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silky-slinky · 2 years ago

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SLEEPLESS NIGHTS !

FIVE HARGREEVES X GN!READER PAIRING !

DIALOGUE PROMPT/S:

23. “Don't shut me out. Please.”

40. “I can't sleep.”

48. “I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's bothering you.”

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The world ending was too much for you. It was all too much for everyone, but nothing they haven't been through. The moment Five announced yet another problem that needed to be resolved by not only them but also by you. It was a routine, an apocalypse was bound to happen, and the umbrellas would be risking their lives to save everyones.

Although you weren't a part of the umbrellas, you were, however, friends with them. Particularly with the boy who didn't choose to have a name. A series of unfortunate events happens whenever the umbrellas are near, and you got stuck with them. Not everyone had the chance to say that they were friends with peculiar people with peculiar powers.

You had to admit, they were a mess, a chaotic mess, but you loved them equally. Some might even be more than others. The Hargreeves are what turned your life upside down, both for the better and for the worse, there's no in between. Yet you do know one thing, it's that these people have become your home.

Five was who you called the closest friend you had. Years spent being partners while killing people was an unusual way of becoming close with a person. He knew you like the back of his hand. He'd know whenever your mood would shift, from your posture to the rhythm of your breathing. He knew everything. The same goes for you, the only person he allowed to get close to him.

Behind Five's cold and mean demeanor, he was caring, still arrogant, but caring. He had his way of showing his love to his siblings, and of course, to you. He was different in every possible way.

The journey you went through in the 1960s made you realize things. It made you realize how much Five meant to you, how much you missed him throughout those years, and how much you truly pushed away your feelings, trying to deny them. You spent countless sleepless nights pondering about whether he was alive or not. Thinking about when you'd get the chance to see him again.

You got used to the permanent scowl on his face, his witty comebacks whenever you're playfully bantering with each other, and for that to leave you, made you a wreck.

“Klaus! Slow down. What are we even here for? We don't need a TV at the moment.”

Referring to the large letters that decorated the building. He simply giggles at what you said. His right hand intertwined tightly with your left hand, guiding you along toward the inside of the store. His free hand pushes open one of the glass doors, stopping by at the side to let you through.

You looked back at them, an annoyed expression on your face while an excited one decorated them as their eyes looked over to the second floor of the store, then back to you, as if gesturing that you should look as well. You raised an eyebrow at them, then looked to wherever his eyes were situated on.

Once your gaze met the others on the second floor, a hand went up to your mouth in shock. There they were, the people you called your own family, very much alive. Each of them delivered you a wave, a wide smile on their face. Yet you can't help but notice that someone was missing.

“Hello, Y/n.” Five calls out from below the stairs, and you rolled your eyes in annoyance at the dramatic entrance he had to have. The tears threatened to slip free from your eyes, slowly walking up to him.

The years you've spent wondering if he was alive built up, overwhelming your emotions. All the years you've spent wondering if they were all alive. As silly as it sounds, you were stuck with Klaus, joining along with him and his cult. You've spent your time in Dallas, Texas having fun with Klaus and his following. So many people around you at all times, but none of them compared to Five.

Five's arms wrapped around your body, engulfing you in a tight hug and you let your tears flow freely.

“Who are they?” Viktor whispers to Allison who was beside him, Diego and Luther joining in on the conversation as they watched the incredibly long hug Five gave you.

“They're Five's friend from work.” Allison answers for everyone.

“Sure doesn't look like they're just friends though.” Viktor commented.

“Yeah, they're both in denial.” Diego replies.

You could hear the soft whispering they did, but not enough to understand what they were saying. Finally, Five pulled away, his hands cupping your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away your tears that kept flowing. You leaned more into his touch, you've missed his warmth, you've missed his gentle touches, you've missed him.

“I missed you, Five.”

“I know you did.”

The sole of your soft slippers came in contact with the dirty carpet of the hotel you slept in along with the others as you made your way to the lobby. It was strange for you to roam around at night in a hotel full of people you didn't know. You couldn't sleep well tonight, the feeling of yet another apocalypse following you and the others made you uneasy.

You scanned the well-lit lobby, your eyes stopping at one of the sofas, figuring that it was the best place where you'd be able to sit. The lobby was occupied by a few people in their pajamas, some in their casual attire, figuring that they were just checking in.

You made your way to the long sofa, plopping your body down comfortably, watching the ceiling, thinking about everything. Just then, Five was making his way to the lobby. He didn't know what had happened to him to even think that he needed to go there, but he knew he had to.

The moment he stepped out of the elevator, his eyes were immediately drawn to your frame. He sighed in irritation, you could be a handful if you wanted to.

Footsteps slowly approaching you made your body shift, now sitting up, contrary to your position earlier. Your gaze met his, both hands in his pockets as he looked at you, anticipating an explanation as to why you were here and not inside the comfort of your room.

“I can't sleep.” You shrugged your shoulders in response to his stare. You patted the spot next to you, inviting him to sit down.

He gladly sat down next to you, being as close as possible. “How come?” He asks in a gentle tone, careful not to upset you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, something you always did to him, something he always allowed. Your hands took one of his, playing with his fingertips anxiously. Despite being close with Five, you pushed him away often whenever you had a problem.

“Nothing.” Of course, it wasn't nothing. Five knew that.

“Tell me.” His tone was tougher compared to what he had earlier. He was sick of being pushed away by you.

“I told you, it's nothing.” Not once stopping from playing with his fingers.

“You're doing it again.” He held your hand in place, stopping you from playing with his fingers.

“Doing what?” Of course, you knew what you were doing. Five knew that.

You pushed your head off his shoulder to look him in the eye. “Shutting me out.” Five replied, an annoyed expression now on his face. You simply ignored him, looking anywhere but him.

He sighed once more, taking your chin in his hand as he made you look at him. “Don't shut me out. Please.” His voice was a mere whisper, his tone gentle and soft, as if he was afraid you were a china doll that was about to break.

“I'm not shutting you out.” Your face was close to Five's, feeling his warm breath tickling your skin as your eyes danced along his facial features, taking time to study them all.

“Yes, you are, Y/n.” He coughed awkwardly, pulling away from the close proximity you both once had. “I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's bothering you.”

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holobandit · 3 years ago

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Howdy Neighbor!

Chapter 8: Welcome to The State Fair of Texas

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Agent Whiskey | Jack Daniels/AFAB!Reader

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Warnings: No use of Y/N, Legal Age Gap, Food Mention, Kissing, Touching

Summary: The day has finally arrived. You and Whiskey make your way to your date at the Texas State Fair.

Friday couldn’t come sooner. You and Whiskey texted back and forth leading up to the day. You two were joking and telling stories through text. You even called him every night. He enjoyed hearing your voice. The way you would get excited about talking about the little things. Whiskey would smile and be in disbelief in how you’re in his life. You would always melt whenever he called you ‘darlin’’. Just something about how it rolled off his tongue always got you rubbing your thighs together.

Friday finally came and you were up two hours before he got to your house. You made sure to wear something that Whiskey would be fawning over you. Before you knew it, you heard a knock on your front door. You rushed downstairs and opened the door to find Whiskey in his normal white t-shirt, jeans, boots, and leather jacket attire. In his hand was a brown paper bag.

“Good mornin’, Sugar!” Whiskey beamed, “I know it’s early so I thought I’d might get you some breakfast. They’re donut holes, hope you don’t mind.”

You grabbed the brown bag and saw the glazed donut holes. Your stomach growled, making Whiskey chuckle.

“Guess you don’t mind then.” Whiskey put his arm around you and pulled you out, “Now, you can eat em’ while we’re on the road. Don’t wanna be late.”

You follow Whiskey to his bronco. He opened the passenger door for you, and you jumped in. Whiskey got in and started up his bronco. You two were off. It wasn’t long until you hit the highway. It was mostly farmland the first couple of hours. You knew you were close once you hit traffic. It added more time to your trip, but it didn’t matter to you. You were just happy you were spending another day with Whiskey. He would occasionally sing along with the radio. He was off key most of the time, well, all the time. His attempts to hit the high notes made you giggle. That would pull a smile from him, and God, you loved his smile. It makes you melt every time.

You finally got to Dallas, well at least the Dallas traffic. You at least got to see the skyline of the city for a while. It was nothing like the cities up north. It’s smaller, more compact. As you pull up to the parking lot, you see in the distance, what looks like, a giant cowboy. You two exit the bronco and walk towards the gate. Whiskey buys some tickets for the rides and you two walk into the fair.

You two are greeted by the giant cowboy. Its boots were a collage of what makes Texas special. As you look up at the cowboy, you see it’s permanently in a greeting stance.

The mouth slowly drops down and up, “Howdy, folks!”

You are slightly put off by the giant, robot cowboy. Whiskey notices how you’re frozen and laughs. It brings you out of your daze. You lightly punch him on the shoulder.

Whiskey puts his hands up, “Alright, aright, just didn’t expect Big Tex to get you speechless.”

“Big Tex?” You raised an eyebrow, “That’s its name? I should have guessed.”

“He’s the mascot of the fair. Little kids love him. Now, let’s get us some corn dogs.”

Whiskey took your hand, and you two went to the corn dog booth. Whiskey paid for it, even when you objected. You saw this argument going nowhere, so you let him. He picked up the two large corn dogs with ketchup on them and handed one to you. You took a bite, and the taste was amazing. You notice the tiny bites that Whiskey was taking. You realized that he was doing it, so it didn’t look like he was deepthroating the corn dog. You let out a small giggle and Whiskey smirked.

“You don’t hide it, do you, Darlin’?” Whiskey cocked an eyebrow, “You just dive right in.”

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks. You realize what he was insinuating. You didn’t really know what to say in response. Whiskey was still smirking as you ate your corn dog.

The two of you eventually finished the corn dog and went around to the shops first. They were all local vendors. From local artists to big named western wear, all of it was in the shopping area. You found a little shop off to the side with an elderly woman running the shop. She was selling little glass figurines, all themed to the fair or to Texas in some way. Your eye was caught on a little figurine of a horse. It was trying to buck the cowboy off it’s back. The sunlight hit the figurine just right to where it shined. Whiskey came up behind you and held your hip.

“Now ain’t that a beauty.” Whiskey leaned in to where his lips were barely touching your ear, “Not as pretty as you. You shine like the sun during a hot Texas summer.”

You felt your cheeks warm up. Whiskey leaned back and slightly squeezed your hip. He was debating to kiss you, but he didn’t. He doesn’t think this is the right place for it.

Whiskey picked up the figurine, breaking eye contact with you, “You want this, Darlin’?”

“Yeah! Let me pay-“ You were cut off by Whiskey.

“Now, that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly-like for me to let you do that. I’m paying for this date, so let me treat ya.”

You sighed, but a soft smile appeared on your face as you two walked over to the elderly lady. She was very sweet and complimented your outfit. Whiskey handed the lady some cash. She wrapped the glass figurine then placed it in a brown paper bag with her store name on it. Whiskey thanked the lady as he grabbed the bag and extended his arm for you to hook around on. You happily accepted and you two were off.

You went to a few more stores. Whiskey had to stop in the western wear area. You helped him pick out a new belt buckle. It wasn’t flashy but had a more toned look. There was a gold star in the middle of the buckle. It was surrounded by a flowy, feathery design. Then around that design was barbed wire. Whiskey’s eyes lit up when you found that belt buckle. He ran his fingers across the design, taking it in. A soft smile appeared on his face.

“I really like this one!” Whiskey beamed, “You sure do have an eye for the pretty things.”

“I know.” You smirk.

You see Whiskey fumble to say something flirty back. He’s speechless right now. You pull him to the cashier and pay for the belt buckle. You two walk a bit more in the shopping area but find nothing. Whiskey linked his fingers with yours. He pulls your hand up and lays a soft kiss on the top of your hand. His lips were soft on your skin. You look away, so that he doesn’t see the blood rush to your face. It was so much; people could probably notice it miles away.

You two walk to the fair game area. The small tickets he bought came in handy here. Right as you entered the area, there was a man dressed up as a barker. However, he was missing his lower half and his upper half was on a pole. He had a cane in hand, pointing at the crowd gathering around him. He was telling jokes and making fun of some of the fair goers.

The barker points at Whiskey, “Little Tex is that you?”

Whiskey lets out a deep laugh. You giggle along as he pulls you close. You two walk into the fair game area. You immediately went to the Milk Bottle Toss. Whiskey set down a small ticket and the carnie placed the balls in front of him. First throw only hit the top two rows off. Second throw got the rest of the bottles off the stand.

“Pick out a prize, Darlin’.” Whiskey winked at you.

You look up to the big prizes that were hanging up. You saw a large plush of a longhorn and picked that. It even had a little cowboy hat on its head. The carnie got the plush down and handed it to you. You looked at the plush one last time before you squeezed it into your chest.

Whiskey pulled you along to the next game, ring toss. He tried his best but couldn’t get a single ring to land on the bottle. He huffed and pulled you to a basketball game. You decided you would try your hand at it. You get the basketball and throw it. It hit the backboard and went in. You did this two more times and got yourself another prize. This time it was a little plush of Big Tex.

You two then went on some of the rides that were there. There were simple roller coasters, log flume, and even a skyway. As you rode the rides, the sky began to darken. The fairgrounds began to light up in all different colors. Whiskey only had two more tickets left after the rides. That’s when Whiskey grabbed your hand and led you through the crowd again.

Whiskey had taken you to the giant Ferris wheel. It had “Texas Star” wrapping the middle of it. It was lit up in an array of blues. Whiskey gave the last two tickets to the carnie and went into the carriage on the Ferris wheel. You two were strapped in. You then began to ascend, stopping every so often. You watched as the ground became farther and farther away from you. The lights below you shined, creating a rainbow of colors.

As you two reached the top, you stopped. You could see the surrounding fairgrounds. You could even see out to the parking lots. You looked over at Whiskey about to say something about the view, but his eyes stopped you. His eyes reflected the lights of the Ferris wheel, making his brown eyes shine. He slowly reached a hand to your face.

“Can I touch you, Darlin’?” Whiskey’s eyes soften.

You nod your head yes and Whiskey cups your cheek. He runs his fingers along your jaw. His tough skin made a shiver go up your spine. It was like this for a few minutes, him just holding you. You slowly began to lean into his space.

“Can I kiss those beautiful lips of yours?” Whiskey smirks.

“Y-Yes.” You breathe out.

Whiskey closed the gap between you two. His lips were soft, and his movements were slow. He was drinking you up. Whiskey then moved his free hand down to your waist and squeezed. You moan and he uses that to force his tongue in. You could taste the faintest hint of whiskey on his tongue. It drove you mad. Whiskey pulled back and held your face, smiling.

“Can’t believe you walked into my life,” Whiskey leaned his forehead against yours, “You’re just what I needed.”

“Jack…” You shook.

Whiskey hushed you, “Just let me kiss you. Don’t want this to end.”

You two kissed until you got back down on the ground. Whiskey helped you out, making sure to gently lift you up. He gathered your things and you two were off. You leaned on Whiskey on the walk back to the bronco. He wrapped his free hand around your waist, occasionally drifting upward to draw small circles on your back.

Whiskey kissed your temple then leaned down to your year, “Ya know, we’re the prettiest couple here.”

You giggle as you two finally made it back to the bronco. He set the prizes and other items in the back and helped you in. He hopped in and you two were off. You couldn’t stay awake long. Whiskey’s side just seemed so enticing. As you leaned into him, Whiskey wrapped his right hand around you, pulling you closer. Whiskey couldn’t believe this was happening. He had dreamed of this moment for sure, but it was finally happening. He would occasionally drift his eyes down to make sure you were still asleep. He would smile, loving the way you look so peaceful leaning onto him. He would occasionally kiss your temple and that would make you snuggle closer to him.

It was midnight when you two got to your house. Whiskey stopped in the front and gently shook you. You slowly open your eyes to see Whiskey smiling.

“Hey, Sugar,” Whiskey ran his thumb across your cheek, “You’re home.”

“Mhm,” You yawn, “Don’t wanna leave you.”

“We can meet again soon. You need to get your beauty sleep.”

You nod your head as you get out of the car. Whiskey grabbed your things and walked you to the door. He handed you your things and kissed you goodnight. You wanted him to come up to your room, but it wasn’t the right time. You wanted it to be special. He walked back to his bronco and blew a kiss at you before he drove away.

You walked up to your bedroom and placed the prizes and gift down on your desk. You managed to throw your pants off and flopped onto the bed. The scent of Whiskey still lingered on you as you drift away.

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queridopascal · 4 years ago

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4&7 w javier peña please 🙈

Hello anon and thank you so much for this request, hope you enjoy it 💞

The Reception (Javier Peña x F! Reader)

4. Kissing in the rain and getting soaked before running inside laughing

7. “Good morning, beautiful/handsome”

Warning: vague reference to sexy times, nothing explicit

Prompts taken from this list

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Politicians, policemen, ambassadors and patrons mingle in every corner of the palace, glasses of Champagne in one hand and cigars in the other.

The reception organized by Gaviria was in full swing and, clearly, an event you wouldn’t want to miss.

You scan the crowd in search of a familiar face, until a warm hand settles on the small of your back.

“Looks like you made it.” his unmistakable scent pierces your nostrils, and you turn towards Javier with a surprised expression.

He takes two glasses of Champagne from one of the trays, handing one to you. You accept it graciously and your skin tingles when your fingers lightly brush against his.

“I didn’t think I’d find you here.” you take a sip of the expensive wine and move to a secluded area of the room.

“Why?” Javier cocks and eyebrow at you and leans against the wall, placing his now empty glass on the windowsill.

“Well, you hate kissing people’s asses, so...” you shrug your shoulders and play with the stem of your glass and he shakes his head with a grin.

“You know me well.” he lets out a small laugh “But as much as I hate things like these, sometimes I have to pretend and show up.” he sighs and adjusts the collar of his shirt.

A few moments later, the Ambassador approaches you both and leads you to the other side of the room where he introduces you to a small group of colombian entrepreneurs who want to invest in the US.

You listen to the conversation and are pleasantly surprised when Javier jumps into it once the topic switches to some oil companies based in Texas.

“Es una buena inversión.” (“It’s a sound investment”) he nods as he keeps on talking with a certain Miguel Veléz, one of Bogotà’s most important businessmen who is interested in buying a small oil company in Dallas.

Suddenly, Veléz excuses himself and the conversation dies down quickly, leaving you and Javier alone.

“I bet the Ambassador is very impressed by your conversational skills.” you take an appetizer from the buffet and Javier glances at you.

“You think that’s what I’m thinking about right now?” he asks you and crosses his arms.

“No? Then what is it?”

Javier ducks his head and you can feel his warm breath on your neck as he places one hand on the small of your back and the other on your hip.

“I think we should get out of here.” he whispers in your ear in a low voice, making your knees weak.

He pulls back to look at you with darkened eyes and you stare at his lips, wanting him desperately.

With a silent agreement, you let him guide you through the crowds gathered in the palace until you reach the exit and make your way towards his car.

The ride is silent, made of quick glances, small touches and filled with anticipation.

Javier pulls up outside of your complex and you both get out of the car as rain starts to fall. Cold drops cover your bare shoulders and you laugh when the light drizzle suddenly transforms into a downpour.

You throw your head back, arms open as you let the raindrops soak your hair and dot your face.

“You’re enjoying this querida, aren’t you?”

You look at Javier, who’s standing under the small canopy, and he offers you his hand with a smile.

You walk up to him and grab his hand, pulling him towards you under the pouring rain. He laughs at your playfulness and you’ve never seen him laugh like that, so happy and carefree.

His fingers reach for your forehead to brush away the damp hair and you surge forward without hesitation, pressing your lips to his. His hands come down to cup your cheeks and he kisses you back with abandon, slow at first, before deepening it as you melt against him.

Your hands come to rest on his soaked jacket and you pull him closer, sliding one hand upwards and resting it at the back of his head, tugging at his wet curls. He sighs contentedly and your lips curl up in a smile as you slowly pull away.

"Let's get inside, shall we?" you nod towards the building and you both laugh as you sprint across the road and finally enter the complex.

Once you get into your apartment, Javier helps you out of your soaked clothes and you do the same, piling them up right next to the door.

You kiss again, this time with more passion and lust, and you walk him backwards until the back of his knees touch the sofa. He sits down and takes you with him, letting you sit on his lap as he presses kisses along your jaw and neck, making you moan his name.

"Tell me what you need, mi corazón." he mumbles against your skin and you turn your head to nuzzle his cheek.

"You, Javi. I need you." you whisper and he captures your lips once again.

The kiss is needy and bruising, your lips are red and swollen once you part, but you can't get enough of him.

Javier makes you feel like never before, the pouring rain muffles your moans as your bodies join under the sheets and you're unsure where he ends and you begin as he makes love to you.

The night turns into day and you wake up, slowly opening your eyes only to find Javier staring at you.

"Good morning beautiful." he whispers softly as his brown eyes get lost in yours.

You caress his cheek and lift your head to press a chaste kiss on his lips. When you pull away, his eyes remain closed for a brief moment, and you smile, knowing that you have him now and you'll have him forever.

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conchshell · 4 years ago

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Five, but whenever he’s extremely stressed or happy, some of his fingers start sporadically glowing blue.

He gets embarrassed as a kid when it happens so he trains himself not to do it until the Apocalypse came. So for most of his life when he thinks of fond memories or imagines something happy, his fingers glow a dull transparent blue.

- 🐐

The idea that it happens when he’s happy is honestly the cutest thing! I mean I really should be getting on my with Uni work, but I couldn't help myself...

- - - - - Five wasn’t quite sure what he expected when they arrived safely back in 2019, but a hug definitely was at the bottom of his list.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice muffled from the way his face was squished against Allison’s shoulder. He felt her chuckle, before she pulled back to give him a look of faint amusement.

“It’s called a hug.” She said, tugging him back into her embrace.

“I know that, but why?”

“Just a little thank you for getting us back home safely.”

“I said I would, I’m not one to turn back on my word.”

“Just accept it, you idiot.” She squeezed him tighter, and Five awkwardly placed his hands on her back, returning the hug. Contact was still something he was getting used to, and he’d never been a particularly touchy person to begin with, but he had to admit that it was rather nice.

“You’re welcome,” He mumbled, swallowing thickly and hating the way his eyes were prickling slightly. She pressed a kiss to the top of his hair before she released him from her grip, a fond smile on her lips.

“Yeah without you we’d probably be dead in a ditch somewhere,” Klaus commented. “Or permanently stuck in Dallas, I mean don’t get me wrong I liked the warmth, but the sunshine was doing a number on my skin. Did you know that it’s the primary reason for premature ageing?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m going to prematurely age with having to deal with you idiots.” Five mumbled, sweeping his gaze around the room.

“What was that?” Allison queried, eyebrows raised.

“Nothing.” He said swiftly.

He couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when everything in the house seemed in order. Of course, he knew that it was naive to become complacent, he’d discovered that the hard way when he believed that the death of Harold signalled that the apocalypse had been prevented.

But he was back home. They were back home.

They were safe, and that was all that mattered.

"I still want to do a sweep of the house before we get too comfortable. Just to make sure everything is in order." He said absentmindedly. And he needed to sort out the throbbing wound on his scalp too, Lila had really done a number with that frying pan.

"You can relax you know," Diego spoke up. "It wouldn't kill you to kick back and have a drink."

"Diego!" Allison chastised.

"What?" Diego snorted, "He's officially 58, let the man drink."

"It'll stunt his growth."

"I mean I met the older Five and he was a pretty short guy, so I don't think that's anything to worry about," Luther remarked, glancing between Allison and Diego nervously, obviously in fear of yet another family discussion turning into another argument.

"Technically he was fourteen days younger." Five reminded him, and then added as an afterthought, "And I was living off rotten Twinkies and roaches, not many nutrients in there for growing. And everyone is short compared to you.”

"Well whatever, I'm going to raid the old man’s drink cupboard, and you're all free to join me." Diego grinned. “Klaus?”

“Not for me mein bruder, I’m trying to avoid the stuff. Although I’d happily kill for some waffles,” He shot them all a wink and gestured behind him with an exaggerated and broad sweep of his hand. “What do you guys say to Griddy’s, huh? Waffles and soda, just like old times.”

“Can we go to that bistro place instead? They do nice baguettes,” Vanya commented.

“Okay then, let’s vote on it, who wants to go where? Allison?” He pointed at her.

“The bistro place sounds nice. Although I want to call Claire before we go.”

“Okie dokie. Luther?”

“Griddy’s for me.” He said, giving Allison and Vanya an apologetic look.

“Diego?”

“Bistro. They do a low-calorie tuna and egg salad.”

“Sounds gross but okay.” Klaus wrinkled his nose up in disgust, before turning to him. “Five? You’re our deciding vote. Choose Griddy’s, you know you want to.”

“I can’t believe we’ve finally got back home and all you can think about is your stomach. Typical.” He remarked, rolling his eyes so hard that he could practically see the inside of his skull.

“Bro, the last thing I had to eat was a questionable lunchmeat sandwich I found in Elliott’s refrigerator. You don’t understand how hungry I am.”

“Typical.” He repeated with a hiss. “You’re all idiots, I hate you.”

“You don’t mean that, you love us,” Klaus sang, a smile spreading across his face.

“What?!” Five spluttered, shooting him a sour look. “That’s absurd, I feel like I’m having to herd cats whenever I'm dealing with you all.”

“Well, those little glowsticks say otherwise, Fivey.”

Five looked down at his hands and blinked dumbly as he comprehended the sight. His fingers were blue, a kind of faint haze of cerulean that grew more intense as it progressed along the length of his fingers and towards the tips. And once his brain had caught up, he immediately stuffed his hands into the pockets of his shorts.

“Damn, I forgot about that. It only happens when you’re happy, right?” Luther said, shock and curiosity written across his face. “I think I remember that happening a few times when we were kids, wasn’t one time our ninth birthday?”

“Eighth,” Vanya corrected quietly. “Mom got him a kit to make your own solar system, and they glowed so blue it was almost blinding.”

“That didn’t happen.” He spat.

“It did, I wrote about it in my book. The other time was when-”

“Yeah, okay, we get the picture.” He narrowed his eyes at her. He was happy that timid little Vanya had grown more confident, although he never anticipated that she would use it against him. And from the hint of a smile he could see on her face, she was enjoying his discomfort as well. “I think you’re misremembering those events. And you’re wrong, they weren’t glowing.”

“We literally just saw it happen bro,” Diego said, the others nodding with agreement at his statement.

“They didn’t glow, I’m just...” He frantically wracked his brain, “Cold.”

“Cold?” Allison repeated with thinly veiled scepticism.

“Yes, cold.”

“This time of year?” Luther added.

“It’s a drafty house,” He bit back, curling his hands into fists and willing them to return back to normal. “Now if you don't mind, I’m going to check the house over, and then we can go for food. I vote for Griddy’s by the way.”

“Yes!” Klaus grinned, punching the air. “And of course, we all know that your fingers were blue because you’re cold, it’s not like they were glowing because you’re happy we’re home and that you love it.”

“Love is a strong word.” He muttered as he strode off into the sitting room, ignoring the other’s giggling behind him. He stood for a few moments in front of the fireplace, staring up at that hideous portrait of himself hanging on the wall. The room was exactly how they’d left it, and the sight made his heart clench with something he hadn’t felt in quite a number of years.

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and unfurled his fingers, gazing at the vibrant cobalt swirling around his fingertips and sparkling like sunlight upon polished glass.

Behind him, he could hear the sounds of talking filtering from the hallway into the room. Klaus said something, which caused the others to dissolve into laughter. And then he could hear the rhythmic tapping of Allison’s shoes as she walked off somewhere, no doubt in search of a telephone to call her daughter.

Happiness. This was what the emotion was. Maybe they were right, that he was happy.

It had been so long since he’d felt such joy, and if he was being honest, he’d forgotten what it felt like. But standing here, in his family home with the air permeated by the laughter of his siblings, he couldn’t feel anything else.

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The Struggle of Loving You - Chapter 26

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I laid awake, slowly getting over what was my boyfriend. I had been working at the BAU for three months and it was painful everyday. Eventually

That's what I told myself day after day... eventually the pain would subside and I could at least have him as a friend. Regardless of what happened between us I still wanted him in my life. To be there for me, though we couldn't be a couple.

It still felt raw, the breakup. Seeing him everyday and watching him push through the sadness behind his eyes was in itself painful.

I didn't want to see him hurt...

Aside from that fact the team and I seemed to get along. Garcia and Emily took me for drinks and the occasional team outing. Aaro-- Hotch never really came to those most likely because I was always there. That's how Hotch was though, how he grieved... alone.

And he was grieving, so was I but I needed to keep the appearance that nothing was wrong, Hotch was always like this, strictly work and barely hanging out.

With a team of profilers you would think they knew there was something between Hotch and I.

While I was in my mind I didn't hear the door knock. Dragging myself out of bed, I walked down the hallway and Emily stood in the doorway holding a coffee out for me. "Brought you this."

Though they never brought it up, never mentioning it.

Hotch and I would keep it professional on the few cases we had within the month I was at the unit. Not causing a scene, he never treated me differently. Not giving me special privilege's or being too harsh... just normal, I was just another member.

"Thanks... it's a little early don't you think." Emily walked in and I shut the door behind her. "You weren't sleeping."

"Are you going to continue or do I have to force it out of you." I took a sip of the drink in my hand.

"True but why aren't you." She laughed and looked down. "Spent the night with someone and I didn't feel like going home yet." I raised my eyebrows going to sit on the couch.

Emily followed and sat across from me, both of us swinging our legs on the cushions, getting more comfortable.

He did only because Rossi was hounding him about being social.

"His name was Derek and I met him last night at the bar. You could've gotten some too but you refused to go out with us." I glanced down and avoided her eyes.

I hadn't gone out because I knew Hotch was going to be there, the first time in three months.

I didn't need Emily or Garcia to try make me hook up with someone else. I didn't want Hotch to see that, it would be like rubbing salt in an open wound for both of us.

"Why'd you stay home anyways? Already getting tired of us." She teased.

"Yeah... that's not the reason, I just wasn't feeling it last night." She scoffed seeing past my very obvious lie. Ignoring it though knowing there was a good or decent reason I didn't tell her the truth.

Emily switched the conversation, "How are you and Hotch?" I put my head on the cushion behind me and took a second to answer. Shrugging my shoulders I answered, "Fine."

She took a sip on her coffee, "I'm only asking because he was a bit of a hard ass when I first joined. Figured he'd be giving you a tough time as well."

I let out a small oh and we talked for the next hour. She told me that I needed to meet JJ and one day we'd all go out and have some fun. For the way Emily described her she seemed like a good person, I wished I could've met her.

Interrupting our conversation both our phones went off, "Of course." We both grounded out and checking our phones.

"There goes our day off." Flipping it over I saw the notification, we had a case. "I'll need to set that up though, I'd be nice having the whole team together."

Emily said while standing up and going to the door. We said bye and I closed it behind her, walking back into my room I sat on the side of the bed.

Hotches cologne was so faint, it was almost completely gone. Averting my eyes from his section of the bed I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth.

Putting on some light grey pants and a white dress shirt. I was ready in half an hour, on my way out I turned off the lights and grabbed the remaining coffee Emily bought me. Although it was now cold.

Pulling into the parking lot I made my way down the side walk. Going into the lobby I decided on taking the stairs to the bullpen.

"Y/n", Garcia called out and opened the glass doors for me. She held it for me, she was holding the file in her hands, "How was your morning?"

I let out a sigh and put on a smile, "It was good, Emily bought me this." I raised the almost empty cup.

I found myself dreading work, I loved my job and I was grateful for it but being around him. I saw him looking at me through the window of his office while Garcia and I went into the round table room. He took that and continued on, getting himself up and following us.

Taking a seat on the other end of the table, Hotch walked in. I didn't look at him but I could feel his gaze lingering on me. What I looked up he turned his eyes to the file in front of him.

Emily walked in after Hotch and Morgan joined her. "What's going on mama?", I glanced and smiled at Morgan as he took the seat next to me.

We never worked together, he never had me with him ever. I was always paired with everyone else, and the team wasn't blind to it. They thought he hated me and wanted to get rid of me.

Obviously I knew that wasn't true but that didn't stop those thoughts from entering my mind.

"Nothing, just tired." He nodded and we all waited for Garcia to start. With Hotches okay Pen continued.

"Alright my lovely's, even though it was our day off that doesn't stop the cases as we all know."

"Garcia...", Hotch said raising his eyebrows.

"Sorry sir... we are wanted in Dallas, Texas. There were kidnappings throughout the last two weeks and this unsubs victims are children 9 - 12. Never staying longer than 24 hours the children's bodies all turned up the next day in the woods tied to the trees. There was a reported kidnapping 3 hours ago and obviously because of the other kids they didn't want to wait so... yeah."

"If I could have your attention you can see what he does to them and..." Garcia cringed as the image flipped onto the screen and she looked away from the tv.

It was a little girl tied up with what looked to be nylon rope. There were holes in her chest and around her body. Bruises up and down her torso and legs... she had been beaten.

"Let's go", Hotch took a few more seconds of looking over the file and he closed it, standing up going to his office. I watched as he walked away, looking as his body turned the corner of his office.

"Nice view?", Emily came up behind me taking notice of what had my attention.

"What?"

"You think we didn't notice you staring at Hotch, specifically him walking away."

I scoffed and let out a nervous laugh, "I don't know what you're talking about."

I went out to my desk and got ready, grabbing my bag. Everyone was ready to leave, the jet was leaving in an hour.

When I did decided to leave the car I saw his form in front of me. Hotch noticed I was behind him, on the way up the stairs into the jet he held out a hand helping me on. "Thank you", I mumbled and sat in the back by myself.

I rode with Morgan and Reid over to the strip, they kept their comments to themselves about what they thought was going on with Hotch and I.

When we got there they exited the car and went straight to their seats while I stayed in the car for a little while longer on my phone.

While I was walking away I heard a faint 'you're welcome'. He joined the others in the center, Rossi being the last on on we were ready to leave.

Four hours later Hotch spoke, "Alright let's get started."

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criminalmindsmad · 5 years ago

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Are you finished?

This one is SO long (3400 words long lol), and I must’ve been real moody when I wrote this but please don’t be mad at me! I’ve merged 2 requests together because they may have been very similar had I not! Let me know what you think! Leave any comments in replies or in the tags if you reblog ❤️- Ash x

Requests:

-Something angsty for hotch, i know this is very broad but idm what you choose to do with it since all of your stories are amazing!!

-Can I request a Hotch x reader where they’re close/kinda flirty and work well together but then Hotch is suddenly really cold to her because he realised he has feelings for her and he’s forced to talk about it when they have to share a hotel room?

“Oh hey! Aaron!” you shouted across the precinct realising there were about 7 cops looking at you. You cleared your throat “Agent Hotchner. May I see you in the conference room for a second.”

He looked at you and cocked his eyebrow, he could tell by the look in your eyes you were up to something and as much as he loved it now was not the time. “Is it important Y/N?” you couldn’t stop your cheeky smile forming on your face, it couldn’t be less important if you were honest, but you nodded anyway. Hotch gave in and walked over to you and into the conference room. “What is it Y/N?” he tried to be serious but he couldn’t help but smile a little. You paused briefly wiping the smile off your face, looking out of the window for dramatic affect.

“Your butt looks good today” you looked back over to him and he just shook his head, let out a little giggle and left. You quickly followed him.

Over the course of the case you two were your usual selves, talking about everything and nothing in between bouts of case work, gently touching one another whenever you got the chance, catching the other staring and making fun of them. You and Hotch were best friends, anyone in the world could see how close you were. Which was…great…probably…you had resigned yourself to being best friends aware that being anything more was just completely off the table.

A major storm had hit the night you’d caught your unsub, grounding the jet and leaving the BAU stuck in Dallas with nothing to do. Most of the team had taken the opportunity to get some sleep retiring up to their hotel rooms one by one. You’d decided to stay at the bar for a little while and treat yourself to a glass or two of wine, things had been a little dicey on this case and you felt like you needed it.

As you sipped at your wine and watched the rain splash against the window a warm hand pressed itself against the small of your back. You flinched at the touch and turned to face them, grabbing their wrist as you did so and yanking it away from your body.

“Hey that’s not very polite!” Some smarmy guy in a business suit smirked in your direction as he put his hand up in defence.

“Neither is touching someone without their consent.” You released his hand and shoved it away.

“Look you don’t need to be a bitch, I was just trying to be nice!” He got up in your face, trying to intimidate you “Jeez you’re not even that pretty anyway!”

“Hey back off!” Aaron had emerged from behind him and began bounding over towards the pair of you. You smirked at him as you grabbed the guy harassing you and pushed his face into the surface of the bar, not spilling a drop of your wine.

“If you think I was being a bitch then…you must think I’m a colossal bitch now! Ha!” You picked him up and shoved him away from you, Aaron caught him as he flew towards the door.

“I think you owe my friend an apology.” The guy looked at you once again and shook his head.

“Let him go Aaron, he’s not worth it.” You nodded to him as he let go of the man and walked over to you.

“You ok?” He put his hand on your arm and looked down at you. You smiled back and bought him in for a hug.

“Yeah, much better thank you"

That night you two spent hours talking, moving up to your hotel room at around 3am.

“Look I just think if the toys in Toy story come to life because kids love them then of COURSE food is alive because we’ve all seen kids eat chicken nuggets!” You both laughed as you sat back down from your rant, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him.

“Your brain is both amazing and stupid!” He laughed and leaned towards you, stopping both of your laughter in its tracks. Suddenly it felt like there was a rope wrapped around you both, pulling you together. Like the world moved in slow motion as your bodies moved closer, your eyes locked on his as you pressed your mouth against his. He returned your kiss moving his hand to your hair and holding your face against his. And then as suddenly as your lips met, your lips parted and Aaron moved away from you “Y/N! This is highly unprofessional” you looked at him with stunned eyes, your mouth hanging open in shock.

“What?” You could feel the tears prickling at your eyelids as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Aaron?"

"This should not have happened. This was clearly a moment of weakness on both of our parts.” You stood up and walked towards him, holding you hand out.

“Aaron can we talk ab…”

“No” he pushed your hand away “I won’t have to take any professional actions against you however we are not to talk about this with each other or our colleagues again, is that clear.” You nodded. Silently willing yourself not to cry. “Goodnight Agent Y/L/N.” and with that he left, leaving you in the dark of your hotel room.

You didn’t sleep at all that night. Instead sat tormenting yourself over what had happened, figuring out what signs you misread and at some point you questioned if it ever happened at all.

Morning arrived and you slumped down in the lobby waiting for your team. As you glanced around to check if anyone had arrived before you, you noticed the guy from the bar last night staring at you from reception. You pulled your sunglasses down and tried to ignore his existence.

“Hey, where’s your boyfriend?” The man wandered over a cocky expression plastered on his face “wouldn’t put out for him either?”

"Wow… I would almost have forgiven you for being a drunk asshole but I guess you’re just a regular asshole huh.”

“Listen bitch I know the sheriff. I can do whatever I want right now and you’re heading straight to county!” He tried to get up in your face. Standing up you met his eye level and tried desperately to wipe the smile off of your face.

“I’m FBI jackass, I could break your arm right now and I wouldn’t get so much as a disciplinary.” It was an obvious lie but this douche didn’t need to know that.

“Agent Y/L/N!” Aaron’s voice boomed from behind you, as you turned your head and spotted him and the team in your peripheral you suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you “what are you doing? Do we have to have a talk about your professionalism on cases?"

"Sorry Aaron this is just the guy from the bar last night.” You motioned towards the now even more cocky man next to you.

“Once again Agent Y/L/N it is not professional to sleep with someone every time we are away on a case.” Your mouth dropped open as he spoke, eyes fixated directly on his.

“What did you just say to me?” Anger radiated from your voice. “I did not sleep with this man."

"No she didn’t but she did threaten to break my arm.” You looked at the man stood next to you and without missing a beat he recoiled away from you in fake fear.

“My apologies sir. Y/N you’re suspended. Find your own way back to Virginia and be in my office at 8am Friday.” He spoke as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if you were just some background character that no-one ever knew the name of and not someone he considered a close friend mere hours earlier. He walked by you, stern face completely unmoved by the shock plastered all over yours. The rest of the team shuffled by offering comforting eyes and the occasional touch on the shoulder, they seemed as shocked and confused as you were.

And then they were all gone, you were stuck in Dallas, alone and heartbroken…at least you were in a bar…silver linings.

***

“Aaron… do you want to talk about what happened back in the hotel?” Rossi cornered Aaron in the plane kitchen. Concern spread across his face.

“What is there to talk about? An agent acted unprofessionally, as they had done many, many times before, and I finally realised I needed to do something about it. I will discuss this further with agent Y/L/N when we meet next week. As for now, I have some paperwork to get started on.” He walked away, leaving Rossi stood at the other end of the plane. Emily and JJ looked over to the older man with questioning looks on their faces which was met, to their dismay, with an equally confused face from David Rossi.

***

“You’re late Y/N” a very stern Hotch mentioned as you knocked at his office door, not bothering to even glance in your direction.

“I’m 15 minutes early Aaron.” You noted the clock on the wall.

“Exactly.” You fought the urge to scoff at his comment “take a seat” you did as he said, sitting yourself in front of him. Usually the time you spent in his office was either splayed out on the couch or perched on his desk, this chair was uncomfortable, no wonder you never sat here. “I’ve taken the difficult decision to place the incident and your behaviour on the case last week as a strike on your record"

"What?” Your eyes and mouth open wide, you couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing. “But Aaron! That goes on my permanent record, it could affect my role in this team and the FBI as a whole. I find it very hard to believe that what happened last week is grounds for that kind of action."

"You threatened a civilian Y/N."

"After I was threatened and sexually harassed! You saw what he was like! I can’t believe what I’m hearing!” You stood up off of your chair and turned your back on Hotch, placing your hands on your head in frustration.

“Please calm down Agent Y/L/N! Don’t make me extend your suspension further.” He stood up and slammed his hand on his desk making you turn around to face him. You stood eyes connected in complete silence breathing in unison. “The mark goes on your record. You may start back with us on Monday. Take the weekend to cool off and maybe think about what a professional wears to the office."

You looked down at your v-neck and skinny jeans, an ensemble you had worn some variation of during your entire stint with the BAU. You let out a small scoff, composed yourself and spoke "fine. See you on Monday Agent Hotchner. Have a nice weekend."

Leaving his office you shut the door and met the gaze of your teammates. JJ was the first to walk over, offering to walk you out. As you stood in the lift with her you decided to let your frustrations out.

"I just don’t get it! It’s like some weird twilight zone where my best friend has been replaced by a nastier moodier version of himself and nobody but me knows!” She laughed at your comments and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

***

“Agent Y/L/N!” Hotch’s voice boomed across the North Dakotan precinct catching the attention of anyone within 15 miles of him. “interrogation room now!” You had become used to being dragged into rooms whenever Hotch saw fit, his eyes burning into you whenever you did anything trying to find a mistake or reason to call you up. And the once gentle touches had become rough pushes go get you to move in or out of somewhere. The last month had been Hell, on top of your one strike Hotch had managed to find a way to give you another, during a week of back to back late nights and stressful days you’d accidentally fallen asleep at a desk and no one had decided to wake you before they rolled out to apprehend an unsub, Reid had gotten injured and sure enough Hotch blamed you entirely ‘had you been there and not sleeping on the job we may have caught our suspect without an agent ending up in the hospital’ for some reason the rest of the team felt the same and your relationship with most of them had been a bit strained recently.

“Hotch, have I done something wrong?” You asked, shutting the door to the interrogation room behind you.

“What is this?” He threw a case file onto the desk, notes and pictures sliding out as it slammed against the table.

“It’s Ryan Knowles, a potential suspect, I saw his name pop up a couple times and had Garcia run him through our system, juvenile crimes, peeping tom and a non existent mother figure. He fit our profile, I asked JJ to put him on the board so that we could…”

“And why would you do that?” His question took you aback, what was that supposed to mean?

“It’s my job? To follow a hunch and see if it pans out.” You furrowed your brow unsure why you were in trouble.

“Maybe not for much longer. I’ve noticed you’re slacking, sleeping on cases, following ridiculous hunches and causing the team setback after setback!” He threw the case file against the wall sending paper everywhere “follow your hunch, and you better hope it pans out or you’re off this team"

"You can’t do that!” You shouted trying to hold onto your composer for just a moment longer. He began to walk out of the room, putting his face close to yours,

“Watch me.” He pulled his face away and walked out of the room leaving you shocked and confused. You began to pick up the papers of your case file trying to put them back into some order as your tears began to blur your vision.

You stood up and wiped away your tears, looking at a picture of your unsub you decided you were going to prove you were right and prove why you deserved that spot on the team, not that you really wanted to be there much more anyway.

***

“Put the gun down Ryan!” Your unsub pointed his gun directly at you, you’d managed to catch him attempting to bury his victim, You had radioed for backup as soon as you saw him and could hear the sirens in the distance “you don’t want to do this, hear those sirens in 30 seconds they’re all around here and if they see you standing there out in the open with a gun it’s not going to take too long for you to be the one in the ground.” You swallowed hard, keeping a level head as you gradually lowered your gun “but if you have me they’re not gonna shoot you, how about you let Amber go and take me instead, look I’m unarmed” you kicked you gun slightly away as you heard the screeching of tyres.

“Come here.” You walked slowly to Ryan he grabbed you and quickly held the barrel of the gun to your head. You watched Amber run off and be caught by JJ, you sighed with relief that they had made it to you in time.

As Aaron saw you his heart leaped to his throat and his stomach hit the floor. He’d thought he’d managed to bury his feelings for you after everything that had happened, but there you were completely vulnerable with a gun to your head and he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly worried. As Rossi tried to talk Ryan down Hotch kept his eyes focused solely on you, catching your stare right back. You nodded slightly and forced yourself downward allowing Morgan to land two shots directly into Ryan’s chest.

As you pulled yourself free from his arms you ran forward to your team and for some reason Aaron was the first to pull you in for a hug. Your body tensed up and you blinked with confusion but at least you were safe and he wasn’t firing you.

***

“I’m sorry Miss Y/N but there was an incident with your room. A pipe burst and unfortunately we cannot let you stay in that room this evening. We managed to collect all of you belongings before they were damaged but it seems you will have to share with one of your colleagues.” The older woman at the desk was ruining your life, not actually but in many ways she was. Your team had already gone up to their rooms while you spoke with reception. “I can give you a spare key to one of their rooms so you can just go and let yourself in ok?” You nodded and took the key, you didn’t mind sharing a room with most of your team, as long as it wasn’t Aaron.

You knocked on the door and began to let yourself in “Hey it’s Y/N! My room got flooded so the front desk gave me your key! I guess we’re roomies for tonight huh!” You finished opening the door and was met with the face of Aaron Hotchner. You sighed “ah. I will go get a different key.”

“NO!” He cleared his throat “no it’s ok, we can share I don’t mind.” You silent nodded and closed the door behind you, putting you go bag down on the desk you began walking over to the couch to get comfortable “Agent Y/N.” Hotch stated sternly. You stopped abruptly and sighed, you knew friendly Hotch was too good to be true. Turning on your heels you didn’t give him a chance to speak first.

“Look I know I was reckless, but you didn’t really give me much of a choice. If this means I get fired then fine because I saved a life today and that’s enough."

"I’m not going to fire you. In fact I wanted to say something.” He looked sincere, and sad like whatever he was about to say was painful or something “that night in Dallas, when we talked for hours and then we kissed, well for some reason it broke me, I knew I liked you and knew I found you attractive, I just never put it all together until that moment. I realised I loved you and I wanted to be with you, and I freaked out. Everything I’ve done over the last month was because I was so scared that I was going to get hurt or that you were going to get hurt and it would break me, but then seeing you today and realising that you could die it all went out the window, I don’t have time to be scared, I want to be with you and I realise that now. I’m so sorry” He stopped his ramble, looking into your eyes with his big brown puppy dog eyes, pleading forgiveness and willing you to return the sentiment.

“Are you finished?” He looked shocked by your question nodding to respond. “And that’s it is it? You made my life hell because you love me?” He nodded again, quickly glancing to the floor. “What do you want me to say now? That I love you too? That I forgive you? Well I’m sorry but no. I used to, but then you ruined it. You cost my friendships with the team, you cost me my perfect record and my job and you almost cost me my life, because you are an immature, petty self centred prick! I’ve been so stressed and tired I’ve lost 10 pounds for god’s sake! I’m sorry Hotch but your half assed confession isn’t going to fix this.” You sat down on the sofa and put your head in your hands leaving Hotch stood in the middle of the room, eyes drilling a hole into the floor, looking the way you looked after he left you alone in your hotel room that night. Neither of you moved, both unsure as to what should happen next. “I’m…I’m not saying that we can never happen. I just need time to process, and forgive you and learn to love you again.” His eyes had moved up to you again and you noticed the tears that had formed starting to leak out as yours quickly did too. “What… what erm… what side of the bed do you want?” He laughed slightly at you comment and smiled weakly at you a smile which you returned. Maybe in a little while, this wouldn’t be so hard again.

#Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfic #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner #Aaron Hotch Hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfic

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wrathfulspark · 4 years ago

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@jjwxlf

Jaylah stared the witch in the eye as the distance between them closed in. Elidi’s first question, she did have an answer to, but stayed silent almost knowing more was to come. Tamryn hadn’t developed a partnership with anyone so this situation was most definitely unique, but of course she wasn’t going to give Elidi that satisfaction in knowing that she was Tamryns first most serious fling. “I did the same with Dallas, yes. A werewolf that she once dated. They were a really good pair and he liked me, but I’m sure she’s told you about him.” Her thoughts spoke back to Elidi with a unphased stare. By staying silent, more answers came out from the dark haired female which was what Jaylah wanted. Instead of doing the predictable, the redhead lifted her eyebrows like a surprised brat to display interest and to show she was listening.

The younger sibling stayed stone cold towards the witch as Elidi seemed to fire back questions. Her eye contact not leaving for a second to waste, they only moved as her lids narrowed when Elidi spoke about how Jaylah wasn’t Tamryn keeper but not understanding the weight of what it meant to be blood to back up her accusation. Still, her words pursed in between her sculpted lips that sealed shut to the womans surprise, and her emerald orbs stayed locked on the target, observing every word and every action behind it. Shifting for a slit second once Lupe’s name was mentioned, she snarled at the remark about her understanding anything about the incident, but realizing it was a test to see how Jaylah would predator-idly react. However, when Elidi said that she didn’t agree with Tamryns ways on how it was handled caused Jaylah to stand up a bit from her hunched posture. She looked down to fix her clothes as Elidi followed up the false empathy only to insult her in the following sentence while she debated the conversation in her head. The impulses of her nature were screaming at her to leave the pointless conversation, but Jaylah stayed before the witch while she continued.

In that moment the redhead brat was glad she stayed for she was pleased to know she had successfully gotten inside Elidi’s mind and twisted all reality and things questionable. Raising her folded arms from across her chest to over her head to lean back like a headrest, she continued to listen to the rant. Head games were common within the pack to test each other and others, but perhaps there were reasons to her madness that she had been trying to convey that was blinded by Elidis infatuation with Tamryn. The debate on whether to be helpful and form allies or to sworn enemies to keep the rotation going was beginning to stir in the same melting pot. Though the wisdom witch claimed to see right through Jaylah, she allowed those to see what they wanted to.

After stretching out in all her confident glory, the two stood in silence until the other broke the silence, that being Elidi declaring her love for Tamryn. The tension was clear though there was an ounce of communication in the air, Jaylah allowed her arms to fall to her sides.

Scratching at her hairline, she gathered to find the words to say back. The one thing she could sense from the other was honesty, and she debated whether it was wise to do the same. Her eyes shifted from the blue sets of hues back on the green grass a couple of times until it was time for something to be said.

“I know you care about Tamryn...” Jaylah deflated as she dropped her fidgeting hand down to her side where she then connected her fidgeting digits through her belt loop.

“And I know she cares about you....” Her eyes distanced themselves from the others stare to concentrate on what needed to be said.

“Maybe it’s the familiar long black hair, or the way you two look at each other and protect one another, but you remind me a lot of Lupe.” She swallowed the large lump in her throat before making eye contact and continuing, “She was half human too... and Tamryn got rid of her like... an old book.” Her eyes wandered to the romance book in hand before looking back up. “I don’t agree what she did either, but I will more than likely forgive her in unnatural ways only to leave myself broken once again like before. Listen, if you choose her, you let go a piece of yourself because it’s the most sacrificing thing you can do for the person you set as the most important thing on earth... and that’s based on both love and fear. I’m not saying I care about you because I don’t know enough to know you, but like I said, there’s a part a Lupe I see in you, so take it as a compliment because she the best thing that’s ever happened to me, she’s my saving grace and I’m lucky to have her, she’s..mi rosa especial enviada del cielo para guiarme en la tierra.”

A smile faded to taking a deep breath, Jaylah continued, “Lupe didn’t have a choice to become part of the pack, you do. If this is what you want, then you have to see not only Tamryn but fit yourself into the pack as well. Lupe is still strugging with that, but she’s trying. You have to put yourself behind which means, you have to protect me too, which means... I have to trust you.”

“I may be young and have done stupid things in my lifetime, but I know what it’s like to feel and be in true love. I know all the signs. I bet you two have had late night talks, sharing each others biggest secrets. Bet you two have made promises to one another that you’ve never promised another. Maybe done some things out of your comfort zone to prove your love, bend the rules for loyalty?... You are the closest thing to Lupe and I when it comes to you and Tamryn. I mean...how do you honestly expect me to react? The only difference between you two is that I am imprinted with Lupe, and Tamryn doesn’t even know what a soulmate is if it slapped her in the face. I barely knew what love was until I turned an innocent person, that happened to be my soulmate... and I nearly lost myself because I lost them... all because my sister didn’t approve of them. But... but I’m suppose to be okay with whatever happens b-because I’m just a beta... right? Well, you’re not in any rank so what say do you have? Oh oh, wait a minute, you’re the girlfriend... I’ve known Tamryn since the 18th century a-and you’ve known her since Tabula Rasa opened so... fuck me right?”

Jaylah began to pace as she thought out loud with all of her concerns.

“Three years ago you would have been dust based on how Tamryns mind works, Elidi. You’re only lucky enough to roam around and see the light of day because Tamryn chooses to.” Her words were beginning to build the more she correlated Lupe and Elidi together.

“You are a powerful witch, so it makes sense as to why you would be an addition to our pack. But what if it doesn’t work, huh? What if in a year or two one of you decide running with the wolves is not for you, hmm? What if.... what if I let you in and it doesn’t work out?” Contemplating emerald hues swept the ground like a mop before making their way back to Elidi, Eyes flickered with emotion as they fought the urge to show it. She took a deep breath and sucked in her tears that formed. She dismissed the thoughts of losing her mother, father, and lover all because of being naive and trusting the unseen unfortunate outcomes. “Then you’re just another person I get close to, and lose.”

Her eyes searched the other for a chance to read the thoughts that were going through the womans mind. She feared of rejection and humiliation and almost preferred to be enemies than a temporary high, something she had been chasing over the last couple of decades since her father passed. A thumb massaged the inside of her palm, almost to distract herself momentarily while she debated what to say next or listen to what was to be said.

“If you want to call me a liar, or say that I’m playing games with you,or or... or say that I’m weak.... that I’m nothing like my sister then fine! So be it! I don’t care! At least you’ve heard my side of things.” Taking a few steps closer to insure that Elidi would take in her next words, she allowed the space between them to get uncomfortably close, “...But if you love her, you better be damn sure you’re right about it, because there’s no taking it back. Don’t make permanent decisions based on temporary emotions, and that’s coming from me, Elidi.”

Arms resumed back to their original fold as she awaited the response, almost anticipating a defensive response and the woman to walk away.

Jaylah talked so much. There was so much to unpack and process what the beta was telling her. Not that her opinion was regarded highly but to give her the same attention she had given Elidi, even if it was clearly forced. The witches expression remained stoic, her brow quirking every now and again as the wolf spoke her piece. Her hand rubbed at her temple, her eyes shutting as it seemed Jaylah was finally done speaking. Overhead grey clouds rolled in, a heavy scent of rain lingered about the air, the wind gently tossling their locks.

"I suppose I'll start at the beginning. I am nothing like your Lupe, however if that makes this entire process easier for you than so be it." She exhaled a sigh, lucent hues examining her nails, her brow quirking as she spoke plainly, "I'm not... dust as you put it, because I am a worthy opponent. However your earlier statement is correct, I am a good witch." She paused to let her eyes meet Jaylah's own, hues similar to Tamryn's yet foreign one in the same. "Then you brought the conversation back to you. This is about Tamryn. You don't care about me, I don't care about you." A heavy sigh is pushed past her lips, her irritation getting the better of her. She's silent for a moment, wondering if that was too harsh to say while Jaylah was being passive. Even if it were true.

Elidi averts her gaze, confused even more so by Jaylah's emotions, the words she spoke now conflicting with the personality she had grown to know, the image she's seen of the beta. "We haven't discussed the pack much, so I wouldn't stress over that litltle detail. However, something you said earlier, has drawn my attention completely." The witch paused, optics intently set on Jaylah as she tucked a dark strand of hair back behind her ear.

"You said, you're young, yet you've been around since the 18th century. You're not young Jaylah, you're ignorant." Dark brows furrowed together as the words left her, her tone even, not malignant in nature but firm, "You've been around for hundreds of years and have yet to grasp the concept of change? With the things you've seen, the way the world and the people evolved. 18th century..." Her words trail off as do her thoughts, digits moving to press to the back of her nape, while her gaze lifts to the sun, a quiet huff leaving her. "People change everyday whether you have your eyes open to see it or not."

"I'll admit you're puzzling, which I don't really enjoy. I'm beginning to wonder if you're bipolar. In the nicest way possible." The book in her hands feels heavy, her grip tiring the longer she held onto the novel. This entire exchange left her feeling exhausted. "I believe you are all of those things, it's true. I don't believe you really intend on being close to me either, unfortunately I don't see myself trusting you all that much. The car crash may not be important to you, something you can easily forget about. No one died, right? Not seriously injured sure..." Bright eyes narrowed, her lips settling into a frown, "but I know you did something. You can not fool me and I don't let go of those types of things so easily. You have to right your wrongs."

"You're important to your sister and she loves you dearly, that much I know for certain, and for her I would.. do anything." Elidi let her gaze fall to the ground, her lips quirking upwards slightly, "Ella es mi única excepción, that being said, I'm willing to try to form a better relationship between the two of us, because I don't plan on going anywhere princesa."

"If that's not something you're interested in, then I'm happy to play pretend. I've grown tired of our game, Peter Pan."

#trch:jaylah #elidi like: bitch i thought I was older than u #shut yo ass up.

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tjkiahgb · 5 years ago

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TJ and the Gals - Episode 1.12

On the finale of TJ and the Gals:

“We're All Just Doing Asbestos We Can”

"...and all I got was a lunchtime detention," TJ says. He's wearing a suit.

"That's it?" says Dolores. The group stands around outside the city courthouse.

TJ nods. "Then I stole another one almost immediately after the trial just to do something fun with Cyrus and nothing happened again."

"Like I said," says Ethel. "Your actions don't have consequences. When are you going to start listening to us? We know what we’re talking about."

TJ tilts his head at that. She might have a point.

"Speak of the devil," says Barb. She nods behind TJ. Cyrus walks over towards the group, adjusting the tie on his suit.

"Cyrus! Thanks for coming," TJ says.

"Of course," says Cyrus, joining the group. "I wanted to be here to support you and the gals. Gals," he says, smiling at Barb, Dolores, and Ethel. They smile and nod back.

Cyrus turns back to TJ. "We really don't talk enough about how you're friends with a group of old ladies."

"Eh, it's a pretty strange concept. Most people don't seem to understand it and very few people actually care for it."

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Well, good on you for sticking with it all these weeks."

"Thanks."

"You boys ready?" asks Barb, passing by them and heading up the steps of the courthouse towards the entrance.

"Hey, did you tell the gals I have legal experience?" asks Cyrus.

"Yeah, I told them the whole story. They say thanks but no thanks," says TJ.

"Yeah. That's fair."

TJ, Cyrus, and the gals all walk into the courthouse.

"We're here today to determine if Pearl's Pastries poses a significant enough public health threat that it must be shut down permanently," says the Judge.

The courtroom is empty except for the Judge, his bailiff, and a representative from the health department. The gals all sit up at the defendant's table. TJ and Cyrus sit in the audience seats behind them.

"Before we begin," says the Judge. "Who are these children?" He points at TJ and Cyrus.

"Those are our children," says Ethel.

"No," says Dolores.

"No, they are not. This is our landlord, TJ, and..." Barb swivels back to look at Cyrus sitting next to TJ. She swivels back. "His... good friend, Cyrus."

"Your landlord is a child?" asks the Judge.

"It's a pretty strange concept. Most people don't seem to understand it and very few people actually care for it," says Barb.

"Yeah, okay, I can see that," says the Judge. "Anyway, I believe I already have the facts of the matter, but you requested a public hearing and a chance to plead your case, so go ahead."

"Thank you, your honor."

Barb, Dolores, and Ethel stand up.

"First off," says Barb, "we would like to point out that our fine landlord has already contracted a company to come clean all the asbestos out of our building and scrub the place clean."

TJ nods at the Judge.

"But beyond just fixing the problem, we wanted to say why our bakery is so important, and why it shouldn't be shut down."

"When we first opened Pearl's Pastries, we struggled," says Dolores. "We spent two years losing money. But we stuck with it, you know why?"

"Because we were building a relationship," says Barb. "We realized it wasn't just about making money, it was about making connections. That it didn't matter that we weren’t getting rich, the real reward was friendship. It was getting to know the people who loved our bakery."

"Like George Inglaterra," says Dolores. "Who comes in every morning and buys a donut and a cup of coffee to help get his day started. He tells us all the time how he needs it so he can head down to the pier and spend ten hours making people happy as one of those silver-painted robot mime guys."

"Or Frank and Yvonne Tagliatelle," says Barb. "The old married couple who split an éclair every morning before they hold hands and walk out together. They say their marriage has never been stronger and it’s because they value these sweet little moments in life."

"Or Mikey Patate," says Ethel. "Who had his first and last kiss in our bakery."

"What does that even mean?" asks the Judge.

"Your honor," says Barb, "we could go on and on listing the names of our beloved customers and why they're important to us and why we're important to them, but we'll just get to the point. Since we’ve opened our doors, we’ve grown into something more than just a bakery and its customers. We've become a community. And we're asking you not to take that away from us. All of us."

The Judge nods.

"That's very nice, and I'm going to take that all into consideration as I deliberate on this case. I'll let you know my decision within the week," says the Judge. He slams his gavel down and stands up.

"Oh, am I not going to get to say anything?" asks the representative from the health department.

The Judge stops. "Oh. I forgot you were here. Eh... nah. I already pounded the gavel," he says, and exits the courtroom.

The representative from the health department throws his hands up and starts collecting his papers.

Outside the courthouse, TJ, Cyrus, and the gals regroup.

"I think that went well," says Cyrus.

"Yeah, surprisingly well," says TJ. "That was good, sharing all those stories about the customers, tugging at the heartstrings. Do I know any of those people?"

"Oh, TJ, those people don't exist," says Barb.

"Yeah, we made that whole thing up because we thought it sounded good," says Ethel.

"I don't know the names of any of our customers!" says Barb.

"Me neither," says Dolores. "They're walking in and out all day. I barely remember my own name!"

"Thank God he didn't call our bluff when I said I could keep on listing their names. I probably would've just started naming guys from 1978 Dallas Cowboys. Super Bowl champions. Went twelve and two that year. Beat the Broncos in the big game," says Barb. "God, what a team. What a year."

TJ sighs and puts his hand on his forehand. "I should've known."

"Eh, don't worry about it," says Ethel. "We're going to face exactly zero consequences for lying to a judge."

"Is that true?" asks Cyrus.

TJ just nods.

"Okay, well, I should go before I become an accomplice to all of this," says Cyrus.

“Sure, sure. Thanks for your support, hun," says Barb, patting him on the shoulder. "I think your sad doe eyes really helped sell our case."

“Oh, no problem! I didn’t know I was doing that but I’m happy I helped!” Cyrus smiles at the gals. He starts leaving.

"Hey, hold up," TJ says. He jogs after him.

Ethel, Barb, and Dolores watch from afar as TJ and Cyrus talk.

"So... what do you think?" asks Dolores.

TJ and Cyrus hug goodbye. Cyrus walks off. TJ watches him leave.

"Gayer than a rainbow flag caught in a twister in the middle of a disco," says Barb.

Ethel looks at her. "Are twisters gay?"

"Yeah, why'd you throw in a twister?" asks Dolores.

"I don't know, I felt like I needed a third thing for that to work."

"Anyway," says Dolores, "I agree with you, but I mean... is he going to do anything about it or what?"

"I guess he seems like he’s been in a weird place recently,” says Barb. “But, what, you want to give him a pep talk or something?"

"Sure. Impart some wisdom," says Dolores.

Ethel nods.

Barb shrugs. "Alright, but you two take the lead while I come up with my thing.”

TJ makes his way back to the gals.

"Hey, your friend's last name is Goodman, right?" asks Ethel.

"Yeah. Why?" asks TJ.

"Any relation to John?"

"You're asking if Cyrus is related to John Goodman? The actor?"

Ethel nods.

"No. No, I don't think so," says TJ.

"Okay, it was just on my mind," says Ethel. "Listen, Tyrus..."

"Wait, is that what you think the T in TJ stands for? What about the J?"

"No, I finally figured it out! There isn't one. It's silent," says Ethel.

"Okay."

"Listen," continues Ethel, "I'm just a three-term Florida congresswoman, an amateur ear, nose, and throat doctor, and Miss Teen USA 1997. I'm not a genius and I don't pretend to be."

"You tell people you're a genius all the time," says Dolores.

"Hush," says Ethel. "I'm not a genius, but I have learned one thing in this life, and that's the value of being true to yourself, no matter what. People have been trying to change me for decades, and I don't let them, you know why? Because I'm the one who has to live with myself. I have to wake up in this body. I have to look at myself in the mirror. Not them. Me. So you trust who you are, you believe in yourself, and you don't let anyone make you feel lesser for it because at the end of the day, only you get to be you."

Ethel steps back. Dolores steps towards him. "TJ..."

"What exactly is going on here?" TJ asks, looking around.

"TJ, here's what I know: Barb, Ethel, and I, we've been through a lot over the years. Ups and downs. Highs and lows."

"Those are the same thing," says Ethel.

"Hush," says Dolores. "The one thing that has always remained the same, no matter what, is us. We have each other's backs. I'd do anything for these gals and I know they'd do anything for me. And it's easy for people to hang around when things are good, but when things go bad, when you're at your worst, when you feel alone, pay attention to the people who stick around -- the people who lift you up, the people who help you out, the people who know you best. Those are your true friends. And when you figure out who your true friends are, hold on to them tight, because they are going to be the most important people in your life."

"Okay, my turn," says Barb.

"Man, are we like, wrapping something up here? Because this is feeling a lot like a wrap-up," says TJ.

Barb puts her hand on his shoulder.

"TJ. Don't be scared."

TJ lifts an eyebrow.

"What I mean is, fear has a way of messing with us. It can hold us back, and it can make us doubt, and it can cause us to not do the things we wish we could do. There are gonna be times in your life when you feel that fear. It starts in your stomach and rises up into your chest and fills your throat, and in less than the blink of an eye, your whole body feels paralyzed. And when that happens, TJ, I want you to remember the words I'm telling you right now: Don't. Be. Scared. You push the fear right back down and go for it. You open your eyes, you open your mind, you open your heart to things, and you go for it. Because the consequences of that fear, they're never gonna be worse than the regret you feel if you let fear win. And the things we regret the most, at the end of everything, are the things we wanted but never fought for. You remember that, okay?"

TJ stares at her, taking that all in. "Where did all that come from?" he finally asks.

"I worked the rodeo circuit around Texas for a handful of years to put myself through college. You learn a lot about yourself."

TJ nods.

“We’ve all been around the block a few times,” says Dolores. “You pick up some things here and there.”

TJ looks at the gals. "Thanks. All three of you."

"Oh, bring it in," says Barb.

They all do a big group hug. Cue audience going aww. After a few seconds--

“Alright, that’s enough,” says Barb. They break off the hug.

"Okay, well, I'm going to head home,” says TJ. “This has been... something, gals."

"It sure has, kid," says Barb.

TJ turns and heads out.

"Hey!" shouts Ethel. "You ever gonna tell me what TJ stands for?"

TJ stops and turns back.

"Tell you what, if Pearl's Pastries is still legally allowed to exist and we still have a bakery to run, I'll tell next time we're all back in there together."

"I'm gonna hold you to that!" says Ethel.

TJ nods and walks off.

"I mean that literally! I'm gonna hold you down until I get it out of you!" shouts Ethel.

TJ waves without turning back.

Dolores turns to Barb.

"You think he'll be okay?"

Barb watches him walk away. She looks at Dolores.

"I think we did the best we could."

"Think we'll see him again?"

Barb squints at Dolores.

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll be back next week," she says. "Right?"

#Andi Mack #TJ Kippen #Cyrus Goodman #Tyrus #TJ and the Gals #fan fic #discussion

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