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cerise-on-top · 4 months

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Singing Price a Lullaby

Reusing one of my favorite ideas! I actually put in the names of all the characters I write for into a random picker and I got Price! Lovely, he's earned it!

Looking up from your phone, you gazed through the window, looking at the few stars and clouds that were visible. The sun had kissed the planet goodnight a while ago. And yet, here you were, all alone still, lying in your bed as you awaited your lover to finally finish his work for the day. A torturous time, really. Although he may have been so near, you dared not disturb him in what he deemed so important. And thus you were left to your own devices for hours now, asking him whether or not he had desired some food from time to time. Truthfully, an empty stomach was the only thing to make John abandon his oh so important work. And even then, conversation was sparse, he merely thought about work, not paying you much mind. While there may be the occasional answer were you to ask a question, it was short. He may have been the captain of a prestigious force, but that didn’t mean he should neglect you like that. Even you, with your understanding nature, had your limits. But it wasn’t John unintentionally ignoring you for the majority of the day that got to you, no. What really irked you was how few breaks he took. Yes, what he had to do was indeed of utmost importance, but you’d rather have him take care of himself either way. You brought him tea and water, incentives to get away from his paperwork for a few minutes at a time.

Looking at your phone yet again, the clock read 21:23. Had it been up to you, you would have dragged John from his desk and into bed. While you may not have been as strong as he was physically, you would hold him down until sleep would take him. If you needed to, you would learn to tie knots as well, anything to get your boyfriend to rest. With a sigh, you turned off your phone, deciding that you, and him, had had enough for the night. Your bed may have been a bastion of comfort, but it was incomplete without him. And thus, yet again, you sought him out in the one place he could almost always be found.

You knocked on the door to his office and, to no surprise, John invited you in, not bothering to open the door himself, however.

“Evening, love. Can I help you?” It was late, he had been working since the morning. Evidently, he was tired, his speech a bit slower than usual. John even had the gall to stifle a yawn around you. Had you been stronger, you would have picked him up, thrown him over your shoulder and carried him to your shared bed. But alas he was too heavy. The sentiment was still very much there, though.

“John, don’t you think it’s time to head to bed? It’s half past nine pm already, you’ve been at this since ten am.”

Turning back to his paperwork, he tapped the pen against his papers. “Just a little bit longer, then I’ll stop for the time being.”

Those few sentences made you irrationally angry. ‘Just a little longer’, that usually meant he’d be at this for another three hours or so, which was unacceptable. You took a deep breath and gently closed the door behind you. However, you could not pretend to be calm any longer as you stomped over to John, taking his papers from him and scanning them over. “Spelling error. Spelling error. Did you doze off as you wrote this? Wrong use of ‘than’. Spelling error.” You put the papers down with force, it was a surprise none of them had flown off the desk. “John, you’re dead tired and mentally exhausted. I think it’s time you call it quits for the night.”

Putting his pen down, he sighed. “Love, it’s alright. This is important and the deadline is coming up soon enough. I can go to bed later. I’m not tired just yet either.” He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you a bit closer and resting his head against you, closing his eyes for a moment. “I’ll join you soon enough, don’t worry.”

“Stop shitting me. You’re leaving this room right now.” Grabbing his arm, you pulled him up. You had expected otherwise, but he put up no fight as you dragged him off the chair. It seemed as though not even he wanted to really work anymore this late. No one was going to burn him at the stakes for heading to bed for the night. Or stopping for any other reason. “And if you’re not tired, fine. We’ll do something else until you are tired.” What a liar. You were sure if you forced him to bed and wrapped a blanket around him he’d be gone in roughly ten minutes. Maybe even less. His eyes were only half open, and he was, yet again, stifling a yawn. “Come on, we’re heading to the living room. I have an idea for what we can do.”

For a moment he hesitated, refusing to go along with you as you were halfway through the door. John looked back at the documents on his desk, barely moving as you tried to drag him through the door. His gaze seemed almost empty as he stared off into space. He was half asleep, even while standing there. Eventually, he relented, turning off the lights and following you into the living room.

Holding onto his wrist still, you sat down on the couch, patting your lap as John simply stared at you. Raising his eyebrow, it was clear what he wanted to convey. ‘I’m too heavy for you, I won’t be sitting in your lap.’ But that wasn’t your intention either.

“Lie down, put your head on my lap.” Although he may have been a captain, he obeyed your command, no complaints from his side either. It was adorable how he looked up at you, barely conscious. You were certain he’d fall asleep eventually. However, maybe, just maybe, you could convince him to go to bed without him actually falling asleep in your lap. You wanted to sleep in your bed as well, after all. All of this could have been avoided if only he would take better care of himself. You’re going to scold him for that, but it could wait until tomorrow. For the time being you ran your fingers through his hair.

“What are we going to do now? Watch the telly?”

“Quiet, my dear. I’m thinking.” What you were about to do was kind of embarrassing. You were only really used to singing to yourself when no one was around. But you always found your voice to be quite soothing. In fact, you could sing yourself sleepy with certain songs as well. It was a blessing and a curse. You hoped you wouldn’t start yawning throughout it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as unlikely as one would think. Still, you’d give it your all. But what to sing? You wanted to go for something a bit nicer.

Eventually, you settled for a song, looking away from John for a bit before starting to play with his hair again. He never looked away from you, taking in all of your features, regardless of how many times he had seen them.

Your voice wasn’t overly loud, it wasn’t overly high pitched either as you sang. Still, you felt a bit embarrassed, avoiding John’s gaze. It seemed almost humiliating to you, singing in front of someone else after years of not doing so. But it would take John’s mind off of things, you hoped. Your little performance was nice, you could feel yourself relaxing a bit as well.

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds

Searching until my hands bleed

This flower don't belong to me

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds

Searching until my hands bleed

This flower don't belong to me

Why can't she belong to me?

Slowly, you could feel your eyes getting a bit droopy as well, a yawn coming along with the feeling. Still, you ignored such for the sake of continuing to sing. John shifted in your lap, laying down on his side as he nuzzled into your stomach. You couldn’t tell if he was actually enjoying this, anxiety building up in your chest. However, you had already started, it would be a shame to stop now.

Every word, every thought, every sound

Every touch, every smile, every frown

All the pain we've endured until now

All the hope that I lost, you have found

He wrapped his arms around your middle and sighed contently. Maybe your anxieties were unfounded after all. It wasn’t often he’d sigh like that, only when he was really comfortable. For a moment, you dared to look at him. His eyes were closed and he seemed happy.

Every word, every thought, every sound

Surrender

Every touch, every smile, every frown

Surrender

All the pain we've endured until now

Surrender

All the hope that I lost, you have found

His breathing was shallow and calm. Has he fallen asleep already? You would have preferred it if he had fallen asleep in your shared bed, but you supposed this was better than nothing. You could always just take a nap tomorrow.

I never had the nerve to ask

Surrender

Has my moment come and passed?

Surrender

I never had the nerve to ask

Surrender

Has my moment come and passed?

Surrender

I never had the nerve to ask

Surrender

Has my moment come and passed?

Surrender

I never had the nerve to ask

Your little performance was over now. You had found yourself to be quite tired yourself, but dared not to move in fear of waking John. Yet, eventually, he stirred awake, in spite of you not moving a muscle. His slumber didn’t last very long, if he had even slept in the first place.

“Beautiful, love. How come you never told me you could sing like that?”

“Well, it is a bit embarrassing. Even though I really do love singing. Anyway, go to bed, you stinker. It’s late and you’re tired.”

John sighed, but got up reluctantly. Having pulled you up with him, he linked his arm with yours. You were ready to hold him given how he swayed from left to right as he walked. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. You should sing more often. I’d love to hear you sing again sometime.”

“W-well, I’m sure that could be arranged… We’ll discuss that tomorrow. For now we’re heading to bed.”

“Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else at this hour.” What a jester. Had you not intervened then he’d still be working away at some boring papers. But you were proud of him for complying. He needed that rest, after all.

You weren’t sure how long it took for him to actually fall asleep, but you could have sworn you heard light snoring the moment he hit the bed. In fact, he wasn’t even moving anymore, it was you, who had to drape the blanket over the both of you. But you didn’t mind. With a gentle kiss to the top of John’s head, you settled down for the night yourself, nestling into the blankets and getting comfortable. Eventually, you, too, fell asleep, tired from singing the lullaby.

#cod #cod x reader #john price #john price x reader #price x reader #got a surge of writing inspiration today and decided to finally write this! I've been meaning to for a while now anyway #the song reader is singing is Surrender by Billy Talent #it's one of my favorite songs to imagine romantic things to #I think it's one of my favorite songs in general #I like to think that Price listens to that sort of music himself so he knows and likes that song as well #man when is it my turnn to finally sing my partner a nice little lullaby? singing is humiliating but oh so very nice #Originally I wanted to write this idea with Ghost but decided I'd spin the wheel and take another character and thus here's Price #I know he's the big and strong captain but the things I'd do to be able to take care of that man. Need to put his head in my lap!!#and then play with his hair until he falls asleep! and when he's completely relaxed?#I'm gonna take advantage of that and give him a kissy on his forehead #Silly little stinker! Sleepy little guy! I will make him go to bed! I can't assert dominance to save my life but trust me he'll sleep!#There's just nothing cuter than a sleepy little guy falling asleep in your arms! He needs that rest so bad!

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alicewonderao3 · 10 months

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She's more

Title: She's more

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, fem!reader, mentions of Haley and Jack.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Warnings: None, just pure tooth rotting fluff, a brief mention of Haley's death.

Summary: Aaron's driving home after dropping his girlfriend off from their date when he has a realization wash over him: he loves her.

Word count: 856

Authors note: I know I said I was going to write this and post it yesterday, but my husband and I had a very necessary date night last night, and I got sidetracked. Here it is, and the song that inspired me was "She's More," By Andy Griggs. I borrow some of the lyrics, but I don't own it. It's such a good song. I heard it and instantly thought of Aaron Hotchner. I have no beta, so all spelling and grammar mistakes are mine. Let me know what you think!!

He's driving home after dropping her off after another date, unable to get her out of her mind. He still can't believe she's with him, still can't believe how lucky he managed to get. It's funny how it happens when you least expect it. He couldn't even say he fell for her at first sight. He was still trying to recover from Haley's death, and she was there.

She hovered on the edge of his awareness, always doing sweet things for him, helping with Jack, but never pushed herself on him. She even encouraged his relationship with Beth, even if now, he realizes, she felt something for him. He'd always had this image of what kind of woman he'd end up with when he started dating again.

He likes blue eyes, but her eyes are brown. But not just brown. No, they remind him of honey, golden soft flecks in between the soft brown that seem to light up when she sees him. She isn't tall, by any stretch. He's over six feet and towers over her small five-foot frame. She's got dark wavy hair that just hits her shoulders, and it's not the long hair he thought this woman would have.

She isn't who he pictured at all, in a paint-by-number fantasy he'd had in his head. Stupid, he realizes now, but she's not at all who he thought he was looking for. She's more. It still catches him by surprise, how his heart gets lost in her deep brown eyes, how it skips a beat when she smiles at him.

The first time he looked twice at her, when he noticed those little things about her, after their first date, like how her laughter filled his soul, how he wanted to just be in her presence, how he wanted to hold her, never letting her leave the safety and comfort of his arms. When it comes to her, he can't ever get enough.

She's more than he ever dreamed of, more than he's ever deserved in his life. He couldn't ever ask for more than her, and as he pulled into his driveway, and parked his car, the realization washed over him. He loves her. He loves her. They hadn't made it that far yet, those declarations of love. But it's there, in how she leaves him notes on his fridge after she stays over, or that time he found one in his go-bag, with the faint scent of her perfume clinging to the paper.

He still has that one, tucked into his wallet, and when he's lonely on a long case, he pulls it out, that and the photo of her Jack she'd snapped one time she was hanging out with him, and their bright smiles staring up at him never fail to cheer him up.

The realization that he loves her, isn't shocking. What is shocking is how not guilty he doesn't feel. He'd always assumed that when he fell in love with another woman, he'd feel this sort of guilt, regardless of his divorce from Haley, he loved her, and when she died, he always thought that to be with someone else and love them would be hurting her, even if she would want him to move on.

He stays seated in his car, pulling his phone out as he calls her. Her soft and gentle voice comes over the phone, and it always makes him smile. He assures her that he's fine that Jack's fine, his heart skipping a beat in his chest as he prepares to tell her. He clears his throat, and tries to smother the sudden rise of nerves he feels.

His voice is soft and low, "I love you." He says, and there is this silence for a brief moment and he can't help the fresh wave of panic that starts to claw at his throat until he hears her whisper, "I love you too, Aaron." And as his heart slows down and his panic subsides, he says it again. "No, I don't think you understand, I love you. I love you more than I thought I could love anyone. I couldn't ask for anything or anyone better in my life. I love you."

He hears her sniffle, can hear the tears in her voice as she murmurs something about him being too good for her, and he chuckles, his laugh deep. "No, sweetheart," He says, and he can see the smile she's wearing even if he's not looking at her. "You're too good for me. I'm the luckiest man in the entire world, just for having the chance to love you every day, and I promise to spend every day finding new ways to tell you that."

He says goodnight to her and promises to see her tomorrow at Jack's soccer game. And as he hangs up and goes inside, he can't ever think of a moment where he's felt happier. He didn't think he'd find love after he got divorced, but he has, and he's going to hold onto it and her with both hands. He's all too aware of what can happen otherwise.

#aaron hotchner 💞#criminal minds #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #sort of a song fic #inspired by a song #aaron hotchner drabble

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