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emberfrostlovesloki · 11 months ago

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Lighthouse [Hotch x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@happyheidi) Center (@agentdilfhotchner) Right (@theindividualchef)

Prompt: Hotch notices some distressing signs from the reader when he bumps into them at the grocery store. He doesn’t say anything, but something tells him that the reader isn’t well. He goes to their job and finds them just in time. Aka, when Aaron and the Non-BAU!reader get a chance to heal together.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Non-BAU!reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns

Category: hurt/angst/comfort

Word Count: 8.9K

Content Warnings: Grief and loss, single fatherhood [Aaron], depression [Hotch and Reader], brief mention of kidnappings [unsub], domestic violence (fights, implied beating, yelling, chocking, kicking hitting, degrading comments (reader)], hospitals, broken bones. If I missed any please let me know.

A/N: Good evening, loves! He’s the first Aaron fic of 2024! It’s a bit dark but I tried to handle the subject matter with care. This idea came from @imagining-in-the-margins's amazing January/February Challenge Prompt list: “Character escapes an abusive relationship and the recovery is harder than they thought.” Given that Aaron went through abuse himself and has healed from many things, I wanted to think about how he would try and help someone else going through it too. I just love it when Hotch gets protective and puts someone in their place. I really enjoyed writing this story and I hope you enjoy reading it. If you do, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you’re all having a good week! Love Levi - ❤️

P.S. If you or someone you know is experiencing domestic violence or any kind of abuse, there are resources out there. Please speak to a loved one or trusted individual. If you need help you can contact The National Dometic Hotline at: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) or you can visit their website for resources. Please be safe.

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_y/n_ = your name

_l/n_ = your last name

_y/f/c_ = your favorite color

_y/p_ = your partners

_y/p/n_ = your partner’s name (as the partner is a real jerk, put some terrible person’s name here)

_y/s/hw_ = your style of handwriting (cursive, loopy, blocky, etc.)

_y/d/a_ = your dominant arm

_y/e/p_ = your ex-partner

Hotch was walking down the pharmacy aisle of the grocery store. He was looking for the children’s nausea medicine. He’d been looking for twenty minutes. Aaron wondered if they kept it in some other part of the store. Jack’s tummy ache still hadn’t gone away since the night before, and he considered if he should take Jack to his pediatrician. The issue was, that it was Saturday and the doctor's office was closed. Aaron knew he could be paranoid and that Jack probably just had a stomach bug, but he worried. He always worried about his son. Since Haley’s passing, Jack took up a majority of his free time and all of his thoughts when he wasn’t on a case. Adjusting to the grief and loneliness had been hard. Harder than he’d ever imagined, but time, as the saying went, heals all wounds. Even those unseen. Emotional wounds that needed sutures and tender care long after they’d healed. It wasn’t perfect or easy juggling being a single dad and work. It had taken a long time to figure out. But he’d leaned on people, and after a while, he started to feel like a version of himself again. One that still mourned the loss, and regretted his choices, but he was getting better. Jack was too. Except, this Friday Jack went to a party at a friend's house and caught some illness that was going around. Aaron was so busy trying to find the medicine that he didn’t see that he was about to bump into someone. When the two collided, _y/n_ flinched, but composed herself quickly. So quickly that the familiar man didn’t notice it. They both said in unison, “Sorry.” Aaron straightened and _y/n_ got off of her toes. The pair looked at each other and after a beat, realized they knew each other, at least a little bit. It took a moment for _y/n_ to say, “Oh, cold brew with a shot of espresso on the side. Aaron, right?” For _y/n_, most people she interacted with were associated with some sort of coffee or tea order. _y/n_ was surprised with herself that she’d remembered the tall man’s name. She’d never seen him dressed so casually before. He was just wearing jeans and a dark green t-shirt that accentuated the muscles of his toned torso. In the mornings at six a.m., that man that she thought was called Aaron, only wore a suit and tie. The kind that was tailored just for his tall frame. The expensive material didn’t reveal as much as this outfit did. Even so, he was very attractive. Often, seeing him at the counter was the highlight of _y/n_’s morning. _y/n_ knew that sounded pathetic, but hell the guy actually smiled at her before the sun was up, and he always tipped. Being a barista wasn’t the most exciting job, but at least _y/n_ got to see him on and off during the work week.

Aaron was desperately wracking his brains for the name of the woman who had memorized not only his coffee order but his name as well. Why couldn’t he remember it? Aaron could picture her name tag with the gold lettering embossed on the enamel pin, but the name was out of focus. Admitting defeat, he replied, “That’s me. And you are?” _y/n_ looked at Aaron and replied, “_y/n_, _l/n_.” She wasn’t disappointed that he didn’t remember her name. No one remembered her name. _y/p_ wouldn’t let her get close enough to anyone to need to remember her at all. _y/n_ told herself internally, “I’m used to it. It doesn’t hurt if you don’t care.” As much as _y/n_ wanted to believe that lie, she was hurting. Her body ached under her dark long-sleeved shirt. She hadn’t meant to make a snarky quip back at _y/p_ last night, but the remark had come unbridled, and she’d paid for it dearly. _y/n_ snapped back to the present as her most irregular, regular customer asked, “Were you trying to reach something on that top shelf? Can I grab it for you, _y/n_?” Something about the way he said her name, had _y/n_ look at him like she’d never seen Aaron before. Like she’d never seen a man before. Not one that oozed confidence even when he was just standing in a grocery store aisle. _y/n_ knew that _y/p_ would never live up to that standard, as hard as they tried, and as long as they lived. _y/n_ flinched at the very idea of the thought. The things _y/p_ would do to her if she ever thought or dared speak something like that in their partner’s presence. Aaron noticed the reflexive jerk of _y/n_’s body like she’d been hit by an invisible hand. He furrowed his brow and took a small step back. “_y/n_, are you alright?” Aaron knew that look and understood the flinching away from things. He’d done enough of it in his childhood. Suddenly, he was concerned about the woman that he saw when he was on his early morning caffeine runs. Hotch felt ashamed that he’d never paid _y/n_ much attention. However, he was paying attention now, as _y/n_ fixed her face back to normal. Back to a friendly smile that hid any physical or mental pain she might be in. _y/n_ didn’t notice Aaron profile her. Instead, she cleared her throat and said, “Yeah, um, could you grab three of those instant ice packs? The cheapest brand on the left?” Hotch nodded and didn’t even need to reach very high to grab the aforementioned items _y/n_ had requested. _y/n_ held out her basket, and he dropped them into the container. Aaron noticed but didn’t comment on the odd assortment of painkillers, gauze packs, and a single pregnancy test on the far right side of the basket. Aaron moved his eyes up quickly to not look like he was prying into her personal life. Sometimes being a profiler had its downsides, and situations where he could see things that didn’t look good were one of them. It’s not like he could just say, “Hey, _y/n_, why do you need those ice packs,” or “Hey. _y/n_ if you lifted your shirt sleeves what would I see?” He wasn’t a mandatory reporter. He wasn’t a professor, or a nurse, or a school counselor. He just had a brain that let him see things that others didn’t. Things that people like _y/n_ probably didn’t want him to see. Then again, he could be reading into the woman’s grocery choices a bit too much. He didn’t know her, at least not more than her name, and she worked at his favorite coffee shop that was closest to the Quanitco Field Office. He liked it because, on a good morning, it took him less than ten minutes to get from the coffee shop to work.

_y/n_ looked at cold-brew-and-a-shot-of-espresso. He seemed to have gone somewhere else in his brain. She didn’t plan on standing there forever, and had to say, “Well thanks, Aaron. I’ll see you…” she hesitated and finished the sentence with, “...when I see you.” _y/n_ gave the man a little wave and walked toward the self-checkout. Hotch replied, “See you Monday, _y/n_.” It was an odd interaction, to say the least. Aaron realized he’d said, “See you Monday” like a man who worked in a bank, or finance, or some mundane job that let him keep a regular schedule, when he had the opposite of that job. He could be called into the office that moment, and he’d go because that’s what he’d signed up for. Aaron’s phone buzzing made him fish it out of his back pocket and lose his current train of thought. The text was from Jess asking if he was headed back yet. He quickly replied, “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Just picking up the medicine now.” Hotch put his phone away and scanned the kid's medicine section once more. At the end of the row, he found what he was looking for. The child-friendly gummies, he hoped, would allow Jack to relax. Aaron and his son had stayed up most of the night as Jack threw up once an hour or so. Hotch felt the tiredness of the night, and his concern for Jack deep down. Those thoughts had him forget, at the moment, the worry he had for _y/n_. As Aaron was texting and recounting last night, _y/n_ was quickly scanning her items and placing them in a _y/f/c_ reusable bag. Once the receipt was spat out of the machine, she took it, crumpled it, and tossed it in the trash by the front door. If there was one thing _y/n_ was grateful for, it was the self-checkout. There wasn’t anyone there to judge you on what you bought, unless it was alcohol, and it was quiet and quick. She saw no one, and no one saw her. Except, today had been different because she had been seen. That was a rarity. Even if it had only been a minute-long conversation with Aaron. He was a customer who was gone for days in a row with no apparent rhyme or reason, yet always came back. Always at six, and always in a suit. He was part of the group that she called, before the morning rush. That’s probably why she remembered him so well. He was distinct and unique and by far the hottest guy who graced the crowd from six a.m. to seven a.m. After seven the people came like a mob and names, orders, and faces all blurred together until the mid-afternoon lull. As _y/n_ sat in her car thinking, she realized that she didn’t have time to daydream. Especially not about a guy. She looked at the clock in her car and realized that she’d spent more time in her thoughts than she’d anticipated. “Shit” _y/n_ muttered to herself, realizing that if she drove fast, she’d have just enough time to ice the worst of her bruises and discard the ice packs in the dumpster outside her apartment before _y/p_ came home from work to notice them. Given the time crunch, _y/n_ started the engine and whisked her car out of the parking lot as safely, and quickly as she could manage. Any thoughts of Aaron were temporarily replaced with thoughts of getting to ease the aches in her body for a few minutes before another fight inevitably broke out when _y/p_ got home from work.

As it turned out, Hotch didn’t show up to the coffee shop on Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, and on Thursday it was another no show, _y/n_ really started wondering what the man did for work. She first thought was a lawyer. He looked the part with his clothes and his stern expression. There were plenty of law offices around the coffee shop, but she never saw him go into any of those buildings after he’d picked up his order from the counter. After he’d told her, “Have a good day,” and then walked out the door with long confidant strides while the bell rang. She considered the possibility of banking or finance, but from what _y/n_ knew, both of those jobs must require consistent hours in an office somewhere. But cold-brew-and-a-shot-of-espresso didn’t seem to keep any type of schedule, and he didn’t seem to be the type that worked in an office. Plus, all the bankers and finance bros she served every morning seemed glum and depressed. Aaron was intense, but he didn’t seem depressed. At least not anymore. The first time he’d come into the coffee shop she’d noticed him because he was new and it was early. He was the first customer of the day, and _y/n_ hadn’t even pulled the cold brew mix out of the fridge when he ordered one to go. As she’d explained that It would be a few minutes, and the tall man just nodded and said, “It’s fine. I can wait.” The man’s low voice sounded deeply sad. Like he was already dead and buried. It made _y/n_ look at him fully. He had a handsome face, all jaw, and dark hooded eyes. He looked like he sounded, far away. Internally _y/n_ wondered, “Is he going through something? Has this dude slept in the last month?” Both looked true from his slightly disheveled appearance and deep bags under his eyes. At this point, _y/n_ was happily in love with a person that she’d never guessed would lay a finger on her. A person who didn’t raise their voice, threaten them, cheat, or humiliate her in public. No. she was newly in love and everything was perfect. In fact, her partner had just agreed to move in with her last night. But the man in front of her, who’d said his name was Aaron, didn’t look any like she felt. _y/n_ wanted to ask him if he was okay, but it didn’t feel right. He was just a new customer and by now a small queue was forming behind him. So instead, she’d pulled a shot of espresso for him while he waited for his cold brew.

When Aaron heard his name, he walked over to the counter. Unless he was very behind on the coffee scene he didn’t think the small cup he was being handed was his. _y/n_ saw the look of confusion on his face, and she quickly explained, “Pulled you a shot on the house for making you wait. Hope it will tide you over.” Hotch left something in him that could be gratitude, and he murmured, “Thanks,” as he stepped back with the cup in his hands. It was the kindest thing _y/n_ could think to do for him while she took the next few orders and then started getting out the drinks including Aaron’s. Hotch had found the coffee spot because he had driven past it countless times since living in D.C. and commuting to Virginia. It had caught his eye early on because it seemed to be the only coffee place open that early. It had finally drawn him in when he wasn’t sure if he could live past the grief of losing Haley. Jack kept him going and that was enough, but he could admit he was struggling. He’d decided that doing something different, anything different, might do something for him. He wasn’t sure he could keep doing what he had been doing for the last two months. Even though he wasn’t much of an espresso person, he drank the free shot because it was nice of the barista to give it to him. Shortly after, he was given his cold brew, and he drove toward the office like he normally did. Not much changed for him in the day, except the addition of a lot of caffeine made his body feel like he was buzzing until noon. The sensation wasn’t unwelcome, at least it gave him something else to think about apart from loss. Aaron came back the next day and, just because, _y/n_ gave him another free shot of espresso. After a while, he started paying for the espresso, and as the months passed, he seemed to get better and _y/n_’s life got worse and worse and worse. _y/p_ had shown his full colors, and Aaron had worked on healing while _y/n_ began hurting. Their paths seemed to be like those of ships in the night. Their lights were never bright enough for the other to fully notice. That was until Friday.

Aaron had come back from a case in Arizona. It wasn’t the worst, It had been a stalker who kidnapped women who looked like the unsub’s mother due to abandonment issues. When the victims didn’t agree to play the part, the unsub wanted, they were replaced. Aaron moved into Dusk til Dawn like he always did. The bell rang as the door opened and he stood in the short line to get to the counter. He had almost forgotten about his interaction with _y/n_ at the store a little over a week ago. Jack had quickly recovered and then the case came, and time just went on like it always did, but as he caught _y/n_’s eye, he remembered. Not only did he remember her name now, but he remembered what he’d suspected she might be going through. When he got to the counter, she asked, “The usual?” Aaron nodded as he pulled out his card. He looked over at _y/n’s hands as she wrote his name on the two cups in _y/s/hw_. He noticed the slight bruising and scratches on her knuckles. The signs that something might have happened to her were minimal, but he caught them. Aaron was about to comment something, but as he put his card back in his wallet, _y/n_’s demeanor changed in an instant. The small smile and wide eyes she gave him whenever he came in disappeared. Hotch could almost feel the person behind him shuffle on heavy feet. Hotch stopped himself from looking behind him where _y/n_’s eyes were trained. _y/n_ barely murmured, “You’re order will be out in a second.” Aaron stepped a few feet back and listened from a spot far enough away that it didn’t seem like he was snooping, but also close enough to be able to listen in on the conversation happening at the counter. He crossed his hands over his chest. He could feel the slick material of his grey suit under his arms. He heard the person in front of the register say, “Hey. Good morning, sweetheart.” Hotch looked at _y/n_’s face. It was half reverence, half fear as she replied, “Morning. What are you doing here, _y/p/n_?” In a voice laced with love but a hint of bile _y/p_ said, “Can’t a person see their girlfriend in the morning? Plus I’m in desperate need of a coffee. Make it half soy, half oat milk latte with frothed milk, vanilla, and two pumps of sugar-free syrup. And a shot on the side.” _y/n_’s partner sounded more like an order than a command. Like shouting at a caged dog. _y/n_ knew why he needed coffee. He’d broken her carafe last night throwing it at her head. He’d accused her of cheating again because a friend from high school had checked in on her.

_y/n_ temporarily forgot all the other orders before _y/p_’s, and with a hurried, jerky movements. tried to make _y/p_’s order. If _y/p_ ever showed up to work, it meant she’d fucked up big time. Done something so big or bad that they had to come and see her before their work started, just to let her know that she was going to get it later. It was a promise. What she’d gone wrong since last night’s accusation and makeup session, _y/n_ wasn’t sure, but there was always something. y/n_ wasn’t paying attention to anything, and as she tried to steam the milk, she accidentally burned herself on the steamer. After a second, the pain circuits in her brain fired and she felt the burn, dropping the metal container holding the hot milk. The metal made a clanking sound on the floor, and a few patrons looked over at her. _y/n_ dipped behind the counter before anyone could notice the soft sob that left her. It was a cry of pain and fear. _y/n_ took the towel from her apron and wiped the floor first. She then fixed her face, got up, placed the dirty metal container in the sink, and remade the drink and espresso shot. It took her about twice as long as normal, but her hand was letting out red hot pulses every second or so. She wasn’t in the right head space to be making drinks at the moment. When the coffees were done, she moved back to the checkout where _y/p_ had firmly planted themself. In a sickeningly patronizing tone, they said, “Now that wasn’t that hard, was it _y/n_? God you always were a clutz. Anyhow, see you tonight, love.” _y/n_ raised a hand and said, “Tonight,” with a forced smile. Aaron watched as _y/p_ took one tiny swipe of her hand to rub under her eyes. The tears were too faint for him to see. _y/n_ then moved back to the cups that had piled up behind who Aaron assumed was her partner. A person who had just spoken to her in such a condescending and humiliating manner. _y/n_’s odd assortment of things at the store, the marks on her hands, and now this interaction only highlighted what Hotch assumptioned about _y/n_. When she eventually called his name for pick up, he approached the counter with care. Aaron grabbed his two cups and after _y/n_ said her normal, “Have a good day,” in a tight tone, he couldn’t help himself but say, “_y/n_ can I see your hand?” _y/n_ froze. She looked over at Aaron and pulled her injured hand to her chest with the other. Softly she replied, “It really doesn’t hurt.” Hotch could still see some of the red skin that looked painful. In the kindest tone he had, Aaron said, “It doesn’t look good, _y/n_. Do you have a first aid kit around here somewhere?” Hotch scanned behind the counter to see if there was a red box holding medical supplies nearby. _y/n_ hadn’t expected anyone to notice her hand. She especially didn’t expect it from Aaron. Without really thinking, she said, “There’s one in the staff room.” “Would you grab it for me?” Aaron asked. Much like the first time _y/n_ met Aaron, the tone of his voice had her look at him. The dark-eyed man looked concerned. It didn’t make sense. Neither did his tone. It came off as a caring suggestion. Something she hadn’t heard in a long time. _y/n_ was used to apathetic orders from her boss, Lisa, and _y/p_ disappointment in her everything. But care? She hadn’t heard or felt it in years. Aaron’s comment alone had her disoriented. To catch a moment to get back into balance, _y/n_ moved to the back room and took the first aid kit out of the cabinet. _y/n_ swallowed back whatever emotions were trying to force their way out before she stepped back into the main room.

_y/n_ set the red box on the counter. Aaron held out his hand for her hurt one, and to his surprise, she placed it in his large palm. After a moment of looking at the burn. It didn’t seem too bad, maybe a grade-two burn at worst. After his assessment, Hotch said, “You should run that under a cool tap for a minute. I’ll see if there’s some gauze in here to cover it up. As Hotch heard the water run and rifled through the first aid kit. He pulled out a large bandband-aid a generic antiseptic cream. _y/n_ returned in a moment, drying her hands. _y/n_ didn’t know how to react to this kindness and said, “Sorry I don’t mean to hold you up. You’re always so punctual. You’ve got to be late to wherever you go at this point.” She was giving him a way out. She was giving herself a way out because _y/n_ wasn’t sure how to be in this situation. How she would feel about Aaron if he helped her. Aaron looked at her. He saw the hesitation on her face and replied, “I won’t be late, and I’ll be quick here, I promise.” Aaron sensed that _y/n_ wanted this over with as soon as possible. It didn’t give him much time to think of something to check in with her. Hotch couldn’t delay and he didn’t want to make _y/n_ more uncomfortable, so he took _y/n_’s hand back into his. He squeezed a small dot of the cream on his finger and dabbed it onto her burn. _y/n_ flinched as he touched her more deliberately. Hotch finished that part swiftly and tore open the band-aid gently pressing it over the burn, securing it on her hand. He softly dropped her hand and closed the medical kit saying, “Good as new.” Aaron recognized that he was using the tone that he did with Jack when he came home from a play date with a scrape or bruise. _y/n_ took the kit off the counter and said, “Thanks for the help.” She sounded reserved and Hotch nodded, saying, “It was nothing. Have a good day, _y/n_.” With that, Hotch took his drinks again and moved out of the shop with a weight on his shoulders. _y/n_ watched him go and wished she could have a good day, but the threat of _y/p_ hung over her. _y/n_ also wished and tried to get Aaron’s concerned face and kind words out of her head, but she wasn’t very successful at that either.

Rossi noticed how perplexed Aaron seemed as he entered the building and moved up toward his office. The older profiler also clocked the two cups of coffee Hotch was precariously holding in one hand. Dave, who was at the railing at the top of the stairs asked Hotch as he got to the top, “You turning into Reid or something?” Aaron scoffed and replied, “I hope not. I’m too old from that kind of energy.” Rossi gave a half-smile before saying, “Well today it looks like you picked up more than a caffeine addiction.” Hotch didn’t understand and asked, “What do you mean?” Dave followed his friend to his office and said, “You look like you’re worried about something. Is Jack alright?” Hotch’s deep sigh told Rossi that he was correct. Something had happened. Aaron looked over at him with knowing eyes. Eyes that had seen too much pain and loss for one man. Hotch swallowed his sip of coffee before saying, “I just saw someone getting torn down. Put in a place I don’t think they deserve, and I didn’t know what to do about it. I’m the Chief of the BAU, one of the most revered branches in the FBI, and I see someone get hurt and I don’t know what to do about it.” Rossi leaned his arms on the desk chair opposite Aaron’s and slowly replied, “Aaron, you can’t save everyone from a bad situation.” Hotch bit the inside of his lip and replied, “But I want to. Am I losing my humanity?” Aaron often wondered after the death of Haley what he was becoming. He hoped it wasn’t something bad. Someone who didn’t care. Rossi watched this struggle and uncertainty play out on Hotch’s face and said, “I think this job can warp the way people working it see things. Pardon this reductionist analysis, but we go out and see countless victims and there’s a big bad to get and hold accountable. The scope of the evil we see is like a tsunami, and when we see a wave we don’t always know what to do. But a wave can still drown someone. That person’s no less deserving of a life jacket.” Rossi knew that he was making it sound like Aaron didn’t want to help whoever he was talking about, and knowing Aaron that was never the case. But Rossi wanted to provide some perspective before delving further into the conversation. Dave then said, “But Aaron, Not everyone knows they're drowning either. Maybe they don’t know to ask for a life jacket.” Dave was taking a guess here. He knew Hotch well enough that if this was a person Aaron knew well or personally, he would have done something already. So most likely this was a stranger or acquaintance that he’d encountered struggling, and Hotch, being the man he was, couldn't bear to see it happen. Rossi didn’t want to press Aaron. He wasn’t the type to go into detail, so Dave just stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and, said, “You’re a good man, Aaron, no matter what you believe, you’re a good man.” With that Rossi stood and walked to the door to let his friend decide what to do after that. And just to lighten the mood, Dave said at the door, “Don’t drink all that coffee at once. You’ll put yourself into cardiac arrest.”

Once Rossi was gone, Aaron moved behind his desk and sat down. He pulled out his briefcase and set to work on a floor-wide memo about a new policy on overtime. As he worked, he let Dave’s words churn in his head. By lunch, he’d decided that he’d go back to the coffee shop after work. No one had been a lifeline for him in his childhood and he wasn’t going to let it happen to someone else. Yes, he was aware that abuse happened all the time, all over the place and he couldn’t stop all of it. But he could let _y/n_ know that there were places she could go, and resources to her to get out. Something like that would have changed his life, and as it would turn out, Aaron’s willingness to step into a sensitive situation would save _y/n_’s.

Hotch moved back to Dawn til Dusk after work. Thankfully a case hadn’t pulled the team away. It was just after five thirty and the shop would close in a half hour. He’d never been there in the afternoon. The place took on a more subdued quality. There wasn’t the anxiety, the day was all ahead of me energy that the early morning held. As Aaron stepped inside, there was no one to greet him. Not _y/n_ with her smile that he’d grown used to when he stepped in the door or any customers either. For a second Aaron realized that he might be very silly because maybe _y/n_ didn’t work the afternoon shift and when someone came to out of the backroom or storage room, it would be a total stranger. Aaron assumed that whoever was still in the shop would come out of the staff room because the door stood ajar. He couldn’t see into the room, from where he was standing, but a loud thump had him snap his head to the side quickly. The sound hadn’t come from inside the room, but somewhere just beyond it. The same sound came again, and whatever it was, Aaron didn’t like it. Hotch moved to the side enough to see through the open door which led to another door with a window that looked out onto the alley behind the coffee shop. At first, it just looked like a small corridor that ran out to the street beyond the far side of the building. It seemed quiet until a body was pushed harshly to the ground and into Aaron’s view. Hotch realized that it was _y/n_ from her outfit from that morning. In a split second, Hotch was running through the backroom and out the door as the person who had stood behind him this morning came into view and began viciously kicking _y/n_ in the side.

_y/n_ curled into a ball on the pavement, choking for air. When _y/p_ came back again on the same day and said they needed to talk, she tried to swallow any fear she had. _y/n_ said they could talk in the back room, but _y/p_ insisted they go outside. That had been her fatal flaw. She didn’t know how to say no to them anymore and even though she was still on the clock, she’d let him into the small space behind the shop. Once the door was closed, _y/p_ had pounced. They pinned _y/n_ against the wall, choking her with such force that she couldn’t get a word out. When _y/n_ was sure she’d pass out from the lack of oxygen, _y/p_ threw her to the ground so hard she felt stunned. When _y/n_ had come to her senses, she tried to crawl away from the pain in her body and the threat of passing out. She still hadn’t fully regained her breath and the sides of her vision blurred at the edges. _y/p_ didn’t let _y/n_ crawl more than a few paces before grabbing her shirt and dragging her toward the dumpster on the opposite wall of the alley. _y/n_ groaned as the pain tore up her body. _y/n_ could feel her shirt riding up due to the rough surface of the concrete. _y/p_ tried for the first time to fight back. To get away, but _y/p_ pushed _y/n_ up to the edge of the dumpster and kicked her in the groin. They crouched down while _y/n_ covered her face and neck. _y/n_ said, “Did you think you could get on birth control and I wouldn’t know. Did you think I wouldn’t know?” _y/n_ shook her head and attempted to explain, but _y/n_ stopped trying when she gasped in pain. _y/n_ had pinner _y/d/a_ under a thick steel boot. The sickening crack that came shortly after had _y/n_ turn to the side and vomit in pain. When she looked up at _y/p_’s face, she knew this was how it was going to end. For some fucking pills. _y/p_ moved in again, pressing their hands to _y/n_ neck, cutting off the air she needed; _y/n_ spluttered fighting for life.However, the pressure was suddenly gone from her arm, neck, and everywhere else. Nothing was making much sense in _y/n_’s pounding head. She could only focus on trying to breathe.

It took Aaron five long strides to get outside and reach _y/n_ and her assailant. Hotch grabbed _y/p_ around the middle and pulled them off _y/n_. Hotch rolled with the person who trashed and screamed, “Let GO OF ME. Get off me.” Hotch grunted and tried to hold the person still. He found it ironic that _y/n_ was so against being manhandled with what he’d just done to _y/n_. From the anger, the person beneath Hotch showed, Aaron assumed it wasn’t the first time it had been this bad. Rage like that just didn’t start from nowhere, It grew and grew until it became uncontrollable. Aaron knew monsters were bred not born. Hotch caught his breath and said, “Stay still for your own sake. Move and I’ll knock your light out.” _y/p_ spat and said, It’s none of your business.” Aaron tightened his hold and said, “As a federal agent when I see someone get assaulted it suddenly is my business.” _y/n_ stilled for a second but then tried to use all their strength to shove Aaron away. Hotch rocked back on his hip and _y/p_ swung at him. Aaron took the brunt of the blow in his sternum. As big as _y/n_’s partner was, the hit wasn’t strong. It hardly hurt. Hotch was done. He had no place of remorse for abusers and he, unlike the person struggling below him, aimed one solid punch at the dude’s face. Maybe _y/n_ wasn’t fully out, but they were stunned enough to slump back on the ground with a groan. Hotch let them go and moved over to _y/n_ who was coming back to herself. Aaron dropped down on his knees next to _y/n_. The lower half of her body was in a murky puddle at the foot of the dumpster and their upper body leaned against the refuse bin. Aaron didn’t notice as his favorite trousers got soaked in the same murky puddle. He pulled out his phone and dialed 9-1-1. The operator answered asking, “9-1-1, what is the nature of your emergency?” Aaron cleared his throat and replied, “There’s been an attack on Maddison and Smith. Fourth block down from the stop sign. At the back of Dawn til Dusk. I need medical and police services.” Hotch heard the operator typing in the information before asking, “Are you or anyone in immediate danger? Are you the one that was attacked?” Hotch replied quickly, “No, it was someone else.” He took a second to see that _y/n_’s partner was still out of it and added, “There’s no immediate danger.” The woman on the other end of the line said, “Thank you for the information. Can you provide your name and phone number?” At this stage, Hotch was multitasking. He was carefully looking over _y/n_ who was starting to stir. He held a hand up to still her movements and turned his head toward the phone on the ground saying, “Agent Aaron Hotchner, the number’s 982-289-7765.” After a second, the woman on the phone said, “Thank you, Agent Hotchner, please stay on the line, medical and police services are on their way.” Hotch nodded minutely and when he looked back at _y/n_, she was staring at him with wide eyes. She had registered who he was now and heard his conversation in the back part of her head that wasn't screaming in pain. _y/n_ whispered, “Where’s _y/n_?” The weak attempt at speaking had her cough harshly into her chest, and Aaron leaned closer saying, “Don’t worry about them, _y/n_. Just stay still and try and relax. If you can take small breaths, it might help.” _y/n_ nodded and tried to do as he said.

_y/n_ watched as Aaron pulled out another phone and called someone else. She thought she heard the name, Morgan somewhere and the name of the shop, but for a man of Aaron’s stature and power, he spoke with surprising softness. As she had seen Hotch take down _y/p_ there seemed to be an anger she hadn’t imagined she’d ever see from him. But now he just looked worried for her. Like he had looked worried at the store. His emotions had turned on a dime. She was used to that with _y/p_. But that was from a constant disappointment to a visceral rage. Aaron’s were different. His seemed to shift from anger to firm protection. _y/n_ didn’t know what to make of it. Didn’t know what to make of her life anymore. She hadn’t expected to live a few minutes ago and now time stretched out before her like nothing she’d ever seen before. It was beautiful and horrifying at the same time. _y/n_ couldn’t think about that though. Not now. Instead, she just did as the man beside her suggested, relax and breathe. That was managable at least. Hotch stayed by her, checking every minute or so to make sure _y/p_ stayed put. Aaron hadn’t even put fifty percent of his strength into his punch, but the slumped body on the ground didn’t move. At least until the police showed up five minutes later and hauled them into a cruiser. _y/n_ suddenly got their energy back and bellowed that they had been attacked by Aaron. _y/n_’s bloody face and broken arm plus Hotch’s badge and account of the story had the officers removed _y/p_ from the scene shortly after. The paramedics showed up at the same time as the officers and started to treat _y/n_. Hotch gave his side of things and tried to listen in on _y/n_’s conversation at the same time. The EMT finished his assessment and asked, “Is your vision blurred? How’s your breathing?” _y/n_ softly replied, “I can see okay. My neck hurts, but I can breathe okay. But my arm, it really, really hurts.” The EMT nodded and said, “It looks like it’s broken. My colleague is going to bring the stretcher around the building now. Once you’re in the ambulance we can get you some pain medication, okay?” _y/n_ nodded and the paramedic asked one last question, “Is there someone we can call for you? A family member or friend?” Hotch watched as _y/n_ shook her head no. She looked incredibly sad and lonely in the moment and it pulled at his insides so much they ached because he knew exactly what that felt like. To feel alone in the world. Hotch stepped forward and said, “I’ll stay with her. Which hospital are you taking her to?” The EMT stood and made room for the gurney along with Aaron. The man replied, “Grand Gen on 45th.” Hotch nodded and watched as _y/n_ got loaded onto the stretcher. As she was taken toward the ambulance Aaron walked beside her and said, “I’ll be at the hospital okay. If you need anything just ask for me, alright?” _y/n_ gave a small nod, thankful that anyone was going to be there for her.

Aaron spent the next few hours talking to the police and waiting in the hospital for an update. _y/n_ called him in before the doctor came to tell her what was wrong with her. _y/n_ even though she didn’t know the man who had saved her well, was the closest thing she had to a friend in town, and she didn’t want to be alone when she found out the extent of all what was wrong with her. Doctor James was compassionate as he detailed her minor concussion, broken arm, and deep bruises on her body. He detailed a care plan and her need for at least a week of rest. _y/n_ looked at the medical professional and asked, “Can I work after that?” James pursed his lips and replied, “I wouldn’t recommend it. You’ll need to come in for a check-up next week and we can talk about that then. But for now, I need you to rest.” _y/n_ mouthed okay, trying to think about how to tell Lisa that she wasn’t going to be at work for probably over a week. Lisa had fired much of the staff last year and was a chronic, didn’t show up to work even though she owned the coffee shop. _y/n_ had ended up picking up the slack. The doctor looked over _y/n_’s chart and wrote down the pain medications he was going to prescribe her. He looked up from the clipboard and said, “I’ll schedule your release for an hour. I just want to ensure you’re not confused or don’t have any reactions to the medications we gave you. There are some pretty strong ones and not everyone’s body takes to them well. It’s not safe for you to drive, so you’ll need to call someone to get you. Does anyone come to mind?” No one came to mind. If anything came up, she always called _y/p_, but she wouldn’t be doing that anymore. The realization seemed overwhelming. Everything in her life felt overwhelming right now. Hotch stepped forward and said gently, “I can take you home, _y/n_. If you’re comfortable with that. Or I can get you a cab?” _y/n_ looked over to him and said, “You’d do that?” Hotch nodded and reassuringly replied, “Yes. Of course.” Hearing someone so vulnerable sound so desperate only made Aaron want to look out for _y/n_ more. The doctor derailed that train of thought and said, “Well good. Can you go and speak to the charge nurse at the counter, just so we have your information?” Aaron nodded and moved out of the room. After he’d provided the details the hospital needed, he got a call from Morgan. Hotch answered, “Derek, what do you have?” Morgan replied, “I asked Garcia to look up the dude, they have a record as long as my arm. Assault and battery, resisting arrest, DUI’s. After this, I don’t think they’ll be bothering anyone for a while. It was still a bad situation. The cops told me about the details. How’d you know it was going to happen.” Aaron sighed and replied, “I didn’t really. I had my assumptions but it was just a gut feeling I guess.” Derek hummed and said, “Well it’s good you were there. Things could have gone differently.” That was true, but it didn’t stop Aaron from wishing he’d noticed earlier. After asking Morgan to have Rossi pick Jack up from school and watch after his son for a few hours, Aaron ended the call. Around fifty minutes later, _y/n_ was released and Aaron pulled his car up to the front of the hospital. A nurse helped her into the driver’s side of his car. It was an awkward ride as he asked her for her address and he plugged it into his phone. As Aaron drove there was a silence that neither knew how to fill.

_y/n_ didn’t know how to thank Aaron for saving her life when, up until that afternoon, he’d only been someone to make her mornings a little brighter. And Aaron didn’t know how to comfort a woman who had helped him heal in a small way many months ago. Finally, Aaron just said, “I’m sorry, _y/n_” while keeping his eyes on the road. _y/n_ looked over at him not understanding. She replied, “Why are you sorry, Aaron? You saved my life today, spent four hours in a hospital, and are using your car to take me home. You don’t even know me and you’re doing all of this” Hotch shifted his eyes to _y/n_ and back to the road as he said, “But I saw you. What was happening a few weeks back and I didn’t say anything. I didn’t ask if you needed help. It’s my job to help people. To keep them safe, and I didn’t do that.” _y/n_ pulled her bottom lip into her mouth for a second before responding. When she found out that Aaron was in the FBI while he was speaking to the police, things seemed to make more sense about him. But _y/n_ didn’t understand why he felt bad. She said, “Aaron, lots of people saw. You’re the first person to have ever done anything about it, and it saved my life. I won’t ever be able to pay you back for that, or the kindness you showed me every morning you come in.” _y/n_ stopped herself from saying that he’d given her something to live for. But seeing him slowly get happier had kept her going over the long months when things had gone from bad to worse. She knew that at least one person wasn’t suffering anymore. Hotch’s soft response of, “You don’t have to thank me, ever.” The conversation stopped there as they reached _y/n_’s apartment. Hotch pulled out his card and scribbled his number on the back saying, “Call or text me if you need anything.” _y/n_ nodded, took the card, and slowly walked to her door to enter an empty home.

_y/n_ hadn’t expected to need to call Aaron Hotchner. But she also hadn’t expected it to be so hard to be alone, to wake in cold sweats every morning. She didn’t think showering alone would be as hard even though showering with _y/e/p_ always ended in fights. _y/n_ knew she had to talk to someone, and the only someone she could think of had been Aaron. So she called him on a Thursday night and he’d picked up on the first ring with, “This is Hotchner.” _y/n_ wasn’t even sure what she was going to say, but finally choked out, “Umm, this is _y/n_, _l/n_, from last week.” There was a pause as Aaron’s synapses fired and he said, “Yes, _y/n_. Is something the matter? Do you need something?” The was a soft shuffling sound on _y/n_ side before she replied, “Kind of. Can we, talk sometime? If you have time?” Hotch blinked a few times before saying, “Sure. Do you want to talk now or later?” _y/n_ who half hadn’t expected Aaron to pick up and fully wasn’t sure what she even wanted to say, said, “Later. Maybe Saturday?” Hotch agreed and said, “Saturday works. I’ll have to bring my son. Would meeting at a park be okay? Jack, my boy could play and we’d have an hour to talk?” _y/n_ hadn’t known Hotch was a father. “Of course, you don’t idiot. You formally met him last week. Can you read minds now or something?” _y/n_ pinched the bridge of her nose and stifled a sigh at her thoughts. Instead, she said, “That works for me. Is there a time and a park that works for you?” They made their meeting plan, and when _y/n_ hung up, she felt oddly comforted that Aaron was a father. The role fit him in some way that she couldn’t fully understand yet.

That Saturday at Lincoln Grove Park, _y/n_ and Hotch leaned against the rail. _y/n_ looked at the flock of kids on the playground and asked, “Which one is your son?” Hotch smiled and pointed out Jack saying, “The one in the grey beanie and Power Rangers shirt.” _y/n_ spotted the little boy going down the slide and smiled saying, “He’s cute.” Aaron smiled and said, “As his father, I have to agree.” He took a breath and moved his gaze from his son to _y/n_. She looked at him as he asked, “What’s the matter, _y/n_? Are you okay?” Hotch realized that he could have, should have said those words to her when he’d helped her at the store, but it was too late for that now. All he could do was ask them in the present, and be there for whatever answer _y/n_ gave. _y/n_ had considered this question beforehand and replied, “After the first day I thought it was going to be easy. I thought I was going to be happy and want to do things and live life again.” _y/n_ hesitated and Aaron’s eyes softened. He’d seen and experienced enough trauma to know how hard that sudden kind of change was. You didn’t just go from sad to happy overnight, or scared to empowered either. He gave _y/n_ space to finish he thought, and after a moment she did, saying, “But when I wake up and the other side of the bed is empty, I panic. I wonder where _y/e/p_ is and how the fight is to be once it comes. And when I go to the store, I get the things they liked because I liked them too. _ye//p_’s still everywhere even though they’re sitting in a jail cell right now.” It all sounded pathetic to _y/n_ and she continued, “Am I an idiot for falling for someone like that? I really thought they loved me until they hurt me. And at that point, I loved them too much to see past it.” Feeling ashamed, _y/n_ put her head in her hands, not even sure why she was saying this stuff to Aaron. Hotch took a step forward and said her name, soft and melodically. _y/n_ raised her head and he could see the tears forming in her eyes. He put a hand on her shoulder and replied, “You’re not stupid, _y/n_. Some people are just good fakes. They let you see what you want until you think you know them. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them. Good people don’t have to hide what they are.” Aaron took a pause and felt _y/n_ lean into his touch a bit. He wondered when the last time was that _y/n_ had been offered comfort without it coming at a price. Hotch chose his next words carefully, as he said, “I can’t speak for you _y/n_. But I’ve felt a lot of pain before. Some I didn’t think I was going to make it through. But in time, things got better for me. Small things changed first, and then bigger and bigger things. And finally, I felt like I could breathe again. Like I was a human deserving of love. I had to work for it, but it was worth it. I hope you can find that too, _y/n_. I’d be happy to be there for you if you want to try.” _y/n_’s tears were falling now, and she nodded her head yes. For the first time since she’d been free of _y/e/p_, she wanted to try.

As _y/n_ and Aaron stood at the edge of the playground, talking and finally getting to know each other after months of almost being friends, it seemed that perhaps they weren't destined to move past each other without ever knowing the other existed. Perhaps they had both been lighthouses on opposite shores trying to save strangers, but now their warm beams were fully on each other. Shining the way to safe passage. And when Aaron saw the hint of a real smile, not one masked by pain or fear on _y/n_’s face, he thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

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Bigger than the whole sky | Part Three: Electric Hearts

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: As it turns out, getting pregnant was the easiest part... The hard part is making sure Jack is okay with it and the team understands what it's going to look like when Hotch goes on paternity leave... and Peter's moms reaction to a grandbaby that isn't hers.

Warnings: pregnancy, canon rewrite season 10/11 - no scratch plotline, spencers mom's dementia mentioned, JJ's pregnant too, lots of Jack content, doctors appointments and ultrasounds, nondescript case in LA -- hotel quickies, showering together, lots of fluff over all

Word Count: 13.5k

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Derek is so used to being called into Hotch’s office now that he’s the second in command, that he no longer feels anxious when Aaron asks him to close the door behind himself. He always knows that Aaron just wants to talk about a new case or some bullshit higher up… today he comes right in, closes the door and sits down like he owns the place.

“What’s up?”

“That place you’re letting Y/N stay in, how much were you going to sell it for?” Aaron asks.

“Why?” Derek smiles, sitting up straighter.

“It’s the perfect size for us and the kids,” Aaron answers, smiling right back, letting Derek in on their little secret.

“No way?” Derek can’t believe it, he’s so proud, he’s practically oozing happiness. “You didn’t even skip a beat, she said she wanted kids and you just went and did it?”

“We did it…”

Derek gets up from his seat and meets Aaron halfway for a hug, he pats him on the back and just laughs, “Wow… you’re going to be a dad again.”

“And that’s another thing I need to talk to you about,” Aaron says, making him sit back down. “Not only do I want to buy that house from you, I would like you to step up and take over when I go on paternity leave.”

“Obviously,” Derek shrugs like it’s nothing to take over as Unit Chief. “I don’t mind, I’m just starting to get used to the paperwork again.”

“I’m going to ask JJ to step up into your spot during that time and we’re working on 2 new hires so you’ll have almost a full team in our absence,” Aaron explains further. “And I’ll be 1 call away at all times.”

“And I’ll know where you live,” Derek teases. “Speaking of the house, it was foreclosed when I got it so it was only 153k and I put about 100k into it, so I can settle on 255, even though I know the market value now is close to 800.”

“I don’t mind paying the full—

“No, no. Put the rest of the money into the kids' college funds, please? You know I don’t need it.” Derek stares at him with his immaculate brows arched.

“I can do that,” he agrees easily. “Can you just keep it a secret for me? I want the house to be a present for her and she doesn’t want anyone but you to know about the baby yet… she really wants to make it to 12 weeks before she starts to tell anyone in case it doesn’t work out.”

“Of course, man… but I’m sure the others will figure it out, I mean, she’s not really going after unsubs as hard as before and she’s sticking to your side at the precincts instead of going out to interview suspects, she’s been having a snack at 3-hour intervals… she ever stayed back with penny cause she wasn’t feeling good. I had a feeling this was coming. ”

“She doesn’t want to transfer, she’s going to switch on desk duty around 20 weeks… she’s actually been doing the interviews for me so we can fill up the team again,” Aaron explains. “Have you heard anything about a Luke Alvez?”

He nods, “Yeah, he’s on the fugitive task force, right? He’s gone after some of the unsubs we’ve profiled but couldn’t capture, right?”

“Yeah, he did.” Aaron nods, “he and Dr. Tara Lewis, a forensic psychologist from San Fransisco, are our top two. She’s been interviewing convicted serial killers for the last 4 years, she has the most updated insight into why they do what they do.”

“Our team would be absolutely stacked with them,” Derek all but cheers, he’s so excited.

“So, should I make some calls?” Aaron asks with a smile.

“You better, or I will.”

—

At the same time Derek disappears into Aaron's office, JJ pulls Y/N aside. “Hey, can we talk?” She asks, tugging her all the way down to Derek's old office for some privacy.

Y/n has a feeling she knows what’s coming, either JJ is pregnant or she’d figured out that she is. No matter what, it’s going to be interesting if she’s pulling her this far out of ear range from the team. “What’s going on?”

“You’re doing the rehiring with Hotch, right?”

She nods, “Yeah, why?”

“You might want to consider a second person…”

“Third,” Y/N can’t help but correct her with a smirk.

“No way?” JJ’s eyes light right up. “You too?”

“Yeah, I’m 7 weeks tomorrow.”

“I just hit 10 weeks,” she says and then her jaw drops, she can’t believe it. “Holy shit?”

“Oh man… this is going to ruin Aaron’s plan…”

“What is?”

“He was going to ask Derek to step up as chief and have you move into Derek's spot,” Y/N shares. “I guess we have to ask Spencer now.”

“He’ll do it,” JJ all but answers for him. “Him and Derek running shit will be interesting but… I think they can do it.”

“And Penelope will be there to keep them in check,” Y/N teases. “But anyway, how are you feeling? Are you okay?”

JJ nods, “I’m good, it’s surprisingly a lot similar to Henry’s pregnancy so I’m just nauseous all day and sore when I come home and I could honestly fall asleep anywhere… but I’m good.”

“I haven’t been sick yet,” Y/N shares with her fingers crossed. “I really don’t want to throw up but I know it’ll hit me out of nowhere soon. I remember when Peter's cousin had their first she was only sick in the second trimester and I have a feeling I might get that too.”

“Spencer would say that’s because in the first semester, your body sometimes heals everything in you in order to make the most habitable home for the baby and then you’re so worn down in the second trimester that you get sick easily,” she explains, having heard it all before. “He said the same thing to Callahan last year when she had her baby.”

“What’s in the water here getting us all knocked up?” Y/N teases. “I mean, who’s next?”

“Derek,” JJ jokes. “With the rate he and Savannah are having weekends alone… it’ll happen.”

“I just hope he waits until Aaron is done with his paternity leave.”

—

Finding a doctor that could do appointments on weekends was hard. They couldn’t find a way to sneak out of the office during the week to go to an appointment without the team figuring out what was going on and most of their cases took them out of D.C. for 2-4 days so they’d have to reschedule anyway.

It’s actually Derek who’s able to hook that up for them. He simply asks his Doctor girlfriend and she asks one of her OBGYN friends at the hospital — who are more than willing to help out a couple of FBI agents on a weekend.

Y/N and Aaron come in that next Saturday at 10am and finally get to see their tiny little baby in her ever-growing stomach… she was already having a hard time fitting into her work pants and she was only 2 months along. Aaron loved it, which she knew he would, she just didn’t expect him to have his hands on her all the time. At work, he’d rest his hand on her side with his fingers slowly inching towards her tummy and at home, he was all over her. The doctor's office was no different.

He helps her out of her pants and into a gown for the ultrasound and then onto the exam table. He takes a seat beside her and quickly his hand comes up to rest on her stomach. She covers his hand with her own and caresses him with her thumb, “you’re so cute,” she compliments.

“Why?” He laughs, “cause I can’t keep my hands off you?”

“I don’t know if it’s your fatherly instincts or what, but you basically guard my belly now,” she teases. “It’s cute.”

“I love you two, sue me,” he teases right back.

The two of them laugh together more than anything else. He makes her so happy that her cheeks always end up hurting from smiling too much. They’re so in love it makes her feel a little crazy because there’s no way this is how love is always supposed to be. She can’t believe she missed out on these feelings for so long and she also can’t believe she gets to be this happy with him for the rest of her life.

“Knock knock,” their doctor says as she opens up the door just a few inches. “Are you ready to start the appointment?”

“Absolutely!” Y/N cheers, she sits up ever so slightly and squeezes Aaron's hand. “Thank you so much for taking us on a Saturday.”

“Oh, no problem, Dr. Hayes told me all about what you guys do for our country, I wouldn’t dare turn you away,” she raves as she approaches them. She takes a seat on the little rolling stool and moves in closer to them. “Thanks for catching bad guys, you guys are like heroes.”

“He’s the hero, he’s been doing it for 13 years,” Y/N pushes the compliment onto Aaron cause she doesn’t take them well.

“It’s nothing,” Aaron waves it off.

“Not nothing, it’s amazing… I’m Dr. Samantha Connors, by the way,” she says as she reaches out to shake Aaron's hand. “Is this your first baby?”

“Mine, yeah,” Y/N smiles. “Aaron has a 10-year-old son named Jack, he’s the sweetest.”

“Okay good, so you’re familiar with these appointments, aren’t you Dad?”

Aaron nods, “I wasn’t at all of them with my ex-wife, but from what I remember this appointment is just for the heartbeat and making sure the baby is growing properly, right?”

Dr. Connors smiles, “Yeah, that’s exactly right. So, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get started with your ultrasound, okay?”

“Okay,” Y/N agrees, she gets comfortable in her seat, her feet in the stirrups, and she takes a deep breath knowing what was about to happen wasn’t comfortable.

Aaron holds her hand the whole time that the doctor looks around without showing them the screen. They share little smiles and stare down the doctor together, both of them being experts at studying body language… they know everything is fine even before she turns the screen to them and says, “Are you ready to meet your baby?”

They both beam, nodding as words escape them… their baby is so tiny and real and right there on the screen. “She looks like a cashew,” Y/N can’t help but say as her eyes well with tears. “Oh my gosh.”

“I always forget how small they start out,” Aaron swoons just the same.

“they’re measuring perfectly for 8 weeks and on my monitor here I see the heart beating but let’s hear it,” Doctor Connors says as she turns on the Doppler effect and the woosh of her heartbeat comes through.

Y/N starts crying almost immediately, she tries so hard to hold it in but the tears run down her face, anyway. Aaron is quick to cup her face in his hands and wipe her tears away, he presses a kiss to her cheek, “you’re okay,” he reminds her. “You’re doing so good, she’s so healthy.”

“Very healthy,” Doctor Connors affirms. “We’re just waiting on the blood work you did in the other room to confirm, but just from the looks of things I think this is going to be a very successful pregnancy.”

“It’s my first time ever being pregnant,” Y/N shares. “I was trying for years with my ex-husband but he had a vasectomy and never told me so I always thought I couldn’t but it was him that was the issue. I’ve always wanted to see this, that’s why I’m crying.”

“I’m so sorry,” she places her free hand on her chest. “That’s awful, I can’t believe that happened to you.”

“It was awful… but I’m much happier on every front now,” She says as she smiles at Aaron.

“You and me both, honey.”

—

Aaron keeps looking in the rear-view mirror, he’s staring at Jack in the back seat. He still hasn’t told him where they’re going… Jack spent the night with Jess last night, he’s expecting to go right home but Aaron’s taking him to Y/N’s house for the first time. Y/N still doesn’t know that Aaron is working on buying the house, Jack has no idea either, so really it’s just Aaron trying to get them both used to being in that house together before he announces or proposes anything.

At the end of the day, Jack's happiness and comfort are very important and if he isn't happy with this, Aaron will just have to find a way to make living in 2 places work for them.

“Dad?” Jack asks from the back seat.

“Yeah?”

“You missed the road we take to go home…”

“Oh… uh, I thought we could go see Y/N for dinner tonight? Is that okay?” Aaron asks, “She’s making pasta, you like pasta, right?”

“Yeah, that’s cool,” Jack says with a smile. “I like her, she’s a good cook.”

“She is,” Aaron smiles back. “You’re going to like her house, too, she has a big yard and a nice new couch for movies and she has Netflix, too.”

“Oh! Yes, can we watch a movie before we leave tonight?”

“I think that could be possible,” Aaron agrees. “But you’ll have to ask her, she worked all day and we didn’t sleep on the plane and now she’s making dinner, she’s probably going to be tired.”

“I’ll be extra nice when I ask, I promise,” Jack says with a giddy look on his face. His shoulders rise as he clenches his fist and shimmies in his seat, overjoyed to get to spend more time with her.

It’s everything Aaron could ever hope for and more, his two (almost 3) favourite people love to hang out together. That’s all he wanted.

Y/N meets them outside on the front step when they arrive, she’s changed into her comfy clothes and she opens her arms wide when Jack runs towards her for a hug. “Hi buddy,” she coos, she pets his hair and gives his head a gentle kiss. “How are you?”

“I’m good, Dad said you might be tired tonight but if you’re not can we watch another movie together?” He asks right away.

“Oh, yeah, yeah we totally can, buddy. I’m a little tired but staying up with you is worth it,” she gives him a smile as she leads him inside. “What movie were you thinking?”

Aaron just lets them go. He watches them talk to each other and share little smiles and laughs and he can’t believe this is his life.

When Haley died, the last thing he could imagine was feeling this in love again and the second last thing he could imagine was Jack having a motherly figure as he grew up. He was so scared to do it alone and fuck him up and then he blinked and his life fell into place once again. His son is happy, his girlfriend is happy, and their baby is healthy. There’s nothing more he could wish for.

“You know, I actually have a surprise for both of you,” Y/N announces midway through dinner.”

“Really?” Jack perks up.

“Really?” Aaron is surprised, she hasn’t told him anything and normally they’re like open books with each other.

“I saw that one of the neighbours was moving a bunk bed into the bed of her husband's truck and she said they were just going to take it to the dump because no one would answer their Craigslist add for a free bunk bed… so I took a look at it and it was in great condition and I gave her husband 50 bucks to help me put it together in one of the spare bedrooms,” she explains, smiling with all her teeth the whole time. “And then I messaged Derek and he had 2 single mattresses in the storage unit and he dropped them off for me so now Jack, you have a place to sleep here if you want to stay.”

“I’ve never had a bunk bed before!” Jack says as he gets up from his seat at the table to run over and give her another hug. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome,” she says just loud enough for him to hear. Her shoulders drop and she holds him close, resting her cheek on top of his head. “Next time we have a day off we can go pick out some stuff to decorate your room, okay?”

She peers over to Aaron, he’s smiling at her with his heart in his eyes, “I love you,” he mouths, not yet ready for Jack to hear that but it’s true. He sometimes can’t believe the amount of love he feels for her, it’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

After dinner, Aaron sends them both out to the living room to pick a movie and start watching it while he cleans up the kitchen for Y/N. He doesn’t know what they’re watching, but hearing them laugh together makes him smile as he fills the dishwasher and hand-washes the pots and pans she used to make the pasta. When he comes out of the kitchen, Jack is snuggled back into Y/N’s side with his hand on her belly, watching the movie without a clue that she’s carrying his little sibling in there. Aaron takes a sneaky picture of them on his cellphone, he wants to remember this moment forever. The moment both his families became one unit.

He takes a seat on her other side and she’s quick to take his hand in hers. She gives his hand a squeeze and he caresses her with his thumb, she leans over and rests her head on his shoulder, giving him the chance to press a kiss to her temple.

—

When it's time for Jack to go to bed, he sits in the bottom bunk of his new bed and he looks around the room like something is missing. “What’s wrong?” Y/N asks.

He shrugs, “Nothing.”

Aaron isn’t in the room, he’s stepped out to the car to get Jack's overnight bag with his pjs and toothbrush, so he can’t read Jack and tell her what’s going on. She has to pry. So she takes a seat beside him, making sure she doesn’t hit her head on the top bunk and she smiles softly, “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

He nods and bites his lip, avoiding eye contact with her. “I need a night light.”

“Oh,” she should’ve known. “Um… I don’t have a normal night light but I have some string lights for Christmas I could put up, would that work?”

“Yeah, I don’t like the dark,” he shares.

“I don’t either,” she shares right back. “I think the lights are in a box under the stairs, do you want to come look with me? You can hold the flashlight?”

“Okay!” Jack agrees pretty easily, they run down the stairs together and to the kitchen where her flashlight sits in a drawer and she gives it to him. He flicks it on and off a few times with a smile, “thank you, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome, buddy,” she waves it off as no big deal and leads him to the cubby under the stairs.

He stands to the side, behind her, with the light on for her so she can see into all the boxes of things she hasn’t unpacked yet. She digs for a while, both of them don’t notice that Aaron has come back in or that he’s standing in the doorway, once again listening to them. “Here they are,” she announces as she pulls out the bundle of lights.

She holds them up to show Jack and he smiles, big and wide, “You’re the best… I really liked Beth and I was scared my dad wouldn’t find another nice lady to love like he did before with my mom but you’re even nicer. I’m really happy he loves you and you love him. He’s a lot happier now that you love him.”

“Jack,” she swoons and wraps her arms around him, trying not to cry. “That’s the sweetest thing you could’ve ever said to me!”

“It’s just the truth,” he laughs awkwardly while hugging her back.

When they come out of the little cubby under the stairs, they’re both shocked to see Aaron there, smiling. “Oh, hi,” Y/N smiles at him, still all teary-eyed.

“Dad, we’re going to hang these in my room!” Jack cheers, he’s so excited.

“Alright… with what?” Aaron asks, ready to help.

“I have some push pins in the kitchen we can just put them in the wall and drape the lights over it,” Y/N suggests. “And then when we go out to the store for decorations we’ll get you a real night light, okay?”

“Okay!” Jack shouts, overexcited, “You get the pins and I’ll put these upstairs!” And then he runs up the stairs to his new room.

“You’re so good with him,” Aaron coos, wrapping his arm around her and bringing her in for a hug. He kisses the top of her head and then she looks up at him with tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong. I’m just so happy,” she admits. She leans in for a quick kiss, pressing her lips to his, they breathe each other in for a quick moment before pulling apart. “Are we going to tell him tomorrow?” She whispers.

He nods, “I was thinking we could take him to the restaurant where I introduced you to him, for breakfast tomorrow, and we could tell him there?”

“That sounds perfect,” she agrees, “you can go help him get dressed and I’ll be up in a minute, okay?”

“Sounds good,” Aaron gives her a smile, his hand grazes her tummy as he pulls away fully and heads towards the stairs.

She watches him go with a soft smile on her face, she just shakes her head… she can’t believe this is her life now. She has a wonderful husband, the sweetest stepson and she’s pregnant with another perfect Hotchner. What more could she ever wish for?

When she gets upstairs, Jack is in his pjs, his teeth are brushed and he’s sitting happily in his bed, waiting for Y/N to return with the lights already plugged into the wall and turned on, ready to be hung up. She hands Aaron a few pins and they each stick them in the walls, an equal distance from each other so they hang nicely. “I really hope Derek won’t mind…”

“He won’t, it’s not going to be his house for long,” Aaron says with a sneaky smile on his face like he’s been planning something.

She doesn’t say anything, it’s not something they need to discuss in front of Jack but if he was going to buy this house to make it their shared home, she would not be mad about that. In fact, she’d be overjoyed to have her whole family under 1 roof.

Once the lights are up, Jack lies down in his bed against the pillows and smiles. “This is perfect.”

“You really like it?” Y/N asks, seeking his approval.

Jack just nods with a hum. “I’m really tired now.”

“okay buddy, we’ll get out of your hair,” Aaron announces, moving towards the door. “Sweet dreams.”

Y/N brushes her hand over Jack's hair and makes sure it’s out of his face and she leans down to kiss his forehead. “Thank you for a wonderful night, buddy. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Is Dad going to be in your room?”

“No, why?” Y/N shakes her head, wondering why he’d ask that.

“If I have a bad dream, I need to know where he is… don’t most grown-ups in love sleep in the same bed?”

“Yeah, but we didn’t think you were ready to see us sleeping together in the mornings,” Aaron answers. “Would you be okay with it?”

Jack nods, eyelids getting heavier. “Yeah, it’s okay.”

“Okay then, that’s where you’ll find me if you need me. I love you, buddy,” Aaron says as he flicks out the light.

“Love you. Dad Love you, Y/N.”

She tries so hard not to cry again, “I love you too, Jack,” she whispers and heads out with Aaron.

They shut the door to his room once they’re out and she places her hand over his heart, “You have the sweetest son in the world.” She whispers.

“He was never this cute with Beth, I mean, he was nice to her and he invited her to have sleepovers in the tent we made in the living room but he never told her he loved her…”

“He’s the son of a profiler, I think he’s just good at reading people because I do love you, Aaron Hotchner, I love you so much,” she drapes her arms over his shoulders and smiles up at him.

He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her in close so their tummies touch, “I love you, too… Y/N Hotchner.”

Her brows raise at that, surprised, “really? I didn’t think you wanted to get married again?”

“I didn’t either,” he admits. “Come on, let’s go hang out before bed.”

“Once I go down the stairs I don’t know if I’ll have the energy to come back up,” she admits. “Can we hang out in my room?”

“Yeah, of course,” Aaron doesn’t mind as she pulls away, he simply runs his hands over her upper arms and smiles. “Anything you want from downstairs? I’m going to go lock up and make sure everything’s secure, maybe grab a water for myself.”

“Um, maybe a water and a ginger ale for if I get nauseous in the night and some crackers?”

“You got it, go get in bed and I’ll be right back up.”

She goes right to her room after that, she changes for bed and does her night routine in the bathroom. She’s midway through putting lotion on her belly and hips when she hears the alarm system turn on with its signature charm and then the sound of feet on the staircase. He puts everything on her night table and then peeks into the bathroom, standing in the doorway with a smile when he sees her shirt up, exposing her belly, as she rubs lotion over it.

“What?” She asks, “Never seen a pregnant lady try to avoid stretch marks before?”

“You’re just so beautiful,” he muses.

“Well, then, look all you want,” she teases.

He steps into the bathroom and makes his way to her, he places both his hands on her belly and he shakes his head in disbelief. He knees to the ground and places a kiss on her belly, “You know they can hear around 18 weeks? So I’ll get to talk to them in a few weeks.”

“I did know that,” she smiles down at him. “I’ve read all the books, you know? I had 8 years to prepare for this.”

He kisses her belly again and again, his hands wrap around to her lower back and one drops down to cup her ass, bringing her in closer to him. He hugs her that way, resting his cheek against her belly. “I can’t wait to talk to you, sweetheart.”

“You really think it’s a girl?”

He nods, “Yeah, I do. But even if I’m wrong, I’m just so excited to get to bond with them. When Haley was pregnant, I wasn’t home very often, I felt like I missed almost everything and then when Jack was born I did miss all the big moments. I wasn’t a good dad until she died and I had to be. I don’t want to do that this time.”

“I don’t think you were a bad dad, there are mothers who work and don’t see their kids often, too, you know? Do you consider JJ a bad mom because she missed Henry's first word and she wasn’t there when he walked for the first time? No. You don’t,” she points out. “You were working, and so was she. Working didn’t stop you from loving him with your whole heart, that right there, loving him, all of him, is the most important part of being a good parent.”

“God, I love you,” Aaron sighs, his shoulders drop and he looks up at her with the softest expression. “Thank you.”

“Come here,” she says, placing her hands under his armpits she helps pull him back up to his feet and then she wraps her arms around his middle and leans in for a kiss. She whispers against his lips, “Come to bed with me?”

“Always.”

—

When Jack wakes up in the morning he unplugs the Christmas lights and carefully opens his door so he doesn’t wake anyone up. He knows he has a tendency to wake up extra early, and he doesn’t have a clock in his new room so he has no way of knowing if it’s a good time to wake up or not. He simply goes to the bathroom, brushes his teeth and heads downstairs to look at the time.

It’s almost 7, his normal wake-up time for school, and his Dads normal wake-up time for work, so he doesn’t feel bad going back up the stairs and knocking on Y/N’s door.

“Come in,” Y/N answers from inside, so Jack opens it slowly.

“Hi,” he smiles once he’s inside.

“Good morning, buddy,” she smiles back, blinking into the morning light, slowly waking up. She’s on her side, cuddled into a pillow with Aaron cuddled up behind her, his arm slung around her and cupping her stomach. “Did you sleep okay?”

He nods as he makes his way over to the bed. “Yeah, did you?”

She nods and Aaron groans behind her, “What time is it?”

“Seven,” Jack answers. “I can go back to my room if—

“No, no, it’s fine,” Y/N stops him. “Do you want to climb in with us for a bit? We’re going to go out for breakfast later.”

She moves the pillow she was cuddling to the floor and lets Jack take its place. He snuggles right in and sighs as he relaxes. “Where?”

“At McGillicuddy’s,” Aaron answers. “You like the pancakes there, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s not a special day? We only go on special days?”

“Every day with you is special,” Y/N teases, she snuggles him in closer and kisses his cheek.

“Okay,” Jack laughs, a sweet pink blush on his cheeks.

Y/N lays on her side still, cuddled into Jack, as Hotch sits up and rests his hand on Y/Ns shoulder and then rests his chin on his hand. He tilts his head to the side and smiles, he hasn’t had a morning lay-in with his family in a long time. Jack hasn’t either. He smiles back at his dad, “Did you sleep okay?”

“We did,” Aaron answers for them both. “How were the lights?”

“Good, I didn’t get scared when I woke up to roll over,” Jack shares. “I really liked my new bed, too.”

“I’m glad,” Aaron says with a sigh, he’s still tired and Jack can tell. “Do you want to go get ready? There are some extra clothes in your overnight bag.”

“Not yet,” Jack snuggles in even closer to Y/N and holds onto the arm she has slung over his chest. “I want a few more minutes before everything changes.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N doesn’t understand. “Nothing's changing? We’re just going to get breakfast.”

“Okay,” Jack whispers. “It’s just… Dad took me to Disney World when him and Beth broke up, I know he takes me places when he has big news.”

“You took him to Disney world for that?” Y/N turns to him, she can’t believe she didn’t know that.

“Yeah, I thought he’d take the news better if he was having fun,” Aaron explains, he rubs his hand over his eyes and shakes his head, “I’m sorry, Jack, I don’t want you to equate bad news with your favourite places, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“So it really is just a trip to get pancakes?” Jack sits up and looks at them both. “You’re not breaking up?”

“No, we’re not, sweetheart, I promise,” Y/N assures him as she takes his hands in her own. “I love your dad, I’m never leaving him… we did want to tell you something though.”

“Y/N,” Aaron warns, he didn’t want to do it this way.

“Aaron, he’s scared, we have o tell him the truth,” she says as she sits up as well. She rests against the headboard and lets the blankets pool around her waist. She runs her hands over her shirt-covered tummy, “I’m pregnant, Jack.”

His eyes light right up, “really?” He goes to touch her belly but he doesn’t, he holds himself back. He doesn’t know if it would be weird or not.

She nods, “Yeah, I’m far enough along now that I know the baby is safe and healthy and hopefully, nothing bad can happen to it now, which is why I wanted to tell you. I didn’t want to get your hopes up if I lost it, but you’re going to have a sibling.”

“Are you okay with this, buddy?” Aaron asks, overanalyzing his facial expressions.

Jack starts to cry a bit as he nods, “I’m going to be a brother?”

“Yeah…” Y/N wants to cry too, so she rubs his arm. “It’s okay, Jack, you can be emotional.”

He covers his face as he cries, “I’m so happy, I promise!”

Y/N pulls him into a hug, crying now as well, “I’m so happy you’re happy, Jack, I’ve wanted to tell you for so long now. It was so hard keeping it a secret.”

He hugs her so tight, he rests his cheek on her shoulder and reaches out for his dad to pull him into the hug as well. So Aaron wraps his arm around them and presses his cheek to Jack's head. When he pulls back, so does Jack, he wipes his tears and smiles with all his teeth, “Do you know what it is?”

Y/N shakes her head, “Not yet, we find out next weekend. You can come with us if you want?”

“I want to,” he agrees. “Are we still going to get pancakes?”

Y/N and Aaron laugh, “Yeah buddy, we can,” Aaron agrees. “Do you want to go get ready now?”

He nods and bounces on the bed a bit before moving to hop off. As soon as his feet hit the floor he runs out the door and down the hall to his own room. He’s quick to change and then he has to wait. Y/N takes a bit longer than he and his dad to get ready, she wants to look pretty and he understands that, but he already thinks she’s the prettiest girl in the world.

He even tells his dad that.

“I know, I tell her all the time,” Aaron says with a blushy smile. “I’m really proud of you, you know that, right? You’ve been so kind and accepting of our relationship and Y/N’s always wanted a baby, so you being happy with her dream coming true means a lot to her.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.”

Aaron just nods, “she was married before too, but her ex-husband wasn’t a nice guy and made her feel bad for wanting a baby so bad—

“Did he not want kids?”

“No, and he lied to her. You know how babies are made, you said so yourself… well, he had a surgery done to stop him from being able to get anyone pregnant and never told her so she thought she didn’t have any good eggs, he made her feel really sad all the time. All I want is to make her happy, and that means making sure you have a good relationship with her too because we’re going to be one big family in 6 months,” Aaron explains it all to the best of his ability.

“Oh,” Jack sits back, sad for her. “That was mean of him.”

“He was really mean.”

“That makes me sad… Y/N is so nice, she didn’t deserve that,” Jack says. It’s really mature of him, he feels really bad for her.

“I know, but she’s really happy now with us,” Aaron assures. He places his hand on Jacks shoulder and smiles. “I promised to always make her happy, I’m glad you want to, too.”

And he does. He wants to make her the happiest and he thinks he knows how.

At the restaurant, they all order pancakes and a few sides, and as soon as the waitress walks away, Jack stands up. “I have to pee.”

“you know where the bathroom is?” Aaron asks, making sure he’s okay to go alone.

He nods, “I’ll be back.”

He walks towards the bathroom, which is right beside the kitchen, and out of view from their table. He stands in the doorway and waves his waitress over. “Excuse me?”

“Did you forget to order something?”

He shakes his head, “My stepmom is having a baby, can you write ‘congratulations mom’ on her pancakes with chocolate syrup like they wrote happy birthday for my birthday last year?”

She swoons, “of course, we can! That’s so sweet of you to ask, she’s going to love it.”

Jack thanks her and does head to the bathroom after, just to make sure they believed where he went. When he comes back, they carry on a conversation like normal, they ask Jack about school and he asks about work and when he’ll get to see Derek and Spencer again, he loves his uncles a lot. He has a playdate with Henry this week, so they’ll get to bond over being big brothers together and Jacks is so overjoyed with the news. He thought he’d have to just watch Henry get a brother and not get to know what it’s like, but now he will. Secretly, he hopes it's a boy, but if he got a sister he’d be okay with that too. He’d love her just as much.

“Okay, I have pancakes and bacon for Dad,” the waitress says as she places a plate in front of Aaron. “Pancakes with extra syrup on the side for the little guy… and I’ll be back with yours.”

“Okay,” Y/N smiles at her, she doesn’t mind waiting.

It takes all of 2 minutes for her to return, the waitress smiles so big the whole room shines. “Here you go, Mom,” she says as she places the plate in front of her.

Y/N’s jaw drops, “how did— Jack?” She knew it was him by the way he giggles and rubs his hands together. “Did you ask them to do this?”

He nods, “it’s a special breakfast, you said so yourself.”

Aaron looks over at her plate and reads the “congrats mom” written on the top pancake. Even he swoons.

“Jack, thank you,” Y/N says, she gets up and hugs him in the middle of the restaurant.

“You’re welcome,” he says with his face pressed to her tummy from their height difference. “I’m really happy for you and my dad, I always wanted a brother or sister… and secretly,” he whispers to her and she moves down so he can speak just to her. He cups his hand over her ear, “I wanted a step mom after my mom died.”

She hugs him again, even tighter. “I love you, Jack, I really mean it.”

“I love you, too.”

—

She brings a box of donuts into the office on Monday morning, the team watches with wide eyes as she sets the pink box down on the conference table, ready to attack like Vultures. “I know you guys already guessed and probably have a bet going, but, I wanted to tell you all… I’m pregnant too!”

“Ah!” They all shout as they stand up to congratulate her, they surround her with hugs and questions and happiness.

“Two BAU babies in one year, what am I going to do?” Penelope teases. “Should we do a combined shower?”

“Y/N gets the shower,” JJ insists. “This is my second baby, I already have everything I need from the last time, we should celebrate her.”

“Okay, so a shower and a sprinkle,” Penelope compromises.

“I’d love that, thank you, Penny,” Y/N smiles at her and then turns to look out the window to see her boyfriend talking to Anderson in the bullpen. “I’m not sure what’s going on, but Aaron will be up in a minute, he’s got some news for you too.”

“Here,” Spencer rushes over to help Y/N get into a seat. “You don’t need to be standing anymore.”

“Thanks,” she loves being pampered like this. “I’m still going to come out with you guys for a few more weeks, I’ll be moving to official desk duty at 20, maybe 25 weeks.”

“I’m not sitting out till my water breaks,” JJ teases. “And if this is anything like the first time, it’ll probably happen around 37 weeks.”

“He’s your second boy though, he might be a bit lazier,” Y/N says, she’s read all the books, and she’s talked to all the moms. Second boys typically stay in longer than usual.

“Do you know what you’re having yet?” Derek asks, he’s known the longest so this isn’t really a shock to him.

She shakes her head. “We find out on Saturday, but we think she’s a girl,” she runs her hand over her belly with a smile. “Jack wants a brother to be like Henry but he said he’ll still be happy with a sister, too.”

“How's that going to work? You and Aaron making a family while he has Jack and their own apartment?” Spencer asks, always wondering about the logistics.

She shrugs, “I think he’s planning to move Jack and himself in with me but we haven’t talked about it… I’d be fine with it, I’m just worried we’re moving too fast and Jack's going to have a hard time with it all. I mean, I’m not his mom, I can’t replace her and I don’t want to, but the kid is so darn cute and I love him to bits. Playing happy family with him would be easy.”

“Have you talked to him?” Derek asks.

She nods, “We wanted to take him out for pancakes yesterday and he thought because Aaron only takes him there for big news, that we were breaking up. So we had to tell him before we left and he’s happy, so, so happy he cried… and then he got the waitress to put ‘congrats mom’ on my pancakes. He has a room at my place now, too, and we’re going to go shopping after the ultrasound this weekend. He’s really happy with all this, I’m just scared it won’t last.”

“He is a sweet kid,” JJ agrees. “I can have Will talk to him when he comes over this week? See how he really feels about all this?”

“Yeah, that would be good,” Y/N nods.

“Can I say something?” Spencer interjects. He waits for a nod and then continues. “If someone loved my mom the way you love Aaron and they entered my life when I was 10, right after my dad left, and loved me and cared for me and made a conscious effort to make sure I felt safe and included… it would’ve made a world of difference for me. Having just 1 parent who isn’t around very much is difficult, but you’re making that hurt a bit less for him. When he says he loves you, he means it. Believe me.”

“Oh spence,” her heart breaks for him. “I had no idea?”

He shrugs, “newer members wouldn’t… but it’s okay, I have my family here, my childhood just pushed me to get here.”

Derek reaches over and rubs Spencer's arm, “and we love ya, kid.”

Spencer just nods, he bites his lip as if there’s more and he doesn’t know what to do and then it all pours out of him. “I uh… I don’t want to make this about me, please don’t—

“It’s okay, Spence,” Y/N sits up a bit straighter and stares at him with a comforting look, “We’re here for you, whatever it is.”

“My mom's doctor called me and he thinks she might be exhibiting signs of Alzheimer's and they don’t know what to do for her because they’re not a nursing home, they’re a sanatarium,” he explains with teary eyes. “I really don’t know what to do, either.”

“Bring her out here, we can get her into a facility closer to you and Will and I can help out,” JJ offers. “The boys can call her grandma, we can visit when I’m on maternity leave and you’re on a case, we can take care of her.”

“And we’ll bring Jack and the baby around too,” Y/N adds. “I’ll be off for the whole year after, maybe longer. I would love to go check on her for you.”

“We could even reach out to Dave and see if we can borrow his plane cause she doesn’t like to fly,” Penelope is already in planning mode. “We can make it as easy as possible for her.”

“You guys would really do that for her?” Spencer asks, so close to really crying.

“Of course, we would,” Derek says, still rubbing his arm to comfort him.

Aaron walks into the room then, “What’s happening?”

Spencer panics, suddenly feeling bad for sharing his personal life on company time like this is a bad thing. Y/N can see it on her face so she jumps in, “We’re just sharing some personal stuff… I can catch you up later, honey.”

“Okay…” Aaron takes a seat at the table, hesitantly. “But everything’s fine?”

They all nod, “congrats by the way,” Derek throws in.

“Oh, thanks,” Aaron starts to smile, overjoyed that everyone knew now. “As you all know, I didn’t really take time off with Jack, so I will be taking 6 months of paternity leave starting mid-September, and my replacement will be Derek. We still need to figure out who will bump up into Derek's space for the time I’m away, but we have lots of time for that.”

“I would do it, but,” JJ points down at her bump and shrugs.

“I have reached out to Emily,” Aaron adds. “She’s thinking about it, but if she says no, Spencer I would love—

“I can’t,” Spencer immediately cuts him off. “I have too much on my plate right now, I wouldn’t be the best choice.”

“Okay, well, maybe one of our new members would be willing to step up,” Hotch slides that in. The rest of them don’t even know who’s joining the team yet.

“Do we know them?” JJ asks.

He nods, “Dr. Tara Lewis is going to start next month. She’s a forensic psychologist who’s spent the last 4 years interviewing psychopathic criminals to ensure they’re fit for trial, she has a lot of insight on the criminals we’ve caught and she’ll be very handy going forward. However, the reason I’m so late is because I was telling the new guy where to put his things.”

“He’s starting today?” Y/N lights up. “Oh, you guys are going to love him. His name is Luke Alvez, he’s from the fugitive task force and he has a cute German Shepard he got when he came home from Iraq and he’s just amazing.”

“Wow, that’s high praise coming for you,” Derek teases.

“Oh hush,” she pushes back. “Aarons the first real man I’ve ever been into, I’m not normally one for the manly, in charge, leader types—

“Okay,” Aaron reaches over to hold her hand and make her stop, he’s getting a bit blushy. “Before we all get written up, the new guy is coming up in a second and we do have a case to get to.”

“That we do,” Penelope stands up with the remote in her hands. “The wheel has been spun and your destination is sunny southern California.”

—

This case is a slow one. 3 bodies over 6 months caused the case to pass by his desk and be on his radar, however, the 4th body was found only 2 weeks after the 3rd and now they’re officially on the case… but they still don’t have enough information. Knowing the timeline, a 5th body should drop within the week with a slue of new evidence for them to look over live and in person. Until then, they all head back to their hotel rooms for some much-needed rest and alone time.

Aaron leads her from the elevator to their room, he’s carrying both bags while she opens the door and lets them inside. He places the bags on the floor by the dresser with a sigh. “I am exhausted.”

“Me too,” she agrees with a matching sigh. She places her hands on her hips and sticks her belly out, trying to stretch her back which hurts more and more as their baby grows.

“Do you want to hop in the shower with me and then we can go to bed?” Aaron asks.

She nods and makes her way to the bathroom, she turns on the shower and immediately starts to undress. Aaron watches her with a delicate yes, unbuttoning each button on his dress shirt as slowly as possible so he can appreciate her as she gets naked.

“You coming?” She asks as she steps into the shower, wondering why he’s taking so long to strip.

“Mhm,” he nods, “am I not allowed to admire you?”

She gives him a knowing look, dipping her head and looking at him through her lashes, “I thought you were tired?”

“Last time I was tired after a shower, I got you pregnant,” he reminds her.

She just laughs, “We haven’t had much time to fuck since I got pregnant, have we?”

He strips out of his shirt and pushes his pants to the ground, “not really, but I don’t mind.”

“I do,” she whines. “There’s nothing I want more than to spend all my time with you in our bed, making up for lost time and appreciating what little we have left before we have a baby… but I feel weird doing it with Jack in the house.”

“He’s a heavy sleeper and he knocks before entering,” Aaron assures her.

“Still feels weird.”

Aaron doesn’t fight her, he just gets into the shower with her and watches her relax under the water. They wash off the day with complimentary body wash and share little conversations about their co-workers and even the case. They share sweet glances and soft touches and they don’t want to get out even though they know they should. She just wraps her arms around him and rests her cheek on his chest as the water cascades down her body and his strong hands hold her close.

Out of the shower, Aaron brings her all of her lotions and creams and he sets her pjs down on the bed to wait for her. He changes into fresh boxers, he checks his phone and hops into their single queen size bed all alone and awaiting her return to his side. When she does return, she smells good and she’s soft and she doesn’t change into her pjs… she stands at the foot of the bed and drops her towel, naked and on show just for him.

“I think that shower just woke me up, if anything.”

He smirks, throwing the blankets back, he beckons her closer. “Come on then,” he says, sitting up a bit so he can push his boxers off his hips and slip them down his legs.

She climbs onto the bed, crawling on her knees towards him, she helps him remove his boxers and toss them to the floor before she takes a seat in his lap. His hands soothe over her thighs, up to her hips and then her pretty little bump. He smirks, keeping his dirty comments to himself.

The head of his cock brushed her clit as she ground down on him, his hands found her hips once more as he instinctively helped her find a rhythm. He could feel how wet she was, helping her glide over him so easily, her breath hitched every time her hips bucked, she was enjoying herself just like this. It made him even more excited. She leaned in then, kissing his neck as she continued to grind down on him.

“I need you,” he gasped.

She smiled against his skin, lifting her hips enough for him to line up with her before she started to sink down on him. “Fuck,” she gasped as she sat down fully, her hands resting on Aaron's shoulders as she tried to get used to it all. Lifting herself up and grinding down little by little to get the rhythm going again.

Aaron held close as he scoots down the bed a bit, he lays back against the pillows while she stays sitting up. She rests her hands on his chest now, using him for leverage to ride him. He grips her ass, helping her rut against him but it’s hard. She really is tired and riding him takes a lot of effort with a basketball-sized bump between them. She leans in to kiss him on the lips, holding his face with one of her hands. Aaron's hands encapsulate her back, his big strong hands hold her closer

“Fuck,” he groaned, bending his knees, he pile drives up into her over and over.

She’s been a lot more sensitive since getting pregnant, the simplest, lightest touch to her clit could get her off. Each and every time their bodies connect, his groin slams against her swollen clit, exciting her more and more.

“I’m so close,” she whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek and resting her open mouth against his. They weren’t kissing, they were panting over each other with their foreheads resting together. “Aaron,” she whines, a bit louder than she expected to be.

Euphoria fills the empty spaces between them as she came, gasping and shaking over him. He’s right there behind her, sucked in deeper than before, she tightens around him and his hips sputter as he finishes deep inside her. She collapses against him only moments before she lifts her hips and rolls off of him and onto her side of the bed. Still breathing heavily, she covers her face with her arm and melts into the bed. “Holy fuck…”

Aaron laughs as he turns to his side and cuddles into her, his head on her shoulder and hand on her stomach. “Feel better?” He teases.

She nods, breathing steadying out. “Too tired to change now.”

“You gotta pee, too,” he reminds her and sits up. “Come on, the quicker we do this, the quicker we can go to bed.”

She sighs as she sits up, but she knows he’s right. He helps her back to her feet and he changes while she goes to the bathroom. When she comes back, he hands her her underwear to put on and helps her into a shirt, they fluff their pillows and get under the covers together and go right back to cuddling.

Aaron has an alarm set for tomorrow morning and the lights turn off. It’s quiet as they lay there, holding one another. “I love you,” Aaron reminds her.

“I love you, too,” she replies, smiling to herself.

He can sense she wants to keep talking until they fall asleep, she usually does. It’s something he loves about falling asleep beside her, she tells him anything and everything on her mind and it’s always sweet.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks.

“Baby names… after Saturday we’ll know who they are and we’ll have to start to really think about a name that suits them,” she explains. “You remember back when the divorce went through and we were talking about names you liked when you thought Jack was going to be a girl?”

He hums, “like it was yesterday.”

“I keep thinking about Juliet and how you said you like it… but I like it with e-t-t-e on the end, Juliette Hotchner.”

“Oh,” Aaron's heart flutters. It sounds perfect for his little girl… if he ever gets his dream of having one. A tear bubbles in his eyes, “yeah. Yeah, it sounds perfect.”

She places his hand over his, cupping her belly, and she grips it tight. He snuggles in even closer, he kisses her shoulder and lets the tears fall down. “I love you and our family.”

“We love you even more.”

—

The case ends mid-day on Friday, but by the time the plane is ready and they’re taking off, Jack is already going to bed back in D.C. with Haley’s sister, Jessica, watching over him. They land around 9pm EST and go right to Y/N’s house to sleep. Aaron texted Jess around 10, telling her that he’d be over in the morning.

When they show up Saturday morning, Jess is standing in the doorway of Aaron's apartment with a smile. “I have a proposition for you…”

“Okay?” Aaron is a bit hesitant.

“My girlfriend is getting into photography again and she’s trying to set up her portfolio, would you guys like some free maternity photos?”

Y/N's eyes light up, she doesn’t know if Jess means girlfriend like a Girlfriend or like how some women call all their friends girl-friends… either way, she’s excited. “I’d love that!”

“She’s really nice, you’ll like her,” Jack adds, apparently he’s already met her.

“Oh,” Aarons just as shocked about it. “When did you meet her?”

“On Tuesday,” Jess admits. “We already had dinner plans so she brought some takeout over and we all ate here, I hope that’s okay?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s fine. I’m happy you have someone, Jess,” Aaron admits, he’d never say it but he had his suspicions the longer she went without ever having a boyfriend.

She smiles even more, “Thanks, Aaron… uh, her name is Mel, by the way, she heard Jack talking about you being pregnant and she really wanted to do a shoot for you whenever you’re free.”

“I mean if tomorrow is too soon—

“Tomorrow could work, I can ask her?” Jess jumps in before Y/N even finishes her suggestion.

Y/N reaches out for Jess’ hand and pulls her close, she hugs her, “I’m so glad you’re okay with all of this.”

Jess holds her close, resting her chin on her shoulder. “Haley would’ve liked you, you know,” she whispers.

“Don’t make me cry,” Y/N tries to laugh it off, it’s weird to think how much different all this would be if she was still alive. “I’m going to do enough crying this afternoon.”

“You find out the gender today, right?” Jess asks as she pulls back.

Y/N nods, “I’m so excited to know, then we can move on to naming them.”

“Them?”

“Oh, no, it’s just one, I just find calling them ‘it’ is weird and calling them she when we don’t even know is making me feel bad cause what if I get attached to them being a girl and then they’re not? You know?”

“Oh, okay I thought you were having twins I was like… how are you going to do that with Aaron being gone all the time?”

“I’m taking 6 months paternity leave,” Aaron says and he doesn’t look too happy about the way Jess said that. “I’m still sorry I wasn’t always there for Jack, but they don’t need me as much as they did back then. I had 4 new members, and we were getting the team off the ground again. I can leave easier this time.”

“What do you mean, Dad?” Jack asks, not ever thinking anything was wrong about his childhood.

“I’m sorry,” Jess slips in first. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Aaron sighs and he ruffles Jack's hair, “I worked a lot when you were a baby.”

“But you saved people, that’s worth it,” Jack understands.

“He did,” Jess agrees too, even though he couldn’t save the one person that meant the most to all of them.

“Okay,” Y/N cuts into the tension with a knife. “Jack, are you ready to go? I was thinking we could go shopping before the appointment instead, okay?”

He nods, “I have to grab my backpack.”

“Where are you guys going to go?” Jess asks as she grabs her purse, she’s going to leave now too.

“Ikea,” Y/N enthuses. “We’re going to get a lot of stuff, so hopefully it all fits in the SUV.”

“If not, their delivery options aren’t too bad,” Jess eases her mind. “And I’m free most of the time so if it delivers while you’re gone I can be there for you.”

“Thank you,” Y/N really appreciates it.

“Okay, I’m ready!” Jack cheers as he comes running back.

They all take the elevator down to the parking lot, they say goodbye to Jess and Aaron helps Jack into the back of the SUV. “Have you been thinking about your new room, bud?” Aaron asks.

He nods, “Can we do a superhero theme?”

“Absolutely,” Y/N’s actually excited about that. “Are we thinking Batman and Superman or Iron Man and Captain America?”

“The X-men…”

“Oh,” she’s surprised by that. “That sounds cool, we can get some Wolverine sheets and some artwork of the beast and Professor X? Maybe even something for Mystique, she’s my favourite.”

Jack’s smile lights up his whole face, he can’t believe she knows this much about the X-Men, it’s impressive. So much so, that he feels comfortable completely geeking out with her on the drive to Ikea. He talks nonstop about his favourite comics, the characters and their plots, explaining to her just how cool he thinks Jean Grey is and how he can’t wait to see them make a movie about her one day. What Jack doesn’t know is that while they’re talking, Y/N is searching the internet on her phone for some cool posters about the characters he says he loves so his room can be fully decorated to reflect his passions.

When they arrive, Jack is so full of energy he takes Y/N’s hand and he drags her into the store, raving on about what colours he wants his sheets to be and how happy he is to have a room he can decorate again.

“I even asked Derek if we can paint the walls and do wallpaper and he said we can do what ever we want in there,” Y/N explains, “we can fully redecorate it together.”

“That’s because it’s not Dereks house anymore,” Aaron throws in, making them both turn to him with shocked expressions.

“What?” Y/N asks, not knowing anything about this.

“I bought it… I wanted our family to have a place to grow and be happy altogether and it’s perfect for us, there’s room for Jack to have his own room, the baby has a room and there’s a 4th room for if we ever have more, it’s perfect for us so now it’s ours. The papers are all ready, we just have to sign them on Monday.”

“Oh my god!” Y/N cheers a bit too loudly for being in the store. “Aaron?”

“When do we move in?” Jack asks, getting right to the important stuff.

Aaron laughs as he wraps his arm around Y/N and pulls them both into a hug. “You two get along so famously I couldn’t keep us separate anymore.”

“I love you,” she rushes out. She can’t find any other words that fit the situation, she just loves him and how much he thinks about their family.

—

With 40 minutes to get to their appointment, they finally check out with more things than they expected to buy. They got night lights, bed sheets, burp cloths, swaddle blankets, stuffed toys, a crib and baby mattress, mattress protectors, room decor and trinkets, shelves, a changing table and even ordered a rocking chair to be delivered sometime next week… they not only found everything for Jack but the baby’s room as well.

The baby they’re about to know a little bit more about in a few minutes.

They say hi to Savannah in the ER and then make their way up to the Obstetrics floor. They have a short sit in the waiting room and then they’re ushered into a little room with ultrasound equipment. Jack and Aaron sit side by side in two chairs while Y/N’s on the exam table, her shirt up over her belly and pants unbuckled with a piece of absorbent towel tucked into them to catch the excess jelly. And they wait.

“Have you ever seen an ultrasound before, Jack?” Y/N asks.

He shakes his head, “No… does it hurt?”

She laughs lightly, “No, buddy, it doesn’t hurt. They use sound waves to see through skin and tissue and observe the baby inside the amniotic fluid.”

“Cool!” Jack nods, sitting up in his seat and wiggling excitedly.

“Knock knock,” Dr. Connors says as she opens the door. “Oh my, we have a full house today.”

“Jack, this is our doctor, Sam Connors,” Aaron introduces her. “Sam, this is my son, Jack.”

“Hi,” he waves to her.

“Welcome, welcome,” she smiles at him. “Are you guys ready to know the gender or are we keeping it a secret?”

“We’re ready,” Y/N’s quick to answer. She’s giddy with excitement. “You can tell us when you know, we’re not doing a party or anything so you don’t have to write it down like some couples ask you to.”

“Oh, good that makes this easier for me,” Dr. Conners lets out a sigh of relief. “Its so hard not to slip up and say the right pronoun after I see what’s goin’ on.”

“We’re ready,” Y/N says with an unbreakable smile. “So, so ready.”

“And I have to remind you that because this is the 12 weeks can the gender can be hard to tell, we can do blood testing to double check but if they’re in the right position I can probably tell,” she adds.

“That’s okay, I know sometimes people wait 'till 20 weeks but if you can tell now, I want to know now,” Y/N adds.

Dr. Connors is quick to squeeze some warmed jelly onto her belly, she grabs the wand and starts to search for their ever-growing little one. She mumbles to herself, “There you are,” as the baby pops up on the screen. “I’m just going to go through and take some measurements and mark the important things and then I’ll turn to you, okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Y/N nods.

Holding Aaron's hand as he sits beside her, she squeezes him for reassurance. And he squeezes back 3 times. A silent “I love you” just for them to know about.

Time tends to stand still in moments like these. The week of waiting blew by, she can’t believe that this time last week she was putting a bunk bed in jacks room, nervous as hell to tell him about the baby and now they’re all in a room waiting to see said baby. Jack's giddy, she’s overjoyed and Aaron… Aaron glows. His eyes gleam, and his smile is small but it packs a punch with all the emotions he’s trying so hard to conceal. he’s the strong stoic type on the outside, but inside he is a proud father, a loving life partner and the most gentle, beautiful, wonderful man she’s ever known in her whole life.

There was a time when she only looked at him like her boss. Her hot boss, but her superior nonetheless. Somewhere between realizing the team was her new family and getting to know him as a lifeline and not a leader, she fell in love with him. It was seamless, too. The way she fell out of love with Peter and into love with Aaron, her heart ebbed and flowed with the emotions and the hurt wasn’t too bad because she had him… she doesn’t know pain because Aaron hasn’t left her, and my god, she hopes he never does.

“Okay,” Sam announces, ripping Y/N from her thoughts. She turns the screen to them and flicks through the screenshots she has taken with labels on everything. “Everything looks good, we’re measuring at 3.6 millimetres, which is just point 1 more than the average ‘normal’ length. Their heart and brain are looking good. On your last blood test, all the screenings came back negative and I’m not seeing any abnormalities or defects, either.”

Jack's now standing beside her on the table, he wants to be as close as possible to see the baby. “It doesn’t look like a baby,” he exclaims.

“It’s hard to see but here,” Sam flicks back to the live screen and moves the wand so the baby is in a better position. “This is the head, this is their spine, you can see their little arms and legs here… it’s super tiny, about the size of a plum, or a crab apple. You could hold it in just one hand, that’s how tiny a baby is at 12 weeks.”

“Oh,” Jacks a bit taken aback by that. “how many more weeks are left?”

“28,” Y/N is quick to reply, she’s been counting down since week 1.

“Wow,” he breathes out, his shoulders dropping and all the tension leaves his body. “Do you know if it's a girl or a boy yet?”

Sam nods, “I do… do you want to come over and read the screen for me?”

He nods and walks over to her on the other side of the table, Sam turns the screen to him and flicks back to one of the screenshots with the gender labelled. “You see right there, what does it say?”

Jack gasps and tears bubble in his eyes, and for a split second, Y/N’s heart drops. She’s sure he’s about to read that it’s a boy. He wanted a brother. She had it wrong in her mind this whole time… and then he says it.

“Female… I’m having a sister.”

Y/N cries out a happy sob, she clutches her eyes shut and covers her face with her free hand. She can’t believe it. She’s going to have a little girl, a tiny mini-me… or maybe a headstrong, confident little girl who mirrors her dad. Either way, she’s beyond happy.

Aaron rubs her arm, also crying, “Happy tears?”

At first, all she can do is nod as she calms down. “I can’t believe we were right,” she says through the tears. “Oh my god!”

“Congrats, guys,” Sam swoons. She’s overjoyed by this reaction, “I’m going to print out a bunch of pictures for you—

“Can I have one?” Jack asks, cutting her off.

“Of course,” Sam doesn’t mind. She prints out a long strand of photos from every angle, some with descriptions and some without. And she prints out another single sheet of the best photo just for Jack.

Dr. Connors cleans up her belly, goes over a few more things and they schedule another appointment for 20 weeks. She has Sam’s number if they need to contact her before then, but after that, they’re good to go home.

Aaron texts Jess the good news while Y/N is readjusting her pants and giving her belly an extra wipe down before she lowers her shirt, the jelly is so sticky after it dries she still doesn’t feel totally clean but it’s the best she can do right now.

Jess has talked to Mel and she is free tomorrow so they’re going to be able to take lots of early maternity photos and they have enough ultrasound pics to include in the shoot. Y/N's mind is racing the whole way back to the car about what she wants to do, what she’ll wear, where they’ll take them… she’s never gotten this far before. She never thought she would.

“Hey, Aaron,” she asks quietly in the car.

“Hm?” He hums, keeping his eyes on the road but one hand comes off the steering wheel to hold hers over the centre console.

“Would you be okay with me posting some of the photos on my Facebook? I haven’t even told my parents yet and I kinda want to just announce to everyone at the same time…”

“Yeah, that would be okay with me,” He doesn’t mind at all.

“Okay good, I know you don’t have an account and Jess and JJ aren’t allowed to post Jack but, I just want to post something about this,” she explains.

It's actually something she admires about him, the way he keeps Jack safe from the creeps of the world. It's so easy for people to see his name on the news when he does press conferences and google him that he worries someone could find out about Jack and snatch him up as revenge or just because they could… they’ve seen way too much at work to not be helicopter parents.

“I won’t post her face or anything when she’s born and Penelope helped me with my safety features when I first joined the team, so we’ll be safe… I just always dreamed about posting a bump photo and telling everyone about my baby one day.”

“I trust your judgement, sweetheart,” he says, caressing her hand with his thumb. “She’s not just my baby, you can set boundaries for her too.”

“I know… sometimes I forget you’re not like him,” she whispers.

“Like who?” Jack asks, cause of course he was listening in.

“Uh…” she looks to Aaron for some support, she has no idea what’s appropriate to tell him and what isn’t.

“Remember I told you she had a mean ex-husband?” Aaron asks, looking at Jack through the rearview.

He nods. “Yeah…”

“His name was Peter and he was a bit of a control freak, he’s like one of those mean kids at school who make you follow all the rules to a game and will stop the game to tell you where you went wrong or kick you out of the group,” she simplifies it for him.

“The worst,” Jack says and rolls his eyes. “I’m happy you picked my dad instead.”

“I didn’t really pick him,” she admits, turning back to look at him with a smile. “Falling in love isn’t that simple, it kinda just happens.”

Jack smiles back. “like fate?”

She nods, trying not to cry because that’s the most sweetest and perfect way to put it. “Exactly.”

This is where she was always meant to be.

—

One thing she forgot to do in the midst of the divorce and moving on, was delete Peter's family from her Facebook friends. She barely uses the site, so of course it slipped her mind until it was too late.

She posts 1 picture from their maternity shoot, her belly under lace with the sun setting in the background. It’s beautiful. She adores the photo so it’s the one she picked to share, alongside some ultrasound photos, a single pink rose and the caption “baby girl Hotchner coming this September”

She couldn’t believe she got to this point, sharing that she’s pregnant with her family and friends, having a big belly or this tremendous burst of love that courses through her veins as she reads all the comments of congratulations.

And then she see’s it.

Peter's mother commented.

“I always knew you’d be beautiful pregnant. So happy to hear your dreams are coming true, dear. Congratulations to you and your new family.”

It’s nicer than she expected. She knew that Peter’s mom was a sweetheart, but she also knew that he was her only baby and she sometimes took that a little too far… she was the type of boy mom that Y/N never wanted to become.

She simply replies, “Thank you so much, Jane<;3”

She doesn’t get a comment back, instead she gets a private message. “I was sad to know you broke up but after hearing why, I’m so, so sorry for what Peter did to you. He never even told me he had the vasectomy.

I would love to send you some things I made during the first few years of your marriage to my son, I always wanted a grandchild, but now that I know I’ll never have one I’d still love for your baby to have a homemade blanket from me. You’re going to be a wonderful mom.”

Her heart breaks for Jane. She would’ve been a good grandma, Mimi is actually what she wanted to be called. There were so many conversations they had about names and birth plans and nurseries… and Peter kept his mouth shut during all of them. He broke both of their hearts.

So she types back, “My friends at work are throwing me a baby shower in August, you’re more than welcome to come.”

It takes a few hours but Jane finally responds a little after 11. Y/N and Aaron are just about to go to sleep. He’s in the bathroom, she’s in bed on her phone about to set an alarm and turn it off. But she opens the message anyway.

“You know where to send the invitation. I’ll see what I can do. And don’t worry, I won’t bring Pete. We’re not really speaking at the moment. I’ll always love you as a daughter, Y/N. I’m so glad we’re still able to talk.”

She never would’ve thought an olive branch would grow out of the hostile ground of her divorce, yet here she is. Reaching out to a woman she was once related to, with things they can now relate to.

Horrible ex-husbands.

“What are you smiling at over there?” Aaron asks as he comes back into the room, in nothing but his boxers.

She looks up from her phone and sighs, smile only widening. “Life is so weird sometimes.”

Aaron makes his way to the bed, he kneels on the end and crawls up to her only to lay on his stomach between her legs and rest his head lightly on her belly. “Weird but beautiful.”

“Peter’s mom has been messaging me… she’s really happy for us and not talking to her son,” she shares.

He perks back up, “Really?”

She nods, “I’m not sure if she knows about the abuse but she knows about the vasectomy and she’s furious. She wants to send me all the blankets and things that she made when we started trying… so I invited her to the baby shower.”

“Luckily we’ll have a bunch of agents there to escort her if things get dicey…”

“I don’t think they will,” she says, locking her phone, she places it on her night table and runs her fingers through Aaron's hair. “But if it gives our baby 1 more grandma, I’m willing to hear her out.”

“You’re a good person,” Aaron compliments.

“You’re just rubbing off on me.”

His brows arch. “I mean, I’m not currently.”

She lightly swats his cheek, “you pig!”

He just laughs and snuggles back into her belly. “You love it.”

She just sighs and lays back, still running her fingers through his hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too… and you three, Jules,” he whispers to her belly and then kisses her bump gently.

“So we’re set on Juliette, like firmly? It’s happening?”

He just nods. “Yep, my baby Juliette. Jules, Julie, juju… I will be calling her all of those nicknames.”

She lets out a little giggle. Smiling to herself, he mind wanders to middle names. “I want to ask Jack for help with her middle name, do you think he’d like that?”

“He’d love to,” Aaron knows that. “Just look at all his other reactions, the boy is obsessed with getting to have a sister.”

“He’s going to be the best big brother.”

“You’re going to love him, Julie,” Aaron whispers to her bump. “You’re going to love everyone we know, you’re going to be so loved baby girl. So, so loved.”

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Dress (Part 3)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word Count: 6.9k 😦

Summary: after years of friendship and one night of passion, can Aaron and reader sort out their feelings for each other?

Warnings: SMUT! NSFW! Unprotected P in V sex, light choking, angst, canon typical violence, mentions of death, mentions of alcohol.

Author’s Note: these two idiots (affectionate) I love them 💜 (italicized portions indicate a flashback)

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Part 2

Slowly stirring awake hours after collapsing into bed with you, Aaron felt a moment of panic in his chest as he realized you weren’t by his side. He sat bolt upright in a cold sweat, finding you perched on the opposite edge of the bed with your back to him.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” he inquires, crawling across the bed to press closely to your side.

“It’s nothing really,” you reply half-heartedly, patting his knee. “Just another nightmare,” you lie. “Didn’t want to disturb you.”

Not convinced, but not wanting to press the issue, he relents. “I'm gonna run you a hot bath, okay?” He suggests, easing down from the bed to slip off the only clothing that remains; your strappy high heels. “It should help you relax.”

“Thank you Aaron,” you reply, stroking his thick hair with a weak smile.

Retreating to the master bath, he wonders what you’re really trying to hide. Something was off for sure, and he couldn’t bear to witness your pain, so he would do whatever it takes to get to the bottom of things.

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You were ruining things. You could feel it in your gut. You’d had the most amazing sex with your best friend and now things were irrevocably changed. You were in love with him, no doubt. But did he feel the same way, or was it just a fling?

You’d lied straight to his face and told him that it was just another nightmare, but his profiler’s intuition had seen straight through your charade; you felt it in your soul. Try as you might, you could not hide from him.

Do you pretend it never happened? Go back to being friends and slowly die inside? Could he really be in love with you, damage and all? The uncertainty was quickly eating you alive.

“Come here,” his deep voice slices through the fog as he scoops you up and carries you to the bath. Easily stepping over the side, he eases you both into the hot, bubbly water.

After a few moments, the hot water eases away the tension in your body and you lean back into his chest, your head on his broad shoulder; but the uncomfortable silence remains.

“I know there’s more going on than what you’re telling me,” he whispers, softly stroking the hair from your neck. “I just wish you trusted me enough to tell me what it is. We’re supposed to be best friends.”

The quiet pain in his tone sends silent tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Look,” he says, turning your face to him and gently wiping away tears with the pad of his thumb. “I didn’t mean to make you cry, I just can’t stand to see you hurt like this. If it’s something I’ve done, please tell me so I can try to fix it.”

“Oh Aaron,” you sigh, softly caressing his concerned face, “no, it’s not you. You’re so good to me. You’re perfect.”

“Can you please talk to me about it?” He begs, gripping your hands for dear life. “If you’re afraid because you think we messed things up, don’t be,” he reassures.

“Because I love you too.”

Face flushing, you stammer out, “Y-you heard that? I thought that was just in my head.”

“Yes I heard it,” he smiles, “and I feel the same way. I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time and I’ve been too blind and stupid to admit it.”

Eyes welling up with tears, you cup his jaw and whisper, “Oh Aaron, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that. Is this really happening? It just doesn’t seem real.”

“I’ll say it as many times as it takes to sink in,” he assures, smiling as he presses his lips to yours.

“I love you,” he sighs, his lips trailing down your neck.

“I love you,” he breathes, squeezing your hand before giving it the softest kiss.

“I love you.” his rich voice repeats as he squeezes you tightly, like he fears that you might disappear.

“Let’s celebrate,” he suggests, climbing out of the tub and heading for the bathroom door without so much as a towel.

“Where are you going?” you inquire, trying to stifle a giggle.

“It’s a surprise,” he replies with a mischievous grin. “I’ll be right back.” And with that he disappears from sight.

As you sink into the water, tears of joy and relief begin to flow. You never in your wildest dreams imagined this day would come. But it had. At long last, Aaron was yours.

The tears continue to stream as you thank your lucky stars, or God, or fate for finally bringing you together.

You barely even noticed when he showed back up at the door, still naked and holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

Upon seeing your tears, he immediately set everything on the counter and rushed over. Leaning over the side of the tub, he cradles your face in his hands.

“What’s wrong darling?” he asks with a concerned tone. “Is it something I did? Too much, too soon?”

“Absolutely not,” you reply with a sniffle, covering his hands with yours. “Things have never been more perfect than they are right now.”

“Do you need to talk, my love?”

Damn. He always sees straight through you.

“It seems like you have a lot on your mind,” he comments, softly caressing your cheek.

“Yeah,” you manage to choke out as the tears start fresh.

Offering a large, steady hand, he helps you out of the tub, taking a moment to dry both your bodies before scooping you up and carrying you to bed.

Reclining against the headboard, he settles you closely against him, your hips nestled between his thighs; legs tangled together. Your head rests on his bare chest, his right arm draped at your back. His massive left hand engulfs your right, which lies on his warm, scarred belly.

He allows the silence to stretch on for a few minutes, not wanting to rush you into anything before you’re ready. Finally, when he can bear the uncertainty no longer, he gives a soft nudge.

“What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours, huh?” he questions, tilting your chin up to his face. “Out with it.”

“I feel so dumb, Aaron. You’re going to think I’m really stupid,” you manage through a strangled sob.

“I will do no such thing,” he assures, temporarily moving his right hand to wipe away your tears. “I’m here for you and I want to know exactly what you’re feeling. You can always talk to me.”

“I don’t even know where to start,” you explain. “It’s such a long story.”

“I’m all ears,” he encourages.

At his wedding to Haley, Aaron had insisted that you, as his best friend, be included in the wedding party. As he was preparing, getting the finishing touches of his tuxedo settled, he sent one of the groomsmen to fetch you.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet, Hotchner,” you joke, laying your hand on his forearm. “I already got all dolled up for this.”

The sight of you all made up and standing in your floor length emerald bridesmaid’s dress made his heart flutter in his chest.

“You look beautiful, as always,” he replies, reaching out to softly grasp your hand. “I’m just a bundle of nerves,” he admits. “Excited, but nervous. You always make me feel better.”

His casual admission of your beauty and his need for you silently shattered your heart into a million pieces as he was about to marry someone else. Guilt slowly seeped in as you smiled and straightened his tie. You shouldn’t be jealous, you should be happy for your best friend.

“You have nothing to worry about, Aaron. You and Haley are perfect for each other. I’ll be right there for you.”

“Thanks, Y/N. For always being there for me. You’re the best,” he says, finally letting go of your hand. “I guess it’s about time to go.”

“Yeah,” you agree, giving him a tight hug and trying to fight back tears before running to take your place in line at the back of the church.

“You WERE stunning that day,” he breaks in, softly kissing the top of your head. “I meant that. It was probably wrong of me to say that on my wedding day, especially knowing now how you felt, but it was the truth.”

You begin to sniffle again and he rubs your back as you carry on.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, looking like a dream in his suit as you walked down the aisle. The wish that it was you walking to him and not Haley crept in again, along with a wave of guilt.

You could sense his eyes on you as well.

We’re just friends. Nothing more. It doesn’t mean anything. Just keep walking, and for the love of god, don’t cry in front of the whole church.

To your credit, you managed to hold it together long enough for the service before running to the nearest bathroom and breaking down completely.

The door creaked open suddenly, startling you and there she was. Haley. Looking infuriatingly gorgeous in her bridal gown.

Damn. Why did I have to let her see me cry? Get it together.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” She asks, holding out a tissue.

“I’m alright,” you smile weakly, blotting your eyes with the tissue. “I’m just so happy for you both,” you explain. “Weddings always make me cry.”

“Just making sure everything is alright.” She says. “I know Aaron would hate for you to miss the reception.”

“Thanks,” you reply. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The reception felt like torture, watching your best friend and the man of your dreams slip further from your reach. You offered soft, if weary, smiles at passers-by. For anyone that noticed or cared enough to ask if something was wrong, you offered the excuse that you had a headache and weren’t feeling well, but wanted to support your friend.

You were having a drink at the bar, trying to forget, or at least not think so much, when Aaron’s deep voice cut through the noise.

“May I have this dance?” he asked as a slow country song, We Danced, by Brad Paisley if you weren’t mistaken, began to play.

“I don’t think so, Aaron. I’m exhausted,” you decline.

“PLEASE?” He pleads, grabbing both your hands and fixing you with that piercing gaze of his.

“ALRIGHT, alright.” You relent, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor. He never was one to take no for an answer.

As the music played, he pulled you close to his chest, his arm draped around your waist.

You laid your head on his shoulder as the two of you swayed, and everyone else seemed to disappear.

Tears filled your eyes, spilling onto Aaron’s shoulder as the lyrics punched you right in the gut.

From that moment, there was never any doubt. I had found the one that I had always dreamed about.

“So that’s why you were crying,” Aaron cuts in. “Not because you were happy. I can’t believe I didn’t notice. I’m so sorry, my love.”

“You couldn’t have known, Aaron. I never said anything. Please don’t blame yourself or feel sorry for living a life that made you happy.”

“Anyway,” you continue, “after the wedding I was good for a while. I stopped thinking about you every second of every day and then I got a phone call from you.”

“Haley’s pregnant, Y/N!” I’m gonna be a dad! Can you believe that?”

“That’s amazing news, Aaron. I’m so happy for you both.”

And seeing you so excited, I was happy for you, genuinely happy, but deep down all I could think about was how I wished it was me instead.

Then when I came to the hospital to visit you and Haley asked me to be his godmother I knew it would hurt being so close, but I wanted to be there to support you.

Holding Jack the first time was one of the hardest things I ever did, but once I looked into his eyes, I fell in love with him immediately; because he was part of you.

“Oh baby,” his rich voice reverberates in his chest as he bear hugs you tightly. After a minute, you feel his grip loosen and as you look up, he plants a brief, soft kiss on your lips.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Tears begin to well up in your eyes again, and he urges you to continue whilst softly stroking them away.

“For a while it seemed like you were the perfect family. So happy,” you remark. “Then I got a call from Haley.”

“Hey Y/N! It’s Haley. Wanna come over for a girl’s night? Well, Jack will be here too, but I figured you wouldn’t mind that. I wanted to pick your brain about some stuff with Aaron. No one knows him better than you.”

You had agreed, of course. It was good seeing little Jack, but what had started out as a girl’s night and some advice had quickly devolved into a full-blown bitchfest about how pissed Haley was that Aaron was never home.

“It sucks doing everything by myself,” Haley rants. “I swear it’s like I’m a single mom sometimes. It seems like that damn job is all he cares about lately. Can’t even be bothered to make it home for a simple family photo.”

Every word from her mouth had torn like a knife straight to the heart. She didn’t understand him at all. He deserves better, but that’s not your place; so you just listened and nodded quietly until you could go.

A few months later, you got a call from Aaron.

“Hey Y/N,” his normally steady voice wavers, like he might be on the verge of tears. “I need to see you tonight after work. Can I come over to your place?”

“Of course you can, Aaron,” you reply without hesitation. “Is everything okay?”

“We’ll talk about it later, okay?” his voice cracks on the other end of the line. “I’ll see you tonight.”

What you saw when you had opened your front door that night had made your heart ache. His eyes were puffy and red from tears already and clutched in his hand was a manila envelope. Not good.

You ushered him inside, settling him on the couch next to you.

“What’s going on, Aaron?” You ask, gently taking his free hand. “I know something is wrong. Don’t hold it in. Please. Talk to me.”

And with that, the dam breaks and the usually strong and composed man breaks down into a fit of tears. Unsure what to do and not wanting to pry, you comfort him the best way you know how.

Pulling him close, you lay his head on your chest, tenderly stroking and caressing his back as he wordlessly weeps.

“Let it out,” you encourage, gingerly brushing his hair back from his tear-stained face. “Let it all out, I’m right here.”

A good while later, he drew in a deep, shaky breath as the tears finally gave way to exhaustion.

“Are you ready to talk about it now?” you question, tilting his face up to look at you. He gives a small nod of agreement. With a deep breath, he leans back far enough to look you in the eyes, but still close enough to grasp your forearm for support and glumly states,

“Haley filed for divorce.”

“Oh Aaron,” you breathed, pulling him back into your embrace. “I’m so sorry, honey,” you express, squeezing him tight.

“I guess loving my job makes me a shitty husband and father,” he laments.

“No,” you interrupt, turning his face to your deathly serious expression. “You stop that right now,” you demand. “You’re an excellent father. I’ve seen you with Jack. You love that boy more than life.”

“As for Haley,” you continue, “ I know you love her, but she doesn’t understand your passion. Your team needs you. Some people just can’t handle the demands of your job.”

“It’s late,” you comment, slowly rising from the sofa. “We should get some rest.”

“I’ll just crash here on the couch if you don’t mind,” he suggests.

“Absolutely not,” you insist. “I refuse to leave you alone with your feelings. You’re coming to bed with me, and that’s final.”

He offers no resistance as you take his hand and lead him down the hall. Once inside your bedroom, you settle him on the edge of your bed and help him get comfortable.

Sliding off his suit jacket, you place it on top of the chest at the foot of your bed. You loosen his silk tie, slipping it from around his neck and laying it on the nightstand.

“This really isn’t necessary,” he protests as you unbutton his dress shirt. “I’m a big boy. I can undress myself.”

“You’re exhausted, Aaron,” you persist, laying his shirt to the side and kneeling down to unlace his shoes. “You take care of everyone else. Would it kill you to let me take care of you for once?”

“No,” he relents as you slip off his socks. “It wouldn’t. Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Fall apart, apparently,” you reply jokingly, patting his knee before heading to the bathroom to get changed yourself.

“I’ll be right back,” you call out. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Upon your return, clad in an oversized tee and sleep shorts, you find Aaron in his boxers and undershirt, looking serene and already passed out under the covers.

You crawl into bed slowly, trying desperately not to disturb his slumber. Settling down next to him on your back, you freeze when he suddenly stirs.

Still half asleep, he nuzzled up partly on top of you, lying his head on your chest and his arm across your waist.

Still frozen in shock at the unexpected affection, you feel his breathing once again become slow and even. When you’re certain that he’s back asleep, you rest your left hand at the small of his back and relax; stroking his hair as you drift off to sleep.

You wake at some point, groggy and with Aaron now pressed closely against your back. Yawning, you check the alarm clock; 3:45am. Suddenly thirsty, you reach for the glass of water on the nightstand when an unexpected tug at your waist stops you in your tracks.

Aaron’s arm is circled tightly around you. A soft groan escapes his still- sleeping form as he subconsciously pulls you back flush against his chest. Close contact restored, he nuzzles softly at your neck as he settles back in.

Hazy light filtering through the blinds awakens you to an empty bed. Glancing around, you see Hotch’s suit jacket still in the spot it was left last night. The alarm clock reads 7am. Where is he? No water running in the bathroom, so he’s not taking a shower.

The smell of frying bacon makes you realize how starved you are, luring you out to the kitchen. As you approach, you hear a muttered curse.

“Ah shit!”

As you round the corner into the doorway, you find Aaron at the stove in a pair of sweatpants that he had left at your place after your last movie night with Jack. Still cursing under his breath, he strips off his undershirt as you come into his line of sight.

“You alright?” you ask, looking him up and down, eyes wide.

“Damn bacon grease splattered on me, that’s all,” he replies, taking in your dazed expression. “You hungry?” He inquires.

“What?” You sputter, having not heard his question as you were completely distracted by the tantalizing sight in front of you.

“I asked if you’re hungry. You were staring. I made plenty.”

God this man could not be more perfect, or any more oblivious.

“Hold on,” Aaron cuts in. “Two things. First of all, I didn’t realize that I had snuggled up to you or pulled you into my chest,” he explains.

“Well that’s because you were asleep, dumbass,” you tease, playfully patting his arm.

“Watch it,” he warns with a grin. “Second, I had no idea you were staring at ME. I really thought you were hungry.”

“I was hungry for breakfast until I saw you shirtless, dumbass.”

“Oh really?” he whispers suggestively in your ear as his hand makes its way up your thigh.

“Not so fast, sir,” you shut him down, swatting his wandering hand.

“SIR?” he inquires, planting a warm kiss just behind your ear. “I like the sound of that.”

“Cool it Hotchner,” you insist. “I’m not finished with my story yet. I’ve been waiting for YEARS, I think you can make it another 15 minutes. Now, where did I leave off?”

“Then I joined the BAU and I was so busy getting settled in and getting the hang of things that I didn’t have time to think about even though we were always around each other. That is, until I got an unusual call from Emily…”

“Hey, Y/N, it’s Emily, look we were just wondering if Hotch was riding in with you, maybe. He hasn’t shown up and he’s not answering any of our texts, so we just wanted to check.”

“No, he’s not with me, Emily. Hold on, I’ll give him a call and I’ll get right back to you.”

Hanging up, you dial Aaron’s number by heart. It rings several times, but ultimately goes unanswered into his voicemail. Panic begins to rise in your chest as you dial Emily back.

“Emily he’s not answering, I’m going by his apartment. Something definitely isn’t right. He always lets someone know if he’s going to be late and he never ignores a phone call from the BAU.”

“Okay, be careful,” she urges. “And let us know what happens, alright.”

“Will do,” you reply, disconnecting the call as you floor the gas. Flying through the streets, you make it to his apartment in record time.

Arriving on his floor, you make a beeline for his door and bang on it loud enough to wake the dead.

“AARON! Aaron if you’re in there you better open the door this instant, it’s not fucking funny.”

When you’re met with nothing but silence, a deep sense of cold dread envelopes your whole body. Using the key he had given you, you unlock the door and your heart immediately sinks.

There on the carpet in front of you, a pool of blood. A bullet hole in the wall. Far worse than anything you had imagined.

I called Emily back and the whole team got to work trying to track you down. God, I was so scared. We had no idea whether you were alive or dead. I couldn’t bear the thought of living without you.

Emily had Garcia call round to the hospitals asking if you had been brought in and that’s when we heard that Morgan was in the hospital.

That didn’t make sense to me, because he was there on the case with us, and that’s when it hit me.

Foyet.

But at least we knew you were still alive. When I got to the hospital and they told us what happened, my god, I nearly cried. Seeing you unconscious in that stretcher almost broke me, but I had to hold it together for the team and for you.

And I did, until Haley got there. I couldn’t contain myself anymore and I ran to the bathroom and completely broke down. I could hear her ridiculing you even through the thick bathroom walls and I was so furious. I cried even harder out of pure hatred for her. You could easily have died, and she couldn’t even be bothered to care.

When I heard her leave, I came out and that’s when you called me over. You held your arms out and I broke down again as it really set in that I could have lost you forever.

As tears began to well up, you sniffled at the sudden emotion of old memories. He draws you closer into his chest, stroking your hair as he whispers words of comfort.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I can’t even imagine how awful that was for you, but I’m here now. I’ll never leave you again. We don’t have to talk about it anymore if you don’t want to.”

“No,” you protest, “I’m fine really. It’s almost over.”

“Once I realized that you were gonna be okay, things were alright again for a while and then Haley died.”

“Seeing the grief and anguish in your face as you held her lifeless body absolutely wrecked me. Knowing that someone that you love is in the worst pain of their life and there’s not a thing you can do about it is the worst feeling. I would have done anything, ANYTHING to take away your heartache or even lessen it, but I couldn’t.”

“I tried to be a good friend to you, putting my own feelings for you aside to help you cope. Gave you space when you needed it and a shoulder to cry on for the hard times.”

“Slowly I started to see the old you creep back in; the light in your eye, a soft, dimpled smile and I had a foolish glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe for once we could be happy.”

“You were training for the FBI triathlon and it really seemed like things were going fine and we were back to normal and then the next thing I know, I’m blindsided by you gushing about a new woman.”

“This girl is amazing, Y/N. She’s so funny, and we’re training together for the race. I’m a little nervous honestly, but I think I’m finally ready. I’ve gotta put myself back out there and, I don’t know, it just feels right with her.”

Honestly that was so incredibly painful for me to hear. Of course I wanted you to be happy, but I wanted you to be happy with ME.

It was so good to see your brilliant smile and so tragic to know that it wasn’t me on your mind every day when I had to see you at work. Hearing you chat about how gorgeous and amazing she was, and how in love you were with her made me want to die.

So I started avoiding you as much as I could. Because as much as it hurt to be away from you, it was far worse constantly hearing you talk about her like I was completely invisible.

That’s when JJ cornered me in the kitchenette.

“I’ve seen the way you look at him,” she states matter-of-factly.

“The way you light up when he laughs. And now that he’s with Beth, even the mention of him makes you look like you want to crawl under a rock. So do you wanna talk about it? Or are you gonna make me force it out of you?”

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

“Oh please. Listen. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s your business, but don’t lie to me, okay?”

“I can’t do this anymore, JJ,” you respond, long-held tears streaming down. “I’m putting in my two weeks notice. I go home crying almost every night, it’s killing me,”

An abrupt cough from her cuts you off mid-sentence and you see Aaron standing there in the doorway. With a reassuring pat on your shoulder, JJ makes her way out, leaving the two of you alone in uncomfortable silence.

“You can’t leave,” he pleads quietly, nearly in tears himself. “If you’re having a hard time with the job you should have come to me sooner,” he says, softly grabbing your hand.

“Don’t go,” he begs. “The team needs you. I need you.”

His words slash straight through your defenses and tears continue to fall despite your best efforts to stem the tide. So pathetic to be caught crying like a baby.

But the look of genuine distress and the tinge of pain in his voice as he urges you to stay pulls at what’s left of your heartstrings.

You would surely hurt him if you left. So like a true friend, you will stay. Suffering in silence, the secret burden of your undying love for him slowly shattering you beneath its weight.

Days and weeks went by, the pain washing over you in waves as you struggled to keep your head above water.

“Being there by your side through everything really took its toll on me because I had such deep feelings for you. And what really sucked was feeling guilty all the damn time because you weren’t even mine to lose. I cried myself to sleep every night knowing I would never have you and angry at myself for hating the women lucky enough to love you like I so desperately wanted to.”

“I was slowly coming to terms with the fact that I had to be happy with the role that I already had in your life and stop hoping for something more, when I got another tearful phone call from you.”

“Y/N?” he sniffled. “Can I see you?”

“Aaron, what’s going on? Is everything alright? Is Jack okay? You sound really upset.”

“Jack’s fine, it’s nothing about him. I’ll tell you all about it, but please, I just really need you right now. Can I come over?”

“You’re in no shape to be driving, Aaron. I’ll come to you. Be there as soon as I can. Just hang on, okay?”

“Alright. Please hurry.”

Coming through the front door, which he unlocked for you, you find a clearly emotional Aaron on the sofa, head in his hands.

Approaching quietly, you lay a hand on his broad shoulder.

“Hey,” you murmur. “I’m here.”

Looking up to meet your eyes, he loses the battle and tears begin to fall.

“Come here,” you urge, plopping down on the couch next to him and reaching out your arms.

Desperately in need of comfort, he accepts, pressing close into your arms and laying his head on your shoulder.

“Let it out,” you gently encourage as the normally strong and stoic man quietly weeps.

“I’m right here,” you reassure, softly rubbing his trembling back. “You can talk when you’re ready.”

Gradually the tears slowed and he heaved a sigh as he whispered, “It’s Beth.”

“Beth? What happened?”

“She’s taking a job in New York. We agreed that long distance would be too much of a burden on the relationship, so it’s over.”

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry,” you comfort, “I know how hard that must be after putting yourself back out there. You really seemed happy with her.”

“I was,” he agrees, “It was a mutual decision, and it feels stupid to be so upset, but I can’t help it. I just don’t know if I have it in me to try again. Maybe I’m supposed to be alone.”

“Oh Aaron,” you whisper, softly wiping his tears and planting a feather light kiss on the back of his massive hand, “You’re not alone. I’m always here for you, aren’t I?”

A minuscule sound that could almost have been a laugh escapes him as a tiny smirk turns up the corner of his perfect mouth.

“That’s better,” you encourage, gently sweeping the hair from his eyes. “And now you should relax,” you suggest, rising from your seat.

“Wait,” he pleads, “please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you assure. “Just getting a hot shower started for you. I’ll be here as long as you need me, okay? I promise.”

Trying to make the process as easy and relaxing as possible, you head to his bedroom, turning on the shower in the attached master bath to let it heat up before grabbing him some fresh clothes. Finding a soft cotton t-shirt and a pair of boxers, you lay them on the counter next to his towel before heading back to the living room.

Grabbing your outstretched hand, he rises and follows you back to the bedroom, whispering a quiet thanks before disappearing into the steamy bathroom.

Once alone, you strip out of your work clothes in exchange for something nearly identical to what you’d just fished out for him. The shirt nearly swallows you whole, but it’s insanely cozy, as is his bed when you snuggle under the covers; the familiar scent of him making you drowsy.

“Yeah, when I got out of the shower, you were asleep in my spot,” he breaks in, “but you looked so peaceful that I hated to bother you. So I climbed to the other side, and you subconsciously snuggled into me. Remember that like it was yesterday.”

“Hey,” you gripe with a playful shove, “Who’s telling the story here, you or me?”

“Sorry darling,” he apologizes, kissing your temple. “Go on.”

“ANYWAY,” you continue, flashing a sweet smile, “as I was saying before I was so cutely interrupted….”

A sudden movement startles you, the broad shoulder that your head rests on alerting you to the fact that not only have you fallen asleep, but also apparently curled up with Aaron as well.

Trying to make heads or tails of the situation, you look up, meeting his eyes as he strokes your hair.

“Sssshhhhh, it’s alright. It’s just me,” he soothes. “Go back to sleep.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one taking care of you?”

“Yeah,” he responds, beginning to tear up again. “You’re great at that. Always have been, but I’m fine, really,” he ends with a sniffle.

“You’re a terrible liar, Aaron. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“It’s just that, what kind of woman would want me, Y/N? I’m an older, single dad with so much emotional baggage I don’t think anyone would willingly involve themselves with this mess.”

“Stop that right now,” you insist, lightly slapping his arm. “You are not a mess. You’ve been through more hell than most people could ever imagine and you’re still strong. You’ll find the right woman someday. One that will love you and Jack like crazy. Who really understands you. Who wants to help you heal. Someone who will be by your side no matter what,” you trail off, fighting to hold back tears of your own.

“My god, you really were right in front of me the whole time and I was just too stupid to see it,” he butts in.

“You said it, not me,” you joke, softly patting his thigh.

“No seriously,” he interjects, “I had no idea how much you were suffering because of me. How can I ever make it up to you?”

“Look at me, Aaron,” you insist turning to face him and softly cupping his chin. “It’s not your fault. I could have said something, but I didn’t because I was too afraid I’d lose you,” you sniffle, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

“You’ll never lose me, Y/N” he assures with a smile, absentmindedly stroking your left ring finger with the pad of his thumb.

Straddling his lap and looking into those deep, gorgeous eyes of his, you feel the flames of desire start to rise. Leaning in, you nip and suck at his neck, just below his right ear. A soft moan of mixed surprise and pleasure escapes him as you feel his cock hardening against your lower belly. Continuing your trail of open mouthed kisses down his chest, you can’t help but roll your hips in desperate need of friction.

Noticing your growing need, his giant hands grab you firmly by the ass, pulling you closer into him, his now rigid erection directly underneath you, resting against your dripping pussy. Your eyes close, taking in the overwhelming sensation when you feel his hands grinding your hips against his length.

A whimper of sheer ecstasy escapes your open lips, which he quickly stifles with a wet kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your inviting mouth.

A haze of pleasure clouds your senses and the next thing you know, you’re on your back, giggling like a schoolgirl with Aaron looming above you, the edge of his lips curling into a smirk as he presses his lips to yours once more. Softly pulling back, his teeth tug gently at your lower lip.

His eyes go dark with lust as he rubs the tip of his cock against your soaking cunt.

“You’re mine now.”

He pushes in gently, the thickness of his cock slowly stretching you as you whimper and squirm beneath him.

“Mmmmm,” he hums, slipping an arm under your lower back and lifting your hips; going even deeper than you thought possible. “Such a good girl. Taking me so well.”

“O-only for you, Aaron,” you whimper, desperate for him to move, but powerless in his firm grasp.

“That’s right, my sweet girl,” he groans, “And you’ve waited so patiently for such a long while, it’s time you got your reward.”

Rolling his hips into you at that angle, the head of his cock soon grinds into just the right spot that nearly has you seeing stars.

“Oh Aaron,” you whine, your fingernails digging into the muscular flesh of his shoulder. “Right there, just like that.”

A couple more forceful thrusts bring you just to the brink of bliss before you feel a slowing of his pace.

“I thought you said good girls got their reward,” you mewl.

“Patience, darling” he replies with a smirk, hoisting your legs up over his shoulders.

“Ohhhh FUCK, AARON!” you cry out, the new position creating an even more delicious angle than the last.

He plows into you hard, and with a wicked grin, the force of his thrusts rocking the whole bed.

Your mind suddenly goes blank of everything but white hot desire and his name which you pant with every snap of his hips.

Sensing how close you are to the edge, he rubs tight circles on your sensitive clit with the pad of his thumb, sending jolts of electricity coursing through your body and pooling between your legs.

The sight of you blissed out beneath him, squirming and moaning as he watches his length disappear into your sweet cunt makes his aching cock twitch inside you.

Slowly the massive hand that was at the small of your back travels up your body, caressing your skin before encircling around your throat.

With a gentle squeeze, you crash over the edge, cunt pulsing around his rigid length. Silent tears well up in your eyes at the intensity and you raise your hips even further, locking your ankles behind his head.

“Ah, FUCK,” he moans, head thrown back as he loses control, spilling deep inside you. Coming down from his high, he slowly pulls out, rolling onto his back next to you.

Slowly sitting up, he turns toward the bathroom.

“I’m gonna go grab a washcloth to get you cleaned up, okay?” he says.

“Noooooo,” you whisper, rising and nuzzling your nose at the crook of his neck and softly kissing his shoulder. “Don’t go.”

“Come on baby,” he murmurs, gently scooping you up into his muscular arms. Upon reaching the bathroom, he perches you up on the toilet before turning on the sink to warm up and rummaging for a washcloth from the cabinet beneath.

Retrieving the cloth, he dampens it, preparing to get you cleaned up. Turning back around, he finds you looking clearly uncomfortable and more than a little embarrassed.

“What’s the matter, honey?” he inquires, softly sweeping the stray hair from your flushed face and tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. “Don’t you need to go?”

“Yes,” you reply, barely more than a whisper as you try to break from the intensity of his gaze. “But…” your soft voice trails off, cheeks blazing even worse than before.

A low chuckle escapes him as he grins when the sudden realization sinks in.

“BUT, you don’t want to pee in front of me, huh? Is that it?”

A small nod in the affirmative confirms his suspicions.

“You just confessed years worth of repressed emotions, not to mention the downright filthy sex that we’ve had the past two days and this is what you’re worried about?”

Trying to fight back a smile, you lose the battle, giggling at the foolishness of the thought. Once finished, he gets you cleaned up, the warm, damp cloth gently washing your skin nice and clean.

Scooping you up once more, he easily carries you back to the bed, laying you down softly before getting comfortable and pulling you in.

The position is intimate, you rest half on top of him, cheek to broad, bare chest as his massive warm hand hitches your thigh over his leg.

“Oh Aaron,” you sigh, instantly melting into him, your hand lightly caressing his chest almost as if to convince yourself that you’re not dreaming.

His left hand softly strokes the small of your back as he breathes in the scent of your hair and plants a tender kiss on the top of your head.

“You know I love you, right?” he questions, more of a rhetorical than anything, but your sudden eerie quiet and shift of demeanor soon has him worried.

“You know that, right?” he prods once again, giving your thigh a playful squeeze.

Looking up at him with an almost sad expression, you ask, “Are you sure?”

“What kind of question is that, baby?” he asks, softly cupping your chin and meeting your gaze. “Of course I love you. More than life. More than anything besides Jack. I don’t ever want to live without you again. You’re more than just a lover, you’re my best friend,” he adds, leaning in for a warm, wet kiss. “Forever.”

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wishuhadstayed · 3 years ago

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Double Your Pleasure

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x John Wick x fem!reader

Word count: 5.4k (WENT OFF 😳)

Summary: Two men, two tragic backstories. One woman determined to make them both happy.

AKA: feel safe at night sleep with an FBI agent and the worlds deadliest assassin 😂

Warnings: NSFW. PURE SMUT. Restraints, blindfolds, unprotected three way sex, oral (male receiving), oral (female receiving), praise kink, degradation, cockwarming, thigh riding, mentions of alcohol, language

Author’s Note: Happy Birthday Hotch 🥰 have a threesome

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Yet another hard week at the hospital brought you to your knees, sobbing as you sank to the hardwood just inside the front door. Upon hearing your distress, your lovers are by your side in an instant.

John pulls you into his warm chest, his muscular arms wrapping you in comfort. His large hand strokes your hair as you tearfully relate the story of your stressful day.

Seeing that John has you well taken care of, Aaron comes up with a plan of his own.

“I’ll be right back,” he assures, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before disappearing up the stairs.

“You know we both love you so much, right?” John inquires as he tilts your chin up to meet his gaze and planting a tender kiss to your forehead. “We will always be here for you.”

About 15 minutes later when your tears had mostly dried, but the exhaustion remained, Aaron re-emerged.

“Come with me darling,” he requests, reaching out for you. “I have a surprise.”

“What are you up to, Aaron?” You wonder aloud.

With a mischievous grin, he replies. “You’ll see.”

The sight that meets your eyes as he sets you on your feet in the master bath is breathtaking.

Dimmed lights, candles burning, and a tub full of hot, soapy bubbles. His thoughtfulness is enough to make you tear up again.

“For me?” You squeak, eyes watering.

“All for you,” Aaron replies, softly grabbing the hem of your scrub shirt and lifting it over your head. Drinking in the sight of your exposed skin, gingerly kisses your collarbone and stomach before returning his attention to your remaining clothes.

Next he moves on to your lower half. He unties the drawstring and slowly shimmies your scrub pants and underwear down over your hips, warm hands grazing your sensitive skin the whole way.

As he stoops to grab the discarded clothing, he pauses, pressing his lips softly to your thigh before standing and lifting you up to set you on the cool countertop; placing himself squarely between your legs.

Tilting your chin up to him, he captures your lips in a warm, wet kiss. A soft sigh of contentment escapes your lips as he slowly pulls away. He gingerly brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear before leaning in and reaching both arms around to unclasp your bra.

The weight of the day seems to slip away with every article of clothing he removes.

“That’s right, baby,” he encourages. “Just relax. Are you feeling better?”

The small, shy smile that graces your lips is all the confirmation he needs.

“Come here, honey,” he requests and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He lifts you easily from the counter, placing your feet back on the tile floor.

“You go ahead and get in darling,” he suggests. “I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna grab you some cozy PJs alright?”

As he turns to go, he feels a tug at his wrist.

“Wait,” you plead, pulling him close once more. “Please don’t go. Get in with me?”

Who could say no to that angelic expression?

Immediately stopping in his tracks, Aaron lifts the hem of his purple polo shirt, slightly exposing his scarred abdomen.

Your soft voice cuts through the quiet, a sweet distraction.

“Let me,” you request. “Please.”

Dropping his hands, he relents to your desire.

Your hands slip under the fabric, pressing flat against the warm skin of his belly.

Closing his eyes and soaking in the pleasant sensation, Aaron sighs out, “Oh baby.”

Lifting the shirt over his head, you discard it with a fling before leisurely unzipping the fly of his jeans. Hooking your fingers in the waistband of both his jeans and boxers, you slip them both off and he steps out, exposed in all his glory.

“Come here, you,” he says with a grin, easily sweeping you up in his strong arms and settling you both in the hot, soapy water.

The warm water soothes your fatigued body and you relax back into Aaron, resting your head back on his broad shoulder. His arms slip around your waist as he presses a tender kiss behind your right ear, his slight stubble scratching your neck.

Moments later, John’s imposing frame fills the doorway, arms laden with a bottle of wine and three glasses, as well as a variety of cheese and crackers.

“I figured you could use a drink,” his deep voice rings out. “And no one drinks alone in this house.”

Placing everything on the counter, he reaches for the bottom shelf of the linen cabinet where the bath tray is stored. Retrieving it, he arranges the spread on the tray and places it before you. As he turns to leave, your angelic voice reaches his ears.

“John.”

He turns, greeted by the sultry look in your eyes and the entrancing motion of your hand beckoning him closer.

He approaches eagerly and once within arm’s reach, you lean forward, hooking your finger through his belt loop and drawing him to the edge of the tub.

“Kneel,” you command, and the usually formidable man is on his knees in an instant, as if under the influence of some intoxicating spell.

His first glimpse of your body renders him speechless as your voice interrupts his train of thought, his eyes remain fixed on your soapy breasts.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” You inquire, your finger lifting his handsome face to meet your gaze.

“It’s okay, you can tell me. Do you like what you see?”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he replies.

“I love it.”

Suddenly his massive hands are on either side of your face, pulling you in for a steamy kiss. His tongue slides hungrily against yours, tasting faintly of his favorite bourbon.

You find yourself grabbing desperately at his shirt, slipping it over his wide shoulders, breaking the kiss to slip it over his head.

“Stand up,” you whisper breathlessly and he obliges. Your nimble hands make quick work of his jeans and a sigh of relief escapes him as your palms make their way down his thighs, removing the last remaining clothing.

The pull of your hand on his relays an unspoken invitation which he readily accepts. Stepping over the side, he carefully lifts the tray and sets it aside before easing into the heated water.

“Relax, angel,” Aaron encourages as John returns the tray to its rightful place. “Let us take care of you.”

“I believe I promised you a drink,” John recalls, placing a glass of white wine in your hand as recline once more against Aaron’s chest.

“Thank you, honey,” you reply, taking a sip as Aaron’s large, capable hands massage the knots of tension in your shoulders.

Your body goes completely limp at his soothing touch. Head falling back on his shoulder, your eyes close in blissful relaxation.

“Oh my god, Aaron,” you whimper, “that feels so good.”

His soft lips trail his hands, littering your shoulders and neck with feathery soft kisses before pausing just behind your ear; the combination of his warm breath and whispered filth making you squirm and whine with need.

Aaron’s undivided attention has you so pleasantly distracted that you hardly notice when John lifts your leg, resting your right ankle on his left shoulder. That is, until John presses a steamy kiss to your ankle, tenderly nipping your sensitive skin.

You gasp at the unexpected sensation, your nails digging into Aaron’s forearm. John smirks, pleased with his effect on you and his lips continue their warm, wet trail up your calf.

His strong hands follow, providing a sorely needed foot and leg massage. The sheer relief and intensity of his touch has you arching back against Aaron, head thrown back on his shoulder.

“Ohhhh John, FUCK,” you moan out. “That feels so amazing.”

Not one to be outdone, Aaron grasps you firmly by the chin, turning your head to look him right in the eyes. The hunger in his dark eyes makes your heart skip a beat before he claims your mouth with his tongue.

The sudden absence of John’s touch tears your attention away from Aaron and twists your expression into a pout.

“John,” you plead, “Please don’t leave me.”

“Fear not, my love,” he reassures, squeezing your hand as he rises from the water. “I have a surprise for you. I’ll be right back.”

“What is he up to?” You muse as he disappears out of sight.

“I don’t know,” Aaron replies, caressing your nipple with the pad of his thumb. “And I don’t care. I have you all to myself. I’ll make you forget he’s gone.”

His touch sends shockwaves straight to your core, leaving you squirming and desperately in need of friction.

Taking matters into your own hands, you rise from the water, slowly turning to face Aaron.

Massive hands gripping your ass firmly, he pulls you almost close enough to taste.

“You smell so good baby,” he murmurs against your skin. “I can’t wait to devour you.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart,” he vows. “But not quite yet,” he teases, softly nipping the skin of your inner thigh.

Grabbing your hands, he pulls you in, straddled on his solid thigh. Unable to resist your desire any longer, you twine your arms around Aaron’s back and shoulder and roll your hips eagerly against him.

Overwhelming sensation ripples through your body and leaves you a whimpering mess, your nails digging into Aaron’s skin.

“You two look like you’re having fun,” John’s voice rings out. “Mind if I join?”

“Oh John,” you breathe. “Please.”

He approaches, kneeling by the tub with a wicked grin.

“Your pretty mouth is entirely too empty for my liking,” he states. “Open wide for me, baby.”

Leaning over the cool fiberglass you oblige, lips open wide, tongue out, eyes closed; anxiously awaiting your surprise.

A sudden but familiar sound startles you just before the taste of sweet whipped cream on your tongue makes you sigh with pleasure.

“Good girl,” John praises, pulling you in and pressing his tongue to yours, leaving you breathless.

The passion in the kiss stokes the flames of desire and John’s teeth softly tug at your lower lip as you unconsciously pulled away, involuntarily rocking your hips back into Aaron.

“Maybe I should give you two some time alone,” John suggests, slowly rising to leave.

“No, John, wait! Please stay,” you plead pitifully.

“It’s alright, really,” he reassures, softly stroking your hair. “Both of us together can be a bit much. Take your time. I’ll be waiting.”

And with that he disappears into the master bedroom.

Still overly stimulated and desperate for friction, you rut into Aaron’s thigh even more frantically than before, panting for breath as you quickly near your peak.

His fingers digging into your hips, he brings you to a sudden halt, leaving you nearly in tears of frustration.

“You dirty girl,” he chides, lifting your chin to stare into your soul. “If you’re so wet and desperate, we’ll put you to good use.”

Pushing you off his lap, he quickly stands, grabbing a towel and drying off before wrapping it around his waist. You scramble out behind him, throwing on a fluffy robe that had been set aside for you earlier. Before you can even tie the sash, Aaron has you thrown over his shoulder and halfway to the bed.

Next thing you know, you’re being tossed through the air before bouncing to a halt on the massive king sized bed, flat on your back. A fit of childlike giggles overcomes you, quickly replaced by a nervous shiver down your spine at the scene before your eyes.

Both men loom over you, a familiar look of lustful hunger in their dark eyes as they drink in your barely concealed figure.

“We thought we might try something new tonight, darling,” John informs you, grabbing a tie from the nightstand by the bed. “A blindfold,” he continues. “That is, if it’s alright with you.”

A moment’s hesitation flashes through your mind before the decision is made.

“It’s alright, John,” you consent, looking them both in the eyes. “I trust you.”

“Anything you’re uncomfortable with, we can stop at any time,” he reassures, softly stroking your cheek. “Just use the stoplight system,” he explains. “Green for good to go, yellow for slow down, and red for an immediate stop, no questions asked and we can discuss. Understand?”

Nodding, you signal your comprehension.

“I need to hear you say it, love,” he requests.

“I understand,” you reply. “Green for go. Yellow, slow down. Red, stop.”

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, softly kissing your cheek. He slips the silky material over your eyes, pausing a moment before he ties the ends behind your head.

“What’s your color baby?”

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you respond, quietly but firmly, “Green.”

“Just relax,” Aaron soothes as John ties the knot and removes your robe. “We’re going to take such good care of you tonight.”

The complete darkness provided by the blindfold amplified your anticipation immensely. You laid on the bed, heart racing, body aching for their touch. What must have only been a couple of minutes seemed to stretch on for hours as you tried to wait patiently.

“John?” You call out, squirming as the burning desire from lack of contact consumes you.

“I’m right here, my love,” he reassures, almost at the same moment as a pair of soft lips press a searing kiss to your lower belly.

“Oh!” You gasp, stunned by the electric sensation that had heat pooling between your thighs already. Aaron continues his sinful trail down your body, leaving you panting for breath as he stops just shy of where you need him most.

“So wet already and we haven’t even touched you yet,” he teases, eagerly licking a wet stripe up your quivering cunt before gently sucking your clit between his lips.

The instant jolt of mind-numbing pleasure short circuits your brain, leaving you back arched, fingers desperately gripping the sheets until your mind catches up to your body.

Just as an obscene moan issues from your lips, John smothers it with a deep, wet kiss.

Aaron’s strong arms snake around your legs, his massive palms pressed flat against the sensitive skin of your belly; holding your hips firmly in place.

John’s hands begin to wander, massaging your breast as his tongue finds its way to your neck. Sucking bruises into your skin, he rolls your nipple between his fingers, instantly making you squirm against Aaron’s skilled tongue. Your legs begin to shake as you let out a desperate moan, the overwhelming mix of sensations pushing you rapidly to the edge.

Just as quickly as heaven approaches, it is cruelly wrenched from your grasp as Aaron retreats, leaving your cunt dripping with need.

Luckily you need not think straight to even follow directions, as your men do all the work. Strong hands guide you up to your knees, legs spread wide. After a moment’s shuffling, a pair of hands caress your thighs, pulling you back to a seated position; a familiar beard scratching your hypersensitive skin.

John.

“I have a treat for you,” Aaron’s deep voice rings out, making you flinch. “That is,” he resumes, “if you promise to be a good girl for me and do as I say. Look, but don’t touch.”

“I will,” you squeak.

“You will, what?” he inquires. “Be specific, pet.”

“I will be a good girl for you, I promise,” you vow.

“For your sake,” he replies, leaning in to remove your blindfold, “I certainly hope so.”

As you adjust to the blinding brightness of the room, Aaron’s naked figure comes into focus right before your eyes. The mere sight of his hard, swollen cock was enough to make your mouth water and your cunt throb.

Fueled by instinct and raw desire, all promises of being good are quickly forgotten as you reach out a hand to stroke his erection.

“You dirty whore,” he scolds, brushing your hand away. “So focused on my cock you can’t even follow a simple instruction. So much for being a good girl.”

“I can- I will,” you plead. “Please sir, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s a little late for that now,” he replies. “Bad girls who can’t behave themselves have to learn their lesson.”

Picking up the discarded blindfold, he moves to your side, untying the knot and cinching it around your wrists.

“Maybe that will teach you to keep your hands to yourself until given permission,” he states, returning to his previous spot.

“I was going to let you have my cock in your pretty little mouth since I know how much you love it, but now,” he trails off, “since you’re being a little brat I guess I’ll just have to take matters into my own hands.”

Watching Aaron spit in his palm and reach down to wrap his hand around his aching erection, you become acutely aware of your own pulsing need, and John’s devotion to relieving it.

His tongue presses into your slick heat, nose barely brushing your clit, and beard burning your thighs.

“Oh GOD, John,” you cry out, and he moans, the resulting vibrations against your clit leave you gasping for air, grinding on his face, your arousal coating his beard.

Your focus is broken by Aaron’s sinful moans, causing you to stare, mesmerized as he stokes from his base all the way to his flushed, leaking tip.

His dark eyes lock with yours as his tongue glides slowly over his lips before disappearing with a smirk.

FUCK.

He’s teasing you, and it’s so totally working.

“Such a filthy little slut, so desperate for my cock you can’t even keep your mouth closed. Don’t even pretend you’re not. Nothing but a set of wet, needy holes for us to use,” he mocks, eyeing your shocked expression.

“I know you want my dick down your throat,” he continues, “but you’ve been a fucking brat and you don’t deserve it. If you want it so bad, prove it. Beg for me.”

“Please sir,” you whimper, “I want your cock in my mouth so badly. Please, please sir, let me suck your cock.”

“I’m not convinced. Surely you can do better than that,” he suggests.

“You’re right,” you whine. “I’m a filthy slut. Your filthy slut. Please, please use me like your dirty whore and fill my throat, sir.”

“That’s more like it,” he approves, wrenching you head back by the hair and forcing you meet his steely gaze.

“John’s going to continue ravaging your pretty pussy with his mouth while I fuck your face,” he explains. “And you are not, under any circumstances, to cum before I do, or there will be repercussions. Are we understood?”

“Y-yes,” you choke out.

“Yes, WHAT?” he questions. “So fucking needy you can’t even remember how to address me properly?”

“Y-YES SIR,” you whine pitifully. “I understand.”

“Good,” he replies, stroking your lips with the pad of his thumb. “Now open up.”

Eager to please, you stick out your tongue, gagging and eyes watering as he thrusts down your throat. You struggle to breathe through your nose as lines of drool begin to run down your chin.

Hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue against the underside of his length, you bob your head taking as much of him as you possibly can.

Meanwhile, John continues his worship of your sex, his tongue circling and flicking your clit bringing you dangerously close to your peak.

“I knew a filthy tramp like you could take my whole cock down her throat,” Aaron gloats, cock twitching at the sensation as you swallow around him.

Just then, John switches it up, sucking and lapping at your clit, sending fireworks from your head to your toes. Your orgasm burns hot and fast like wildfire, completely out of your control.

Your hips instinctively squirm against John’s bearded face, dripping pussy clenching around nothing as you moan desperately around Aaron’s cock.

The vibration and tightening of your throat pushes Aaron over the edge, groaning as his release coats the back of your throat.

SHIT. You’re in big trouble now.

Leaving spit running down your neck and the remnants of his release on your lips, he slips from your mouth. Gripping you tightly by the hair, he wrenches your head back, his ferocious gaze assuring you that the consequences will be severe.

“Were you so focused on getting my cock in your mouth that you forgot every word that came out of mine?” he demands.

“I-I,” you stutter.

“I’m talking to you, you fucking brat, and I expect an answer!” he exclaims.

“No, sir. I didn’t forget,” you plead with a repentant look. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to, I just couldn’t help myself. I really am sorry, sir.”

“Whether you meant to or not makes no difference to me,” he asserts. “Disobedience is disobedience, and you know what happens to bad girls who don’t mind.”

“Yes, sir.” comes your defeated response. “They get punished.”

“That’s right.” he replies. “And this time, you’d better be a good little slut and do as I say.”

“I will,” you whimper. “I promise I’ll be good this time.”

Pulling you up from your seat on John’s face, he unties your wrists before explaining the details of your discipline.

“You’re going to sit on John’s cock,” he orders. “And you’re not allowed cum or to touch either him or me.”

“When will I be done?” you inquire.

“When I say so, brat.” he replies. “Oh, and one more thing,” he continues. “Don’t even think about moving. You sit still like a good little girl and maybe you’ll earn your reward.”

“Yes, sir. Whatever you say.” you agree.

Releasing your hair, he tilts your chin up to meet his lustful eyes.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Resting his back against the headboard, John lets his knees fall out to either side, the soles of his feet lightly touching and offers you a hand for support as you straddle him. He drags the tip of his cock languidly through your wet folds, teasing you as he aligns himself with your slick entrance. Bracing your hands on the mattress, you slowly sink onto his rigid length, moaning at the feel of every ridge and vein as he stretches your aching pussy.

“Oh, FUCK,” you moan as he bottoms out, catching your breath as you adjust to the feeling of him sheathed so deeply inside you.

“That’s it sweetheart,” John whispers, the combination of his beard and his warm breath tickling your neck.

“Oh god,” you whine, as you obediently place your hands on your knees.

“Shhhhhhh,” he soothes, one hand flat against your lower belly, the other caressing your jaw. “You’re doing great, baby. Just relax. Lean your head back on my shoulder.”

Taking his advice, you lay your head back on John’s shoulder and he wastes no time in pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck as his right hand squeezes your tender breast.

A strangled groan falls from your lips, your nails digging into the skin of your leg as his lavished attention quickly leaves you trembling.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he praises, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. “Such a good girl,” he breathes, his cock pulsing inside you. “You take me so well.”

Biting your lower lip, you struggle to hold in obscene sighs as the hand that was groping your breast travels slowly and sensually down your body, finally making its way to your soaked, needy sex.

The brush of his thumb against your aching clit pushes you so close to the edge that you’re seeing stars, and you sniffle as tears well up from overstimulation.

Seeing the tears about to fall, Aaron lightly slaps your cheek.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He inquires mockingly. “I thought my little slut LOVED cockwarming. Don’t cry now, you’re just getting started.”

“She can’t take anymore, Aaron,” John cuts in, jumping quickly to your defense. “She’s followed your rules and been a very good girl,” he says, softly kissing the cheek just marked by the other man. “You’re torturing my angel,” he snaps, wrapping his comforting arms around you.

Hearing John’s concerned tone and witnessing a single tear slide down your cheek, Aaron wonders if he may have pushed the scene a bit too far.

Gently cupping your chin, he asks, “What’s your color, baby?”

“G-green,” you choke out. “Please just let me cum, sir,” you plead tearfully. “Please, GOD, please, sir. I can’t take anymore. I’ll get down on my knees and beg if you want.”

“You do look beautiful on your knees,” he muses. “But begging won’t be necessary. I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

“May I PLEASE finish with John, sir?” you implore, still on the verge of tears.

“Yes, my love,” he permits, licking the pad of his thumb and pressing it against your tender clit. “No more restrictions. We’re here to please you sweet girl.”

The sudden friction sends tendrils of burning desire straight to your core, leaving you fluttering around John’s aching length.

“Oh,” you gasp, your hand snaking into Aaron’s hair as he claims your mouth with his eager tongue.

The sensation of John rolling your nipple has you moaning into Aaron’s mouth and squirming restlessly as a familiar tension mounts quickly.

Sensing your rapidly approaching release, Aaron increases his pressure, rubbing tight circles as John kisses your neck. The combined sensations send you crashing over the edge as your cunt pulses around John’s cock.

“Oh, John,” you whimper, grinding your hips into him. “Feels so good, John.”

Slowly coming down from your high, Aaron’s voice cuts through the haze of pleasure.

“You wanted to finish, well, looks like you’re finished to me,” he comments as he turns to leave.

“Aaron, wait,”you plead, grasping his wrist.

“Ohhh, so you’re NOT finished then?” he inquires. “Greedy little slut. If you’re that desperate for cock, why don’t you just take us both?”

With that he grabs you by the wrists, pulling you up from John’s lap and bending you over on all fours, spread wide in front of him.

“Is this what you want?” he taunts, rubbing his cock teasingly against your wet, needy cunt.

“God yes,” you whimper, grinding your hips back against him, desperate for him to claim you.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he demands, grabbing you by the hair. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“YES SIR,” you wail, unable to withstand his torture any longer.

“That’s what I thought,” he replies, pulling you flush against his chest as he plows into you hard.

A strangled sob of pleasure falls from your lips; his bruising grip and unrelenting pace rendering you incapable of anything except whining his name with each forceful thrust.

“God my name sounds so fucking good coming from your pretty mouth,” he moans. “But I’m sure John could think of a better way to put it to use.”

“There’s my angel,” John murmurs, softly cradling your chin and lifting your eyes to meet his tender gaze. “Do you think you can take me as well?”

“Oh, FUCK, y-yes John,” you pant. Gasping for air between Aaron’s deliciously deep thrusts and the nip of his teeth at your neck, you stick out your tongue; your mouth a warm, wet invitation for John.

“Oh, shit,” he hisses as your tongue swirls around his flushed, leaking tip. Twining his hands in your hair, he draws you closer, gently encouraging you to take him deeper.

“Mmmmmm,” he moans, as your tongue presses flat against his underside and you hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head and taking him as deeply as you dare.

Your questioning glance up at him though your lashes is answered by his eager moans and twitching cock.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, staring deeply into your eyes and making your cunt flutter with need as Aaron continues to drive into you from behind, his thrusts growing sloppy.

“Oh baby,” John sighs, “I’m so fucking close.”

“I think we all are,” Aaron replies. “What about you, baby?” He questions, squeezing your hip. “Are you ready to cum for us?”

You let out a desperate whine around John’s cock, signaling to Aaron in the affirmative.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he states, lowering his hand to rub tight circles on your clit. “Come on, baby,” he encourages as you whimper and squirm with pleasure.

“Come for me, come all over my cock,” he requests, grinding into your g-spot at the same time as his thumb strokes your clit, sending you crashing over the edge; seeing stars as your cunt clenches around his pulsing length.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, hips stilling as he spills deep inside you.

Your desperate moans send heavenly vibrations rippling through John, and he groans out curses as he too reaches his peak, his release pooling on your tongue as he retreats, leaving the last few drops on your soft, swollen lips.

“You took us so well, sweetheart,” John praises. Softly caressing your face, his thumb collects the remnants of his release and softly presses it back into your mouth, humming as you lick it clean.

“You rest, baby,” he bids. “Let Aaron take care of you while I go get something to clean you up.”

“Come here, darling,” Aaron implores, pulling out of you slowly before rolling onto his back and pulling you half on top of him, head on his chest, left leg hitched up over his.

You snuggle close to Aaron, basking in the warmth of his skin, his steady heartbeat soothing as he wraps his strong arms around your waist.

“I love you so much, baby,” he whispers, softly kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too,” you breathe, nuzzling his chest.

“Are you comfortable?”

You nod, nearly drifting off to sleep when John returns.

“I’m gonna get you cleaned up, okay my love?” He asks, softly stroking your lower back.

“Okay,” you whisper, and a warm, damp washcloth is smoothed between your legs and over your

inner thighs, gently cleansing you.

He kisses your shoulder softly before rising to head back and dispose of the cloth.

“John,” you whimper, a hint of a pout in your voice.

“I’ll be right back, honey” he assures, stroking the small of your back. “I promise.”

You whimper, head going fuzzy from his absence.

Moments later, his promise is fulfilled as you feel the mattress dip beneath his weight. He presses close to you, spooning you with his arm draped around your waist.

Their combined mass and body heat set you back to right, soothing your desperate need for close contact.

Aaron strokes your hair as John litters your neck and shoulders with tender kisses.

“Y/N?” John inquires softly.

“Hmmmm,” you acknowledge, nearly falling asleep.

“I’ve - uh, I’ve been thinking,” he stammers, looking over to Aaron.

“It’s okay,” Aaron assures him. “Ask her.”

“I want to have a family with you,” John states.

Confused, you reply, “We have Jack, and each other, we ARE a family, John.”

“Of course we are, my love. That’s not what I meant,” he explains. “A baby, Y/N. Would you have a baby with me?”

“A baby?” You repeat, still in shock.

“Yeah,” he continues. “I never got to have one of my own and I just love you so much. I just want one with you so badly,” he pleads, softly nuzzling your neck.

“Oh John,” you squeak, unexpectedly tearing up. “I love you too. Of course I’ll have a baby with you,” you agree with a grin. “You’ll be such a good dad.”

“Oh thank you,” he breathes, squeezing you so tight that you struggle for air. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he gushes, lavishing your skin with kisses.

“John,” you pant, patting his arm. “John, earth to John.”

“Hmmm?” He responds, still caught up in the bliss of your agreement.

“I do still need to be alive for this plan to work,” you comment.

“Oh!” He gasps, quickly loosening his grip. “Sorry, I’m so sorry. I was just so excited.”

“I know,” you soothe. “It’s okay, I’m no worse for wear. And now,” you continue, softly patting Aaron’s chest, “we should all get some rest. It sounds like we’re going to have our hands full very soon.”

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wishuhadstayed · 3 years ago

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Dress (Part 1)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word Count: 1865

Summary: Aaron and reader have been friends a long time, but could they be something more?

Warnings:angst, canon typical violence, mentions of domestic violence (please let me know if I’ve missed any)

Author’s Note: Who doesn’t love a good friends to lovers fic? (No smut this time, but you’re going to wanna stick around for part 2 😏)

Masterlist

Usually after a long case, the first thing you wanted was to get away from the BAU and get home as soon as possible; but not tonight. You stayed well after most of the team had left, your work keeping you from being alone with your thoughts.

A soft hand on your shoulder in the mostly deserted office startles you, making you jump.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” a deep familiar voice resounds. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

As they round your desk, you take in a welcome sight.

“Aaron,” you breathe with a sigh of relief. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“Bad memories?” He inquires.

Nodding, you reply. “Didn’t want to be alone.”

Not only was he the unit chief, but also your friend of many years.

He had known this case would take its toll on you.

For the last week and a half, your team had been on the trail of a man brutally murdering a string of similarly beautiful young women, while working up to the true target of his abusive rage; an ex-girlfriend.

You were usually able to keep your composure around the horrors of the field and almost nothing rattled you. But this case struck uncomfortably close to home.

Years ago, while he was still a law student, Aaron had been your constant companion in the hospital as you recovered from a beating inflicted by your own rage-fueled ex.

“Rationally, I know there’s nothing to be afraid of,”

“Let me stop you right there,” he cuts in, taking your hand. “That bastard beat you nearly within an inch of your life. It makes sense that it still bothers you sometimes. Especially after such a similar case.”

“I’ll be alright, Aaron, really,” you reassure, patting his chest with a half-hearted smile.

His profiler’s intuition sees right through your flimsy assurances.

“You’re coming home with me,” he insists, “Whether you think you need to or not. Now scoot,” he teases, lightly swatting your backside with a folder.

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“Make yourself at home,” he says, leading you through the front door.

“Thanks again, Aaron,” you respond. “You know you didn’t have to do this.”

“I know,” comes his reply. “But I wanted to.”

With that you scurry off to the bathroom, desperately ready to get out of your work clothes. Then it hits you.

Your go bag. You’d left it in your car. You had no clothes except the ones on your back. Crap.

“Uh Aaron?” You call from the bathroom doorway.

“Yeah?”

“We have a situation.”

“Do we now?”

“Ummm, I seem to have left my go bag in my car at the office so I have no clean clothes.”

“Well, that is a problem isn’t it?” He replies with a shit-eating grin. “Guess you’ll just have to sleep naked.”

He bursts into laughter at the look of shock plastered across your face. “I’m just kidding, Y/N,” he says, trying to catch his breath. “You can have one of my shirts, and a pair of my boxers if you want as well.”

He disappears into his bedroom and returns a few moments later, holding the clothes out to you.

“Thanks again,” you tell him with a sheepish grin. “I feel like such an idiot.”

“Yes,” he replies playfully. “But you’re my favorite idiot.”

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You emerged minutes later clad in nothing but his shirt and your underwear to find him still up, relaxed on the couch, watching a movie.

He pats the cushion beside him, inviting you to join him; seemingly taking no notice of the fact that you’re not wearing any pants.

You sit next to him, close, but not touching and he drapes his arm around the back of the couch just above your shoulders.

Before you knew it, you had scooted closer, laying you head on his shoulder. His hand draped over your upper arm, fingertips mindlessly stroking as he watched the screen.

The combination of his warmth and gentle touch was soothing, and the next thing he knew you were asleep with your head in his lap. You looked so peaceful, just like an angel and he couldn’t bear to disturb you.

Then suddenly you were flinching in your sleep. Stroking your hair, he tried to calm you but the next moment you sat bolt upright,crying, screaming, and slapping at him. You were awake, but obviously disoriented.

Nightmares, he realized. Again.

You had dealt with the same affliction when he had stayed with you in the hospital years earlier. It broke his heart to see you struggling with it again.

Softly capturing your flailing arms, he presses your palm to his chest.

“Hey, it’s me,” he states. “It’s Aaron. Everything is okay, I’m here. You’re safe with me.”

Slowly the look of sheer terror fades from your face and your eyes come back into focus.

“There she is,” he whispers, thumb softly stroking your jaw.

“What happened?” You ask, your brain still slightly foggy.

“You had a nightmare,” he says, pulling you into his arms for a tight hug.

“I’m so embarrassed,” you reply, unable to meet his caring gaze.

Softly swiping the hair from your forehead and a tear from your cheek, he responds.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I think you should stay here tonight. You can take my bed, I’ll sleep in the guest room.”

Rising he heads to prepare the room when your hand on his forearm stops him dead in his tracks.

“Please don’t leave me, Aaron.”

The pleading look on your face tugs at his heartstrings again. Next thing you knew, he had scooped you up in his arms and carried you to his bedroom.

Pulling back the covers, he settles you both into bed, and you press closely into his side. As your head lays on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat slowly lulls you back to sleep.

When your breathing slows and he’s sure that you’re soundly sleeping, he slowly eases out of bed trying to do the polite thing and sleep in the next room.

He makes it to the door before the absence of his body heat stirs you awake. The sound of your small voice from across the room halts his steps.

“Where are you going?” You ask, a confused look on your still sleepy face.

“I was just going to settle down in the guest room,” he replies. “Everything’s fine,” he reassures. “Go back to sleep.”

He turns to the door when a single word from your lips stops him cold.

“Wait.”

He turns back slowly, awaiting the rest of your thought.

“Aaron I need you.”

Your words stun him, like a shock straight to the heart. Taking in his puzzled expression, you continue.

“Please lay down with me. I don’t think I can be alone right now.”

He’s across the room in a few long strides. Climbing back into bed, he pulls you back into his side and your arm drapes around his waist, hand lightly resting on his solid chest.

Just as he’s about to drift off to sleep, you look up at his ever beautiful face.

“Aaron?”

“Hmmm?” He acknowledges, the sound reverberating through his chest.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

A small smile forms on his lips and he softly kisses your forehead.

“Anything for you, Y/N.”

——————————————————————————Monday afternoon found you at Emily’s desk, catching up on gossip. You always made it a habit to catch up on her wild weekend stories.

As she was chatting away about her latest exploits, Hotch passed by the desk on the way to his office, casting a long glance in your direction.

“What was that?” Emily asks, her voice snapping you back to the conversation.

“What was what?”

“You didn’t see the way Hotch just looked at you?”

“What do you mean, Em? We’re friends. He looks at me all the time.”

“Not like that, he doesn’t,” she replies. “What’s going on with you two?”

“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about, Emily.”

“Oh don’t give me that,” she scoffs. “I know there’s more to the story here.”

“Okay,” you relent with a sigh. “I’ll tell you but you have to promise on pain of death that you won’t tell anyone.”

“Deal,” she says, leaning in with a wicked glint in her eye. “Now spill.”

“I spent the night with Hotch after the last case,” you whisper.

“Oh my GOD!” She squeals. “YOU HAD SEX WITH HOTCH?”

“Jesus, Emily,” you say, smacking her arm. “Think you could say that a little louder? I think there’s one person on the sixth floor who didn’t hear you.”

“Sorry,” she apologizes with a sheepish grin. “Did you though? Have sex with him?”

“What? Emily, no. He’s my best friend. He doesn’t have feelings for me like that. You all know my background. Well that case got under my skin. It scared me, Em. So he invited me to stay with him so I didn’t have to be alone. Long story short, I had a nightmare and he held me all night while I slept, that’s all. No big deal.”

“No big deal? Are you serious? I’ll tell you what if you haven’t had sex with him yet, you should because that man is in love with you.”

“You can’t be serious,” you reply. “It’s nothing, really. He’s my best friend, always has been.”

“Y/N, a man who doesn’t love you wouldn’t treat you like that, trust me. Plus, I saw the way he looked at you and I have a sneaking suspicion that the feeling is mutual.”

“Emily,” you begin with a roll of your eyes.

“Don’t ‘Emily’ me, woman,” she cuts you off. “If you don’t put on a sexy dress and show up at that man’s door, I swear to god I will haunt you when I die.”

“I can’t Em. He’s just a friend, nothing more. He doesn’t even find me attractive.”

“Honey,” she replies, placing a hand on your wrist. “You? In one of MY dresses? If he doesn’t find that attractive he’s either blind or dead.”

“Fine,” you relent. “But you owe me, big time.”

“You may be rethinking that when you can’t sit down for a week,” she grins. “Plus, it’ll be you who owes me. I want all the dirty details.”

“If you insist,” you reply. “But I’m telling you there won’t be any.”

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The next few weeks Emily’s words were a constant buzz in the back of your head. You tried to return to work as normal, tried being the operative word.

During the next case you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, wondering if Emily might be right. He looked so good in that FBI vest.

Everything seemed to be going according to plan, almost too well. The team had tracked down the unsub and was going in for the capture with Hotch at the helm when a hail of gunfire erupted, several of the rounds narrowly avoiding the fearless leader.

Luckily he came away unscathed, but at that moment, an image of your life without him flashed before your eyes and you knew what you had to.

Your first call upon returning home was to Emily.

“I think I need to borrow that dress.”

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maximoff-pan · 3 years ago

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gia’s flufftober 2021 masterlist

Hi everyone! I’m excited to announce that I am going to be participating in flufftober 2021! Below is a masterlist of what's to come in the next few weeks based on the prompts this year :)

Each post for this event will be tagged with #flufftober2021 and #giasflufftober

I’d also like to note that some of these may be altered depending on how my inspirations change, so none of the characters are fully cemented for each prompt. These may also not be posted exactly to the schedule because it’s a lot to write in such a short amount of time for me, but I’ll try my best to keep on track! (if it starts getting overwhelming, I’ll probably stick to posting every other day)

*the orders of the days are also subject to change, meaning that prompt one may not be posted on day one - it could be posted on day fifteen for example. Basically, the order you see here may not exactly apply, it’s just for the sake of the challenge and the masterlist.

I hope you darlings enjoy!

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Prompts

1. winning a teddy for the other - steve rogers: carnival fun - 900+ words

2. sneaking out together - sirius black

3. lazy sundays - lance sweets

4. sparklers & fireworks - fred weasley: my heart goes kaboom for you - 800+ words

5. watching the sunrise - tenth doctor: earth, wind, & fire - 600+ words

6. fireman’s carry - merlin (bbc)

7. meddling friends - spencer reid: meddling kids coworkers - 1.9k words

8. cooking lessons - dean winchester

9. text messages - sam winchester

10. pillow fight - peter maximoff

11. love notes - bucky barnes

12. sleepy kiss - harry potter

13. pillow talk - steve harrington

14. slow dancing - charlie weasley

15. silly traditions - emily prentiss

16. falling asleep together - peter parker

17. domestic fluff - joey tribbiani

18. costumes - penelope garcia

19. flowers - neville longbottom

20. secret crush - james potter

21. knuckle kiss - benedict bridgerton

22. flirting at work - derek morgan

23. hold me in your arms - draco malfoy

24. caught in the rain - remus lupin

25. cuddling & snuggling - alex summers

26. new hobby together - stiles stilinski

27. “I’m cold” - “Here, have my jacket” - poe dameron

28. soothing baths - chandler bing

29. up against the wall kiss - aaron hotchner

30. fall asleep in my lap - hermione granger

31. holiday traditions - george weasley

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boldlyvoid · 3 years ago

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october schedule

October 3rd - CM fanfic week: day 1

Wheels Up 9.4K

Characters: Spencer Reid, Reader (Y/N), Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Savannah Hayes, Emily Prentiss, Elle Greenaway, Tara Lewis, Jennifer Jareau, Matt Simmons, Luke Alvez

Summary: JJ goes on maternity leave, Spencer falls in love with her replacement that he's supposed to be mentoring, Emily Prentiss and Elle Greenaway work a case together that brings Simmons and Alvez in for help...

Warnings: Genius!Reader, mutual pining, idiots in love, drinking, star gazing, lots of fluff, mentions of past assault, grooming, drug addiction, spencer's trauma, Abductions, Rape, Murder (typical canon violence)

October 4th - cmfw day 2:

Crystal Clear 4.4K

Summary: With Emily finally back from the dead, it seems like the best time for Y/N and Spencer to vow to love each other till death do us part.

warnings: mentions of Emily's death, allusions to sex, weddings, drinking mentions.

October 5th - cmfw day 3:

Knockout 800

Pairing: Landlord!Derek x tenant!Reader

Summary: Derek has the worst timing when it comes to the beautiful woman who's renting one of his homes.

Warnings: walking in on someone naked -- general awkwardness, kissing, sexual inuendos, (always let me know what else I need to tag)

October 6th - Emily Prentiss birthday bingo/ cmfw day 4:

Let the Memory Live Again 2.1K

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

Summary: of all the endings she could have worried up in her mind, she never imagined Emily Prentiss would leave her like this.

Warnings: bi reader, allusions to sex, angst, mentions of character death, depression, talk of murder, side spencer x reader but she turns him down

October 7th - cmfw day 5:

Family Dynamics 5.6K

Summary: Spencer's daughter is afraid to tell him about her boyfriend, thinking he'll be too overprotective of her so she makes a plan to get him to ease up a bit.

content warnings: Spencers daughter POV opens the fic up, sibling dynamics between Indie and Henry, child-like teasing, first dates, reader is a single mom, Spencer's wife died in childbirth, general fluff, kissing, JJ and Spencer are besties in this

(not doing days 6 and 7 as full fics anymore)

October 13th - Thorn fic

October 25th - Hallo-ween (spence)

October 26th - House Calls (wes)

October 27th - Spector Spooktacular (Raymond)

October 28th - The Reid Family (spence)

October 29th - Trick or Treat (Franklin)

October 30th - Rated R for Revenge (chip)

October 31st - Black Magic (spence)

#writer things #cmficweek #criminal minds smut #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid x reader #derek morgan x reader #emily prentiss x female reader

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wishuhadstayed · 3 years ago

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Maybe a Little Tired (Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader)

Parings: Aaron Hotchner × fem!reader

Word Count: 655

Tags/Warnings: SFW, typical CM canon violence, mentions of rape & torture, fluff, Aaron being absolutely adorable even when he’s serious, pet names, some suggestive language

Summary: Aaron gets burned by the coffee pot

Authors Note: this was based on a request by @originalsoulduck. I hope y’all enjoy this small fluffy piece ❤️

MASTERLIST

Walking through the threshold into your shared home, Aaron sets his briefcase down and tosses his keys into the bowl by the door. Shrugging off his jacket, he walks into the kitchen and looks at the clock.

10:00PM

He sighs, turns on the coffee pot, and silently hopes he can finish the reports before you realize he isn’t in bed yet.

While the coffee is brewing, he grabs his briefcase and retreats into his office, throwing his jacket over the chair. Taking the case files out, he sorts through them. One of them in particular made even Jeffrey Dahmer look tame - three women, brutally raped and tortured in Chicago with body parts that were sawed off antimortem and thrown into the Chicago River. Flipping through the file, Aaron realizes how thankful he is that you don’t have to see the gruesome and disturbing parts of his world.

It's the harsh beeping of the coffee pot that finally pulls him out of his thoughts. He sits down the file, pads into the kitchen, and reaches for a coffee cup out of the cabinet.

He reaches too fast, hand brushing up against the scalding pot and he yelps, jerking back as his brows furrow further together.

He doesn’t see you come out of the bedroom at the sound of his scream, and as you go to ask him what’s wrong, he puts his hand on his forehead and scoffs. “Motherfucker, can you not?,” he asks, sending a deep glare in the coffee pot's direction.

Still standing behind him, you can’t help but laugh, and Aaron raises his eyebrows and turns around.

“How long have you been standing there?” he asks, crossing his arms and running his pointer finger and thumb over each other.

Still giggling, you walk towards him and wrap your arms around his torso. “Long enough to hear you shit talk an inanimate object.”

Feeling of your warm body flush with his, he wraps his arms around you, rubbing circles on your back. “I’ve had a long day,” he mumbles into your hair. “I couldn’t help it. What was so funny? That stupid thing burned me.”

Raising your chin to his chest, you look up at him with a grin. He looks so boyish like this - his jacket is shed, the tie he once had in pristine condition is now loose and wrinkled around his neck, there’s a slight pout on his face from you making fun of him, and his hair is tousled like he had been running his fingers through it - he looked cute.

“It’s funny because out of all the things you could curse at, you chose a coffee pot,” you answer, raising up and giving him a soft kiss. “Honey, you go to work everyday saving lives and making sure the scum of the earth pay for what they do, even if that means you get hurt. I’ve seen you come home some days looking like you’ve been hit by a bus,”

He laughs, and leans down to kiss your forehead.

“You act like it’s nothing and take it in stride. Hell, Aaron you’ve been shot at, blown up, stabbed,” you emphasize the last word, feeling his grip become tighter around your body. “… and the coffee pot is what set you off? Of all things?”

He shrugs, pulls you tighter and buries his nose in your hair, kissing your scalp, “It was a reflex… and I might be a little tired.”

“How about instead of doing paperwork, you come to bed with me and I’ll get you out of that suit and into some comfy pajamas, hmm?,” you whisper into his shirt.

He puts his head into your neck and growls, nipping at your throat while his hands move down your waist, grabbing your ass. “Mmm my sexy wife is going to undress me, huh?,” he mumbles, taking your earlobe between his teeth, “I like the sound of that.”

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wishuhadstayed · 3 years ago

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Raining on Sunday

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word count: 1.6K

Summary: reader helps Hotch unwind after a long case

Warnings: slight angst, language, soft smut, oral (female receiving), SubHotch, dirty talk, praise kink

Author’s Note: oh Jesus. My first attempt at smut. Please be nice 🥺 inspired by Keith Urban’s song Raining on Sunday. Highly recommend that you listen for the full experience!

(P.S. I am tagging my whole tag list, please note that this contains smut under the cut. If that’s not your thing, just let me know and I will keep you on the regular tag list, no hurt feelings! ☺️)

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When Aaron came over after a long case, his mind was always preoccupied. Physically, he was sitting in the same room, but mentally he was a thousand miles away; haunted by horrors you could never begin to imagine.

“Aaron,” you whisper softly, placing a gentle hand on his thigh.

“Yes baby?” He inquires, covering your hand with his much larger one; your gentle touch bringing him back to the present.

“You had me worried there for a minute,” you reply. “I think you really need to relax. Let me help take your mind off of things.”

“What did you have in mind?” He asks with a devilish grin.

Rising up from the couch and reaching your hand out to him you reply teasingly, “I’ve got a few ideas.”

Taking your hand, the usually well in charge man lets you lead him down the hall to the bedroom; the sight of your softly swaying hips a mesmerizing sight.

As the door clicks shut behind him, rain begins to fall; washing away his last bit of restraint.

Before you can turn around, you feel him press against your back. His tongue finds a tender spot on your neck, making your knees go weak and heat pool between your thighs.

He lifts the hem of your shirt and you instinctively raise your arms, allowing him to slip it off and discard it on the floor; leaving your bare breasts exposed to the chill of the room.

He lifts you easily, placing your back on the bed with your lower legs dangling towards the floor. His lips press into yours for a wet, hungry kiss. Pausing momentarily, he drinks in the sight of your gorgeous body before resuming his trail of searing hot kisses down your abdomen.

As he kneels on the ground between your legs, you feel the pressure from his fingertips on your hips as he slides off your already soaked satin panties.

“So wet for me already,” he teases with a smile, bowing his head between your thighs and locking them in with his strong arms.

His skillful tongue finds your clit immediately and he moans as you writhe with pleasure; sending ripples of sheer bliss coursing through your body. You involuntarily grabbed a handful of his thick hair as your hips arched to meet his mouth.

As he continues his worship between your legs, he can sense your peak drawing near by your short gasps for breath. One last swirl of his tongue is enough to send you crashing over the edge.

Legs shaking and hands pulling at his hair you whimper, “Oh Aaron, oh god, AARON!”

As the last traces of your pleasure fade away, he comes up for air, still fully clothed, with a look a sheer, aching need.

“Baby,” he manages to whisper, placing his hands on your thighs.

His silent plea is heard and answered.

Both standing, you pull him in by his tie and suddenly the roles are reversed. Kneeling between his legs, you begin slowly stripping off his clothing.

You run your hand through his messy hair, down the nape of his neck until your palm cups his chiseled jaw. He turns his cheek into your palm, savoring the feel of your cool hand on his already flushed skin.

A look of painful longing graces his perfect face and you can’t help but indulge him, just a little. Leaning in, you brush your lips against his ever so softly and he responds with a low moan of desire.

You return to the business at hand, slowly loosening the knot of his tie, the silky fabric making it that much more difficult. You finally manage to undo the knot, leaving the tie draped loosely around his broad shoulders.

Leaning into him, your breasts press against his body as you reach your arms around his back, untucking the hem of his dress shirt from his painfully well-fitted slacks. You feel the rumbles through his chest as he lets out a low curse.

“Damn, I want you so bad.”

He’s not getting off that easy.

To his credit, he waits patiently, quietly eyeing your gorgeous curves as you unbutton his shirt.

“You’re being such a good boy for me honey,” you praise him, softly stroking his hair and pressing a tender, wet kiss to his neck.

“I think you deserve a treat,” you smile wickedly as you grab the hem of his undershirt.

Your fingertips graze his sides, sending shivers of anticipation through his body as you lift the fabric to reveal his scarred abdomen.

You could feel him tense with self-consciousness as your fingers traced one of the pale marks, but you had a different feeling entirely in mind for him.

You kneel once again between his thighs, one hand holding up the hem of shirt, the other gliding from his thigh to the small of his back.

Pressing your warm mouth to one of the lines on his lower stomach, you allow your tongue to slowly trace from end to the other, immediately causing his brain to short-circuit from the intense pleasure.

As you continue lavishing attention to his belly, nipping, kissing, and sucking bruises into his skin, you notice a change in his posture.

He relaxes back, propped up on his elbows, head leaned back, eyes closed. Thoroughly enjoying the delicious torture that you’re inflicting upon him.

Suddenly, a deep sinful moan graces your ears.

“Ohhhhh my fucking god,” he breathes, fists clenching the bedsheets desperately.

As you softly nip at his overly sensitive skin, the pitch of his voice heightens slightly.

“Ohhh, fuck me,” he whimpers. “Oh god,” he begs, “PLEASE fuck me.”

“Such a needy baby,” you murmur, your hands sliding from his back slowly down to his toned thighs.

He squirms under your tender touch, the fabric at his groin growing uncomfortably tight.

“How badly do you want me, honey?”

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole life,” he whispers. “I want you more than a man dying of thirst wants a sip of water.”

Well pleased with his answer, you casually unbuckle his belt. His pulse races as you unfasten his slacks and slide them, along with his boxers, down his thighs; finally freeing his painfully hard cock.

A small whimper escapes your lips at the sight of his impressive size as you move to straddle his lap.

That familiar aching heat returns to your core, burning hotter as your hand guides his exquisitely sensitive tip to your slick entrance.

As you slowly sink onto his generous length, the delicious stretch is enough to take your breath away.

“Oh baby,” you whine, digging your nails into his still clothed shoulder. “Such a good boy.”

Basking in the praise and the overwhelming sensation of your tight cunt, he blushes, burying his face in your breasts. “You feel like heaven,” he whispers.

You cautiously begin to move,languidly bobbing up and down, each stroke of his cock fanning the flames of your desire.

You wrap your arms around him, one hand at his hip, the other caressing his back as your hips continue rocking into each other.

He shivers with bliss as your lips migrate from his chest to his neck. Running you fingers through his hair, you nip at a particularly sensitive spot. He tenses immediately with a sharp inhale, followed by a strangled, breathy groan.

“Fuck I’m so close,”

“I know baby,” you console, but before you can finish your thought, his hand is between your legs; the pad of his thumb swirling at your clit.

A small squeal falls from your lips, pressure mounting in your lower belly until sheer ecstasy washes over you.

The feeling of your tight pussy clenching around his length is just enough to push him over the edge, breathy moans murmured against your skin as he finishes inside you.

Hands shaking, he rests his head on your shoulder for a moment, his energy entirely spent.

“How do you feel, angel?” you inquire, fingers lightly stroking his back as you rise from his lap, softly perching on his thigh.

“Tired,” he replies with a contented sigh.

“Satisfied?”

“Beyond.”

“We should get cleaned up,” you suggest softly patting his hand.

He allows you to finish undressing him, your hands gliding over his body as you remove all of his clothes, except the tie, which had already been lost to the floor at some point.

Once again taking his hand, you lead the way to the master bathroom, where you run a relaxing, hot bath and coax him in.

As you slip in behind him, he melts into you right away; his head leaning back on your shoulder with a blissful expression as you wrap your arms around his waist.

With his head already resting on your shoulder, you wet his thick hair and lather it with shampoo, your fingers gently massaging his scalp.

A low rumble emanates from his chest.

“That feels so good,” he breathes, his hand softly gripping your thigh.

You rinse the suds from his hair, careful not to get any in his eyes.

“We should probably get out before the water gets cold,” you mention, gingerly pressing kisses to his shoulder.

He rises reluctantly, and after you’ve both toweled dry, he grabs your hand, following you to bed.

Lying down, he drapes his arm around your waist, laying his head on your breasts. His legs tangle with yours in the sheets; he just can’t get close enough.

The rain continues to pour as you stroke his back and run your fingers through his soft hair.

As he drifts off into blissful unconsciousness, the last thing he hears is your soothing voice.

“I love you, my darling.”

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will-on-the-internet · 3 years ago

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TAKING REQUESTS AND UPDATES!

Hiya everyone! I just want to say that after a very busy May and early June where I did no writing, I am opening my requests back up! They can be for:

Blurbs

Headcanons

Full fics!

And they can be with these characters and ships (please don't ask for something outside of this list, your request will be deleted! And yes, I will add Tara, Matt and Luke soon, I just haven't met them yet so please chill, I'm not being mean to them!):

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

Hotchreid/Heid

Moreid

Morcia

Mortch/Hotchgan

Penemily

BAU Team as family!

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Please only send requests through my ask box, with your character/ship, request idea, and what type of thing you want, aka Spencer Reid domestic headcanons! Anon is open, so don't be shy!

If I'm not okay with a certain request, I'll either delete it or reject it with an explanation as to why, but still feel free to send in whatever!

And if you would like a request including smut or 18+ content, please only send it to my NSFW account at @midnightreid I will not be accepting NSFW requests on this account! That account also has anon asks on so again, don't be shy! And all the same ships/characters and formats apply!

Now, a couple other things! I do still have my 1 year celebration open, and will be trying to complete everything for that AND my 800 follower celebration by the end of this month! So if anyone has pieces still waiting then they'll be out by the end of June! The people still waiting are: @saspencereid @reidsnose @luvofyourlifeliv @ssahotchswifemain @scandinavian-punk @spencers-renaissance @reidemandweep @madswonders @earthmetals @alltooreid @cacoetheswriting @reidingmelodies @b-a-utiful @ellesgreenaway

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wishuhadstayed · 3 years ago

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I will never NOT want Hotch asks in my inbox, just saying 👀

#1 800 aaron hotchner #asks #come chat

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wishuhadstayed · 3 years ago

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nooooo I’m so sad now fr

okay so anyways idk how you feel about it but the idea of Daddy!Hotch & virgin or innocent!reader. he takes it slow making sure you really want this and you really want him (of course you do because he’ll have you seen him!????🤤). you’re so eager for Daddy’s thick, fat cock and your mouth watering for him but of course he doesn’t immediately give you what you want. he makes you sit on his lap in your cute little golf skirt you wore with him earlier that day as you straddle his thigh and grind against his pants in your cotton panties. the rough feeling of his slacks against your clothed clit makes you just hsjsjdjdjs and you almost cum right then😵‍💫. but of course he doesn’t let you because he wants to feel you get off around his cock. as he kisses your neck, running his tongue down your throat, his hand finds its spot in your panties, running it through your folds and gathering the slick on his finger as he brings it up to stuff it in your mouth so you can taste yourself on him.. the mixture of the salt from his sweat and your juices together almost make you cum but not before he shoves his fingers down your throat watching the pretty little tears fall from your face as you choke on his thick fingers. his other hand gripping your hip and holding you down so you don’t stop all while whispering “oh sweet girl, you’re close aren’t you?”, and as you mumble “mmhhhmm” around his fingers he mocks “oh baby Daddy can’t hear you, what did you say?” and you bury your head into his shoulder trying desperately not to cum without his permission. “filthy girl, getting Daddy’s pants soaked. you’re not as innocent as I thought are you?”

oh and ofc when he finally does slide into you, you’re dropping and beyond ready.

“oh sweet girl, so nice and wet for me. Daddy’s good girl, you are. so obedient for me”

Soooooo this is ridiculously hot for no reason and maybe one of my beloved mutuals and I may be RUNNING with this general idea 😏

Stick around if you’d like more detail…

Also, if you want to chat on the regular, feel free to pick an emoji and hang around, so I’ll know it’s you when you come back 🥰

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wishuhadstayed · 3 years ago

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It Takes a Village

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word Count: about 3000

Summary: when the Hotchner fam is in need, it’s a good thing to have many helping hands. Part 9 to Begin Again.

Warnings: mentions of blood and pregnancy complications

Author’s Note: I really am sorry for that cliffhanger y’all. 😬 I’m just glad you still love me after being gone for like, a literal year. Shoutout to @agent-laufeyson you’re the best 💜 (PS, please ignore Haley in the below gif, also please picture Hotch in the hospital in casual clothes.) 😌

Previous Chapter

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For a moment, Aaron’s whole world stopped turning. A cold, familiar sense of dread settled into his chest at the words, “You all may want to sit down for this.”

“Not again,” he thought. “I can’t do this again, we can’t do this again.”

“God please,” he begged internally, slumping into a chair, “if you’re listening, please don’t take her. We need her.”

Suddenly, the voice of a surgeon cut through the silent room like a knife.

“Sir, your wife lost a significant amount of blood. We had no choice but to perform an emergency c-section. Although your daughter is slightly pre-term, she seems to be in good health. However, we would like to keep her a while for monitoring.”

“And my wife?” He inquires, voice trembling with fear.

“It was touch and go there for a while, but we were able to locate the source of bleeding and get it under control. Your wife is out of surgery. She’s stable, but she is very weak and currently asleep. She will also be hospitalized for recovery. At least a week most likely, maybe longer.”

“Mama’s gonna be okay?” Jack pipes up.

“Yes, she is buddy,” Aaron replies, ruffling his hair. “Thanks to that doctor.”

“Thanks for making my mama feel better.”

“You’re most welcome,” the surgeon replied. “You and your dad can go visit her now. The rest of you will have to wait. She needs her rest. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you doctor,” Aaron says, shaking his hand with a sigh of relief.

“You go Aaron,” Rossi encourages, clapping him on the shoulders before he even had a chance to turn around. “Go see your wife and baby. We’ll wait.”

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Entering your hospital room, Aaron thought your sleeping face was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Sitting on the side of your hospital bed, he grabbed hand as you stirred awake.

“Hello Angel,” he murmurs as you take everything in. “You gave us quite a scare,” he mentions, softly caressing your face.

“The baby,” you whisper, touching his hand.

“Ssssshhhh,” he soothes. “The baby is fine. She’s in the nursery. You just rest okay?”

Instant relief washes over your face. “Jack?”

“I’m right here mama!” he exclaims, scrambling into Aaron’s lap.

“I want to see the baby,” you tell Aaron.

“I know darling, but you really need your rest.”

“I NEED to see her, Aaron.” You plead.

Taking the hint, he begins to rise. “Jack why don’t you stay with mama, while I go talk to the nurse, okay?”

“Okay Daddy,” he agrees, climbing in the bed next to you.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better mama,” Jack says, looking up at you with the sweetest face.

“Me too, baby,” you reply. “Are you ready to meet your sister?”

“Yeah!” he exclaims with a look of excitement. “Can I hold her?”

“Of course you can buddy, as long as you’re careful,” Aaron replies as he re-enters the room. “The nurses are bringing her down.”

A few minutes later a nurse arrives holding a tiny pink blanket. “Who wants to hold her first?” She inquires.

“You should hold her first, Aaron,” you suggest.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he insists. “You’ve been the strongest, bravest mom I know already. You should hold her first.”

As the nurse places the tiny, squirming bundle with her father’s dark hair in your arms, all the stress and chaos of the day seems to just melt away.

As you free a tiny hand from the swaddle so she can grasp your finger, her eyes flutter open.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” you wonder aloud.

“Absolutely lovely,” Aaron muses, draping his arm around your shoulders. “Just like her mother.”

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Meanwhile, cooped up in the waiting area, the BAU team began to grow restless.

“Maybe we should get out of the hospital and go shopping while we wait,” Garcia suggests. “I think Y/N deserves all the gifts and pretty things today.”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” JJ questions.

“TARGET RUN!” all three women exclaim in unison.

They all wandered the aisles like kids in a candy store.

“I’m getting her balloons,” Penelope says. “Like so many pink balloons. Nobody can feel bad with that many balloons.”

“Flowers,” Rossi chimes in. “We should get her plenty of flowers to make the room cheerful.”

“We’ll have to get those from hospital gift shop,” JJ comments.

“I’d want chocolate,” Emily suggests. “Chocolate helps everything.”

“Look,” Morgan says, showing a pink stuffed bunny to Garcia. “It’s cute right? For the baby?”

“It’s perfect, Derek,” she assures, grabbing his hand. “Very cute.”

“Oh, a memory book,” Reid mentions. “So they can write down details every day.”

“Leave it to the genius to pick out a book,” Morgan jokes with a playful shove.

“Settle down, boys.” JJ cuts in. “As much as I’m sure she’ll appreciate the pretty gifts, she did just have a baby,” she reminds the group. “She needs some practical things too, trust me.” As she picks out a blanket and a pacifier, Henry begins to grow restless. As she picked up a snack for him, another idea crossed her mind.

“We should get something for Jack, too,” she thought aloud. “LEGOs. He loves LEGOs. And some gummy bears.”

A sudden ringing startles everyone.

“Ssssshhhhhhh,” Garcia commands as she puts the phone on speaker. “It’s Y/N! Quiet!”

“Hello my angel dear,” she lilts, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m very tired, but otherwise happy and healthy,” you report. “Is everyone with you?”

“We’re all here,” JJ chimes in.

“Hi everyone!” You reply. “In that case, I have news. The nurses have said that we’re allowed to have visitors first thing in the morning, if you’d like to see our newest addition.”

“Oh, wild horses could not keep us away, ma’am.” Penelope assures. “We’ll see you all bright and early.”

“Not too early, Penny,” you remind her. “You gotta give me a chance to wake up first.”

“Right, sooooo 10am then?”

“It’s a date.”

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That evening, you soaked up as much family time as possible before the wave of visitors began. Aaron was a natural, as you’d known he would be from seeing him with Jack.

Watching him with the baby was quickly becoming your favorite pastime. The look of sheer enchantment on his face as he held her close and rocked her made you fall a little more in love with him every moment.

“Daddy loves you so much,” he coos to the tiny bundle in his arms.

“What?” he questions as he catches you watching.

“Oh nothing,” you reply, ruffling Jack’s hair as he slept by your side. “Just wondering how I got so lucky.”

“I think it’s me who got lucky. I thought I’d never love again. I was so closed off. I was prepared to spend the rest of my life as a single dad, doing everything on my own. Now,” he chokes out, “now I’d fall apart without you.”

“Good thing you’ve got two of us now to keep you boys in line then,” you return with a wicked grin. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger already.”

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When you awoke the next morning, you were greeted by the most beautiful sight. Aaron still asleep in the recliner next your bed, his arm cradling the sleeping baby on his chest. While you hated to disturb the peaceful scene, you knew the team would be arriving as soon as the clock struck 10.

“Aaron,” you whisper. “Aaron, wake up,” slightly louder this time. He stirs awake, moving slowly so as not to wake the sleeping child.

“What is it babe?”

“The team will be here soon,” you inform him.

“Ah. I should go get ready,” he replies.

“Mama, can I hold her while dad gets ready?” Jack asks, startling the both of you.

“Oh buddy, I didn’t realize you were awake,” you say to him. “Of course you can hold her if you want.”

Jack scrambled into your lap as Aaron rounded the bed.

“Just be really careful with her bud,” Aaron reminds him as he settles the baby on his lap.

“I will dad,” he replies.

As Aaron walked away, the baby’s eyes fluttered open and she let out a small cry.

“Here, why don’t you give her a pacifier?” you suggest.

“Sssshhhh, don’t cry,” he says, giving her the pacifier, and then softly stroking her head.

“What do you think about your baby sister, Jack?”

“She’s pretty, Mama, just like you.”

“Thank you baby,” you reply. “That’s very sweet. I love you.”

“I love you too, mama.”

“And I love you all,” Aaron adds.

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A short while later, a knock at the door alerts you that your visitors have arrived.

“You ready for this?” Aaron asks as he walks to the door.

“I’ve never been more ready. I just know they’re gonna be so in love with her.”

Aaron opens the door and the team flows in with their myriad of gifts.

Penelope hands off her bouquet of balloons to Derek and rushes over to hug you.

“Oh Y/N,” she gushes, cupping your face. “You look beautiful. It’s so good to see you, we were all worried sick.”

“Thank you Penny,” you reply, eyeing the room. “I’m assuming the shopping spree was your idea.”

“Oh shush woman,” she scolds. “You deserve it. We wanted your room to cozy and pretty because we heard you’re going to be here for a while. Sue us.”

“Thank you all for the gifts, you really didn’t have to do any of that,” you reply, tearing up as you address the whole room. “Just being there for us when we needed you the most was all we could ask for and you’ve gone above and beyond.”

“This is the least we could do, really,” JJ assures, softly rubbing your hand.

“Oh fine, be modest if you insist,” you reply with an eye roll. “I’d open all the gifts now, but I imagine you’re all much more interested in our slightly earlier than anticipated arrival.”

Seemingly for the first time since they came in, everyone notices Aaron’s presence and the little pink bundle in his arms.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” you continue, “the announcement you’ve all been waiting for. Introducing Miss Savannah Rose.”

“What a lovely name,” Emily chimes in.

“Thank you,” Aaron cuts in. “We would have told you all sooner but we actually just decided on it while we were here,” he says beaming down at his perfectly content infant daughter. “You can all hold her if you like.”

“I’m sure we’d all love to,” JJ replies, “but i think we should leave that you for now. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to spoil her rotten just as soon as she gets home.”

“Right! We just wanted to check on everyone and make sure you have everything you need,” Garcia adds.

“Well thanks to you guys, I think our hospital room is pretty well stocked. I just wish I could say the same for the nursery,” you say with a shrug.

“What’s wrong with the nursery?” Rossi inquires.

“I’m afraid that’s my fault,” Aaron admits. “Between me traveling so much for work and Y/N being pregnant and taking care of Jack, it got pushed to the wayside. I thought we had a bit more time.”

“Aaron, how many times do I have to tell you it’s not your fault?” you soothe, reaching for his hand. “We’ll figure it out together.”

“I know, I just wanted everything to be perfect for you.”

“It already is dear,” you assure him with a smile. “Why don’t you go get some coffee, you look exhausted.”

“Good idea babe,” he says, settling the baby into your arms.

“I could use a cup myself,” Morgan adds.

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“Derek, I need your help,” Aaron pleads, once out of earshot of the room.

“Of course man, anything you need.”

“We’re going to be in the hospital for about a week while Y/N recovers and I’m desperate to have a nice nursery for her when we get home, but I obviously can’t leave her alone. I know it’s a lot to ask, but is there anything you could do to help?”

“Sure thing man, don’t worry about it. That’s the best gift I could hope to give you.”

“You’re the best,” Aaron replies, slapping him on the shoulder. “Just don’t let Y/N find out, okay? I want it to be a surprise.”

“My lips are sealed,” Derek promises.

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That afternoon Derek had the whole team assembled in the nursery to get started.

“Alright everyone,” he begins, “We’ve got one week to make this the best surprise gift possible. Let’s make it happen.”

“What color should we paint it?” Penelope inquires.

“Got that covered already,” Derek replies while opening a paint can. “Purple. Hotch said it’s Y/N’s favorite color.”

“Oh Derek, it’s perfect!” she squealed, squeezing him tight. “She’s gonna adore it.”

“While the two of us are painting,” Penny addresses the group, “why don’t the rest of you do some some shopping?”

“Great idea, baby girl.” Morgan chimes in. “I think they’ve got the basics from the baby shower and I saw a crib and changing table in the garage, but I’m sure you guys can find things they’re missing.”

“Oh I think we’ve got this,” JJ states confidently. “Let’s get this show on the road,” she commands, herding Emily, Rossi, and Reid out the door.

When the group arrived back at the Hotchner house several hours later, the nursery walls were covered in a soft shade of lavender; as were Morgan and Garcia.

“I don’t know how you two managed to get any paint on the walls,” JJ said with a grin.

“Smile for the camera, you two,” Emily cuts in, snapping a picture on her phone as the couple hug and smile in their paint splattered clothes.

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The next day conversation flowed as team was busily assembling furniture. Rossi, Reid, and Morgan worked on the crib while Penny, Emily, and JJ tackled the changing table.

“Let me know if you ladies need any help,” Morgan mentions casually.

“Oh right,” Emily grumbles, “because OBVIOUSLY the women need a big, strong man’s help, right?”

“I didn’t say that,” Derek counters. “I was just offering.”

“Oh not only will we get ours done without your help, we’ll get it done faster,” Emily challenges.

“Oh yeah?”

“YEAH!” all three women reply in unison.

“You’re on,” Morgan accepts.

“Oh you’re so going down,” Penny taunts, throwing pieces of plastic wrapping at Derek.

“Losers buy sushi for lunch?” Rossi suggests.

“Oh that could be pretty expensive for you Dave,” JJ comments. “You sure you’re up for that?”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Rossi says, rolling his eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

Two hours later, as JJ and Emily were finishing up the crib, the men came dragging in, arms full of takeout bags.

“Say cheese!” Penelope squeals as she takes their picture. “For the bragging rights.”

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The next days were spent putting the finishing touches on the room.

A purple gradient butterfly mobile above the crib from JJ.

A bookshelf with a fully stocked library, specially selected by Reid. Emily places her floral covered photo album on top.

Lavender curtains with a shimmery overlay, Penelope’s contribution.

Derek’s stuffed bunny, carefully laid in a white gliding chair with purple cushions, which was generously paid for by Dave.

Derek lays a soft shag rug over the hardwood floor and drapes a plush floral blanket over the edge of the crib.

“I think that about does it, guys,” he says with a look of pride.

“You know, I bought them that photo album,” Emily comments, “it would be a shame if we didn’t put a few in there as a gift.”

“Yeah, but how do we get a picture of the whole group?” JJ wonders out loud.

“We could set a timer,” Penelope suggests.

“Yeah, but who sets the timer?” Reid asks, as he turns to see the whole group looking at him.

“Seriously guys?”

Between the camera falling over, closed eyes, and Spence not making it back before the timer, it took a few tries before there was a good group shot.

“And now a funny one,” Penny insists.

Once the photos, including the bloopers, have been printed and arranged in the album, JJ makes sure to write descriptions for each in the margins before setting it back on the shelf.

“Good job team,” Derek announces. “Our work here is done.”

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After all the chaos surrounding the birth and a full week in the hospital, nothing felt better than standing at the door of your house with the love of your life and your two beautiful children.

“You ready to finally get some rest, baby?” Aaron asks as he ushers you inside the house, one solid arm arm around the small of your back and Savannah in her carrier on the other.

“Yeah,” you sigh, dropping your purse on the coffee table and slipping off your shoes. “I just wish we didn’t still have to worry about the nursery,” you groan, plopping down onto the sofa.

“About that,” Aaron says with a mischievous grin, offering you his free hand.

“What are you up to, Aaron Hotchner?” You muse as he leads you down the hallway.

“Just trust me,” he assures, coming to a halt in front of the nursery door. “Close your eyes,” he requests.

“What is going on here?” you inquire again.

“Just close your eyes please, darling,” he asks. “For me.”

“Alright, alright,” you comply, “this better be good.”

“Don’t open them until I say so, okay?”

“Yes sir.”

With eyes closed and Jack close by your side, you hear the door open and the rustling of paper inside the room.

“Alright,” he whispers, sliding his arm around your shoulders. “Open your eyes.”

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