#aaron hotcher

[spenc3-reid]

Pt 1

[new-author3]

You're My Priority

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner × Reader (S/N)

Summary: During an important case, Aaron realizes the reader is hiding that she's sick and steps in, putting her well-being above everything else.

Warnings: Emotional content, affectionate language, scenes of care and tenderness, established relationship, mild case-related tension. No explicit content.

Word Count: Approximately 1,100 words

*The gif is not mine*

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The city was on high alert. A meticulous serial killer was leaving clues in the form of cryptic anagrams, and the victims seemed to be carefully chosen. Hotch was tense. And although the case was everyone’s top priority, his mind wasn’t fully in it — not the way it should’ve been.

What truly distracted him was you.

Not that it was a surprise. Everyone knew how closely Aaron paid attention to you. Maybe it was because you were his girlfriend, or maybe it was just that protective instinct of his — but honestly, that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was that, across the room, he couldn’t stop watching you, noticing every little movement.

It was as if he knew you were hiding something. And in a way... you were.

From the beginning of the investigation, you kept insisting you were fine — “It’s just a cold,” “It’s nothing,” “I can handle it.” But Aaron saw right through it. Your eyes looked tired, you kept pressing your side now and then, and the fever you tried to mask with makeup and a forced smile... He knew you too well to fall for any of it. It was only a matter of time before he stepped in.

And that time came.

In the early afternoon, while the team was discussing the latest pattern of the murders in front of the BAU board, a wave of dizziness hit you hard. You stumbled discreetly, leaning on the table for support, trying to hide it. The fever had been relentless since the moment you stepped into the building. You looked around, silently praying no one had noticed.

But then your eyes met his — and you knew.

He had seen everything.

Within seconds, Aaron was at your side, his warm hand settling firmly on your waist.

— Come with me, — he said, low but firm.

— Hotch, I’m fine. Just tired...

— Now. — The tone left no room for argument.

You tried to resist, but his serious, worried eyes made the lump in your throat tighten. He led you to his office, gently helped you sit down in one of the chairs, and locked the door. Then he knelt in front of you — a gesture so intimate, almost vulnerable coming from him.

— You have a fever. You're short of breath. And I know you're in pain. — He gently took your wrist. — You can't lie to me, sweetheart. I know you.

— I just... didn’t want to let the team down. Especially not with a serial killer on the loose. This case is important, Aaron. I didn’t want to be a burden...

— Hey. — He reached up and softly cupped your cheek. — You will never be a burden to me. Never. I’d rather handle this case with you resting in a warm bed, taking care of yourself, than see you pass out in front of a whiteboard.

You tried to smile, but your eyes welled up. Hearing that from him broke down all your defenses.

He stood up and pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a long kiss to the top of your head.

— Now you're going to rest. And I'm going to take care of you. No arguments.

You still tried to protest, but he was already taking off his suit jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

— Only if... I can use you as a pillow, — you said with a faint smirk.

— Whatever you want, sweetheart, — Aaron replied with a soft smile. He leaned in to kiss you, but you turned your face away just in time.

— Aaron, you can’t kiss me. I could get you sick… and you might pass it on to Jack.

You said it before he could overthink it. He paused for a second, taking it in. Then he placed his hand gently on your cheek again, pulling you into a kiss. It started soft and slow… and deepened naturally. He pulled away first, leaving you breathless — and a little more dizzy.

— I couldn’t resist. Especially after hearing you think of Jack... — he sighed, caressing your face. — But now, you don’t have to think about us. Just focus on getting better. I love you.

You were speechless for a moment but finally whispered back:

— I love you too, Aaron.

He smiled at your words and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before getting up. A few minutes later, he returned with a glass of water, a blanket, and that look on his face — the one that blended love, worry, and his usual stubbornness.

— My sweet, stubborn girl... — he murmured, sitting beside you as you surrendered to the warmth of the blanket and his presence.

You rested your head against his chest and draped your legs over his lap. He wrapped one arm around your back and let the other hand settle on your thigh, holding you gently.

As you started to drift off, he stayed there, watching every breath you took with quiet tenderness. Because the world could be falling apart outside, but in that moment, the only thing that mattered… was you.

You were his world.

And he would always take care of you.

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Author's Note:

I hope you enjoyed the story! I wrote this one inspired by my current situation — I haven’t been feeling very well lately, and honestly, I’d love to have an Aaron Hotchner to take care of me right now.

Thank you so much for reading! 💛

And just a reminder: English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Masterlist

[softtdaisy]

CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST

________ aaron hotchner series | spencer reid series

_general masterlist | formula one masterlist | 2k celebration

_____✶ angst ✧ fluff ✮ nsfw stories go to oldest to newest

AARON HOTCHNER

WHEN HEARTS FIND THEIR WAY ✶✧ - if Hotch decided to break up with you to protect you, he regrets it anytime he looks at you. And he looks at you a lot.

MY LITTLE SECRET ✧ - the team thinks you and Hotch hate each other. What you really want is to finally share a hotel room together.

A BETTER FATHER ✶ - All Hotch wanted was to get a second chance to be a better dad. And now that you were offering him this chance, he fears he might failed already.

YOUR FAVORITE BROTHER ✧✮ - you thought you would never deal with Hotchner brothers again. And here came Aaron. Arresting you. And making up for the arrest. 

ULTRAVIOLENCE ✶ - aaron had a hard time dealing with your relationship, his feelings for you and seeing you put yourself in danger constantly as your boss. until it explodes.

SUNDAY MORNINGS ✧ - you loved Sunday mornings. Especially those spent with Aaron Hotchner.

IN THE MEANTIME ✶✧ - when hotch gets hurt, you’re called as his emergency contact. thing is, nobody knows you’re not together anymore.

NEED YOUR TOUCH ✶ - Hotch didn’t realize he developed an aversion to being touched until he became touch-starved.

SCARS BECOME STARS ✶ ✮ - when Hotch gets tired of hating his body, he calls you, the escort he questioned for his last case, to help him

LOVE IS AN EASY DANCE ✧ - just you and Hotch celebrating your engagement and how much you love each other

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY ✶ ✮ - you were Aaron’s best friend. sometimes you were more but most of the time you were the one that got away until you weren’t

MINE TO USE ✮ - when the office is empty, you can finally fulfill your fantasy of hotch's hands on you -and in you.

_____________AARON HOTCHNER SERIES

_____°_________(the bodyguard, the babysitter)

SPENCER REID

NEVER FORGOTTEN ✶ - Spencer misses you. Spencer hates you. But Spencer will save you, even after you broke his heart.

YOU’LL BE FINE ✶ - you don’t like to hear about the case. but when your boyfriend gets hurt, you realize you can’t escape the reality of his work.

MAKE MY HEART BEAT AGAIN ✶ - spencer was sad. spencer was miserable. he thought he could handle it until he couldn’t anymore. he thought he could deal with it alone until he couldn’t.

HEAL THE HEARTBREAK ✧ - when your daughter gets her first heartbreak, Spencer and you are here to remind her that love can be beautiful 

BEFORE ITS TOO LATE ✶ when spencer’s protectiveness puts you in danger, he realised the reason why he can’t handle losing you

_______________SPENCER REID SERIES

[velvetcloxds]

hotch teaching you how to shoot for self-defense ;)

This was quite frankly one of the worst ideas that you've ever had. It seemed logical, FBI boyfriend, FBI dangers, you needed to know how to protect yourself just in case the worst happened. What was not logical was Aaron in a tight t-shirt making it absolutely impossible to focus on a single word coming from his mouth.

"What did I just say," you had no idea, he had to know that because the sass was something terrible, hand on his hip, and weapon placed on the little metal shelf.

He wore this shirt nearly everyday, plain grey, paired it with whatever sweatpants were clean, maybe it was the lighting or the target background or the backup badge hanging between his biceps but this man was infuriatingly attractive. Your cheeks warmed at the way his brow raised, an overly dramatic sigh as he watched you stammer for a reply, barely, just barely managing a sorry and a shrug.

"I was trying to listen, promise," you admitted and you were prepared to be scolded, orange hue glasses not close to your eyes, earmuffs somewhere behind you, you were the worst possible person to be standing close to an armed weapon, the gun, of course, not Aaron.

"I've been talking for like ten minutes, where did I lose you?" you sighed, slow as you moved towards him, completely pretending as you looked around between everything he'd been gesturing towards. He bit back a smile when you stopped, lifting your hands to his waist with an innocent smile.

"About somewhere between signing us in and looking at me right now," it was exasperating, you nodded in silent agreement as you tugged him closer to steal a kiss. "You're an awful teacher, honey," you'd swear he was offended he gasped so loud.

"I am?"

"Terrible, really, didn't understand a single thing you said."

"Might have if you were listening," you giggled, stole another kiss, he gave in and wrapped his arms around you as well, it made you shiver- has he always been that strong? Who knows, the ways of the t-shirt was lost on you. "You're a horrible student.'

"Promise I'm good at other things," you were smiling at him something crazy, he knew exactly what you meant.

"Nothing helpful in a fight, I'm sure," he had a point and you wouldn't even dare try to convince him other wise, tightening your grip and lingering in his.

"Listen, you wear that shirt to a fight and I'm sure throwing punches will be the last thing on their minds."

"Well, now, not everyone I fight is in love with me."

"Just take off your jacket," you demanded. "Trust me, they will be."

[almostwisegalaxy]

Silent Hostility_4

Part1

Part2

Part3

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Reader has a shy character in this story

Age gaps: Spencer 37-38 Reader: twenties

Post prison Reid. Season 13. But let's imagine that the team is Always the same as in the seasons marked, with: Derek Morgan, Aaron hotcher...

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But life...

Life gave them no respite.

No time to hesitate, to fumble through uncertainty.

Their story would be nothing soft.

Nothing gradual.

They were going to love each other instantly.

Brutally.

Irrevocably.

With no way to turn back.

The adrenaline hadn’t faded.

The case was closed.

The victims were safe.

But Y/N was at her limit.

Too many emotions.

Too much built-up tension.

She walked through the halls of HQ, her gaze empty, her jaw clenched.

She just wanted to forget.

Bury this day under layers of indifference.

But him…

He was there.

Always there.

In her field of vision.

In her mind.

Under her skin.

He had been watching her from the beginning.

He knew.

He saw right through her.

And that…

That was unbearable.

So when he caught up to her in the break room, she knew something was about to explode.

"Y/N."

She froze.

Closed her eyes.

Don’t answer.

Don’t react.

But he stepped closer.

Too close.

His scent, his warmth…

She felt her muscles tighten.

And when he murmured, his voice rough:

"Look at me."

She lost control.

Everything detonated.

Without thinking, she shoved him violently.

Her breath was ragged, her heart pounding.

"Stop!" she snapped.

Reid didn’t move.

His gaze was unreadable, intense.

"Why?" he asked calmly.

She clenched her fists.

"Because…"

But no words came out.

No excuse made sense.

Because he was right.

Because she had no more barriers.

Because the fire he ignited in her was consuming everything.

Then, he stepped forward.

Slowly.

Determined.

Each step echoed like a threat.

Like a promise.

His eyes never left hers.

And then…

He reached out.

A shiver ran through her.

She could have stepped back.

She should have.

But she stayed frozen.

And he brushed against her wrist.

It was enough.

Everything tipped over.

She grabbed his collar and kissed him.

Fiercely.

With all the rage, fear, and desire she had suppressed for too long.

Reid didn’t think.

He responded.

His hands found her waist, her back, her neck.

His entire body craved hers.

There were no more questions.

No more doubts.

Just them.

Just this visceral need.

The kiss was desperate.

Brutal.

As if they had waited too long.

As if they knew that if they stopped…

They would never recover.

The door behind them slammed from the impact of their bodies.

His fingers in her hair.

Her sighs against his skin.

The urgency of their movements.

There was no turning back.

They had always been heading toward this.

Toward this chaos.

Toward this madness.

Toward this inevitability.

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The silence after the storm.

Shallow breaths.

Racing hearts.

Y/N abruptly stepped back, as if the wall Reid had pressed her against was burning.

What had she just done?

She ran a trembling hand over her lips.

They were swollen. Sensitive.

Marked by him.

By what they had done.

Her gaze met Reid’s.

Still as intense.

Still too much.

His chest was still rising and falling from exertion. He seemed lost in a thousand thoughts, but one thing was clear:

He didn’t regret anything.

"Y/N…"

His voice.

Deep. Rough.

Too dangerous.

She shook her head, stepped back again.

"No."

Reid frowned.

"No?"

"This can’t happen."

His gaze hardened.

"It just did."

She clenched her fists.

"It was a mistake."

Reid closed his eyes briefly, taking a shaky breath.

Then he looked at her, with that analytical expression she hated.

The one that dug under her skin.

That searched for truths she refused to face.

"Can you really say that?"

She looked away.

She wanted to say yes.

But her entire body screamed otherwise.

Reid took a step toward her.

She shivered.

Not from fear.

From anticipation.

From that damn thrill that ran down her spine every time he got too close.

"Look at me and say it."

She opened her mouth.

But nothing came out.

Because he was right.

Because it was impossible to lie now.

Because that kiss…

That kiss had changed everything.

It had destroyed her.

Or maybe repaired her.

She wasn’t sure.

But one thing was certain:

She was screwed.

Y/N left the room like a shadow.

Without a word.

Without looking back.

Reid didn’t follow her.

He knew she needed space.

But he also knew this wasn’t over.

Not even close.

And he was right.

Because that night, as he buried himself in books, trying to forget the feel of her lips on his…

There was a knock at his door.

His heart skipped a beat.

He knew it would be her.

He opened it.

She was there.

Her hair still damp from the rain.

Her gaze shattered.

Her breath unsteady.

She didn’t speak.

She didn’t move.

But everything in her screamed that she couldn’t take it anymore.

So Reid did what he knew best.

He pulled her into him.

Closed his eyes as he felt her body against his.

And when she whispered, in a trembling breath:

"Help me."

He understood.

They were lost.

And this time…

They wouldn’t fight it.

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The rain still pounded against Reid’s apartment windows.

In the darkness, Y/N stood before him. Soaked, shivering, eyes locked onto his.

She didn’t need to speak.

Everything in her screamed what she couldn’t say out loud.

Help me.

Reid felt something break inside him. A barrier he had fought to keep in place for months.

Without a word, he took her freezing hand and gently pulled her inside.

She didn’t resist.

She wasn’t running anymore.

She was letting him be there.

He closed the door behind her and stood still, uncertain.

“You’re freezing. Come…”

He led her to the couch and disappeared for a moment before returning with a towel. He placed it over her shoulders with a gentleness that made Y/N tremble.

Because there was no pressure.

No demands.

Just his presence, which she was beginning to accept.

She grabbed the towel and slowly rubbed her arms, trying to warm her numb body.

“Do you want something hot?” Reid asked softly.

She shook her head.

She didn’t want tea.

Or hot chocolate.

She wanted him.

But how could she say that?

How could she explain the storm inside her, the chaos he ignited with every glance, every whisper?

She had never been allowed to feel this.

She had never dared.

And yet, tonight, she had come to him.

So she made a decision.

She set the towel on the couch. Stood up slowly.

Reid’s eyes followed her, his expression unreadable.

Y/N took a step.

Then another.

Until she was right in front of him.

Close enough to hear his breath catch.

To hear his heart pounding.

She lifted a hesitant hand.

Rested it against his cheek.

He flinched at the contact but didn’t move.

He let her.

He waited.

Her thumb brushed over his lightly stubbled jaw.

A shiver ran down her spine.

This was crazy.

This was reckless.

This was inevitable.

She looked up at him, searching for a reason to stop.

There wasn’t one.

So, slowly, hesitantly, she closed the last inch between them.

And kissed him.

Reid didn’t move at first.

As if he couldn’t believe what was happening.

Then, gently, he responded.

His lips moved against hers with an almost painful tenderness.

Y/N felt a tremor in her chest.

This wasn’t like the first time.

This wasn’t stolen in the heat of desire.

This was a choice.

Her choice.

She deepened the kiss, her fingers sliding into his damp hair.

Reid let out a breath against her mouth, as if he had been holding it for months.

As if he had been waiting for exactly this.

His hands hesitated at her waist.

Almost cautious.

But when she pressed her body against his, he gave in.

His arms wrapped around her completely, holding her like he was afraid she would disappear.

She didn’t want to leave.

Not this time.

They kissed again and again, as if it was the only thing that mattered.

As if it was inevitable.

Until their breath ran out.

Until Y/N felt panic creeping in.

She wasn’t ready for more.

Reid noticed immediately.

He froze.

Pulled back just enough to meet her gaze.

She waited for him to ask a question.

To try to understand.

But he didn’t.

He simply ran a reassuring hand through her wet hair and murmured,

“Stay.”

She closed her eyes for a moment.

Stay.

With him.

Here, in this space where she didn’t feel unsafe.

She slowly nodded.

And that night, for the first time in years…

Y/N slept without nightmares.

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Days passed, then weeks.

And something had changed.

It was subtle, imperceptible to others, but for them, it was a shift.

They had never spoken about that night.

About that kiss.

About the way Y/N had woken up, wrapped in Reid’s sheets, her body pressed against his.

About how he had simply smiled and whispered, “Good morning,” without forcing anything.

About how she had stayed.

Not because she felt obligated.

But because she wanted to.

They didn’t hold hands in public.

They didn’t whisper sweet words in front of the team.

But everything was different.

Y/N found herself searching for Reid more often.

Wanting to sit beside him during briefings.

Accepting his gestures, his touches, those small, almost imperceptible moments that once would have made her recoil.

Reid didn’t rush anything.

He let her come to him at her own pace.

But he no longer hesitated to touch her.

To place a hand on her back when they walked side by side.

To brush his fingers against hers when they exchanged files.

To run his hand through her hair under some flimsy excuse.

And Y/N didn’t push him away.

She let him.

Because, for the first time, she wasn’t afraid.

Only warm.

A feeling she never thought possible.

The Team Starts to Notice

Of course, they weren’t the only ones to notice the change.

Morgan was the first to comment.

“Reid, is it just me, or have you been glued to Y/N lately?”

Y/N rolled her eyes but said nothing.

Reid flushed slightly and shrugged.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Are you serious, man?” Morgan laughed.

Emily, watching the scene, crossed her arms with a teasing smile.

“I think it’s cute.”

Y/N shot her a glare.

But the team wasn’t fooled.

Even Hotch had raised an eyebrow when he saw Y/N and Reid leaving the office together one night, their personal space almost nonexistent.

Garcia, of course, was thrilled.

“I knew it! I knew it!” she had squealed one day after seeing Reid place a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, gently pulling her closer.

Y/N had glared at her, but Reid had only smiled.

He wasn’t ashamed.

He wasn’t afraid.

With Kali, Everything Was Different

The strangest part was seeing Reid and Kali’s bond.

The little girl adored him.

Maybe even more than Y/N had thought possible.

She ran to him the moment he arrived at the office.

She laughed at his jokes, even the bad ones.

She loved when he clumsily signed words in ASL, her tiny fingers sometimes correcting him with serious concentration.

Y/N watched these moments with a mix of warmth and fear.

Because Reid wasn’t just playing a temporary role.

He was there.

Really there.

And for Kali, that was already a fact.

“You know she adores you,” Y/N murmured one evening as Reid sat on the couch, Kali asleep against him.

He looked down at the little girl, a soft smile on his lips.

“I think she trusts me a little, yeah.”

Y/N’s chest tightened.

She bit her lip, then whispered,

“She’s not the only one.”

Reid turned to her.

His gaze was filled with nothing but tenderness and emotion.

But he didn’t say anything.

He just reached out his hand.

Y/N hesitated for only a second before taking it.

And that night, she knew.

She knew she didn’t have to be afraid anymore.

Because, for the first time in a long time…

She had found home.

And home was him.

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The days passed, and with them, Y/N realized her life was no longer the same. Everything felt… lighter. It wasn’t a fairy tale. She hadn’t miraculously forgotten her wounds. But she was moving forward. And Reid was there, every day, never rushing her. Never demanding anything. Never asking for more than she could give.

But Y/N knew. She saw what he felt in every look he gave her. In every quiet smile. In every intentional touch. And she saw how she had changed too. Because sometimes, it was her searching for him. Her letting her fingers brush his without pulling away. Her finding an excuse to stay by his side just a little longer. Maybe that was her way of saying, "I love you too."

One night, after an exhausting case, they stayed late at the office. Morgan, Garcia, and Emily had already left. Hotch and Rossi had been gone for a while. Only Y/N, Reid, and JJ remained, with JJ finishing a call with Will before giving them a tired smile.

"I'm heading out. You two should go home too."

Y/N glanced at Reid. He was still deep in a file, his fingers tapping absently on the table. JJ raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Or… are you staying because you want to?"

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Goodnight, JJ."

The agent laughed before leaving, letting her alone with Reid. Silence settled between them. Reid turned slightly toward her.

"You can leave, you know. I’ll finish this tomorrow."

Y/N hesitated for a moment. She wanted to stay. So instead of answering, she sat down across from him and crossed her arms.

"What if I have something to finish too?"

A small, amused smile tugged at his lips. He didn’t say anything, but she saw his gaze soften. They stayed there, working in silence but aware of each other every second. And when they left together that night, it was hand in hand.

Reid and Kali’s relationship had become something special. Y/N hadn’t realized how much until that evening when she overheard their conversation.

Reid was sitting on the couch, his expression focused as he clumsily signed a phrase.

Kali giggled softly, then corrected his gesture.

Not like that, Spencer! she signed excitedly.

Reid squinted.

Like this?

The little girl nodded with a big smile.

Y/N froze in the doorway.

Because it was the first time her daughter had called someone by their first name. Not Mister, not Doctor—just… Spencer. A name spoken with sincere affection.

Reid looked up at Y/N in that moment.

And she saw.

She saw how much he cared for Kali.

How much he cared for them.

And her heart skipped a beat.

But with this warmth, with this new normal, came something Y/N hadn’t anticipated: fear.

The fear that all of this was just an illusion.

The fear of getting too attached, too deeply, too fast.

Because love, for her, had never been safe.

Love, in her past, had meant control, pain, manipulation.

But with Reid…

With him, it was different.

It was calm.

It was patient.

It was… real.

And that was terrifying.

One night, as they left a crime scene, rain poured down in heavy sheets. They walked in silence toward the FBI car when Y/N suddenly stopped.

Reid, surprised, did the same.

"Y/N?"

She lowered her head, watching the raindrops run down her shoes. Then, she took a deep breath and said,

"I… I’m scared."

He didn’t ask unnecessary questions. He didn’t push her to explain. He just waited, standing there in the rain, his eyes locked on hers.

Y/N finally looked up, her jaw tight.

"I don’t know how… how to love someone normally."

Reid was quiet for a moment. Then, gently, he raised a hand and rested it against her cheek.

"You don’t have to know."

His voice was soft, almost a whisper.

"I don’t want you to be anyone else."

Her eyes burned.

"But what if I hurt you without meaning to?"

Reid gave her a sad smile.

"Then we’ll learn together."

And in that moment, standing in the pouring rain, she understood.

It wasn’t an illusion.

It wasn’t a trap.

It was him.

And he was real.

So, for the first time, Y/N did something she had never dared to do.

She took a step forward.

Then another.

Then, without thinking, she wrapped her arms around Reid and buried her face against his chest.

He stood still, surprised… then he hugged her back, his hold firm and reassuring.

They stayed there, under the rain, without a word.

Just them.

And it was enough.

---

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. And against all odds, Y/N learned. She learned not to run. Not to see the face of her tormentor every time she looked at Reid. Not to tremble at the thought of being loved. She learned to live. And living, for her, meant loving him.

It was a quiet morning, one of those where time seemed to stand still. The golden sunlight brushed against the curtains, painting the room in a soft, comforting glow. Y/N slowly opened her eyes. And the first thing she saw was him. Reid slept beside her, peaceful, a hand resting on her waist as if afraid she would disappear in the night. Y/N watched him for a moment, savoring this simple moment of calm. He was so beautiful. So vulnerable, with his messy brown locks and long lashes resting against his pale skin. So different from the image she had first seen in him. So different from Him. She took a deep breath, letting the peace of the moment wrap around her. Then, gently, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Reid stirred slightly, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.

— Hmm… kissing me in my sleep now? he murmured, his morning voice husky.

Y/N rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips.

— You’re dreaming, Spencer.

He cracked an eye open, hazel gaze twinkling with mischief.

— Oh no, I’m very much awake.

He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her against him, burying his face in her hair. Y/N closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his embrace. It was real. This was their reality. And it was perfect.

Kali and Her "Spencer"

Reid and Kali’s bond had become undeniable. Y/N had grown used to her daughter’s laughter when they played together. To seeing her climb onto his lap without hesitation. To watching her sign phrases with him that Y/N herself didn’t even understand yet. And to the way Reid responded with infinite patience.

One evening, as Y/N tucked Kali into bed, the little girl signed something that left her speechless.

Spencer is in love with you, Mommy

Y/N froze, surprised by her daughter's bluntness.

— Who told you that? she asked, laughing softly.

Kali shrugged before signing,

I just know.

Then she tilted her head and added, eyes shining with innocence,

You love him too, don’t you?

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Kali smiled, then burrowed under her blanket.

Goodnight, Mom.

Y/N sat there long after her daughter had fallen asleep, realizing a truth she had perhaps never dared to admit to herself.

A few months later, Y/N and Reid stood hand in hand before the ocean. They were on vacation, far from BAU cases, far from the weight of the past. Reid turned to her, a tender smile on his lips.

— You know, if someone had told me a year ago that I’d be here, with you…

Y/N raised an amused eyebrow.

— You would have run a statistical analysis to prove it was impossible?

He chuckled softly, nodding.

— Probably.

Then, more seriously, he added,

— But I’m glad I was wrong.

Y/N took a deep breath, letting the salty wind caress her skin. She turned to him and cupped his face in her hands.

— Me too.

Then, for the first time—without hesitation, without fear, without holding back—she kissed him. A deep, sincere kiss. A kiss that said everything she had never known how to put into words.

And when they pulled apart, Reid rested his forehead against hers, a radiant smile on his lips.

— I love you, Y/N.

She didn’t hesitate this time. She wasn’t running anymore.

— I love you too, Spencer.

This was their story. Imperfect, marked by pain, by the past…

But also by love, resilience, and hope.

And that was perfect just as it was.

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[jennywtheglock]

Haley & Aaron Hotchner 9.05 - Route 66

[bellasprettywords]

Hi angel! Could you do a little angst and just general messy situationship with Aaron hotchner xfem reader, where reader is dating hotch’s best friend and she’s falling out of love with him and getting feelings for hotch. Starts off with stollen glances and following each other out of the room everyone’s in to have small arguments about why r doesn’t just leave and be with hotch etc

Guilty as Sin (Aaron Hotcher x Reader)

Hi love!! I'm extremely sorry it took me this long, but I hope you like it🙈

Summary: in which you meet Hotch after many years and some sparks fly

Tw: mention of cheating, alcohol, and kidnapping

Word count: 3,274

No mention of y/n

“Hey, it’s nice to see you” you heard Aaron Hotchner’s voice behind you calling your name. You could recognize that voice anywhere from when the two of you worked at the District Attorney’s Office together, just two kids fresh out of college… It felt like a lifetime ago, before he joined the FIB, and way before you became a political figure in Washington D.C., but hearing him saying your name sent shivers down your spine.

“Wow, it’s really you… Aaron Hotchner in the flesh” you said, turning on your heels to face him, and he looked just like you remembered him. Tall, dark hair that somehow was always perfectly, even after a rough day, built strong with that je ne sais quoi that could make you feel safe around him, dark brown eyes that sparked before you; he was wearing a gray suit and a tie that for a moment there, you imagined reaping off, until your train of thought was cut

“I… I’m so happy to see you, I didn’t expect running into you here” he said, it almost looked like he was going to lean in for a hug, but he stopped himself at the last second

“Here? In the D.A.’s office?” you asked with a puzzled look, almost amused at his confusion

“Actually, I’m here to see the D.A., wait… Powell? That’s your last name…?” he was stumbling through his words as he was finally making the connection, it was you, you were the District Attorney he was coming to see

“How may I help you, Agent Hotchner?” you said, offering him a warm smile, sitting at your desk, and unable to help yourself from seeing the flashbacks that your mind kept conjuring. Late night study sessions, the cases the two of you would work on, how naturally he became your confident, and the way you had fallen head over heels for your friend, and coworker, of course, it had remained as a guilty pleasure, as a secret want, as he was married, had been married when the two of you met and even if your heart ached for him, you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize his happiness

“... and basically that’s the case we are working right now, and why we need your help” Aaron said, taking you out from your thoughts, CRAP, your cascade of thoughts and emotions pretty much made you unaware of what he needed

“Well, the D.A.’s office is at your disposition and anything you need us for” you added, hoping with all your heart that the response was enough to suffice the agent that was in front of you, but you were saved by a knock in your door

“G’morning, sweetheart, hope I’m not interrupting” your boyfriend, Rick Morton, said peaking his head into your office

“Rick? Rick Morton?” Aaron said, looking perplexed at the scene that was unfolding before his eyes

“Aaron Hotchner? Is that really you?” your boyfriend said entering your office, directly to… hug? Aaron

“I didn’t know the two of you… knew each other” you said, with a hint of amusement in your tone

“This man is pretty much my best friend” Tim said with a huge smile, which left you puzzled as even after three years his name never came up in any conversation

“We met back in high school, he actually offered a toast in my wedding” Aaron added, making your thoughts come back to the ground as he mentioned Hailey

“Well, what a lovely reunion we had here” you said, hoping to finish quickly the trip through memory lane and impatient to get to work

“Wait, you work here? At the D.A.’s?” Aaron asked Rick, perplexed at the idea

“Gosh no, I’m only dropping by to leave a skinny vanilla and a muffin to my girl before my trip, I’m working at the House of Congress and actually, I’m running a little late” Tim added proudly looking at his watch

“Have a safe trip” you said taking the coffee and the muffin and giving him a peck on the cheek

“Thanks, Hotch, if you’re still here when I come back you better join us for dinner, she makes a killer meatloaf” Tim said before leaving your office

“I… wow… I’d like to make some snarky remark about how small the world is but I guess the District of Columbia has its reputation for being small, hu?” you said, giving Hotch a small smile

“It’s just so… I don’t really recall him mentioning you, I mean, of course I didn’t either, but…” Hotch stumbled with his words and you couldn’t help but feel tenderness at the way he tried to put the pieces together

“The whole situation has its charm, you know? You guys being best friends from high school, you and I being friends from your time at the D.A. 's office, and well, now Rick and I are dating” you said and Aaron caught a certain… uncomfortable undertone as you mentioned Rick

“Is everything okay between the two of you?” Hotch asked, giving away that he was playing close attention and notice the slight chance on your demeanor

“Of course, why wouldn't it be? Don’t go all profiler on me” you said, trying to laugh off the comment, although to be honest, there was something there but you wouldn’t discuss it with him, not after you haven’t talked in eight years

The day progressed hectic, Aaron introduced you to his team and you were all hands on deck, looking through files and amongst meetings with the Police Department, certain Congressmen and different public figures from D.C. because, at the end of the day, you had a serial killer on the loose. It was around eleven p.m., most of Hotch’s team had already left and he was just outside, saying goodbye to the young Doctor that insisted on staying as late as his boss.

“I’m sorry about that, Reid was insisting on staying until we left” Hotch said, entering the conference room where the boxes you were looking through were scattered around the table

“Don’t worry about it, it’s quite a team you got there, I’m impressed” you said, giving him a smile, making his stomach turn a little at the sight of your smile

“You know, it’s crazy seeing you after all this time, all grown up and saving the world day by day with your job” you said, lifting your gaze from the documents you were reading and actually taking the time to see him, really see him, his perfectly accommodated hair was a little messy and his tie was a little lose, he looked tired, but even after feeling beaten he somehow looked gorgeous

“I know we grew apart, but I want you to know I’m proud of you, and everything you’ve accomplished” Aaron said, looking at you and making you feel flustered, like a high school girl being looked at by her crush

“What do you say we get out of here and we grab a bite?” you said to break the little tension you felt building up in the air

“What are we going to find open at this hour?” Hotch asked looking at his watch

“Don’t worry about that, and let me take care of you” you said, accommodating some papers into the box they belonged to, and you saw the trace of a smile on his face.

As the two of you were sitting in your car, you couldn’t help but feeling ease, the conversation was flowing like you never stopped talking, and in what felt like a heartbeat, the two of you were already in the driveway of your house.

“I see you got the white picket fence you always wished for” Aaron said examining the premises of our home

“It is quite lovely, it’s such a shame I spend most of my time at the office” you said with a sight as you turned off the engine “Shall we?” you asked with a smile

“Hold on a second, don’t move” Aaron said, opening the passenger door and walking towards your door to open it “May I?” he added offering his hand, and you couldn’t help but chuckle

“Such a gentleman, I can totally see why Hailey fell so easily for you” you said playfully, but you couldn’t help but noticing a flicker of hurt in his eyes

After making and eating some midnight pancakes, enjoying half a bottle of wine and laughing so hard your stomach hurt, the two of you were sitting in the floor of your living room, talking about anything and nothing simultaneously:

“Where did time even go?” you said chuckling as the two of you recounted different anecdotes

“God. I can’t believe we once were just kids fresh out of college, and now we’re here, all grown up and saving lives” Aaron said with a melancholic tone you could totally understand

“I don’t know if it’s the wine or the fact that we’re walking through memory lane, but I gotta confess something” you said staring wide-eyed at your guest as he was sitting up and moving closer to you

“You can tell me anything” he added, gazing intensively at your eyes; you could feel your tongue twisting, your stomach bubbling and your palms sweating, but in the heat of the moment, it just felt… right?

“Once upon a time, when we first started working together, I had the most ginormous crush on you” you said laughing at the flashback of yourself starring starry eyed at a younger Aaron, but instead of giving you a laugh or a reaction you could read, he remained with a puzzled look “Okay, don’t look at me like that, I’d never would’ve done anything to jeopardize your marriage back then, and I wouldn't do anything to cause trouble now, I just thought it should be in the open” you added, sitting straight

“Don’t move away” Aaron said, scooping you closer to him, but with a tone a tad more serious that what you’ve anticipated

“Hey, there's no need to get weird, as I told you, I wouldn’t make a move on you” you tried to joke to alleviate the tension

“What? Why wouldn’t you?” Hotch asked with what seemed a little… butthurt?

“Well, for starters you have a family which includes a wife, a job that has you traveling around the country…” you started to enunciate the reasons

“And then there’s Rick” Hotch added to your list

“Sure, there’s Rick, and whatever” you said rolling your eyes

“What’s that about? Is everything okay with the two of you?” Hotch asked trying to decipher your reaction

“We’re… It’s weird, I don’t really know where we stand with now” you said hoping he would catch the cue to not touch the subject

“But everything seemed fine earlier today” Hotch said, definitely not catching the cue

“He cheated on me, about a month ago, and since then he’s been trying to make it up, but I guess sometimes things are too broken to fix” you recounted, hoping this time he would get the insinuation

“Hailey divorced me” Aaron said low, drinking the rest of his wine

“I guess we just couldn’t have it all” you said, drinking the rest of your own wine and calling it a night. The clock in your kitchen counter read 3am, so you invited Hotch to spend the night in your guest room and he complied easily.

You woke up around 7 am with the smell of bacon which, for a moment of confusion, made you think you were still dreaming, but as you came down into the kitchen, you caught sight of him, Hotch was standing in front of the stove with freshly prepared eggs and bacon, recently brewed coffee, and fruit cut into pieces:

“I didn’t know this was a bed and breakfast” you joked, surprising Aaron who was concentrated in pouring orange juice into a couple of glasses

“I just wanted to say thank you” he said, placing a plate in front of you, and you dug in, as it smelled delicious.

The two of you had breakfast in silence, reading the newspaper and stealing little glances and smiles. The atmosphere was peaceful, and you felt comfortable, for the first time in a really long time you didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with words, the two of you were just… existing together

“I should go get ready, and we can ride together to the office, or I could drop you off if you need it” you said as you finished up your breakfast

“We can ride together, and while you get ready I’ll clean up” Aaron said with a smile, which made some remaining butterflies flutter inside you

“Thank you, for everything” you said gifting him a smile

“Maybe we can have it all” you heard Hotch mutter quietly as you were approaching the staircase to go get ready

The day at work was hectic, as the killer had struck again this time leaving a message, luckily the team finally had a lead, but in the middle of the chaos, both you and Aaron managed to steal a few glances and moments together. You felt like a fool, there was a serial killer roaming around your city, and you were fantasizing about your old friend being maybe more than a friend; nonetheless you could almost swear there was something there… maybe… a flicker of a tornado of old and new feelings, reaching the surface.

A couple of days went by and the tension between you and Aaron was growing more and more, you’d catch him in the middle of meetings staring at you, leaving you little notes with snacks in your desk or following you into your office after briefings, but departing before any of you had the chance of saying something. You were coming back from court when suddenly you felt a bang on the back of your head and you fell unconscious.

“Wakey wakey, you’re gonna be a star” you heard a man’s voice as you recovered consciousness. You looked around trying to register where you were, when you noticed a camera recording in front of you and a masculine figure standing behind it

“What a pathetic way to grab attention” you said, defying the person in front of you, sure, maybe it was a stupid idea, but from the profile Hotch’s team assembled, you were hoping you could get him to spill some information

“That’s no way to treat your host” the guy said sounding bitter

“And this is no way to treat your star! Kidnapping me from court around 11 am and bringing me here? To be tied up in a chair? Come on! How long did it take you? I’m sure you could’ve done better” you kept pressing

“As a matter of fact, I only had 30 minutes to prepare everything” you kidnapper scoffed and you were praying that Hotch, his team or someone was actually watching the livestream, but you had to be sure

“So tell me big shot? Who’s even watching this?” you shoot your shot

“Y’know, just your friends at the Police Precinct, the people at the D.A.’s office and of course, the internet” he said with a mocking tone

You pestered your kidnapper with questions and as he was growing more and more desperate, suddenly you heard another bang, only this time it came from the door:

“F.B.I. hands up and don’t move” you heard Aaron yell as the door was coming undone. You saw the police and the rest of the team invade the room and apprehend the guy who held you captive

“Hey hey hey, are you okay? Did he hurt you” Hotch said kneeling next to you, examining you visually with desperation and wrapping his arms around you

“I’m okay, he didn’t do anything, other than banged the back of my head, but I think I’m okay” you said and you mentally slapped yourself did you really just joke about your kidnapping?

“I’m going to get you out of here” Aaron said frenetically uniting you, and as you were going to step from the chair you were sitting, he swept you from your feet, carrying you bridal style. The ride to the hospital he kept you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings and placing small kisses on your head, and once again, the creeping feeling that this felt right invaded you.

Once you were settled in your hospital room and Hotch was settled in the small couch in your hospital room to spend the night, Rick arrived:

“My darling, I’m so glad you’re okay” Rick said placing a small peck in your cheek

“Hey, I thought you were out of town” you said with an icy tone

“I was but I flew back in as soon as I heard the news of you getting kidnapped” he added, as if it was the logical thing to do

“You must be beat, and Aaron said he would stay with me tonight, so maybe you could go to your apartment and I’ll see you tomorrow” you tried to conjure Rick to leave

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m your boyfriend, I should stay here tonight, besides, I’m sure Hotch wants to go rest after the day” Rick said with a puzzled look staring at the two of you

“I don’t want to impose so, maybe I should leave” Hotch said standing from the couch where we was witnessing the scene

“Thanks man” Rick said shaking his hand and escorting him to the door without giving you the chance to say your goodbyes

You didn’t know if it was the pain, your emotions for the kidnapping or the tension that had scaled with Hotch, but that night in the hospital you ended things with Rick; luckily he stayed until you were released and he was kind enough to drive you home.

There you were, home, alone, with free time for work and officially single. You were about to call Hotch, when you heard a knocking at the door, and when you opened up, he was there, with a bouquet of flowers and a “get well soon” card

“I conjured you here” you said with a smile, inviting him inside

“I need to talk to you” Hotch said with a serious tone as he handed you the flowers

“Is everything alright?” you said, trying to decipher what was going inside his head

“Why are you still with him?” Hotch asked bluntly

“Excuse me?” you said confused

“Why are you still with him, even after he cheated on you” Hotch said, this time with a bitter tone “You are everything, you are smart, fearless, loving, caring, you are so powerful, and witty, and I just… I can’t conceive the fact that you are with another man, not just another man, but a man who disrespected you like that, and I’m sorry if I’m overstepping, but I just can’t imagine having the honor of being with you and just doing something as stupid as hurting you” he added

“I… I… what are you…?” against all odds, you were at a loss of words, the one thing you’d been fantasizing for the last five days was finally happening and you didn’t know what to say

“Look, you don’t have to say anything, I guess I’m just in love with you, and if you give me the chance, I will fight for you” he said, and you couldn’t do anything but kiss him.

His lips were soft but hungry, he wrapped his atoms around you and his hands swiftly moved from your hips, to your back and to your face. The two of you kept kissing, almost as if you needed that kiss as much as oxygen, when you finally needed air, you took a small step back to tell him the news about your newly acquired singlehood

“I’m no longer with Rick, we broke up last night” you said with a small smile, and your statement was quickly met with another kiss

Again, I’m so, so, so sorry about the delay but I hope you like it :)))

[miley1442111]

nervous night- a.hotchner

a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

you and aaron have jack (obvi) and a daughter, ellie. :) (2k + words)

summary: you see your sister for the first time in a long ti8me, things don't go so well.

pairing: husband/dad aaron hotchner x wife/mother reader

warnings: annoying family members, your sister is a narcissist, allusions to abuse, sad moments, aaron and reader shower together (not sexually)

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Nerves wracked your stomach. You hadn’t seen your sister in 4 years. Your sister was somewhat of a narcissist and practically made you her punching bag throughout childhood. She always had to be the centre of attention, always had to be pitied, and always had to be liked. It was exhausting. Now, you were a successful professor with a husband, a son, and a daughter. Aaron, Jack, and Ellie were the loves of your life, they were your favourite people on the planet. They had your back through everything, Aaron supported and loved you and your children were the most intelligent and polite kids on the earth. 

So, why were you so nervous for this dinner?

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When Aaron walked into the bathroom and saw the beautiful floor-length gown you had on for the evening, the flawlessly- applied makeup, and the beautiful way you had styled your hair, he was reminded of a fresh-out-of-the-academy you. Yes, you were younger than him, and yes, at the beginning he was named a ‘cradle-robber’ by the team but neither of you cared. You two were each other's everything. You had joined the BAU just after Haley’s death and Aaron and you grew close. It took about a year and a half before he made a move, since you didn’t want to take advantage of his fragile state. Since then, it’d had nothing but love between the two of you. A year of dating, marriage in Rossi’s backyard, and Ellie joining you only 9 months after the wedding. BUt when he first laid his eyes on you, he was sure you were an angel. You were so kind, so funny, so smart, so interesting. You were everything he wanted and more.

Years on, you were out of the BAU, a professor at a university nearby and Aaron had become a corporate lawyer.

“You look so beautiful,” Aaron smiled in the mirror as you fixed your earring. You rolled your eyes and chuckled. 

“You look pretty handsome yourself,” you smiled at him. His cheeks warmed and his smile widened. 

“The kids are ready,” As he was speaking, Jack walked in with Ellie behind him, an undone tie around his neck. 

“Mom!” Ellie smiled in your direction. You smiled at your grown children. Jack was 19 now, Ellie was 11. Ellie and you were so close, just like you were close with Jack. You started tying Jack’s tie without question as Aaron scoffed from behind you and Jack just smiled at you.

“What are you scoffing about?” You gave Aaron a playful kick and he rested a hand on your shoulder, standing behind you.

“I already did Jack’s tie,” he explained. “But he undid it so you could do it.”

“Mom does your tie every morning!” Jack reminded him and Aaron smiled, rolling his eyes. 

“I suppose,” he sighed as he picked up Ellie. “Are you excited for dinner Ellie?” 

Ellie squealed, trying to get out of her father’s arms as he mercilessly tickled her. You and Jack laughed at their shenanigans and you smiled at your lovely life. You adored your family.

You finished up Jack’s tie and gave him a hug, moving to grab your things when Aaron grabbed your waist. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, right beside your ear and whispered. “You’ll do great, you’re incredible.”

Some of the weight on your chest lifted. 

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The dinner was in a very upscale restaurant, one Aaron had brought you to for your anniversary just a few months perviously. You sat nervously waiting on your sister as Aaron sat beside you, keeping the kids entertained with a story from your time in the BAU. As much as the BAU was a very traumatic time for the both of you, it was still an amazing part of your life. As Jack pretended to not know the ending and Ellie listened with bated breath, you smiled at your amazing family, a sense of immense pride radiating from you. 

Then they walked in. What you thought to be your sister, her dark hair the same but… everything different from what you’d remembered. She seemed tanner, different, more-expensive clothing on her, and clearly luxurious jewellery clung to her. Her husband, a short man called Pete with his signature pleasant smile on his face, and three children behind them, all staring down at phones. Your sister, Maeve sat opposite you, Pete opposite Aaron, Liam (her first born son) opposite Jack, Joey (her second child) opposite Ellie, and their youngest daughter, Elizabeth sitting in a seat beside her father. 

“Y/n! How are you?” She asked, her voice sickly sweet and far too loud for the atmospheric restaurant. 

“I’m good, how are you?” You smiled. Well, here goes nothing. 

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She was still a narcissistic bitch. Her husband was so conditioned to her bullying it seemed to roll off him, but it hit you deep. Aaron could tell how upset you were getting at her ‘not-so-subtle’ jabs at your life and choices that he decided to commandeer the situation and talk about something both him and Pete could talk about, their shared job, being a lawyer. 

Pete was a mildly successful lawyer and Aaron could tell his family lived well beyond their means, something he’d noticed since the beginning of the dinner. The children were all dressed well, she was dressed well, but Pete was in a second-hand, or old shirt. 

Benefits of being a profiler, I guess. 

“So, what do you like to do Jack?” Maeve asked your son, interrupting Aaron. 

“I like soccer,” He smiled, his manners were shining through and you couldn’t have been more proud. “What do you like to do?”

“Oh, he’s so cute,” Maeve chuckled like he wasn’t even there. “Liam plays soccer too, don’t you Liam?” She asked him, nudging him to look up from the phone his eyes were glued to. 

“What?- Oh, yeah. I scored 7 goals this season,” he smirked. Jack’s interest was piqued, he loved soccer. 

“Cool! What team do you play with?” Jack asked.

“I’m kind of between teams at the minute, what about you?” 

Jack was not one to show off, but he had gotten a scholarship to Stanford on his soccer talent and it was something he’d been extremely proud of since he’d started going there last fall. “Umm,” he mumbled for a second. “Stanford. I’m the captain of the Stanford team.” 

Maeve’s jaw dropped. Liam’s jaw dropped. 

“You’re the captain of the Stanford team?” Liam asked, shocked.

“Yeah,” Jack smiled. Liam chuckled.

“Congratulations man, that’s awesome,” Liam shook Jack’s hand in a friendly manner and you were happy Jack was being acknowledged by his cousins. 

“And what about you, little miss?” Maeve asked, brushing off your son’s talent. 

“I play tennis and I’m in a competitive dance team,” she smiled. “I love tennis though, I probably prefer it to dance.”

"Wow, how amazing!" Maeve's over-exaggerated enthusiasm showed something else, her jealousy.

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“So you’ve landed on your feet,” Maeve slurred. 

“I have,” you smiled as you watched your children chatting with their cousins in the garden, playing in the summer sunset. 

“The husband is pretty too,” she snorted, clearly far too drunk. “Might have to steal him.”

“There is no way you could steal me away from my wife,” Aaron phrased it like a joke, wrapping his arms around your waist, but everyone could tell it wasn’t.

Maeve fake-laughed as Pete smiled at the two of you.

“I can’t believe it, my baby-sister. You’re all grown up, taking care of a dead woman’s child and one of your own,” Maeve jabbed and you could feel your blood run cold. “I never thought you’d be a good mother, turns out I was right.”

“Pardon?” Aaron asked.

“I mean, yes, Jack is impressive but that was the work of your late wife, what’s her name again? Haley? And Y/n has Ellie in dance and tennis, I mean she clearly wants to give her daughter an eating disorder just like she had back in the day.”

Your heart dropped. You were so hurt by those words. 

“What the fuck did you just say to my mom?” Jack asked from the door to the backyard. Maeve had a triumphant smirk on her face. 

“Nothing that wasn’t true,” Maeve smirked. 

“Why do you always have to ruin stuff mom?!” Liam groaned. “They are actually cool and interesting people and you’re ruining our relationship with them because you’re jealous! Just give up!”

Shouting began. Maeve and Pete were shouting at Liam, Joey, and Elizabeth and they were shouting back. Ellie ran to you, burying her face in your side and you covered her ears. Jack settled himself beside you, letting you hug him close, his face in the crook of your neck. Jack and Ellie both hated shouting, they could not stand it. It reminded Jack of the day Haley died, and it reminded Ellie of a time you had gotten hurt on a case and been rushed to hospital, she had been with you when you were rushed to surgery and she could always remember the shouting of the doctors and nurses. 

“We’re leaving!” Pete demanded. 

“I fucking staying here, if Aaron and Y/n let me,” Liam shouted back. All shouting was silenced, and all eyes were on you two. You looked at Aaron and he nodded. 

“Of course you can stay here,” He assured his niece and nephews. “We’d be happy to have you.”

Pete and Maeve were deeply unhappy at that. 

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In the end, Liam, Joey, and Elizabeth stayed, Pete and Maeve practically disowning them and saying they would ‘drop their stuff off in the morning’. I mean, you had the extra space, you had three guest rooms in your house (one of Rossi’s houses you’d bought off him for a very substantial discount), and you truly did love them.

You tucked Ellie into bed and closed the door behind you, coming face to face with Liam.

“Thank you for letting us stay,” he said.

“Of course, we love you guys so much and you’re welcome here any time.”

“Thank you,” he said, pulling you into a hug. You could feel the small sobs wracking his body but you didn’t mention it, allowing him to cry into your neck.

“Do you want to go golfing with Jack and Aaron this weekend? You can offer it to Joey too. Ellie and I can take Elizabeth with us to get our nails done,” you offered, knowing they would probably be staying for a while. 

“That would be really nice,” he pulled away, smiling. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

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You knocked on Jack’s door, and he opened it immediately. 

“You alright?” You had barely got the question out before he wrapped you up in a bone-crushing hug. 

“I love you mom,” he stressed. “Thank you for letting them stay.”

You were kind of aware that Jack and Liam had been friends online in recent years, but clearly they knew each other better than you thought. 

“You two are close?” 

“He’s been telling me a bit about life with his parents and… it’s not good.”

You nodded, understanding what he meant. After sitting with him for some time, you wished him sweet dreams and moved to your own bedroom, exhaustion pulling at your eyes. 

You heard the shower running, knowing it was Aaron, you removed your makeup and clothes, then joined him. 

“Hi honey,” he smiled sympathetically. “How are you doing?”

“I’m here,” you yawned as his hands gripped your waist. “Looks like they’ll be staying for a while.”

“Should I look into papers?” he asked, grabbing some shampoo and softly running it through your hair. 

“Not yet,” you mumbled, allowing your eyes to close as he took care of you. 

“You looked so beautiful tonight,” he whispered against your skin as he kissed up your neck. 

“Thank you,” you smiled sleepily. “You looked very handsome.”

“Thank you,” he chuckled.

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After finishing up in the shower, Aaron escorted you straight to your bed, where he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you silly, whispering words of encouragement and thanks for your strength. 

"And how do you feel about it?" he asked after a few minutes.

"Like shit, I feel terrible for them, and then of course, everything she said to me-"

"You're an amazing person, and mother. Don't listen to people who don't know anything about you anymore. The only contact you two have had in the past few years is through social media. She barely knows who you are, so her opinion doesn't matter," He assured you, pressing small kisses along your collarbone.

"Then who's opinion matters?" You smiled back.

"Mine, and I think that you're the most incredible," a kiss. "intelligent," another kiss. "sexy," another kiss. "beautiful," another kiss. "deserving of love and praise," a kiss to your lips. "Human being on the planet."

The chuckle as he continued his kisses and soft words and fell asleep quickly. He watched you for a moment, appreciating your beauty.

You were perfect. 

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