Aaron Hotchner x Aaron Hotchner (eventually Aaron Hotchner x hinge!reader)
Sometimes Season 1 of Friends doesnāt start until youāre 49, freshly heartbroken, single, and emotionally constipated in ways Freud wouldnāt even touch.
Extras: hinge!reader's profile
The One Where Hotch Doesnāt Know Heās on a Date: Hotch is so tragically single post-Beth that the BAU builds him a Hinge profile behind his back. You, mistaking it for the most obvious catfish in history, swipe right for the plot.
She was content and in love, she thought she married the one she would spend the rest of her life with. Fate seemed to have another plan for her. One that involved her to finally learn the truth, causing two relationships to be tragically ruined and hidden memories to suddenly come to light. She finally gets on the path she was meant to be on in the beginning.
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!warning! This series will include heartbreak, divorce, detailed cheating, bad thoughts towards self, betrayal, back-stabbing, horrible relationships, slight gaslighting and manipulation, smut (from cheating and maybe when she finds happiness).
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synopsis: angsty fic based on the song ādonāt youā by taylor swift š lmk if you want a sad ending or a happy ending
warnings: kinda sad and kinda shit ngl, i wrote this in math class so probably a shit ton of mistakes, and its not proofread :)
no hate to alex!!
Hey, I knew I'd run into you somewhere
It's been a while, I didn't mean to stare
It was inevitable. You knew this. You remember Charles vaguely mentioning that he was invited to some movie premiere, but you didnāt know it would be this one.
And he mustāve known you would be here, you were quite literally in the movie.
Maybe heās moved on, so he doesnāt feel the need to avoid you.
But itās only been 6 months, how could he move on so quickly when you feel like the hole in your heart would never close up?
You let out a sigh, brushing your sweaty palms on your dress, rehearsing things youāre supposed to say on your interviews: the dress is by Antonine Guerin.. makeup sponsored by Charlotte Tilbury..
Once the staff gave you the signal to step onto the red carpet, your name was frantically called by one of the interviewers.
āY/n! Hi!ā the woman said, āWeāre so glad we caught you!ā
You gave a polite smile in return, āWhat do you have for me?ā
The woman smiled, āWe love your dress! Tell us, who are you wearing? What inspired it?ā
Bingo. āThank you. My dress is Antoine Guerlin. Umm- The gold details are, obviously, inspired by greek-ā You continued, repeated lines your publicist made you memorise, when you saw someone approaching in your peripheral vision.
You didnāt realise who it was, until the lady said, āThank you, Y/n. Charles! Do you mind stepping in with Y/n?ā
Charles. Charles. Charles.
You lifted your gaze to look at him.
Those eyes. The eyes that stare down at yours, tired, lustful when you make love.
Eyes filled with so much pride after he wins a race, eyes that look for you as soon as he steps out of the car, eyes that tease when you reluctantly wear the extra jacket he brings you every time because he knows you were cold and that you didnāt bring one for whatever reason, eyes that comfort when you blame yourself for not being good enough, when you donāt win an award. Eyes that-
The lady cleared her throat.
Fuck.
Charles falters when he catches your gaze- your stare.
You both gave a nod in greeting.
āGreat!ā The woman said, āNow, I know itās tense with you guys, since you broke the whole internet with your breakup announcement a couple months ago-ā
God.
āWhat happened? You two were going strong, with almost 8 years together.ā The lady finished, looking pleased with herself, and you fought the urge to bitch-slap her across the face.
You opened your mouth to repeat the same answer you gave every time, the one your publicist carefully crafted for you, when Charles beat you to it.
āYes, Y/n and I broke up.ā He started, āIāve.. Iāve never loved anyone the way I love Y/n, and I know she feels the same. But sometimes love isnāt enough to fix a relationship. Trust me when I say weāve tried everything, but somethings were bound to end.ā He swallowed, āWe will always love each other. Y/n was- is a very special and important person to me. She always will be. And I hope you-ā His eyes flickered to you for a millisecond. ā-she never stops smiling that beautiful smile of hers, and I wish her nothing but the best.ā He finished.
The woman stared at him for a few seconds, āWow- Thank you, Charles! Iām sure sheās falling right back in love with you right now-ā
Wrong. It only made the ache in your heart worse. The longing you felt for him strengthen.
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F1gossip: BREAKING! Y/N L/N AND CHARLES LECLERC HAVE BROKEN NO CONTACT AT THE GLADIATOR II PREMIERE! When asked about their breakup, Charles Leclerc gave a VERY emotional answer! (link to the video on our story)
user1: the pain in y/nās eyes omg
user2: isnāt @/alexandrasaintmleux the girl charles was seen sneaking around with after chary/n broke up? whyās she liking this
user3: CHARY/N COME BACK TO ME
user4: The way they look at each other is the definition of LONGING
user5: can they stop being so angsty and get back together?!
user6: what did charles want to achieve with that answer tho
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I heard she's nothin' like me
They confirmed it.
Youāve heard rumours, sure, but you didnāt think he would move on this quickly.
Alexandra and Charles confirmed their relationship with a story of them cuddling in bed. At least, thatās what your friends told you.
You and Charles had long unfollowed each other, on both your public and private accounts, and viewing his story would be.. awkward.
You scrolled through Alexandraās photos from google, since her Instagram was private.
She was tan, her hair was perfect, her body.. Perfection. She was perfection. She was everything you were not. Her appearance exuded grace, class.. At least, thatās what this gossip article says.
Sheās private, nobody knows anything about her, and her life was peaceful.
She was everything you werenāt.
I'm sure she'll make you happy
Charles finally found what he wanted. Peace. In her.
āCome on,ā you pleaded, āweāve made it work for years, I donāt see why it-ā You said, but Charles cut you off, āMon dieu, Y/n, they broke into our apartment!ā
You stared at him.
āI-ā You started.
āNo, Y/n.ā He said, āNo.ā
Tears welled up in your eyes, āYou knew what you were signing up for- Hell. you were the one who said not to worry about- about the fame, the press, the paparazzi, the fans- You told me to go for it.ā
āItās not like- You have to deal with the fame too, I donāt see why mine is an issue-ā
Youāre rambling now, trying to salvage whatās left of your relationship with the love of your life.
āY/n, listen to me.ā He said, grabbing hold of your shoulders, āFirst, some fucker flew a drone to our bathroom window, hoping to catch you naked. Then they flew it into our goddamn apartment throw the balcony.ā He said, moving a hand to grab ahold of your chin, making you look up at him.
His voice softens when you make eye contact, his gaze softening, āPeople stalk you. Everyday. You canāt go out without a bodyguard anymore.ā He leans his forehead onto yours and whispers, āI canāt take it anymore. I canāt live my life when I know Iām being watched, Constantly. Iām used to it, I know I have to deal with this with my own career, but with you- Itās different. The- The hollywood fame is different from my kind of fame. And itās too much for me. I need some peace for-ā
āSo what, this is the end?ā You cut him off, pulling away.
āI just-ā He sighs, pulling back his arms, āI just mean that we should take a little break. Put some distance between us to clear our minds, then we can talk.ā
You swallowed, āBut what if we donāt?ā You continued, āWhat if- What if we donāt talk- What if we donāt come back to each other?ā
Charles stared at you for a beat.
He ran a hand through his hair, the same hair that you run your hands through every night.
āListen, letās just.. Take a break for a couple of months, and when we feel like the time is right, weāll reach out, alright?ā He said, his voice softening at the end.
He cupped your cheek with his hand, kissing away your tears.
*end of flashback*
She had the one thing you couldnāt give him. Peace.
But don't you
Don't you smile at me and ask me how I've been
It was inevitable that you bumped into him sooner or later, Monaco was a small place.
So you werenāt surprised, but you certainly werenāt prepared when you quite literally bump into him when youāre on your way to the bathroom at your (and his) favourite restaurant in Monaco- Ćtoile Monte Carlo.
āJust fine,ā you said, forcing a smile on your face, āAnd you?ā
āGreat,ā he said, smile widening, āIām here with my girl-ā he caught himself, smile slipping from his face.
You cleared your throat, āThatās great, Charlie.ā You said, āHave fun.ā Giving him another small smile, you slipped into the bathroom.
Don't you say you've missed me if you don't want me again
āY/n!ā He called after you.
Sheās not you, he wanted to say, sheāll never be you.
āI miss you.ā He blurted out. It was the best he could do.
You turned back to look at him.
Without a word, you vanished into the bathroom.
He collected himself, and went back to his table- The table you two sat at, every time. Every week. Your table.
You don't know how much I feel, I love you still
And the only thing on his mind was you, even when his girlfriend welcomed him back to their- your table, was a kiss to the cheek.
You.
The only thing he wanted to do was to come back to you.
So why don't you, don't you?
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Sometimes, I really wish that I could hate you I've tried, but that's just somethin' I can't do
āYes, my girlfriend- My Alex is here today.ā Charlesās voice pours from the TV in your living room, āSheās my number 1 supporter. I couldnāt have done it without her.ā
He won the Monaco Grand Prix.
All those late nights, and warm afternoons on his yacht talking about how youād celebrate with him when he finally wins. Sipping champagne together, with his head laying on your chest, and your fingers playing with his hair, discussing where to eat on the night of his Monaco win- Because he would rather spend that night with you, rather then going clubbing.
You always go back to one conclusion: Ćtoile.
You were his biggest supporter. You were the one who picked him back up, the one who stopped him from spirally after every bad race.
You were the one who talked about his dreams- His home win with him.
But you donāt hate him for saying otherwise.
ā..This win is for you.ā He said, quietly, to the camera. Others would think he directed that to Alexandra. But you- You knew it wasnāt.
You hate him. You hate him for leaving you when you were at your worst, when you needed him the most. You hate him for moving on so quickly- Or, pretending to, at least. You hate- try to hate him for saying everything heās said, for doing everything heās done after your split.
You try, but you canāt.
My heart knows what the truth is
I swore I wouldn't do this
You stared at your phone.
āmon coeur ā¤ļøā
It wasnāt your fault- The ādelete contactā button was right next to the ācallā button.
And it wasnāt your fault that you were slightly tipsy. You just got a leading role in what you believe will be the biggest movies of the year, you had to celebrate.
Fuck it, you thought.
YOLO, right?
You hit the call button.
It rang- One, two, āAllo?ā You heard.
His voice was rushed, a hint of shock in it.
āY/n?ā He said, his voice rushed- worried, āĆtes-vous d'accord?ā (are you okay?)
Maybe it was the dramatic side of you that was controlling you right now, because for some reason, you burst into tears.
āY/n.ā He said, āListen to me.ā
After a beat, āMon ange, listen to me.ā
āTu me manques, Charlie, tu me manques-ā you said. (I miss you, Charlie, I miss you)
āHey, hey, hey,ā he soothed, "listen.. I can't do this."
Your heart dropped, "what?"
You heard some shuffling from his end, "I'll just go straight to the point, Y/n. I can't do this. I 'm with Alex now, and.. it's serious. She's.. she's sleeping right now-"
On your side of the bed. Where the nightstand was once overflown by your little trinkets- Jewelry, mints, your chargers, now filled with her perfume- Her.
"-And I can't do this to her." He finished.
You stilled.
Can't do this to her? You can't do this to me!
"But you said that this was only gonna be like a break. Some temporary space, and that things will go back to how it was." You rambled, "You promised." Your voice cracked.
He promised, didn't he?
"I can't do this to her, Y/n, I'm so sorry." He repeated.
"And what about me?" You said, finally, "What about me?"
"I'm so sorry, Y/n." He said, for the tenth time, "I'm so sorry."
So I walk outta here tonight
Try to go on with my life
And you can say we're still friends
(But I don't wanna pretend)
"You'll always be welcome, Y/n. With me or with my family," Charles continued, his voice cracking a little, "We can be friends, still, if that's what you want."
A beat of silence, "I don't want to lose you, Y/n. You're really special to me."
You didn't lose me, you left me.
"Okay." you said, "okay."
"Y/n," he started, but you beat him to it, "good night, Charlie."
So if I see you again
Don't you (don't you)
Don't you smile at me and ask me how I've been
Sometimes you find yourself wearing his hoodies to sleep.
Don't you (don't you), say you've missed me if you don't want me again
He texts you 'merry christmas' or 'happy new year', and things like that on special occasions.
He still invites you to family brunch with Pascale, Arthur and Lorenzo.
His brothers still catch up with you from time to time.
You still go to brunch with his brother's girlfriends, pretending that you don't mind when they cancel on you for Alexandra.
You don't (you don't), know how much I feel I love you still
You're at brunch with Arthur and his girlfriend.
It's turned into a once-in-6-months thing, when it used to be a weekly or monthly thing.
You pretend that doesn't hurt you.
"You know, he's really sad you never come to brunch with everyone anymore." Arthur commented.
"Why would I? I'm not his girlfriend anymore, and it'd be weird." You said, "Besides, what would his girlfriend think?"
Arthur and his girlfriend stared at you for a few seconds, "You don't know?" Arthur finally blurts out.
"I guess that bastard wasn't lying when he said you two don't talk anymore." Arthur said.
"Know what?" You said, eyes flickering from Arthur to his girlfriend.
Arthur cleared his throat, awkwardly.
"They're engaged."
So why don't you, don't you?
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so, any ideas for part two? something like that fic called wistful yearning (One of my fav fics) or just angsty shit?
Summary: Y/n meets Charles at a party, and what starts as a casual fling quickly becomes something more. As their connection deepens and feelings grow, Y/n begins to questionā is it really casual? [Inspired by Casual by Chappell Roan]
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