summary: finally on the jet ride back home, aaron watches the little nighttime vlog you and jack have filmed for him, allowing him to witness a special moment between the two of you despite being thousands of miles away
wc: 1.6k+
cw: reader and jack being adorbs, aaron gets baby fever
The phone falls face down on the covers the second the video begins, darkness engulfing the screen of his phone, and Aaron’s ears are instantly filled with the beautiful sound of Jack’s loud giggles. Through the screen, he hears you mumble something under your breath, and Jack replies with “You made it fall”, as though you hadn’t realised the obvious.
You lift the phone up, steadying it back on some pillows, and even through the dim lighting of your bedroom, Aaron can clearly see that you and Jack are laying stomach down on a very unmade bed. He grins widely, pressing on his phone screen to pause the video you had sent him — hours ago now — to plug in his earphones. He doesn’t want to disturb any of his sleepy teammates on the jet ride home.
“Okay,” You begin with a smile, glancing over to Jack, who’s staring at you through the front camera on your phone. “Hi Aaron-”
“Hi daddy!”
Aaron feels his heart swell as you and Jack giggle between you. “We know it’s a little past Jack’s bedtime. But we just remembered that we promised you a little video message every night that you’re away. And tonight can’t be the night that promise is broken after we’ve done so well.”
It’s true. Ever since you were introduced into Aaron’s life, as his girlfriend, fiancée, one of Jack’s legal guardians, you had changed what it meant fore Aaron to be away on cases. No longer did Aaron have to try and catch you every second of the day for you to know he cares — a mutual understanding that schedules might crash, and that’s okay. But for the past year, every night he’s been away on a case, he has received a nighttime vlog from you and Jack, telling him about your day, about your feelings.
Aaron always watched these videos in the lonely bed of his motel room, a smile on his face. Sometimes these videos were a minute long, quick goodbyes from a tired child and his best friend, and sometimes — like tonight — they lasted closer to twenty minutes.
“Daddy, today me and y/n went to the park and we played football! And I won!”
“He scored so many goals against me.” You add, a hand reaching up to brush through Jack’s blond hair as he thinks of what to tell his dad next. “And then we sat on the grass for a little bit,” Jack is interrupted by his own elated giggles.
“And we saw a cloud that looked like a tyrannosaurus rex!”
“We did, yeah. And one that looked like a bunny too, right?”
“Yeah. All of the other ones were just blobs.”
Aaron can’t help but laugh quietly as Jack gestures widely with his hands. From the seat across him, Dave glances up from his book, eyebrows raised in amusement.
Jack suddenly sits up on the bed, and you shift to lay down on your side to watch as Jack points to the new set of pyjamas he’s wearing, talking animatedly about them. “But I only wore them after dinner.” He tells his dad through your phone.
“Tell him what you did today. In the kitchen.” You encourage, and Jack immediately grins wider, as though just remembering the events that occurred a couple of hours ago. “I helped y/n make dinner! Come, let’s show him, y/n!” Jack tells you, leaning over to grab your hand, and tugging you with him.
You bring the phone with you as Jack slides off the bed, leading you to the kitchen. You take the time to glance down at the phone, imagining Aaron looking back at you, and say “He chopped some coriander all by himself — with a plastic, kid-friendly knife, obviously. And he also squeezed a lemon.” Aaron didn’t know you owned plastic, kid-friendly knives.
Once in the kitchen, you place the phone on the counter, and Jack carries the bowl of salsa you had prepared together. He huffs when he can’t see the phone atop the counter, and places the bowl down, making grabby hands up at you. He ignores the stool he had previously used to help reach better, instead calling “Up please, Mom.”
Aaron’s eyes instantly go wide at Jack’s words, fingers stiffening around his phone, but it seems as though past you still hasn’t processed what Jack called you, picking him up and resting him on your hip. Only then, once Jack’s fully in the camera frame, does Aaron see your eyes go slightly wide as you hand Jack the bowl of salsa so he can display it proudly for his dad.
“Daddy, this is called pico de gallo, and it’s so yummy.” You instantly snap back into your role, nodding along to Jack’s words and he puts the bowl on the counter again. “And I wanted chicken nuggets all day, and mommy said she could make me some for dinner. And she made them from-she made them from the beginning of them.” Jack swings his legs happily, reaching over to the folded up bag of chips to open the bag and steal a chip.
Jack offers you one, and you take it. Aaron smiles fondly as you both go silent for a few seconds, munching on tortilla chips.
You glance down at Jack, asking “Anything else, buddy?” Jack goes silent, resting his head on your shoulder. He watches you fold up the bag again, blinking slowly. Grabbing the phone, you mumble to Aaron “If you come home tonight, there’s leftover salsa and chicken nuggets for you in the fridge.”
Aaron sighs as you place the phone down again, carrying the bowl of pico de gallo into the fridge. It shuts softly behind you, and you move your eyes down to Jack, who’s nearly asleep. “Bedtime, Jack?”
Jack nods sleepily, and you turn your focus to the phone again, saying “Goodnight, Aaron. I love you.” Jack turns his head to face the phone, cheek smushed against your shoulder as he repeats the words, encouraged by you. “’Night daddy. I love you.”
You snatch the phone from the counter, turning the light off in the kitchen as you make your way to Jack’s bedroom. Aaron doesn’t think you’re aware the camera is still recording as you press a kiss to Jack’s forehead, adding quietly “And I love you, Jack. I needed a strong, handsome man to help squeeze those lemons, and who better to help me than you?”
Jack giggles tiredly at your words. You toss your phone onto his bedsheets so you can use both hands to gently place him in his bed. You crouch beside him, fingers brushing his cheeks. “I’m so grateful for your help today, Jack. And for your help every day.”
“I like to help you.” He admits, cozying up underneath his blanket. “Kiss, mommy.” You lean down, pressing your lips to Jack’s forehead. He smiles, reaching up to press a kiss to your cheek. You bring your hands down to tuck him in properly, and tears are almost brought to your eyes when Jack speaks again, asking “Who’s gonna kiss daddy goodnight?”
Aaron swallows thickly through the screen, staring at the ceiling of his own home from the way the phone is facing upwards, only catching a bit of colourful bedsheets from the corner of the screen, but he listens to every word you and Jack are saying to each other. He only hears himself breathing now, and the scuffle of sheets moving around, awaiting your response. “When daddy comes home, we’ll give him all the kisses to make up for the ones he missed, okay?”
“Okay. I love you mommy.”
“I love you too, Jack.”
You stay there for a moment longer before picking up your phone and leaving the room. You leave Jack’s bedroom door wide open — yours too. You lift the phone up to your face, and Aaron sees you have tears gathered along your waterline. “Oh. I didn’t realise this was still on.” Aaron hears you laugh quietly, and you bring your voice down to a whisper, bringing your face closer to the phone screen as you say, “Aaron, he called me mom! Oh my god, I’m feeling so many things right now. Okay, wait, let me send-”
The video cuts off just then, and Aaron instantly drags his finger across the screen, setting the video back to the very beginning. He notices the time of the video sent on the screen that says '8:03 pm.' It it now 2:54am. He’s just about to press play again when he hears Derek’s teasing voice call out in the quiet jet. “Hey, what’s got you crying over there, boss man?”
Aaron takes out his earphones, shaking his head silently. Derek had passed behind Aaron just a few minutes ago to go to the bathroom, and the nosy man had taken a peek over Aaron’s shoulder to see what he was watching. Derek has good intentions, but of course, he’ll never pass the opportunity to tease. So he’s more surprised that anything when Aaron, unknowingly teary eyed, replies with “Jack called y/n ‘mom’.” Then, under his breath “God, I love my family.”
Aaron skips out on the pico de gallo and chicken nuggets when he gets home, beelining to Jack’s bedroom to press a kiss to his son’s forehead before finding you in his bed. He makes sure to be quiet when he strips out of his work clothes. Aaron doesn’t bother to throw on any pyjamas, sliding in next to you wearing only his boxers. He wraps his arms around you and tugs you close to his chest.
He decides just then that one day, Jack won’t be the only one calling you mom.
Summary: Aaron Hotchner x fe!Reader -> As your undercover case as a married couple comes to a close, you and Aaron have to face the consequences of crossed lines.
Disclaimer: Fluff, yearning, lines finally get crossed, steamy moments, Penelope Garcia being reader and Hotch's number one shipper, shirtless Hotch...again. Part one. Part two.
It took another ten days before the Unsub was caught.
Which meant another ten days of being Aaron’s wife. Of him being your husband. It meant another ten days of intense PDA, showing off as the lustfully in love, active couple, trying for a baby.
It meant another ten days of knowing everything about one another; sleeping in each other’s arms, teasing each other, waking up and drinking coffee together, having Friday date nights, and putting on a show that couldn’t go further once the curtains were closed.
It meant another ten days of acting on feelings you’d held for each other for years, knowing all of it was…for someone else.
The Unsub turned out to be Richard; the Real Estate agent that had access to the homes and the people that lived in them.
He hadn’t known you or Aaron were undercover when you moved in. Penelope had conversed with him under the alias of a HR manager who was helping find a suitable home for her new second-in-command (which was you).
And he’d done everything exactly as the team had suspected.
He was jealous of the outwardly loving relationship of those around him. The barbeques were just a trap to see who would be his best target. His relationship was on the rocks with his wife, who had secretly been in contact with a divorce lawyer.
Seeing the noticeable loving relationship between yourself and Aaron had sent him over the edge. But, rather than acting quickly, he took his time. Watched you both longer, spent more time with you both; it was practically self punishing for him.
“Is it bad if I say I don’t want to leave?”
The others were staying at a hotel for the night. They’d been helping both you and Aaron pack up your undercover home, but for the last few things, you’d told them you and Hotch would handle it.
“Because of the house?” Hotch asked you, “Or because of..”
Aaron was standing beside you as you rested more photo frames in the cardboard box. On the top was a photo of both of you, taken not too long before the case started.
It had been a warm day and, with a rare day off, you’d taken your mother to breakfast in the city when you’d made a call to Aaron. Your mother was begging to see him, too. And, he’d shown up.
Which was when she’d begged for another photo of you two together. She didn’t have an up-to-date one, so, with reluctance, you both agreed.
Considering Penelope was the one that found the copy, you knew there would be some explaining to do the next time you saw your mother.
“Both,” you said. “But…mostly the latter.”
Turning to look at him to gauge his reaction, you let every wall fall. You trusted Aaron with your life. And you knew he trusted you. And, after the last seventeen days, there had been too many moments.
You couldn’t ignore them.
Not when years of friendship and feelings were involved.
Hotch nodded. “So…if I said that I felt the same…would it make you feel less weird about it?”
You shifted on your feet. “Do you feel the same?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
You swallowed, unsure of what to say. But you couldn’t tear your eyes from him.
Letting out a small breath, Aaron lowered his walls, too. “You’re my best friend. I trust you with my life, I always have. But I also know that you’re more than that to me. And that I feel more than that for you.”
He could see the tears behind your eyes. They let him know you were hearing him, but also living through every moment you had shared together since the beginning.
“Do you feel that for me?”
“Yes,” you admitted, without hesitation, though your voice was a little shaky. “I don’t want to lose you, Aaron.”
He reached out for you. “And you won’t. I can promise you that.”
“Can you?” You asked. “Can I promise it to you?”
“What are you scared of?”
You took in a shaky breath. “I’ve thought about it for a long time, Aaron. I had…” You rolled your lips, gathering yourself together. “I had accepted the fact that you and I would never be anything more. Maybe the best I could hope for was ‘work husband’ and ‘work wife’. I don’t want ‘us’ to happen because we got reality confused with fantasy.”
“But it’s not a fantasy.” Aaron told you.
“Aaron-”
He held you gently at your shoulders, “It’s not.”
He made sure you were looking at him when he told you.
“I love you, Y/n. I love you as my best friend, I love you as my work wife,” Aaron chuckled a little but the seriousness of his words quickly returned. “But, most importantly, I love you as my other half. And that is something I have considered you, since we first sat in that broken down movie theatre, soaking wet from that torrential rain, remember?”
You nodded.
You’d known Aaron Hotchner for almost a year at that point. Every couple of evenings, you’d both sit together in the library and study. When you weren’t studying, you were both talking.
Turned out, you both had a lot more in common than you thought. You very quickly became close friends and, despite the rumours, you and Aaron maintained a solid friendship.
One that had you bringing him home during Spring Break since his family was away. During that time, you had taken him on a tour of your town where most things were within walking distance. Only, when you’d both reached one side of town, your car was at least a twenty minute run. When the rain started to fall, you’d both taken shelter in the old movie theatre.
Somewhere on the run, a tunnel of wind had brought up a lot of the old gravel from the parking lot so, in between the laughter from the adrenaline and the slightly creepy vibes of the building, you’d helped clean the small cut on Aaron’s face.
“I remember.”
Aaron smiled. “I knew from then on, not only did I know that I loved you, but that I wanted you in my life, for the rest of my life.”
You took in a breath and leaned into Aaron’s touch as he held your face.
“So please believe me when I say, I know this isn’t a fantasy between us. Undercover or not, that doesn’t change the fact that I love you.”
Unable to hold back anymore, you leaned in and kissed Aaron. The way he held your face, gentle and secure, compared to the way he kissed you, desperate and longing; all of it made you melt into him.
You felt his arms wrap completely around you, one at your waist, the other in your hair. Completely flush against him, he practically devoured your kiss.
“I love you, too. More than you know…more than I could say.”
Aaron kissed you again. And you said it, again. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
He lifted you in his arms. Your knee knocked the cardboard box onto the sofa and the different pictures scattered across the cushions. Not that either of you would be picking them up in the morning.
In the meantime, you let Aaron carry you up the stairs and towards the same bedroom you’d both spent the last seventeen nights sleeping in, side by side. The curtains had been closed hours before, so there was no need to break the moment between either of you.
Reaching for the hem of his t-shirt, you helped pull it over his head before he tossed it across the room.
“Are you sure about this?” Hotch asked you.
You held his face, making sure he looked directly at you. “Yes. Are you?”
“Do you really have to ask?” Both of you laughed a little at his question as you could have answered for him.
His erection had been prodding against you since he’d first lifted you up. And, if the way he was kissing you was anything to go off, he wasn’t prepared to stop.
Not that you wanted him to.
By the time morning rolled around, and you and Hotch had taken a shower and finally gotten changed, Derek pulled up outside the house with Penelope in the passenger seat.
“You lovebirds finally ready yet?”
You rolled your eyes and flipped Derek off as you made your way over to the U-Haul van. Meanwhile, you watched Hotch lean down and talk to Derek, telling him he’d follow them back to the airport.
Despite the entire thing being undercover, you and Hotch still had to return the U-Haul and everything in it. There would be agents waiting at the airport.
“Oh, wait! Sir! Give this to Y/n!”
By the time Hotch was climbing into the driver’s seat and handing you the pink and yellow polka dot box, Derek had pulled out and was waiting for Hotch to start his engine.
“What is it?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Opening it, you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Do you think we need to worry about Garcia having access to security tapes?”
“Why?”
You showed him the handmade photo album that was titled To Build A Home. Each page had a picture that had been cleared up from security tapes, or one that had been taken of you and Aaron together.
The first was of yourself and Hotch standing outside of your new home, side by side with your arms around each other. The more you flipped through, you realised it was a time-line. You and Hotch inside your home, putting up new curtains…
You’d been standing on the ladder, but Hotch had wrapped his arm around your middle and lifted you down when the ladders had shaken one too many times.
There was you and Aaron in the doorway of your home, when he’d lifted you from the door. Another where you’d posed with some of your neighbours, though they’d been cropped out. Aaron had his arms around your waist from behind and had crouched to put his chin over your shoulder as your palm delicately held his face.
There were some of you and Aaron in your garden, or outside your home. Most were from when the maintenance van had rolled by. But every single photo was a memory you would cherish.
And Penelope had captured every single one, with a handwritten note below: Every new home needs a loving couple, it also needs curtains and rom-com worthy moments, a home needs beautiful gardens…
On the back, you found a small note.
There’s so much darkness in our jobs, I wanted you both to remember something good.
Aaron smiled. “As her boss, I’m worried. As your partner…I’m glad we’ve got pictures.”
You smiled and for a moment, you thought about kissing him. Until you heard Derek beep his horn. Then, you were both pulling on your seatbelts and heading home.
The BAU team meeting Hotch’s younger gf who looks like she walked off the front cover of a magazine & she’s so bubbly and has a really comforting energy! How would they react????
The satisfying little clicks of heels against the marble floor wasn’t enough to gain any of their attention usually, but accompanied by the delicately enchanting chimes of true laughter and sweet smell of baked goods—eyes were immediately lifting to investigate to the scene.
“Thank you so much!” An incredibly sweet, honeyed voice gushed genuinely, “here, all of these are meant for my boyfriend but I’m sure he won’t even notice.”
The team traded immensely interested looks as they surveyed the scene, Anderson (who was uncharacteristically blushing a bright flustered cherry red) was being handed a chocolate chip muffin by—wow—a startlingly gorgeous young women who was dressed in inviting soft colours and had a large sweet smile on her face that served to emphasise her lovely appearance.
“My day just got a hundred times better.” Derek grinned, swivelling his chair sideways to speak to the rest of his team while barely taking his eyes off you.
“You’re telling me.” Emily’s mouth hung open a little as she leaned forwards on her elbows to look at you more closely.
“Behave.” JJ scolded before her brief look of reprimand melted under Emily’s pointed stare, “she’s looks so sweet I just wanna eat her.”
“She has a boyfriend.” Spencer reminded them.
“What—?”
“Pretty boy—you and—“
“Oh—oh, no!” Spencer flustered, sputtering out the gulp of his coffee he had in his mouth (JJ handed him a napkin with a mothers readiness). “Not—I would be absolutely honoured—and—and, for lack of a sensical phrase, over the moon, to have a romantic relationship with a woman such as her but—no, unfortunately. She—she said a few moments ago that has a boyfriend.”
“Ah.” Emily blinked, a slow almost sheepish smirk on his lips, “I wasn’t really listening to what she was saying, just watching her lips move.”
“Preach sister.” Derek leaned forward for a fist-bump which Emily easily gave, both of them nodding in solidarity.
“Hello!” They all startled heavily as your gentle, happy voice chimed now much closer to them and mouths dropped subtly at just how beautiful you looked up close.
“Well hello sweetheart.”
“H-hi.”
“Hi gorgeous.”
“Hello!”
You blinked at them, an adorable giggle leaving you at the onslaught of greetings that came all at once. “Hi! You wouldn’t happen to know where Aaron Hotchner’s office is would you?”
“Hotch?” Emily furrowed her brows at you curiously and then seemed to forgot about, well, any of anything she was thinking as your bubbly smile and sparkling eyes turned her way and you gave a cheerful ‘yep!’ “Um—just, up those stairs, the first door at the top.”
“Thank you very much.” You told her, voice as sweet as the packet of fizzy haribos hidden in her desk. “It was lovely meeting you all, we’ll probably be better acquainted later on.”
With a sparkly mischievous twinkle in your bright eyes and another adorable giggle, you took off in a small spin that sent the enchanting mix of your perfume and the baked goods wafting over to all of them and they all watched, entranced, as you climbed the steps to their boss’ office.
After several seconds of dazed silence, Spencer gasped.
“Boyfriend—“
“Yeah I wouldn’t mind being her boyfriend either.” Derek murmured. “At all—really, no sweat off my back.”
“Hotch.”
JJ’s mouth dropped open as she realised where Spencer was going with his train of thought, rolling back in her chair as they pointed at him in realisation.
“Oh my God!”
“Hotch—hotch, is her boyfriend..?” Spencer sounded extremely confused, mouth falling open and closing repeatedly.
“Huh?”
“Reid, you are having a giggle.”
“No, he’s right.” JJ confirmed, mouth open and eyebrows raised. “She said she was here to see her boyfriend and she’s gone to see Hotch. . 2 plus 2 equals. .”
“. . An incredibly brokenhearted Derek Morgan.” Derek’s own mouth dropped open, craning his neck to see what was going on in the office of his boss before realising that Hotch had shut the blinds. Derek gasped, that sneak.
“And a flummoxed Emily Prentiss.”
“But she’s so—“
“Yeah.”
“And he’s like—“
“Literally!”
“Well, the last few months Hotch has been incredibly more relaxed, in fact his percentage of smiles given has gone up from a measly 30% to almost 84%, his laugh quota has reached high yet levels than I’ve ever known it to be. I had also noted that every Thursday he never goes home as late as he usually retires for the day and with this new revelation of a relationship—I assume this correlates to their date nights.”
“It does.”
Everyone turned in their chairs quickly to face their boss who now stood outside his office a faintly amused smile curving up his lips, at his side was you and you were wearing an amused and loving smile, eyes practically sparkling after Spencer’s speech on your boyfriend’s behaviour as they flickered up to said boyfriend beside you who looked down at you with soft, fond eyes.
“So you figured out my secret.” You grinned at them all, taking in Spencer’s red cheeks and Emily’s flabbergasted, dazed stare. “I’m Y/N, Aaron’s girlfriend!”
“Doesn’t that just crush a man’s hopes and dreams.” Derek pouted quietly to himself, straightening up in alarm when his boss’ intense eyes zeroed in on him.
“Honey, this is JJ—“ The blonde gave a warm, welcoming smile and a wave, “Spencer,” said genius gave a tight lipped awkward smile, hands flailing awkwardly and cheeks a burning fiery red, feeling this pulse thump when they smiled back directly at him, “Emily and Derek.” Both of the aforementioned gave waves with half flirty-ish smirks and half genuine smiles.
The door to Rossi’s office opened and when he stepped out and saw you beside Aaron he smiled happily, walking towards you both.
“Ah, Y/N!” He took you into an embrace, kissing both of your cheeks. “You get more beautiful every time I see you, is this big brute treating you right?”
“Always, Dave.”
He patted you on the shoulders, smiling, before turning to Aaron who was rolling his eyes at him fondly.
“Let’s keep it that way.”
“Rossi!” Emily’s astounded voice exclaimed, “you—know Y/N—you knew about this—“
It was Dave’s turn to roll his eyes as he continued walking to descend down the stairs, tutting at her disappointedly.
“You thought I wouldn’t?” He countered, “who do you think encouraged him to go for it?”
You laughed at that and your boyfriend smiled down at you fondly, looping an arm around your waist—seemingly forgetting he was in his place of work and needed to keep up the facade of stone cold, emotionless boss.
“What—Rossi—get back here—“ Derek leaped up from his seat and trailed after the older man.
“What, you gonna come watch me take a leak?”
“If it means we get some answers!”
“Shoo parassita.”
All you could do was laugh again, smiling up at your boyfriend as his arm tightened around your waist and he pulled you closer into his side. You were very happy with your decision to come and deliver baked goods to him.
Based on the following ask: I have an idea that might be a little naughty🤪 What would happen if Aaron is dating Erin Strauss's young daughter
Aaron Hotchner x Strauss! Fem Reader
Fluff/light Smut
Word count: 2066
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!
Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, age gap (reader is in their 20s and Hotch is in his 40s), explicit language, reader is in law school, Haley and Jack don’t exist in this universe…sorry, light smut, Let me know if I missed any. You are responsible for your own media consumption - if these warnings are triggering or potentially harmful, DO NOT READ.
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It had been just another ordinary day. Aaron had gone to his favorite coffee shop, fully expecting things to move along like they usually did…only that day, the world stopped spinning, because there, in the coffee shop, stood the most breathtaking girl he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. He couldn’t believe how stunning you were, you carried yourself with such poise and you had a style that stood out amongst the crowd, and he could swear you were glowing.
Your presence demanded to be known, simply in the way you stood. You didn’t shy away in the corner of the room or tuck your nose into your phone. No. You stood, your shoulders back, eyes taking in the space around you and your lips were relaxed into the most subtle of smiles. You were the type of girl that people were drawn to, you made people feel confident and safe without words.
When your gaze met Aaron’s, he was embarrassed initially, his ears burning, but then he noticed how your gaze softened and the corners of your lips curled upward just a tick.
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Four months later, Aaron and you had gone on quite a few dates. The two of you were just beyond that “going on dates/getting to know one another” stage of your relationship, you’d made it through the basics – names, Aaron told you he had a federal job (but couldn’t be too specific), you told him that you were in law school which took up most of your time, talked about your favorite colors, favorite music, favorite movies…all the typical early relationship stuff.
The two of you had busy schedules that kept you from going out regularly, but you’d done your best to spend time with one another when you could. Tonight, would be no different, Aaron had taken you to a nice dinner…and there was something in the air, a sexual charge, one that had been there more often than not as of late. Only you planned to do something about it tonight.
“Why don’t you come in?” You asked, tracing patterns over the back of Aaron’s hand.
“Is that a good idea?” He asked.
“Maybe not, but I think we’ve earned it.” You leaned in closer to him.
With that, all resolve went out the window. Aaron grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into him and kissing you breathless. The two of you stumbled your way through your apartment, making quick work of undressing one another. Aaron laid you back on your bed and wasted no time teasing you, his teeth pressed into your collarbone as he eased into your heat in one quick thrust.
The rest of the evening was perfect, everything you’d imagined it would be.
--
But in the morning, the bubble of perfection would burst.
You and Aaron had woken alongside the sunrise, slowly crawling out of bed and making your way to the kitchen to make coffee. Aaron had a mandatory day off and you didn’t have classes today, so you had planned to spend the day together…but what you didn’t expect is what happened next.
“What is this…” Aaron’s voice trailed off slowly as he checked out the items littering your entry table.
“Um, you’re gonna have to be more specific Aar.” You giggled, coming up behind him.
“That.” He gestured to a framed photo of you and your mom.
“That’s a photograph babe.” You rolled your eyes a nudged him.
“Yeah, sweetheart, I get that it’s a photograph…but why is it a photograph of you with my boss?”
You immediately choked on the sip of coffee you’d just taken. Dramatically sputtering, trying to avoid it from coming out of your nose. Aaron was quick to come up beside you and rub your back gently.
After a few coughs, you were able to get out “That’s my mom.”
“Fuck me.” Aaron deadpanned.
“I mean…we already did, and while I am ready for another round, I think you might need a moment, especially now that you know my mother is your boss.”
It was his turn to choke on his coffee.
“If she new the things you’d done to me…she’d fire you so fast.”
--
You truly thought Aaron would call it off after that, but with minimal convincing and a blow job he decided that he didn’t care, because he loved you, and he told you so a few nights later once you’d talked everything out.
--
You hid things for a few more months, longer than you thought you’d ever get away with, but here’s the thing…your mom was a very smart woman, and Aaron worked with profilers.
So, when your mom asked you to attend the annual FBI charity gala with her, you knew you were screwed, there was no getting out of it. You warned Aaron, letting him know you’d be there and he told you that you’d both have to be on your best behavior and make it through one night. No gazing, touching, excessive talking, and definitely no dancing. While you agreed, you definitely were not going to make this easy for him. You planned to get the sexiest dress you could find, and you casually suggested to your mom that you guys spend the day together, getting all dolled up.
She’d gone all out, nails, hair, makeup, new shoes, and a brand-new dress. A dress that was sure to render Aaron speechless.
--
“Alright hon, I’ll introduce you to the BAU. That’s the team I oversee. We will be sitting with them, and then I will have to go and mingle with some of the big wigs…but I promise I won’t leave you to fend for yourself the whole night.”
“Mom…I’m not a little kid; I can handle myself just fine.” You sighed.
“I know honey, but some of these guys, I swear.” She huffed.
“Aren’t you dating one of ‘those guys’?”
“Speaking of which…let’s not bring that up tonight okay? He is technically my subordinate.”
“Mom! That’s kinky.” You laughed.
She nudged you, before breaking out into laughter with you.
“I won’t say anything, I promise.” You looked at her. “Could you at least tell me who it is, so I’m not blindsided later?”
“His name is David Rossi.”
--
You and your mom walked into the ballroom arm-in-arm, she pointed out the table designated to the BAU, to show you where you’d likely spend the entirety of your evening. There awas a small crowd of people loitering near it, one of which stood out amongst the others…that being your sexy boyfriend. That man could wear a tux.
“Woah! Who is the smoke show with Strauss?” Derek wondered aloud.
“That dress is stunning.” Emily gawked.
“I love her shoes!” Penelope squealed.
“That’s her daughter.” Dave chimed in.
Aaron kept his mouth shut. He’d let the others ask questions…he’d even let Dave give too much information away. Why would he know about Erin’s daughter? Well Aaron knew that was because they were secretly dating, but the team didn’t know that.
“Good evening everyone.” Your mom waved elegantly, “this is my daughter.” She introduced you to the members of the BAU one-by-one.
You did your best to play coy, but when it came time to shake Aaron’s hand, you couldn’t help the blush that dusted your cheeks…hopefully the profilers would chalk it up to an inappropriate crush, and not the fact that he’d spent the better half of last night between your legs.
--
The night was dragging on, and despite your previous agreement, you couldn’t help yourself from stealing glances at Aaron all night, how could you not when he looked that good. You’d caught him staring a few times too, which eased the guilt a bit.
“You could be a little less obvious you know.” He whispered coming up next to you at the bar.
“The same could be said for you.” You nodded. “Mother would be appalled if she saw the way you were checking me out earlier.”
“I can’t help it, you look incredible. That dress is gorgeous.” He let his gaze drag over your figure quickly.
“I bought it thinking it would look really good on your floor.” You turned to face him and winked, before walking away.
--
“What were the two of you talking about?”
“Oh, I had mentioned law school, Agent Hotchner told me he used to be a prosecutor and offered to lend me some books that he found helpful when he was in school.” You lied through your teeth.
“How thoughtful of him.”
“Mom, why do I feel like you are insinuating something?”
“I don’t know…is there something I should be insinuating?”
“Mom.”
“Okay. I’m done.” She put her hands up in mock surrender.
“Would you like to dance?” Dave cut in.
“I’m not sure that would be appropriate.” Your mom whispered.
“Mom, go dance with him, look at all the people dancing, it’ll be fine.”
“Thank you.” Dave nodded at you. “So, Erin?”
With that, Dave took your mom’s hand and led her over to the dance floor. You smiled, it was so nice to see her happy, it had been a very long time since you’d seen your mom smile like that. The thought had tears springing to your eyes.
--
“You alright?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m okay.” You sniffled.
“Sweetheart.” Aaron slipped up.
“It’s just, I haven’t seen her this happy in a really long time. After my dad died, she had a really hard time, I was on my own a lot which was fine y’know, I was in high school by then. I just, I left and went to college, and that’s when the drinking started…ugh sorry this is too much. I’m just glad she’s happy is all.”
“You never have to apologize sweetheart. I’m glad you told me.” He leaned in for just a moment, to wipe a tear off your cheek. “Would you um, like to dance?”
“Aar, are you sure?”
“Yeah sweetheart, you mean too much to me to keep hiding this.” He admitted.
“God I love you.” You smiled at him.
“I love you too.” Aaron offered his arm. “Shall we?”
You gently grasped his arm, and he led you to the dance floor, the music slowed and you rested your head on his chest, arms wrapping around one another. You let yourself get lost in him, for just a moment, the feeling of him pressed against you, the smell of his cologne…everything that is unmistakably him.
Aaron let his head fall, resting atop your own. Smiles ghosted over both of your lips and the world around you faded away.
--
“They’re together aren’t they?”
“If I had to guess, I’d say about six months now.” Dave confirmed.
“I should be upset.” Your mom began. “He’s nearly old enough to be her father.”
“But?”
“But they seem really happy.”
“Yeah, they do.” Dave smiled. “I’ve never seen him like this.”
“She hasn’t smiled like that since…well, since before we lost her dad.”
Dave held your mom a little tighter then. The two of them enjoying their own moment together.
--
“The FBI would like to thank you all for attending this evening and even more so for your generous donations. Everyone have a wonderful rest of your evening and get home safe.”
All the different agents began collecting their things and making their way out of the ballroom. The BAU team had all expressed how nice it was to meet you, they were all nice enough to not mention your dancing with Aaron, and they respectively took their leave. Aaron hovered a bit, not sure whether he should just leave or say something to you first.
“Honey, are you going home with me, or did you want to go home with Aaron?” Your mom asked, point blank.
“I, uh, I – what?” You stuttered. “Mom, I can – I can explain!”
“Honey, I don’t want any details. The less I know the better.” She shook her head to keep you from interrupting. “If you are happy, that’s all I care about.”
“I am. Mom, I’m really happy.”
“Good.” She brought her hand to your face, gently caressing it. “I love you honey.”
“I love you mom.” You hugged her. “I’m glad you’re happy too.”
“I am.” She pulled back to look at you and gave you a teary smile. “Aaron, you better take good care of her.”
aaron hotchner // fem plus size assistant!reader, wc: written on desktop!
"Here's that coffee."
Aaron looks up from his pile of files, and before he can even open his mouth you speak.
"Mostly black with one or two sugars depending on your day." You smile softly. "And seeing the amount of paperwork that's on your desk, it's two sugars and a splash of creamer."
He flounders.
"I... thank you."
"No problem, Mr. Hotchner."
Internal sigh.
It doesn't matter how many times he's told you to either call him 'Hotch' or 'Aaron', you insist on referring to him as 'Mr', and while it's not uncommon for people to call him that, it just makes him feel weird.
It's because you like it.
He watches you with furrowed brows as you move around his office with a swiftness; rearranging a stack of papers there, straightening of a picture frame there. All meticulously placed with devotion.
"I didn't ask you for coffee." Is what he manages to say.
You perk up from where you were opening his - now color coded - filing cabinet, raised hand lowering in surprise.
"Oh! Um - I just noticed the bags under your eyes, and the way you were slouching. And... and you were running a little behind, so I just figured you weren't able to get your cup of coffee yet."
He stares at you, perplexed.
You'd only been working for him for about three months, so the fact that you were able to notice his quirks and be able to make a deduction from them was impressive.
"What?" You ask with an unsure smile.
"Are you sure you're not a profiler?"
"What?" You sputter again, laughing this time. "No!" You shrug. "You're just - not as perplexing as you think you are."
"Is that so?" He asks with a thick, raised eyebrow.
Your eyes widened.
"Oh! Oh, gosh! Not like - not like that's a bad thing or you have a superiority complex or anything like that!" You ramble, hands nervously busying themselves with setting the files you were holding in their rightful color coded place.
For the first time of the day, Aaron doesn't feel like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.
He finds himself sitting up straighter, his hands coming together in front of him in a clasp.
"Calm down," A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "I was just kidding."
"Oh," You nod with a relieved smile. "Good."
"I appreciate what you do for me, and how insightful you are. That's important to me and the job."
✦◞˚ roommate! aaron who always notices the little things about you, the way you leave all the cabinets open, that you love strawberries, all of your tells
✦◞˚ roommate! aaron who's a suprisingly good cook, and loves cooking for you
✦◞˚ roommate! aaron who's overly touchy (this is the start of your troubles). he loves having your feet in his lap, his hands in yours, his forehead resting on your shoulder. he just wants to be near you
✦◞˚ roommate! aaron who has a horrible jealous streak
✦◞˚ roommate! aaron who's obsessed with eating you out. he could stay between your legs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
✦◞˚ roommate! aaron who loves seeing you in his clothes
✦◞˚ roommate! aaron who has a major praise kink. call him good boy at just the right moment and he might cum from that alone
✦◞˚ roommate! aaron who has a super secret fantasy of fucking you at the tech store after closing. the thought of bending you over one of the display counters keeps him up at night, but he'll never admit that
Pairing ── Plus Size/Chubby Fem!Reader x Aaron Hotchner
Summary ── Hotchner hates nothing more than when you go on unhealthy diets. (Or: You were mocked by a woman and her words stuck to you like glue. You internalized it so much that you began restricting and over-exercising but Aaron comes back and talks to you.)
Rating ── Mature
Content Warnings ── Disordered Eating & behaviors, fatphobia, let me know if I need to say something else.
Word Count ── 3.8k+
Note ── I wrote this in like 2 and a half hours and didn't edit it. I pulled this from some dark corner of my brain that's struggling with wanting to relapse and need this comfort. I suggest anyone struggling with an ED or disordered eating to not read if easily triggered. It goes in detail and should not be consumed by just anyone but I'm sure there's someone out there who needs this just as much as me. AND IF ANYONE IS WONDERING ABOUT HIS KID, just assume he's staying the night at family houses and other peoples and at school thx.
Hotchner hates nothing more than when you go on unhealthy diets.
But you can’t help how it’s drilled in your head. You’ve always been a chunky kid and as you got older, your size never really changed. You were always bigger and people had their things to say about it.
You’ve been called many names in the book, there wasn’t anything you haven’t heard of. They used to make you cry, you wouldn’t go out with your friends, you wouldn’t eat out, you wouldn’t wear sexy or tight clothing. You trained yourself to cover yourself, to not show yourself in front of people - including the basic need of eating.
It felt wrong, forbidden of sorts and although you dropped many of those habits now in your early 30s, it still lingered. You’d occasionally forget meals, pull at your clothes when you thought your stomach was showing and on your worst days, you didn’t dare go out.
But then you met Aaron, the sweetest man you’ve ever met. You were out clubbing with your friends, in a tight green dress with a back cut out. And you never felt prettier, dancing under the lights in the club with your friends. You felt the cold air on your heated skin and it was a thrill as your body mingled with your girlfriends. They grabbed on your hips occasionally, your bodies in sync.
You could feel eyes on you, and you knew it was you because your friends giggled it in your ear. Their hands left your body, though they still were near like a precaution, you opened your eyes and your breath was caught in your throat. His jet black hair was pulled back, save a few strands in front of his face but god did it work. He was sculpted by a god who took pride in their work, you were sure of it.
You smiled, the plump of your lips covered in the gloss you put on, eyes lined with your favorite black eyeliner and thick mascara. It all made your eyes more piercing when the light shined just right - or so you’ve been told. Then before you knew it, you were in his hands that night. And it felt more than right. His hands never left your body that whole night it felt like. He said your name on his tongue like a prayer, chanting over and over again with a rasp, a moan and a raw need that ignited a fire within you.
You both met that night by chance, his friends finally breaking his hard cover and pressuring him to give in and you, god you were looking for a break and boy did you get one. The best night of your life.
You haven’t left each other's side since that night, he worshipped you and you did the same, in your own ways.
And you knew he found you attractive, he told you that every night. And not just in sexual moments. He’d come behind you, wrap his arms around you, lean over to kiss your neck to your ear as you cooked his favorite meal (considering he cooked yours the night before) and he’d tell you how beautiful you are. To which you’d giggle and thank him. Sometimes giving him sass, “compliments will not give you sneaky bites of dinner before it’s done.”
But something got beneath your hard exterior. He was gone for the week on a case (as he is a lot, but you didn’t mind. You’d rather him out there saving lives like he does best) and you were at home. Your girlfriends asked if you wanted to go out, you pondered it for a bit but it’s been a minute since you’ve all gone out, let alone get a drink together.
So you agreed, dressing up in the green dress you met Aaron in. You decided you’d tease him with pictures, especially considering you wanted to wear your green lace set beneath it. It wasn’t to make him jealous, no one could touch him besides you, but to rile him up a little. You weren’t going to send it while he was in the middle of a case but when he was on his way home, just a little treat to show him what he’s coming home to.
You were all having fun, dancing on the floor like the time before but you got achy sooner than you thought you would, you pardoned yourself with a giggle as your friends hands chased after you but didn’t pull you back, respecting your decision to rest for a minute.
But on your way back, you weren’t watching where you were going and before you knew it, you were completely cold. A drink was spilled from your exposed chest down the silk of your dress.
“Fucking fat bitch,” you heard a girl growl out before you were pushed backwards. You went with the motion, too shocked to fight against it. You didn’t register it all at first until your eyes came to hers, the blue pierced your skull as her face twisted into what could only be described as disgust by the scrunch of her nose and snarl of her lips. “Watch where you’re fucking going. That was like fifty bucks of drinks, you lard.”
And just like that, apologies rushed out your lips. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you say as you bend to pick the glass that dropped. You muttered more apologies and you didn’t even notice when your fingers were pricked by the glass, you fumbled as you tried to put it on the tray. “I’ll pay for a new one, I’m sorry-“
The girl scoffed, “I don’t need your money. Just stay out of the way or better yet, lose some fucking weight.” And you backed into yourself. You’ve been clumsy before but you’ve never had a reaction like this. And it didn’t help that you found out you gained a few more pounds while having been with Aaron.
“Yo, watch who the fuck you’re talking to.” One of your friends came up behind you, her eyes squinting at the girl before you and this time, the girl stepped back, scoffing again, muttering a whatever and walking off.
Sasha was your best friend and always has been, but when her comforting hands made their way to your body, you shrugged them off and turned to her with the best smile you had, it was small and you knew she could see past it.
“It’s okay, I think- I think I’ll just go home.” You muttered before taking off, pushing through the crowd until you made it out.
You wanted nothing more than the world to swallow you up. You hadn’t given it much thought to lose weight, not in a while. But she could barely fit the green dress she was wearing and it was perfect a few months ago.
But you didn’t know how to lose weight. You already ate healthy (with a few occasions of not) and you worked out occasionally but maybe you needed to eat less, way less and work out more.
Your walk home was cold and you were non-stop sniffling. You’ve done this to yourself, you said. You should fix it.
Aaron said they made a break in the case and might be home in a few days. Maybe you could surprise him by losing a few pounds. Maybe he’d like you more.
These thoughts snowballed. Every thought you’ve had since you were 7 was rushing back and ten times worse.
Over the course of the next few days, you rejected your friends' invitations to eat out and tried to eat only one meal a day and spend the rest of the time working out and being busy.
You tried to eat just a salad most nights and others you were too tired, so you ordered takeout. Work was an absolute pain, you moved on your feet like a zombie. God you looked like one, there were bags under your eyes. You couldn't sleep well, you stayed up most nights because you just couldn't sleep. You had to take melatonin most nights and you tried not to do it every night considering their health concerns but sleep was becoming something that was a treat. You were rarely getting it.
Aaron called you sometimes, he said that the case is taking longer than expected and that he'd be gone for even longer. You tried not to let it get to you but maybe it was your lack of sleep (and probably proper nutrition) but you were getting more emotional. Your period had already passed so you knew it wasn't that, but you were eating yourself up from the inside out. You were getting messages from your friends, you responded as positively as you could but you could tell they were getting concerned for your health and safety as days went by and you didn't accept any of their brunch plans nor hang outs.
It was unusual of you, it's been 2 weeks since that night and this never ending routine you've been doing was catching up to you. But you needed to continue it. You had to. You don't even understand why anymore, you loved yourself - you thought you did at least and now you weren't so sure. That night destroyed all that you built and you couldn't explain why.
You thought you were pretty before going out, maybe a little upset that you probably wouldn't be able to wear the dress again soon because you gained a few pounds and you didn't want to rip it. It was your favorite dress for multiple reasons and it being the dress that you met Aaron in was definitely the number one reason. It was the dress you were in, shamelessly flaunting yourself and he picked you. Out of everyone there. It was already not his scene, he didn't want to be there and he was dreading the whole night.
Sometimes you think late at night, what is the point of doing this? He loves you, doesn't he? Why would you have to lose weight for that love to be more? But then your other side fights that maybe he wants what every other man in his life has, a skinny girlfriend. It wasn't fair to him. What if he got mocked for dating someone like you just like you received for being yourself?
Being alone consumed you, all you had was yourself (and everything anyone has ever told you in your life).
Aaron said it was extended another week probably due to new findings of a group. You didn't understand, you weren't allowed to consider that it was confidential business and you weren't upset about not knowing. Just that you missed him, more than anything else right now.
Around week three or four, the days began to blur more. You didn't feel like yourself anymore and you were forgetting things more. Your brain was fogging up compared to the first week, you still had pizazz in your movement. But maybe this is what beauty costs?
"Hey baby,"
Your heart ached at his voice, rough and tired through the phone.
"Hey handsome," You gave out, with a light giggle. In bed yourself. You hoped he was too. He had the tendency to stay up and overwork himself when a case was getting to him. "I miss you." you whispered into the phone after a few beats of silence.
You heard his sigh, like the world was weighing on him - and to him, it probably did feel like this. "I miss you most, angel." he muttered into the phone.
"You're not staying up working, are you?" you chided, a softness to your phone. But there was only silence to your question. You shook your head, he couldn't see it but you knew he could feel your disapproval. "Oh you totally are! You need to go to bed." You reprimanded him through the phone.
"But I feel so close, I just need to focus on it."
"No, what you need is sleep." You countered. And you heard his groan. You knew it wasn't of annoyance towards you, just everything that's on him.
"But I'm leading this case and I just, I feel like I need to do more."
"Mhm, you may be the leader boss man of the FBI but listen here, mister, I'm the boss now. You need to get your butt into bed and rest. Anything you're missing won't be found through a tired mind and overworked body. It'll still be there when you wake up and you'll be better than right now to be able to find it. I know you will, but you need to nourish your mind." You spoke softly to him. Maybe a few words of yours was childish but this was the one place and way where he didn't have to act so cold. When you're running the FBI and hunting down criminals, you can't act like the true warm teddy bear you are.
"I know baby, I know." He sighed softly. "Sleep on Skype with me?" He asked and you smiled into the phone. You granted him the request, both of you opening your computers (he now carried one regularly for you) and your smile brightened at him but you knew he couldn't see you, you were in a dark room with no light - and thank god for that but he could hear you and maybe that's what he needed, to hear you in the night.
It definitely helped you, hearing him next to you even though he wasn't truly there. His breathing was all you needed, you recognized it like no other and a big part of you was soothed by it. You slept a little better that night- just a little.
Your days were still rough, you ached in places you never ached before. But when you woke in the morning, you were startled by loud banging on your door. You peeked through the hole and saw the only face those loud knocks could belong to. Sasha.
You purse your lips, knowing if you opened the door, it would be a world of butt whooping and you weren't ready for it. You knew better than to get away with - not ignoring, just not talking to her as much.
But as soon as you undid the locks, the door swung open as you had the handle in your hand and you were met with a face of fury. Her eyes set on you and they narrowed.
"Y/n-"
And before you could finish, you took off as her body lurched forward to get you. But she was always faster, her hands catching you and she pulled you along with her to the couch before she threw you down on it. "Now, I'm giving you five seconds to explain why in the world you're ignoring your most amazing and best friend," she paused for only a second before pointing back at herself, "me before I open a can of whoop-ass on you."
You stared for a second and you couldn't think of anything, mind wiped clean.
"One."
And you squeaked.
"Two."
"Idon'tknowI'vejustbeensadwithoutAaron-" You rushed out before she could say 'three' and that was enough for her, she registered it and she lifted a brow to you.
"That's all it is? You're not lying to me, right?"
"I'm not lying to you." You told her, not confirming the first part but it seemed like she took it as an answer to the first question.
And her solution to this very dire problem was a movie marathon.
A part of you was more than grateful for this break of thinking, just binge watching movies with your best friends was a cleansing you never knew you needed before. It was the best thing to ever have happened to you. You had an excuse for why you didn't sleep last night, having stayed up most of it with her. But she had to leave somewhere around 2 a.m.
And the following day, Aaron messaged you that he was finally coming home. And small parts of your world was crashing because you only lost so much weight with his absence, you didn't know how you'd be able to hide what you've been doing-
Hide?
Yes, you needed to hide it.
But not all plans follow through, you learned.
As soon as he made it home, you were in his arms, he wrapped around you as tight as he could and breathed you in like you were a drug he was addicted to and truthfully, you probably were. You swore you saw him going through withdrawals - or perhaps that was the delusion of it all. Maybe you were the one addicted. It didn't matter in the end, you both were obsessed and in love with each other.
You both pulled back on for him to press his lips against yours, his hands on your hips - keeping you as close as possible. "I never want to be away that long from you, ever again." He mumbled against your lips and to that you let out a soft giggle.
"I'll just have to keep you all to myself, handsome."
He pulled back and you saw it - for the split second it appeared - his confused gaze, eyebrows pinched. His hand went to your face - and his hand was the perfect size, cupping your face like you were a doll and truly, to him, you were. His thumb lightly traced the bags beneath your eyes and you felt your stomach drop.
"Have you been sleeping?"
And you were never much of a liar, not like you could get away with it while dating a behavioral analysis.
"Uhm, not too well." You muttered. You felt bad, his return should be about him, not you. It was stupid. He looked tired, he should be resting.
"What's been keeping you up?" He asked, eyes now on yours and not the bag beneath them. You sucked in a breath and shrugged because you knew speaking would only make you give it away and you were scared of what he'd say or think.
Would he be happy? Would he think that you were finally doing something about your body? Would he say he was proud because he wanted you thin like other girls?
Or would he cradle you? Would he tell you to eat more, that it was stupid to base your worth off of something like that? That you're more than a plate of pasta that you forbid yourself from and ate only a plate of salad?
You hoped for that but it would probably be the former. Aaron was a fit man, he could already pick you up now and maybe he would want a smaller girl.
"Have you been eating well?"
Your heart sunk deeper into your stomach and you shrugged again.
"It's okay-" You began but his firm look on you told you otherwise.
"Baby, be honest with me because I can tell by one look the answer to my question already. I just want you to be honest with me."
A part of you was happy and another - was destroyed? You felt like it was blown up and chopped up and put through a shredder. You couldn't explain why, not really.
"I just- I wanted to lose some weight."
"Why?"
And it made you scoff a little, not an exaggerated one, just a small one. He should know this answer, shouldn't he?
"Come on, Aaron, take one look at me. I'm fat and not just phat, the big F. Capital even. And I just want to look better for you, I know what people think when they see us together and I guess I just realized how much better you deserve- which is just so shitty of me- and I'm just trying to give you that. I could look so much better if I was skinny, you can't tell me I wouldn't." You huffed out, your words were to distance him but your grip on his suit kept him close because even with this tough act, you were falling apart. Tears were in your eyes and you sniffed at him.
"You wouldn't."
"Don't lie to me, Aaron."
"You wouldn't."
You huffed out a laugh, hands letting go of his suit and you moved to turn but his hands stopped you, cradling you by your waist and bringing you closer.
"You wouldn't look "so much better" if you were skinny, you look beautiful to me now. You'll look just as beautiful to me if you gained fifty pounds or lost fifty pounds. Your weight is a number that is out of my mind because I love you, Y/n. And that's not something conditioned by your weight." He began, taking in a breath while his eyes searched yours. Tears that formed before, were finally falling. "You're beautiful to me, Y/n. Your body is beautiful, your personality is beautiful, you are beautiful. If you want to lose weight, that's fine by me but I won't watch you wither away before me. Losing weight shouldn't be about being 'skinny'. It's about loving yourself and changing for health. You're healthy as you are now and if you want to change something to be better, then so be it but it will be in a healthy way. There's nothing about you I want to change, but I'll support any change you want to have. And if you don't want to change, then don't. Because I'm in love with the beautiful woman in front of me. Not an idea of how others may want her to be."
You sniffled by the time he was finished, face completely soaked by tears and you couldn't help a laugh that came from your mouth. "Do you know it's rude to make a girl cry?" And he smiled at that. And you caught your breath a second later, sniffling again. "I love you, I love you- God, I love you, Aaron. I'm sorry for what I said and acted like." You took a long breath. "It's just, something happened when I was out with my friends and it just, it affected me. Those few words she said affected me and I couldn't let it go."
And ever the understanding and loving boyfriend he was, he took the apology and ordered take out (both too tired to cook) and cuddled up to watch a show.
And as the movie began, you peered up at him from your position against his chest and said, in the most quiet voice. "I don't want to lose weight, maybe build muscle a bit but I don't want to be like that, not right now at least." You confided.
And to that he smiled, "Then that's how it'll be. I love you no less." He pressed a kiss against your lips and it truly felt like he didn't love you any less.
Things will get better, you'll get better. And with him by your side, that's more than possible.
please leave thoughts and comments <3 requests are open if you'd like to see more of him or anyone else (esp with plus size reader or buff)
a/n: 3/4 guys! the final installment is coming tomorrow along with a little surprise 🤫 i completely meant to post these all on the same day but then i didn’t finish them all and i got busy sorry guys </3
masterlist | aphmau masterlist
—AARON LYCAN
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—ZANE RO’MEAVE
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no taglist again sorry guys 💔 BUT THIS TIME ITS NOT BECAUSE IM LAZY!!! i was looking for the taglist and o think i lost it cause i can’t find it. and then i went to redo and confused myself and then gave up soo….
