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beautyandbrcins:
( message - hotch ) [¼] definitely not that [2/4] how about you stop drinking for one [¾] and if you want to, you can come over.
( ✉ → sms ) [1/3] im out of alcohl anyway [2/3] i cant drive like this [3/3] i dont want jack to see me like this
cxmpendium:
“Sir.”
Shiro stood in front of the office, given the orders received from the Garrison; whether he liked it or not. Standing at attention in the suit which had been given to him. “My name is Takashi Shirogane, from the Garrison. Effective immediately I have been assigned to your unit via the General and the behalf of the USA Government.”
And he looked up, and
this definitely wasn’t a man he knew. He was dressed in a way he recognized, though couldn’t put a finger on--that is, until the other mentioned the Garrison. (What the hell did they want here?)
“There’s no need for such formalities,” Aaron said, not really sure if he was even in a higher position than Shirogane. “Aaron Hotchner, though I’m certain you’ve heard.” He held out a hand, and raised his eyebrows. “Perhaps I’ve just not received the message yet, but is there a particular reason you’re here?” Was there some crime that had happened near the Garrison? Did they have to investigate a space thing? That would be cool.
demisio:
❛ okay, ❜ carl says after a moment’s hesitation, taking a step closer to the man. if he’s telling the truth, then his group truly is no threat to the prison. but the boy can’t take any chances that might put their safety in jeopardy. ❛ can you show me ? ❜
Aaron watches as the
boy takes a step towards him, and takes the moment to regain some composure. The question about his group causes a small frown to cross his face, and he takes a breath. “How can I trust you won’t have your group try to kill us?”
aconstellationofsinsx:
“Oh I’m sorry, we aren’t used to people who aren’t– well family in the building it’s quite off the beaten path. As I said, I’m Alice this Miller. And those are my children Levana and Amar,” Alice gestured to her children who stood in the doorway amused by the new neighbors lack of reaction. Alice’s face burned red from embarrassment at the whole situation as she helped Miller, dusted him off and straightened his clothes as per normal but instead of shoving him on his was with a I love you but please get it together, kissed his cheek. “I love you but you’ve got to stop this. Get it together man, go make up with your dad or whatever you need to do but stop it,” and with that she shoved him on his way. Then she turned back Aaron. “I’m sorry we had to meet like this, I promise you this is rare. Did we break anything?” alice asked helping his gather his things that Miller and she had knocked about. When she heard Miller shriek from down then saw Ezariah come from the stairwell. “I found her! Hey Ally you know Miller’s off his leash too?” the long haired man walk around the corner holding a snake. “I let him go,” she called back rolling her eyes. “Pet escapes however are rather common. I recommend installing door in guards if your afraid of snakes,” She giggled a little as the man put it around his neck walking up the stairs. “You two should come for dinner,”
Alice was right--this
building was pretty off the normal map. That was most of the reason Aaron had chosen it--the rates were low, and he’d hoped that that would mean peace and quiet; but things were never easy for him, after all. He watched as the rest of the family gathered at the door, and Jack waved at the two children, offering a small smile.
“No, no, we don’t have much,” Aaron said, shaking his head. There were some clothes strewn about, and he appreciated her help in getting them together. It was almost better, but a shriek down the hall shattered the struggling sense of peace that he’d already had dropped.
Jack’s eyes sparkled upon seeing the snake, and he immediately started tugging at Aaron’s pants. “Dad, that’s a snake,” he began, excitement tinging his voice. It was the first time Aaron’d seen his son out of the stupor induced by the funeral, and thus, he was able to feel a little better about the idea of waking up with a limbless reptile on his bedside table. Maybe things could be okay in this strange building.
An invitation to dinner was unexpected, but appreciated. “Maybe, if we can get settled in,” Aaron said, doing his best to offer a smile. “We’ve had a very rough week, but I bet this little man wants to see what other zany things you guys have up your sleeves."
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(( Oh hi there, I’m not dead.
So the good news is that school’s almost over! Awesome! All my difficult stuff is done now, I just have to make it through three exams. No big deal.
There’s actually no bad news, because I’m not gonna be inactive beyond the original day I had planned. So! I’ll be back on here and ready to write by the end of May. (And also the rest of my blogs.)
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(( Hey, I’m not dead.
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beautyandbrcins:
she couldn’t help but let out a small scoff at his words. did he really think that alex didn’t make her mother cry a lot? okay, so maybe he was right. maybe she didn’t make haley cry as much as he did, but she can remember plenty of times where she was the reason for the tears in her mother’s eyes. times that she never really brought up to anyone; they are times that she relives on her worst days, when she questions if her mother actually knew how much her daughter loved her. “maybe not as much, but i know i made her cry plenty of times…”
letting out a sigh, alex ran a hand through her hair. the fact that aaron is here with her means more to her than she can truly express. then again, she’s not entirely sure if she wants to tell him just how much it means to her that he would drop everything just to come to her aide when he thought she was in trouble. there have been plenty of times where she’d believed that his job ranked higher on his priority list than her or jack - but now, now she was seeing that maybe she’d had it wrong all those years.
“don’t blame yourself. please. i can’t handle it if you think this is your fault.” the tears continued to fall as she spoke, but she didn’t care anymore. it was obvious this conversation would be difficult from the start, and she’d thrown all care of hiding her vulnerability out the window long ago. “you’re not supposed to profile me, remember? i always yelled and told you not to. so it’s not your fault that you didn’t figure this out. i didn’t want you to know. it wasn’t your problem to handle. it was mine; all mine.”
how can she tell him that she’d wanted to let him know what was going on a long time ago? but that she didn’t know how he’d react. she didn’t know if he’d think differently of her, or if he’d even care. that was one thing she knew she couldn’t voice out loud, because if she told him that she thought he didn’t care about her well-being… she knew that it would kill him.
as they pulled over, she looked over at him, her eyes red and her cheeks tear-stained. and his words sounded so sincere, and yet there was still a part of her that wasn’t sure if she fully believed what he was telling her. “i think you’d be better off,” she muttered quietly. “better off without a kid like me.” she couldn’t look at him as she said those words; she couldn’t see his face as they pierced his ears. “i love you too, daddy. i love you so much. that’s why i wanted to do this. i wanted to give you and jack a chance to live a peaceful life. a life without a major screw-up in it…”
He didn’t contest her
claim, because there wasn’t more time for casual small talk--it was all coming to a head, and there were more things to focus on than mourning how many times the dead cried. Aaron was silent, eyes wide, having to focus on his breathing. Keep it together, you’re not in a position to do this to Alex. You can’t be weak. You can’t be weak.
“I don’t blame myself,” he said, his tone not indicating if it was a lie or the truth. He couldn’t let her fixate on that, he couldn’t let her hate herself for that. “It was my problem, Alex--it is my problem. Your wellbeing matters more to me than anything else in the world.” (Aside from Jack’s wellbeing, which was on the same level, but he knew that mentioning the other sibling could have potentially negative effects, so there wasn’t time for that. This was about Alex, not anyone else.)
No, he wouldn’t be better off without her, but he knew he couldn’t get that through to her--he knew there was no magical cure for what was happening to her, what happened to him, and all he could do is stare at his sobbing daughter, try to not have an expression that could make things worse (so in his head, having no expression was the best thing to do.) She looked away, but he still refused to soften his features.
“Alex, I can promise you--I wouldn’t be. No one would be.” His heart ached as he watched her come apart, and Aaron did something he hadn’t done in a very, very long time--he leaned forward to try and hug his sobbing daughter. “Alex, honey, I’m never gonna have a peaceful life--that’s my job, and I’m okay with that. And Jack loves you, he loves you, so, so much; I know you get on each other’s nerves, but he’d be devastated to lose you, too. I know you can’t feel it--just believe me.”
thiirdboy:
▐░▒▓ ►► 「 ɴᴏ. 03 ; 」
HOTCHNER STARTS TO
speak before the announcement comes on over the intercom, but he seems to drop it the moment it does. He leaves Shinji with parting words before he can turn and leave for the changing rooms: a party.
The notion provides only a shred of comfort, but it’s comfort nonetheless, even if it’s accompanied by Hotchner’s stone- carved features. Misato would probably let them…and maybe the others would like it.
* * *
And so, after the preparation which seems to go by much too quickly, the four pilots are mounted and in position. Even from their start positions, Shinji can see the Angel’s slow descent, and his heart practically leaps into his throat. He looks to his right, and sees Unit-00. Rei will be there. To his left, Unit-02. Asuka. And just beyond her, Unit-07. Jack.
The Third is to hold the Angel off with an A.T Field, while the others corner and target the core. Do not let it make contact with the city.
The jargon of technicians crackles through the speakers — LCL ionization, his A.T Field. Shinji is tempted to contact Jack, who looks all too ready for combat over in his Evangelion. But what is he to say? What is there to say?
If Shinji has a last thought to send to Jack, or Jack’s father, or any of the others, it’s only a second too late.
❝ Now, launch!! ❞
Time flies by as
everyone gets ready, people get to their positions, children are rushed to their mechs. Aaron takes a place in the command room, silent, watching, not having much to say, but wanting to make sure everyone (Jack) is okay.
But Jack’s not thinking about any of that--he’s excited, thrilled, ready in his skintight suit as he sits in the EVA, remembers everything he’s been learning the past couple weeks. He’s supposed to keep the being from the city, keep everyone safe, and help destroy the core. He’s watched the videos of previous fights, and he’s ready. He thinks he’s ready. He’s ready.
As LCL floods the chamber, he nearly bounces in his seat. They’ve got five minutes, they can do this, and he’ll get to help keep everyone alive and happy and safe.
And they launch--
and Jack’s suddenly above ground, and 07 is sprinting next to 03, next to 02, next to 00, and they’re going to save the day.
But in the control room, something’s different, something’s wrong. The angel’s not staying on course, it’s getting faster. Aaron’s silent as Misato shouts commands, his face tensing. What if something goes wrong? What if something goes wrong? What if something happens to Jack?
And something might just happen to Jack, because he’s the closest to the angel, because he pipes up “I’ll hold it, don’t worry!” No one’s expecting his sudden burst of speed, and as rampways are raised and buildings become stepping stones, Aaron selfishly wishes someone else would pick up the pace. He has the authority to make Jack stand down, but there’s a feeling his son won’t want to listen, and there’s not much one can do to punish an EVA pilot that would really affect Jack.
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“The ambitious Agent Hotchner? Do you want to be director of the FBI someday, Agent Hotchner? Would you step on Jason Gideon to get there? I think you would. Post-traumatic stress is a very good excuse. Even your sick, pregnant wife can’t get you to leave your post. Jason Gideon, an expert in the criminal psyche, yet unable to diagnose the autistic leanings of the very insecure Doctor Reid. Well, maybe he can make money-counting cards in Las Vegas. The lovely Elle was promoted too soon. She doesn’t have what it takes to make it in the BAU Boys Club. You’re no threat to me, you’re no threat to anyone. And token Derek Morgan wants to be taken seriously, but he is just a pumped-up side of beef.”
>>>Season 01, Episode 05: Broken Mirror
out of curiosity, i noticed you listed aaron in his dossier as a (trans) male, can you explain what this means to me? i'm curious and quite confused by things like this! :) i hope this doesn't come off as rude or ignorant, i've just never been very good at knowing what things like this meant!
Hi, hello! This doesn’t come off as rude or ignorant at all, I’m happy to answer!
A transgender individual does not identify with the gender they were assigned at birth. If I imagined Aaron as a cisgender individual (one who does identify with the gender they were assigned at birth), then his gender would most likely be listed as “(cis) male.” Being transgender is a very real thing, and there are tons of people out there who are!
A lot of people would imagine that Aaron is a “normal,” stereotypical man, but I’ve been writing him for a long time, and over the years, I’ve developed headcanons about him from everything about his favorite foods to his gender identity. My Aaron muse was born with a “female” body (having a vagina), and over time, he realized he was a man, and as an adult received HRT and surgeries to make him look more male passing (even enabling stubble that we see in one episode of Season 7!)
Gender identity is a very large topic of discussion, and if you want to discuss it with me more in depth, I’d be happy to do so!
TL;DR: My Aaron muse was born with a “DFAB” (designated female at birth) body, but identifies as (and is!) a man.
beautyandbrcins:
She listens to his words - to his story of why he and her mother ended up together. She listens not just because she wants to know the truth behind it, but because it means she doesn’t have to speak. Nor does she have to think, which seems to be good for her, because it’s the time she spends locked in her head that’s led her down this dark, dark road.
“Mom really didn’t like you being in the bureau. I can remember her crying a few times after Jack was born. She didn’t know that I heard her, but I did…” She trails off, unsure if she should be divulging this or not. She doesn’t want to make her father feel worse than he probably already does, given everything that happened to Haley. She bites her lip, refraining from speaking any more on the subject, and continues to stare down and away from him. She knows that if she looks at him - if she truly takes in everything he’s telling her - that she won’t be able to hold back the tears any longer.
“Yeah, you’re here…” she responds in a whisper. “I’m happy you’re here…” The saddest smile she’s ever conjured appears on her face for half a second before completely disappearing. His next question catches her off guard somewhat, but she manages not to say anything right away. How can she admit to being scared? To not knowing if she would ever have the guts to do what she wants so badly to do at times?
After sitting in silence for a couple of minutes, she decides she has to answer. It’s now or never, and she has a feeling if she says nothing, that won’t mean the issue will be dropped. “All the time,” she answers, her voice still quiet, just barely above a whisper now. “When I lay down at night. When I’m not busy doing something. Any time my mind isn’t focused on other things, all I think about is how much better life would be for everyone else if I wasn’t in it. How much better things might be if it wasn’t mom who had died that night…”
And that’s all it takes. The first tear falls, and they continue to come. He’s telling her she’s not alone, but she doesn’t believe him. She feels alone every day of her life. She feels like nobody notices her struggling. Or if they do, they don’t care. Not enough to say anything to her. Not enough to really want to listen when they ask her how she’s doing each day.
“You’re not bad at your job. I’m just really good at hiding things from you. That’s how it’s supposed to be. You weren’t ever supposed to find out about any of this. Not until it was too late for you to do anything. I didn’t want to bother you with my stupid teenage hormones and my feelings of inadequacy. How was I supposed to tell you that I think I’m the worst daughter in the world? Or that I think you and Jack would be so better off without me in your lives?”
Her crying doesn’t cease. She’s unable to stop, even if she wanted to. She’s looking at her father now and wondering why her mind is like this. Why she’s so messed up. And she voices it out loud.
“Why am I such damaged goods?”
Of course Haley didn’t
like it--that’s something Aaron’s always known, but there’s something about actually hearing it that still hurts. His actions had consequences, his stupid devotion had hurt his family, still hurt his family. He’s such an idiot, isn’t he? “Well, at least you didn’t make her cry as much as I did, huh?” Not really a comforting thing to say, Aaron, jeez. Get your life together.
She’s happy he’s here and that hurts him, that hurts him so much, because what’s he ever done for her? What’s he done but be a shitty parent who’s never there until it’s almost too late, until it is too late? “Yeah,” he says, trying to not let his self-hatred show. “I’m here.”
And she’s scared, and what’s he supposed to tell her? That he can make it go away? He’s definitely not telling her he’s still struggling with all of this. He’s got to be strong, she doesn’t need to be comforting him, he’s her dad. “Oh, Alex--”
And she’s crying, and he stops, and he has to breathe. He’s going to have to pull over on the side of the road, he can’t keep driving like this (but he continues to do so anyway, because there’s no one on the road). “My job’s uncovering secrets, I--I don’t know.” His voice strains, and he lets out a noise that kind of sounds like a groan and a moan without actually opening his mouth.
It’s her final words that make him hit the brakes, make him pull over next to a house, make him look at her with determined, warm eyes. “Alex, you’re not damaged goods, you’re--oh my God, I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize. I’m-- I love you, Alex. I don’t know what would’ve happened if--I don’t know where I’d be if you were gone, too.”
demisio:
❛ i see, ❜ carl murmurs, DOUBT plaguing his tone of voice. he lowers the gun steadily, but only so much that it’s pointing at the ground, ready to be raised again if such needs arise. he can’t be too trusting, especially when the stranger is so much OLDER than him. who knows what trouble could occur. ❛ and where are you staying ? ❜
At least the kid
isn’t pointing a gun at him anymore, right? God, Aaron’s making a mess out of himself. This is really sad.
“There’s a campsite near here, we stopped there. We don’t intend staying long. We don’t want trouble.”
fatecrossed:
this had hit all of them hard. it didn’t take a profiler to know that, it just took someone with a heart, a mind, a conscious. some cases would always be like that: they were human at their core, vulnerable as anyone else, despite their special training.
“you have no reason to be sorry,” jj replies quickly with a shake of her head. a hand reaches forward, placing itself on his upper arm. “this wasn’t your fault.”
The carnage, the
bloodshed, he can’t handle it, he’s always been so good at handling it in the past, but these are children, this is disgusting and terrible, and Aaron knows he could’ve prevented it, if only he’d been faster, if only he’d been smarter--
But JJ cuts him off, and he takes a breath. “We wasted time because of me. If we hadn’t--”
No, there’s no time for this. He can’t stay here like this. So why can’t he move?
seanhotchner:
Mike was struggling. Mike was struggling, throwing a weak shot for Sean’s cheek, and the man swiftly moved his head out of harm’s way. His next movement brought hands down to pin the assailant’s arms to the floor, his right knee swinging up to push against the thief’s crotch threateningly.
Aaron’s scuffled movements fell on distracted ears, and Sean’s grip tightened before he looked behind himself. His brother was crawling for the kitchen, clearly a phone in his thoughts. The grunts and yelps of pain from the other made him wince.
Mostly from worry, partly from knowing.
A snarky comment crossed his mind, but he pushed it away. It was a coping mechanism of sorts, and one he was trying to break. His voice carried into the other room, his knee pressing gently into the crotch once more.
“You okay, Aaron?!”
And if Mike had ever wanted to have children one day, with a future, imaginary partner, his chances had sharply decreased. (Or, well, they were going to, but he knew the rage of a sibling.) He struggled to get his arms free from the other’s grasp, and spat in his face. Was all of this worth it? Probably not. But he didn’t like losing.
Aaron wanted to cry, but he couldn’t cry, especially with Sean so near. What, this pain was nothing, right? He’d been stabbed before, he’d felt worse. (Him trying to make it seem like less did nothing to help with the pain.) A call to make sure he was still in the game, and Aaron tried to respond, but couldn’t--instead letting out what was a louder, cringier gasp. Awesome.
Using most of his remaining strength, he stood on his good leg, and grabbed the phone from the counter, before toppling. Three digits later, he felt his arms go limp, the phone escaping his grasp. Was he being overdramatic? Maybe, but something was making all of this worse. (It was the fact that he’d been shot. But he’d never admit that.)
