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angelhotchner · 1 year

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Comfort of Strangers - 2

Comfort of Strangers - Part Two

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!OC

Style: Multi-Part

Contents: Fluff, Adult Language, NSFW

Word Count: 1.3K

Life ain’t easy when you’re pining.

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“Come on, you’re funny when you’re drunk,” She was still trying to convince you but you just shook your head. When you turned back around to face her, bag in hand, you found Derek and Emily stood next to her with raised eyebrows.

It was Penelope’s idea to go out that night. You weren’t too keen on the idea - your couch had been calling your name since you arrived at the BAU that morning and you had plans to binge watch Law & Order that night with a pizza. Your mouth was watering at the thought of it. Besides, you assumed you wouldn’t be missed all that much if you took a rain check considering you didn’t feel like you had a strong bond with any of the team members yet.

“But Harris, you have to come with us!” Penelope pouted.

“Nah, I’m good,” You shook your head, turning towards your desk to gather your things.

“It’ll be fun,” Emily coaxed.

“We need it,” Derek shrugged, his head tilting at you. You were about to say no, thank you for the offer, but my couch and I have a date planned, we’ll have to reschedule, blah blah but Penelope had one final thing to add.

“We convinced Hotch to come. If Hotch is joining us, you are too, honey,”

Shit. How could you pass this up now?

“Fine. Fine. I’ll go,” You said with a small sigh. Penelope squealed and enveloped you into a huge hug which surprised you and rendered you unable to move for a few seconds, but you hugged her back loosely.

“You don’t have to look like we put a gun to your head, Harris,” Emily giggled. “Although next time you try to turn down a night out, we might,”

Her quip awarded her with a very small smirk from you - one that she caught onto quickly and she chuckled in response.

Hotch didn’t usually go out with the team. He did when he had Haley but that was a different story, it was difficult now - although a lot of time had passed since her death - to go out without feeling a little guilty for enjoying himself. It had become easier over time but he still got that niggling feeling every once in a while that something didn’t feel right, it was usually the lack of her beside him.

He was the last one to leave the bullpen, nodding graciously to Rossi as he held the elevator door open for him. He spotted you in the corner, staring at your shoes like you were trying to figure them out, and managed to hide his smile.

There had only been one time that you’d joined the team for a night at the bar and it was the first time anyone had seen you smile. Hotch secretly hoped that he would see it again. As the elevator descended, he tried to think of things that could possibly make you laugh once the alcohol had loosened you up. He had gone through half of the dad jokes in his brain when the elevator doors opened on the ground floor. None of them were good enough. Shit, he wasn’t really funny.

Even Jack didn’t find him very funny.

The bar wasn’t too busy when you arrived. It was an inviting and welcome setting, the lights in warm hues of red and orange and the music loud enough to enjoy but quiet enough to still be able to talk without yelling. You were the last one to order your drink and the only seat available was on a low stool with your back to the bar, next to Hotch.

You thanked the universe for that.

You were quiet as your nursed your first drink. You listened to everyone else instead, a few smirks pressing into your lips as the team told funny stories and roasted each other - mainly Emily, Morgan and Reid. Hotch noticed the smirks from the corner of his eye and wished you weren’t sat beside him. He wished you were sat right in front of him so it wouldn’t be obvious that he was desperate to see your face in a state that wasn’t a frown or expressionless.

You were chattier as you drank your second drink. When you chugged your third drink and had already started sipping on your fourth drink, you were giggly.

Hotch hated to admit to himself how much he was enjoying hearing you laugh. He knew he was down bad for you now. It was highly inappropriate, thinking about one of his team members 24/7 and wishing he could get closer, but he just couldn’t stop.

It all started from a hug, albeit you were straddling his lap at the time. Maybe it was because it was so unexpected, maybe it was how warm and safe you felt to him - he had no idea, but it had caused this chaos inside of his brain. A small voice in the back of his mind was telling him that it wasn’t going to end well, but he repeatedly pushed it even further back. He didn’t want to think about what could realistically happen, he just wanted to imagine what could happen in a perfect world. It was peaceful.

When you came back from the bar with your fifth drink, you had made an unwanted friend. Some fucking idiot couldn’t take the hint that you had no interest in talking to him - following you as you walked back to the booth. You were maybe a meter away when you felt a hand grab your ass cheek.

“Don’t touch me,” You yelled sternly. Hotch’s ears pricked up at your tone and he turned to watch some drunk, handsy man run his hand down your waist and grab your hip.

Immediately, Hotch could feel rage in his blood. He stood up, face of thunder, to give the guy a hard lesson but you already had it covered.

“Hold this,” You pushed your drink into Hotch’s hands as he stood up, leaving him to only watch as you grabbed the guy’s crotch area tightly - so tight that he could almost feel the pain in his own balls - and slowly raise your knee until it was mere centimetres from the guy’s trapped genitals.

The guy was screeching, high pitched and pained.

“When I say don’t touch me, I mean it,” you spat. “Will you do it again?”

The guy tried to answer but you squeezed harder. He yelped a ‘no’, but you didn’t let go straight away - not until the guy was begging for forgiveness.

Hotch couldn’t decipher why his stomach burned as he watched the guy hobble away, cradling himself. Jesus, it was a nasty move - but the guy deserved it.

The burning made sense when he saw you turn back around, a smile on your face at winning the battle. It was a smug smile, lazily devious, and it made his mouth water. How the fuck was that so attractive?

”Damn,” Emily smiled, motioning her head towards the guy. “I don’t think he’ll be doing that again,”

”You good?” Morgan asked. He’d noticed what was going on and had the same idea as Hotch, but was left stuck standing behind the table as he watched you handle the situation.

”Fine,”

Then you sat down and it ruined Hotch: one hand on the stool as you spread your legs and straddled it for a second, before getting comfortable and slowly closing your legs in front of you.

He saw you in his head. Straddling his hips like that stool as he lay down in a bed, you on top of him with that smug smile on your face. He couldn’t stop picturing it - the worst daydream he could possibly have right now - as he sat next to you with the rest of the team around him, drinking and talking.

It quickly became his favourite guilty pleasure.

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ptersparkers · 1 year

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I'd love to see Aaron visiting his pre-school teacher girlfriend. I've got a kiddo at work hat literally melts in my arms when mom drops her off with me. Would love to see his response to such a thing. If I could request her being plus size! 🥺💖

hi hi - currently thinking about aaron with a daughter and my heart is melting. also i feel like i write my fics with little to no physical body descriptions (except shorter than aaron bc im short as hell and im kinda into the height difference) -- and i didn’t know exactly how you wanted me to write so i didn’t really lean into anyone’s insecurities, as some fics do, just bc i want to be inclusive since all bodies types are very beautiful.

HOWEVER! may this blurb and all my future writing be something you can relate to.

fem!reader for those wondering <3

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It’s one in the afternoon on a sunny Friday when Aaron picks you up from work.

It’s a half day, meaning you get off of work earlier and the kiddos in your class are more energetic than the rest of the week because they know they’re going home early. Your classroom is as colorful as ever, the walls lined with number and alphabet charts, science posters framing the doorway, and art projects from your students hang above their cubbies where their backpacks are stores.

You walk around the room with your hands clasped behind your back and observe as the children tidy their desks, four of which face each other. A few students have to be told to slow down when they start to run because they’re holding colored pencils. Others follow your instructions while a few choose to talk amongst themselves instead of cleaning up.

It’s when they’re reminded their parents are likely waiting outside do the students hurry to clean their spaces. You walk around, one by one, giving each student a high-five when they’ve tucked their papers in their desk’s storage and when their notebooks and other materials are neat and organized. Each student automatically begins to grab their belongings and file in a single line against the wall by the door when you’ve dismissed them from their desk with appraisal for their neatness.

When your students are lined and eager to leave with their hands gripping the straps of their backpacks, you can’t help but smile at the group of children. You swing the door open and remind everyone to walk at an orderly fashion and watch as they exit the front doors into the front area of the building where other teaching aids are waiting.

The kids disperse when they see their parents and you watch from behind as their parents check in with the teaching aids before they go. It’s always amusing to you to witness their little legs climb into their booster seats.

Mary, your longest friend at this school who teaches the third grade, stands next to you.

“Up to anything fun this weekend?” she asks, bumping your cardigan-clad shoulders.

“I’m having a quiet weekend in with my boyfriend and his son,” you say with a grin.

“Ah, the mysterious boyfriend,” Mary says with a laugh.

Aaron’s been a bit of a mystery to your friends at work—always aloof and has never been to teacher-student functions because of his work schedule. You see him quite often given the circumstances but some people think you might be making him up for an excuse to stay at home. Mary’s the only person who’s met Aaron before, but she likes to pretend that your boyfriend is just a figment of your imagination to watch you squirm.

“You’ve met him before, dummy,” you say with a laugh. “Although I’m sure Laura probably thinks I’m making him up.”

“Or she thinks he’s an absolute troll of a guy,” Mary snorts. “It’s no secret that she’s pissed at you for receiving the ‘Teacher of the Year’ award this quarter.”

“She should bring it up with the district, not me,” you say, dusting off your shoulders for dramatic effect. “It feels like she’s had it out for me since day one.”

“Laura has a stick up her ass,” Mary whispers into your ear, which causes you to burst out into a fit of giggles. “Uh oh, the Wicked Witch is here.”

Laura’s on the other end of the pick-up area and you angle yourself so that you’re not facing her. You get a text from Aaron at the same time saying that he’s parked and walking towards the school. You grin at your phone and Mary snickers.

“Shush,” you mutter, knowing you have a lovesick grin on your face.

You spot Aaron across the street, donned in a dark grey suit and expensive shoes and tie to match. His hair flows perfectly in the cool breeze and his strides are long and confident as he crosses the road.

Aaron spots you easily and you keep yourself from sprinting into his arms. Careful to keep it professional at your place of work, Aaron presses a kiss to your cheek and embraces you for a short while, but it’s enough to inhale his cologne.

“Missed you,” Aaron says.

“Good day at work?” you ask.

“Actually yeah, everything went surprisingly well with no hiccups.” Aaron turns his attention to your friend. “Hi Mary, it’s nice to see you again.”

“Hey Aaron,” Mary greets with a wave. “Long time no see.”

Avery, one of your students, politely taps your hip to get your attention.

“What’s wrong, honey?” you asked.

“Can I wait with you?” Avery asks. “Mommy’s late today.”

“Of course, Avery.” You grab her hand when tears start to threaten to spill from her eyes—Avery’s mom works a bit farther than the rest of the parents and it isn’t unusual for her to be a few minutes late to pick her daughter up. But for a child, it feels like eternity.

“Did you like our lesson today?” you ask, bending down to her level while keeping your hands together.

“I really liked learning about dinosaurs!” Avery exclaims as if her worries were never there to begin with.

Aaron’s watching you from beside Mary, an adorning look plastered across his face. He’s too caught up in his fantasies about creating a family with you; Jack’s warmed up to you in the few years you’ve been dating Aaron, but he can’t help but wonder what you’d be like as a mother of your own.

You’re able to get Avery to talk about her interests to keep her from thinking about anything else. She obliges and you squat with a grin as she becomes animated with her storytelling. He makes small talk with Mary, who can clearly see how smitten he is with you, but he doesn’t think he cares too much.

“You guys would make cute kids,” Mary says to Aaron with a nudge.

“Mary,” he warns playfully.

“What good is a friend if not to meddle?” she chides before excusing herself to assist other students.

Avery’s mom arrives a few short minutes after Mary leaves and Aaron watches you greet her mother and send the girl on her way home. He watches with his hands in his pocket and accompanies you back to the classroom once your students have left the school grounds.

Aaron knows he wants kids with you. He just needs to ask you to be his wife first.

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iamcxlleigh · 1 year

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⸻ 🗯️ 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀.

❛ 𝖺𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 ❜.

Aaron Hotchner in a relationship with an asperger girl.

❪English is not my native language, an apology for any grammatical or spelling errors.❫.

▬▬▬ Aaron knew about asperger's syndrome, it is something that as particular as it sounds, it is among the different disorder he has seen throughout his career as a profiler, he could identify a person with this syndrome as he knew the characteristics that identified this condition.

▬▬▬ When he met you, he thought you were very sweet, but you proved to be too shy and somewhat awkward when talking, you didn't even look him in the eyes when conversing, you even found it difficult to understand some simple things that Hotch tried to convey, you didn't get it, he could notice the autistic spectrum characteristics in you.

▬▬▬▬ He loved you, he realized how much he liked you since he didn't want to profile you as he would do with anyone, he wanted to get to know you more and more, that you yourself gave him the confidence to know more about you.

▬▬▬▬ You were a little younger than him, very different from him in so many ways, he felt really nervous and scared to take you into his world, destroy you because of his chaotic work, and because of his little experience with asperger people, he only knew Reid and sometimes even didn't understand him.

▬▬▬▬ One night he spoke to Spencer as they were returning from a case, he thought talking it over with him would be best, he commented that he was meeting a girl with asperger's syndrome and wanted to know how to treat and understand her, Reid took the time to give him some facts about the condition and give him some advice, the most important was “Pay attention to the details.”

▬▬▬ Aaron understood it soon after, You had difficulties to understand nonverbal communication (gestures, facial expressions, tone of voice, etc.), You didn't understand jokes, jokes, metaphors or sarcasms, for you everything was for its literal meaning, your way of speaking and expressing yourself was so correct, technical and formal with a moderately childish tone of voice, that for people who didn't know you it could sound annoying and pedantic, but for Hotch it turned out to be simply cute on you.

▬▬▬▬ You were talking so passionately about your favorite things, explaining to Aaron even the smallest detail without being able to stop for a second, another characteristic of your condition, this man could listen to you talk for hours and hours and he wouldn't get tired, this helps him a lot to know you in depth.

▬▬▬▬ The first time you met Jack, Hotchner was scared that you couldn't relate well with him because of your poor social skills, but to his surprise, you were much better at striking up a conversation with a child than with an adult, you missed the real world just to play with his son as if you were just another child, an image that destroyed his heart was watching you and Jack playing in the little boy's room with all his toys on the floor after dinner, you were laughing and enjoying yourself like he had never seen you before.

▬▬▬▬ Your relationship was progressing very well, everything seemed to be going great, until one afternoon, Hotch decided to take Jack to the amusement park due to the little one's insistence to go, he decided to invite you to accompany them, which you happily accepted, Once in the park Jack and you were walking each one holding Aaron's hands. At first you watched with amusement the attractions with their lights and the people having fun, but it came to a point that the screams and laughter of the people were bothering you, they sounded so loud in your head that it began to upset you.

▬▬▬▬ The loud noises made you very anxious, you realized that there were many people around you and it made you uncomfortable, you felt a discomfort run through your chest as your throat felt clogged with the need to cry, you tried to pretend that nothing was wrong as you didn't want to ruin the moment with Aaron and Jack, but you were dating an expert profiler, indeed, you didn't even have to be one to notice that you didn't feel well at all.

▬▬▬▬ At the moment Hotch noticed it, he saw how you moved the fingers of your left hand similar to how you do when you are nervous, when he asked you what was happening you hesitated for a second, but with much sorrow you approached him whispering in his ear that you did not feel comfortable in that noisy place, everything got worse when a group of teenagers nearby began to scream and laugh scaring you so much that you covered your ears with your hands on the verge of tears, you seemed so helpless and weak that Aaron quickly took the determination to get you out of there.

▬▬▬▬ On the trip to drop you off at your house, the air conditioning in Aaron's car helped you calm down along with his hand, which rested on your leg silently giving you to understand that he was there for you at all times, but you felt extremely ashamed of yourself for reacting like that and ruining the night, Jack saw you worried without understanding why you had reacted like that in the park, he wanted to know if you were okay, but honestly you did not feel like talking about what happened.

▬▬▬▬ When leaving you at your home, Hotch noticed the instant relief that ran through your body to be in your comfort zone away from people and loud noise, you tried to apologize for ruining his night and making him feel sorry for taking you out of the park in that state, you thought that after today Aaron would not want to see you anymore, but he was totally sincere in his own way, he made it very clear that he was not upset with you and he was willing to help you in all your crises as many times as necessary, he was not going to abandon you for anything in the world, he could not leave without kissing your head in a careful and loving way, being this action one of the first signs of affection of the major towards you.

▬▬▬▬ That same night, he took Jack to bed to sleep as usual, but his son still worried about you asked his father why you had behaved that way, in the best possible way he explained to Jack your condition and some characteristics that you suffered from this, resolving doubts of the child, When he found out and understood what was happening, he bravely promised his father that he would protect you from all the bad things and help you to enjoy the world as he did, these words touched Aaron's heart, making him smile sweetly, thinking that his son was an angel and very intelligent.

▬▬▬▬ In the solitude of his room, Hotchner realized how difficult this disorder could be for you, what happened today in the park helped him to see that you needed a boost to move forward in your daily life, that you needed someone by your side to help you get ahead, and he would be that someone, he was really in love with you and would not let you go so easily, he would help you to be more independent and brave to face the world, but above all, to feel loved.

— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 —

‹ 15. 04. 2023 ›

credits for : @iamcxlleigh

¡Hola, gente! How are you? This is the first one I wrote about Hotch so I hope you liked it, I liked writing about him. 🤍 remember that my native language is not English so I'm sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

I found it very interesting to write about Aaron and an autistic character, respectively with this condition, I am an asperger's sufferer so I don't know.... Now it's my dream to have an Aaron Hotchner to take care of me. 😔

If you want to see more writings with this theme or any situation with Hotch, you can write to me !!

calleigh angelo ──── ‘lista maestra’

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ana-loss1234 · 4 months

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SLEEP - SPENCER REID X READER

Content: but of fluff, angst

Warning: mentions of beatings, nightmares

O/C name - Ayla

Imagine: having a nightmare

I sat at my desk, my own files solved and now I had a few other unneeded ones to complete placed in front of me to do

I yawned and took a sip of my hot chocolate, my go-to drink since I didn't like coffee, and besides, the two tablespoons of sugar in it just about gives me the energy I nee

"Hey, baby i'm turning in, you want a ride to yours? Or mine?" Spencers question got me thinking for a moment before I shook my head

"No, i just got to finish a bit more" I mumbled, keeping my eyes away from Spencer. For some reason whenever he looks at me he knows what i'm thinking

"Those files takes you minutes to do, and you're doing ones due for next month" he noted just glancing down at the papers for a split second

"I know I- I want to be on track"

"You're avoiding eye contact" he noted

"Which means you're either embarrased, you're not intrested and don't want to talk to me or you're lying" I quickly snapped my gaze up to Spencer who has a teasing smile on his face before he moved and leaned against my desk

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about If you want to continue your work, and you can tell me if you don't want to come back with me. And if you're lying then you can always talk to me" he smiled softly and I took his hand in my own before lacing our fingers together

"I'll get a cab home soon, thanks for the offer spencer" he nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of my head before he left, sending me one last smile before he turned the corner

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The next week had been the same, going home later than anyone else, which was very unusual since it seemed Hotch never went home, and also being at the BAU earlier than anyone else

It was weird for me because it meant I was spending a lot less time with Spencer than usual because I didn't go over to his at night but we did see each other during the day which was a decent way of making up for that lost time

It was currently 11pm and my eyes were no longer willing to stay open

"Ayla" I furrowed my eyebrows not making any attempt to open my eyes

"Ayla, wake up" I finally did and looked to see the rest of the team looking at me

"Sorry" I mumbled wiping my tired eyes

"Don't be. You can turn in for the night, we got it covered here" Hotch noted but I shook my head drinking my hot chocolate

"I'm good" I missed the worried eyes going around the table for the hundreth time

Emily: "Ayla, you've been going home past 4am for weeks now, back at 7am"

"You can't be doing yourself favours with that sleep schedule" my eyes shot up to Derek before I shook my head

"Not 4am. And my sleep schedule is fine. Once this is done i'll-" I was cut off with a yawn

"I'll leave"

"Ayla, don't make me order you home. I might even put a 3 day pay suspension up if that will make you go home to sleep"

"Hotch, that's not nessasary"

"So give me some peace at mind, go home now, and I won't" I looked around the table at the faces of everyone telling me to go before I sighed and picked up my bag

"I didn't think that would work" JJ smiled earning a glare from me in return

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I woke up with a gasp, tears soaking my cheeks and my hands clutched my chest trying to breathe properly

This was the reason I didn't come home to sleep, the reason I stopped staying over at spencers a few nights a week. I couldn't, not when my dreams were haunted

But this one was the worse yet. I felt the lashes, the beating, they were so real

I couldn't help but dial Spencer, needing hin the most at a time like this

"Ayla?" Spencers voice ran through the phone. He didn't sound tired, so he was awake, most likely on his way home since I could hear cars in the background

"Spencer" I whispered, sniffling away my tears

"Ayla what's wrong?"

"Nothing I- I just had a stupid nightmare. Could you- could you just stay the night with me please?"

"Of course" he replied

"I'm already on my way"

—

Once I heard the knocks at the door I walked over and opened it for Spencer, walking into his nervous embrace that quickly relaxed before he walked me over to my room

"Are you hungry spence? There's food in the kitchen"

"I already ate" he said back once we reached my room

"Im gonna shower, and i'll join you in 5" I nodded and made my way over to my bed getting under the covers as Spencer made his way to the bathroom but this time I didn't make any attempt to sleep

"You're still awake" Spencer noticed getting in bed beside me, moving so he was on his side and facing me

"Hmh, can't sleep" he nodded accepting my answer and lifted his hand to my face, caressing my cheeks with his thumb

"You was lying the other day. You wasn't embarrased and you was intrested in my offer, you just didn't want to sleep" I remained silent unable to speak

"If you have been having nightmares all you had to do is say, I could've been here for you"

"I didn't want to burden you Spencer, I didn't-" I sighed

"It's just scary. I don't know why it effects me so much but I can't get the pain out of my head"

"We can't control what we dream" he spoke, moving closer to me and wrapping his arms around me, and I almost forgot how it felt in his arms being away for so long, safe

"And if you ever want to talk about it more i'm here"

"Another time" I mumbled letting out a breath of relief when I felt Spencer's fingers run through my hair

"You can sleep, i'll be here if you have another nightmare, i'm not going anywhere" my grip on Spencer tightened at his words making sure he stayed, though I knew he would

"I love you Spencer"

"I love you more" I let off a scoff, we could both argue for ages about who loved the other more

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sachiko1309 · 3 months

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Kidnapping - Part 3

Summary: Lilith, Hotchs girlfriend gets kidnapped because of Aarons history as an FBI agent

Word count: 4045

Warnings: Hotch interrogating the unsub, yelling, description of crimes, nothing to drastic

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Pov Lilith:

Suddenly the door crashed and I saw a tall darkhaired man jump at my torturer. It took me a second to realize it was Aaron that had thrown himself onto the other man punching him several times, before he was pulled back by Morgan. I could feel the chain loosen, but my legs were to weak to support my weight and I dropped to the floor. My skin burned and my joints ached from where I tried to fight against my restrains.

A familiar face with long dark blond hair hovered in front of me, talking to me, but I didn’t understand the words that were spoken. I just let the tears flow, a wet veil covering my sight, making everything blurry. I could feel my hands being freed and someone pulling me into a seated position. A warm fabric was planted on my shoulders and the smell of Aarons cologne hit my nose. I instantly relaxed, holding onto the person in front of me. And by the thin body, I managed to figure out it was Reid, that had untied me.

Now Aarons voice was booming through the room. “Morgan, get that man inside the car and get a blanket from the trunk. Reid, call the rest of the team over, we need to secure that house.”

“Aaron.” I cried out, letting go of Reid and snapping my head around in search of my boyfriend. Instantly the arms holding me changed, grew stronger and more familiar. I nuzzled into Aarons neck, holding on tightly, not caring that his vest scrapped my sore skin. Clinging to his body, I cried into his chest, not letting go of him.

After what seemed like eternity, I felt the soft fabric of his suit jacket being replaced by something bigger and rougher. A blanket. Aaron tried to detangle me from him, wrapping me up in the blanket, before he took me in his arms again. I didn’t let go of him, so he just got up, carrying me out of the house. He carried me to the EMT that waited out front, staying at my side all while I got checked out. Silently I let the EMT do his work, listening half-heartedly to what he was saying. Apparently my injuries didn’t require me going to the hospital, so I denied the offer. JJ appeared next to me, handing me a fresh set of clothes, she probably got from Aaron and my shared apartment.

I excused myself into the back of the ambulance, getting dressed. With stiff fingers, I slipped into the clothes, hissing when the underwear and bra pressed against my skin. When I came out, there was only Hotch, Reid and Morgan waiting outside to escort me back to the car. Not letting go of Aaron, I followed him into the back of the car, Morgan driving and Reid on the passenger seat. “What happens now?” I asked into the silence of the car.

“You will have to give a statement. After that I will drive you home and stay with you, while the team will interrogate him.” Aaron answered, rubbing my hand softly. I looked at him. “I wanna see it.”

“What?” He asked, the confusion striking his face for a short amount of time, before he was able to get his expression back in control.”

“I wanna watch that asshole being interrogated.” I repeated, louder this time.

“Lilith… I don’t think that is a good idea. What he will say, might hurt you even more.” Aaron tried to argue, but I shook my head. “No, Aaron. I need to see it. That man wanted me because you apparently killed his brother. I wanna know what happened. I got dragged into this, I deserve the answer I want.”

“I don’t… That’s… What if you cant stand it?” Aaron stuttered, taking my face into his hands, caressing my cheeks softly. I tilted my head, shooting him a smile. “Aaron, as much as I love your absolute will to protect me, I am my own person. I can make my own choices. Besides, I work as a social worker in a police station. What do you think I do all day? I have worked with all kinds of criminals, ranging from theft to murder. I think I can handle that piece of shit fairly well.”

Aaron let out a deep sigh and I knew that it wouldn’t take much more for him to give in. So, I played my secret card, tilting my head and throwing him the sweetest puppy eyes I could muster. “Please, Aaron.” I whispered, kissing the thumb that was stroking my lips. And by the way he closed his eyes, I knew I won. He let out a low hum, taking away his hands and leaning back into the seat. “I should have known you were a dangerous woman the moment I met you…” He grumbled, wiping his face. I let out a laugh: “Looks like your profiling ability got overthrown by rose tinted glasses and my cleavage.” My words made Morgan chuckle lowly and he tried to hide it in a cough. Reid on the other hand looked a bit bewildered.

The rest of the car ride happened in silence and since my torture was filmed, I just had to retell what happened when I was kidnapped. Now I was standing in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and combing my hair to look at least a bit presentable before I stepped out again, letting my eyes wander through the office. JJ was the first to spot me, waving me over and handing me a cup. “Its tea. Hotch said you don’t like coffee.” She said, guiding me through the room and into a smaller room, what I identified as the round table room from Hotch stories. The rest of his team was sitting in it, carefully watching me.

Sitting down, I sighted. “You guys really suck at being subtle.” Looking around I asked: “So who exactly is who?” After a short introduction, everyone’s attention was back on me and I started to shrink in my chair. Reid was the first to talk again: “In the car, you said, you are a social worker, but how did you meet Hotch?”

“Yeah, I am. At first, I wanted to become a police officer, but I dropped out, after I had to shoot a gun for the first time. After that I decided to study social work, since I could still work in a similar field, but more as a helping person rather than an executing one. One day, I was late for work, literally running into him and spilling my tea all over his suit. God that was so embarrassing… I offered to get it cleaned for him. At first, he didn’t want me to, but I can be persistent, so I got him to at least let me pay for it and that’s how we got in contact. I gave him my number to call me when he got his suit cleaned, but he didn’t. Weeks went by and he didn’t call or text, so I thought he forgot. Well, coincidence had it, that he got a speeding ticket showing up in the police department I work at to get it taken of his record since that apparently happened during a case. I took my chance after the officer took his personals, writing down his number and I texted him later the day.”

Hotch entering the room, made me stop my story, but he just sent a small smile towards me. “And it took me a very long while to get her to tell me how she got my number, all while she kept on bargaining for me to give her the amount she needed to pay for the suit.”

“What can I say, it worked, didn’t it?” I laughed, leaning back in my chair. He just grunted, turning his attention towards the team: “Reid, I want you to accompany Lilith into the observation room, Morgan you and me will interrogate Damian Hawksley.” Without any hesitation the team got to work.

And now here I was. Standing behind the mirror glass, watching the man, that kidnapped and tortured me sit in his chair, like he owned the world. Morgan and Hotch arguing how to best interrogate him. I cleared my throat: “He wont react to intimidation. He is fixated on Aaron because his brother is dead. When he tortured me, he talked. He wants revenge for what happened to his brother and if he didn’t lie, he has stage 4 lung cancer, so he has nothing to lose and all he wants is Aaron to suffer. He wont react to any threats or deals. All he wants is to play his last game.”

All three men, turned around looking at me. I shrugged my shoulders: “What? Just because I am not a profiler doesn’t mean, I cant read people.”

“He talked to you?” Reid asked, looking like he was intently thinking about something. I nodded: “Yes, he wouldn’t stop talking about how his brother became this monster and when he studied him, how he understood why. And then he went on, how Aaron was the same as him, turned into a killer by his profession. Have you guys not seen the video?” I asked confused to why these things weren’t on their mind. Morgan and Reid turned to look at Aaron who seemed like he wanted to be swallowed by the floor. “I might have told them not to watch it, because I didn’t want them to see you like this.”

I facepalmed, groaning at his words. “This is your job, Aaron. You need to know the details in order to do it right.”

“You were naked and being tortured. I just wanted to spare you from the embarrassing situation between them and you. You are important to me and at one point would have met them.” He argued, face still, but I could read in his eyes how close that got to him. Taking a deep breath, I reached out for his arm. “Thank you, Aaron. I know its coming from a good place of heart, but its hurting the team to do their job. I am sure they have seen much more crucial cases and regarding me, I come from a nudist family. I probably have seen more naked people on nude beaches before I even went to school, than the average human will in their life time. Nudity is not something I am ashamed of, you know that.”

His neck was slowly turning red and he started to shuffle uncomfortably. “I know. Its just… I didn’t… Its different with the team…” He said not really giving any good argument, so I just clicked my tongue. “You really could loosen up sometimes. Makes you seem old and stiff otherwise. Besides if you wanted me to meet the team, they would have seen me half naked sooner or later, you know what my wardrobe looks like for private attire.” I chuckled at the thought I had. “That actually makes me wonder about how many people think I am your sugar babe or a hoe you picked up on the streets…”

“Lilith…” Aaron warned me, but I just tilted my head teasingly: “What? Scared I am saying the truth?”

I could see how my words affected him, as he stiffened up, catching the twitch that nearly made him take a step towards me. And when I could read him like that, I was sure the others were as well. Looking to the other two men, I was right. Morgan looked like he was about to burst out in laughter, while Reid looked like a little boy catching his parents mid act. Aaron just sighted, leaving the room wordlessly. Morgan turned towards me, with a teasing smile: “I am starting to take a liking towards you lil Mama.” Raising a brow, I asked: “Starting? There was never another option than to like me.”

After I had forced Aaron to at least watch the tape with Reid and Morgan, so they could interrogate Damian better, I had gotten myself another cup of tea and a chair. Now sitting again in the observation room with Reid, sharing a pack of sweets. Hotch suddenly yelling made me jump in my seat, scattering part of the sweets around the floor.

“I’m sick of this! Tell me why you did it!”

“I think you know.” Damian didn’t even flinch. He just kept on smiling. “Playing the hard dominant man wont get you anywhere, Aaron. So please sit down and we talk like well-mannered gentlemen.”

Based on the way Aarons shoulders tensed at his words, I could see, it took him everything not to lay hands on Damian again. Morgan stepped in, turning Damians attention back to him: “Look man. Whatever you say can help you get a better outcome. But you have to talk to me, you understand? He doesn’t want to help you, I do.”

Damian did indeed look at Morgan, but just scoffed at his words: “Do you really think, I need somebodies help? I got what I wanted. I had my revenge. She will never be the same. I will always be a part of their lives, as much as Aaron is part of my life. There is nothing to do or say anymore. You got me, have me on video, torturing the girlfriend of an FBI agent. Why waste your time with this interview?”

“It is standard procedure.” Aaron said, sitting back down on his chair.

“Standard procedure…” Damian mused. “More like you trying to understand the why.” Then he looked directly at the glass. “Is she watching? Liliiiith…” He sang, getting up from his seat, falling into a fit of laughter. “Lilith my darling, why are you so shy?”

I scrambled back from the glass, looking at Reid, who just calmly put a hand on my shoulder. “He cant see or hear us through the glass. You are safe in here.” He said, squeezing my shoulder slightly. In the interrogation room, Aaron was also up on his feet, rounding the table and pressing Damian back into his chair. “Sit down and shut up!” He yelled, not letting go of him. “Do you really think you are winning anything? In here you might be able to play the big guy, but in prison you will be eaten alive. You know what happens to inmates that raped women? They are on the end of the food chain… just above child molesters.” Aaron’s face contorted into a dark smile, as he leaned down to Damian. “And as you might know from stalking me and her, I was a prosecutor before being an agent. I have enough connections to get you into the right prison with the right people knowing your story…” He left the end of the threat hanging in the air.

“You cant do that…” Damian whispered, his face starting to lose its color. Aaron stood up again, but made no effort in stepping away from him. “Oh, I totally can. As you said. You have nothing to lose, no family left. It is up to the court to send you in a fitting prison.”

“I am sick. They are not going to put me with the rest of the inmates.” Damian tired to argue back, but Aaron just chuckled. “You are not sick enough. And words spread fast in prison…”

I could see Damian swallow hard, before his face went back to show his arrogant and cocky smile. “Look at that. You are finally showing your true colors. Tell me, agent Hotchner. How does it feel to not suppress it anymore?” He leaned back, looking up at Aaron who wore an unreadable facial expression. “You have all you need, Aaron. Your girl is safe, you have me arrested, there is nothing special about my case. And yet here we are. Do you wanna know what I am thinking? I think you want revenge. We are the same Aaron. The only difference between us is the side we are standing on.”

“You are right.” Aaron said, and I gasped in shock. I watched, as Aaron slowly walked around the table leaning against the wall next to the mirror. “I do want revenge. But there is another difference between us. I don’t act upon it.”

“No, you just go home and take it out on your girl.” Damian leaned back, eyeing Aaron with a sharp smile. “And I know that that whore you call your girlfriend is absolutely living for it.”

“Careful of your next words.” Morgan threatened him, but Aaron just raised his hand: “Does that make you jealous, Damian? Angry even? That I get to do what you only can dream of?” Shifting in his position, Aaron crossed his arms, waiting for Damian to answer.

The other man just looked at him stunned, while Morgan was also leaning back, watching the conversation unfold in front of him. “What? Are you at a loss of words now? I don’t feel guilty for what I do. I know she wants me to and can handle it. And that’s the thing that divides us. I have her consent. You have nothing besides hatred and desire.”

“She will leave you one day.” Damian gritted out. “She will leave as soon as she learns what you truly are. A man controlled by his work. She might not see it now, but one day she will. There is no future for the two of you. Right now, she is fine with your working hours, as she herself is dedicated to hers. But that will change, when she gets older. Wants a family. And what then? Are you going to step down from your work? Put her and your family first? We both know that that’s not going to happen Aaron. And then? Then she will fight for it, make herself believe she can handle it until the day comes where all breaks down. You will lose Aaron. One way or another.”

Aaron didn’t react to his words. Calmly, he sat down again, closing the file in front of him, before he looked at his opponent again. “Is that what you want? Seeing others lose?” Damian leaned forward, spitting out: “No. I just want to see you lose. I want you to suffer the same as I did. Feel the helplessness while watching from afar as your and the life of people close to you crumbles into pieces. You have taken away my brother. Sentenced him to death!”

“Your brother was a rapist and murderer.” Aaron argued back. “He was a sadist. Getting off on torturing his victims by cutting them as much as possible. And when he got bored, he would stab and slash his victims until they were disfigured beyond recognition. Raping them again, as they slowly bleed to death, the last thing they would see and feel was his face and him orgasming at the state they were in. He got what he deserved.”

“He is my brother!” Damian yelled out. “He protected me growing up. I just honored his legacy!” I gasped in shock, clasping a hand in front of my mouth and letting the bag of sweets fall to the floor. All I could focus on was the contorted face of Damian, starring at Aaron in his mania. “She would have been my offering. My thanksgiving for what he has done for me. She is the perfect woman. The girl of the man who killed my brother. Exactly his type. Young, small, and feminine.”

“Then why didn’t you do it? You had enough time to do exactly what your miserable excuse of a brother did. But you couldn’t. Why?” Aaron pressed on, staring the man in front of him down.

“Because she is different.” Damian gave in.

“Different?” Morgan asked, catching the unsubs attention: “Yes. She didn’t cry or beg for me to set her free. She fought. Attacked me. But that was wrong. She wasn’t allowed to do that! She needs to be scared. That’s what they all did. She ruined it. I had to break her for her to be perfect.”

“I think its because you got fixated on her rather than to finish your task to honor your brother.” Aaron said, calmly. “You stalked us, watched us, and saw that there was another way to fulfil the desires your brother made you believe were something cruel and abnormal. And you couldn’t comprehend the difference between what you learned from your brother and what you saw in her. Isn't that right?”

Damian looked to the side. Aarons words clearly hit him deeply. “That’s not true…” He whispered, but his whole body language changed. Slumped against the chair, he looked down defeated. “It’s not right for her to like it… Its abnormal. What have you done to her? My brother might be a monster that lived out his desires, but what are you? You are even worse.” Damian had started to talk himself into rage, jumping up from his chair again and attacking Aaron. Morgan was just quick enough to catch him and hold him in place, while he screamed on: “Taking advantage of a young innocent woman! Grooming her into the perfect little plaything you want her to be! And I am the criminal? If I am one you are too!”

Aaron just stood up, collecting the file from the table, and walking towards the door. “We are done here now.” But Damian did not stop yelling, insulting Aaron over and over again, while Morgan hauled him out of the room and down the hallway. Moments later the door of the observation room opened and Aaron stepped in. Without thinking twice, I set down my empty cup, jumping in his arms. He wasn’t expecting me to attack him like that, so he stumbled against the door, but caught me nonetheless. “Hey there little one.” He breathed out, pressing me against his body. I leaned back, smirking at him: “Soooo, you are apparently a very bad man because you groom me. Anything you want to say to your defence?”

He set me down, pecking my lips softly. “No. Not at all. Guilty of all crimes, Ma’am.”

“I should arrest you.” I mused, leaning against his chest, and taking a deep breath of his calming scent. He just chuckled, stroking my back. “The only one that should be arrested is you for littering governmental property.” I tilted my head, looking around. Indeed, there where several pieces of candy scattered around from where I dropped the bag earlier. “This is your fault. You scared me with that screaming action.”

Letting go of me, he got on his knees, starting to collect the candy again. I just stood there watching him with a smirk. “God how I love it when you are on your knees…” His head snapped around, throwing me a sharp warning, but I chose to ignore it: “Maybe I should get in trouble more often.” The double meaning of my words not even hidden. Aaron got up from his knees, after he had collected the last bit, setting the bag down on the table behind me, causing him to lean very close to me. “I would be very careful of your requests, Kitty.” Whispering my pet name very seductively in my ear. I shivered at his words, the hairs in my neck starting to stand up and by the smirk he shot me, he got exactly what he wanted.

Reid clearing his throat, made me jump a bit, but Aaron just turned around, looking at his colleague as if nothing happened. Stuttering with his words, Reid mumbled: “I uhh… I really don’t want to interrupt anything, but uh… I think we should head back. The team is tired and wants to go home.”

Taking my hand in his, Aaron signaled Reid to go first. Grabbing my empty cup and the bag of candy, I followed the two men back into the office, meeting Morgan on the way. He shot me a smile. “So, whatcha thinking about your first interrogation?” He asked. I just shrugged my shoulders. “Remind me to never get caught with my crimes.”

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She kept staring across the street, ready in case any movement called her attention. She could feel his presence in the passenger seat, but she didn’t have the strength to bring herself to care about it: she had given up on it. He would never treat her with the same attitude he had with anyone else on the team and she had made peace with it… sort of.

Okay, it was possible she wasn’t totally fine with it, but she knew she had no control over the way he saw her, so she just gave up. It was a first-time occurrence: she never gave up on anything, especially not if she wanted to prove herself with someone. However, she had become old enough to recognize a losing battle, and trying to change the way Hotch saw her was one of those.

The sound of agent Hotchner clearing his throat drawer her attention back to the present. “You still there, Graham?”

She had to resist the impulse of rolling her eyes, and barely acknowledge him. “Fine, just sleepy”.

“We need to be focused, if you’re too tired I can have you switch turns with Morgan perhaps”.

oh, fantastic. Now it turned out she couldn’t even manage an ordinary stakeout. Her week was getting better by the second. She didn’t even bother meeting his eyes and made her eyes jump from one side to the other of the road. “I’m not going to fall asleep on the job if that’s what you’re suggesting, sir”. and yes, she made it on purpose, the “sir” thing. She was way too polite, but her newfound coldness in front of him could cut like a knife, albeit this came with cutting herself too in the process.

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Jennifer Jareau is a lesbian.

Story timeline starts the same day the team wraps the Jones case so back to 2007. Story picks up from then on.

Henry and Michael will exist, eventually but for obvious reasons, they won't look like the same Henry and Michael we know. They also won't be JJ's only kids.

JJ isn't the carrier for any of her kids.

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𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐉 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

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˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗ welcome to my masterlist! ˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

about me: hi, my name is gabby, and i write primarily for Aaron Hotchner from criminal minds and Henry Cavill and his characters. i know it’s an odd mix, but my horizons have nothing to do but expand!

most of what i write is 18+/NSFW, which is indicated. some posts or fics may be indicated otherwise.

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Key:

🔥= smut

☁️ = fluff

🥀 = angst

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗ Aaron Hotchner ˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

Series:

{coming soon}

Oneshots:

Are You Sure? 🔥🥀

Love Sense ☁️

Requests:

Hotch x Firefighter!Fem Reader ☁️🥀

Worth It ☁️🥀

Quando, Quando, Quando ☁️

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Napoleon Solo:

Trust In Me 🔥🥀 (indefinite hiatus)

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angelhotchner · 1 year

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Comfort of Strangers - 1

Comfort of Strangers - Part One

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!OC

Style: Multi-Part

Contents: Fluff, Adult Language

Word Count: 2.3K

Life ain’t easy when you’re pining.

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Hello my angels! This is technically a reupload. I uploaded this and wasn’t happy enough with it, so I took it down to pad it out a little more...then I got carried away...

adore you all

marley

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You never showed much emotion. Rossi had once joked that you were Hotch 2.0 - stoic, tight-lipped and collected. It wasn’t that showing emotion felt like weakness - in fact, sometimes it felt like the opposite to you. You found that the most powerful were the ones like Garcia, who could smile at the smallest of things and find joy in almost anything. That’s not to say that you had no emotion - but you dealt with it inwardly. Smiles from you were rare, unless you were drunk, and the team had never seen anything close to physical affection from you - but when the harsh wind of a New York December slapped Hotch’s face as his brother marched through the automatic doors of the hotel lobby and out onto the street, your chest felt tight. The team glanced at each other, raised eyebrows and troubled expressions, but you stared directly at Hotch’s back as he walked away towards the elevator. No one said a word as your feet made a decision without your brain’s opinion, striding towards the elevator before the door shut.

The elevator was quiet. Hotch looked at you for a few seconds but your eyes were firmly planted on the floor, replaying each harsh word Sean had thrown at him in the middle of the lobby. He didn’t deserve that.

Hotch was mildly annoyed that you were there, but he’d rather you than anyone else. You never asked questions or checked in with people. He knew you wouldn’t try to talk to him or attempt to cheer him up - you probably just didn’t want to wait for another elevator. That thought gave him a ghost of a smirk. Typical you, never giving a fuck.

Sometimes he wished he could be more like you, even though his team had made enough jokes that you were twins in terms of personality.

He wasn’t so sure about that - he knew nothing about you outside of work. True, you were extremely similar in how you did your jobs and the way you communicated with people but he was quietly emotional. Behind closed doors, he would smile at memories of Jack when he was a baby. He would cry when he thought about Haley. He had plenty of emotion but he kept it away from work. He wasn’t sure if you were the same.

Hotch could hear footsteps behind him but paid no attention. It was only when he opened the door and heard the footsteps enter his room with him that his attention became focused on you.

You still weren’t completely aware of what you were doing as the elevator doors opened on the 6th floor and you found yourself trailing behind him, but you knew why you were doing it.

One of the best things about being so tight lipped was that you weren’t easy to profile...not yet, anyway. The team had no idea that every time you saw Hotch, you felt a pull in your throat. Every time he spoke, your ears only listened to him and hung onto every word he said. When he spoke lowly and quietly, your stomach burned. The team had no idea how badly you’d been pining for that man since you first met him a little over a year ago.

However, you’d never made any kind of move on him or any notion to get to know him better. Silently, your brain took notes of his micro expressions and body language: understanding what made him happy, knowing when he was sad or stressed - never intervening in his mood, but learning to recognise it before anyone else did. That’s how you knew how hurt he was right now. Sure, the team knew he was upset but only you could see how deep Sean’s berating had penetrated him and for once, you had to let him know that you knew...that you were there.

You leaned against the closed door, almost too afraid to step completely into his room. It felt as if that as soon as you crossed that threshold, you would never be able to go back. You’d always be different to him if you took another step, you’d wouldn’t be as cool and careless as everyone else perceived you to be. You would be strange, weird. Overstepping a boundary. Maybe he’d figure out how much you thought about him.

All you could do was stare at him and watch him frown at you and shake his head, before kicking off his shoes and sitting on the end of his bed. His elbows rested on his thighs as he rubbed his face, trying to shake away the hurt that Sean had dowsed him in.

Your fingers ached to cradle the back of his neck and feel his heartbeat against your chest. The urge to hold him close was unbearable. When he finished rubbing his face and you saw his eyes glassy, your mind was made up. You were crossing that threshold.

You walked towards him carefully and came to a stop directly in front of him. His head tilted back slowly as he looked up at you.

You didn’t plan on sitting in his lap - fuck, you never planned on following him to his hotel room - but he didn’t move a single centimetre as you brought your leg up, bending it and laying your knee flat on the bed next to his hip...then came the other leg and you lowered yourself down. Neither of you said a word. Hotch was too surprised to form any kind of thought. Your eyes searched his for a moment.

Your hand found the back of his head and Hotch softened into it.

Soften into me.

You pulled his head forward towards your shoulder and wrapped your arms around him. He was still stunned but found himself relaxing into your embrace, enjoying the comforting warmth as the pain slowly ebbed away, being replaced with an almost unfamiliar feeling of contempt and safety.

Had you always felt like this? Had you always felt like...home?

You stayed like that for five minutes - maybe it was an hour, you had no idea - until you felt Hotch pull away from your shoulder. He didn’t really want to, but something told him to move away. You still hadn’t said a single word as you untangled yourself from his lap and started towards the door.

At least, that’s what you thought. Unbeknownst to you, that moment was the first time that Hotch saw something else in you and it only proceeded to get worse: that ‘little something’ that told him to move away from your embrace had been killed and all he wanted was to get close to you again. He found himself thinking about you that night as he lay in the cold hotel room, the bed too sturdy and unforgiving for him to get comfortable, wishing you were there beside him.

“Thank you,” Hotch’s voice was soft and rich, but you still couldn’t find any words to say. You nodded and left the room, replaying the entire scenario in a very hot shower in your own hotel room until it felt like it was a dream.

What the fuck were you thinking? Straddling Hotch’s fucking lap?!

Are you fucking crazy, Hope? Since when was watching two siblings argue an excuse to settle yourself down into your boss’s lap?!

Neither of you said a single word about what happened the next day, or the day after that. Nothing changed either - you still observed him whenever you could but you still didn’t talk to him much.

In a way, you almost regretted it - feeling the man’s heartbeat against your chest, his breaths becoming slower and calmer in your ear...it had ruined you. Every night, you were thinking about it. A month after, the breaths had turned into something not so innocent and they played on repeat in your head. You thought about that heartbeat as you changed the batteries, almost smelling the scent of his hair as you brought the toy close to your clit. It was the closest you were ever going to get to having that man.

He’d never thought about you like that. Never. He was barely friends with you, in complete honesty - he found you difficult to befriend, unable to open up. You were just part of the team, part of the BAU family, but the one he was the least close to. He knew virtually nothing about you, other than what he’d read in your file when he approved your transfer. Yet, the simple embrace you’d given him was enough to make him more interested in knowing you - really knowing you - and he started to notice everything you did and had to force himself not to stare at you for too long whenever you were near him. Over the next three months, you began moving into his brain until you took up a huge chunk of his mind.

He was slowly beginning to understand you. Your expressions were so minute that they were easily missed by even the most seasoned profilers, but he was starting to figure them out. You pursed your lips ever so slightly when you were upset. Your head tilted to the left by a fraction if you were enjoying a conversation. You double-blinked if you were surprised.

These tiny tells had become a guilty pleasure to him of sorts - he enjoyed being able to see emotion in you where no one else could and it was dangerous in a way, tricking him into feeling like he was special to you. He had to remind himself regularly that he wasn’t, he was just Hotch. Unit Chief Hotch. That was it.

The biggest revelation to him was how caring you were and no one knew. It was an early Monday morning - Jack had spent the night at Jessica’s so he decided to head into the office early. The bullpen was empty as he slowly walked through it, heading into his office. He kept the lights turned off and opened the blinds of the window next to his desk instead, enjoying the silver hue of the early morning light for five minutes before deciding he needed coffee.

He stood up from his desk chair and began to walk over to the door, stopping in front of the window into the bullpen as he eyes caught onto movement.

You always got to the bullpen early on Mondays. You liked to do small things to put the team into a good mood for the week but didn’t want the credit or the thanks for it: things so small that the team wouldn’t question who did them, but they would make a difference to their mood.

A fresh paper on Rossi’s desk in his office. Picking up the many pens that Penelope managed to lose throughout the week under her desk. Placing Spencer’s mug closer to the kitchen cupboard door to save him rooting around for it. Polishing the framed photos on JJ’s desk in her office. Disposing of the old coffee in the coffee pot because everyone always forgot about it on Fridays and it got on Emily’s nerves. Resetting the back of Derek’s chair to upright because Spencer messed with it so much throughout the week.

Hotch watched you and by the time he saw you get around to straightening Derek’s chair, he found himself smiling. He figured out what you were doing and thought back to every Monday, where you walked in at 8:30am with coffee from the Starbucks down the street. He had no idea that you got here early to set the team up for the week, only to disappear for coffee and walk back into work pretending that you’d only just got there. It was one of the most thoughtful things he’d ever seen.

He didn’t expect himself to be included in your Monday morning task list. When he saw you approaching his office, he panicked and pressed his back to the wall.

The last thing you did on Monday mornings was open the blinds in Hotch’s office and clean the inside of the window. You’d noticed how much he enjoyed standing in front of it, presumably to think or to take a breather throughout the day. You opened the door to his office and walked towards the window, stopping short when you saw the blinds already open.

Hotch needed to speak. He couldn’t hide against the wall forever like a teenager.

“Good morning, Harris,”

The voice behind you startled you badly and you did what any logical person would do.

You span around and threw the cloth from your hand straight at the target.

“Fuck,” You mumbled as you watched Hotch catch the cloth, a small smirk on his mouth.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,”

“It’s fine,” You shook your head. An awkward moment passed between the both of you as you stared at the cloth in his hands, wishing it would magically come back to you and you could get the hell out of his office.

“What were you supposed to be doing?”

“Excuse me?”

Hotch held up in the cloth in his hand.

Shit.

“Opening the blinds and wiping the window,” you admitted, your voice steady and even. Your brain was screaming.

Please don’t talk about this again.

“I see,”

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You stared at each other for a second and he offered you the cloth back. You grabbed it and left his office abruptly, grabbing your bag and heading out of the bullpen to Starbucks.

”Thank you, Hope,” Hotch muttered to himself, watching you leave the bullpen.

The more Hotch observed of you, the more he was surprised at how much thought you really had for the people around you. You were actually incredibly sweet in a secretive, stealthy way. His heart softened even further.

Two months later, he stopped melting. His heart was still soft, but you weren’t fluff and butterflies anymore to him. You were fucking hot. You unlocked a kink he didn’t even know he had.

He’d thought about having you next to him regularly, all soft kisses and little sighs - but that night in the bar, he went home thinking about having you riding him like a fucking horse.

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spacecowboyhotch · 1 year

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aaron hotchner x zira williams (black!fem!oc!) in the moon river collection🌙

tagging: @laurensprentiss, @sadgirlml, @angelfxllcm, @honeybrowne, @jaspxr, @hotchs-bitch, @chelseyjoyce, @rousethemouse, @lostinthefandoms11, @fightingdragonswithwho, @ashhotchner, @hotch-girl (just cuz i know you loved them)

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ptersparkers · 1 year

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OH MY G O D YOUR HOT WIFE X NEIGHBORS FIC INSPIRED THE MOST CHOOSE ME LOVE ME SCENARIO IN MY HEAD. so for the sake of this story let’s say aaron doesn’t have a kid. what if you’re away on a business trip but that’s when he moves into the house officially, and you’re not gonna be home for a week. so the girls across the house don’t know that he’s married since you don’t help him move in (obvs) and they try to flirt with him and he’s panic calling you and you come home and BAM they’re embartasssed

hi! i’m so glad you liked it. hope you don’t mind that i made y/n the breadwinner here x

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Aaron panics when he realizes you aren’t in bed next to him when he wakes up. But then he remembers you’re on a business trip on the west coast.

He dropped you off at the airport on Sunday morning and couldn’t wait until you came home. The timing was incredibly terrible too—you’d been asked by your superior to attend a conference to represent the hospital you worked at, all while moving into a new house. You had only moved in your clothes and mattress before you had to leave.

Aaron took Monday off to help the movers load everything into the U-Haul trucks. They were parked out front and Aaron helped unload the boxes in the vehicle, telling everyone where his belongings should be placed. He’s grateful your incessant need to label every box came in hand.

After he tipped each mover handsomely, Aaron ordered takeout and caught up on reports for the thirty minutes he let himself eat. But the boxes were calling his name and he knew there were more things from his apartment he could fit into his car with a few trips.

He cleans up and heads out to the car that’s parked in front of his house when he sees two girls approach him.

“Hi,” one of them greets.

“Hi?” Aaron says, though it sounds more like a question.

“We noticed you’ve just moved into the neighborhood and wanted to introduce ourselves,” the other says.

They tell Aaron their respective names and Aaron gives them a tight-lipped smile before giving them his name. He excuses himself to pick up his belongings.

It’s almost second nature for Aaron to recognize when people are looking at him. It’s the caution of his job and he’s not oblivious to the way the girls from before are staring at him from where they’re lounging in the front yard.

Aaron makes the mistake of glancing in their direction when he makes the turn onto his street. One of the girls waved at him and he snaps his gaze back in front of him.

The two of you agree to keep your 911 Turbo in the garage while his car sits in the front street until the boxes occupying his space are put away. Aaron starts to move the boxes into his house when the girls approach him again.

“Hey, Aaron,” Girl One greets.

“Need any help with these boxes?”

“No thanks,” he says honestly.

“Are you sure? You have a lot of boxes.”

He contemplates. Aaron’s not particularly interested in having strangers in his house but he doesn’t want to waste time by moving each box one by one. He needs to make one more trip to his old apartment before everything’s moved completely and didn’t want to pay the movers extra if he could do it himself.

“Sure,” Aaron says curtly.

The girls giggle to themselves and pick up each box. Aaron tells them to be careful with them and opens the door to let them inside.

“Wow, this is a big house,” Girl Two comments. “Do you live here alone?”

“With my wife,” he says, distracted by picking a place to put the boxes. He makes a motion for the girls to put the boxes down and walks to his car to get another box.

“Is she here?” Girl One asks.

“She’s on a business trip.”

“Where’d you move from?” Girl One asks, brushing her hand against Aaron’s when she picks up a container. He moves aside and back into the house.

“Around the area,” is all he offers.

Aaron decides that he’s too tired to continue moving and unpacking after he tells the girls he doesn’t need anymore help. He gets the feeling they want him to ask them to stay, especially after finding the box with liquor and other bartending tools. Aaron takes the Hawthorne strainer from Girl Two, who seems a bit too excited after his hand touched hers.

Weirded out by the day’s interactions, Aaron decides to call you before he goes to sleep.

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It’s halfway through the week when Aaron realizes they’re trying to flirt with him. He’s so preoccupied with work and unpacking when he returns home that he doesn’t pick up the fact that the girls are the first ones to greet him when he gets out of his car.

They’re always standing a bit too close to him and speaking to him like he’s a prize and they’re the winners. It feels all too uncomfortable to him, especially when they’re putting this hands on his bicep when they approach. He always leaves them standing alone, too devoted to you to even think about what they want from him.

Aaron thinks his job has seeped into his life after work. Particularly, his sense of perception. He’s friendly with his other neighbors and has accepted a few get togethers on his and your behalf. But these neighbors aren’t interested in him like these girls are. He’s perceptive of the way they change into clothing that’s the opposite of casual, the way their voices drops a few octaves when speaking with him, and the way their hands never seem to stay by their sides.

He finds it disrespectful because they know he has a wife.

He can’t wait until you’re home. You haven’t had a moment to spare except for quick goodnight calls and good morning texts, and he misses you.

Friday finally comes and Aaron’s able to take work off an hour early to pick you up from the airport. He’s taking your 911 Turbo, knowing you likely miss your car, and backs out of the driveway with the windows down.

Aaron hears whistling coming from his left side and he doesn’t need to know it’s those girls again. He rolls his eyes and steps on the gas without realizing it makes him look that much more attractive to them.

He meets you at the arrival gate after parking your car in the airport garage and attacks your face with as many kisses as he can muster. You’re giggling at him, which makes Aaron kiss you like he hasn’t kissed anyone in a year.

“Missed you, baby,” he mutters. Aaron pulls away and kisses your forehead before taking your luggage in his hands.

“I missed you too,” you say. “I’m sorry those girls are giving you trouble.” Aaron sighs and leads you to the car.

“Nothing I can’t handle but I’m glad you’re home.”

Aaron drives while you talk about the conference and catching up with old friends from your time at medical school. You’ve got the widest smile on your face and Aaron finds it troubling to look at the road because all he wants to do is look at you.

He pulls into the driveway and opens the garage doors, parking the car inside of it. The both of you step outside and he’s about to close the door when he hears a voice from inside.

“Aaron?” Girl One asks.

She’s with her friend and they look more than startled to realize you’re standing next to him.

“Ladies,” Aaron greets curtly.

“Can we help you?” you ask.

Aaron’s not off the mark about how he described them: young, bold, and extremely nosy. The two girls are looking inside the garage and inspecting the car before looking between the both of you.

“What, you need Aaron to pick you up in his Porsche?” Girl Two scoffs.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing, you just look like the type of person who would marry Aaron for his money.”

Aaron recognizes that look on your face. Your eyebrows are raised, your mouth is slightly ajar, and you tilt your head as if to ask them to continue speaking their own version of the truth.

“Let’s get one thing clear,” you begin. You gesture at the Porsche. “This is my car. I paid for it. This house? I paid for it. You don’t have the right to throw accusations about me when you’re standing on my property.”

Girl Two tries to say something but gives up. Her friend tugs on her elbow and they retreat back to their side of the street as Aaron closes the garage door.

“Who’s gonna tell them you pay for some of the house, too?” you sigh, feigning guilt. Aaron closes the door behind him and pulls you close to him by your hips as your arms move around his neck.

“You pay more than half,” he says, kissing your nose.

“Just a smidge.”

“The girl’s don’t need to know that.”

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notsopersonalcharlie · 2 years

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Hotshot

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Army!OC - Kinda angsty at some points

Warnings: Haley’s death, mentions of terrorism, sniper shots, military stuff, normal criminal minds stuff, LMK if there are more

Tags: @hotchnerxo @arsonhotchner @whump-town @eldrai @hotchgan

Note: feeding everyone’s sniper!hotch fantasies. I was recently watching the ep where there was a mass shooting and they profile the case and at the end Hotch shoots the unsub from the victim’s balcony and from that a new head canon grew. The mall thing is stolen from that one episode from season three . This is extremely long... I got into it... There will CERTAINLY be a part two which will be more about the past and maybe several several parts after that. Please let me know what you want to see out of future parts, I’m happy to make it happen. Also sue me I fucking love beard Hotch. Gif is not mine, enjoy it tho

Part 2: Irreplaceable

Aaron was staring. He was not usually one to be slack-jawed and shocked, so when Derek saw him staring he turned. Coming through the bullpen was a woman in uniform, Army from what he could tell, with a slicked-back ponytail and a stack of folders under one arm. She was walking right toward him.

“Are you just going to stare, soldier?”

“I- I never thought I would see you again, Willow. I’m just surprised.”

“Well, good thing we have paths to cross. Your office?” Aaron nodded, putting out an arm for her to go in ahead of him. He closed the door behind him, unable to stop staring.

“I really never did think I would see you again.”

“Me neither, Aaron. But this is more important than whatever happened between us. We have intel that there’s going to be an attack on a Northern Virginia mall and we need your help. Well, your team’s.” Aaron nodded and took a seat as the woman he thought he was going to marry two decades ago laid out several folders.

“We have a source that gave us information about a potential attack on a mall in Northern Virginia. This guy says that the threat is getting more real by the day and the goal is to hit as busy as possible.” Aaron frowned, looking at the first file she handed him. It took a moment to focus himself back to work mode when he could smell the perfume she used. It was the same as back when they were teenagers.

“I’ll get my team on it today,” he said, taking the file and heading toward the office door.

“Aaron...” He paused, waiting for her to finish the sentence. She didn’t. He opened the door and stepped onto the catwalk.

“BAU, table.” The group scrambled from where they had their heads pressed together in a circle. Even Rossi was down there, listening from just outside their little ring of gossip. Willow was walking out of his office when he turned.

“I have to get back to the base, this is my number and my boss’ number just in case I’m not at my desk.”

“Let me give you my cell number,” Aaron replied, pulling a pen and business card out of his pocket. Willow’s lips quirked into a smile, but she schooled her expression. She had plenty more to do on the case. He handed the card over to her and she slipped it into one of her pockets without looking. His team of agents each walked past pretending not to look at her.

“Thanks, Hotshot. I’ll let you know if we get any more information.” He wanted to roll his eyes over the name. He felt a little bit like he was back to 18 years old, buddying up with the only girl in their unit because he was still a wimpy little kid.

“Will do, W- Sergeant Cutler.” Aaron couldn’t help but watch her walk away. The last time he had seen her walk away in that uniform was the day he told her he was leaving service to finally finish what he joined the Army to start. The last time he saw her walk away from him at all was when he had told her he was going to law school, that there was no way they could get married. He could almost see the back of her floor-length navy dress as it disappeared from view.

“Aaron.” He blinked and turned to Rossi, who was standing about a foot away from him. Willow was gone.

“Sorry, yeah.”

“I’m guessing that’s her, the girl from the Army?” Hotch nodded.

“First time you’ve seen her since you left?”

“She was invited to the wedding. I found out from a buddy that she was in Afghanistan.”

“Aaron, as your friend, I’m going to tell you, she definitely wasn’t going to come to your wedding.” Aaron let out a little laugh and then took a deep breath, refocusing on the job at hand.

Willow let out a sigh when the elevator doors closed, her eyes falling shut so she could focus on just breathing. She hadn’t expected seeing him to be so hard, and it had been even harder to walk away from him again. She reached into her pocket and looked at it. Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner. She flipped it over and scrawled in Aaron’s surprisingly neat writing was his cell number with Hotshot written next to it. She laughed, shaking her head as she stepped out of the elevator.

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“I got him,” Garcia called over the phone, “Address in your texts. Be safe my special agents.” They had been at it for two days, pretty much straight through Hotch had slept for a few minutes at most. Based on the information that they’d been given, an attack was imminent.

“Thank you, baby girl,” Morgan said. Hotch dialed Willow’s desk number and got an answer on the fourth ring.

“Sergeant Cutler.”

“It’s Hotch, we have a name and an address, so you-“

“Send it to me. We have a strike force waiting.” Hotch waved his arm at his team to sit back down while listing off the address and the name.

“I’ve got it. Thank you so much, Aaron.” She hung up and Hotch stuck his phone back in his pocket.

“We’re off the hook for the takedown. I don’t think I need to tell anyone, but this is not information that is to leave this room.” The team mumbled their agreements.

“Get out of here. Take tomorrow off,” Rossi commended. The team shuffled out, but when Aaron looked up Dave was still there. He began to gather up the paperwork to shred it.

“What can I do for you, Dave?”

“You should call her.”

“I didn’t get her number. She has mine.” Dave gave one of his famous little sighs, indicating his disapproval.

“Well, I’ll be inviting the team over for dinner so, if you have an interest and she calls, always have an extra seat.” He left the room and Aaron finished cleaning up, hoping his phone would ring.

It still hadn’t rung by the time he stepped outside to walk to his car, the bright sun shocking him. He forgot it was midday, all sense of time had been drained out of him. He pulled his phone out to check the day. Saturday, Jack should be up by now. He dialed the home number for the apartment.

“Hotchner residence,” Jess’ voice came.

“Hey Jess, I’m headed home.”

“Sounds good, see you soon. Here’s Jack.” Guilt was sitting like a weight in his chest now, guilt over leaving Willow, over not saving Haley. Abandoning the women he loved seemed to be a theme.

“Hi, Daddy! Did you solve the case?” All of the sorrow that had begun flooding him washed away. Jack was the greatest thing that could have ever happened to him. Guilt be damned.

“Yeah, buddy. We solved it. I’ll be home soon. What do you want to do first?”

“I don’t know! Can we watch cartoons?” Aaron smiled, climbing into the driver’s seat of his car, the call automatically connecting to the console.

“Sure thing, bud. Sounds like a plan. I love you.”

“I love you too, daddy.” He hung up and started on the drive home, a country radio station playing quietly over the sound of the wind rushing by through the open windows. He was almost home when an unfamiliar number appeared on the screen, ringing and interrupting the music.

“Hotchner.”

“Hey Hotshot. We got him. Your profile was spot-on. He was a coward, he surrendered right away. Couldn’t face anyone bigger than him.”

“Glad we could help.” A long silence permeated and Aaron pulled into the parking lot, stopping in his spot and turning the car off.

“Aaron, I was ho-” Her words overlapped with his, “Willow, would you want to-” They both laughed.

“You go,” Willow said.

“Would you want to come to dinner with my team? We can grab coffee or drinks before.”

“Today?”

“Yes.” He felt like a giddy teenager again, like the first time he had pulled her in for a kiss in the parking lot after their first week of boot camp.

“You sure do work fast, Hotchner.” He was tempted to say out loud ‘you remembered’. That was what she had said the first time they had sex, after a drive-in movie in the back of his pickup.

“I don’t know, seventeen years seems like a bit longer than most people would say is fast.” She laughed, the sound overtaking Aaron in memories of the moments during training that they had snuck away, the evenings when the heat in Kuwait gave way to the cold evenings and they would sit with their backs to the truck and watch the sunset, the calls he would make long-distance when he was at school.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, Aaron. You know I could never say no to you.” Jess and Jack appeared by the door, coming toward him and Jess’ car parked beside him.

“Daddy!”

“I have to go, Willow. I’ll text you the details?”

“Sure thing.” He hung up and Willow looked down at her phone. Had the child’s voice in the background been a coincidence? He hadn’t been wearing a ring, but she had come across his wedding invitation when she got her stack of mail months after the date on it. She got up from where she was laying on the couch and began to shed the uniform. Something clinked in her pocket when she dropped the pants onto the bathroom floor and she sighed, reaching in and taking out her challenge coin, setting it on the counter next to her watch and jewelry. It was from their group in boot camp, the little sniper symbol smack in the middle.

When she got out of the shower, there were two texts from Aaron, one with an address and another saying it was a casual affair and she didn’t have to dress up. Either way, she stared at herself in the jeans and shirt for a few minutes too long, wondering if he would like it, if he still liked her. He hadn’t commented on her work fast memory. She rationalized though, why else would he invite her out?

Aaron stood outside the bar, fiddling with his phone. He had left Jack at JJ and Will’s for the night, given Will was going to be keeping an eye on Henry and Michael it wasn’t a stretch. He had gotten a few hours of sleep on the couch with Jack wrapped in his arms. They had built part of his Lego set in the afternoon and had McDonalds for lunch as a treat in addition to the fact that Aaron hadn't gone grocery shopping in days.

“Hey there, you come here often?” He turned and he guessed he probably looked like a lovesick puppy. Willow was wearing light wash jeans and a navy shirt that had a neckline reminiscent of the dress she had worn to that gala.

“No, but if I knew you were going to be here all the time I sure would be.”

“Witty as always, hotshot,” she laughed. Aaron wrapped her in a hug, longer than was probably appropriate, but she didn’t let go either.

“What have you been up to the last two decades?” she asked jokingly as they found seats towards the end of the bar. It was busy, but not loud. A group of what looked like college students were on the other end of the bar laughing. Aaron had taken a look around the room, not having to note anyone for looking suspicious. He noticed Willow doing the same.

“After I finished law school, I was a criminal prosecutor for a few years before joining the Seattle field office as an investigator. After that I moved to the BAU and I’ve been here since then. You?” The bartender took their orders and quickly left them with their drinks.

“Army to Intelligence. CID for a while and now Homeland Security. Never used your skills again?” Aaron smiled and took a sip of his drink, looking into the dark liquid.

“I still use them, taking out unsubs. Only a few times, but enough to know I still have them. It... I try to be the one who does it if we have to. I’ve done plenty before, a few more for the really bad guys doesn’t hurt as much.”

“It always hurts, Aaron. Sticks to you.” He nodded. He knew that, he just told the team that so they wouldn't try to take the burden from him.

“Your team, they seem like they’re... close to you.” Aaron snorted, a little uncivilized, but something he used to do as a kid.

“Yeah, we spend almost all of our time together. We’re practically family. I’m mom, according to the kids.” Willow smiled. She missed having family. Aaron had been her family for a long time, a little brother for a while and then much more.

“You were always a worrier.” A long silence held as they drank, neither of them looking at each other. There was so much to talk about that it was hard to know where to start.

“Do you have a kid?” It was the first thing she could think of to say. Aaron’s face lit up a little bit and he pulled out his phone.

“Yeah, Jack. He’s seven. He loves soccer.” He added the last detail because he knew she did too. There were a few things about Jack and Haley that brought back memories of Willow throughout his life. That was one of them. He often wondered what she would have been like with their kids. He pulled up a recent picture of Jack playing soccer with Rossi in the yard.

“He looks just like you did.”

“Yeah, that’s what Haley always says-said.”

“Haley? High school Haley?” Willow remembered the photo of Aaron and a pretty blond girl from high school. She felt a pang of jealousy, especially know he had gone back to her after the near decade they were together. Aaron scratched his head and downed the rest of his drink.

“Yeah. She... she was killed a few years ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure that hasn’t been easy for you or Jack.”

“No... it hasn’t. We get by though. What about you? Partner, kids?” Willow shook her head, leaning back in the barstool. She thought about lying.

“I- Truth be told, Aaron, I never found anyone else like you.” Aaron’s guilt returned, but before he could try to formulate a response, his phone rang.

“Hotchner.”

“Hey, Aaron. I need to know if I need to set another place.” He looked at her. She was watching him expectantly. He hadn’t met anyone like her either.

“Yeah Dave, another spot. We’ll be there in a half hour or so.”

“Coming together are you?”

“Bye Dave.”

“Nosy friends?”

“Very, like I said, family. I can drive.”

“You can pay too because I have-” She was in the process of getting the challenge coin out of her jeans when he put his own matching one down on the table, pulled from his jacket pocket. She blinked in surprise.

“What? Old habits die hard. Plus Dave was a Marine and he’s tried to pull that on me.” He paid for their drinks anyway and led the way to his car. Willow was still watching him in surprise until they got to the car.

“Not a blue pickup anymore?” Willow asked, sliding into the passenger seat of the SUV.

“Wasn’t so practical after I moved to the city. Not the country boy anymore.”

“Clearly, I was surprised that I couldn’t hear an accent anymore. Pity you got rid of the truck, loooots of good memories.” Aaron smiled and turned on the car. The radio kicked on and it was the same country station it was always on.

“Good to know not everything about you has changed,” Willow said quietly, looking out the window as Aaron started towards the house.

“Not everything,” Aaron agreed, reaching over the console to take her hand. He started to sing the lyrics to the song, the South Carolina twang entering his voice as he did. She smiled and shook her head, squeezing his hand.

By the time they arrived at Rossi’s house, they were both singing and laughing. A few cars were already in the driveway and Aaron led the way up to the front door, not bothering to knock.

“I’m here!”

“Heyyy, Aaarrrooonnn!” Emily came down the hall, clearly stumbling.

“Hi Emily, do you need some help there.”

“Uh, no. Who- O M G you’re the army lady.”

“Yeah, that’s me.” Aaron helped her back down the hall, Willow trailing while looking around the house, amazed. The house was enormous.

“She’s been here a while,” Dave supplied when they arrived in the kitchen. Spencer and JJ were sitting at the counter talking.

“We’re here!” Garcia’s voice called. Derek and Penelope arrived in the kitchen, rounding out the group.

“Everyone, this is Willow Cutler, she was in my unit in the Army.” All of them stared.

“You were in the army?” Penelope exclaimed, “You never told us that.” Aaron helped himself to a bottle of white from a fridge and poured some for Willow too.

“Oh please, he doesn’t scream Army to you? Crisp suit as a uniform, early riser. He’s always been regimented,” Willow laughed, “He was the worst. We would all agree to be late to something and he would be early, and all the rest of us would get in trouble.” Aaron rolled his eyes. The rest of the team was watching out of entertainment. Few people were able to poke fun at Aaron, and much less at this extent.

“He was the best out of our entire group though.”

“Best at?” Willow looked at Derek, who was watching her inquisitively.

“Sniper. His call sign was Hotshot, close to Hotch, and he also almost never missed his target.”

“Uh, no I always hit my target,” Aaron shot back, “You were the one who almost never missed.”

“Modest,” JJ laughed, “I guess it makes sense why he always takes those long shots without an issue.”

“He was being modest. He’s in the top twenty marksmen in the Army and he left almost twenty years ago.”

“Why did you leave, Hotch?” Spencer asked, his feet were tucked up criss cross on the stool, “If you were so good you could have stayed. Probably lived a different life.” Aaron caught Willow’s eye when Spencer said that, a very different life indeed.

“I only joined the Army so I could leave the small town I was from and go to college and get law school paid for. I stayed... longer than expected, but I paid my dues, and I got to go to law school.”

“Military takes a lot out of you,” Dave said, “That’s why Willow gets the first plate.”

“What? We’re the ones who stayed up for two days!” Spencer exclaimed. The group devolved into yelling at each other. Aaron smiled and raised his eyebrows at Willow, unspoken conversations had become easy over their seven years together, especially on deployment. This looks said ‘What do you think?’ She flashed him a smile and took a seat at the counter next to Emily, who was now drinking water out of a wine glass. She fit seamlessly into to the group. Maybe she would fit seamlessly back into his life.

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Dream date - Spencer reid

Imagine: Spencer making your dream date come true

When i walked into work this morning i saw JJ, Emily and Garcia standing around the coffee machine in what seems to be an important conversation

"Did I just walk into a warzone?" I questioned playfully, smiling when they all turned to me

"No, actually. For once we was actually not gossiping" Garcia spoke for the three of them

"Shocker" the girls let out laughs

"We was actually talking about some guy Emily spoke to last night, he was a real creep"

"At the bar?" I asked not knowing how I didn't witness this as I was also there last night

"Yeah but we blame you, you was too busy with Spencer" the girls all laughed once again as my cheeks started to heat up

"That's- that's a lie" I stumbled over my words

"Can we go back to the point here?"

"Right yes. He said 'let's go straight to the sheets' like what is up with people? men don't even ask us on dates anymore" Emily huffed crossing her arms across her chest

"They could still like you, a lot, want a relationship but never want to work for it. Straight to bed"

"Speaking of dates, kevin took me to the most amazing restaurant the other day" Garcia gushed and Emily pointed to ber

"See? Is that alot to ask for?"

"Apparently" I mumbled

"What's your idea of a perfect date?" JJ pointed the question to me

"Um.. i don't know really"

"Lies. Every girl has a perfect date. Mine is simple, a walk along the beach, dip in the ocean at sunset" JJ smiled

"I guess mine would be.." i sighed at the expected look on their faces

"a private dinner just for us two, and i don't know, a small dance after"

"That's really sweet" Garcia awed making me roll my eyes

—

Unknownst to them Spencer was walking past when they were speaking, stopping just in time to hear luna speak

And once he heard her say her dream date he kenw what to do. Cause for years he's been in love with luna, but never once had an opportunity presented it self like this one

Once he beard that and finally decided he rushed away making his way over to morgan, panting when he finally reached his friend

"Woah, pretty boy, what's got you rushing?" Spencer stopped for a moment, taking a chance to take a deep breath before he finally spoke

"You need to teach me how to dance" immediately morgans eyes widened

"I'm sorry- you- what?"

"You need to teach me to dance, not like how you like to attract girls at a bar, like, a slow dance. A romantic one" at the end of spencers ramble where he was flapping his arms about as he spoke he stopped, and looked for morgans reaction

Derek kept a straight face at first, before slowly a smile spread across his face before eventually he broke into laughter

Spencer stood there for a moment, allowing derek to get all tbe laughs out of his system before he sobered up

"Are you finished with your attempt at trying to make fun of me?" This time Derek nodded and Spencer got to speaking again

"I need you to teach me Derek"

"Wait, are you even gonna tell me what this is for?" Thinking a moment Spencer sighed. He knew that there was no way Derek was going to help him without telling him what it's for

"It's for luna"

"What do you mean? It's for luna?"

"I mean..." Spencer sighed once again

"I overheard her talking to JJ, Garcia and Emily about her perfect date"

"And that involves a slow dance?"

"Yes"

"Okay pretty boy. Let's help you get your girl"

—

A week later i walked into the office and sat down at my desk just as Spencer walked through the door. I couldn't help but lift my head up to look at him, my movements faltering like every other time I see him

Just his presence takes my breath away, his smile warming up my chest every time I see it. He was beautiful which didn't help every time we had a friendly conversation, though us being paired together at every case made it harder for me to hide how I felt

When Spencer looked up from the ground his eyes met mine, a small yet nervous smile came over his face as he walked in my direction, stopping in front of me

"Hi Spencer" I smiled looking up to him. It took a moment for him to reply before he placed a drink in front of me

"A hot chocolate, 3 sugars and marshmallows" every day he brings me in a hot chocolate, and every day I forget until he's standing in front of me with it in his hand

"Thank you, you don't have to do this every day"

"Every day you say that, and every day I still do" I smiled and stood up, wrapping my arms around him in a thankful hug, closing my eyes tight to ignore the butterflies as I felt spencers arms wrap around me too

He never was one for physical touch but since I have gotten to know him he's become more accustomed to it. Usually he'd never shake someones hand but if we sat beside each other I would find his hand on my leg or waist

If we sat together on the plane and I fell asleep he would move my head from the window to his shoulder as well as allowing me to rest my legs over his whilst he held me close to him

"Also.." I looked down, my head still on spencers chest to see a rose is his hand

"It's for you. I saw it as I made my way here and.. it made my think of you" I slowly took it out of Spencer's hand and smiled

"It's beautiful" I whispered

"Thank you spence"

"I knew you liked roses. When we walked past a florest the other day I saw you looking at all the others. But your eyes met the roses 3x more than the others. So I knew.." he trailed off when he saw the giant smile I held whilst looking at him

"What?" he asked becoming nervous

"Nothing" I shook my head

"Thank you. I love both the hot chocolate and the flower"

"I'm glad" he nodded before turning and walking away and I slowly sat back down in my seat

"Hey guys we got a case!" JJ said walking in with Morgan and Emily behind her. Everyone made their way over to the meeting room but I couldn't bring myself to get up, I couldn't help but stare at the beautiful flower I knew I was never going to be able to let go. I may have to preserve it in resin

"Luna!?" I jumped up and looked to see Rossi standing above me

"Huh, sorry Rossi, what did you say?" He laughed

"I've been calling you for ages, JJ has a case" I nodded slowly as the words caught up to me and I nodded before standing up, glancing down at the rose

"It's pretty, where did you get it?"

"Uhm.. Spencer" I mumbled and a smile spread across his face

"Right, I should've guessed that from the awestruck look on your face" he laughed at me

"Come on"

—

The case had ended yesterday and after a long 7 days we had the weekend off, so I found myself having a rest day when I heard a knock at my door

I frowned and got up not expecting anyone today but when I opened the door I grew confused realising it was Derek

"Derek?" I questioned

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. No. Not really, can I..?" He gestured inside and I nodded opening the door wider for him to step inside. I looked down at his outfit seeing him in a suit

"Okay, so i know your probably busy but I could really use your help right now"

"Of course, what is it?"

"You know the wedding i've been talking about for weeks now, the wedding that starts in 2 hours?" I nodded

"Aaliyah bailed. And I need a date so my cousins don't kill me" I was immediately reluctant, what he was asking was really out of my comfort zone

"Derek I-"

"I've asked Penelope, shes busy, you're my only hope Luna. Please. You just have to pretend to be my date"

"Okay okay" I sighed and he smiled

"Thank you thank you, now go get ready"

—

"Derek?" I questioned finding the road familiar

"Are you sure this is the way to the wedding?" He looked out the window and nodded

"I'm sure" I sat back in my seat and nodded but a few minutes later I knew we was definately at the wrong place

"Derek" I laughed

"You took us to Spencer's house, not the wedding"

"You're right. I'm not supposed to be here, but you are" I tilted my head in confusion

"What?" He got out of the car and walked around it walking to open the door for me and help me out

"Aaliyah Is waiting for me to pick her up for the wedding, but I needed to take a little detour first, to bring you here?"

"Why?"

"Because Spencer asked me to" he sighed when he saw me still confused

"You're telling me you're as clueless as him? Geez, enjoy your time, enjoy your date that Spencer has taken the last week planning" once Derek knocked at the door he detatched his arm from mine and kissed my cheek before making his way back to his car and thays when the door open

"Cora" Spencer breathed

"Why do you sound more shocked than I am?" I whispered pulling Spencer into a hug

"I don't know, you.. you look beautiful, stunning, pulchritudinous" I couldn't help but giggle as my face flushed at his words

"Thank you"

—

The date I didn't even know I was going on was amazing. Once we both stopped being nervous our conversations flowed like every other time we spoke

"It's actually statistically proven that laughing enhances your intake of oxygen-rich air, stimulates your heart, lungs and muscles, and increases the endorphins that are released by your brain" I couldn't help but take in everything he said, I love when Spencer went off in his own world as he spoke about stuff he has learned

"Also" he cleared his throat

"Speaking of the brain, did you know slow dancing can also release endorphins, which are chemicals in the brain that can improve mood and reduce feelings of depression" I was slightly confused by the change in subject but everything seemed to make sense when he stood up and pressed on a remote he held which then played a song around the room

It was perfect by ed sheeran, the song I had on my playlist that could easily be seen as the most played song

"Spencer- I- how?" He walked over and held his hand out to mine which I placed mine in and he moved us both into the middle of the room

My hand stayed cased in his whilst his other came to rest on my waist and my head on his chest as we both swayed to the music

"How did you know?" I questioned, my voice only leaving my lips in a whisper

"I heard you say your perfect date to the girls, I wanted to make that real for you”

"It's amazing , it's- the best date i've ever had"

"Hopefully, it took 5 different recipes and asking the girls your favourite song to pull this off" I moved my head off his chest

"Not just because of everything, which I must admit is the most amazing thing anyones ever done for me, but because it's you here Spence. I wouldn't want it to be anyone else" it seemed my words was just what soencer needed to pull me into a kiss

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