#(aaron)

[xekstrin]

Boyfriend: wait but I thought you could change from alpha to omega? Like you get hit with a pheromone and bam become that and you fuck, but the rest of the time you’re androgynous

Me: … I think you have confused omegaverse with the seminal piece of science fiction literature The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K Le Guin

[minyard-05]

nicky hemmick got himself out of an abusive home and found somebody he loved and who loved him back and then he gave it up to go back and make sure that his cousins didn't go through what he did. that's my one and only take. nicky hemmick you made a home that was safe for two kids who were ready to give up on a world that had only ever hurt them. you barely knew them but you knew they were family so you took three broken pieces and you made a whole. you made a house that was quiet at night, with doors that could lock and a table with food and it took years for them to come around but they did and you waited and you never fucking gave up on them not even when everybody else did. you built them somewhere safe.

[idolomantises]

Aaron and Domino Redesign

[Tapas / Patreon]

Bonus Sketches:

(NOTE: Adam has been renamed to Aaron)

[pralinesims]

just want my mind to be a clear glass

[guys-moments]

Aaron

[c0le-wrldd]

𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 || 𝑻𝒀𝑹𝑰𝑸 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑨𝑺 "𝑨𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑵"

x 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲!𝑷𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑺𝑰𝒁𝑬!𝑶𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑻𝒀 “𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑰” 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑬

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ʜᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢɢᴇsᴛ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ, ɪɴғᴀᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ᴏɴ ʀᴇɴɴɪ. ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜɪs ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴡᴏʀʀɪsᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴏʀᴀʟ sᴇx.. ʀᴇɴɴɪ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴀsʏ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ sʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ.

ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ʀᴇɴɴɪ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟs sᴏᴍᴇ ᴇxᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡs; sᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ's ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀs ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs 𖤛: ʟᴏɴɢ, ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ sᴍᴜᴛ. ᴍ!ssɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ, ᴄᴏᴡɢ!ʀʟ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴘᴀ!ɴ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʟʟ, ᴛs ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴀsᴛʏ! ᴍᴅɴɪ!

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 𝒇𝒙𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏 (𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆) 𝒃𝒚 𝒌𝒘𝒏

“Ight’, man I locked up. I’m out.. old ass nigga.” Aaron mumbled under his breath as he finally made his way out the door of his job.

His boss made him work slightly overtime, and he felt more drained and irritable than usual. But the second he pulled out his phone and realized what awaited him, all negativity ceased from his mind.

Aaron sat down on a bench before opening his contacts and pressing on Renni’s, a small smile gracing his face.

She’d be picking him up from work since she dropped him off that morning. He had been staying over her apartment for a couple days due to them growing quite fond of each others company, and he didn’t mind leaving his car there. She insisted she take him to work every now and then since his job was “on the way” to hers. He knew she just liked spending her mornings with him, and he wasn’t complaining.

Aaron finally hit the call button, and after two rings, she picked up. “Hiii! Im already here, you done?” Renni’s sweet voice chirped immediately and his heart swelled.

Her voice was something he was growing to love.

“Yeah I’m out front mama, cmon’. I’m ready to see you.” He rushed while tapping his hand on his thighs. Renni just laughed and waved him off, “Boy don’t rush me I’m coming.” She sassed and pulled around to the front, seeing his shaved head come into view.

Aaron nearly jumped off the sidewalk when he saw her. He hung up the phone and shoved it in his pocket, the second she pulled up he climbed inside, letting the fruity aroma of her car overtake his senses. His eyes instantly fell on Renni’s attire and he licked his lips.

Her black hair was straight and pulled into a floral hair clip low on her neck, and she wore a cute, lacy cheetah print pajama tank and shorts set. Her plush body was glowing and on display in some places, her face bare except for her lashes and lip gloss. He could tell she had just showered too, in taking her in Aaron felt like he was falling for her all over again, and that’s how it always was.

Aaron was in her skin the worst when she made him feel like that, mostly because he often seen her at night and was in a comfortable state. Her sweet scent and soft body parts feeling so good in his hold, mixed with her neverending sincerity, always lead him to feasting between her thighs like he never ate before.

But he controlled himself until she asked him to let go. Every time.

“Hi my Aaron, I missed you. I hope that’s not crazy I know we just saw each other this morning!” Renni chuckled and covered her wide grin, but Aaron simply grabbed her hand and kissed her palm, pulling her closer so he could kiss up her chest and neck next.

His sloppy kisses always made Renni melt, her long nails grazed the nape of his neck as she held him in place and tilted her head back. The two thrived off the physical touch the other provided, it was like heat radiated off them.

“Nah, ‘s not crazy. Been missin’ yo’ fine ass all day long baby. How you been, ma? Anybody fuckin’ witchu’?” Aaron asked after his torturing on her neck ended, but Renni pulled him in for a slow, passionate kiss next. He deepened it by sloppily sucking on her juicy lips in each kiss, making her moan under her breath.

Before she could get too carried away, she gently grasped his chin and pulled away, smiling warmly at the dazed male. “I’m good boo, no one’s been messing with me. I been planting new flowers but it’s getting dark, I was too scared to stay outside.” She rambled while pulling out of the parking lot and driving down the road towards her apartment.

Aaron put his hand in its usual spot on her inner thigh, caressing and slightly gripping the smooth skin gingerly.

“Want me ta’ sit outside witchu’? I’a watch you garden anyday.” Aaron expressed genuinely but Renni just waved him off.

“That’s ok, I’d rather bedrot with you, I’ll do it tomorrow. You got any weed today— I need to dj my puss and sleep skin to skin, it’s one of those nights?!” Renni asked and Aaron frowned but nodded, pulling 4 pre-rolled blunts in a baggie from his back pocket.

“You know I always got weed, and I’m gon’ be dj’n that, don’t play.” He playfully mugged her and grabbed her up by the neck since they were at a red light. Renni chuckled and bit his cheek, making him tickle her sides and she yelped loudly, trying to escape his hold. The light changed and he briefly stopped tickling her, letting her focus and catch her breath.

“Anywho, I hope you do dj me, you do it better. It’s been so long, and I wanna try something new with you anyway.” Renni hinted teasingly with a slight squeeze of her thighs at the thought. Aaron felt it, as his head whipped to face her he felt blood instantly rush to his manhood and sighed, eyes trained on her.

“Like what Renni?” Aaron asked but she only held a finger up to his lips.

One thing about Renni was.. her imagination ran wild. Always. Despite never going all the way, Aaron had experienced so many raw, dirty sexual things with her than with any woman he’d ever been with fully.

Whatever she wanted to try, he was overly eager to find out. It was bound to be a mess.

“You’ll see soon boo, be patient.” Renni finally answered him, in that slightly low tone she always carried when she was plotting.

It drove him mad.

Soon, they pulled into her apartment complex and she found her reserved spot, parking in it and turning the car off. Before Renni could move, Aaron had picked up her purse from the backseat, and opened his door, side eyeing her hand inching toward the handle. “Don’t touch yo’ door.”

Renni watched him walk around the car with a soft smile on her face per usual, just kicking her feet at the treatment. That was part of the reason she enjoyed him being around so much, Aaron was gentle with her like no one in her life had handled her. Aaron opened her door and held his hand out for her to take, she took it happilyand stepped out the car while he closed the door. Renni gently grasped his chin and pecked his lips twice, “Thank you, my sweet boy.” She spoke while taking his hand to lead him up the stairs to her place.

His sweetness was also why she was eager to get him inside.. she had more planned than he knew.

Aaron was just in a trance from everything. He didn’t even have to say anything for her to know he was feeling a type of way, her soft words triggered him in all the right ways every time. His eyes stayed glued to her walking up the steps, and her humming a Erykah Badu song had him practically following a siren song when they reached her doorstep.

It was like he left his self control on the doormat, the second Renni unlocked her door and walked inside, he closed it behind them and slammed her up against it. His 6’4” frame towered over her 5’5” one and her glossy eyes were wide in confusion; although, he didn’t miss the way her breathing changed too. He could feel the weight in the room and he knew she could too.

Her words left a hanging tension that he refused to ignore. The cat & mouse was officially overplayed with them.

“Aaron can we smoke first?” She almost whispered from nervousness, but Aaron ignored her, kissing the woman hungrily.

“Fuck the weed, I wantchu’. Now.” He husked against her lips and she whined, pulling him back in to tongue him down nastily.

The usual routine was to get fried, fake watch a movie, and Aaron eat her out until she cried. But tonight he wanted it to be real, sensual even. He always held back his desires.. but he barely wanted to tonight. “Nah, let’s do sum’ new. What is it you wanna do mami?”

Renni smirked slightly and pushed him down the hall towards her bedroom, squealing when he picked her up bridal style like she weighed nothing and slammed her in the middle of the bed.

He climbed up and hovered in between her legs, making out with her once again. Renni helplessly grinded her clothed pussy into his bulge, and Aaron was taken aback, not used to her being this open with him. He was loving it.

“Talk to me, what we doin’?” Aaron’s seductive voice spoke as he removed her pajama shirt with a quickness, eyeing her plump breasts that were freed.

Renni bit her lip in nervousness so he kissed her neck softly, leading her eyes to flutter closed. “I wanna fuck, Aaron.. I’m ready for you.” She admitted and Aaron pulled back from her for a second, staring into her eyes with a serious expression.

His hands paused the removing of her shorts and panties, “You sure? Ion’ wanna make you uncomfortable or noth—

“Aaron, yes. I need you.. you’re the only person I’d trust with it. I want you. Please?” Renni pleaded and Aaron bit his lip, that sounded like music to his ears. He wordlessly continued to strip her clothes off until she was naked before him, and Renni felt a giddy burst of excitement course through her veins.

They were finally doing what they both fought so hard to keep at bay.

“If you ready for me, I promise to make this sum’ you’ll never forget, Serenity. Youn’ know how bad I been wanted you.” Aaron’s lips kissed all over her body as his fingers slid down to her slit, already feeling her core soaked. He massaged her creams over her sensitive clit slowly and she gasped, threatening to close her thighs.

“Mm mm, keep ‘em open. N’ hold ‘em up baby.” Aaron instructed and she did as told, holding her thighs up on her chest and watching him expectantly.

The male stripped naked and moved back between her legs, bringing his thick, 9 in. dick to slide between her thick pussy lips. Renni let out a soft moan at the slight thrusts against her slit, he was coating his length in her juices but brushing her clit just enough to bring that sweet, familiar ache to her belly.

Aaron noticed the furrow in her brow and smirked, deciding to use his hand to guide his thick mushroom tip in a circle on her clit at a quicker pace. Her juices had his tip more sensitive than usual, they both were lost in the experience.

Renni moaned and gripped his bicep when he went faster and added more pressure, even slapping his dick against her clit a few times.

He just watched her in awe, and she felt slightly shy under his gaze. This was new but she was loving every second of it. “Can’t wait to watch you scream under me.” Aaron rasped lowly as his tip eased slowly inside her hole, leading Renni to suck in a breath.

His words mixed with the bliss of his length pushing deeper in her had Renni dragging out a moan, hands flying up to hold the back of his neck. Aaron groaned when he finally bottomed out, he saw her juices pooling around his base and bit his lip. “You so damn wet mama..”

He started off with slow, but deep strokes that had her crying out softly, shocks of pleasure going through her core. His thick manhood stretched her walls so good, she could feel every vein with them going raw. His strokes started to get rougher and she let her legs slip from her hold by accident, prompting him to grab her ankles and spread them into a ‘V’.

Renni knew when she finally let Aaron have his way with her that it would be amazing, but this was pure ecstasy— and he’d only just started.

She felt like she might cum quickly with how pleasurable his strokes were, he was hitting every nerve she needed. Aaron’s abs flexed with every hard stroke, watching him was doing something to her.

“Look at me mama, how you feelin’?” Aaron grunted due to him holding back groans of his own. She was tighter than he was ready for, the woman had him fighting off a nut 10 strokes in.

When Renni only moaned out loudly, Aaron gripped her chin and looked her sternly in the eye. “Answer me Serenity.” She was looking at him like she was hungry, moaning so sexily he could bust off that alone. Aaron bit his lip and stroked her a bit harder, loving how her eyes clamped closed.

They were feeding off each other’s energy bad.

“Goooddd bae—“ Renni finally moaned and he captured her lips in a steamy kiss, strokes going deeper and deeper as the time went on. “Shit so fuckin’ tight, my God, I love it.” Aaron moaned when he pulled away lowly, and his eyes darted from the mess she was creating, to her breasts bouncing, and to her pleasure filled expression. It was all turning him on in so many ways, he couldn’t believe it was happening.

He put his hand on her lower stomach and pressed down against his rough strokes, Renni was in a frenzy below him. He was brushing her g-spot but she could feel it all the more now.

While they both felt copious amounts of pleasure, they knew they liked to be touching in every way, so she held her arms out to him. “Aaron— ouuu! Hold me, I wanna feel you touchin’ me.” Renni moaned sweetly, a slight pout on her face, and the male instantly complied, wrapping his arms around her waist in a tight bear hug. Her legs snapped around his waist and this angle allowed him to stroke her faster, creating loud claps from her skin.

Aaron groaned loudly in her ear while he drilled her, feeling her creams splattering on him as her walls clenched with every movement. “Aaronnn!” Renni cried out with a hard scratch down his back. The pain set Aaron’s skin ablaze and lead his hips to stutter in her, he moaned loudly and the girl felt her orgasm coiling in her stomach. His dick felt like it was in a death grip by her and he loved it, that plus the slight pain play almost triggered a nut in him.

Renni bit her lip as she got an idea.

He started kissing and sucking on the sweet spot of her neck and she lost it, starting to let out more high pitched moans. Her opportunity felt like it was fading the more pleasure built up in her core, Renni quickly tapped Aaron’s shoulder and he briefly stopped stroking her, immediately sitting up alert. “Wassup’? You hurt? I did some wr—

“No no baby, I just wanna do something. Can we sit up?” She asked softly and while he was confused he complied, pulling out of her and sitting up against the headboard.

Renni followed him and crawled to straddle his lap, then standing up on her tippy toes. Aaron’s eyes widened when she slid down on his dick all the way to the base, a soft grunt leaving her. She braced her hands on his shoulders and began to bounce up and down on him, leading her ass to clap on him hard.

Aaron threw his head back with a guttural groan he would’ve normally suppressed, Renni’s slick walls gliding up and down on him so fast was driving him insane. Her creams made it easy to bounce on him, the woman was in a flow state.

“I love this pussy so bad.. my sweet girl.. I wantchu’ ta’ go crazy mama. Let it all out onnis’ dick.” Aaron coached in such a dangerously slick tone after slapping her ass hard, Renni felt her jaw go slack.

He watched her face, purposely reaching down to rub her clit fast, and she stared in his eyes while moans began to spill from her lips once again. The intense pleasure had her bounces slightly faltering, he smirked at the helpless whine that left her.

She was not about to be bitched on her mission!

Renni leaned forward despite her thighs trembling, and kissed Aaron’s earlobe before nipping at it gently, sending a shiver through the male.

“Mmh, do dat’ shit again,” He groaned lowly, eyes closing as his hips mindlessly bucked up into her core, and Renni bit his ear harder, making his dick twitch inside her. “You like that daddy?” She moaned sweetly in his ear as her bounces got harder, and she clenched tighter, creating a perfect suction. Aaron felt like he was a goner, “Fuckkk yeah mama,”

Renni sucked and bit all over his neck, giving him the perfect mix of pleasure and pain, the male was mere seconds away from release. Aaron could tell she was close too from to the look on her face.

Her creams were rolling out more steadily, her moans louder and softer at the same time, she looked like she was holding it back just to keep pleasing him.

He smiled at her adoringly, reaching his hand up to wrap around her throat. “My sexy ass girl.. you daddy’s lil’ slut huh?” Aaron taunted while adding more power to his thrusts, practically pounding into her from below, Renni was a moaning mess on top of him.

“Mmmhh yess!” She whined and threw her head back, feeling a pleasure overdrive when his mouth attached to her nipples. He sucked the sensitive buds roughly and slapped her ass over and over again. “Told you to go crazy onnis’ dick, make it happen mami.” He moaned tauntingly as he took hold of her love handles and rammed his length into her so hard Renni couldn’t even think straight. She moaned at the top of her lungs and collapsed against his chest, just helplessly taking his strokes.

Her orgasm came in a heavy knot at the pit of her belly and made her whole body shake, a loud cry leaving her.

“Fuuuckk, I’m gonna cuuummm!” Renni moaned sweetly in his ear and when the knot finally burst, she bit down on his shoulder. Aaron’s nut built up in him at the sensation and he moaned against her skin, trying his best to hold it back.

“Let it go pretty baby, cum on my dick sweetheart,” Aaron moaned and Renni finally let her walls flutter in ecstasy against him, creating a tightness that overwhelmed his sack. “That’s a good fuckin’ girll, fuuuckkk” Aaron grunted lowly at the feel of her pussy violently convulsing on him.

“Aaronnn..” She whined against his chest because he had yet to slow down, he was chasing his own high now. “Fuuuckk mama, I’m finna’ nut in this tight ass pussy— shit!”

Within seconds he was slipping out of her and nutting all over her stomach, hissing in pleasure, finally relieving the girl of his relentless stroking. “Damn..” He mumbled, and Renni fell over beside him.

A beat of silence and heavy breathing passed before he turned to look at her in amusement.

“You okay baby?” Aaron laughed at her lower half still shaking and she mugged him, sticking up the middle finger. “Get out my face. I was supposed to take you through there, not the other way around.” Renni rolled her eyes and he just shrugged cockily, kissing her forehead.

“We took each other through dere’, it’s ight’ mama. It was good for you though, like really?” Aaron asked nervously and Renni chuckled before sliding off the bed to stand up. “Yes my love, I can’t believe you just asked me that. You ain’t hear me screamin’ a second ago?”

He laughed and decided to pay his thoughts no mind, just trusting her words. Plus with the way she was limping he knew he put that work on her.

Aaron followed her off the bed and wrapped his arm around her waist to help her walk, and the pair walked off down the hall to her spacious bathroom. “I really meant what I said Aaron,” She spoke up after a beat of silence. She could sense his awkwardness the second they started talking.

“If I had to trust anyone with my body I’d pick you 1,000 times over. You’re who I want.” Renni admitted before she could back down, and Aaron felt like his dreams were coming true in that moment.

Standing in her bathroom, watching her run the shower water, taking in her words; everything just solidified one thing for him. One thing he knew he felt long before this conversation even started.

“I love you Serenity, so damn much.” He breathed after a secon and scooped the woman up in his arms, peppering her face with kisses as she chuckled & wiggled out of his hold.

“I’m deadass, you my favorite girl inna’ whole world. Be my lady?” Aaron questioned but it came off as more of a demand, and Renni smiled wide, eyes brimming with tears.

She’d been waiting for him to ask her out for a long time, never did she imagine it would feel this good.

“Of course, I love you stink. I thought you’d never ask.”

Aaron wordlessly gave her a passionate kiss and hugged around her waist tightly, “I wanna hear how much you love me while I’m innit’..” He chuckled darkly and Renni instantly scrunched her face up, pushing the male off her. “Boy you so crazy, move! Cmon’ so we can take a bath.”

After how sore he just left her pussy from the first round, Renni definitely needed a cooldown. Aaron held his hands up in defense and smirked, making her roll her eyes but mirror him nonetheless.

The two felt like it was just them in the moment, staring at each other. Young, happy and in love. When they stepped into the hot shower together, they let the water drip down their bodies as they remained locked on each other.

Renni bit her lip as she let her eyes drag down the body of her now boyfriend, and he was shamelessly doing the same.

For some reason the tension shifted in the shower and they were back at square one, Aaron being the first to break. “Ion’ know.. I think I still got one more in me..”

“What do you say, baby? Round 2?”

ugh hey y’all omg, this was so freaky! i’m ovulating i had to release ts, aaron just so bad i had to!

but thank yall sm for the love on the last fic i uploaded, i didn’t expect ppl to like it that much! i love how much ppl have engaged with it, so i hope you guys like this one too, I MADE IT JUST FOR YEWWW!

i rlly love renni and aaron tho.. i might make this a series of fluff & smut fics, it would start from when they first met and go forward, telling different parts of their story, would y’all fw it? lmk!

see ya soon kitties, xo 💋

[hoe4hotchner]

The Accident | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

WC: 3.5k

Warnings: Angst!!!! PSA! THIS IS A REAL LIFE STORY AND 95% OF THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED TO ME. So be aware of that. Traumatic event: run down/car crash (detailed description of the whole TL of the accident happening), physical injuries: bruising, lacerations, road rash, head injury, hip and back trauma, blood, pain. Hospital setting, examinations, cleaning wounds, injections, etc. R is in shock, implied mild medical misdiagnosis (cause it happened). Y/N used once.

Summary: It's a foggy winter morning, and for some reason, you've decided to bike to work. During your commute, you're struck by a car turning right as you're going straight in the intersection. You get hurt, go to the hospital, and Hotch comes like a knight in shining armour to keep you company.

A/N: I have debated for so long whether to post this or not, but ultimately have decided to for my own sake since today is the anniversary of it happening. The whole process has been very therapeutic for me.

Also, if you decide to read the doctor's note in the graphic, be aware that it is excerpts from my actual hospital records from the accident, like actual copy-pasted and translated words from my records. They’re not graphic but just a heads-up. And there’s a picture of my thigh right after the incident (in the graphic) before it developed into a massive bruise with internal scarring.

The fog hangs heavy over the city, blurring the edges of the world. It's so thick, you can barely see more than twenty feet ahead.

You don’t know what made you take the bike today. It’s winter, it’s cold, and it’s slippery. You usually never take the bike when it’s like this. Usually, you would’ve gone for the car in these conditions, but something felt different today.

You’re flying down the hill, nearly halfway on your commute. The cold air slices through your coat slightly, and you hunch your shoulders trying to stay warm. Your cheeks feel numb, and your lungs slightly burn from the cold air streaming through them with each breath you take.

It’s freeing

It’s dark out—like it is on all mornings this time of year—and the light at the front of your bike makes your position known to the drivers checking their mirrors before turning—or it should have.

The light is green for right turns as you inch your way closer and closer to the intersection. And as you near, it switches to green for straight passage, giving you right of way—that’s when the sedan appears.

Its blinker flashes right, holding back for the cyclist in front of you, letting him pass—because that’s the traffic law.

As he passes, you’re only a few feet away from heading into the intersection. You keep your eyes trained on the car, it keeps waiting, seemingly waiting for you to pass too. You’re sure the driver has seen you... so you loosen your feet’s grip on the pedals, moving them forward again, easing off the brakes, trusting the driver to hold back, like they did for the other rider.

They don’t.

The sedan surges forward the exact moment you’re parallel with their mirror, cutting across your path. Time feels like it slows. It’s too late to brake as she swings further into your path.

You yank the handlebars right, trying to dodge the car, to make it far enough away from it that the driver spots you before you collide, because it’s your only option at this point.

But that doesn’t happen.

The headlights slam against your left thigh at a slow speed, but enough to knock you down. You lose balance, biking, twisting under you, and you fall toward the road—thankfully, the car has stopped by now.

Your hip hits the ground first, taking most of the impact, then your back, and lastly, your face slams into the asphalt. It feels like your brain rattles inside your skull as the impact processes.

During the impact, you bite down—hard—bruising the inside of your lower lip.

You’re up quickly, sitting before the driver even managed to get out of their car. Your vision swims, looking blurry and like static on an old television. You don’t black out, fully aware of everything around you.

People rush around you, the air filling with voices, gasps, people asking if you’re okay, where you’re hurt, if you know what day it is.

The driver—a lady, no older than your own mom—stands nearby, shocked, on the verge of tears, and barely coherent as she keeps saying ‘I’m so sorry’ and ‘I didn’t see you’ while the pedestrians and other bikers check you over.

You get up on your own, whole body trembling as the people gather your things and help you to the grassy patch on the side of the road. Somehow, you’ve managed to lift your bike up and pull it along with you. Nothing seems broken, it wheels smoothly as you walk it—that’s good, you tell yourself, probably not expensive to fix if anything is wrong.

When you sit down, you feel something drip down your face, running from the impact spot above your left eyebrow and running down the bridge of your nose.

“Am I bleeding?” You ask, knowing the asnwer is yes, but in your confused state, you need the validation, need to know that your brain isn’t lying in the middle of the road.

Someone presses a wad of tissue to the gash, confirming your question, while someone else hands you a water bottle, telling you to drink, that it’s important for your recovery until you can get to the hospital.

(A/N: I make a phone call to my dad here irl as all the people fussed over me. And he actually raced to the scene and was the one to drive me to the hospital in the end.)

Everything feels overwhelming. You’re completely surrounded by people on all sides. You should be crying, you should be screaming, yelling at the driver for being unattentive in traffic, but you don’t; you just sit quietly, answering the questions of all the people as they keep you awake.

You feel like you’re floating.

The grass is wet.

Someone suggest to move you to the bus shelter about thirty feet down from where you’re sitting, because there’s a bench there and you won’t get cold from sitting on the ground.

People start disappearing slowly as you get up—they need to get to work, you think, not stay with you, they don’t know you—your hands are around the handlebars of the bike once again, dragging it along, mostly to steady yourself, while someone brings your backpack in their hands.

“I have to call work and tell them I’m not gonna make it.” You state as they get you seated on the bench in the bus shelter. You find your phone, fingers fumbling to unlock it.

In your hazy state, you’re barely able to recall where your contact list is, you don’t call his office phone often, so it takes some time before you manage to press the call button on one of your contacts.

It rings twice before someone picks up.

“Hotchner.”

His voice is too lively and clear for it being...?—you pull the phone away from your ear, 7:30. He’s probably already at his desk working on the massive stack of paperwork in his inbox you saw last night before you went home.

“Hotch.” You whimper slightly into the phone before your voice turns flat, almost robotic, but still quivers slightly as you speak. “I’m not... I won’t make it to the office today. I just got hit by a car. Can you inform the others?”

The line goes dead silent.

Then he inhales sharply and says your name, in a tone softer than you’ve ever heard him use with you.

“Are you hurt? Where are you right now?” He asks, his questions nearly overwhelming you even further.

“I’m okay,” you answer, trying to gather your thoughts before continuing. “I think I have a concussion, but nothing seems broken. I’m on a bench in a bus shelter, and I’m gonna go to the hospital soon to get checked out. I just didn’t want you to think I was a no-show today.” You explain, babbling more information than he asked for, but is glad you shared.

“You were hit by a car,” he repeats. He sounds like he’s in disbelief, like he’s still trying to process the words you told him. “Which hospital? Tell me where you are.”

“I don’t know,” you admit. “The closest one?”

Hotch is about to ask you to stay on the line, at least until you’re at the hospital, but you’re already saying bye, telling him you have to go and ending the call, ready to go to the hospital.

You let the lady drive you to the ER after you lock your bicycle behind the bus shelter and check that your work laptop didn’t break—because you’re convinced Strauss would fire you if you had to apply for a new device.

Outside the ER, you ask the lady to send you all her details and a report of how she experienced the timeline of the accident.

You rattle off your phone number. She text you, just to be sure you remembered correctly—you did.

She keeps apologizing, and you keep telling her that it’s okay and that it was an accident. You just bid her farewell and that you’ll be in touch, before walking through the ER doors.

Inside, you find the nearest intake desk and tell the nurse stationed there what happened to you. She instantly gets you sat down, blood pressure cuff on—because you’re pale as a ghost—and calls it in.

She’s quickly beside you again, asking about your social security number to admit you. You’re amazed that you can recall it in its entirety.

The nurse is concerned about your low numbers, rechecks your blood pressure, and when they come back just as low, she guides you through the doors into the ER hallway and tells you to lie down on the gurney until she finds a room for you.

You lie there for what feels like hours, but in reality is less than thirty minutes. Nurses keep walking past you, eyeing you in passing to make sure that you’re not worsening.

You’re about to ask the next passing personnel for an update when the restricted access doors that you entered through burst open, and purposeful steps echo closer and closer to your bed.

You could pinpoint those steps from miles away.

Hotch strides through the hallway like he owns the place, already having spotted you—not that it was hard when you’re out in the open.

You push up slightly on your elbows, just enough to lift yourself to a position where you can see him approaching. “Aaron...?”

He’s at your side in seconds, flashing his credentials at the nurse about to threaten him with security.

Hotch looks at you, really looks at you. He takes in your injuries, the gash over your eyebrow, the road rash on your chin and nose, the way you look so tiny and broken in the hospital bed.

“I’m cold.” You whimper at him.

He doesn’t speak at first, just grabs your coat crumpled near your feet, and lays it on top of you like a blanket. “You said you were walking in,” he says quietly, worry evident in his tone.

“The lady who hit me drove me here.” Hotch brushes a hand across your forehead and over your hair, caressing the crown of your head with the softest look in his eyes. You can’t tell if he’s satisfied with the answer or not, but he definitely looks relieved that you didn’t walk all the way there.

Hotch sits with you in silence until a nurse comes and unlocks the wheels of your bed. He wheels the bed down the hall and into a proper room, giving you privacy, dimmer lights, and no passing eyes that seem more judgmental than concerned for your well-being.

Once situated in the room, the nurse clips a pulse-ox clip on your finger, telling you that the doctor will be in soon, and then he leaves.

Hotch sits in the chair next to your bed. Your coat has now been moved to his lap, and your back rests on top of it. He looks way too serious and domestic at the same time.

Thirty minutes pass before another nurse comes, cleans the gash over your eyebrow, and leaves.

It takes yet another thirty minutes before the doctor actually comes.

Hotch is with you all along. Quiet, observant of you, your health, the machines, everything. The only time you hear him speak is when he takes a call from Rossi, giving a quick update on your state ‘banged up but stable’ he says, chatting for another minute before hanging up at letting his focus return to you completely.

He starts by asking what happened, letting you recall the whole story. Meanwhile, he shines a light in your eyes, tells you to follow his finger, and checks your reactions while you talk.

When he’s satisfied, he moves on.

“You’re not gonna like me after this.” The doctor jokes as he starts pushing, with all his weight, on your hips, collarbones, squeezing your ribcage, moving your arms and legs. All to check your joints, to figure out how much pain you’re in, if anything is broken.

The doctor makes you peel your pants down enough to where he can physically see the spot on your thigh where you collided with the car. The bruise is already forming, and there’s what feels like a raised bump under your skin. But he’s not concerned about that.

He then moves on to your jaw, puts his hands in your mouth, checking your bite, looking at the spot where you bit yourself. It feels a little too clinical at this point. You voice your concerns about your potential concussion, but he doesn’t seem worried about it either.

The doctor tells you—well... Hotch mostly—to get some rest, to keep an eye on your injuries, to call your family medicine doctor if first if you feel nauseous and throw up, or if you generally take a turn for the worse.

You can sense that Hotch is starting to get a little annoyed with all the waiting as the doctor bids you a speedy recovery and tells you a nurse will be in shortly to give you a tetanus shot—just in case.

It’s been ages since you last got one, and you’re long overdue for a booster shot.

Yet another thirty minutes pass before the nurse comes; she barely readies the canula before she’s called away.

When she comes back, she finally manages to give you the shot and get you ready to be discharged.

It’s noon when they finally release you.

You slowly sit up, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. You feel disoriented as you go from lying to a sitting position, closing your eyes for a brief moment to steady yourself.

Hotch is quick to grab your elbow as you begin to lower yourself to the ground, holding you steady as your hips buck slightly with a flash of white-hot stabbing pain.

“Let me,” he says quietly. No room for argument—not that you have the energy for that.

You let him wrap your coat around you and slowly lead you out of the ER to his waiting car.

Getting into his car is a quest on its own. Hotch supporst nearly your entire weight as you slowly pivot and lower yourself into the passenger seat before carefully lifting your legs in and buckling your seatbelt.

The drive to your place is mostly quiet. You don’t know what to say, don’t know how to feel. You just watch the city slide by through the window, resting your forehead against the cold glass, bandage taking most of the coldness.

Hotch guides you straight to your bedroom as you make it up the stairs and into your apartment, not allowing your suggested detour to the couch—because you’re more comfortable in your bed.

And he’s right.

The bed looks heavenly as you enter the bedroom. Hotch pulls back your duvet and fluffs your pillows slightly before he helps lower you until you’re sitting on the edge of the bed.

Every muscle feels like you weren’t just hit by one singular car, but a fleet of buses.

You don’t know where he disappears to, but he somehow returns with a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

You should feel embarrassed by your boss helping you undress and redress yourself. But it’s Hotch. And he’s so nice. And he came to keep you company, and he would never do anything to you. You keep telling yourself.

It’s a battle in itself to get you out of your office attire. The shirt is fine and changed in seconds, but the jeans are a nightmare, an actual nightmare.

It nearly takes five minutes to get them peeled off your legs, and not without winces, whimpering, and one snapped “Aaron!” when he pulls a little too hard.

He kneels down in front of you, opening the one leg of the sweatpants like a pair of tights and tells you to steady yourself on his shoulder.

You stand up enough to where you can lift your leg into the leg of the sweatpants, your entire weight leaning against his shoulder. Hotch works as quickly as possible, and once they’re on, he helps you lower yourself back to the mattress and position yourself lying on your “good side”.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the dresser mirror across the room: still pale, the road rashes raw on your nose and chin, a thick white bandage over your eyebrow, your hand wrapped like a boxer’s, where you tried to brace your fall, but instead ended up scraping your palm open.

You look like you lost a fight with a truck. Which…isn’t far off to be honest.

Hotch pulls your duvet up over you before he sits carefully on the edge of your bed near your feet. His eyes search yours, assessing you, trying to figure out if you need anything, anything you’re not telling him, if you’ll be alright, anything.

“Get some sleep,” he says softly, placing a hand on your shin over the duvet, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Your body’s been through hell. You need the rest.”

“You don’t have to stay.” You whisper, alright fighting your eyelids as they get heavier and heavier by each passing second.

“I know.” Hotch moves his hand from your shin and brush as strand of hair behind your ear—he’s too good at this... but then againhe probably took care of a sick Jack enough times to know what to do, you think to yourself. “I’m not leaving yet. I’ll be out at your dining table with my laptop if you need anything. Just call my name. Even if you just need me to sit with you.” You give him a tiny nod, giving him the go-ahead, ‘allowing’ him to stay.

“Okay,” you manage.

Hotch brushes the back of his hand over your cheek before getting up. “Sleep,” he whispers, turning the light off and leaving the door slightly ajar.

You drift off to sleep the instant he leaves the room.

Hotch sets up on your dining table like promised. His laptop and the current working case file are open in front of him.

The team is gathered in the conference room at the BAU. And Hotch is on a video call connected to them.

He briefs them on the case—victimology, geographic profile, escalation patterns—guiding the discussion to the best of his abilities from thirty minutes away.

The briefing almost feels normal despite the unfamiliar background of your half-decorated kitchen and the string lights you never took down from Christmas.

Garcia lasts all of twenty minutes before she can’t contain herself anymore. “Okay, I’m sorry, I can’t... I just... Sir, with all due respect, how is she?” The words tumble out in a rush. “Our sweet, sweet, lovely (Y/N). Hit by a car. We’ve all been sitting here pretending to focus, but we’re worried sick.”

The room goes quiet.

Hotch’s expression softens. He leans back slightly in your dining chair, glancing toward the hallway as if checking that your bedroom door is still closed.

“She’s sleeping,” he says quietly. “Finally. I’m giving her an hour, then waking her up to make sure her condition isn’t getting worse.”

Garcia exhales like she’s been holding her breath for hours—she probably has.

Morgan leans forward, elbows on the table. “How bad is it, Hotch?”

He considers for a moment, choosing his words with care, debating how much you’d want him to tell them.

“No fractures, no internal bleeding. Significant bruising... especially the left thigh where the car made contact... and a laceration over her eyebrow, didn’t need stitches or glue though, so should be fine, but will leave a scar. Road rash on her face and palm. The hip and lower back took the worst of the impact when she landed, so she’s in a lot of pain. They gave her a tetanus shot and sent her home with strict instructions to rest and keep movement minimal for the next few days.”

Prentiss frowns. “And the head?”

“They’re calling it a mild traumatic brain injury. She never lost consciousness. Officially, they don’t think it rises to concussion protocol.” He pauses, jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. “She disagrees. Says the light sensitivity and headache feel worse than they’re admitting. She’s had a concussion before, so I trust her judgment a little more on that. We’ll monitor it, though.”

“She must be terrified.” Garcia’s eyes are glassy now.

“She was in shock at first,” Hotch admits. “Very calm on the phone... too calm, honestly. But she’s taken everything really well so far.”

“You staying with her?” JJ asks.

“For tonight, yes.” Hotch’s tone leaves no room for discussion. “She shouldn’t be alone until we see how she responds the next twenty-four hours minimum. I’ll work remotely while you guys travel to L.A. for the case, unless the world burns and it’s life or death.”

“Tell her we’re all thinking about her. And that we’ve got the case covered.” Reid speaks up softly.

“I will,” Hotch says.

There’s a beat of silence.

Garcia sniffs once, then straightens. “Okay. Okay. We’ll be brilliant and catch this creep fast so you can focus on taking care of her. And tell her I’m sending cupcakes. The good kind. With sprinkles.”

“She’ll appreciate that.”

He glances toward your bedroom again, hearing nothing but soft, even breathing through the cracked door.

Satisfied, he turns back to the screen.

“All right. Let’s get back to the profile.”

The team nods, refocusing on the case.