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beelmons · 10 months

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I have a filthy idea and I love your blog sorry

Hotch x reader x Early seasons!Spencer (or really any older BAU with reader and Spencer, someone has to show him the ropes, right?😩)

Reader is bound and blindfolded. Hotch is trailing a popsicle over reader's skin, showing Spencer where they are most sensitive and Spencer licks the trail of sticky syrup left behind. 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️(lord have mercy I'm a whore)

A/N: Ok so, i really got into this idea and i ended up doing WAY too much and i'm sorry it's so late but i got too excited. anyways, have this monstruosity.

A different kind of teacher

cw: sensory deprivation (hand binding, blindfold, noise-cancelling headphones), threesome, temprature play (use of frozen goods), fellatio, fem!reader, implied polyamory i guess

word count: 1,996 (on accident)

"I don't think that's—" Spencer tried to interrupt when his boss's actions got questionable.

"It's alright." Hotch answered as he gently tied the blindfold behind your head "She's done this before. I told you, if you’re going to learn how to please her, you’re going to do it my way."

"But that's—" he tried to argue again.

"Reid." Aaron said commandingly.

Their bickering was rather amusing, really. Everything about this situation was. A love-struck puppy, namely Spencer, that had found out you were having an affair, for a lack of a better word, with your boss. Who was later given the odd offer to join in, one that he barely comprehended the dynamic of. The one he ended up accepting because having half of you was better than having none.

The situation in question was no other than your bare body binded to a sex sofa, yes, the one with a funny oval-like shape, in the middle of a street motel. Mind you, a high category one, courtesy of a very spoiling unit chief. Hands tied behind the furniture, a blindfold securely tied against your eyes, and a pair of sound-canceling headphones that would be eventually put on you.

“I don’t think I can do this.” the younger man confessed.

His superior shot him a glare, and his finger raised to press against his own lips, indicating the other to keep quiet. He then proceeded to place the aforementioned gadget against your ears to muffle the sounds.

“You can’t let your nerves overtake you.” Aaron began to talk, walking closer to the chair where Spencer was sitting “Otherwise, you won’t enjoy yourself. And believe me, she wants you to have as much fun as she does.”

“I just have never done something remotely similar.” he admitted.

“And that’s okay, that’s why I’m here to guide you.” Hotch patted him on the shoulder, prompting him to stand up, to which Reid complied.

As the older man directed himself to the cooler, included with the room by the way, Spencer stood awkwardly next to where you were laying. Regardless of his statements about the situation, the twitching of his dick as he watched you breathing, rather heavily, blissfully ignorant of the sinful deeds they were about to do to you, was giving away just how much into it he was.

“You should learn to use your tongue first.” the boss interrupted his train of thought “We’re going to do a little exercise, okay? I’ll trail this over her skin, her most sensitive spots. Clean her up. You have to be thorough, she doesn’t like feeling sticky.”

You were absolutely deprived of such supportive conversation, or anything else for that matter. It was exciting in and on itself to be expectant of what would happen next, along with no indication whatsoever of what that would be. Two, insanely hot, men having you at their entire disposal was certainly arousing.

Such anticipation caused you to moan rather loudly when you felt a cold object hit the side of your neck, slowly melting down towards the base, the feeling only lasted a couple of seconds since it was shortly after contrasted with the warm sensation of what you figured was a tongue following the strip.

It was quick. It left your skin as soon as it came.

The lack of attention, though, would not last long. You felt a new sting of coldness, only this time it was right over your breast; instead of dripping down, the same tool, whatever it was, moved downwards until it reached your nipple. You could feel it going slightly numb from the temperature, it was making your stomach tighten. Again, you felt it part and something a lot hotter took its place. This time, you could easily tell who was taking advantage of your breasts by the bony structure of the fingers.

Spencer was ravishing on the sweet taste of the icicle mixed with the salty notes of your sweat. His tongue was eager and clumsy, but pleasurable nonetheless, his fingers gentle and attentive to the sides of the skin, holding back to not let his animalistic side just come out.

“That’s good.” Hotch praised the young man “It’s all about not knowing what to expect. About surprising her with sudden pleasure.”

Back in your deprived state, you were simply squirming with delight at how your chest was being treated, mouth slightly agape to allow soft sounds of pleasure to escape. The gap was tempting for one of the men, still unknown to you, to defile, and suddenly you felt something land over your lips. You recognized the mixture of freezing water and sugar, and your tongue instinctively darted out to take a lick.

The treat instead began to lewdly penetrate your mouth, simulating a fellatio, and the length of it would teasingly near the back of your throat each time.

The icicle departed promptly, leaving your lips parted and tingly from the coldness, expectant to be inserted again. Instead, the temperature of the new foreign object was the complete opposite, its structure soft to an extent, and salty in flavor. It didn't take you long to notice it was no longer the sugary dessert, but one of your partners' cock.

"Go slow at first, it takes her a second to get used to it." Hotch dragged a hand behind your head, pushing forward gently so you could get more of his shaft into your mouth “But she can take it very well.”

His fingers trailed over your scalp lovingly. His moans were translated in heavy, airy exhales through his nose. He was obviously playing tough for Spencer, no matter how much your mouth actually disarranged him on the daily. He thrusted a couple more times, until he was fully hard, before he pulled out.

He made a signal with his hand to indicate the younger to take over, and Reid swallowed back a knot of nervousness. He awkwardly cupped your head between his palms and allowed his tip to testingly land on your tongue. He shuddered with pleasure as your lips hungrily wrapped around it, hollowing your cheeks almost immediately.

You could tell the member had changed simply by the shape. Leaner girth, more swollen head, and an almost desperate way of moving. He started doubtfully at first, and later his pace began to pick up. His grip on your head was tight, making you unable to move away, and with every push he would reach deeper into your mouth, and the pulsations on his veins would also have a stronger beat.

Spencer was losing it, mouth parted open, head thrown back, desperate whines spilling from his throat. His inexperience was his biggest enemy, because he didn’t last much inside of you. When he started to feel his orgasm coming, he decided to pull away. His fist curled around his shaft, pumping the base at a rapid speed, his tip pointing to his own stomach, since, to him, coming inside your mouth seemed dirty, almost too humiliating.

Hotch stared with amusement at how respectful he was being, rookie mistake, he figured. Too overwhelmed with his own pleasure, Spencer had his eyes fully shut, and became absolutely unaware of the second Aaron gently placed his fingers over the moving hand, pushing it down to aim the tip towards your mouth.

You simply waited for the inevitable, the white strings landing on your tongue, salty and thick, and a lot more than you had expected. When you were sure no more would come out, you attempted to swallow, but before you could close your mouth a thumb invaded it, keeping it open.

“Watch this magic trick.” Aaron showed Spencer the evidence of his release before shutting your mouth again.

You took the hint and swallowed, immediately opening your mouth once again to show no trace of the substance left.

Spencer had to bring a hand to his face to hide his blush, although his again half-hard dick gave him away.

“That’s actually really hot.” he said shyly, brows furrowed in embarrassment.

“It is.” Hotch smiled in his direction “Now that you’ve come, it’s just natural to return the favor, don’t you agree?”

The older man directed himself again to the cooler, taking now a single ice cube that he held with a piece of clothing to avoid getting frostbite.

“Your training isn’t over yet.” he told Spencer once he was back to your side “Next, let’s get you a real challenge. If one drop of this cube gets on the sofa, you don’t get to touch her the rest of the night.”

“W-What? Isn’t that a bit harsh?” he complained.

“If you make her cum before it fully melts,” Hotch ignored the protest “You can fuck her first.”

Again, your senses were too limited to hear their bet being formed. During their exchanges you just waited patiently, eager to know what would come next. Every once in a while, when the cool air hit you, you tensed up expecting something to happen, and even when it didn’t you just got more excited.

At last, another sting of coldness hit your skin, this time it was further to the south, just above your clit. You could feel the object slowly melting, the lack of heat spreading to your bundle of nerves, your labia, and almost to your entrance. It was mildly uncomfortable, but exciting nonetheless.

Out of a sudden, you felt a muscle enter you. You bolted in ecstasy due to finally getting much needed friction on your lower body. It trailed up, slowly and steady, until it reached the top. The lips rounded your sensitive nub, and you could feel them suck on it. The sensation was overwhelming, making you twist over the sofa, shameless erotic moans filling up the room.

The water kept making its way down your sex, and the tongue diligently prevented it from reaching all the way to the leather, driving you insane with each lap at it. Your hands struggled against the binds that tied you down. You wanted nothing more than to hold his head down and bury it against you, to have him flush against your entrance, just licking you over and over again.

A hand landed on your head, indicating that you should keep your movements to yourself. The commanding ambience just added to your stimulation, the mouth down your body sucking the neverending stream of water as if trying to lick it dry. Your thighs attempted to close around his head, and you were finally able to grind against him. For some reason, that did it for you, and you allowed your climax to reach you, and your fluids to come out.

“Impressive.” Hotch praised as he removed the ice cube from your body.

Spencer, however, did not stop, his tongue moving ruthlessly against your entrance, absolutely drunk on your taste. Aaron could see you squirm uncomfortably, being pushed to a point of overstimulation, hands restlessly clinging onto nothing in an attempt to release the slight pain on your abused clit.

“Reid.” he called trying to make him stop; the younger man, however, was entranced by your pussy, and did not react to the mention of his name. Hotch was forced to step closer, tangle his fingers on the blond’s hair, and pull his head back by tugging on his locks, forcing him away from you “Behave. There’s plenty of time for more later.”

He spoke so sternly that it sent shivers down Spencer’s spine, almost as he did during work cases. He nodded with compliance and straightened himself again.

“Sorry.” Reid ashamedly said.

“It’s alright. I know how addicting it can be.” while talking, he rummaged through a go-bag he had brought earlier into the room. “Now,” he tossed a condom towards Spencer “Get ready for lesson number two.”

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alicewritez · 2 months

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Everything Will Be Alright - Aaron Hotchner

word count: 1012

summary: it’s obvious to hotch how down you’ve been feeling lately, he takes it upon himself to make sure you feel better

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

authors note: a little sad in places but ends happily. fluff. i’m only just getting back into writing so my apologies if there are any mistakes at all. also, maybe drop some ideas of what sort of plot/storyline you’d like to see next! 💕

"Wheels up in thirty."

Within thirty minutes the team were on the jet. Everyone else was sat together, but you were sat off to the side, at the back of the jet alone. You'd been having trouble sleeping recently; you were plagued by nightmares of a past case and, luckily, no one had picked up on them.. yet.

"Are you alright?" Hotch asked, walking over to you, sitting down as he eyed you carefully.

You pull your gaze away from the jet's window and turn to face him, offering him your best forced smile. "Hmm?.. oh yeah.. I'm fine." Hotch stared at your face. You looked so pale, eyes heavy and your smile was clearly forced. It was stupid to try and hide anything from Hotch - he knew everything. "You're not alright." He moved from where he was sat opposite you to directly next to you, looking down at you, his eyes softening further.

"You don't need to worry, I'm fine." You shrug. Hotch stared at you for a little while, he had a look of curiosity in his eyes with a touch of concern, wondering is he should continue with his questioning to get you to open up to him, or if he should change the subject entirely and leave it alone. "You haven't been sleeping well, have you?" He finally decides to speak up after a moment of internal conflict.

"I've not had a great sleep pattern but it could be worse." You answer quietly with a small shrug.

Hotch moved his body slightly closer to yours, wanting you to know that he was there for you if you needed him. "What is keeping you up at night?" He asked, the concern becoming more prominent as he spoke, his eyes locked onto yours.

"I guess I just-" you sigh, "I guess I just don't feel good enough.. I never have done really." Hotch stayed silent for a second, taking a moment to consider what you had said. He could tell you had been carrying this burden; this feeling; for quite some time.

He put his his hand softly on your knee, squeezing it gently as a form of comfort. "Hey.." he stared into your eyes again, with a hint of sadness but comfort in them. He didn't want a world where you didn't think you were good enough. You were more than good enough. "Look at me- really look at me."

Your eyes flicked up to lock with his revealing your unshed tears as you took note of the concern written on his features. Hotch noticed that your eyes had teared up, and he moved his hand up to your face, slowly wiping the tears from your eyes with his thumb. "It's okay.."

He looked at you, he had the same soft, comforting look on his face just like before. "You're good enough to me." He moved his hand to underneath your chin, keeping your gaze locked on his. Your lip trembled a little as the conviction of his words hit you - you were good enough in his eyes, that's all you needed to hear. "Thank you.." your voice failed you as you thanked him, your words coming out in an almost whisper. He saw your bottom lip trembled slightly, and he decided to ease the comfort into his words, and gently pulled you close to him. He held you close, resting his cheek on the top of your head. He then whispered again, so you could barely hear, but you heard clearly all the same. "You're more than good enough in my eyes." He kissed the top of your head, squeezing your hand, before letting go. He looked at you one more time, but then he sighed. "You should try and sleep on the jet."

"What if I don't want to?" You challenge, mumbling into his chest.

Hotch laughed slightly and sighed. He was trying to hide the blush that rose to his cheeks, trying to bite back a wide smile. All he really wanted to do was hold you close to him, which he decided to do anyway, without hesitation. He moved his arm around your shoulders, pulling you slightly closer to him and holding you close. "Sleep on my chest then?" He asks, smirking as he said it.

You smile and decide to tease him. "How could I resist?" He chuckles as you tease him back, wrapping his arms fully around you. He squeezed you gently, but not too hard. He pulled you close so your body was fully leaning against him, your head firmly resting on his chest. He sighed, tilting his head down so he could see your face and so you would meet his gaze. When your eyes locked onto each others, he decided to whisper once more. "Sleep."

You scrunch your nose, you weren't making this easy for him. "But what if I want to stay up and talk with you?"

"I want you to sleep..." he sighed, but was finding it difficult to hide his smile. You were really making his heart beat quicker. "Please.." he looked at you, still with the same soft, comforting look in his eyes, as he asked.

You sigh. "Fine.." you shift until you're firmly resting against him, being overcome by the warmth his body was emanating.. "I love you.." you mumbled sleepily, not realising what you were saying as you fell asleep on his chest.

Hotch froze for a moment, he was surprised at what you'd just confessed, but he was happy at what you had said. He had to hold back his laugh at how cute you looked. When he realised you were asleep, his features softened further. He moved your hair out of your eyes and shifted a little so your face was resting against his chest comfortably as he gently stroked your cheek.

"I love you too.." He whispered, mostly to himself, still stroking your cheek, but you didn't notice, as you were already fast asleep laying against him.

But one thing was for certain, everything would be okay.. because you had Hotch.

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yuly · 1 year

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↬In Sync↫

Aaron Hotchner x Fem reader

Summary: You and Aaron are in sync more often than not, but a small bump throws you off beat

Warnings: suggestive language/allusions to sex, (18+ only minors please do not interact), mentions of pregnancy, nausea, anemia. Mainly loads of fluff.

WC: 1.9K

Gif credit: @ssahotstuff 💕

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You and Aaron are always in sync. He is the ying to your yang, the two of you always moving together in perfect harmony. He is unlike any man you’ve been with. A big shot in his world, yet quiet and reserved, even shy at times.

Your lives are in sync, his hectic never-ending schedule matched perfectly with your self-scheduled work-from-home hours. It meant that you were there when he wasn't, to pick up where you both left off, to be with Jack, to maintain the balance. Aaron is immensely appreciative and forever in awe of how well you bond with his son. To him, you are a natural, better at this than he ever was. Deep down, he wants the two of you to share that experience from the beginning, to give you a baby of your own. But he never mentions it.

Your emotions are in sync. You feel each other, validate one another, and embrace every emotion together. It had been a daunting three weeks without him, an extended case followed by another, right on its tail. You held him down, like always, offering him a listening ear, sharing your day-to-day adventures, looking after Jack, and letting the two share father-son time over facetime. Every time Jack raves about the cookies the two of you baked after school or the new dinosaur stories you read to him before bed, it tugs at Aaron’s heartstrings. It ignites those feelings in him again: he wants a baby with you. Again, he never mentions it, it was hardly the time or place anyway.

Sometimes, the two of you are not in sync. When you’re apart, he lets his mind wander to the familiar dark corners of self-doubt. What does it say about him that he wants to create a child with you while leaving you to take care of his son time and time again? Who does that to a partner? Who would stand for that? He benefits in every way from your relationship, but what do you gain? Is he holding you back? If he truly loves you, why would he do that? What does that say about him as a man, as a partner, as a father?

You were his solace, his anchor, the moon and the star and everything in between. When he was around you, everything fell into place, everything felt right. You granted him a very warm welcome after those three weeks. The two of you held it together through the evening for Jack’s sake, with poise and grace, as any parent would. As soon as he was sound asleep, you and Aaron fell into a passionate, desperate dance. It was a night of longing, unlike any other. In the heat of things, you forgo protection, Aaron reminds you both, apologizing profusely. But you beg him to continue. He feels conflicted, in his heart of hearts, he feels guilty because this is what he truly wants, more than anything else. But he has not said anything, he still doesn’t. Afterwards, you soothe his mind, tell him you’ll address it in the morning, assuring him not to worry. He continues to hold his feelings in.

Whenever the two of you aren’t in sync, it's usually Aaron who’s off-kilter and you bringing him safely back to shore. Except for this particular evening. A dimly lit, friendly dinner at Rossi’s beloved mansion. Laughter and conversation flow easily through the dining hall. The comforting smells of Rossi’s home cooking waft through the air. In stark contrast, you sit tensely at the edge of your seat, unable to enjoy the evening, unable to relax at all. Aaron is well aware, placing a reassuring hand on your thigh. He feels guilty for even attending, but you had insisted on going, reassuring him that you were ok.

The fact is, you are not ok, at all. Far from it. It had been almost 4 weeks of headaches, nausea and body aches. Work was more stressful than normal. You felt out of it every single day. You managed to convince Aaron that it was due to your chronic anemia and promised to see your doctor. The blood tests showed that your levels were in fact quite low, but the perpetrator was one you did not see coming: pregnancy.

The memory hit you like a truck. That night, nearly a month ago now, when you practically begged him to forgo a condom. When you reassured him that you would handle it in the morning. But you hadn’t. You forgot. That morning was hectic, by the time you got Jack and his dad out of the door, you did not stop taking calls for work until it was time to pick up Jack. From there, you had 2 hours of paperwork to complete, soccer practice for Jack, and a trip to the dry cleaners. You also managed to squeeze in an oil change for your car that was well overdue and make a stop at the post office. You completely forgot.

The guilt consumed you, it made you sick. It's not that you don’t want a child with Aaron, in fact, he is the only man you’ve been with who you felt worthy of having children with. But not like this. It felt like you betrayed him somehow, as if you had done this on purpose. Who does that to someone they love? Did you trap him with a baby? How would he respond? What would he think? The questions kept you up all night, tossing and turning, endless scenarios playing in your head.

Hotch is a profiler, he could see that you were hiding something. He knew by now it was more than just anemia. It hurt him that you wouldn’t tell him right away but he wants to give you the space you need, while gently reminding you that he’s here for you, as always. Somehow, you manage to save face for the rest of the evening, wearing a fake smile, even laughing when appropriate. The drive home is mostly silent, the sound of rain creating a short lived force of peace within you.

“Sweetheart, please talk to me. You can tell me anything, you know that.” You took a deep breath as you walk into the living room, gently placing your purse down, “Aaron, it's nothing really.” You were saved by a sound you normally hate: his phone ringing. He answers with a sharp tone as a deep frown settled onto his face. He has a case and you urge him to go, secretly grateful for this distraction. He will not budge until you promise to talk to him about what was going on the minute he got back.

This time, he returns in 24 hours. You feel guilty for wanting more time, unprepared to tell him. The two of you sit out on the balcony, enveloped by the cool spring breeze.

“Angel, please talk to me, whatever it is that's bothering you, just please talk to me.” You instantly feel flustered, whatever preparation you had in store for this moment has utterly failed you. Speaking in simple sentences is suddenly a difficult task. “Aaron, I don't know where to begin” you sigh, averting your gaze to the string lights you and Jack had decorated the balcony with. “I’ve been irresponsible and stupid. I’m sorry, I broke your trust, I didn't mean to I swear it, Aaron, it genuinely slipped my mind,” you ramble as tears begin to form in your eyes.

Aaron immediately places both his hands on your forearms. Normally, it takes a lot to make you nervous or anxious, so this display was troubling.

“Sweetheart, please slow down, what are you apologizing for? Just breathe with me for now angel”, his words are soothing, they always are, it only makes you feel worse because how could you have put this sweet, caring man in this position?

You took a deep breath in and out, “Aaron, do you remember the night you came back last month? After those three weeks? Do you remember what we- how we, um you know- we,”

He holds your hands now, firm but gentle. Brown eyes filled with more kindness and concern than you could fathom. “Yes I remember, sweetheart we both agreed to that in the moment, do you regret-”

“No! No, it's not that” you’re quick to cut him off, afraid of where he’s going, with a shaky breath you continue, “I told you not to worry, promised that I would take a plan B, but Aaron I forgot, I swear I didn’t mean to it slipped my mind and I found out this morning” you can’t hold back the tears this time as you struggle to pull out the paper with your test results to show him.

Aaron freezes for a minute, staring at the paper before pulling you into one of his warm, soul-soothing hugs that you loved dearly.

“Y/N, sweetheart, please don’t apologize. You have done nothing wrong, I am not upset angel, look at me.” His tone is tender, not reprimanding or upset in the slightest.

He stares into you with the most loving gaze, “You have done nothing wrong, what would make you think I would be upset?”

You frown, eyes glued to your lap, “I betrayed your trust, that was so irresponsible of me.”

“You did no such thing. It's human to forget, you are allowed to be human sweetheart,” you shake your head at that, “But Aaron, you don't do that to people, we haven’t even discussed any of this or planned for it. ” He looks at you with sad eyes, in his profiler mind, it sounds like you are parroting something that was once told to you. That thought makes his blood boil, but he’s careful to mask that particular emotion in the moment.

“And you already have Jack, I never thought” you pause, this was uncharted territory for you, “I assumed you wouldn’t want another kid”.

In your mind, it makes perfect sense. He is older than you, has seen more than you have, he’s been divorced, widowed, and traumatized beyond belief. Aaron worries about Jack all the time, and fatherhood is somewhat of a touchy subject for him. You concluded that he was content in raising Jack, why on Earth would he want to add more children to that?

But your words break his heart. He feels heavy, sick even. Here you are sitting across from him, pregnant, yet these thoughts are plaguing your mind. It’s his dream come true, his fairytale ending, the one story he would play over and over in his head.

“Y/N, how could you say that? What gave you that idea sweetheart?” his tone is tender as he stares at you in disbelief. “There is nothing more that I would want than to have a child with you” he pauses to hold your hands, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “It's something I've thought of for a while.”

It's your turn to stare in shock now, as you struggle to find words in the moment, afraid that this is a twisted dream you would soon wake up from.

Aaron’s words bring you out of you shocked state, “but Y/N, none of that matters if you are not ready, that's whats important, angel. Whatever you decide, I am right here beside you. I love you unconditionally.”

You burst into tears again, engulfing him in a hug, clinging onto him for dear life, the two of you whispering ‘I love you’ back and forth. He places sweet kisses on you forehead, cheeks, chin, and gingerly over your belly.

You and Aaron are in sync once again.

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My first ever fic!! Please excuse any errors & any feedback would be very much appreciated ♡

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ssaaaronmontgomery · 11 months

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what about Aaron forgetting his gf’s birthday but his team has all remembered and put something together because they adore her and he just feels dreadful so of course he has to make it up to you in 100 different ways

It's Your Birthday?

Warnings: Slight angst? (Aaron is basically feeling guilty), fluff, ever so slightly suggestive but nothing is nsfw.

Word count: 1.2k

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

A/n: Aw :( Aaron would feel so so bad if he forgot your birthday. I don't know if I like the way it turned out :,) but I did my best and I hope you like it! Also if anyone wants to be added to my forever tags just let me know :)

Tags: @hotchnerbau (babes idk if you wanted to be tagged I literally forget who I mention these to so if someone wanted to be tagged and wasn't, I apologise)

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat

Aaron felt like he was missing something. Like there was something happening today that he was either unaware of entirely, or that he'd forgotten something. And he has no idea what it could be.

All day people had smiled at him, just members of the team. But a couple of them mentioned to him that "you must have something really special planned tonight" and JJ specifically said "If you want me to take Jack for the night I'd love to! My boys have been asking for another sleepover with him anyway." Anyway. Anyway? Something was implied and he wasn't sure what. It seemed so out of the blue.

Throughout the day Aaron forgets about how off he feels. He's shut in his office and after a number of hours there's a knock on the office door.

Penelope walks in.

"Sir! Hi! Quick question! What colour does y/n prefer? Does she have a favourite?" His brows furrow as confusion takes over him but he answers Garcia's question and then asks "Why do you ask?" She just grins at him "Oh, sir. You know!" No, he doesn't. But she leaves before he can ask anything else. He ponders momentarily before pushing the thoughts away and going back to his reports.

Another couple hours went by, he had closed the blinds and kept the door shut. But when he hears some sort of commotion outside his office, he quickly stands and opens the door.

He's met with party decorations all over the bullpen and you standing there with a huge smile on your face.

He makes his way down the steps and walks over to you standing with his team members.

"Honey, what are you doing here? What's going on? What is all of this?" The last two questions are directed more towards his team.

You look at him a bit confused as does everyone else. "We're throwing y/n a birthday party, sir! It's her birthday!" Penelope says excitedly but you look at him with a slight frown.

He looks back at you "It's not your-"

Aaron cuts himself off and stands there for a few seconds as he realises that it is, in fact, your birthday. And guilt immediately overtakes him. He feels terrible for forgetting. And the fact that his team remembered when he didn't, made him feel even worse.

"Oh, oh Sweetheart I'm so sorry. I forgot. I didn't...I must have just..." He trails off and looks down. He doesn't want to give you some excuse for his lack of remembering your birthday. "I'm sorry, y/n, really." He looks back up and he expects you to be upset, but he's met with a small smile.

"It's alright, Aaron. Don't worry about it. You know now. It's fine." You step closer and kiss his cheek, a kiss he doesn't feel like he deserves. Then he receives a warm hug from you but you're being pulled away by Garcia seconds later, something about cake and some gifts needing to be opened.

Gifts. Gifts! He didn't have a present for you. There was an empty desk with presents from the team on it and none were from him. He didn't have one at home. This all completely slipped his mind. He's internally scolding himself but he puts on a little smile every time you look at him.

He starts thinking of ways he can make it up to you. Of course, one option would be taking JJ up on her earlier offer and giving you a fun birthday night. But he wants to give you more than that. He's thinking more on the material side of things. Jewelry immediately pops into his head. He has a necklace hidden away for your upcoming anniversary (upcoming as in six months away, ever the planner aside from this one time) but it's meant for that day and there's even a card written with it about the anniversary. Not your birthday. And you already know that he's forgotten now. He can't play it off like he already had the necklace as a birthday gift.

He watches you open all of your presents. One from each member of the team (apart from him) but there are at least five from Penelope. Which doesn't surprise anyone, really.

He's watching your face light up as you see each new item and read each card, all having meaningful words written in them. You weren't on the team. You're a civilian. But the team loves you like family and you're close friends with them all. You see them as much as possible given their work and their lives outside of it.

"Aaron, look!" He smiles as you hold up the book that Reid gifted you. "You'll have to read it to me." You grin as you read the summary on the back of it. In his head he agrees. He'll do anything you want, especially now to make up for his lack of remembering your special day.

After cake and chatting with everyone, you go to Aaron's office when you see he's not out there. Leaving the rest of the team to enjoy the small party.

He's alone and sitting at his desk staring at nothing but he looks up at you when you walk in. "Aaron? What's wrong? If this is about forgetting what today is, it's really not a big deal. You don't need to feel so bad about it, baby. Really." He hates how sweet and forgiving you're being. The fact that you're not even slightly upset about it. That you're so understanding. But he knows he would be just as understanding if it was the other way around and you'd forgotten his.

"No, y/n. It's not okay. I forgot your birthday. I didn't do anything for it, I didn't get you anything, I didn't even remember to wish you a happy birthday this morning before leaving. Everyone except me remembered and even threw a party for you." You know he's eating himself up inside.

Walking around his desk and standing in front of him, you lean back against the wood and sit on the edge of it. Grabbing his hands and looking at him with a stern expression. "Aaron, don't beat yourself up over this. There will be more birthdays. And you don't need to get me anything. I don't care if I get presents or not. I'm fine with not doing anything special for today either way. But you can wish me a happy birthday now." You give him a kiss on the forehead and smile at him which he returns with the best one he can give, still feeling guilty inside.

"Happy birthday, y/n." He gives your hands a gentle squeeze. "But I still want to make it up to you." You think for a moment. "Okay. How about dinner? All I've had was cake because that's all there was here. Jack is with Jessica right now because she picked him up from school but I'm sure he wants to go to JJ and Will's for a sleepover. And you can make it up to me however I see fit." You tell him the last part with a smirk as you grab his tie and pull him to you, making him stand in the process. Slotting himself between your legs as you give him a slow kiss.

"I think that sounds like a good way to start."

#anon #anon request #hotch asks #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner fan fic #aaron hotchner fluff #(tags are a pain and i hate doing this lmao)#mon answers 🩷#mon posts 🩷#hotch🌜#(the tags are good enough)

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cerisereids · 24 days

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𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻:

criminal minds: aaron hotchner, spencer reid, derek morgan, emily prentiss, luke alvez

stranger things: eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley, nancy wheeler

𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗱

some bunny special- dad!spencer x fem!reader

please don’t have somebody waiting on you- s1!spencer x bau!reader

lovely to sit between comfort and chaos, part 1- spencer reid x fem!reader

part 2- coming soon!

part 3- coming soon!

blurbs found under the tag- belle’s blurbs s.r.

𝗮𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗻𝗲𝗿

on the way home, i wrote a poem- coming soon!

oh no, i’m falling in love- coming soon!

blurbs found under the tag- belle’s blurbs a.h.

𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻

blurbs found under the tag- belle’s blurbs s.h.

𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻

the boy is mine- eddie munson x fem!reader

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austinshotbutlers · 1 year

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Masterlist

* contains sexual content

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU!Reader (Fake Dating AU) -> Your sister’s wedding is approaching fast and the thought of showing your boyfriend off to your family and your ex-boyfriend seems like a very appealing idea. The only problem is… you don’t have a boyfriend. Luckily your stony faced, serious, sexy boss has agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the weekend. What could possibly go wrong?

The Wedding Date social media edits One | Two | Three

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU!Reader -> Instagram posts running up to and during the events of The Wedding Date

Headcanons & Blurbs

Family man | Manicure | DILF | Take a hint

Austin Butler x Reader

Y/N’s Instagram stories One | Two | Three | Four

Austin Butler x Actress!Reader -> Y/N and Austin met while filming. Here is a collection of Y/N’s instagram stories.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Coming soon…

#austin butler #austin!elvis x reader #elvis film #austin butler elvis #austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler x reader #austin butler fans #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x bau!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x y/n #ssa aaron hotchner

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hotchlove · 1 month

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New Addition(s) | Reader X Aaron Hotchner

• i take requests! plsss dm me or leave them here if u have anything fun you'd like me to write. it can be angst, any type of trope, smut, etc. • PLZ NOTE: i ONLY do oneshots. they differ from long to short depending on the character and story. i do not write series! • new addition(s) - 885 words • desc.: - dharma & greg but it's you and aaron <3 - fluff!!!

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you and aaron have been married for a year now. you met on a run in the park. well, he was running and you were teaching an outdoor yoga class cause' the building you usually teach in was under construction. it was like love at first sight, he saw you and immediately asked you out. you like a man with a little confidence, so you agreed. and it was the best first and last date ever. you took him to a baseball game where you listened to organ music, after he defended you against a tall, angry man you accidentally bumped into, you took him to get pie - in las vegas. he argued that there was pie in quantico too, which there was, but you counter-argued that no pie can beat the pie in vegas. after a 5h flight and first bite of the pie, he shut up. you were right - best pie ever. you talked about your future and how much you like him and how much he likes you - he told you all about his life and work. his late ex-wife, his little boy - jack, who you were estatic to meet. he also mentioned how he's a slight bum when it comes to romance, and how he wishes there was a way you could just skip the dating stage and just get married and live happily ever after.

and so you did. you went to a wedding chapel in vegas, which wasn't hard to find, and got eloped. when you mentioned the idea, he thought it crazy. how could he run off and get married after one single date? but he didn't take much convincing. one look at your puppy eyes and he melted. now, if it hasn't been clear already, you and aaron are complete opposites. he's a fbi agent, a profiler, who could kill with his stern expression - and you, you're a yoga teacher with a smile that radiates sunshine and a crave for spontaneous new things and change. your relationship wasn't easy at first, you had to adjust to aaron and his high priority job, and he had to adjust to you. your crazy lifestyle, your beliefs, your spontaneity. he's not really sure he's adjusted to that last one just yet.

he's sitting at home on the couch, cracking open a cold beer as he works through some files he brought home with him. it's already 10:45 pm, meaning jack was put to sleep about 10 minutes ago. i open the apartment door and get greeted by aaron and his lovely smile that just melts my heart every single time. "hey honey, where you been?" he chugs a sip of his beer as i hang my jacket and drop my bag infront of the door. "'kay, listen, you can't get mad at me." i sit down next to him on the couch as he gives me a kind of concerned look, "mad? what happened? are you okay?" i nod, "oh yeah, i'm fine, don't worry about me." "but worry about someone?" he chuckles, "no, i promise i didn't murder anyone just yet." he sighs out of relief, although he's quick to correct me about that last part of my sentence. "do you promise you won't get mad? you have to hear me out aaron, 'kay?" i say and sit with my legs criss cross, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "i promise. now spit it out, you're making me worried. should i be worried?" "i might have gotten us a dog." i can't tell what his expression means. is he happy? furious? confused? "aaron?" "sorry i think i heard wrong - a dog?" he stares at me and i nod. "why- why did you get a dog, y/n." he drops his head into his palm and laughs, in a good and hopefully not manic way.

"i went to the shelter - just to look!" i smile and bite my lower lip, "and he was sitting there so sad and alone and i couldn't just leave him there, aaron. you know me, i'm better than that." he nods, "of course." his thumb brushes my cheek, "i know honey." he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "so you're not mad?" "well i'm not exactly enthusiastic, i would definitely not have minded getting asked about this first before you got one," i gulp and whisper sorries. "but i trust you and your judgement." he hugs me and his hand rubs my back, "plus, jack won't mind having a furry friend around to chase." i giggle at the thought of that, "oh honey, i promise you'll love them."

it's quiet for a second, "honey?" his voice mutters. "yeah?" "them?" i move away from his embrace and bite my lower lip again, trying to surpress my laughter, "okay, i got two dogs." "y/n. please tell me your joking." "they looked so happy together, aaron! they reminded me of us!" i giggle and he sighs, his head dropping once again. "you will be the death of me, woman." "maybe one day, but not today, we've got dogs to take care of now!" we both get up from the couch as our fingers intertwine and i lead him to our bedroom, "oh also, i named them sherlock bones and butterball." "'course you did."

#aaron hotchner #hotch #thomas gibson #fluff #fanfic #fan fic #criminal minds #greg montgomery #dharma montgomery #jack hotchner #cute fanfic #bau

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cherryspence · 1 year

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one time i downloaded this extension that people used to replace “y/n” with there actual name while reading fanfics but i changed it so it would replace baby with bitch. then i forgot i put it there and for the longest time i was so confused while reading fics. like why was hotch calling spencer a bitch while he’s bleeding out??

#spencer reid #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #fan fiction #fanfic stuff #hotchreid #heid #aaron hotchner x spencer reid #archive of our own #ao3 #wattpad #fan fics #honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if hotch actually was calling spencer a bitch

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year

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Could I request a protective Hotch fic? He sees someone bothering/attacking Emily and intervenes, or notices a bruise and wants to know what happened....

This IMMEDIATELY inspired me, and you even got a banner , so here you go ❤️

New Ways to be Awed Each Minute

He had always known she was beautiful

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Words: 3.8k

Warnings: Smut, 18+

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

He had always thought she was beautiful.

It was one of the first things he noticed about her, and it had fueled some of the initial distrust of her, the annoyance he felt in her presence. Aaron knew even at the time that it hadn’t been fair. It wasn’t her fault he found her attractive, something that made him feel uneasy as his marriage crumbled around him, but it was easier to project that onto her than look inward. To see the gulf that had grown between him and his wife, to acknowledge that it was already over, even though it would take Haley several more months to serve him with papers.

By the time she did, he already trusted Emily just as much as the rest of the team, if not more. Everything he learnt about her, her kindness, her empathy, her wilfulness that often morphed into self-sacrifice in a way that made his breath catch every time, made her all the more beautiful to him. He was enraptured by her, and as time went on he realised he had been since the moment they met. His life unknowingly changed by the smile he now knew wasn’t her real one, but the one she put on for show, and a confident squeeze of his hand as she shook it.

She’d become his best friend somewhere along the way. The way she’d cared for him after Foyet was something he’d never forget, forever cementing her as someone he would trust with not just his life, but his son’s. She’d helped after Haley died, holding him and Jack together in a way he knows he would have been lost without.

Aaron had hoped they were edging towards more, hoping that he wasn’t reading too much into the way she sometimes looked at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. Then Doyle happened, tearing through their lives with the same efficiency that he’d impaled her with, leaving destruction in his wake. Deciding to fake Emily’s death was one of the hardest things he��d had to do. There were days when he’d wished he had the ignorance that the team did, the knowledge that she was alive no comfort to him when he didn’t know if they’d ever get her back.

He learnt that standing over a grave he knew was empty was no different to standing over one that he knew wasn’t.

That was when he realised he was in love with her. The same feeling threatened to choke him as he stared at a stone with her name etched into it as it did when he stood over Haley’s grave.

When she came back things were different, she was different. Her promise to come to him when she was struggling became the thing that started to bring them back to each other. They became each other’s solid ground again, and everyone knew it.

Which was why the team always sent Emily to his office to convince him to join them for drinks. It’s how he found himself standing with the team in a bar not too far from work, all of them giddy that they had a few well-earned days off ahead of them.

“Look’s like Em’s made a friend,” Derek says, an amused tinge to his voice

Aaron scans the bar to find her and sees she’s standing by the hallway that leads to the bathrooms. A man is standing next to her, his hand on her arm as he leans in to talk over the loud music around them. The man is tall, handsome. The type he knew Emily would go for. He feels a surge of jealousy before he analyses the situation a little more closely. The man’s hand is a little tight around her wrist, given away by his white knuckles, and the way the material of her shirt bunches around his fingers. Emily is smiling at the man but isn’t her real one, it isn’t the one that Aaron would set the world on fire just to have thrown in his direction. There’s a tension in her frame, and her eyes flit across to the team, where they’d been standing all evening, and they meet his before she looks back at the man in front of her.

“I don’t think that guys a friend,” JJ says, clearly having spotted the same thing Aaron had, and she steps forward as if she’s going to intervene.

“I’ve got this JJ,” he says, stopping her in place with a quick smile as he takes a swig of his beer before placing the bottle down.

He makes it across the dancefloor in seconds, using his height and size to his advantage as he walks through the crowd. He doesn’t miss the relief on her face when he approaches, his face stern as he stands next to her.

“Everything ok over here, Em?” He asks her, but his eyes are fixed on the man who lets go of her arm but doesn’t make a move to leave.

“Yeah,” she replies, stepping back to lean into his side as if it was something they did every day, “I’m fine, honey.”

Despite how he’s momentarily paralysed by the scent of her, the warmth of her against him, he picks up on what she’s trying to do. He wraps his arm around her, his hand on her shoulder as he pulls her in impossibly closer.

“Glad to hear it,” he says, still glaring at the other man who simply rolls his eyes and walks away, muttering something Aaron is glad he doesn’t hear under his breath. As soon as they are alone he disentangles himself from Emily, turning so he is standing in front of her.

She watches as he switches from Hotch to Aaron, the anger he’d put on show for the man who’d accosted her outside the bathroom melting away into concern. She smiles at him, pretending she doesn’t feel the loss of his arm around her.

“Thanks for that, that guy wouldn’t take no for an answer,” she says, feeling the tension radiating off of him.

“Are you ok?” He asks, looking over his shoulder for the man that had walked away, “Did you get his name? I’m sure Garica could find-”

Emily chuckles and places her hand on his arm, squeezing his bare skin from where he’d rolled his sleeves up, and he pauses, looking back at her.

“Aaron, I’m fine. It’s just a creep in a bar, it happens.”

Aaron frowns, fury that this was something she was so used to she was dismissing it rolling through his chest.

“That doesn’t make it ok, Emily,” he says, his eyebrows knitting together, “It shouldn’t just be something that happens.”

Emily beams at him, and she squeezes his arm again before letting go and looping her arm through his, leading him back towards where the team were standing.

“I agree, but we aren’t going to fix all of society's problems tonight,” she quips, smiling up at him, “Now, let me buy my hero a drink.”

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He insists on walking her to her door.

Emily playfully rolls her eyes at him as they exit the elevator on her floor, “I think I’m good from here, Aaron. I don’t think that creep knows where I live.”

“I’m just being cautious,” he says, smiling at her in a way that never fails to make her stomach flip, “You never know who might be lingering around a corner.”

She chuckles as she roots through her bag for her keys, “Well, I doubt Mrs Rooney who lives next door is going to try and grab me,” she sticks her key in the door and unlocks it, turning back to look at him as she does, “You may as well come in for a drink since you’ve come all the way up here.”

Aaron agrees with a nod, not wanting to leave her company any time soon, and follows her into the apartment. He stands aside as she closes the door and locks it before heading towards her kitchen.

“Beer? Scotch?” She asks, and he follows her, shrugging in response.

“Your choice.”

She smiles, “Scotch it is, Dave got me a really nice bottle and I’ve been waiting for a reason to open it,” she says, moving around her kitchen as she gets two glasses out, reaching for the bottle in question. He laughs and shakes his head.

“Someone should tell him that there are gifts other than…” his quip about their friend's gift-giving skills trails off as her arm stretches for the bottle of scotch. Her shirt sleeve shifts, revealing a bruise on her arm, fingerprints left behind where he had seen the man from earlier grasping her, “Em.”

“What?” She asks, and she follows his line of sight, putting the bottle back down as she pulls her sleeve further back to inspect the damage. She groans in irritation as she presses her fingers into the marks, relieved that so far they didn’t seem to hurt. “Son of a bitch,” she complains, as if it was a mere annoyance more than anything else, “I didn’t think he’d been quite that rough.”

Aaron rounds her kitchen counter and gently cups her elbow, bringing her arm closer to inspect it.

“Are you ok?” He asks, careful to not touch the bruise itself, “I knew I should have tried to get his-”

“Aaron,” she says, placing her hand over his on her arm, “It’s just a bruise, it’s fine.”

“It’s assault,” he replies, more venom in his voice than he means to. He sees a flash of something across her face, and he sighs, closing his eyes to centre himself, to remind himself it wasn’t her he was angry at. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok,” she replies, brushing off his unnecessary apology. She hates the look in his eyes, the over-the-top reaction to the injury she hadn’t even realised she’d endured. She offers him a smile, a small twitch at the corner of her lips. “I’m fine, I promise,” she says, squeezing his hand, “We both know I’ve survived worse.”

She immediately knows it was the wrong thing to say, his jaw tense as he lets go of her, and she sighs.

“Aaron-”

“You should never have had to survive worse,” he says, so quietly she almost misses it. “I should have…”

He drifts off, unable to put into words what he’d been feeling for months. He’d replayed her actions in the lead-up to her showdown with Doyle over and over in his head, desperately looking for things he could have spotted. As if the hindsight alone would have been enough to save her.

“You should have…what?” She asks, taking a step closer to him, a kind smile on her face that he’s sure he doesn’t deserve, “Seen what I was trained to keep hidden from you?”

He sighs, closing his eyes as he looks down at the kitchen counter, and he shakes his head at himself.

“I should have looked after you, realised something was wrong when you pulled back from me.”

“I didn't need you to look after me then.”

He looks up at her, surprised to find her even closer than she had been before. Emily was always careful with her words. She’d been taught from just about as early as she could talk how to reveal only what she wanted to. She never said anything she didn’t mean.

“Do you need me to now?” He asks, and he swears the air leaves the room, both of them staring at each other as if they were searching for answers in each other’s faces that they had been seeking for years.

“No,” she answers quietly, taking in a slow breath as she sees his body sag, his eyes closing again, “But I want you to.”

She sees the second her words register, his head snapping back up so quickly she’s sure it must hurt his neck. They stare at each other, the sound of their breathing the only noise in her apartment.

“Em…” he trails off, sure if he moves even a fraction, if he breathes a little too loudly, he’d snap out of this moment. Maybe wake up in his bed, this whole night a strange creation of his subconscious.

Emily smiles as she closes the final gap between them, her hand cupping his cheek, her thumb skating over his lower lip. Her smile widens as she feels his breath skip over her skin, her eyes meet his and she can still see the question in them, the uncertainty, so she makes the decision for them both, and leans forward.

When their lips meet, it feels new but somehow familiar. Like everything they had done, everything they had been through, had led to this moment. A tender kiss in her kitchen, her sleeve still rolled up from where he’d been inspecting the small bruise that had been the final push they needed

It takes Aaron a moment to respond, but when he does he’s fierce. His hands grasp her hips as he pulls her closer, turning them so she’s pressed between him and her kitchen counter. She sighs, opening her mouth to lick along the seam of his lips, her hands moving as they meet at the back of his head. Her fingers trail through his hair as she holds him in place.

He kisses her back just as enthusiastically, making sure to remember as much about this as he could. The feel of her, the taste of her.

She moans as he licks into her mouth and it seems to reset his brain, making him pull back from her, his forehead resting against hers as she chases his lips.

“Em…”

“I think,” she says, breathlessly, licking her lower lip as she seeks out the taste of him still lingering on her skin, “I think we both know we want this,” she says, one of her hands slinking down his neck, grasping at the collar of his shirt, “And I think we both know this isn’t just a one-time thing.”

He closes his eyes, hope catching fire in his chest as he nods against her, his forehead gently knocking against hers.

“I’ve wanted this…you…for a long time,” he admits, his voice hoarse. She doesn’t know if it’s the barely restrained arousal she can see in his eyes or giving something so personal away that has him almost falling to pieces against her, but either way, it makes her smile.

“I want you too,” she replies, kissing him quickly, her smile widening at the feel of him holding her even tighter. She can feel him pressing into her thigh, and she heaves out a breath, and she cups his face again, “Please, Aaron.”

He doesn’t need asking again, surging forward and putting everything into the way he kisses her, leaving her moaning and breathless as she’s pressed between him and the counter.

“Bedroom,” he mumbles against her lips, and she nods, turning them and leading him down the hall of her apartment.

He’s behind her, his arms wrapped around her, one hand cupping her breast through her shirt as he kisses her neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone.

She turns to face him the second they are in her room, making sure she flicks the light on so she can see all of him. For a moment they just look at each other, both taking in how everything was about to change.

He leans in to kiss her again, knowing he could never get bored of it. His hands drift from her hips and up under her shirt, making her gasp as his hands skim her waist, his palms scalding hot. He pulls her shirt up, only disconnecting his lips from hers to pull it off.

He had always thought she was beautiful, but he realises she was more than he could have ever imagined. Her pale skin over her peaks and valleys mesmerising to him in a way he knew he could, and later would stare at for hours. He takes a small step back to take her in, his eyes honing in on the scar above her left breast, just visible over the top of the cup of her bra.

He remembered reading her file after she was sent away, and could still taste the bitter anger as he realised Doyle had branded her. He hadn’t been able to picture it, his brain not allowing him to do so, but now he’s looking at it all he can think of is that it’s beautiful. Not because Doyle had taken any particular care, or because of the skin grafts she’d clearly had to try and cover it. But because it was made of her. The slight thickness of her skin there proof that she had survived.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” she says, and he looks back at her face, a slight smile paired with a flush to her cheeks that he knew was everything to do with him, “and I’m used to it, I don’t even really notice it.”

She reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, letting it slip down her arms and down to the floor. He feels breathless for a moment, taken aback by her, before he steps forward, crowding her against her bed. He kisses her quickly before moving down her neck and chest, stopping to make a point of kissing her scar, sucking a mark next to it that makes her breath catch in a way that could be a laugh or a moan.

He pays attention to both of her breasts, making her throw her head back, her eyes closed as he licks at her skin. Then he kneels in front of her, kissing the scar beneath her ribcage. She grasps his head, her fingers tight in his hair at the strange sensation, her skin still partially numb.

“Aaron.”

He manoeuvres them so she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her elbows as he carefully takes off her shoes before moving onto her pants and underwear, pulling them down her legs as if he’s unwrapping a precious gift.

She briefly thinks about the fact she’s now completely naked, and he’s still fully clothed, but her attempt to point that out is lost as he runs his hands back up her legs, his palms pushing at the inside of her thighs.

He takes her apart, expertly using his fingers and his tongue, his comments about how good she tastes lost against her thigh. It’s like he has a manual, or has studied her so intently over the years he doesn’t need to be directed. She’s still breathless, every single one of her nerves tingling, when he leans over her, kissing her cheek, her nose and then finally her lips.

“You ok?” Aaron asks, kissing her neck and she nods, laughing as she lifts her arm to cup the back of his neck, the collar of his shirt brushing against her skin. She kisses him, tasting herself on him, and she pulls back as she nods.

“I’m more than ok,” she kisses him again, biting at his bottom lip, “please take off your clothes.”

Aaron is sure he’s never moved faster, standing up and shedding his suit jacket, for once not caring about where it fell, wrinkles in the material the last thing on his mind. He shucks off his shirt, and his shoes, socks and pants soon follow. Emily laughs at him from her position on the bed when he almost trips on his pants, and he raises an eyebrow at her, a fake glare on his face as he makes it back to the bed, kissing her laugh away as he joins her.

She encourages him backwards so he’s sitting up against the headboard, and she settles over his lap, reaching between them and gently squeezing him, taking pleasure in the punched out groan she gets in return.

“Em.”

She rests her forehead against his as she sinks down on him, matching moans escaping them both. They pause for a moment, Emily taking a second to adjust, before she nods, leaning forward and kissing him.

They move in tandem, finding their rhythm quickly. Giving and taking as much as they can, hands grasping at skin in a way they both know will leave bruises they’ll find in the morning. His hands find her waist, holding her in place as she tips over the edge, her nerves shot.

He’s not far behind, and he has to lean forward, his face pressed into her skin as he tries to muffle his words, knowing he cannot stop them from escaping as he follows her over the precipice.

“Love you,” He chokes out, “Fuck I love you.”

He’s breathless against her, and for a moment thinks she hasn’t heard him, that his attempts to muffle his confession had been successful. But then she kisses his forehead, her fingers running skating over the scars on his torso, lingering over the thickest one at the top of his chest.

“I love you too,” she says quietly, “I have for a long time.”

He pulls back to look at her, tucking some of her now messy hair behind her ear. He isn’t sure what to say, his words lost somewhere between their confession and the fact she was still in his lap, that he was still inside of her.

“What do we do now?” He manages, and she laughs, her head resting on his shoulder as her body shakes with it.

“Well,” she says, sitting back up properly to look at him, “I think we should do that again, and then maybe shower, and then sleep…so we can do this again in the morning,” she says, kissing his jawline. She bites her lip, unsure why she feels so nervous now, after all that happened that night, “And then we do whatever comes next together.”

“I like the sound of that.” He smiles at her and nods, she kisses him once more before she rolls off of him, sitting next to him before snuggling into his side, as he pulls the covers over them. Her smile somehow gets wider when he puts his arm around her. She looks at her arm, the bruise left behind by the man at the bar and she chuckles. “What’s funny, sweetheart?”

The term of endearment makes warmth spread through her chest, but she pushes past it, linking their fingers together as she turns her head to kiss his shoulder.

“We really should let Pen find out who that guy was,” she says mindlessly, “I wonder if she could get the bar’s CCTV.”

Aaron looks down at her, worry making him freeze, “Why? Do you want to press charges?”

“Oh, no,” she replies, waving off his concern, “I want to send him a thank you card.”

Aaron laughs, shaking his head at her, the sound bright and beautiful as it surrounds them.

-x-

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spacecowboyhotch · 2 years

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Lifelong: 5 years

summary: reader leans into her fate at aaron’s wedding.

pairing: fem!reader x aaron hotchner

content: unrequited love, pining, angst

an: yeah, truthfully this shit is gonna hurt until the last installment, i’m sorry besties <3

word count: 485

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When he asks you to stand next to him at his wedding as his best person, there isn’t a universe where you can say no. Funnily enough, it’s almost 5 years to the day that’s become the most dreaded of your life. The day you realized how deeply you felt for him. It isn't on purpose but when that day rolls around it's a known bad day, like an omen. He’d asked you just a few hours after he asked Haley to marry him on a whim. Your entire world had been tilted since you’d fallen in love with him but now it's turned upside down.

You get to wear a special dress. Haley helps you pick it, she has an impeccable taste that you trust. It's gorgeous, classic with a little bit of sparkle. For just a moment as you get dressed in it on the big day, you wonder how he’ll feel about seeing you in it. Usually, you don't let yourself fall into daydreaming about how things could be, it helps keep your feelings locked up. They’re almost a completely separate entity at this point.

They don’t feel like that when you walk down the aisle, gripping the bouquet of roses, eucalyptus, and baby’s breath tight. He looks as handsome as ever and young, looking like a love sprung, recent college graduate that he is.

When you join him up at the altar he turns to you, grasping your hand, “Thank you for being here with me.”

“Of course, you know I wouldn’t miss it.”

If you were in your right mind, your knees would buckle as you watch her walk down the aisle. But, you’ve prepared yourself for this day. Coached and coached and coached yourself into the delusion that you can handle this. You can watch him tie himself to her in this way, pledge himself to her, and whatever family they’ll build together. You can and you do.

He pulls you onto the dance floor later that night and you can’t help but smile at how happy he is. If either of you is being honest, he rarely lets himself be truly happy. But as the two of you glide around the dance floor you don't see any hints of his perpetual sadness in his deep brown eyes. When you ask him about it he says he can't feel it either.

That makes it all worth it to you. You know better than anyone else what his past holds and how it’s kept him from believing in himself and his deserved happiness. You can’t think of a better reason to resign to your fate and you start to scour the crowd for the guy Haley talks about setting you up with.

Once you’re home at an indecent hour, you peel yourself out of the dress and put it in a box you label goodwill. You never want to see it again.

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realtime-00 · 1 year

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This is such a damper on my spirits but has anyone noticed Thomas and Paget don’t follow each other on instagram? Like how devastating is that?

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beelmons · 1 year

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Not your subordinate.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (non-BAU) Word count: 1,110 Genre: Angst with a happy ending cw: hospitals, mentions of someone being shot, mentions of death, light angst. Summary: Aaron is shot in the line of duty and you're there when he wakes up, however, his agent side comes out when you less need it. A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble and got a bit too long, whoops.

Nothing quite prepares you for the feeling of seeing a loved one bedridden by a bullet to the chest. Let alone your husband, the one you believe to be your other half, the cord that keeps you tied to this earth with a willingness to appreciate beauty and life.

Your breath was caught in your throat, your hands tightly gripping the area of you chest, as if you were trying to snatch your heart and give it a comforting hug. You sobbed quietly, your lips pursed trying your best to not let the tears flow so freely.

"He's out of danger." you heard the man behind you speak up. Reid, the BAU's local genius, had been so kind to call you and escort you to the hospital so you could see your husband who had been hurt in the line of duty hours earlier.

You approached the bed and pulled a chair to be sitting to his level, your hands immediately reaching for his and squeezing it with light desperation.

"Mrs. Hotchner." Spencer remained by the door, pity written all over his face "I really need to take you to Quantico now." he stated as he signaled toward the exit.

"I'm not leaving him." your head snapped in his direction, brows furrowed in offense. You saw him tense up, and you decided to relax instead. This wasn't his fault, it was part of the job.

"The UnSub hasn't been apprehended yet, he could be targeting the hospital." he tried to explain.

"The more the reason to stay, then, don't you think?" with your final statement your sight went back to Hotch. One of your hands tangled on his hair, and you appreciated his sleeping face. On the daily, even when he slept, he always had traces of concern, but in this very second, he just looked peaceful.

Spencer wasn't able to form any rebuttal, so his head nodded slightly to indicate he understood your position. "I'll have two officers posted at the door, if you notice anything odd, or someone seems off, please call me or Agent Prentiss immediately."

You shot him an understanding and thankful smile before you agreed with your head. You watched as he turned, ready to head back into the field "Spencer." you said to interrupt his actions, and he stopped in his tracks to provide you the attention "Get the son of a bitch." you said resolutely.

Without further word, he darted out of the room. Never did you imagine four walls could suffocate you in such a way. The faint beeping of the monitor, that was both the indicator that he was still alive and the reminder that he almost died, seemed to be getting on your nerves.

Minutes later, you noticed the uniforms stand by the door, and your body could finally relax a bit more. Your head dropped to be laying on the bed instead. You weren't sure when, but you had drifted off to sleep, your hand still tightly attached to your husband's.

"Mrs. Hotchner" you heard someone call your name and you bolted up immediately. A wide smile drew itself on your face, along with a couple droplets of tears, when you realized it had been no other than Aaron himself.

His eyes were half-lidded, his voice still groggy from having just woken up. You hovered over him with excitement, doing your best to not lay your your entire weight on him as you hugged his body. "Thank God, you're awake."

His arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders. He took a second to close his eyes again, simply engulfing the feeling of your embrace. He wouldn't tell you, but when he struggled to breathe, and he felt his life escape his hands, he could only think of you. Of how thankful he was to have been loved by someone like you.

"You shouldn't be here." he finally said once you pulled back, your hands back to squeezing his.

"Saveit, Reid already tried to get me off here. Didn't work." you said, your eyes fixed on him to prove him you were dead serious.

"Honey." he said, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he had that professional glare you had gotten so used to seeing whenever he had work to do, and that you tried to hard to keep away from your household. "He's fixated on me. He could be trying to get to the hospital to finish what he started. Please, go to quantico so you can be safe." there was something different about his tone, it was pleading, sure, but you could hear the hint of a command hovering over it.

"I'm not one of your subordinates, Aaron, so check that tone with me." you stated, a bit offended as well. His expression softened immediately, the stone hitting right to his forehead, and his eyes began to redden and water along with his nose.

"I don't want to risk losing you." his voice was shaky, a weak hand reached to land on your cheek, cupping it gently.

You sighed, your own emotions beginning to flow. You sniffled to gather strength, your words were not going to be easy to say. "You always say that whenever something goes wrong." you pointed out "Does it ever cross your mind that I don't want to lose you either?"

"It's different." he tried to argue.

"It's not." you shot him a smile "Aaron, if a bad guy were to enter through that door right now, he might as well take me with you. Because if I lose you, even if I live, there won't be any of me left. Who I am today, is a scramble of what we've been through. Together." you heard him sniffle half way through your speech, his tears finally flowing down his face.

He tugged at your hand, indicating that you should jump on the bed. You did so, struggling to keep yourself up on the edge by clinging to your husband's waist. His chin rested on top of your head, and you rested yours on his chest.

"I'm kind of glad you are not on the team" he admitted jokingly in attempt to diffuse the blue atmosphere.

"Yeah, I'm not very good at doing what you tell me to, am I?" you went along.

"To be fair, they aren't either." he answered, causing the two of you to chuckle at the same time.

Many years have you spent at the side of this man, many years you prayed this would remain the same, and sure, a time might come in which you are separated, but thinking about that could wait. He is still here, in your arms, where he belongs.

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writeplace-wrongtime · 9 months

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Got literally no recs on the last post, but its okay because I just wrote it myself.

3k words in and nearly finished. First time I'll have finished a fic in like.... 5 years. Get ready, secret relationship reader x hotchner coming soon.

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↬ To Be Loved and To Be in Love ↫

Aaron Hotchner x chef female reader

Summary: You drop by the BAU to bring the team a homemade lunch while Beth returns from Beijing to visit Hotch

Warnings: none, angst and fluff, Beth and Hailey are mentioned.

WC: 2K

Pic credit: Pinterest

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Five months ago, your dear neighbour David Rossi asked for a favour, he was having his friends over and wanted your help to cook for them. Dave is not known for sharing his kitchen, but this is something you and him did regularly. Living next door to a pro chef with a successful catering business was a win for Dave. You obliged, with more than a few ideas in mind to try out.

He invites you to stay, you decline, not wanting to intrude and be the odd one out. But Rossi is a man with a plan, he invites them earlier than previously stated, effectively forcing you to meet the team he speaks so fondly of.

You’re a person who often needs at least a couple of interactions to accurately recall a face. This evening was no different. You fell into easy conversation with the team, they were interested to get to know you, listening eagerly about your work as a chef, a welcomed distraction from their own line of work. You indulge them graciously, careful not to press them about the details of their own work in return.

One person in the group does not contribute much. Dave enthusiastically introduces him to you as, “Aaron, the boss man,” he was quiet, face mostly unreadable but outrageously handsome. The few times he does speak, you nearly melt at his soft yet dominating voice. He is a man of few words, that much is clear. He smirks a handful of times throughout the evening. You were dying to get a better look at his beautiful face, but too intimidated to ogle at the older man. At the end of the night when everyone said their goodbyes, he came up to you on the balcony, thanking you for the delicious meal. His tone while speaking to you was different, good different. It was softer, more gentle, he was warm and kind, the epitome of a gentleman. He had called you beautiful before he knew what he was doing and began to fluster, tripping over his words as a soft blush graced his cheeks. That did you in, seeing the ‘boss man’ get all blushy and shy, and for you no less. You exchanged numbers that night and went home with a clear image of his face imprinted on your mind.

The two of you have been inseparable since. He loves everything last thing about you. Your aura, the way you speak, the way you carry yourself, the way your eyes twinkle when you’re trying to concentrate, the small adjustments you’ve made in the kitchen to allow for Jack, your self appointed sous chef, to maneuver safely.

And you love everything last thing about him. His beautiful face, his kind gestures, his ability to know exactly what to say to comfort you, his pure heart, his eagerness to learn everything about you, the love he has for his son.

You learned that his two love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. He craves your touch, always reaching out to hold onto you in any way he can. It brings him a sense of comfort he can’t quite find elsewhere. And your words mean more to him than you’ll ever know. The words of encouragement you offer him every morning, whenever you stop to tell him how proud of him you are, when you make it a point to verbalize your appreciation for the things he does for you. It’s hard to miss the effect this has on him. It blankets him with a sense of warmth and belonging, making his heart skip a beat. It makes him smile, a real smile and not a sly grin. Your words make him feel loved, wanted, heard, and appreciated. Your love slowly brings the colour back to Aaron’s life.

Acts of service are your love language. You often take some time out of your day to bring the team something to eat. You can't help yourself, you’ve grown fond of them. Truth be told, you're putty in their hands. It was a surprise each time, southern style banana pudding that Spencer literally went bananas over, mango salsa chicken tacos with homemade fries that made Garcia shed a tear, afghan rice and beef kebabs skewered to perfection that had even Strauss drooling. They were blown away every time. Derek and Emily were quick to accuse Dave of purposely hiding you from them all this time. Hotch laughed at that.

Today, you made beef gyros with homemade tzatziki that you were very proud of. You even brought a complementary raspberry lemonade. Feeling content, you walk into the BAU excited for their reviews.

“Our saving grace, and she comes bearing gifts!” Garcia squeaks excitedly, rushing to help you with the containers. Spencer launches into a speech about the value and history of food sharing in various cultures around the globe, eliciting a loud groan from Derek.

You shake your head at them and laugh, turning to ask Emily where Aaron was when you notice her smile start to fade. You follow her gaze to a brunette that hops out of the elevator.

“Hello! How is everybody doing?” she chirps, quickly joining the rest of you. The team looks surprised to see her, muttering pleasantries and stealing awkward glances at one another. You feel lost, something is up and you are the odd one out.

She could be Emily’s girl, but she’s barely acknowledging her, and besides, I swear Em likes blondes….

“I don't think we’ve met! Hi, I’m Beth!” she gushes, extending her hand. You politely introduce yourself, “Very nice to meet you agent Y/N!” you don't have time to correct her as her next words strike something in you.

“How's Aaron? I came to say hi, God it's been so long, is he in his office?” her bubbly tone and never fading smile were starting to get on your nerves by now.

Woah hold on, Aaron? Who is this and how is she on a first name basis with him? And why have I not heard of her?

You stand still, lost in thought as someone responds and she all but skips over to his office.

“Hey, are you ok?” JJ sits you down, Emily close behind. The two of them fill you in on this Beth character. She’s his ex, they had broken up about a year ago when she took a job in Beijing.

That hurt, you tried not to let it, but it hurt. His ex who you never knew about. His ex who he only broke up with out of necessity. The one that got away…

“Listen, honestly Y/N, I wouldn't worry about it too much, she was his first anything after Hailey and he loves you. I mean, the man worships the ground you walk on, you have nothing to worry about,” Emily sounds sure of herself, you don’t share that sentiment. JJ hands you a water bottle that you graciously accept as you excuse yourself, gyros and lemonade long forgotten.

You ignore Aaron’s calls for the rest of the day, burying yourself in your work and falling down a rabbit hole of self doubt. You are not all the way present as your assistant goes over the details for an upcoming catering event in New York. Your thoughts are all consuming. If Beth didn’t have to move away, he would’ve never broken up with her, that much was clear. They broke up out of necessity, and you suspected that Aaron had encouraged her to go forth and pursue her dreams. He did it out of love, so surely he still has some feelings for her. You convince yourself that you’ve been nothing but a placeholder all this time. That hurt like hell. You’ve never been one to compete with another woman for a man to pick you, so you would make it easy for him.

A few hours later, Aaron shows up to your workplace, clearly flustered. He looks out of place in his ultra-formal black suit and tie, a stark contrast to the soft pastel coloured walls and the lilac flowers that welcome him at the front desk. A frown is etched onto his face as he searches for you, “Y/N, hi, I’ve been trying to reach you all day angel, are you ok?” you look up at him with a blank expression, the endearing pet name does nothing for you at that moment.

You excuse yourself, allowing him to follow you into a small room for privacy, the two of you sit across from each other. A small coffee table sits between you.

“I know you came by the office today,” he begins softly, “I heard that you ran into Beth, I’ll explain everything sweetheart, but please know that I love you, you mean everything to me Y/N.” You let him hold your hand but stay silent.

“Please say something, please talk to me Y/N,” he pleads, eagerly trying to reach your eyes. “You go first” you croak, your voice giving you away. He sighs, his heart feels heavy, he’s afraid what this conversation might lead to, what it could mean for your relationship.

“Beth and I dated for a little over a year, she was my first relationship after being married. I was alone for a long time, even in my marriage. I didn’t expect to meet a woman, to take her out on dates, all of it was foreign to me, the last time I had done anything remotely similar, Jack wasn’t born,” he pauses, taking in a deep breath. Your eyes finally meet his and you see each other’s pain, you will yourself to hold it in, to hear him out.

“Our relationship was unexpected but nice. I didn’t know what I was doing half the time, but I decided to give happiness a chance, for my own sake and for Jack. After a while, it felt easy, and comfortable.”

In that moment, you desperately want to reach out and hold him. Despite everything, you're proud of him for choosing happiness.

“When she got the job in Beijing, I was sad to see her go but ending it was not a difficult decision. I was not willing to uproot my life and my son for her dreams. I just wasn’t ready to compromise on that level for what we had. And she understood, she wasn’t willing to compromise her dreams for what we had either. And that was ok.”

He gives you a wobbly smile, soft brown eyes trained on yours as he continues, his hands never leaving yours.

“Sometimes people come into your life only for a season and that's ok. She came in today asking if we could rekindle things, I said no because I’ve found my forever person,” he looks up at you with teary eyes now, clinging onto your hands, silently begging you to accept him, to stay.

You let out the breath you've been holding in since he walked in, shoulders finally relaxing. Out of everything he had to say, the most important thing to you was that he did not try to discredit her or their relationship in an effort to defend himself. Instead, he was honest with you and allowed himself to be vulnerable in the moment. It makes a world of a difference to you. You respect him for it.

You pull him into a deep embrace, it's your response to him pouring his heart out. It's a warm, tight hug, one that screams relief.

You pull away to stare up at him, “I’ve found my forever person too.” You sit there for a while, foreheads touching, arms around each other. It feels nice. He apologizes for not telling you about her, but you’re past that. You know him, it always works best when you allow him to share at his own pace. You understand him, you accept him, and he loves you for it.

Being with Aaron has shown you the beauty of being in love, and how equally beautiful it is to be loved.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

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ihopeineverloseyou19 · 2 years

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Getting older was never a reason to celebrate

tw: small mentions of abuse, blood, loneliness, self-loathing

words: 1.2K

He wasn't considered important enough that people would remember it, remember him. Who he was. He didn’t care about it, so why it had to hurt so much, when his family didn’t either? @hotch-central @jaspxr @masterwords

He wasn't considered important enough that people would remember it, barely his school classmates did, so why did it hurt so much when his parents barely acknowledge that day? When they didn’t remember even the important things. His mother always forgot some food from the list his father so carefully created wherever the both of them had to go to buy some, for the meals he required to eat, his father needed everything on that list. Every item was important. If that happened, well, there would be a fight, it would start as a warning as Aaron’s father inspected their shopping bags, never spending more money than he gave them.

Money was tight in their family. Money, Aaron thought, was why he never got nice things, like clothes or presents on his birthdays. The occasional years hir mother remembered it. His father didn’t care about him, about his son growing up, Aaron learned to do the same, following his steps, not caring about his clothes not fitting correctly, he had worse problems than those, people not simply knowing when his birthday was, it was indifferent to him. He didn’t like celebrating it much, so why would he feel saddened when his other classmates would bring in something (most times a home cooked cake made from their mother). And the birthday wishes would spill out momentarily?

Forgetfulness was nothing new in his home, he should have been accustomed to his parents not knowing it. His mother didn’t even remember how old he was most of the times, even after the bad days, when she could not get up from bed, when her whole body ached, because his father had been more savage than other times, when blood was involved, his mother didn’t leave their bed. Aaron learned long ago not to bother her, not knocking on the door asking for presents, wondering where the cake he was made for seven consecutive years was, why his mother had not wished him a happy birthday and woken him up to a breakfast full of his favorite sweets when his father had gone to work. Why did he feel so empty on a day of celebration of his own birth?

Sean came around faster than he could notice, ten years after his parents stopped seeing him, noticing him around. With Sean, they had a reason, he was not invisible to them, now, the new baby was the excuse, his father even helped, which was a rare occurrence. His father, who never gave a hand with anything, a mistake he committed when he yelled why his father had never had to put the table, Aaron slept with his first black eye. The first of presents he would get from his father, little marks across his skin that he didn’t ask for.

Every time his mother looked at his younger son, something was breaking down in Aaron, parts of a childhood he didn’t get to live. Parts where Sean was the only protagonist, out of the two boys, the one who had a normal life, between those four walls. His parents marriage was not bad for him, after all, his father had change for the better, he stopped touching his mother, and he didn’t feel the need to hit every moving object in his home, without counting Aaron, maybe it was what bothered him, that he keep immobile when the fist came to him, still, when the punches were coming his way, angry that he could not protect himself. But who could he? It was the first time he received any sort of emotional touch from him. He had to take everything he could, before his mother found out, before anyone found out.

His little brother was different, he noticed it right away, from the continuous interest he always had on him. He was special to him, someone he had to protect through every fight his parents picked at night, tucking him in, later when plates were broken and the front door slammed close Aaron would go down to help his mother clean some of her bloody wounds, bandaging her just how he was taught, checking first if his little brother was asleep, checking if he had noticed a change in their family.

Sean, the first person that had cared to learn about his birthday, the first cake he had in eight years, his brother had saved up his monthly allowance to buy a chocolate frozen cake, it was the cheapest he could find. Aaron knew because he did the same thing once for his father's birthday, when his mother could not get up from bed. One of those days that Aaron was left alone. Those kind of bad days where he had learned to take care of himself. He knew that if her mother didn't have everything perfect for his father's birthday, she would spend more than three consecutive days in bed. If he didn’t want that to happen, he had to act quickly. Every movement came calculated after the first time, long sleeves were a necessity wherever he left his house, with those clothes, no questions were asked, as for the fights, they happened in every marriage, it was completely normal. For him at least it was. The only thing he could find that his father and him loved, was the love for chocolate.

Now it was different. Everything changed when he stepped out of his house, leaving his little brother behind, because he would have been well taken care of. They didn’t have a problem with remembering he even existed, or his clothes size. His mother would never mistake his age or buy him clothes too little to fit, because he had grown out unexpectedly when he was eleven. Sean was not going to live through that, as much as it hurt him to admit it, his father loved him, more than he did Aaron.

Old birthdays were not something he was proud to celebrate, even acknowledging that he was getting older bothered him, perhaps it was the lack of childhood he spent trying to be everything but a child, always vigilant of his father next blow towards his mother, or searching for some place away from home that he could feel safe enough to be himself. He lived being indifferent to his parents, he wondered if it was something he could recover from someday.

New birthdays, on the other hand, were everything he had desired to have as a child, happiness had to be the first thing he came up with everytime one of his colleagues reminded him that ‘tomorrow is your birthday’. If he could pick something he would cherish forever, it would have to be Jack, running towards his and Haley’s bed, little feet tip towing against their bedroom floor as he jumped in him, plastering him with kisses because it was his birthday, and the gift he received every year from him, he was convinced that they would need a bigger fridge. Aaron appreciated his own family, more than they would ever know, and even Sean, who was there every of his birthdays, with a yearly phone call. If he was lucky, his mother would also be on the other side, wishing what he had wanted to listen to since he was nine years old, nothing more than ‘happy birthday’.

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