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to my fellow hotchniss authors, i have a request.....can someone pls write a smutty oneshot with emily saying sexy stuff in another language? like french or smth? and have aaron go absolutely feral over it? pls i wanna read this so bad
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loving her is wild, the best i ever had
pairing: hotchniss
summary: the hotchner family spend the day at the library
word count: 1k
Ever since she was a little girl, Emily had loved to read.
She read anything from a newspaper to the writing on a cereal box, always searching for more words to suck into her brain. Her mother didn't understand her love for reading. She insisted books were nonsense, especially the fictional ones that were filled with nothing but fairy tales. But Emily loved fiction like that. She loved cracking open a new book and diving into a fantasy. The real world disappointed her, so she hid in a different one.
Her love for books never left her, not even as she got older. If anything the love just grew stronger. She could never leave a store without picking up a book. She spent a lot of her free time at the library, sifting through shelves upon shelves to find her new obsession. She often brought books with her on cases to enjoy on the jet rides, a good way to distract her from the ugliness she saw on most days.
The only person she knew to share her love for reading was Reid, but he didn't read the same kind of books she did. All he read were ancient books of history, nothing that interested her. She couldn't rant to anyone about the books she read, not until Aaron.
Aaron didn't share her love for books, but he always listened when she babbled on about what she was reading at the moment. He would nod along and smile whenever she got excited about a certain scene, and in a way it made her feel special. He actually listened to her. He actually cared about her silly hobbies even if they didn't interest him at all.
He wasn't the only one who listened to her ramble about books. Jack did, too. And he immediately latched onto reading himself after she told him about all the cool books she'd read in her life. He'd become almost as obsessed as she was, and she couldn't be more happy to have gotten him into her favorite hobby. It didn't matter that he was only mine and the only books he could read were ones like Percy Jackson. She enjoyed sharing reading with him anyway.
"Mom, look!" The young boy ran up to her in the sci-fi aisle and shoved a childrens' chapter book in her face. "It has a dragon on the cover! Isn't it cool?"
Emily plucked the book from his hands and examined the cover. "Wow, buddy, it does look cool. Can you read what the title says?"
"Ee-ruh-gone," Jack sounded out, looking up at her for confirmation.
She grinned. "That's right, Jack Jack. You wanna check this one out?"
He nodded eagerly and she handed the book back to him. "Okay, let me look a little more and then we can go check out together. Do you know where your dad is?"
"He's with Ruby in the baby section," Jack informed her, still mesmerized by his dragon book.
Emily smiled at the thought of her husband playing with their daughter in the toddler section of the library. Ruby was only two, so she couldn't read yet, but she enjoyed looking at pictures and playing with the blocks the library provided.
She turned back to the shelves and hummed quietly, thinking. "Hey Jack Jack, what do you think I should get? A book about pirates or a book about zombies?"
"Both!" Jack bounced on his toes excitedly, clasping his own book to his chest.
Emily huffed out a laugh at her son's excitement. She was already hanging onto a bag full of books, and she knew Aaron was going to freak once she showed up with them, seeing as how they agreed to only one this time, but she always had a way to get him to cave. "Well, I can't argue with that. I'll just get both."
Jack grabbed her hand and guided her to the toddler section, where Aaron was seated on the floor with a picture book in his lap. His reading glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose as he read to Ruby, who was busy playing with the toys rather than listening to her dad.
He immediately stopped reading once he noticed his wife, and Ruby's head snapped up in confusion, her brown eyes lighting up as soon as she saw Emily. Her tiny hands shot up, babbling at her mom to pick her up.
"Hi, sweet pea," Emily cooed as she hefted Ruby into her arms, holding her close and kissing her dark head of hair. "Has daddy been reading to you?"
Ruby just stuck her thumb in her mouth, gazing at Emily with big eyes.
Aaron pushed himself off the floor, wincing slightly as his knees cracked. Emily had warned him multiple times not to sit on the floor with Ruby, but he always claimed he was fine, that playing with his little girl made the pain bearable. "I tried to read her so many books but all she cared about were the blocks."
Emily smiled and tickled Ruby's tummy, making the girl giggle. "It's okay, baby. You'll learn to love books when you're older, like Mommy and Jack Jack."
"Look Dad!" Jack showed Aaron his dragon book enthusiastically, beaming. "It's called Ee-ruh-gone, right mom?"
"That's right," Emily nodded, then grinned sheepishly up at her husband. "I might've gotten a few books."
Aaron raised an eyebrow, knowing that "a few" books meant half the library. "Em, we agreed on just one this time."
"But there's been so many good ones stocked since we last came!" She set Ruby down on the floor and produced her bag of books to his view. There were at least ten in there and Aaron stifled a groan.
"Sweetheart…"
"I'll read them all, I promise." She gave him her best puppy-dog eyes, and because he could never deny her anything, he gave in.
"Fine," he sighed, taking the bag of library books from her. "I don't even know how you're gonna have time to read all of these."
"I'll find time," she said, picking up Ruby again and following him to the check-out counter. "Maybe I'll use our s-e-x time to read them."
He shot her a glare that was more playful than anything as he set her books along with Jack's on the counter. She chuckled, the sound causing Ruby to grin as well, and the sight of his two girls smiling made his heart soar.
"You guys are going to be the death of me," he muttered, handing the lady behind the counter their library card.
"You love us." Emily pressed a kiss to his stubbled cheek.
"Yeah, Dad loves us," Jack agreed, throwing his arms around Aaron's waist.
Aaron sighed dramatically, fixing his eyes on Ruby. "What am I gonna do with these two?" He asked rhetorically, knowing the two year old couldn't answer.
They left the library, Emily holding Ruby and Aaron carrying a totebag full of books. He wasn't a reader, never had been, but he loved how much Emily and Jack loved books. Sure, the amount of books they got each time they went to the library was concerning, but he could never refuse either of them. It was a harmless hobby.
But if Ruby grew up to inherit that hobby, well...he just knew he was done for.
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wherever i go, you bring me home
pairing: hotchniss
summary: emily calls for aaron in her sleep, bringing out feelings he can't ignore.
word count: 1k-2k
He's always been a light sleeper.
He doesn't get much sleep anyway, but when he does he can still hear the world around him, most of his senses still wide awake. He'd be lucky if he got more than three hours of good sleep.
So when a light knock sounds on the door of his hotel room, his eyes immediately blink open to the darkness. His brows furrow in confusion as he shoves the covers off of him and sits up, the soles of his bare feet hitting the soft carpet.
He crosses the room and opens the door to a sleepy JJ, her blonde hair frazzled and her eyelids droopy. One of his eyebrows quirks. "JJ?"
She runs a hand through her messy hair. "Emily has been calling for you in her sleep."
Emily? He frowns. "Why?"
JJ shrugs. "I don't know, but she's keeping me awake, so I decided to just come here and tell you.
He's beyond confused. Why would Emily be calling for him out of all people?
"Okay," he says slowly, "would you like to switch rooms?"
She expels a sigh of relief. "Yes, please. I love Em, but she's driving me crazy."
Aaron nods. "Okay. You can take my room."
"Thanks." JJ slips inside, sending him a grateful smile. He nods again and starts down the hallway for Emily's room, his stomach twisting. What is he supposed to do? Get in bed with her? Wake her up and tell her that she's been calling his name? Maybe she's having a nightmare and needs someone to comfort her, but if that's the case he's certainly not the right person for the job. He can barely comfort Jack when he's upset.
He gently creaks the door open, his eyes finding Emily curled up on the bed, murmuring softly to herself in the dark. He feels his chest clench at the sight. She looks so innocent, so cute, for lack of a better word. He quickly reprimands himself for even thinking such a thing about his subordinate.
Without knowing what else to do, he quietly slips into her bed, careful not to wake her or get too close. He can hear her murmurs clearly now. She snuggles deeper into the blanket, softly repeating his name over and over again like a mantra.
"Hotch." She shifts a little, as if seeking for him. "Aaron," she mumbles.
A weird feeling pools in the pit of his stomach as she continues to say his name in her sleep. She's never called him Aaron before, no one really does, it's always just been Hotch. But hearing his first name on her lips makes his insides fill with warmth.
Slowly, carefully, he slips beneath the blankets and positions his head on a pillow, watching her with soft eyes. He's always cared about her a little more than the others, even though she hasn't been on the team as long as everyone else. There's just something about her that makes him want to protect her from the world.
"Aaron," she whimpers again, and this time it's as if she knows he's here with her because she shifts closer to him, her small hands grasping at the air for him.
He knows he shouldn't, knows he should still remain professional in this situation, but his emotions take over and he allows her hand to find him. She immediately scoots into his body, her mind still in a deep sleep, her hands curling into fists as they rest against his chest.
Without him realizing, a soft smile graces his lips as she cuddles into him. He likes this. Likes the way she feels against him. Likes someone asking for him, wanting him to be close to them.
But he especially likes that it's her. And in the morning he'll view it as a problem, when he sneaks out of her room and switches with JJ again, but for now, as he watches her serene face, he can't bring himself to care.
XxX
It happens again a few weeks later on the jet.
They're returning to Quantico from a case that's pushed them all into exhaustion, and Emily has already fallen asleep in the seat next to him. None of the others are to the point of succumbing to sleep yet, but Aaron doubts they'd sleep anyway with what Emily is mumbling.
"Aaron." It's barely audible, but Aaron hears it perfectly.
Reid quickly perks up from his seat across from her. "Did she just say Aaron?"
Everyone's eyes are on him now. He feels the heat of their stares, the questions brewing in their eyes, and he wishes Emily would suddenly wake up and explain to them all why she's been murmuring his name in her sleep.
Because truthfully, he can't think of a damn reason why.
"Aaron," she sighs, curling into her seat. Aaron shuts his eyes, willing everyone around him to disappear.
Morgan sits up, his headphones locked around his neck. "Okay, I'm very confused right now. Why is she calling for boss?"
"Usually when a person is calling for someone in their sleep, it means they feel that person in their safe place," Reid informs them all casually.
Before anyone can reply to that, the jet comes to a halt and the entry door opens. They all scramble to their feet, but Emily remains asleep, unaware of anything around her.
Aaron sighs and goes to wake her. "Prentiss. Prentiss, it's time to go."
She groans softly, eyes refusing to open. "Want Aaron," she mumbles.
The same weird feeling from before creeps in on him, but he quickly pushes it away before he can analyze it. "I'm here," he tells her. "We have to get off the jet now."
Her eyes slowly flutter open, but he can tell she's still half asleep. He chuckles at her confused look before he can stop himself and helps her out of her seat.
"I'm sleepy," she tells him as they exit the jet, looking like a child who's been waken up too early.
"I know you are," he responds gently. "Do you want me to take you home?"
He has no idea where the offer came from. It just left his mouth before he could even think. But she smiles up at him and suddenly he becomes glad he asked.
XxX
They're in his car, and the urge to ask her about it is strong, but he doesn't know how to approach the subject without embarrassing her. She doesn't have a clue that she's been calling for him every time she's asleep. Maybe it would be better if he just left it alone.
But curiosity gnaws at him and he can't hold himself back any longer.
Clearing his throat, he says, "Prentiss?"
Her head turns away from the window to face him. "Hm?"
He decides to dive straight in. "When we were on the jet, you were kind of...talking in your sleep."
Her eyes widen in horror. "Oh, God. What was I saying? Did I say something bad?"
"It wasn't anything bad," he assures her. "And it wasn't really talking in sentences. You were just saying something over and over. Well, calling for someone, I should say."
She bites her lower lip, then releases it. "Who was I calling for?"
He keeps his eyes on the road, his fingers tightening on the wheel. "Me."
Silence fills the car and he wishes he would've just kept quiet. He opens his mouth to apologize, but she beats him to it.
"I'm sorry," she says, shifting in her seat anxiously. "I didn't know I was doing that. I didn't mean to, I swear. Please don't fire me."
A laugh escapes him without meaning to and she stares at him in confusion. "I'm sorry," he rushes to correct his behavior, shaking his head. "I don't mean to laugh. I just...why would I fire you for that?"
"Because it's unprofessional?" Her brown eyes are still wide, like doe-eyes, and he clenches the steering wheel even tighter to steady himself.
"It's fine, Prentiss. Really. I just thought I should let you know in case the team brings it up tomorrow."
Her eyes are nearly bulging out of their sockets now. "The team heard?"
"Well, it was on the jet, so yes, they heard."
"Oh, God."
"They'll most likely forget about it in a few days," he tries to reassure her. "They'll find something else to obsess over. It's fine. I promise."
She doesn't reply, but she gifts him with a small smile, a smile that makes him feel things he knows he shouldn't. Emily is his subordinate, a friend only. He shouldn't be wondering what it would be like to kiss her plump lips or take her hand in his. He definitely shouldn't want to offer to come inside with her, to help her sleep because now he knows she won't be able to sleep without him.
He shouldn't want anything with her. But he does.
He reaches her place and parks the car, his ass rooted to the seat. He isn't going to get out. He's going to watch her walk inside and force himself to forget about everything that's happened.
But she doesn't get out yet. Instead she looks at him, bites her lip, then smiles shyly. "Would you like to come inside?"
He tries to ignore the pounding of his heart inside his chest. "That would be unprofessional, wouldn't it?"
"It's not unprofessional to make my boss some coffee for the road."
"I'm not a big fan of coffee," he rasps, eyes darting from hers to her lips.
"What are you a fan of, then?"
The word goes unsaid.
"Tea," he says eventually, still lost in the beauty that were her eyes. "I'll take some tea, if you have it."
"I have tea." She slips out of the car, not waiting for him to follow, but he does because he's either an idiot or the smartest person alive.
And when he walks in behind her, he can't help but think this may be the start of something beautiful.
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ok so i don't normally post my works here but i thought it would be fun to share some little oneshots every now and then. i always write sporadically so these will all be very random but i hope u guys enjoy them
if i went to heaven it
would still be hell
(without you there)
pairing: hotchniss
summary: emily gets hurt while trying to catch an unsub. in comes protective aaron.
word count: 1k
To say Aaron was pissed would be the understatement of the year.
He was livid, maybe even beyond that, and the reason for his anger was currently sitting on a stretcher while a paramedic tended to her wounds.
Emily sported a deep gash on her forehead, a bloody lip, and possibly a broken arm, all because she was trying to play hero and run into a building alone to try and bring down an unsub. She knew better than to go anywhere without backup, yet she'd been an idiot and nearly gotten herself killed. So, yeah, Aaron was more than just pissed.
If it had been anyone else, he would've lashed out, would've yelled at them for being incredibly stupid and maybe even have suspended them. But this was Emily, his Emily, and as furious as he was he couldn't bring himself to take it out on her. It wouldn't do much good anyway.
He reeled in his anger and headed over to where she sat, grumbling under her breath about how she was fine and that she wanted to go home. Only Emily would brush away a broken arm like it was nothing.
"Prentiss." He halted in front of her, using a stern tone that let her know she was in trouble.
Her eyes snapped up to his and a scoff escaped her. "So we're back to last names now? Look, if you're here to yell at me you might as well just save your breath. I know that what I did was stupid, but I just really wanted to catch that guy."
He pressed lips together in a firm line, watching her with speculative eyes. Her injuries looked even worse up close, but somehow she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
"You're right," he eventually responded lowly. "What you did was incredibly stupid. You could've gotten yourself killed."
"If I hadn't gone in when I did, he could've killed Macey," she stressed.
"You should've waited for us."
"I couldn't let him kill her." She brushed away some hair that had fallen into her face, huffing in frustration. "Yeah, he could've killed me, but I had to at least try to save her. You can't tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
"That's not the point, Emily." He tried to keep his voice even, but his emotions crept on him as he thought about what could've happened had he not gotten there when he did. She could've been shot, stabbed, tortured...if that happened, he wouldn't know what to do with himself. She was everything to him. She was all he had left besides Jack.
"Then what's the point, Hotch?" She hopped off the stretcher despite the paramedics protests and came face to face with him, crossing her arms assertively. "This is my job. I know the risks. I could die, you could die, any one of us could die. We all know that. Yet we do it because we want to help people. We want to put criminals behind bars and keep people safe. Being put in danger is a part of the job, and I've accepted that a long time ago. So if I get hurt or even killed trying to save someone from a fucking psycho, then so be it."
His expression remained stoic, but his gut churned at her words. She was right; their job was overly dangerous and any one of them could get killed, but it was also his job to protect her from that. He'd already lost one woman he loved to a murderer, he wasn't going to let that happen again.
"I love you," he said, his voice as thick as gravel. "I love you so much, and I can't...if something were to happen to you...I can't even stomach the thought. I've already lost Haley, Emily. I can't lose you too." He took a deep breath to collect himself. "I know I can't keep you away from this job. This is your life and I understand that. But that doesn't mean it makes it any easier for me. Everyday I worry about you getting hurt or killed and me not being there to save you. And before you say that you don't need saving, I don't care. I'm going to save you, Emily. Whether you like it or not."
He noticed a lone tear escape her eye and slide down her cheek, but before he could wipe it away she threw herself into him as best she could with a broken arm, burying her face into his chest.
"I love you too," she said, the words muffled by his clothes. She lifted her head and looked at him with a watery smile. "I worry about you getting hurt too, you know. It's not easy for me either. But everyday I just pray you come out safe and alive, and when you do it gets easy for me to breathe again."
He bent his head to brush his lips across her cheek. "I'm never going to leave you, you hear me? Which means you better not leave me either. I need you, Em. I need you so much."
"The only way I'm leaving is if you force me out of your life," she grinned, stealing a kiss from his lips swiftly.
"I'd never do that," he murmured against her lips. "Jack wouldn't allow me."
"Jack." She sighed, stamping one last kiss to his jaw before pulling away completely. "I want to see Jack."
"After we get you to the hospital."
"No," she whined softly. "No hospital. I'm fine, I swear. I just want to go home."
He fixed her with a stern look. "You need to get your arm checked out. The medic said it could be broken."
She scoffed. "Ugh, medics. What do they know? They're not even real doctors."
He tried his best to hide his smile. "Sweetheart, we're going to the hospital."
She bit her lip seductively, bringing her lips to his ear to negotiate. "And I don't suppose a nice blow job could make you change your mind?"
"When it comes to your health? No, it couldn't." He steered her in the direction of the ambulance and she huffed like a petulant child not getting their way. He simply kissed her cheek to soothe her as the medics made her hop onto the stretcher.
"If my arm does turn out to be broken," she started warily, "does that mean you're going to deny me sex until I'm healed?"
"Yes," he answered instantly, "but it'll be just as difficult for me as it will be for you."
"Aw, dammit."
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someone PLEASE give me ideas for hotchniss fics. im currently working on a hotchniss nanny au but i think im gonna scrap it cuz i just, hate it lols. so if anyone has any ideas pls lmk???? i rly wanna write about these idiots
#criminal minds#cm#hotchniss#aaron hotchner#emily prentiss#emily x aaron#idiots in love#fic ideas#plot ideas#pls im begging
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emily prentiss is literally a bottom and no one can tell me otherwise
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the urge to redo my account and make it a fan page for criminal minds
but i won't bc ive gained so much from the mentalist fandom and i love u all
#criminal minds#cm#the mentalist#jisbon#teresa lisbon#patrick jane#jane x lisbon#hotchniss#emily prentiss#aaron hotchner
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idk who to ship anymore. do i want hotchniss or jemily. the lesbian in me is screaming jemily, but hotchniss gives me the feels ☹️❤️
#criminal minds#cm#emily prentiss#aaron hotchner#jennifer jareau#the chemistry between both ships is insane#idk which to pick
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lols i guess im writing hotchniss fics now
#criminal minds#cm#aaron hotchner#emily prentiss#hotchniss#these 2 are driving me insane#and lets be honest#the smut is HOT
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someone tell me why the hell hotchniss never became a thing? are u telling me there's NO sexual tension between them at all? no buried love for the other? no groveling or begging the other to notice how much they love them? no "touch her and i'll kill you" scene?? UR LYING IM BEGGING PLS AARON AND EMILY SHOULDVE BEEN A THING.
#criminal minds#cm#hotchniss#emily prentiss#aaron hotchner#they shouldve fcking happened#and i will DIE on that hill
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watching criminal minds for the first time...safe to say ive found a new obsession (emily prentiss)
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emily prentiss and teresa lisbon can GET IT
there's just something about pale, dark haired, badass women that gets my blood pumping and skin sweating
#the mentalist#teresa lisbon#robin tunney#criminal minds#emily prentiss#paget brewster#hot women#like LORD#just one chance PLEASE
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guys it's kinktober, y'all better start posting jisbon smut nEOW
#the mentalist#teresa lisbon#jisbon#patrick jane#jane x lisbon#robin tunney#simon baker#smut#kinktober
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this dress is so flattering on her...i swear im staring respectfully
personal space? idk her: [42/?]
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I would do absolutely anything for this woman. and by anything, i mean ANYTHING
15 YEARS OF THE MENTALIST Day 5 : Fashion (one Lisbon look per season)
"The pocket rocket, the dynamite, heavily armed, cute as a button, agent Teresa Lisbon!"
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idk if anyone will answer this but just wondering, what jisbon fics would u guys like to see in the future? im almost done with one of mine and ive started another but i want more ideas lol. if any of u have any good plots you'd like me to use lmk !!
#the mentalist#teresa lisbon#jisbon#patrick jane#jane x lisbon#robin tunney#simon baker#fic writing#au's specifically#bc i prefer writing those#other than that idm
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you know who would be a perfect casting for jane and lisbon's daughter?
ella purnell.
you can't tell me she doesn't look like a mix of them. if u think so, ur lying. i accept no criticism on this.
#the mentalist#teresa lisbon#jisbon#patrick jane#jane x lisbon#robin tunney#simon baker#ella purnell
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