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Ivy - Part 3

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Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Sean Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Series summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend, Sean, is going great. Well, that is until you meet his older brother, Aaron.

Part 1 Part 2

Chapter summary: You have a fight with Sean, and find shelter in his brother's house.

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“No way,” you said to your friend who was on the other end of the phone. “Shut up!”

Sean was switching channels on the TV, unable to decide what to watch. Your reactions to whatever your friend was telling you caught his attention, and made him even more uninterested in watching television. He was more interested in you.

“Send me pictures as soon as you get ready tonight. It’s going to look so stunning on you, especially with your black dress,” you squealed with excitement. “Okay, talk to you later. Love you!”

“What happened?” Sean asked, curious, when you hung up.

“Okay so, remember when I went to Madeline’s the other day?”

He nodded, urging you to continue.

“Well, we were looking at jewelry and she showed me this necklace she has been obsessing over for months now, and obviously she knew she could never afford it ‘cause it’s like four thousand dollars. Anyway, she left the tab open on her laptop by accident and her boyfriend saw it and bought it for her as a surprise, can you believe it?”

Sean stayed silent, so you felt the need to explain yourself.

“I mean I’m not into that kind of stuff, but she loves jewelry so she got excited-”

“You don’t have to do that,” he cut you off.

“Do what?”

“Try to make me feel better about myself.”

“That’s not what I’m doing,” you defended yourself.

“Come on, everyone likes expensive things,” he said.

“Well yeah, but that’s not what I prioritize in a relationship. That’s not what I care about.”

“Y/N, I told you, you don’t have to do that,” he raised his voice slightly.

“Why are you trying to pick up a fight over nothing?”

“I just don’t like being pitied.”

“That’s not what’s happening. I just didn’t want you to think that I expect gifts like that from you. I only got excited for my friend,” you explained to him.

“Sure.”

That annoyed you. “Okay, Sean, I’m not gonna do this right now. If this is something you’re insecure about, you can’t put it on me; not when I’m being nothing but supportive on your new beginning.”

“Don’t you get it that just by saying these things you make me feel small?”

“That’s enough,” you raised your tone. “We’re supposed to be together in this. You’re not supposed to be embarrassed about how much money you make when it comes to me. We’re supposed to be doing life together.”

“How can I do this when you’re swooning over a gift that could pay our rent for god knows how many months?”

“I didn’t ask you to buy me the fucking necklace, Sean! I didn’t even know you felt like this. I thought…I thought we were doing good.”

“We are,” his voice softened. “We are. You’re the reason I’ve am in the place that I am. You are the one good thing in my life.”

“Then what was this?” your voice softened like his.

“I just feel like I’m not good enough for you.”

“Sean…If you don’t work on yourself - no matter what I say or do - I’ll never convince you you’re good enough just the way you are.”

You tried to move closer to him, comfort him with you touch, but he stopped you.

“Not right now.”

Sean had left the house not even twenty minutes after your fight. He wanted his space and you respected that, so you didn’t call or text him. He’d come back when he was ready.

Still, you were left alone with your thoughts, in an empty house, overthinking the argument. You had stopped crying, but your chest was feeling heavy and your heart was beating fast from anxiety. Fighting with your boyfriend never failed to make you feel sad, stressed and really fucking lonely.

You wanted to talk to someone, you needed a hug, but it was getting late and you didn’t wanna bother anyone by waking them up over a possibly stupid problem.

You couldn’t help your thoughts from traveling to a certain someone. He was definitely awake at this time. Your heart fluttered at the thought of his face. His furrowed brows and dark eyes focused on a piece of paper, refusing to sleep, determined to figure out a case.

Suddenly you needed to see him.

Maybe you could drive to his house. And if he wasn’t there, he would simply not open the door and you’d drive back home. No damage done.

So you followed the plan. Arriving at his house, though, you finally realized what you were doing. And what you were doing was one word: stupid.

What if Jack was there and he was asleep? You’d wake the kid up just by ringing the bell.

Or what if Aaron had someone over? You cringed at the thought of the door opening, and you standing there with eyes red from crying, looking up at Aaron and then noticing a girl in a pretty dress, sitting on the couch behind him and asking him who’s at the door.

You shut your eyes to shake the thought away. What an awful image. You hated the girl in the pretty dress already.

“What if you just texted him to check?” the little devil on your shoulder suggested and who were you to say no?

You: Are you awake?

Aaron: Yes. Is everything okay?

You: Yeah don’t worry. Are you home?

Aaron: I am. Is something wrong?

You: I’m outside. Can you open the door?

You heard his footsteps and your heart got crazy. Soon the door opened and you saw him.

Casual Aaron: the best Aaron.

“Y/N, are you okay? What’s wrong?” his voice was worried and soft and it made you melt and soon the tears were back in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go,” your voice broke.

“What happened?” he asked, and walked closer to you. His hands touched your shoulders. “Are you hurt? Tell me.”

You shook your head no. “I’m fine. Sean and I had a fight and-” you paused because of a sob, “and I didn’t wanna be alone. I’m sorry if you have plans, I can go, it’s totally fine.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said and moved his hand on your back to urge you to walk into his home.

You took a look around. No girl in a pretty dress on his couch, thank God.

“Can I sit?”

“Of course. Do you need anything? Some water maybe? Or tea to calm you down?”

“Maybe later,” you smiled and sat down.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?” he asked when he took a seat next to you.

“We fought over the stupidest thing. And I’m starting to doubt if it was even his fault in the first place. Maybe I hurt his feelings without realizing? But then again, before today, I had never talked about guys spoiling their girlfriends or anything. So what was that? I don’t know…”

Aaron listened to you without saying anything.

“You must think I’m talking nonsense,” you said.

He smiled. “It’s a bit hard to understand you fully without context, but most of your words make sense to me. It’s normal not to know who’s at fault after a fight. Sometimes in the process of trying to understand the other person’s feelings we invalidate our own. ”

“Okay, Oprah,” you sniffled.

He glared at you. “That’s the thanks I get for trying to help.”

“Sorry,” you giggled. “Thank you. And thank you for letting me in.”

“Y/N, of course. My home is always open for you.”

Somehow you already knew that. That’s why you were there when it was almost midnight.

“Is Jack here?”

“Mhm…he’s sleeping,” Aaron said. “He had a football game today so he was exhausted. He fell asleep in two seconds. I didn’t even manage to finish reading him a single page of the book.”

“Sweet angel,” you laughed fondly.

“If you stay here tonight, you’ll see him in the morning.”

“Aaron, I don’t wanna intrude. I’ll be just fine,” you quickly responded.

“There’s no way I’m letting you drive back home this late alone. And because I can’t leave Jack here to drive you myself - unless Sean comes here to pick you up - you’re staying,” he said.

“But-”

“No buts.”

“Okay,” you whispered.

You sat there in silence for a bit. Until you decided to break it.

“Aaron?”

“Hm?”

“Can you hold me for a bit?” you asked and in a matter of seconds he had pulled you into his strong arms.

You buried your nose in the crook of his neck. Of course he smelled like heaven. Why did he have to smell like heaven?

This hug was exactly what you needed to finally let go. Your eyes felt watery again and you started crying, quietly this time.

You cried because Sean didn’t feel like he was good enough for you. You cried because Sean loved you, he really did, but there you were, in his brother’s arms, and there was no place you’d rather be. You cried because the thoughts you had about Aaron the night before made you feel dirty. You cried because being held by Aaron felt safer than anything in the world. You cried because you realized that your heart had finally slowed down just by beating against his.

“Y/N!” Jack’s sweet voice filled the kitchen.

“Hi, angel,” you gave him a hug as he ran to you. “Good morning!”

“Good morning! Are you gonna have breakfast with us?” he asked, and started jumping up and down when your hug was over.

“I am,” you grinned.

“Can I sit with you?”

“Of course,” you said and pulled him on your lap. “Your daddy made pancakes. But we have to add some fruit too, right?”

He made a face.

“Jack,” you scolded him, but were biting back a smile.

“Fine,” he said and grabbed a fork from the table.

“Maybe I should have you here every morning, if you can convince him that easily,” Aaron interrupted.

“Best job ever,” you joked and kissed Jack’s cheek.

The two of you laughed and Aaron joined you at the table.

Who knew that eating pancakes with two cute Hotchners could be so healing? You had almost forgotten that you had cried yourself to sleep the night before, with Aaron’s scent on his sheets being your only comfort. You felt so bad that he had slept on the couch because of you, but it was obvious that there was no way he’d let you sleep there instead.

After taking the last bite from your plate, you noticed the screen of your phone light up.

Sean: Babe I’m sorry. Where are you? I wanna talk.

You lifted your head and your eyes met with Aaron’s.

“All good?” he mouthed at you, so Jack wouldn’t notice.

You smiled at him and nodded your head.

You could steal a few peaceful moments with them before you had to deal with real life. It was safe there and you weren’t ready to let go just yet.

Part 4

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hotched · 2 years

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First Day

Summary: No one likes the first day of class. No one except for you. Only when it means you have a beautiful new professor to admire.

Masterlist to A Million Little Times series

Word Count: 1068

Warnings: first day anxiety, little spicy allusions to sex

A/N: thank you to @fatherhotchner for giving me the push to write this & helping with the series title & being an all over joy. This took a lot out of me to write because it is based on my real life experiences of the man who taught me how to love many years ago (who may have also been my professor 🤭) so who better than to project those feelings onto than the god-like man himself 🤤

Gif credit goes to @lilygarlands <3

There is nothing more stressful than being a freshman. Not knowing the campus or the people and awaiting the horror stories they give about professors, it would give the strongest, most confident of people anxiety. Or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself.

Everyone else is just as lost and confused as you are. Fake it until you make it. Just walk it off, that’s all you had to do.

The first class went fine. You recognized enough of the people from orientation that you felt like you were in the right place and everyone made nervous jokes. The professor was lackluster but bearable. He didn’t seem like he would be a hard ass so you had some hope.

Your second class went about the same. One of the girls from your first class ended up in your second as well so you struck up a conversation on schedules and seemed to hit it off. You had three classes together, your first two of the day and then your fourth. All you had to do was brave your third class and then you would have another friendly face again.

Little did you know just how drastically your life would change in that third class. The moment you stepped into the classroom, you got chills. There was a warm feeling in the room, not from the temperature or an abundance of decorations, but from his presence. He was looking down at papers on his desk when you wandered in, early, and went to find a seat. You chose the third row, close enough to see but not close enough for anyone to think you were a teacher’s pet. Sitting down, the noise must have drawn his attention because you got caught observing him before you averted your stare towards the wall. His molten brown eyes were looking you over, his gaze making you feel suddenly exposed. You tried to peek out of the corner of your eyes to see his reaction without making it obvious. Hoping he would get bored and look away, you continued to study the wall and wait for the rest of the class to wander in.

His eyes didn’t leave you until the next student came in, peeking their head around the corner to make sure they weren’t the first one in. When she saw you, she shot you a small smile and found a seat behind yours. You finally felt like you could breathe, now that his intense stare was elsewhere occupied, back to scribbling on the pages in front of him. The rest of the class eventually ran in right before class started and you found yourself somewhat giddy in anticipation of what his voice would sound like. You hadn’t let yourself admire him for long but that initial look revealed dark, tousled hair that hung low onto his forehead and high cheekbones below dark circles and bushy eyebrows. He was exactly your type.

“Good afternoon, class” he spoke, voice strong and deep in a way that made your thighs clench and eyelids droop. His eyes were sweeping through the 30 or so people in the class but always hesitated momentarily on you.

“My name is Professor Hotchner but you can call me Hotch. I worked as a prosecutor for 13 years before I was asked to teach here at the university. I will grade harder than any of your other professors, but encourage discussion on your scores. You should have received your syllabus from me early last week, for those that read it and ordered the materials already, congratulations. You have a much higher chance of succeeding in this class than those that have not” his voice rang out like thunder against the bare brick walls and silent class, “I won’t waste your time and mine by having you go around and introduce yourselves. The school provides your ID pictures along with your names so I already recognize most of your faces. However, I would recommend that you take the time to introduce yourselves to each other. You will need their help this semester. Here is what you can expect…”

The absolute authority in his voice made your insides clench, both in panic and desire. You had already started reading the required textbook sections to prepare for the intense course load of university so you weren’t too worried about the class. Instead, you were excited to utilize office hours to talk to the dreamy professor about your notes on the required texts so far.

You spent the majority of the class daydreaming, eyes glazed over as you halfheartedly watched him pace the front of the room as he talked about what the upcoming semester would entail. Maybe you should have paid more attention, but between the honey tones in his eyes and the warming quality to his voice, you were fighting the urge to not fall into a complete daze.

When everyone started to get up, you were shaken out of your thoughts and forced back into reality where his hands weren’t wrapped around your neck or pulling your hair. Instead, they were gripping the textbook he had been discussing as his eyes sought out your own. You shot him a quick grin that you feared was more grimace than smile and quickly packed up your things. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him start towards the door but was quickly interrupted by another student who started asking rapid fire questions about the syllabus. The scowl on his face as his gaze burnt into your back would stay with you throughout the rest of the day.

You couldn’t concentrate through your fourth class but thankfully, it went by quickly. After making the trek back to your dorm, you flung yourself face first into your mattress and let the steady smell of home calm your racing heart. Your roommate was gone, thankfully, so you had some time to come to terms with your new reality before you had to push it down.

You spent what felt like hours reliving the same daydream from earlier that day mixed in with the new tones of his voice you heard during his lecture. With one last sigh, you forced yourself up out of bed and to the shower. Your roommate talked about going out that night so you wanted to start getting ready to distract yourself from thoughts of your unattainable professor.

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Aaron Hotchner | Pariahville

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jaspxr · 2 years

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hotchs-bitch · 2 years

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Nights Like These

Credits: Gif credits to @fatherhotchner, inspo credit to this request! Feel free to leave me blurb or oneshot requests here

Summary: The housewife lifestyle isn’t all about sex. Sometimes, you just enjoy nights like these.

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: ~1.5k

Warnings: housewife dynamic (SFW)

Find it on ao3 here, or under the cut. Happy reading <3

Maybe traffic is bad. Aaron left the office a while ago, long enough that he should be home already. You’re just wondering if you should call him when you hear a key slide into the lock.

The door creaks open, and you hear the familiar, “Honey, I’m home,” ring out in the entryway. His voice is deep, rich, painted with relaxation in a traditionalist sort of way. He sounds happy, and it fills your heart to know that you’re the sole reason for the lilting joy in his voice.

“Hello, dear,” you call out, setting down your activity before going to greet him. “How was your day?”

“Mm… better after 5 o’clock, as always.” Aaron puts a hand on your lower back and pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “Reid passed his firearm certification test, so he can carry in the field now.”

You kiss back until he lets go of you. “That’s good, I know you’ve been putting a lot of work into helping him. I’m glad it paid off,” you praise, leading him to the living room.

He sinks into his armchair, toes his shoes off. His feet slide into the slippers you’ve left there, and he picks up the newspaper before reclining a little. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll take a glass of water while you finish up with dinner. How was your day?”

You move to the kitchen to retrieve his water, keeping an eye on him through the doorway. “It was good, thank you.”

“It looks great in here,” he compliments, taking the glass from you when you bring it back over. “What’s that?”

You follow his gaze to the coffee table. Sitting on the wooden surface is a decorative bowl housing a deck of cards and a couple of cigars. Next to the bowl sits a few books and the object of Aaron’s attention, a woven basket containing the starter kit you bought yourself.

“Oh, that? It’s for cross stitching.” You tidy the supplies in the basket, fiddling with its placement until you’re satisfied.

“I didn’t know you knew how to cross stitch,” he remarks, eyeing you over the flipped-down corner of his newspaper. “New hobby?”

“Just started this week,” you respond, breezing back into the kitchen. A few minutes later, the timer on the stove dings. “Dinner is ready, darling!” You call out, plating the food.

Aaron walks through the kitchen to the dining room, pausing just long enough to kiss your cheek. “It smells great. What are we having?”

“Tuna jello salad with a cream cheese mousse.” You don’t miss a beat in your answer, and Aaron freezes in his tracks before speaking in the most strained voice you’ve ever heard.

“You made what?”

“I’m kidding! It’s pork chops in port wine sauce.” You set the plates down, eyeing the level of his water glass before taking a seat.

Aaron just snorts, shakes his head a little as he continues to the dining room. “Good. If I have one hard limit, it’s jello meals that look like vomit.”

“Good limit,” you agree after a beat of thinking about it. “Yeah, same for me. Jello desserts are a maybe, though.”

“No jello desserts.” He takes a seat, cutting into the meat with a noise of approval when he sees the colour of the inside. Wiping at the corner of his mouth with his napkin after taking a bite, Aaron gives you a nod. “It’s delicious, sweetheart. Go ahead.”

“Thank you.” You look over at him before starting on your own plate. He’s right; it’s really good. Both of your plates are cleared in record time, and you stand up to put them in the sink.

“I’ll bring you a scotch in a moment, if you’d like to wait in the living room,” you suggest. “You deserve to get off your feet for a while.”

He agrees apparently, walks back to his recliner before you can say anything else. True to your word, you ready his drink and then start cleaning up the dinner dishes.

The TV turns on in the living room while you do the dishes and fill the dishwasher. Aaron is watching a football game and the noise fills the apartment and your mind, allowing you to zone out while you clean up. You make a cup of tea for yourself when you’re done cleaning, shivering a little bit at the temperature.

The game is still on when you return to the living room, and Aaron is laying down in peace in the armchair watching it. You sink into the love seat across from him and grab your cross stitching, getting to work on that while he relaxes.

During a commercial break, he looks over at you. “That looks great,” he comments, his eyes on the stitching. “How did you learn that?”

“I didn’t, I just kind of looked at pictures of people doing it,” you admit, tongue poking out a little as you focus on a stitch. “Fake it ‘til you make it, right?”

“Mhm, my smart girl. You should stitch that next,” he says, hides the beginning of a smile behind his scotch while you giggle. “I’d hang it over the bed.”

“That would look great. I could put it on a pillow; it would be perfect for dinner parties,” you joke. Your eyes flicker to Aaron’s hand as it sets down his scotch and wraps around a cigar. He rarely smokes, knows exactly how bad it is for his health, but he’s been known to make an exception every so often.

You love it when Aaron makes an exception.

Thick fingers grasp the cigar, and he lights it with his other hand, taking a long puff while you watch him. As with everything Aaron does, you’re enthralled by how good he makes it look. The confidence of his hand as it flicks the lighter, paired with the deep rise and fall of his chest when he inhales and blows out, paint a picture that you would gladly spend the whole night watching.

He tilts his head back, blows out a ring of smoke with his eyes closed. “Open the window.” He reminds you, his dimples trying to peek through when you visibly snap out of the trance you’ve found yourself in.

“Oh!” You set down your cross stitching and hurry across the room, pushing the window open to air out the room. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.” He sets his newspaper aside, then moves over to the couch with the cigar in his hand. “Come, sit.”

You obediently slide onto the cushion next to him and take a sip of your tea, letting the warmth from the mug seep into your hands with a little sigh of relief as the heat kisses your fingers. Aaron must notice because he stands up and walks over to the fireplace.

He grabs a couple of pieces of wood, stacking them on top of each other before tossing in his newspaper and using his lighter to set the whole thing aflame. The result is a warm crackling fire that defrosts you while he sits back down, pulling you close in one of his arms.

You return to your cross stitching in silence while Aaron watches the game and takes occasional puffs from the cigar. The air around you fills with the scent of expensive tobacco as quickly as the wind can sweep the smoke away into the early sunset sky. The feeling in your chest is pure bliss, aching with the knowledge that you can’t live in this moment.

After a few minutes he sets down his cigar butt and shifts your positions, moving you to sit with your back to the arm of the couch and your legs draped over his lap. Once he’s satisfied with that, he picks up a book, turning his attention to it while you watch him. Your cross stitching sits in your lap untouched, because who would expect you to be able to focus when Aaron looks so good?

The firelight illuminates his profile, accentuating the slope of his nose and the set of his jaw. One of his hands runs absentmindedly over your leg; the touch is non-demanding, a soothing movement that warms your body in the spots that he touches. He takes another drag off the cigar and blows it out, glancing over when you let out a little sigh. It’s an unconscious sound, and you’d be embarrassed if he didn’t look so handsome right now. “You alright, honey?”

“Just fine,” you promise, settling a little more into the couch. He hums, returns his attention to his book. His hand resumes its gentle motions, and you fall back into a comfortable silence.

Nights like this might not be everyone’s idea of ‘normal’, and you and Aaron both know it. That doesn’t matter, though, not when it’s your definition of ‘perfect’.

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stcverogers · 3 years

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AARON HOTCHNER!

a list of aaron masterlists that i have been reading and obsessing over

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

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↳ masterlist by @sunshinemunchkin

↳ masterlist by @spacecowboyhotch

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↳ masterlist by @fandom-puff

↳ masterlist by @randomoutsiders

↳ masterlist by @laurensprentiss

↳ masterlist by @hoe4hotchner

↳ masterlist by @haley-h0tchner

↳ masterlist by @wheelsupkels

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↳ masterlist by @hotchs-bitch

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↳ masterlist by @hotchnerxo

↳ masterlist by @scuttling

↳ masterlist by @shmaptainhotchner

↳ masterlist by @criminalhotch

↳ masterlist by @marvelcriminalhoe

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↳ masterlist by @thewhitejournal

↳ masterlist by @hotched

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↳ masterlist by @sej2020

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↳ masterist by @hotch-stufff

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laurensprentiss · 2 years

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Hiii! 33 and 42 for the ask game 😊😊

Hi Cat!! Tysm for asking!

33. Best day of your life?

This is hard bc it’s not really something I’ve ever thought about but probbaly the day I graduated w my Master’s? It was the first graduation I ever had bc of the pandemic and even though I was so stressed, I just felt really proud of myself and validated?

42? Are you okay?

Bestie, we’re working on it I think! You?

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hotched · 2 years

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Spider-Man Lunchbox

Requested by @ssamorganhotchner - bringing Aaron lunch to work

Masterlist for Small Moments Series

Word Count: 779

Warnings: tickling?

A/N: I love the idea but not sure I like the ending. Oh well… something new!!! Who is she?! I typed this up instead of working on my WIPs because I was bored and can’t get into any of them. Oops 🤷🏽‍♀️ ENJOY!

Gif credit goes to @fatherhotchner <3

No new cases as of yet, just paperwork. Should be home by 6.

That’s what the text has said, and you hoped that hadn’t changed within the last hour as you loaded Jack and his favorite Spider-Man lunch box into the car. Since it was spring break, Jack was home from school and you had the day off so you decided to make the most of it. Your original plan was lunch in the park but when texting your fiancé about dinner plans and his availability, you made the split second decision to surprise him with lunch. Jack was on board right away as long as we could pack lunch into his favorite lunch box to show off to all of daddy’s friends.

The butterflies built in your stomach as you unloaded and made your way into the elevator after getting visitor passes. It was amazing that after two years you still got that fluttery feeling every time you saw him.

Jack was swinging your joined hands as he bounced along with the pinging noises notifying the occupants of the changing floors. You had made it all the way up without stopping so as soon as the doors opened to the BAU, Jack’s tiny body was dragging you out towards the bullpen. You let out a loud giggle at the strength of his grip and willingly followed him through the somewhat intimidating glass doors.

The floor was quiet and mostly empty, though a peak towards the right side of the room showed the team minus Aaron in the conference room eating lunch. Your heart clenched as you watched them laughing and glanced towards Aaron’s office to see him alone. After one last glance towards the team, you and Jack made your way to Aaron’s office where you knocked on the doorway as Jack took off in a run.

“Daddy” he yelled, the lunchbox flapping against his side as he raced behind the desk. He kept his grip as Aaron pushed away from his paperwork in time to catch his son. You leaned against the door with a smile as you watched the pair; Aaron closing his eyes and tightening his hold on the young boy as he tried to nudge the lunchbox away from where it dug into his neck.

After a moment, Aaron’s tired eyes lifted from Jack to meet your wistful gaze.

“Sweetheart” he greeted, lifting the boy as he moved from the chair towards you. With a smile, you pushed yourself off the doorway and met him halfway, wrapping your arms around your two favorite boys. His grin melted into yours as he gave you a quick kiss.

“Eww” Jack grumbled, burying his head into Aaron's neck as you broke apart. Aaron’s eyes sparkled with mirth as your noses brushed together. You moved your arms from around Aaron to tickle Jack as his father held him to your mercy. His high pitched laughter turned into huffs as he tried to catch his breath once you pulled away.

“We brought lunch” you stated, pointing towards Jack’s lunch box that had been dropped by his desk in the mayhem. The reminder made Jack jump and wiggle out of his fathers arms, bouncing towards his new obsession.

“And we brought it in my Spider-Man box” he gushed, grabbing the object and pushing it towards Aaron.

His father nodded along attentively as he started talking about making the sandwiches and fruit salad this morning. The pair had moved to sit on the couch at the other end of the office as you watched on with a smile.

As Jack started to unload the lunchbox, Aaron held out a hand and pulled you into his side with a kiss to your cheek. You grinned back at him before kicking off your shoes and pulling your legs up under you as you snuggled up into Aaron’s side. His hand settled onto your knee after handing you a sandwich and the three of you dug in. Every once and a while Aaron would glance over at you when Jack went on a tangent that didn’t require his direct attention. The warmth in his eyes made your heart race as he squeezed your knee. You mouthed “I love you” as you brought his hand up to your lips and left a gentle kiss on his knuckles. His responding grin was commercial worthy and you hid your face in his shoulder as your cheeks heated up. Jack claimed his attention again but you remained curled into Aaron’s side, drifting as you listened to your boys discussing superheroes, magic, and the FBI using webbing as a weapon to catch the bad guys.

Best day off ever.

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Back To December

Summary: Aaron knows he messed up. Jack already lost one mother. Is he being a coward by letting you slip away?

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Inspired by Back to December by Taylor Swift

Warnings: lil bit of self hatred

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: here is is!!! The much awaited ending!!! Thank you for all the support and encouragement and loving threats for a HEA…. read on to see if they worked 😈

Gif credit goes to fatherhotchner & big thanks to @jaspxr for helping me figure out how to put it here <3

“This is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you

Saying I’m sorry for that night”

His decision was made before the soccer game. To be quite honest, his decision had been made from the moment you walked out his front door. He couldn’t picture a future without you. He understood your need for time and space but he knew he would do anything to get you home again.

Originally, he thought the right moment would be after Jack’s soccer game. You would come to watch Jack and after congratulating the little one on a game well played, he would invite you out to lunch with his son. The three of you would go to your favorite spot and it would hopefully bring up memories of happier times. Jack would be worn out from the game so he would put him in the car with the air conditioner blasting and as the kid slept, he would have a moment to beg you to come home.

But that never happened. The field got poured on so everyone was running to take cover as soon as the game was over. You gave Jack a quick hug and were out of sight before he could even say hello. His disappointment was palpable to his younger counterpart so they stopped for ice cream before returning to the empty apartment.

It had been exactly a week since then; seven days of seeing your face everywhere he turned. He was used to missing you, he had been doing it for months. He had gotten used to seeing something he wanted to tell you about or send to you and instead filing it away in his mind. But ever since the soccer game it was different. The route he took to work seemed longer, every person he saw seemed to have your hair color, and there were more pictures of you in his home. It was like he was being suffocated by you.

Dave thinks it’s the guilt. The older man believes that he should just go to you and profess his undying love. He didn’t want to take relationship advice from a man with so many failed marriages but he was stumped.

It was late on Saturday when he found it. Jack was talking to his father again as long as the subject of you was avoided so they decided to play with his remote control cars. They were racing through the hallway on the track they’d made when Aaron’s car steered off course and ended up in his bedroom. The crash under his bed caused Aaron to pick up his pace as he rushed to his room and bent down to see what happened. Pulling the car out from under his bed frame, he blindly reached his hand around to find whatever he hit. After his days in boarding school, he kept the habit of not storing anything under his bed. For a brief moment he both wanted it to be something of yours and felt saddened by the thought of what you could have hidden there.

His weariness was well founded. As he sat back against the bed and pulled the box into his lap, Jack trotted into the room and joined him on the floor. The scrap book he pulled out wasn’t finished, there were blank papers and pictures sticking out of the back few pages but that didn’t stop him from opening it. The first page held a dedication that explained its place -

Happy Birthday my love, here’s to 50 more years of adventures. We love you to the moon and back

His fingers traced over the lettering as a few tears slipped down his cheek. Jack’s smaller hands reached up to trace the page after his dad pulled away. Aaron felt his gaze, turning to meet his son head on. The sadness he felt was exacerbated by the anger and hurt on Jack’s face.

“I made a mistake,” he admitted, voice quiet. He hated showing weakness, especially to his son, but Jack deserved the truth. He deserved to understand what was going on and that parents aren’t perfect - Aaron isn’t perfect.

Jack nodded thoughtfully as he looked at his father, “yeah you did”

Aaron let out a chuckle at the bluntness of the remark. He nodded back at the kid and let out a long sigh.

“Now what are you gonna do about it?” the child asked, hand caressing the page again for a moment.

Aaron’s hand came up to rub at his temples, “I don’t know Jack. I don’t know.”

“Well,” Jack started, a small smile making its way onto his face, “you always tell’ed me the first step to making things better is an apology.”

“Told” he corrected gently, eyes narrowing for a moment as he considered his son’s words, “how’d you get so smart, buddy?”

Jack’s answering grin gave him the confidence he needed to shut the book and get up off the floor.

“You and (Y/N) and momma” he responded cheekily, flashing his father a big grin as Aaron ruffled his hair and gave him a hand up.

“How would you feel about having a sleepover with Jess tonight?” he proposed, grabbing his phone before Jack could answer. After an enthusiastic nod, the boy shuffled off to go back his bag and put away the cars as Aaron dialed his sister in law.

The conversation was quick. When he had first brought you to meet his only family member, he was worried about Jess’ reaction to her sister being replaced. His worry was unneeded because the two of you were thick as thieves as soon as you’d been introduced. When you split, Jess had been about as disappointed as Jack. The moment he mentioned going to get you back she was on board with the plan immediately, telling him not to worry about Jack and to take all the time he needed.

Getting Jack into the car was an easy affair as the child was buzzing with energy and spouting off all the things he wanted to tell you about when you were back.

When he pulled into Jess’ driveway, he expected Jack to rush out the door as soon as he was in park but the pause made him curious. He turned in his seat and watched as the boy slowly unbuckled his seat belt and moved to sit on the edge. Jack took a deep breath and loudly exhaled, moving to put his hand on his dad's arm. Aaron watched with a tilt of his head as the boy got his thoughts together.

“Bring them home, dad” Jack ordered softly, a small smile bringing out a dimple. Aaron smiled back at him before the child exited the car and ran towards the door Jess held open. With one last wave, Aaron pulled out of the neighborhood and made his way to you.

The drive was fast, he spent the entire time trying to figure out how to start the conversation. Dave’s suggestion was sounding better and better the closer he got to your door. He couldn’t think of anything else but “I’m sorry” and “I love you”, they weren’t all he wanted to say but he wasn’t sure what combination of words would correctly describe his plight.

Your front door was five feet away but he was having trouble finding the courage to knock. He had faced dangerous and terrifying situations almost daily for most of his life but the importance of this moment scared him more than any other. Jack’s words echoed in his head and the thought of you being back home - with him and Jack, where you belong - was enough motivation to cross the invisible line in the floor.

After one last deep breath, he rapped his knuckles against the wood twice.

…

You spent all week dreading the soccer game. One part of you was overjoyed at the thought of seeing Jack again. The other part was anxious about spending your morning watching soccer parents swooning over Aaron. Before you would feel smug at their jealous looks because you knew you were the one he came home to but he was single now. You didn’t think you would be strong enough to watch him flirt with someone else.

Thankfully the rain was a good excuse to run away as soon as the game was over. You could tell he wanted to say something but you avoided his gaze and focused on Jack. After a quick hug and a promise to schedule something with Jess soon, you were running back to the safety of your car.

The rest of that day and the following week after were filled with the same thought screaming like a mantra in your head - you miss him. It was getting harder and harder to convince yourself that you were making the right decision.

Your best friend had been extremely patient and supportive during the whole ordeal up until that following Saturday. You made reservations at their favorite restaurant and planned on getting drinks at a local club afterwards. The dinner was easy, filled with chatter about work and the “frenemy” from high school they ran into earlier that week. As soon as you got to the club and settled at a table with your first round of drinks, the tone of the evening changed dramatically.

“What are you doing, (Y/N)?” they asked, voice soft while sipping on their drink of choice. Their eyes stared intently into yours as you shifted nervously in your seat.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, swirling the liquid in your glass, “there’s this part of me that wants to die on this hill. That believes that I deserve better. That I should be with someone who’s never going to make me feel the way he did.”

“Now, you know that I will always be firmly on your side, right? That no matter what you choose, I will always be behind you?” They started, waiting for your nod before they continued with a long sigh, “relationships are give and take. You know that better than most. You give up a lot for him, things that were important to you in a relationship and in your life because you chose him. You have every right to draw the line here. No one would blame you if this was the tipping point. But people make mistakes. I’m not trying to convince you to forgive him or make excuses for his actions because that’s not my place. However, I can’t blame the guy for being scared. He should have communicated with you better instead of running away and burying his head in the sand, but with his history of losing the people he loves to these maniacs, I understand. And I know that you do too. I know that’s part of your fight with yourself. You forgave him the minute that he finally explained what was going on and you’re beating yourself up over that. You feel like you shouldn’t have, like you should have made him work harder for it rather than giving it freely. But babe, that’s what makes you, you. That’s the person that is my best friend and the person he fell in love with. You forgive others for their mistakes but beat yourself up over what you believe to be your own. That’s also what makes the two of you alike. I mean, I hardly know the man but I know that he’s spent all of his time obsessing over his mistake and wishing he could go back and do everything different. You want to teach him a lesson and make sure he never does anything like this again but hon, I think you did. Jack said he’s home more, that he’s making time for his son and you did that. It’s okay to forgive him. It’s okay to give him another chance.”

You spent another half an hour sitting mostly in silence, not having a response to their speal. You finished your drink but didn’t order another, opting to head out early. You got in the cab and gave the driver an address. The ride wasn’t long but you spent the entirety of it staring out the window lost in thought.

You wanted nothing more than to run right into his arms, to move back into your home and spend the rest of your life waking up to Aaron’s messy bed head. Their words were echoing through your head but you needed more. You needed another push. You had forgiven him and wanted him back, you could admit that to yourself. But what if he did it again? Could you survive another heartbreak? Was he worth it?

Your sign came in the form of a front door, his front door. Somehow you had told the driver his address instead of where you meant to go. You debated for a split second on asking to be taken somewhere - anywhere - else before scolding your cowardice.

With a confident step, you made your way through the building towards his front door. Your movements faltered for a moment when you thought about the time and waking Jack up. Holding your knuckles up to rap on his door, you knocked lightly and waited. After a few minutes of waiting without hearing any sort of noise, you realized he might not have heard you knocking. He always did get engrossed in his work.

Breathing deeply, you dialed the number you had been avoiding for so long. His voice washed over you, sending shivers down your spine.

“(Y/N)” he answered and it took you a moment to calm your racing heart.

“Aaron, will you let me in?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe and waiting to hear the ruffling of paperwork and his footsteps.

“What do you mean?” he wondered, and the sounds of traffic in the background made you pause. You never considered him not being home. For a split second your brain imagined scenarios of where he could have been before you shook off the unpleasant thoughts.

“I umm, I wanted to talk. I’m at your apartment. I can go-“

“No!” He interrupted. You heard the slam of a door and the car starting. After telling you to stay put, he hung up quickly.

You listened for a few minutes before you tired of pacing in front of his door and decided to get some fresh air. As you walked out of his apartment building, the cool night helped to calm your nerves. You were walking towards the sidewalk when Aaron’s car pulled quickly towards the curb. The screech of his brakes caught your attention and you turned towards where he had stumbled out of the car. You briefly worried he had been out drinking before realizing his gait was steady as usual.

He was rapidly approaching you as his eyes held your own. His gaze never wavered until he was in front of you, one hand gently cupping your cheek as the other stretched out to find your waist and pull you in.

His lips were on yours before you could say anything. The feeling was better than you remembered, his strong grip holding you up as his hand moved from your cheek to grip the back of your neck and run his fingers through your hair. His lips moved firmly against yours, pulling back gently to pull your bottom lip between his teeth. You could feel his chest heaving against your own as you responded in kind, one hand wrapping around his bicep to help hold yourself up and the other mimicking his own position in your hair. The softness of his thick strands between your fingertips and the woody, clean scent of him you could smell through the small breaths you took between kisses were making you lightheaded. You found yourself pulling away to calm your racing heart but pulled his head down to lean against yours, noses brushing softly as you tilted your head up to rub back and forth. The heat of his breath coming in pants against your lips every other second furthered the buzzing, numb feeling your poor lips felt after his attack. He looked about as desperate as you felt, nothing but the sound of your breathing and traffic for a moment.

“I’m sorry” he whispered reverently after his breathing had returned to normal, “I’m so goddamn sorry. I’ll never hurt you like that again. I promise I’ll do better. I’m so sorry.”

His apologies combined with the tears falling down his cheeks pulled at your heart. You shook your head and silenced him with a gentle press of your lips against his.

“I know. I know you won’t. No more apologies, okay?“ you urged, smiling after he nodded solemnly and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

His eyes searched yours, hands cupping your face gently like he was holding a piece of precious china.

“I promise I’ll do better. I won’t push you away and I’ll try to communicate more. Please come home. Jack misses you” he pleaded, brows furrowed as tears pooled in his eyes again. You smiled and brushed your thumbs under his eyes to catch the falling tears, “is Jack the only one?”

“No” he vowed, pulling you in and wrapping his arms around you tightly, “I miss you. I love you.”

“If we loved again I swear I’d love you right”

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