifists (as we can infer from Herb’s general nature and his status as a healer, not a fighter in Kingdom) and they would both definitely share the same concerns about the Earth. (Again, inferring this based off of Herb’s personality and his whole thing going on. It’s arguable how much Rory genuinely cares/knows about stuff like that based off of some of his Protest lines but for the sake of argument I’m assuming it’s a “he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit” kind of situation.) Herb is definitely the kind of guy to be like “okay buddy let’s go out and touch some grass :)” which is definitely something I think Rory needs. Definitely a lot of giving on Herb’s end but I think after so long, Rory would start giving back as well– After all, he’s not a dick to the people he really cares about, if how much he loved Carrie is any indication at all. I really think having a positive force in his life would do him good and Herb fits the bill pretty perfectly.

yar those are basically my thoughts. hopefully the justification is enough to tide people over but i don’t mind answering questions if people have them. so much of this has also been thought out with @333near (my beautiful wife) so shout-outs to him also. i have other pairings in mind (namely ones with chondra and vella) but i have to flesh them out a little more before i feel good about posting them. if you made it this far god bless you

[stilesssolo]

Okay.. let’s hear it! Initial thoughts of the new album!

Ugh sorry for the delay on this. I listened to the (first) album when it dropped at midnight, finished it and saw her say “double album, 15 more songs!!” went “that’s nice. I’m going to bed” fully intending to spend most of today listening and relistening to fully take it in, but then there was a crisis at work and I suddenly had a shitton to do in a very little amount of time which was not a conducive environment to fully digest these *very* dense songs. I still haven’t sat down and done nothing but listen to half the songs on the anthology, so. I am never more jealous of west coast time zoners than during new music drops. 😂

I immediately logged off the internet when I heard it had leaked Wednesday so I truly went into this blind. My initial thoughts are… well… okay! I don’t dislike it. But I don’t love it, you know? The songs are very dense but I still don’t think it’s her best writing (and I’m a Bruce Springsteen girlie; I love a cryptic lyrically dense album). There are a whole bunch of songs that I really enjoy and some REALLY good lyrics. But I remember hearing Cardigan or YOYOK for the first time and how that felt and I just don’t get that on anything here. I also cannot acknowledge the implications of how many goddamn songs are about Matty Healy and how in love with him she was without risking a mental breakdown!!! The idea that CARDIGAN was written about him… I cannot do this… take me back to when we thought The 1 was for sure about Harry Styles. I was present for the Gillette rain show “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been” psychotic break and I STILL was not prepared for the amount of psycho behavior on this album regarding the rat man!!!!

I think I have two main problems with this album. 1: it is too goddamn long. I am not one to complain about getting more content but I feel like a lot of these songs are just saying the same thing and not doing it in a way unique enough to justify having both of them. Like I think we could have EASILY trimmed a lot of fat and gotten these both into one 20-ish track album that would have read better. I feel like a lot of this has to do with the social media culture now of more, more, more, always racing towards the next thing— like how a day after we got 1989 TV the swifties were clamoring for rep TV. Like we just got 5 new songs!!! Slow down!!! I would have preferred quality over quantity lol and this album very much felt like quantity, quantity, quantity.

And then 2: I miss when she used to really push herself to try different things and to get better at her craft. Not that I want her to be attacked and get backlash, but her insane levels of fame have made her so untouchable that no one can say anything remotely constructive without being crucified and I feel like it eliminates some of the drive she has to push herself to be better and write better (hello Speak Now and Red!!!). I saw Rolling Stone gave this album a perfect 100 score like???? Hello???? The album is not bad, but to grade it as perfection compared to others? Over Red? Over Folklore? Over 1989??? Let’s be real. And I feel like this album has a lot of “well it’s good enough” moments where I’m like… but is it good enough? Could we have worked to make this better? I feel like she needs new collaborators too. She does great work with Jack and Aaron but I feel like they know each other too well and it’s getting to the point where they’re not editing or pushing her as much as they should be. A lot of the songwriting here just felt complacent. Get Liz Rose back in the room I am begging!!!!!

Now that I’ve typed all that out I feel like I am being increasingly harsh, but idk. It’s a fine album. There are some songs I enjoy and I’m sure it’s gonna grow on me more as I listen and really digest, but it doesn’t really have any super stand out moments to me right now. I saw a tweet saying this album is not to top the charts, not to draw in new fans, this is for the swifties who know and care about Taylor’s lore and want to listen and know what was going on during this period of her life, and she just needed to get it out there and say it so she can move on. And I do enjoy the lore, don’t get me wrong, but I kinda hope that’s the case and the next album is a clean slate, because… other than the lore, there’s nothing really new or interesting here, sonically, lyrically, etc. I really hope her next album she takes a big risk and does something different. I also feel like she needs a BREAK. Like I don’t want any new music for the entire year of 2025. Go recharge and take a break and come back to us with your best work, queen. I feel like the rerecords and the constant churning out of new music and content is just watering down her undeniable talent.

I wanted to like this a lot more than I did, but you know. C’est la vie. I never was a big poetry girlie anyways, and I’ve seen some people say they love the album (and to them I say I’m happy for you I clap I cheer and i’m gonna let you rock!!) but for me… idk. We’ll see how I feel in a week. But throughout the day today I kept feeling the temptation to put Chappell Roan back on, so… I think that sort of sums up my initial feelings on the whole thing. 😂

[anjaelle]

I have a neutral opinion about ATJ's wife(I don't like her, but I don't hate her either) because of the stuff that is surrounding her. I get why people dislike her(I would've dislike her too), it's just there are other people on here and other social media platforms who are being really ageist about her by calling her an old b**** and other terms. I just find the behavior of people calling her ageist names insane and rude. I won't defend celebrities that I have a neutral or negative opinion about. I made a post about it about two weeks ago, and I was afraid that people would react to it negatively and attack me or block me for making that post and being neutral. Everyone is entitled their own opinions.

I agree wholeheartedly.

Unlike a lot of people, when I think/talk about Aaron, I rarely (if ever) think about Sam. Because I’ve had like 10+ years to get used to it all, and the people who bring her up constantly seem to have just found out who she was within the last few years.

That being said…

Of all the things to roast Sam about (if you’re gonna roast her), her age is at the bottom of the list because 1) It’s out of her control. We’re all gonna be her age someday (Universe-willing), 2) It kind of implies that people are less upset about the grooming and more upset that a man they’re attracted to is with a woman deemed “unworthy” of him because she’s not young and conventionally attractive. And that becomes plainly obvious when people run to their IG comments to bash her every time he makes the mistake of posting her without turning his comments off.

High key the uptick in bashing is why he doesn’t talk to us on Social Media like he used to in the early-mid 10s (IYKYK).

[dayurno]

if the monsters (+jean) were animals what do u think they’d be sorry i know that sounds like a silly little question but i like the way ur mind works u concern me in such wonderful magical ways i need u to give me some batshit reasoning behind one of them that i can go ah yes! of course user dayurno how did i never think of this!

NO WORRIES NOT A SILLY QUESTION AT ALL i've been thinking hard on this because truly i'm not very good at naming animals but i'm a big big big big fan of birds (and fish) so you'll have to excuse me a little if most of them end up being birds. i already had pretty much most of these in my head down somewhere but writing this ask just unlocked them

i'll start with jean because we're always rallying him for doggy behavior but really i think he'd be a shoebill stork :) they're these huge scary birds with a terrible staring problem who only look mean but are actually pretty docile towards humans. the SOUND these animals make.... i don't know. reminds me of jean

another bird (crowd boos) but i think kevin would be a mute swan :) he's beauty he's grace etc...... swans are the opposite of shoebill storks because even though they look beautiful they are actually insufferable and can act very hostile towards humans if they feel threatened. something very kevjean about this all

ITHINK aaron is obviously (obviously!) a white ferret...... small and soft.... malleable... did you know ferrets were bred to hunt rabbits? anyway neil is not a rabbit (to me) but he's a close cousin. he's a cape hare. looks absolutely insane. i'm happy with this answer

AND AH. this is a must but andrew is obviously a pallas's cat. their short little legs and wide heads. him and nicky are the only two i can imagine as large(r) animals (i know jean is also a large animal here but he's a bird but so it's mostly legs). i think nicky would be a hyena :)

[drawingpad-studios]

(Slight TW for slight blood and gore??)

This was gonna be an October video, but with no response from the voice actor, I'm assuming he's busy and thought I wasn't doing a video anymore since I did say I was considering not doing the video at least without voice acting. Which is my fault, I shouldn't have had doubts about voice acting after asking. I just didn't want to ask too much, y'ah know.

Anyways here's what the update would have had(minus the speed paint)

This is some sprite edits of final designs of As Thin As Paper characters (made them sprite edits for easier reference of out of battle sprites in game) along with the idea I had for each one. (5 instead of 6 because Lanter's design is honestly being a bitch to me)

First in the list is the first npc you encounter in Super Paper Roblox, Aaron O’ Nare. Which has given the corrupted name of “The Wandering Narrator” for obvious reasons. Since he was the first concept art made for this game, there wasn’t really a set and stone idea of where the story of the game will go. There was no plan of story, gameplay, only a basic plan of the concept. Starting off there was just gonna be a corrupted design of all named npcs, there was no plan of which ones will actually be used in game. So his concept was able to be a little bit more “fluid”. Basically laying down the foundation for the other concept arts. Even though he’s kinda one of the more basic ones, with just skinnier bodies, torn skin, teeth and longer limbs, Now for the idea of how he was sort of glitched and turned into this design Starting back when the original Super Paper Roblox was deemed unplayable and locked up, the glitches and bugs target Aaron first. He was easy to mess with. His only role was to narrate. But what happens when the glitches and bugs decide to take that away from him? Withdrawals start to set in. anywhere he went, he tried to narrate the other npc’s lives, but the bugs kept that satisfaction of doing something he loves away from him. All the torture. Nothing but rejection and insanity. All until, something in his head just snaps. And now, after all the breaking down from the glitches and bugs that plagues the land, he’s nothing… he can’t narrate, no one and nothing will let him. He can’t take it. To the point of violence. 

Basic idea is that in the first chapter to keep the boss, Aaron, from attacking you early or at all, you have to keep him narrating your travels in at least the first chapter. With him wandering and stalking you, protagonist, throughout the first area until the end where you’ll be in the first boss fight. Pretty easy though, sense he IS supposed to be the first boss out of the 12 total bosses.

Next up on the list, is Scriptliss and the crystal that keeps him immortal. These two were one of the funnest ones to design. Like he’s an immortal and the crystal is what makes him immortal. He’s essentially a god. How could I not go all out? The main inspiration of these two in particular is the Yokai, Tenome, with the eyes on Scriptliss’ palms. The inspiration probably would have probably made more sense with Otempes, since the Tenome is an old man spirit, but hey it wasn’t his time on the mauling table. Anyways, it also made sense to make Cogen like a sort of core that keeps Scriptliss alive and together even after “dying”, since that crystal is already holding a part of his soul inside.

How they ended up in this situation was simple. The glitches and bugs got a hold of all of Scriptliss’ insecurities; his regret of his behavior in Paper Roblox 2, and his worries and regret of what happened to Tess Aract. Basically, blinding him with flashbacks and flashforwards, until he is made to fall into some gears, tearing his body up. Meanwhile, Cogen gets into an altercation with Aaron that ends with Cogen almost shattering for taking over the narration during chapter 8 of the original game. One thing led to another, and Cogen basically replaced Scriptliss’ spine to keep him together.

They’re supposed to be in the boss of chapter 2, so they’re a bit harder than Aaron but still easy. Since he is named “Blind Immortal”, you can probably guess that the sort of idea of the gimmick of chapter 2 is to sneak around and try to not run as much to avoid an early boss battle. Along with not running alot, you will also have to stay still if they have a palm up. Like a t-rex, they see movement better than anything else.

this doll of the hour is our next victim on the surgery table. Honestly, with some of the designs, you can tell where the steam dies a bit here and there. Especially for Wiscara, but oh well. Basically, sharp scissor limbs accompanied by a starved torso and stitches especially over the mouth. Constant pain, but no noise can come out. That’s all. I honestly feel like a dick to Wiscara for doing this to her.

Before she became like this, she and her brother, Artrist, were running away from a certain late game character that will not be named yet. Getting caught and attacked, ending with Wiscara being a sole survivor but being limbless and almost fully butterflied. With the help of one of the pumpkin head cousins, she was helped. But the help made her sewn up, doll style, from the glitches. Practically making her lose her humanity, yet still tortured by the visuals of the death of her brother.

She’s gonna be the 3rd boss in the lineup. Though the gimmick of her chapter has not been thought of yet. Probably hiding. No ideas in my head at the moment. not everything is set in stone yet.

Going a bit out of order, because something about her design in her concept art was just yelling to me. Just… something. Anyways, it was obvious to have Pink I as a giant fucking eye. Though her design couldn’t just stop at that. So basically, one thing led to another and screw it; iron maiden and a pinch of venus fly trap and frog. It just felt like something she would be. Just her original game personality just gave a certain E N E R G Y. I mean, it has been kinda implied in the original game that her answer to most things is nukes, so.

With how she got like this. Out of everyone, she was the most willing to be changed. She didn’t mind. It gave her more power to mess with, so why not. There weren't really any insecurities that weren’t hidden well, that the glitches and bugs can get. So, she couldn’t be broken down like the others. It only was really after she saw how the others transformed when she wanted in on the action.

Basically, this is what happens when you want to make a horror fan game, based on glitches corrupting others using insecurities, but a character in the original game doesn’t really have any possible insecurities you can find and pull out and the one core aspect of them that is that they basically have a wild trigger finger.

Back in order. The final design we have today is for Otempus. Not for Boxdria though yet, she has a 3d sprite. Anyways, with the missed opportunity to use Scriptliss’ Inspiration here, his design is still rather good. With Boxrida basically turning wilder than in game and almost eating him. It was either him or her. Best friend against best friend. And as you can probably tell in the concept art, regrettably to him, Otempus ended up winning. No back design for his final design, because I was a tired wimp, lmao.

His corruption reasoning was already mostly explained, so we can just move onto his chapter. He’s the chapter 4 boss, though he isn’t really one for fighting. In fact, he is supposed to be a sort of temporary ally in the chapter, helping with puzzles and maybe giving a little help in battles. Only being an actual boss enemy at the end of the chapter when the glitches take Boxdria’s soul and make Otempus fight you. Also, if you end up not killing him, you might or might not still have him as an ally after his boss fight at the end of his chapter.

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In the future, I might make non sprite designs of these characters that will be the model for in-battle sprites, thou that will only come after I get each character their final design.

[the-firebird69]

These things are true as well the Giants is to get rid of these and Trump's fleet will be destroyed and a lot of the pseudo Empire will be lost because they're going to go after it too and bja and the floor is going to fight the the foreigners will fight them back proper it will have to assist and I look formidable in the max will start attacking and good we need it now this is terrible these people are f****** losers and we have to prove it keep turning the heat up on one person and we're all watching the stupid s**** and you're going to die for doing it and apparently talk a lot and get rid of yourself and not caring your little babies blabbing and blabbing and getting rid of yourselves to do it it's gross it's disgusting behavior.

--on another note these retards have contaminated them badly and the dying droves thankfully yeah thankfully you f****** moron you think people like your behavior a******

--out there in the rings and the blades the blades Everglades they lost about 80 million and they're losing more and it's not morning it'll be 90 million by morning twice as much as last week it's a lot all their leaders are going to be gone captains will be gone we don't know what they're going to pilot they think they don't have to do anything and the world is getting rid of them because of that they're having them fight each other as soon they're going to start getting rid of these people in a massive Holocaust and it will force the war with the pseudo Empire cuz he s**** are massively lazy and stupid and unaware most of them some of them are and are being tortured because they're so gosh darn dumb and hateful and stupid and evil it seem like demons are so dumb is the radiation is killing them off and the population here fills up with the idiots and then empties most of them die and have taken to the incinerator if you're not contaminated that much but it didn't kill them now there's some issues we can't have you filling up and emptying and a lot of people say it they're not going to make it it keeps happening and we don't want it to be that way it's a crap hole and nobody fixes anything because of it as some other things too but these people are infilly about 4 million every other day and they don't make it and they're higher level than those dying in the rings and I'll tell you what we we need them to stop doing that so trying to pinch them off and then they get in and it's like a cycle and it keeps happening and they're all going to get worn down unless they figure it out to shut them down if you need a water to shut them down the general population is going to start evicting these idiots and arresting them and when they do that they'll start becoming violent and then more of it will happen they'll evacuate and then they will start a war with a pseudo Empire and for time we'll get their asses handed to them and more evacuations they really need to change this is misery what is getting rid of them it is getting rid of them what a bunch of losers the whole sticking race. We're told by Apollo and got his wife and we know about it and it's goddess wife and we know that they're insanely lazy but this is disgusting pretty soon it's going to be so hard it won't do anything. And bja says I'm trying to get him to they won't and it's the sopping stupid. There's a few other things to discuss but this is important. Now this thing with the cocaine bear. There's a lot of people that get killed including Aaron Mike and Tommy F no so they see him and they go after him in Maine and there's a few people that want him up there it's the gang of idiots a little bit no they want to take it over and then try they're going to draw people up there they say it was a funerals and Trump is heading that motion and also Mac wants them up there to exterminate them and to kidnap our son and yeah we're watching a son and daughter are creating these things in your friends here is dumber than hell and it's fun right in front of them and they're both laughing and who sang oh my because she's powerful. It's another thing that's going to happen but the cocaine bear turns into prophecy and they try and get him up there to draw people up and to kidnap him and they say as a whole and so other groups are going up there.

And the same Trump f***** it up because he's AI boy but they all are AI boys and girls who are deluded and mentally ill and feeble and their brains are swiss cheese if they're running the show okay.

But this Bear movie yeah I'm upset it's kind of his craziness but it works because these people are complete jerks okay they're lowlights their sleeves balls these murders and slime they kill their own family tell people about it and they're very loose meaning stupid we're up to going after them but it leads to prophecy the movie to try and get him up there so we know that movie probably occurs on the 15th and we also know that the current amount of money he has and his status is not going anywhere and no it's contacted him about anything so Uncle Phil is down here they plan to knock him off to use them he says he's up for the mission and it's winking saying it's not really because he doesn't want it and you should have pay attention she says that he doesn't want to do that but they're going to they need information about interstellar and other stuff like that Saturn and they're going for it soon probably after the 5th will be fighting Tommy f and they'll need stuff and information on the Black ships and more but really it's about interstellar and yeah they need to know they say and son put his shorts on backwards it's upsetting. But the prophecy results in a lot of their deaths and they have a fight up there for a while and he grabs a bunch of them that's Trump but he's in the bear he says well he gets out of the bear and it looks like the clones are running that facility. And he wonders if cherry should say if Jerry chasse senior is going to buy the farm. So we're going to take a look at this

Thor Freya

He's got impressively involved and it does help personally involved I got to start working on this Harley-Davidson stuff it's a great idea he's got you need new motors there's her not the best steel and we need frames that are stronger and point would that be a heavy object coming at you like three or four thousand pounds of iron and people would find them and try and replicate it some cases they could and they get big and we do see how that is it's cover and an avenue I love it this is going to work and great

Zig Zag

His ideas are awesome this idea with China is great and they're actually starting on these small supercars and they'll be zooming around China a little and I'll figure out they need them here it's a zoom around and then they'll be sending it to these guys who will be getting rid of themselves using them quite often and we mean it

Frank Castle hardcastle

Not only is it cool but it's useful it is a great idea and it makes the fiesta useful now they might try and change it and what they need to and it would be a fun vehicle for a lot of people maybe even our son cuz they tend to try and do it to him for who the hell knows why things go bad and they hate him they try to recover and people going to try and make it here it's a terrific idea the design is great too and it's Japanese and they be taking it and they're into it

Duke Nukem Blockbuster and we need this do we need it now so I'm going to get Presley involved personally involved and with Poseidon and goddess wife and the other side Toyota

We're proving it all to go forwards but approving it and this is greatness this is going to be awesome these kits can be made real cheap and sent everywhere and they know how to make the plastic carbon fiber glass and it's fast and they know how to do it and just change the mix a little to make it harder and they can make tons of them I mean this would be great

Olympus

Just calling on us to make it work and get into it and go go on it and we have several people but mostly child fat Chow fat and he's interested in very interested in it's a great idea he says and for China and he'll find out what happens overseas hopefully and there's some examples

Uriel and goddess wife

They got into a lot of trouble with the Chinese dirt bikes I mean a lot and you can't ride them around anymore the old lady's bother you I was just disgustingly stupid supercars too but they don't bother you as much as they think that you have guns and stuff and usually they do and you can carry a lot of cash in these things and they have to put the liquid hydraulics and now it's starting to make sense to people and the old lady would shut their f****** mouth yeah

Chow Phat

[ilektrasteam]

Here comes my mentally unsound bum to snoop in and talk about my unhinged DSM theories about the characters. Actually I think that both nicky and theodore may be somewhere in cluster A, book theodore and AS nicky have clear mental issues. Both in the games are shown to suffer from hallucinations. Nicky already has his grandmother who is established to not have been mentally sound and as it was stated, cluster A stuff can have genetic ties. Not even surprised a lot of people see nicky and theodore as a messed up adoptive son/father duo, both are engineers with paranoid tendencies (plus, I personally see aaron and nicky as platonic soulmates).

Book theodore especially is something else. Sudden abrupt changes in behavior, weird thought patterns, morbid intrusive/impulsive thoughts, paranoia and distrust, avoidant and isolated behavior, strange beliefs (the whole aaron omen thing), ignoring safety protocols because "teehee" (you're not pinkie pie theodore), weird clothing (though that may be an autism thing because lets be real, majority of engineers are not neurotypical)

As for shipping, I don't really do shipping myself, so I am eh about the ships. Anything could work idk. I will only talk about trinity and finch, since those two have harmed nicky.

I think AS trinity and nicky can work out, definitely not now, though. Trinity has an issue with ignoring boundaries in the name of protecting the others, and that is definitely not a good trait to pair with a kidnapping victim. Hell, ignoring boundaries to "protect" is also something theodore has to an insane extend (both (AS) trinity and nicky have parallels with peterson and even with each other LMAO) so Trinity's behavior, even without the whole basement thing could trigger nicky. If nicky heals and trinity learns to step back they'd be fine then.

Finch idk, what she did was way too messed up. What trinity did was messed up too, but I can somewhat excuse her behavior because if I was a 12-14 yo being stalked by murderous crow people I'd also start tweaking. But again, because they're kids, with character development maybe it could work out as well idk.

Also, finch exists in one of the games too afaik

i think that people should talk more about trinity’s ocd like i only found out about it i think last week when i was searching through her wiki for a specific piece of info and i saw it and i was like “man that actually makes so much sense why does no one talk about that”

i feel like it’s important that people know she’s heavily implied to and intended to have ocd because it does explain a lot of her actions that people might spin on her and demonise her, that kind of thing happens a lot in media especially when people are ignorant and don’t understand that some people think differently from them

also, side rant, i saw someone joking about trinity’s diabetes the other day and that pisses me off because it’s just not something to be joked about is it, people don’t care when disabilities like diabetes are joked about which i don’t really understand because you wouldn’t joke about someone who’s paralysed but whatever

also ALSO, another thing i want to say, nicky definitely has paranoid schizophrenia from his time in mr petersons house, did you know that schizophrenia is genetic and caused by multiple genes. did you also know that, in psychological terms, applying the biological approach to nicky’s situation means that his schizophrenic genotypes (his genes, which WERE dormant before) were triggered during his time in the basement which reflected in his phenotype (which means that his genetics and psychological make-up are now matched, as his previously dormant genotypes have been triggered). sorry this might be a bit wrong it’s midnight and i’ve only just finished covering psychological approaches

AND ANOTHER THING! ivan is autistic because i said so okay byebye now

[the-hopeless-haze]

I Do Bad Things With You

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: smut. nsfw mdni

Summary: You don't feel like you're a good agent. Aaron assures you that you are. And then he fucks you. or inn other words, I think I need someone to study my brain because I did cry in my boss' office for very similar reasons to this and I am very much attracted to her but we did not fuck in her office and she has no idea I want her I just have breakdowns at work because 1) it sucks and 2) I am mentally unwell. I just truly don't know if this fic was birthed from the worst compulsory heterosexuality of all time or if I'm truly just an insane bisexual (I think it's the latter) but when I tell you I have not thought about Hotchner in years I MEAN years. I haven't watched Criminal Minds in like five years until today to write this fic. But like. He is FINE. y'all know. you're here. come for my unhinged summary stay for the smut idk

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“I can’t do this anymore,” you mutter under your breath, hating how the tears fall anyway, how you can’t stop them. “I’m not doing a good enough job. I need to leave.”

“What are you talking about?” Aaron asks you. “Why do you feel that way?”

“It’s just… it’s just I feel like I can never get a grip. Like I can’t ever get everything done that needs to get done. Like I’m not good enough.”

“You’re good enough. You’re a good agent. You come in and you do your job,” he says gently. “I don’t need anything else from you.”

You were usually so put together, so stoic, even, so sure of yourself. He can’t quite believe you’re in his office like this, past the verge of tears, sitting across from him weeping.

“I’m proud of you.”

“For what?” you ask, lifting your head to look at him.

“For the effort you put in. How you’re a new agent and you still proved yourself to my team. You’re living up to your potential and then some. We appreciate you. I appreciate you.”

“You just have to say that.”

“No. I don’t have to say anything. I’m telling you what I see and what I believe. And I’m not letting you quit.”

“But, sir, I—“

“I won’t accept it,” he says firmly but quietly. “You’re too good of an agent to lose. You know this. You know your grades were stellar and your psychology background is enviable. You know you passed every test with flying colors. The adjustment to being a full-fledged agent in the first year is tough, to say the least. It’s grueling. Getting accustomed and used to death, danger and just the pressure of the job is something that not everyone can handle. But you can. I know you can. If I lost you, I’d lose an asset. You’re an excellent profiler. It’s intuitive for you.”

There it is, though, that behavior analyst part of your brain and you noticed how he said “I” and not “we” and how his eyes softened, how he wasn’t looking at you sternly and stoically but there was more of a tenderness in his dark eyes.

He likes you. He means what he says. You know he does.

But that isn’t enough. You don’t believe what he says. You don’t believe you’re worthy. This job takes up so much of your waking hours but when you’re outside of it you have next to nothing. You’re not close to family here in Virginia. You don’t have a significant other. You’re not home enough to have a dog. And you just feel like you’ve been letting yourself go since you only seem to have time to eat, sleep and work.

You’ve always been an anxious person. You’ve managed to quell the thoughts wracking your brain with years of practice and medications to a point where you can function, to a point where you made it through school and made it into the FBI. Impostor syndrome dies hard, though. You keep trying to swallow down your tears but it’s fucking impossible when you’re like this. You dry them on the sleeves of your blazer, biting your lip nervously.

“Don’t cry. It’s okay,” Aaron says, breaking through your thoughts.

“It’s not okay,” you murmur. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I shouldn’t be breaking down crying.”

“You’re human,” he says gently. “This job is overwhelming.”

“It doesn’t seem to get to you.”

“It does. It still does. I… I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you.”

“I just don’t think I can do this, Hotchner. With all due respect, I need to put my two weeks in,” you say, strengthening your weakened resolve.

“No,” he refuses, shaking his head. “What do I have to do to get you to see what I see?”

You sigh, leaning forward and bracing your head in your hands. “I don’t know.”

You feel him before you see him, refusing to lift your head up as the tears started streaming down your face. He kneels in front of you, taking your hands gently from your cheeks, but your eyes are still squeezing shut. “Look at me,” he orders.

“Hotchner, I—“

“It’s Hotch. You know that. Or… you can call me Aaron. Just call me Aaron. Look at me.”

Finally, you blink your eyes open, tears spilling over, and he squeezes both your hands gingerly.

“Good. Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to go home for the night. You’re going to take your mind off of the job. And you’re going to come back tomorrow morning and everyone in here is going to talk about how much you’re missed when you’re gone. Because we all value you. But you need to take the time for yourself. You’re burnt out. You’re not a bad agent. You’re just mean to yourself and you shouldn’t be.”

It’s not lost on you, the way he’s still touching you when you don’t think you’ve seen him so much as brush against anyone else on the team. Is he…?

You squeeze his hands back, forcing yourself to smile.

“There we go,” he smiles back. “See? Do you feel better?”

“A little. Thank you, Hotch.”

“Please. You can call me Aaron in private,” he reiterates. He would have, could have, should have let you go by now. But he hasn’t.

“In private?”

“I don’t let just anyone use my first name. There’d be questions if you started using it especially since you called me SSA Hotchner for months before I got you to just say Hotchner at least. You’re a rule stickler, hm? I think that’s part of your problem.”

“You don’t strike me as the type to think rules are made to be broken,” you counter. Sure. You were a stickler. You were. Deferential to authority - that deserved it. You spoke out, and you would speak out of turn if anything felt wrong or uncomfortable. Rules made things feel safer. Still. You’d call out the unjust. And you think Aaron is the same way.

“Some of them are,” he muses.

“You yelled at me,” you say suddenly. “My third week.”

He furrows his brow, trying to recall the incident you were talking about and then he nods. “You were reckless. You put yourself and Morgan in danger. You walked straight into an ambush. It was a mistake. A rookie mistake. A mistake you learned from. You never did it again.”

“But I—“

“It’s been almost a year since then,” he says, gently. “I don’t hold it against you. I’ve had to pull everyone who works here aside for something. And I’ve been pulled aside myself. No one’s perfect. I… I raised my voice because I was worried about you. Not because I was angry with you.”

“Okay,” you breathe out, nodding. “Okay.”

“I wish you could see what I see,” he says.

“Hm?”

“I see a strong, capable, intelligent young woman who’s an amazing profiler — you can glean someone’s familial background in record time. I see a woman who holds her ground and then some in interrogations.”

“I’m crying in my boss’ office right now,” you titter awkwardly.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re still all of those things. I see a beautiful woman who’s passionate about her career, who wants to do the best she can…”

He trails off. You wonder if he realizes the weight of what he said.

Always walking the line of professionalism. Making any comments regarding your appearance was crossing it, even if it was as benign and modest as “beautiful”. It was still a step too far.

But you, you’re depressed and anxious, and you’ll take whatever you can get.

He’s still kneeling in front of you.

You know it would be stupid, especially when he’s a broken man himself, even if he denies it to everybody. His wife cheated on him. It was hard, with the job, to have a stable relationship with anyone outside of it. You know this. You’re living it.

He’s still touching you and your skin is on fire now.

“I’m sorry,” he says, but he makes no effort to move, no effort to stop staring through your eyes to your soul. Is he profiling you? Trying to see if your breath hitched when he let the compliment slip?

“Don’t be,” you say breathily.

“It was inappropriate,” he says, and he does get up then, wincing at the stiffness in his knees from crouching in front of you for so long. You miss the warmth of his hands already. “You’re dismissed, agent. Go home and take care of yourself.”

Your emotions flip like a switch, it’s just how it’s always been, and you use it to your advantage in a room full of profilers. It’s good to be unpredictable, a wild card. You don’t even mean to. You just are. You can’t help the words that come out of your mouth next. He stood up, so he’s towering over you as you sit in the seat across from his desk, but he’s looking down at you, waiting on your next sentence. And what you say is, “Agent? I thought we were on first-name basis, Aaron?”

It’s the first time you’ve said his first name, and it goes right through him. He wasn’t lying. Not many people do have the privilege to use it. None of his subordinates would be brave enough, maybe not even if he gave them explicit permission like he gave to you. It’s intimate, all these walls up in this bureaucracy that even something as simple as a woman using his first name could drive him up the wall like it would an upstanding Christian man in Regency England. Rules. Rules to be broken.

Aaron whispers your first name, and it’s barely audible, but you hear it in his low, soft baritone. Not the first time, but the only time he’s said it without your last name tacked on the end of it. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what, Aaron?”

You’re teasing, now, and he wonders if it’s just a reflex, trying to gain back some of the power you lost by coming in here crying, or if you genuinely want something from him besides reassurance and a couple of hours off from work. It was maddening at first, trying to figure you out. He still doesn’t know exactly who you are and he’s resigned himself to the fact that maybe he’d never be able to nail you down.

“Don’t,” Aaron says again, looking at you sternly as you stand up.

“What is it that you don’t want me to do, Aaron?” you ask, and you’re still not eye to eye but you’re closer now, and his eyes never left your face throughout the whole conversation anyway.

He says your name again like it’s a curse under his breath. “You know exactly what you’re doing. Stop it.”

“Use your words, Aaron.”

“Stop teasing me,” he murmurs, looking away from you for the first time, down at the floor. You never expected him to be so… shy.

“I’m teasing you?” you ask, feigning innocence. You didn’t have to be a profiler to see how he was getting tenser as you continue this conversation.

“Yes,” he says, looking back up at you, an edge to his voice you hadn’t heard before. “And I suggest you stop.”

“Or else?” you say before your brain can catch up. You’re playing with fire. You know you are.

But you like him. Tall, dark, handsome, nothing like the men you’ve been with before. Other men were intimidated when he walked into the room. And you being you… you always wanted to break him down into a crying, blubbering mess, and be the only one who got to see him like that. Break the stoic wall and get to see him. Human.

And if he was this reactive to you just saying his name?

Lord help both of you.

“Please,” he murmurs. “Go home for the day.”

“Is that to help me, or you?”

He shakes his head, smiling a little. “Perhaps both of us.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t jump at the chance to get my resignation if I make things so… hard… for you, Aaron,” you say, and you move a little closer, his breath hitching audibly in his throat.

Again. He says your name like it’s the worst curse in the book, hissing it like it physically hurts him, and you know, maybe you are.

“A little selfish, maybe. I’d miss you too much,” he admits. “And I meant what I said. I’d lose an asset. You’re a stellar agent.”

You don’t really know what to say, now, but he continues.

“Profile me,” he whispers. “In this moment. What am I thinking?”

“So you don’t have to say it out loud?”

“Mm.”

“You want me, Aaron,” you say shakily, losing your resolve almost as quickly as you gained it back. “I don’t think you’d have to be a profiler to figure that out.”

“Is it that obvious?” he asks.

“Right now… yes.”

“You need me. You need me to show you how valued you really are,” Aaron says, searching your eyes for confirmation that you want this, too. As always, though, you’re unreadable. “Say it. Let me show you my appreciation.”

God. What in the world? Your brain is fuzzy with lust, and never in a million years would you have thought this is how today would’ve gone. Mondays back in the office are always the worst, piles of paperwork from the cases prior to sift through and file and the anticipation of when you’d be on the road or up in the air next always gnawed at your stomach. You fully expected to give your notice and come home crying. You didn’t foresee the prospect of being utterly fucked by your boss who very much did not want you to resign.

You know why the rules are in place. Dating coworkers was messy anyway, never mind dating someone in this line of work. Still… you thought it made sense in a way. The only person who was really going to understand your crazy schedule was someone who was working the same hours.

So you nod, giving him full permission to do as he pleases.

His lips meet yours, surprisingly soft and gentle, akin to the way his hands squeezed yours before. “I can’t believe I held myself back from doing this for this long,” he mumbles against your mouth, then he pulls you in an embrace, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses on the side of your neck where he can reach. “I need you here. I need you to promise me you’ll stay.”

“I’ll stay, Aaron.”

“I’ve wanted your body since the second you walked into this building. I need you. You ground me. Make me feel better, human. Like maybe I could exist outside of the field and outside of this office.”

“Did you know I was struggling?”

“You hide it well. I knew you were frustrated, but the last case was tough and we all are a little on edge. I’m sorry. I should’ve been there for you to lean on, honey,” Aaron says, moving his head back to face you, eyes meeting yours earnestly. “I want you to always come to me if you need anything. Anything.”

You don’t say anything, just hum contently, pressing your mouth back to his for a kiss that starts off chaste and quickly becomes heated, his hands cupping the curve of your ass.

“Answer me,” he says firmly. “Promise me you’ll always come to me.”

“I promise,” you agree.

“Good girl,” he affirms. “You’re such a good girl. Never have to worry about you doing your job. You always get your reports to me on time, you always make brilliant deductions when we’re going over cases, you always make sure the rest of the team doesn’t need anything… such a good girl.”

You kiss him fiercely, the voice in your head screaming he was your boss and both of your careers are on the line if this goes south long silenced. His large hands on your ass pull you closer to him, and you feel his hardening cock against you as he does. “Aaron,” you choke out breathily.

“Feel me? That’s what you do to me, honey.”

You snake a hand between your bodies and palm him through his dress pants, and you can tell he wasn’t expecting that to be your next move from the way his cheeks flush and he groans heavily. “This is about you,” he manages to say, taking your hand away from his clothed cock. “All about you. Go sit on my desk, honey.”

You do as he says, squeezing your thighs together as he follows you and takes his suit jacket off, revealing his tasteful button-down underneath. “Good girl,” he whispers, spreading your legs with hands, kneading the flesh of your thighs as he does so, letting the fabric of your skirt ride up.

And then he digs his nails under the thin sheer of your tights and rips them. “Aaron!” you hiss in surprise.

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he responds almost dismissively, easing the torn fabric down the length of your legs, kissing the swell of your calves as he takes your heels off and places them on the floor underneath the desk.

“I’m more worried about how I’m going to walk out of here,” you say, smiling.

“I sent them all out on different tasks and told them to get lunch first. They’ll be gone for a while.”

“Did you plan this?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Not exactly,” he smirks. “But now you can be as loud as you need to be.”

“Aaron,” you say, almost scolding, but whatever you were going to say after that is lost in the recesses of your mind as you feel his mouth on yours again, hot and ready, tongue gliding against yours with ease. He shrugs your blazer off, too, leaving you in just a black tank top and your skirt that was hiked up to your waist.

“I believe regulations are to wear long sleeve button-downs underneath blazers,” he says lowly. You know it’s a lie. If Garcia can dress the way she does there are certainly not strict restrictions on what you can wear, even if you’re a field agent. But you’ll play along.

“I believe regulations are not to have your subordinate spread out on your desk in front of you, sir,” you retort.

Aaron chuckles deeply at that. This is how you usually were, sarcastic and snippy, even with him at times. Funny. “Rules and regulations,” he muses. “I think I’m alright with those two being broken.”

And with that his fingers of his right hand start ghosting your cunt, pressing the thin cotton of your panties, groaning lowly at how wet you are. “You’re soaked, honey,” he says. “Can I feel you? Please.”

“Yes, Aaron, please touch me,” you nod.

He pushes aside your panties, slipping his index finger in slowly, catching your lips with his in the process.

“Want to make you feel so good, so much better,” he murmurs, starting slow and building up pressure before he inserts another finger, stretching you out, making you impossibly wetter, reaching depths of you that you couldn’t reach yourself with your much shorter and thinner fingers. “Lift your hips,” he instructs, and in one swift motion, he slips your panties off, pocketing them in his dress pants. “Good girl.”

“Not fair, Aaron,” you say.

“What’s not fair, honey?”

“You’re still fully dressed,” you point out, reaching for his tie to loosen it. You were absolutely soaked, you could feel it, and you wonder if his desk will stain from your slick. You untuck his shirt from his pants and run your hands over his stomach, scars under the pads of your fingers, God, you want to lick every inch of him.

“Mm. I can help you remedy that,” he agrees, meeting your hands when you were halfway through the buttons on his pristine white shirt, pulling it over his head along with his undershirt. You reach for his belt buckle and he stops you. “Not yet. Let me do something first.”

And before you know it his tongue is on you, swirling incessant circles around your swollen clit, and you can tell he’s not taking his time now. He wants to bring you over the edge and fast, and you wonder how long it will be before the rest of the team do return from their extended lunch breaks. You’ve been eaten out before, sure, but to use a cliched metaphor for the umpteenth time in human history, you finally figured out what women meant when they said their man ate them like it was their last meal on death row. You clamp your legs against his head, and he moans, sending vibrations through your cunt, damn near sending you over the edge as you pant and whimper.

“Am I not making you feel good?” Aaron looks up in worry.

“What? Why would you say that?”

“You’re not screaming. I suppose I should try harder,” he says, furrowing his brow and then he adds his fingers back, fucking deep into you. His tongue focuses on your clit and your thighs are shaking and you gasp, no longer able to hold yourself up seated, leaning back and bracing yourself on your elbows.

“Aaron, I’m so close,” you moan, trying to fight the urge to push him away as the pressure builds. You squeeze your thighs tighter and the sudden force of it drags Aaron’s tongue flat against your clit, and that’s what sends you over the edge, whining his name over and over again.

He doesn’t stop.

“Aaron,” you choke out, trying to back away from him due to the overstimulation. “Aaron. Please.”

“You can be louder than that,” he says, not bothering to lift his head, voice muffled by your wet cunt. “I’m not stopping until you reach a decibel level I’m satisfied with. And I will know if you’re faking.”

You’ve never had anyone go down on you for multiple rounds. You were lucky if you came once with previous partners. Part of the reason you never wanted to make a move with Aaron was that you figured he would ruin you for other men.

And God. Were you right.

You only hope you’re ruining him for other women.

You know you’re next orgasm will be embarrassingly close as he never gave you a chance to come down from the first one. You didn’t expect it to come on like it did though, your right hand carded in his jet black hair, just again, him flattening his tongue against your clit as his fingers continued to scissor you open and you can’t help it, gasping for air, shouting, yelling, keening his name. “Aaron,” you plead. “I can’t give you another one. Please.”

“Shh. Good girl. You can and you will. For me,” he commands authoritatively.

And you can. And you do.

The next time, mercifully, Aaron stands up, and leaves you alone to breathe. He kisses you and you taste yourself on his tongue. He’s achingly hard now, a quite visible tent noticeable in his dress pants, cheeks red from exertion, everything from his nose to his chin wet with your slick.

What a vision.

How were you ever going to get this out of your head?

“Can I be inside you? Please?” he asks.

“Yes,” you affirm.

Aaron lets you unbuckle his pants and lets them pool to the floor, helping you out of your tank top and bra, sucking and biting on your nipples and the flesh of your breasts for a few moments before he steps out of his shoes and boxers, completely bare in front of you.

“God, Aaron,” you breathe. “You’ve really been holding out on me.”

“Yeah?” he asks, and his cheeks flush redder. “I could say the same for you, sweetheart.”

“How long?”

“I told you,” he says lowly, lining his cock with your entrance. “Since the second you walked in this building.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” you ask, but it’s a loaded question if not a stupid one. There’s a myriad of reasons why you don’t tell someone who works under you that you want to fuck them stupid. That you like them. That you love them?

You frown slightly. You don’t think you could handle it if this was the only time you got to be with him like this.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, lifting your chin with his thumb. “You promised you would tell me.”

“Is this… is this a one-time thing, Aaron?” You ask tentatively.

“I don’t want it to be,” he answers quickly. “It’d be a daily occurrence if I had my way.”

With that, he grabs your hips, and looks at you for consent, then slams all the way in when you nod in affirmation. Neither of you can help the moans and groans escaping your mouths at that, you from feeling completely full and him being fully sheathed in you.

“I… I love you,” he says, pressing his sweat-sheened forehead to yours. “You don’t have to say it back. I know how dangerous and inappropriate and difficult this situation is never mind adding emotions to it. And I… I’m not good at them in the first place. I just… I just need you to know that. I want to be with you. All the time.”

“Again, Aaron, why did you never… fuck,” you trail off as he starts moving his hips, setting a slow and languid pace.

“I don’t know. I was afraid,” he chuckles.

“Of me?”

“You’re intimidating. You’re beautiful, smart, and capable. To tell you I wanted you…”

“You’re calling me intimidating?” you ask. “You? Of all people?”

“I’ve seen you interrogate. Baby-faced assassin, hm? You’ve shaken some grown men in their boots.”

“Including you?”

“Including me,” he chuckles, then softens. “Seeing you cry like that today… I… it broke my heart, honey. I never thought I’d see you break. I’d do anything to make you never feel like that again. You need to stay.”

“I already promised you, Aaron,” you say, biting your lip as he somehow angles his cock deeper in you. “I love you.”

Kissing you fiercely, he squeezes your hips, and you can’t wait to see if there’ll be bruises there tomorrow in the shape of his fingertips. “God, you’re fucking squeezing my cock, honey,” he grunts, and you feel yourself clench more at his words. You’ve never heard him swear. Ever. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”

“I’m surprised you lasted this long, old man,” you tease.

“You’d be surprised how much stamina I do have,” he threatens, rolling his eyes at you. “You’ll see tonight when I have more time with you.”

“How presumptuous.”

He scoffs, doesn’t say anything, but starts running over your clit with his thumb, kissing you deeply, fucking you faster and harder, setting a much more brutal pace.

“You just need me that bad, Aaron?” you ask, hellbent on seeing him break. “You need to fuck me all the time now that you’ve had me?”

“Yes,” he pants. “Need you all the time. Every day. Need to fuck this pretty cunt. Make you know you’re appreciated. Valued. Loved. Never want to hear you talk about yourself like that ever again. Not…I’ll worship you. Kiss the ground you walk on. Fuck you until you can’t stand. Whatever it takes.”

“What about you, Aaron? How do you feel right now?”

“So fucking good,” he groans. “So fucking good. Such a good girl. You keep sucking my cock back in every thrust, you feel that, honey? So wet, so warm, fuck, I’d stay inside you forever.”

“Yeah, Aaron? Hmm? I—“ your teasing backfired on you, and before you can think of anything else to say, you come on his cock, your nails dragging down his back stalling his motions to stutters and he’s asking you, begging you, “Please let me cum inside you,” he begs. “Please, honey.”

You nod breathlessly, unable to speak, and you don’t think he’d be able to make it out of you in time completely if you’d said no because you feel his seed fill you as you’re still riding out the aftershocks of your own orgasm and he’s moaning your name in choked sobs and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever fucking seen or heard.

“I love you,” he whispers, dark eyes looking up at you from where his face now rested in the swell of your breasts. “I love you. And we’re going to make this work come hell or high water.”

“I love you,” you say back once you catch your breath. “Are you still sending me home?”

He laughs. “You look and smell like sex.”

“Do you think you look or smell any different? You did this to me,” you say, messing up his sweat-streaked hair more with your fingers. “I think your boss should send you home, too.”

“Hm. Perhaps I could convince him,” he says, giving you a wide smile.

He helps you get dressed, kissing you wherever he can reach in between and it takes much longer than it would have had you dressed yourself. You’re not complaining. But there’s no fixing your hair or your tattered tights. No fixing Aaron’s disheveled hair, either, or the sweat stains around his armpits from when you teased him for so long.

“Follow me home, honey,” he instructs. “Round two.”

Maybe you should have mental breakdowns at work more often.

[sprinkler-ashes]

gorgeous // aaron hotchner x reader

gorgeous

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

in which you’re jack hotchner’s teacher, and you are utterly enamored of his dad. loosely based off of taylor swift’s song “gorgeous.”

words: 2.4k

warnings: everyone thirsting over hotch lmao

a/n: thank you all soooo very much for 600+ notes on my last fic!!! here’s another small taylor-inspired fic. It’s short, sweet, and i left it open for a part 2 in case i want to write it – we’ll see. i really wanted to get more out for you guys, but spring semester started, i fell back into constant work, and now am getting over the flu, which totally sucks, but is giving me a slight break to write. thanks for reading <3

you make me so happy, it turns back to sad

there's nothing i hate more than what i can't have

you are so gorgeous it makes me so mad

On most days, you loved your job. You were a first grade teacher and truly loved all the kids you had as if they were your own.

However, on some days – you really despised your job.

Dealing with the parents was sometimes your least favorite part of your job. It was usually mind-boggling to you at how some of these people had the sweetest and smartest kids, but they, the parents themselves, could be absolutely awful. It wasn’t all of the parents. In fact, there were some you really liked, but there were definitely a couple bad ones.

As much as you didn’t like dealing with some of those bad parents during conferences, you weren’t a fan of days like today – a Saturday bake sale at nine in the morning to raise money for an end-of-the-year field trip coming up at the end of the school year in just a couple months. The PTA was over the bake sale, which meant you had to deal with some of the most insufferable women you had ever met on what was supposed to be a day off.

“I told you, Stef, she’s just with him so she can get that life insurance check when he finally kicks the bucket – you watch and see if I’m not right,” the woman next to you, Kelly, said. “Poor Charlie, I hope he gets away from her before she snatches every penny he’s got.”

You wanted to scream. You weren’t sure how you were going to deal with this for another – you checked your watch – two hours and thirty-eight minutes even though the bake sale was only supposed to be three hours long. How had it only been twenty-two minutes?

 Kelly was the resident gossip while Stefanie, Stef, was her best friend and head of the PTA. Kelly’s son wasn’t in your class, but Stef’s twins were both in your class. Even though you didn’t even teach Kelly’s kid, you saw her often because she was always at every single school event.

“Stef, are you listening to me?” You heard Kelly ask.

“Did you know Mr. Hotchner is here?” Stef asked excitedly.

Your head perked up at hearing that. You pretended to fiddle with the homemade brownies wrapped up in front of you while you listened.

“That man is so beautiful. I just want him for myself,” Kelly replied. “I’m glad he made it today, so we have something nice to look at.”

You couldn’t disagree with Kelly there. Aaron Hotchner was the dad of one of the kids in your class, Jack, and a member of the PTA. He was the Unit Chief of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit and was often gone on cases. Jack’s mom had died a while ago, close to two years prior, and Jessica, Jack’s aunt, was usually the one who would drop him off and pick him up.

In fact, you had only met Jack’s dad a couple times – three, to be exact. The first time you met Jack and Aaron was at the school’s open house event right before school had started. The second time was the first parent-teacher conference of the year. The last time you had seen him was purely by luck in the grocery store one evening.

Kelly wasn’t wrong – Aaron Hotchner was insanely attractive and every woman in the PTA knew it. It honestly seemed like everyone knew it except for Aaron himself. You watched as he helped Jack give change back to a man who was buying a cookie at the booth he was at. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him give his son a high-five after the man had left.

Truthfully, you hated him. Not because he had ever done anything to you – actually, it was because he hadn’t done anything to you.

“Do you think he’ll ever remarry?” Kelly asked Stef. “If so, I hope it’s one of us.”

“You, me, and every woman here,” Stef said with a laugh. “Oh my goodness, Kelly, he’s coming over here. Fix your hair! It looks like a bird’s nest.”

You felt your pulse start to race as you glanced up to find that Stef was, indeed, right. Aaron was coming over, his eyes trained on you with his hands in his pockets. He was dressed casually in jeans and a crewneck sweatshirt. It was different from the usual suits you saw him in. Seeing him without a tie felt almost criminal.

“Good morning,” he told you, not paying attention to the other women near you, his eyes trained solely on you. “I’m sorry to bother you, but Jack wants to know if you’ll come join his booth for a moment. It won’t be long.”

You silently it wasn’t obvious that his gaze on you was affecting you the way that it was. His job was literally to profile people – you just hoped he wasn’t profiling you right now. “Yeah, I’d love to. Do you mind taking over this booth while I go over for a bit?”

“Go right ahead, honey,” Kelly told you. She lowered her voice, “I’d go anywhere with him, too.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m just going to see Jack’s poster.”

Kelly grinned. “Whatever you say.”

You shook your head, avoiding eye contact with Aaron and watching as both the women gave him a smile and little wave while you maneuvered from out behind the table you were standing at. “Lead the way.”

He gave you a small smile as he removed his hands from his pockets and led you over to the table him and Jack were assigned to. “I know you’re miserable, so I thought I’d help you escape.”

You were about to ask how he knew you’d rather have been doing anything else other than Stef and Kelly gossip, but you closed your mouth as soon as you opened it. “Really? You were profiling me? Here?”

That earned you a laugh out of him, which you now claimed as your favorite sound you’ve ever heard. “I don’t think it would’ve taken a profiler to see that you weren’t enjoying yourself.”

“Did you guys not get assigned with anyone else? It was supposed to be three to five people per table,” you mentioned as you two had finally reached the cookie booth that Aaron and Jack were over.

“We did, but they didn’t show,” Aaron replied to you, his hand lightly touching your lower back as he guided you behind the table where Jack was awaiting, causing you to elicit a sharp intake at the contact. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you said in your best attempt at a nonchalant tone. If he doubted you, he didn’t press further. “Do you want me to ask around and see if I can get someone to come work the cookie booth with you guys?”

Aaron shook his head. “We’re holding up fine. Right, Jack?”

“Miss Y/L/N!” Jack shouted coming towards you as he held out his poster board that was just about as big as he was and filled with hand-drawn pictures of cookies. “Look at my sign! Daddy let me stay up late to make it.”

You crouched down to his level. “It looks awesome, Jack!” you told him excitedly, gaining a smile of your own as you watched his spread wide. “You did a great job!”

“Thanks! Can you put it back in front of the table, please?” He asked you politely. You nodded and took the poster back from him and placed it back in its rightful spot in front. “Daddy, can I go talk to my friends? I’ll be really quick, I pinky-promise.”

“Yes, but don’t be too long. We have cookies to sell,” Aaron told him.

You both watched as Jack’s little legs carried him just right in front of the table you were at. He was only a couple feet away, but you noticed Aaron’s eyes watching him, making sure he got there safely and that the adults working that table saw him.

“He thinks the world of you. I think you’re his favorite person,” Aaron told you.

That made you grin. You weren’t supposed to have favorites as a teacher, especially with kids as young as the ones you taught, but Jack was definitely one of your favorites. He was a sweet kid and was even reading on a fourth grade level. He caused no trouble and was a friend to everyone.

“He’s a great kid. I think the world of him also,” you said, your eyes locking with Aaron’s. Your breath hitched. How was someone this gorgeous? “But I actually think you’re his favorite person. He tells everyone about you and what you do. You’re his hero.”

Aaron grinned, and it was a sight you hadn’t seen before. You’d gotten smiles from him before, but never anything this big. You refrained from quite literally melting onto the floor. To be honest, you weren’t sure how you were going to last another minute standing here with him. He was so attractive you could barely even look at him.

If you said you didn’t have a teeny, tiny crush on Jack’s dad, you would be lying, but he was off-limits. For one, you were his son’s teacher. You’d really convinced yourself that there was no way he would want someone like you. There was nothing wrong with you, but you two were supposed to have a strictly professional relationship.

“Have you tried one of the cookies?” Aaron asked you, motioning to the cookies that laid on the table in front of the two of you.

“I haven’t,” you replied. “Did you bake all of these?”

“I had some help,” he sheepishly admitted. “Penelope, one of my co-workers, she helped me. As soon as we got back from a case last night, she came over. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to bake this many cookies by myself.”

“You made all of these last night? And after a case?” you asked incredulously. The entire table was covered in cookies of various different flavors. You were seriously impressed.

“Yeah, but it was no big deal,” he brushed it off. “I didn’t want to miss the bake sale. Plus, like I said, I didn’t do all of it.”

Was there anything this man couldn’t do?

You laughed. “I’m sure you’re probably wishing that you did miss the bake sale.” You gestured around the school parking lot that was set up. “I can count on one hand the number of things we’ve sold. I told Stef that a chilly February bake sale wasn’t a good idea, but she doesn’t really listen.”

“No, I’m glad I’m here. I really wanted to be here,” he said, looking directly at you.

This man knew how to take your breath away without even touching you or really even saying anything. You really understand now why all the PTA moms spent so much time gossiping about him.

“We’re glad you could make it,” you said breathlessly, offering a smile. “Really, Mr. Hotchner, I know how busy you are, so all of us are thrilled that you could find the time to help out.”

“Call me Aaron.”

This man was genuinely going to drive you crazy. You were an adult, so why did talking to Aaron Hotchner almost make you drop to the ground?

Before you could say anything else, Jack was back. “Did we get any more customers?”

“Not yet, buddy.”

Jack frowned. “Ah, man. But the cookies are so good!” He turned to you. “Miss Y/L/N, why is no one buying anything?”

“I’m not sure, Jack. Hopefully, we’ll get some more customers later.”

“I hope so,” he said sadly. “I really want to go on the field trip.”

You once again crouched down to his height – something you did often when talking to any of the kids. “We’re working really hard to make the field trip happen, so don’t give up hope, okay?”

Before Jack could reply, you noticed people coming towards your table, so you motioned for Jack to look. “Look! There’s some customers coming. You ready?”

Jack nodded excitedly as he turned around and eagerly started to await the arrival of the people nearing. You smiled at his excitement and took a step back, letting him take control, but you were going to keep watch to make sure he was doing everything correctly.

 “I can see why Jack likes you so much.”

You smiled. The greatest compliments you could receive was from parents telling you their kids – the kids you spent more time with than your own family — liked you. Some days were tough, and it would feel like you weren’t in the right profession, but that feeling would go away any time a parent was able to confirm that their child really enjoyed you teaching them.

“Thank you, Mr. Hotchner, but I should probably get back to helping out Stef and Kelly,” you told him as you looked around to see more people filing in. “It seems we’re starting to get a little busy.”

“Yeah, of course, sorry to keep you busy. Jack just wanted you to come over.”

Jack turned around. “Yeah, I did. Daddy wasn’t happy that we didn’t get to work a table with you. He called Miss Stef a-”

Aaron’s eyes went for a split second before he said, “Jack, turn back around and sell your cookies.”

Jack did as he was told and Aaron awkwardly ran a hand through his hair as you replayed what Jack said back in your head. Aaron wanted to talk to you. He wanted to work with you today. It could’ve meant anything, but you were currently feeling like a kid on Christmas morning.

Aaron cleared his throat. “I guess Jack wasn’t the only one that wanted to talk to you.”

You suppressed a grin, gaining the courage to look Aaron in the eyes. “And I guess Jack wasn’t the only one I came over here for.”