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ssahotchnerr · 6 months

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Hey love, could you pretty please do an Aaron x reader where it’s there wedding day and she starts getting real bad anxiety about marrying him. Not because she doesn’t want to but because she feels like he is surrounded by so many amazing people who uplift him that she could never compare. Just in the mood for fluffy comfort Aaron 🥹

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cw; fem!reader, a LOT of angst but it's comforting??, heavy 5x9 references (i'm sobbing actually), anxiety descriptions, aaron cries 😭, comfort and a happy ending don't worry!!!! wc; 2.4k

"nervous jitters?"

"you could say that." you replied - while staring off into space, while bouncing your crossed leg, while kicking your slipper on and off your heel. your head moved downward as your fingers clutched onto the seat of the chair you were sat in, harshly enough for your knuckles to turn white.

jj pulled the curling wand away from your face an inch, "careful, try not to move."

"sorry."

yet another wave of guilt rippled through you, as this wasn't how you should feel on your wedding day.

last night, you were surrounded by the people you now consider family, celebrating a new chapter. or rather, a beginning. aaron's permanent grin was engraved in your mind; you've never seen him so carefree, happily conversing with his colleagues, gazing at you as if he'd won the lottery (to him, he had). you were positive there wasn't a second where his arms hadn't been wrapped around you.

before parting ways for the night, he had pulled you to the side, to a more secluded area. he gave you long, sweet, deep kisses, holding your body close to his, as you weren't going to see each other until the two of you officially, and finally, became one.

just as him, you had been on a similar high, more than ready for this next adventure, in pure disbelief that in less than twenty-four hours, you'd be a hotchner. so now, whatever this was, had quite literally come out of absolutely nowhere.

when you awoke this morning, rather than the excitement you had expected, you were greeted with an empty, terrifying pit in your stomach.

as the day carried on, pre-wedding activities in full motion, it followed, and the void within only grew and grew. it was gravely unsettling; you were more fidgety, on edge, you hadn't been your usual talkative self. and despite being surrounded by your newfound family - jj, penelope, and emily more specifically - you couldn't help but choose to remain alone in your thoughts.

jj studied your face through the mirror, before securing your hairpiece in place. "there." her hands found your shoulders, giving them a comforting squeeze. "sit tight, i'll be right back."

you nodded, blinking your eyes to prevent the budding tears from slipping - and to not ruin penelope's handiwork, mascara sure to stain your cheeks. she left, leaving you alone.

but as promised jj returned no more than five minutes later, only she remained at the doorway, her head peeking in. "someone's here to see you."

after giving you a consoling smile, as if she knew - profilers - she vanished, leaving door slightly ajar.

your hand had only just touched the knob when the door moved a centimeter back, slight pressure holding it still to refrain from opening fully.

"don't open it all the way."

"aaron?" at the sound of his voice, you fought the instant urge to sob. but the utmost amount of comfort filled you too. it took a second, but you found your voice, "you're not supposed to be here."

"well technically, i just can't see you."

"still." you insisted. your tone was flat, rather than being full of giddiness due to your future husband sneakily paying you a forbidden visit - like it should've. "they're going to be looking for you."

"then let them." aaron answered simply, not concerned about that in the slightest. "are you alright?"

you immediately fell silent, and aaron patiently waited a minute, but still - nothing. the extended period of quietness, scared him, given the day's event.

please, not cold feet.

and given the current circumstances, there was only so much he could do. aaron dropped his hand to his side, weaving through the small gap. "here, give me your hand."

your hand quickly found his, the promptness allowing aaron to breathe. the familiar weight felt like home; your hand always fitting perfectly within his. your hands always cold, his warm. yours soft, his rough.

his thumb drew circles on the back of your hand, an invitation to open up. "what's on your mind?"

you bit your lip in thought, taking a heavy enough breath aaron could hear it without straining his ears.

"honey?"

"first, i want to preface this that i do want to marry you. i don't want you thinking otherwise." your voice was firm, meaning every word.

"okay..." here was a brief hesitancy in his voice despite your promise; a tinge of worry, some question. however, he managed to keep his voice steady, for the most part. you, however, still recognized the waver of uncertainty.

"just," you released a breath, your voice small. "i envy you."

aaron was quiet for a moment, and when he did speak, the confusion was obvious in his voice. "you envy me?"

"you have," you took a breath, gripping onto his hand. "so many wonderful amazing people around you... i don't even know where to start. they've been with you, stuck with you, for far longer than i have. how do i compare to that? god, dave's practically paying for this whole thing. because of you, for you. no matter who you would've married, he would've done exactly the same. i'm not special."

"sweethear-"

"i want to be enough for you." tears pinched at your eyes, your hold on his hand lessening - which frighteningly felt like you were letting go completely. "you deserve," you took another breath, and this one rattled through you. "everything. and i'm afraid i never will be."

aaron only clutched onto your hand tighter, refusing to part. his eyes squeezed shut for a moment, taking a silent, deep breath. "are you wearing your dress yet?"

after all that, you weren't too sure of how he would respond, but you certainly hadn't expected that. "no? once-"

aaron released your hand. and after looking in both directions of the hall to be certain he was in the clear, he swiftly entered, the door clicking shut behind him.

"aaron." you stared at him, your eyes wide in alarm. you barely had the time to process him in his tuxedo, or have the thought to push him out. "you can't be-"

"enough?" aaron looked at you, baffled. exasperation, pain, and love all present in his eyes. "how can you say that?"

"i-"

"you... are everything. my everything." he moved to your left, pacing away for a moment, quickly internalizing a way to get it across solidly, so you wouldn't dare question otherwise again. he blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "did i ever tell you, what haley told me before she died?"

you blinked in surprise, but shook your head. while you knew the story, offered reassurances after nightmares and the topic of haley had never been off limits, aaron had never gone into detail over... the final moments. you never pushed, never asked - if it was something he chose to keep to himself, to have that part of haley close to him and only him - of course you respected that. they were vulnerable, painful memories, not easy to relive.

he sobered, his posture and expression changing before you, alight with a ghost of the past. a tender, solemn fondness was in his tone as he recalled the line. "'love is the most important thing.'"

your eyes studied his face, silently urging him to continue.

"and while our relationship had it's hardships, she wanted jack to believe in it - love - and had me promise her that i'd show him."

"aaron..."

"he believes, because of you."

"i-"

"i believe," his eyes found yours, full of a sincereness you've never seen from him. "because of you."

you opened your mouth to speak again, but no words came out.

"haley was right." he chuckled softly, with a small shake of his head, "honestly, and while i understand why now, for a long time i was furious she made me promise that. because i wouldn't be able to keep my word. before that... day, i'd already given up. lost hope that i could find it again, that it was even possible, or whether i deserved it. haley and i were together for a long time, you know that. being with her was all i knew, what i was used to, and part of me thought maybe someday, we'd manage to work things out. and suddenly, she was gone. it was too late - i was too late. i failed her, and i'd continue to fail her."

"and then you came into my life, and turned my world around completely. never did i think i would love again, let alone get on one knee and ask someone to marry me. but here we are. here you are."

aaron took your face into his hands, as delicately as he possibly could - as if he feared he would break you.

"because of you, i kept my promise to haley. jack knows, he sees the love i have for you every day. and although he 'ew's' at the sight of us kissing here and there, he'll grow up understanding. he'll know the importance, as promised."

"and you saved me. you saved from a looming downward spiral. i saw it happen to gideon, it's happened to countless others within the bureau, and i could've been the next. i told someone once; it's consuming, this job will eat you up if you let it. but instead of letting it, instead of ruining my relationship with jack, you managed to pull me from that impending darkness i was headed toward."

tears were continuously trickling down your cheeks, utterly speechless.

"you're enough. god you're more than enough. and if that doesn't... i'll prove it to you everyday if i have to. if you'll let me." a broken exhale left his lips, choked up. "i promise."

still unable to find the words, and actions speaking louder, your fingers grabbed onto his tux, pulling his body to yours and wrapping your arms around his middle, burying your face into his chest. in the back of your mind, you made a mental apology to penelope, and hoped you weren't soiling aaron's dress shirt too badly.

aaron's shoulders dropped at the contact, in relief. he pressed his lips to the top of your head, his arms wrapping around your shoulders and holding you close. next, he's the one who took a shaky breath.

"so, i'm the one who should be afraid."

"what?" your voice cracked, peering up at him, your chin on his torso.

"baggage." aaron sighed, tearing his eyes away from yours, his hands running along your back soothingly - or rather, to soothe himself. "i'm the widowed father. i'm the one who's never around. i'm the one who's scarred, in more ways than one. i don't want to limit you, to keep you from a life you've always imagined for yourself. like i did with haley."

"don't say that."

"every day, i wonder why i'm the one you chose to be with. wonder why you love me. i think that it's too good to be true, that i'll wake up. or someday, you will."

"aaron."

he sighed, tears sliding down his cheek.

"you are not scarred, aaron hotchner." you cupped his face and angled him so he was looking at you, wiping the droplets away with the pads of your thumb. "far from it. the life i imagine, is with you. this is it." you found it in you to let out a small laugh, refreshing after the morning you've had. "that's why i was so worried."

he also couldn't help but laugh gently through his tears. "you shouldn't be."

your hand slid to the back of his neck, winding your fingers through the nape of his hair. "you've, very unfairly, dealt with the unfathomable. the unimaginable. but that doesn't make you broken. i find it admirable actually, and it's one of the things i love about you. you're strong aaron. to go through something like that, and come out on the other side of it, both the tragedy and the recovery part of it. a lot of people wouldn't be able to do the same."

aaron looked at you, listening, his head tilting as he leaned into your touch.

"despite what you think, you're a good father. i adore you with jack. and with the horrors you see, every day, you still come home with a calm face. you never fail to give us your all - your sweet loving self. you're always present, even if you're physically aren't here. because you're out there making this world a safer place for so many others. for jack, for me. you really don't give yourself enough credit."

aaron remained silent, his gaze beginning to tear away from yours. but you stopped him, with a finger under his chin to direct his focus back to you.

"you may have scars, but they aren't you. they may contribute, but they aren't you."

"are you sure?" his voice fell to a whisper, eyes desperately searching yours, his own dampened.

you nodded earnestly, your bottom lip quivering a small amount. "i've never been more sure of anything. i promise."

and with that, aaron's lips found yours, kissing you even more deeply than he had the previous night. from the urgency that soon developed, it was clear just how needed this conversation was, on both ends. providing closure, clarity. the kiss sent a buzz right through you, instantaneously making up for the all the lost time you had spent brooding.

you forced yourself to pull away - only when air was needed, and to simply stop. you would've gladly kissed him longer, and aaron likewise, but the two of you were on a schedule.

his forehead fell against yours, a rather boyish, adorable smile on his face. "so, are we good?"

you nodded, your lips pulling into a smile as well, the giddiness you've been missing finally present. you reached up, gently blotting away any lingering tears of his. "we've always been."

"wedding still on?"

you rolled your eyes, gently smacking his chest and making him laugh. "duh."

"okay." he grinned, pecking your lips gently. "i better go. if someone catches me in here-"

"-you'll be in trouble."

"big trouble." he grinned, pulling your hands forward to bring you in for yet another kiss. "i love you. you never saw me."

you chased his lips - just one more. "never did."

aaron laughed, his brown eyes just sparkling. "i'll see you soon. you know where to find me, i'll be waiting."

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ddejavvu · 11 months

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this idea is probably very dumb but like,, imagine reader saying “fuck the police” one day to hotch just innocently in conversation and he very casually replies like “you pretty much do that every night”

i would pass away on the spot

"Sweetheart," Aaron eyes you warily where you're untwisting the cap of your lip gloss, "I don't think you should be putting on makeup while driving."

"Why not?" Your response is indignant, a huff coming from your newly-shiny lips, "I can see just fine, Aaron."

"I think the police might disagree with you," He reaches out to wrap a hand around the steering wheel despite one of yours already being stationed there, and you scoff at his overprotectiveness.

"Fuck the police," You sneer teasingly, jamming the applicator wand back into the lip gloss tube you've squeezed between your thighs. You twist the cap one-handed until the lip gloss is sealed again, and you're able to keep one hand on the wheel and your eyes on the road the entire time. You're safe, no matter what Aaron says.

"You did last night," He muses, letting go of the wheel once your second hand slides back over it. It's a bad idea, though, because you nearly jerk the wheel to the side with the force of your disgruntled yelp, and your cheeks grow hot as Aaron chuckles from the passenger's seat.

"Aaron," You swat at him, and he laughs incredulously.

"Hey! Hands on the wheel," He urges, "Look! Look, there's a cop car right there."

Sure enough, you pass a cruiser, but of course, the officer inside pays no mind to you.

"Can it, Aaron," You drawl, hands now firmly on the wheel as your cheeks burn, "Or the cops'll be coming after me for murder, not distracted driving."

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criminalskies · 4 months

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Not Alone. Aaron Hotchner x GN!reader

Hi all! so, this is actually a birthday gift to a beautiful friend and mutual who has been struggling recently. I heard him say that Aaron would not be proud of him at this very point in time, and well. I just couldn’t disagree more. So! That sparked this. I hope all of you reading can hear the message I originally intended to shine through the words. <3 And Happy Birthday, Casper!!!!! @softhairedhotch

word count: 3,400.

THIS IS HEAAAAAAVY ON THE HURT AND HEAVY ON THE COMFORT SO PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS!

This fic contains: graphic depictions of depression/depressing imagery. Brief mentions of alcoholism/alcohol as a coping mechanism. Some allusions to suicidal thoughts and loneliness/bullying. Mentions of reader shaving and accidental cuts (no mentions of where on their body). Mentions of caffeine consumption.* *not tagging due to the heavy themes in this particular fic, I don't want to pressure anyone into reading if they aren't completely comfortable*

Numb. The only way to describe the way you’ve been feeling, or rather, unfeeling lately. What you know to have been weeks, feels like months, could have been years stretching on and on feeling this way. You have, of course had moments of joy and happiness, seemingly outnumbered by those where you’ve felt a kind of misery seeping in through the windows at night, staining your carpet with its seething despair. You’ve been trying and trying and trying to avoid it, standing on the furniture as it rises and rises. Now you must be clinging to your raised curtain like a cat, trying still to escape the dreary fog.

Of course, you wake up every morning, noticing there is no stain at all. The sunny daylight bleaches every fiber in sight and washes away all your signs of last night’s struggle. You turn off your blaring alarm, wipe a restless sleep from your eyes and have to get on with your day. Every. Damn. Day. You throw on your uniform and you begin the endless trudge to Quantico. You can’t help but look around on your long commute, wondering if every other train passenger feels the same way you do. You see the same faces appearing time and time again, expressionless on their way to their same mind numbing 9 to 5. But surely, not everybody feels this weighed down. Not everybody feels like their boots are packed with lead and every step is in the wrong direction. They can’t all have been pushed to their last limit, violating every rule they set for themselves because they just can’t deny themselves a moment’s pleasure. A moment’s reprieve in a world that is otherwise frankly draining.

Looking around, you note the absence of a particular man you’ve labelled Hat Guy. Until two days ago, you saw this man every morning on the same commute. He’ll often share a row with Newspaper Dude and sit in their comfortable silence. They never greet each other, though. In fact, you wonder if any of these people find the same brimming sense of familiarity and calm that you feel seeing the same faces each day. Actually, do any of them even know you? Would they notice if you stopped riding this train? If you were here every day for the past who knows how many months and then you weren’t?

Luckily, that crisis is cut off by the shrill sound of the doors grating open, you’re finally at your stop. You pick up your daily energy drink from the corner store before beginning your short hike to Quantico’s FBI Headquarters. Greeting the guards at the security checkpoint, you’re predictably asked to remove your bag and belt, putting your drink aside while you make your way through the scanners. The metal alarm sounds as you rush to explain to the guards you have a plate in your arm from an injury as a child. The guards seem equally surprised by this every day. Every day the same. You’re starting to wonder if you’re actually living the plot of groundhog day as the younger, more by-the-books guard picks up the metal detector wand, waving it over your body ‘Just to be sure’. You narrowly avoid telling him, like every single morning. that you’re quite literally one of a few people entering this building without a gun on your hip. There are about a thousand armed agents he should be more concerned with than you.

You take the elevator up to the sixth floor, barely needing to glance ahead of you to know the path towards the BAU doors like the back of your hand. You push through the doors, the ever predictable Dr Reid being the first to turn and notice your figure trudging past his desk.

“Morning.” He offers you a tight lipped smile as you note that he’s never even greeted you by name. If he didn’t have an eidetic memory you’d be convinced he didn’t know it.

“Morning, Reid.” You offer him a similarly forced little smile as you trudge by the other familiar faces of your coworkers, all too absorbed in their work or in quite literally anything more interesting than you, you suppose. You set down your things with a sigh, shedding your jacket over the chair and looking over to see your three fellow evidence technicians deep in conversation, all sat around your ex-partner’s desk, laughing about how much they enjoyed going out for karaoke with the team’s field agents last night. None of them seem to notice your presence as you wake your computer and start rummaging through your desk drawers for your notepad, yesterday’s nearly finished evidence logs, pens and a calculator.

One of your peers laughs so hard at a joke the infamous Derek Morgan made that she tips backwards, her hand flying out to catch her as it collides with the cold metal of your energy drink, spilling it all over your desk. The fizzy liquid quickly soaks into the loose pages of your entire week’s work as you just watch the can gulp more and more sticky drink over your things. You raise your hands to your head, taking a moment to breathe and tell yourself that you can redo the work. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. Things can be replaced. It’s just useless. Seriously, what’s the point of trying anyway if everything is just ruined in the end? This is always the way it goes. You feel before you see the now empty can picked up and placed gently into the wastebasket by your desk, a long set of legs planting two shiny soles beside your chair as a throat clears, loudly beside you.

The room comes to a grinding halt, your coworkers piling off the desks around yours, clambering to their feet to face their very unimpressed boss.

“Agent Summers.” You hear a cold but familiar tone directed at the particular ass which collided with your morning caffeine.

“Yes? Um, sir.” She stutters, clearly surprised to be greeted at 9:02 sharp with such a directed reprimand.

“Clean this mess up, please. This is furniture, not a playground. We don’t go swinging beverages over important documents. Although, I expect since you and your colleagues were meeting in your paid hours, you guys can come up with some plan to make up for this lost work? I trust you can make out which documents you just carelessly ruined on your own?”

“U-Um, yes, sir. I’m sure we can, We can fix these-” She began peeling the dripping messes of paper off the desk as Agent Hotchner carefully wheeled your chair back just out of the splash zone.

“Good. And don’t let this happen again.” He gave one last icy stare to the group of fools you once called friends as he carefully moved a hand to your shoulder. He bent down closer to you as his tone turned to one of delicate care. “Come with me.” He offered you a very neutral, soft expression as you pulled yourself to your feet, willing to just move one in front of the other, like always, and stay calm. Whatever he’s about to hit you with, you probably deserve it.

It’s worth noting that you and Agent Hotchner had been in a sort of dance for months now, both of you had clearly been harbouring feelings for one another but each time one of you took a small step forwards, the other was nearly sent flying back. It was torture. His unwillingness to just be seen as even a little bit unprofessional even once in his life made it impossible to read him as anything other than neutral, if not even a little off-put by your continued presence in his life. Your building anxiety over his indeterminable feelings for you eventually led to the mounds of dead weight you’re now forced to carry with you day to day. The notion you weren’t enough for him to risk his reputation for and the nagging feeling that he only ever did what was right or polite of him to do towards you, and no feelings ever really existed for you continues to burn your throat where your loving words had once died trying to work their way to him. In any case, you’ve been actively avoiding him ever since your strong feelings of regret towards him began following you around like a bad smell.

You follow him up the stairs to his office where his blinds are already drawn, his hand resting on the door as he allows you in before shutting it behind you. You walk towards the chairs opposite his desk, ready to be fired honestly for someone finally noticing your sluggish and lazy work ethic these past few months, only to be stopped in your tracks.

“Not there. Over here, please.” You turn and see Aaron gesturing to the small couch by the window. You take a seat, pointedly staring at your now stained work pants as you feel Hotch lower himself onto the couch next to you. You sit for a moment, hand fiddling with the seam of your pants at your side while you await your doomed fate.

“Y/N. Please, try to look at me when I say this.” Your head turns towards the more seasoned agent, but your eyes stay glued on your reflection in his overpolished shoes. “I’m worried about you.” You’re caught off guard by this, fully expecting the reprimand of the century for your lackluster job performance. You turn to him fully now, a frown pulling at your features as you try to think of what to say next.

“You mean… like, worried about my job performance, or?” He doesn’t care. Mister professional, mister perfectly fine can only care about one thing and it’s this unit.

“No. I mean you. Come on, Y/N. You think a seasoned FBI Profiler can’t notice when somebody is clearly struggling?” You resent that he had to say clearly, as if all of your efforts to hide your anguish and your pain have been for nothing, if it’s as clear as day anyway. “I don’t say this just to hurt you. I want to help you. I’ve seen you shrugging off every person who tries getting close to you recently, and I don’t want to let that happen here. I can’t let you push me away.” The gentle tone of Aaron’s voice drifting through the narrow space between the two of you almost moved you to tears. His offer to help you hanging in the air while you took a deep breath, trying to keep the beads in your eyes at bay.

“I don’t know how to fix this, Hotch. Even if I wanted to let you help. Everything I’ve tried has only made this worse. I can’t get out. I come close but then each time I think I have a handle on my senses, I end up sinking further from the surface again.” You hear your boss actually take an audible gulp. His throat is tightening hearing you admit you’ve been struggling this much. The way your voice keeps wavering mid sentence is making his chest feel tight. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep treading water, Aaron. I’m tired. I’m so, so tired. There’s just no end to this.” You bury your head in your hands, only when your palms meet your cheeks do you realise they’re wet with tears you’ve held back for too long. The dam has burst.

“You start by admitting you’re not okay. You start by talking to a friend, or even just someone you can bear, and you admit that one person cannot move this mountain alone. You just did that.” A warm hand lands on your shaking shoulder as you move to sit more upright again, finally turning to look at the kind soul seated next to you. ‘Someone you can bear’ you note that this must be the sentiment aaron thinks he holds in your mind. God you’ve made such a mess of things. “It’s hard. I can’t pretend that reaching the other side of this is easy, or even that it’s fast… or linear. There are a dozen ups and downs and it’s so so slow going, but one day, you look up and it dawns on you that you haven’t been carrying such a weight around for a while. You realise it’s lifted. Little by little, without you even knowing, it got better… It does get better, Y/N. It did for me, at least.”

You face the older man fully now, searching those deep, soulful eyes of his for the slightest hint that he’s lying. That he’s making this up just so you won’t stop treading water.

“And I was like you. I won’t lie. I thought I was handling it, and I was handling it, and even as I lost my handle on it, I refused to let people in. To let them even see how bad things were. I couldn’t face my own employees knowing they’d seen me so weak or so vulnerable. I thought they’d all be disappointed to learn their unshakeable unbreakable boss was exactly as terrified and shattered as a person can be. But, you start with a conversation, and then you start changing the way you talk to yourself. The way you treat yourself. If we treated ourselves half as well as we’re willing to treat other people, I really think we’d live an awful lot longer. Fuller lives, too. But, I digress. I just wanted to say that I’m in no way disappointed in you. In fact I’m proud of you. Every day, no matter how bad you’ve been feeling, you have walked through that door and you have tried, even for a second, greeting this unit with a smile. Every day you’ve tried. Even if there was a whiff of alcohol on your breath from the long night before, or if you had to take home half your work for the day, trying to complete a respectable amount even though your brain is so clouded with shit that you can’t even find the lead end of a pencil. Even the mornings you’ve come in with fresh nicks and cuts from shaving yourself with shaking hands. I have been proud of you. You’ve never quit trying.”

You swear you must be staring at Aaron like he has three heads by now. He saw everything. He saw right through you, all of your greatest faults and flaws, and he felt… pride? You feel a gasp rip through your chest, your now thick lens of tears in your eyes making it hard to tell if this is a dream, finally, the sweet dreams you’ve been hoping would interrupt the endless cacophony of hurt you’ve felt every night as you tossed and turned in restless sleep. Aaron’s weight shuffles closer to you on the couch as he moves to wrap his arms around you. Seeing your trembling form blubber beside him was beginning to make his chest physically ache as he saw himself in you. He thinks maybe that’s why he’s so inclined to help you. You helped him. The part of his story he didn’t disclose, was that the moment he realised the weight had long since left his shoulders, was the same moment he saw you setting down your things at a desk in the bullpen. Your quirked smile as you bounced from foot to foot, shaking your new colleagues hands had cut through the ashy gray of his known world like a beam of light. He had only then noticed that his back had stopped aching from carrying all of his grief with him.

Right now, he pulls you into him as your fists ball in his neatly pressed shirt in the back, his cupped hand finds the back of your head and he instinctively rocks a little, side to side, his hand smoothing over your mess of hair so gently. The two of you feel yourselves drifting slowly apart from the flow of time as you sit there, heart to heart. All of your months of stress and heartache and dread finally move away from the forefront of your mind, drawn to the back for once, out of the spotlight. You can’t help but wonder if Aaron’s hand is a magnet for negative thoughts, but surely that is a thing of fiction. His smoothing motions over your slowing mind sure are dulling the terror and sadness that usually run rampant through your every synapse, though. Your mind feels almost clear when you pull back from Aaron, sniffling and removing your hands from his now very wrinkled, tear stained shirt as his arms loosen their hold around you.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“Don’t be. You are more important to me. Okay?”

“Okay… then can I at least apologise for being such an ass every time you tried asking me out?” You look at the wonderful, sensitive, caring man before you and cross your every finger, toe and hair follicle that he’ll let you express your regret for the way you acted towards him. He clearly doesn’t deserve to be treated so hot and cold.

“Pfft, only if you let me apologise for your probable whiplash the morning I scolded you for trying to take everyone’s coffee orders in a classified briefing right after I’d told you I had feelings for you the night before. I think I was trying to appear impartial to you but I very, very badly overcompensated and swung the other way towards disdain. If anyone should apologise for you not meeting me on the roof for dinner, it’s me. That was my own doing.”

“Wait, that was you going for impartial? You threatened to charge me with Unauthorised Disclosure if you saw me even blink at Morgan’s open casefile again.” Now it’s Hotch’s turn to bring his hands to his face and groan.

“God. Maybe impartial isn’t my strong suit. Actually, maybe dating isn’t my strong suit. But, dating or not, I really want to make sure you have someone in your corner for this. Even if you’d rather that’s Garcia, or, or Rossi. I just need to know you’re not alone. That you know you’re far from alone.”

“I think you’re about the only person who’s been able to draw me out of my own head in months, Aaron. I really think you’re the best person for me to turn to here. Besides, it sounds like however far you’ve come since you were, um, treading water, you could maybe use somebody in your corner too. I’d like to do that for you.” You only notice now that the other agent had let go of you completely when he relented his role to the other agents in the unit. You make the move this time to be the one to put a warm hand on Aaron’s shoulder. Letting him know he’s also not alone. “Deal?” You offer your spare hand for him to shake. You think for a moment you catch sight of the stone-faced agent’s chin wobbling as he steadies himself in your grasp and moves to hold your hand, not shaking it. Interlacing both of your fingers between your laps where your bodies are exchanging the same warmth.

“Deal” He offers you a shaky smile, letting a moment pass before he turns, checking the blinds are still closed and that time isn’t really at a standstill since you two fused with this couch. “Now, let me try look up what can get Mango Loco Monster out of cotton workpants.” He stands, moving to his desk too swiftly to peel open his laptop. You don’t miss the moment where he brings a knuckle up to his eye, wiping a stray tear onto his own pants as he rounds the desk.

In that moment, you decide that you don’t particularly care if none of the other commuters, none of the other evidence technicians or even the field agents know you exist or notice your absence. You know now more than ever that you’re not nearly as alone as you thought you were. Once Aaron Hotchner is in your corner, he’s immovable. Destined to remind you that you’re worthy of love and of pride, even in your darkest moments. And you, in his.

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Everything You Need to Know About Crystals: Amethyst

Amethyst (“The World’s Most Popular Purple Gem”)

Color: Dark Vivid Purple to Pale Lilac

Hardness: 7

Rarity: Easy to Acquire

Type: Quartz

Chakra Association: Third Eye, Crown

Deities: Buddha, Dionysus, Diana, Artemis

Birthstone: February

Astrological Signs: Pisces, Aries and Aquarius

Element: Air

Planet: Jupiter

Origin: USA, Britain, Canada, Brazil, Mexico, Russia, Sri Lanka, Uruguay, East Africa, Siberia, India

Powers: Pride, Sobriety, Peace, Spirit World, Protection, Celibacy, Luck, and Homesickness

Crystals It Works Well With: Ametrine, Citrine, and Moonstone

How It Is Created: Amethyst receives its color beginning at the crystal’s growth. At the first stage, trace amounts of iron are incorporated into the crystal as it starts to grow. After the crystallization starts, gamma rays are emitted by radioactive materials within the host rock and the irradiated iron gives the amethyst its beautiful purple color.

History: One of the earliest references to amethyst is in the Old Testament book of Exodus as it is mentioned that one of the stones in the breastplate of Aaron the High Priest was an amethyst. There is not a clear indication to where the name comes from but it is said that it is derived from the Greek word “amethyst” which means “not drunk”. Despite this, it is associated with the god, Dionysus, because the purple hue of the crystal looks like delicious grape wine. Wine goblets were carved of this stone to prevent drunkenness. There is also a Greek lore involving Dionysus with a young girl named Amethyst. The lore reads:

“Dionysus was angry one day and swore that he would exact his revenge on the next mortal that came by. He created several tigers, informed him of their mission and went his way. As it would happen, a lovely young girl named Amethyst was the next to come by, on her way to pay homage to Artemis and was attacked. Artemis quickly changed the girl into a statue of solid quartz. When Dionysus returned to see what he had wrought, he was overcome with remorse and wept tears of purple wine which flowed over the statue, staining it permanently.”

The color was also in demand throughout history since the color purple is associated with royalty and was worn by royals in Egypt and Europe. In some traditions, Catholic Bishops wear amethyst rings to symbolize their piety and celibacy, and rosaries are still fashioned with this stone.

What It Can Do:

Excellent focal point for meditation and scrying

Used to unlock mysteries and figure out spiritual matters, such as death and rebirth

Helps cleanses, purify and heal the body, spirit, and mind

Balances emotions and prevents nightmares

Useful for spells to help let go of addictions

Uses on the tip of wands for healing and can produce high spiritual energy

Brings a sense of calm and clarity

Helps with decision making

Can open your third eye and connect to the crown chakra

Protects the mind from dark magic

A gateway stone to connecting with the spirit world

Helps with transmitting energies to a specific point

How to Get the Best Out of Amethyst: Wearing it on your person with a bracelet or necklace. Putting amethyst on bare skin invites the stone to release its vibrations directly into the body, amplifying its power.

How to Cleanse and Charge Amethyst:

To cleanse: Leave your Amethyst stone placed under the light of the full Moon for a whole night, that is, about 8 hours

To charge: It can also be recharge via the moon so just leaving it in the moonlight can do double duty.

Crystal Grid:

Protection and Cleansing (Hexagram)

Amethyst

Selenite

Snow Quartz

Hold your crystals in your hands and state your intention for the grid.

Lay the first triangle, placing clearing crystals on each point.

Join up the points and spray the grid with clearing essence.

Lay the light-bringing crystals in an overlocking triangle over the top of the first. Join up the points, starting with the first crystal you laid.

Place your keystone in the center, stating your intention once more.

Sources

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darlingsfandom · 7 months

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Kinky sex w/hotch and then he immediately goes sweet once reader finished and enters subspace; and is the best at aftercare

Bless you ✨

"Now now... what do you say when I give you what you want sweetheart?" Aaron looked at you with knitted eyebrows as you laid there with soft eyes.

"Thank you daddy." You batted your eyelashes at him as he ran his over your cheek. Your eyes follows him closely.

"Good girl." He cooed at you before sitting back down in his chair leaving you restrained to the bed. The handcuffs were pink and fuzzy because as much as Aaron wanted to give you a hard punishment he couldn't do it. In your defense it had been awhile since you two had sex and he was just gone for two weeks. Yes he called and you two had phone sex but he understood that you being the brat you are needed more, so of course when he came home you were touching yourself crying out his name.

You watched him as he flipped through his newspaper. He did let you have a small orgasm from his fingers but you wanted more and he knew it.

"Aaron ! Please!" You whined. He looked over his paper to see you and ignored you again. He read his sports section as you continued to whine. "Please! I need you. My toys aren't good enough! You're the only one who can make me even squirt ! Please daddy!" Aaron folded his paper onto his lap before uncrossing his legs and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Baby, this is your punishment. I know you want my cock and that you need my fat cock to stretch out your needy little pussy, but you can't always get what you want." He tossed the paper onto the nightstand before getting up, walking over to your toy box and growing your wand. Aaron looked down at you sternly. "Now I've been nice and have given you four orgasms since I've been home..."

"But not with your cock!" Aaron gave you a soft slap on the face.

"Do not interrupt me when you're being spoken too!" He squished your cheeks together leaving your mouth Open a little. He smirked at you before leaning in and spitting into your mouth. Aaron's fingers let go of your face as he held the wand against your clit and slowly turned up the speed. A loud gasp left you swollen lips as he slowly moved the wand all over your pussy. The wand was covered in juices in seconds as Aaron sat next to you on the edge of the bed.

"Look at your pretty little pussy baby! So red and achy. I bet your thinking of my cock hmm! Just like you were when I walked in on you humping my pillow!" Tears formed in the corner of your eyes.

"I'm sorry daddy! I just missed you!" You hiccuped as Aaron pressed the wand right against your clit and put it on full speed. "Fuck! Daddy! AARON! I'm going to cum again. Please please please!" You begged as you watched Aaron palm his self. "Please Aaron ! I need it! I need! Please!!" You we're full on crying and gripped the fuzzy cuffs .

"Cum for me baby! Cum! Show me how good you're feeling." Aaron almost mocked you but his tone changed as he watched your hips fly up from the bed and squirt all over everything! He looked at you in amazement as your orgasm covered the bed , the wand and a little bit of his pants.

After a few minutes Aaron got up and left the room only to come back with a warm wet washcloth. "You did so good baby. Such a good girl." He wiped up your thighs first before gently cleaning your pussy. Once you were cleaned up Aaron took off the hand cuffs , wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head as he rubbed your back. "My sweet girl, I love you." "I love you too daddy!" You gave him a weak smile as your head laid against his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

#aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner smut #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #thomas gibson #emsblurbs

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sisaloofafump · 4 months

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All-time favourite type of panel

All Star Batman #1 -- John Romita Jr (Pencils), Danny Miki (Inks), Dean White (Colours), Steve Wands (Letters), Scott Snyder (Script)

Batman: Off-World #1 -- Doug Mahnke (Pencils), Jaime Mendoza (Inks), David Baron (Colours), Jason Aaron (Script)

#the panels are so similar I'm almost surprised it's a completely different team #so! colourful!!!#anyway please give Bruce chainsaw #dc comics #batman #bruce wayne

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themori-witch · 2 years

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English Folk/Traditional Names for Common Plants & Herbs

These are known now as folk names, but back in the medieval era and well into the 18th century, these were the common names for some of the herbs and plants in use in witchcraft (and generally!) today.

This list is not an exhaustive one; the names given here are just some of the names that were used primarily in England for common plants within the region.These plants have other unique and wonderful names in many other cultures and languages throughout the world.

✧ ADDER’S TONGUE (Ophioglossum Vulgatum) A.K.A.: English Adder’s Tongue, Snake’s Tongue, Viper’s Tongue, Serpent’s Tongue, Adder’s Spear, Christ’s Spear.

✧ AGRIMONY (Agrimonia Eupatoria) A.K.A.: Harvest Lice, Cat’s Tail, Liverwort, Sticklewort, Stickwort, Stickweed, Fairy’s Wand, Church Steeples, Aaron’s Rod, Beggar’s Lice/Ticks.

✧ ALDER (Alnus Glutinosa) A.K.A.: Black Alder, Fever Bush, Owler.

✧ ANGELICA (Angelica Archangelica) A.K.A.: Holy Ghost/Root of the Holy Ghost, St. Michael’s flower, Angel’s Food.

✧ ANISE (Pimpinella Anisum) A.K.A.: Sweet Alice, Aniseed.

✧ APPLE (Malus) A.K.A.: Fruit of the Gods, Fruit of the Underworld, Silver Branch, Silver Bough.

✧ ASH (Fraxinus Excelsior) A.K.A.: Bird’s Tongue, Hampshire Weed, Widow-maker, Venus of the Woods, Husbandman’s tree.

✧ BALSAM (Commiphora Opolbalsamum) A.K.A.: Balsam of Gilead, Balm Tree, Mecca Myrrh.

✧ BASIL (Oscimum Basilicum) A.K.A.: Our Herb, St. Joseph’s Wort, Witches’ Herb, King of Herbs, Holy Basil.

✧ BAY (Laurus Nobilis) A.K.A.: Bay Laurel, True Laurel, Daphne, Noble Laurel.

✧ BERGAMOT (Monarda Didyma) A.K.A.: Horsebalm, Bee Balm, Scarlet Mondara.

✧ BIRCH (Betula Pendula) A.K.A.: Silver Birch, White Birch, Lady of the Woods.

✧ BITTERSWEET (Solanum Dulcamara) A.K.A.: Woody Nightshade, Felon-wort, Felonwood, Blue Nightshade, Fever Twig, Staff Vine, Violet Bloom.

✧ BLACKBERRY (Rubus Fruticosus) A.K.A.: Bramble, Fingerberry, Blackhide, Blackbutter, Thimbleberrym Brambleberry, Gouthead.

✧ BLUEBELL (Hyacinthoides Non Scrupta) A.K.A.: Nodding Squill, Auld Man’s Bell, Ring-o-bells, Wood Bells.

✧ BROOM (Cytisus Scoparius) A.K.A.: Besom, Irish Tops, Scotch Broom, Butcher’s Broom, Sweet Broom.

✧ BURDOCK (Arctium Lappa) A.K.A.: Thorny Burr, Beggar’s Buttons, Sticky Bobs, Love Leaves, Hare Burr.

✧ CARNATION (Dianthus Caryophyllus) A.K.A.: Gilliflower, July Flower, Clove Pink, Sops-in-wine.

✧ CHAMOMILE (Anthemis Nobilis) A.K.A.: Whig Plant, Chamomel, Earth/Ground Apple,

✧ CHESTNUT [SWEET] (Castanea Sativa) A.K.A.: Marion, Jupiter’s Nut.

✧ CHICKWEED (Stellaria Media) A.K.A.: Starweed, Adder’s Mouth, Scarweed/wort, Tongue Grass, Stitchwort, White Bird’s Eye, Little Star Lady.

✧ CHICORY (Cichorium Intybus) A.K.A.: Witloof, Blue Sailors, Coffeeweed.

✧ CLARY [WILD] (Salvia Verbenaca) A.K.A.: Christ’s Eye, Wild Clear-eye, Vervain Sage, Eyeseed.

✧ CLEAVERS (Galium Aparine) A.K.A.: Catchweed, Beggar Lice, Goose Grass, Sticky Willy, Bedstraw, Robin-run-the-hedge, Goose’s Hair, Hedge-burrs, Milk Sweet, Stick-a-back, Scratchweed, Barweed.

✧ COMFREY (Symphytum Officinale) A.K.A.: Knitbone, Slippery Root, Blackwort, Bruisewort, Ass Ear.

✧ DAISY (Bellis Perennis) A.K.A.: Day’s Eye, Poet’s Darling, Bachelor’s Buttons, Bairnwort, Billy Buttons, Boneflower, Margaret’s Herb.

✧ DANDELION (Taraxacum Officinale) A.K.A.: Swine’s Snout, Blowball, Puffball, Clockflower, Tell-the-time, Priest’s Crown, Lion’s Tooth.

✧ DEADLY NIGHTSHADE (Atropa Belladonna) A.K.A.: Belladonna, Banewort, Black-cherry, Devil’s Cherries, Naughty Man’s Cherries, Devil’s Herb.

✧ FEVERFEW (Tanacetum Parthenium) A.K.A.: Featherfew, Featherfoil, Midsummer Daisy, Nosebleed.

✧ FOXGLOVE (Digitalis Purpurea) A.K.A.: Fairy Gloves/Fingers/Petticoats/Thimbles/Weed, Witches’ Glove, Witches’ Bells, Our Lady’s Glove, Dead Men’s Bells.

✧ GARLIC (Allium Sativum) A.K.A.: Poor Man’s Treacle, Stinkweed, Camphor of the Gods.

✧ GOLDENROD (Solidago Vibgaurea) A.K.A.: Aaron’s Rod, Cast the Spear.

✧ HAWTHORN (Crataegus Monogyna) A.K.A.: May Blossom, Mayflower, Whitethorn, Hagthorn, Ladies’ Meat.

✧ HELLEBORE [BLACK] (Helleborus Niger) A.K.A.: Bear’s Foot, Setter-wort/grass.

✧ HEMLOCK (Conium Maculatum) A.K.A.: Poison Hemlock, Devil’s Porridge.

✧ HENBANE (Hysoscyamus Niger) A.K.A.: Hog Bean, Stinking Nightshade, Henbell, Devil’s Eye, Witches’ Herb, Devil’s Tobacco.

✧ HOLLY (Ibex Auifolium) A.K.A.: Bat’s Wings, Holy Tree, Christ’s Thorn.

✧ HONEYSUCKLE (Lonicera Periclymenum) A.K.A.: Woodbind, Fairy Trumpets, Sweet Suckle, Honeybind.

✧ HOREHOUND [BLACK] (Ballota Nigra) A.K.A.: Madwort, Black Hoarhound, Black Archangel.

✧ HOREHOUND [WHITE] (Marrubium Vulgare) A.K.A.: Bull’s Blood, White Archangel, Eye of the Star, Houndbane, Devil’s Eye.

✧ IVY (Hedera Helix) A.K.A.: Gort, Bindwood, Lovestone.

✧ JUNIPER (Juniperus Communis) A.K.A.: Bastard Killer, Gin Berry.

✧ LADY’S MANTLE (Alchemilla Vulgaris) A.K.A.: Our Lady’s Mantle, Lion’s Foot, Bear’s Foot, Nine Hooks.

✧ LAVENDER (Lavendula Angustifolia) A.K.A.: Elf Leaf, Spikenard, True Lavender.

✧ LEMON BALM (Melissa Officinalis) A.K.A.: Sweet Melissa, Bee Balm, Sweet Balm.

✧ LEMON VERBENA (Aloysia Triphylla) A.K.A.: Lemon Louisa, Lemon Beebrush.

✧ LILY OF THE VALLEY (Convallaria Majalis) A.K.A.: May Lily, Our Lady’s Tears, Mary’s Tears, Ladder to Heaven.

✧ MALLOW (Malva Sylvestris) A.K.A.: Cheese-cake, Pick-cheese, Round Dock, Wild Mallow, Wood Mallow.

✧ MANDRAKE (Mandragora Officinarum) A.K.A.: Satan’s Apple, Love Plant, Mandragora.

✧ MARIGOLD (Calendula Officinalis) A.K.A.: Bride of the Sun, Drunkard, Husbandman’s Dial, Mary Gold, Summer’s Bride.

✧ MARJORAM (Origanum Majorana) A.K.A.: Wintersweet, Joy of the Mountain, Mountain Mint.

✧ MEADOWSWEET (Filipendula Ulmaria) A.K.A.: Bridewort, Queen of the Meadows, Little Queen, Quaker Lady, Mead Sweet, Gravel Root.

✧ MINT [PEPPERMINT] (Mentha Piperita) A.K.A.: Brandy Mint, English Mint.

✧ MINT [SPEARMINT] (Mentha Spicata) A.K.A.: Garden Mint, Hart Mint, Our Lady’s Mint, Sage of Bethlehem.

✧ MISTLETOE (Viscum Coloratum) A.K.A.: Druid’s Herb, Witches’ Broom, Wood of the Cross, Golden Bough, Devil’s Fuge.

✧ MONKSHOOD (Aconitum Napellus) A.K.A.: Monk’s Blood, Blue Wolf’s-bane, Aconite, Women’s Bane, Devil’s Helmet, Friar’s Cap.

✧ MUGWORT (Artemisia Vulgaris) A.K.A.: Lion’s Tail, Lion’s Tart, Heart-wort.

✧ MULLEIN (Verbascum Thapsus) A.K.A.: Blanket/Velvet/Woolly Mullein, Our Lady’s Blanket, Beggar’s Blanket, Aaron’s Rod, Adam’s Rod, Jupiter’s Staff, Jacob’s Staff, Peter’s Staff, Virgin Mary’s Candle, Lady’s Foxglove, Graveyard Dust.

✧ NETTLE (Urtica Dioica) A.K.A.: Stinging Nettle, Burn Weed, Burn Hazel.

✧ PARLSEY (Petroselinum Crispum) A.K.A.: Devil’s Oatmeal, Persil.

✧ PENNYROYAL (Mentha Legium) A.K.A.: Royal Thyme, Run-by-the-ground, Lurk-in-the-ditch, Pudding Grass.

✧ ROSEMARY (Rosemarinus Officinalis) A.K.A.: Dew of the Sea, Sea Dew, Elf Leaf, Guardrobe, Rose of Mary.

✧ RUE (Ruta Graveolens) A.K.A.: Herb of Grace, Herb of Repentance, Mother of Herbs.

✧ [CLARY] SAGE (Salvia Sclarea) A.K.A.: Clear-Eye, See-bright, Eyebright.

✧ ST. JOHN’S WORT (Hypericum Perforatum) A.K.A.: Scare-devil, Balm of the Warrior’s Wound, Rose of Sharon.

✧ SORREL (Rumex Acetose) A.K.A.: Green Sauce, Sour Sauce, Cuckoo Sorrow.

✧ SWEET WOODRUFF (Galium Odoratum) A.K.A.: Wild Baby’s Breath, Master of the Woods, Ladies in the Hay.

✧ TANSY (Tanacetum Vuulgare) A.K.A.: Bitter Buttons, Golden Buttons, Cow Bitter.

✧ TARRAGON (Artemisia Dracunculus) A.K.A.: Dragon’s Wort, Little Dragon.

✧ THISTLE [BLESSED] (Cnicus Benedictus) A.K.A.: Holy Thistle.

✧ THISTLE [MILK] (Silybum Marianum) A.K.A.: Our Lady’s Thistle, Saint Mary’s Thistle, Sow Thistle, Marian Thistle.

✧ VALERIAN (Valeriana Officinalis) A.K.A.: Garden Heliotrope, St. George’s Herb, Bloody Butcher, Cat’s Valerian, Vandal Root.

✧ VERVAIN (Verbena Officinalis) A.K.A.: Herb of Grace, Enchanter’s Herb, Britannica, Juno’s Tears, Divine Wood, Pigeongrass,

✧ WITCH HAZEL (Hamamelis Virginiana) A.K.A.: Spotted Alder, Winterbloom, Snapping Hazelnut.

✧ WORMWOOD (Artemisia Absinthium) A.K.A.: Absinthe, Crown for a King, Green Ginger.

✧ YARROW (Achillea Millefolium) A.K.A.: Woundwort, Nose-Bleed, Thousand-Leaf, Arrowroot, Carpenter’s Weed, Devil’s Plaything, Devil’s Nettle,

Sources, References and Cross-Checks: Breverton's Complete Herbal (Terry Breverton), Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs (Scott Cunningham), Medieval Plant Names and Their Modern Corollaries (The Met Cloister).

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lesbianhotch · 2 years

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quality control (a sugar daddy hotch fic)

hi my loves! back at it again with another fic!! i really really hope yall like this one, its a little different for me but im happy with the final product! notes: 18+, female reader, phone sex (?), sex toys, just a smidge- a sprinkling of d*ddy kink

Late night phone calls with Aaron have always been your favorite.

You used to talk for an hour or two, polite conversation until he excused himself for work and followed up by sending you money.

The talks happened much more often now, and for longer intervals, and after a while, Aaron felt that the money transferring was getting a little tedious.

Now he just lets you borrow his credit card.

You’re sitting on your bed, phone tucked between your ear and shoulder, as your hands are otherwise occupied with painting your toenails.

“What color have you gone with this time?”

“It’s a kind of, a pastel violet.” You dip the brush back into the bottle so you can turn it upside down to read the label. “Suits You Swell.”

“And what does that name have to do with the color purple?”

“Not a thing. But I don’t care. As long as it looks pretty.” You wiggle your toes for effect, and you find yourself satisfied with your at home late night pedicure. “I bought some other colors too, but I decided the purple was right for spring.”

Aaron hums. “I saw. Got my credit card bill today. You did some shopping?”

“I did. Just a few things I wanted.”

You can hear the squeak of Aaron’s chair, like he’s leaning back to relax. “Tell me. You know I like to hear how you’re treating yourself.”

You smile, setting the nail polish down on your bedside table. “Well, I got the polishes and I got a new skirt I had my eye on.”

“The one you saw in the window at Burberry?”

“Yes! I thought it’d be perfect for work, it’ll go great with that blouse you like.”

You can almost hear him smile over the phone. “The sleeveless one with the v-neck? Now how did you know that’s one of my favorites?”

“Just a hunch.”

As if you hadn’t caught him staring at your chest every time you wore it.

“What else did you get?”

“Oh, uh. That’s it I think.”

Aaron clicks his tongue. “No, I think I see something else here.”

You feel the blood drain out of your face as you realize exactly what purchase he must be seeing.

“That’s just- I needed to-”

The thing was, your favorite vibrator had finally kicked the bucket. Ole faithful had been with you through many lonely days and hard nights, and lets just say that since your relationship with Aaron began, you’d been making it work overtime.

Age and over use finally caught up to it last week, and you couldn’t revive it no matter how many fresh double A batteries you crammed into it.

You usually preferred your discreet websites, but you’re guessing Amazon didn’t value anonymity the way actual sex shops did.

You were desperate and horny and needed something now, not in 5 to 10 business days.

You were so caught up in the idea of being able to get off again as soon as possible that you forgot ‘Multi-Speed, Wireless, Power Wand Massager’ might show up on Aaron’s computer screen when he got his monthly bill.

You put your head between your knees, sighing.

“Aaron, I’m sorry, I am so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be. You know I don’t care what you buy.” You know he means it, and he says it so casually, like you aren’t talking about you purchasing sex toys with the money the federal government pays him. “However,” He takes a breath. “I do need to know if what you’re buying is worth the money.”

You sit up in a flash, spine straight as an arrow.

“If it’s….worth it?”

“Of course. I don’t want you spending Daddy’s money on something that doesn’t do the job.”

Oh, that bastard. He knows what he sounds like when he says that word, the way it makes you blush.

You shift against the bed sheets, trying to ignore the growing ache between your legs. “I uh. I haven’t gotten to use it yet.”

“Oh?”

“I was planning on using it for the first time tonight.”

You’d planned the perfect night for yourself. Off from work early, takeout from your favorite restaurant, a relaxing bubble bath followed by a DIY mani pedi, with the grand finale of breaking in your brand new toy.

You’d even set it out to charge before work.

“Are you still going to?”

“To what?”

“Use it tonight?”

Of course you are.

Even if the conversation ended because Aaron got called away to middle of nowhere Nebraska to hunt down a murderer, you’d still be spending the entire night thinking about him while you got yourself off.

“I want to.” There’s silence on his end, only the soft sound of him shifting in his chair. You realize after a moment that he’s giving you an out. You can hang up right now and he’ll forget he ever said anything.

You have to be the one to make the next move.

“Would you like to listen?”

Aaron sighs in relief. “I would, baby.”

You remove your bottoms in a flash, flimsy shorts that get tossed to the end of the bed without a second glance. Part of you is worried that if you take too much time, this living breathing fantasy of yours will come to an end.

You lean over and unplug the vibrator from its spot on your side table, pleased when the light on the bottom flashes green.

You settle back onto the pillows, and after a moment of consideration, place your phone on speaker and set it down right next to you.

Aaron’s voice is right in your ear, and you imagine what it’d be like if he was truly in bed next to you, talking to you with his voice warm and low, tired from a day of use.

“If at any point you don’t want to keep doing this, you tell me, okay?”

You nod, realizing a second later that he can’t see you. “Okay.” You swallow heavily, willing your nerves to settle. “What should I do?”

“I want you to tell me about what you bought. Describe it to me.”

You pass it from hand to hand gently, getting used to the weight of it.

“It’s silicone, so it’s soft. The wand fits in my hand and then there’s the, uh, the head of it. Round at the top.”

“Are there buttons?”

“Yes. One to turn it on and another to change the speed.”

“Let’s start at the beginning, and then we’ll try them all out ok? Daddy needs a thorough review.”

You feel lightheaded and you haven’t even touched yourself yet. It’s another shift in your relationship, and he’s not even in the damn room with you, instead he’s preparing you for the hottest phone call of your life.

Is this even phone sex? He’s hardly said anything dirty, and as far as you know he’s sitting in his office as stoic and put together as always. You’re certain he’s feeling something too by the way his voice has started to shift into something low and husky, but you also don’t think he’s the type to get off in his own office.

You decide you’re overthinking it, shaking yourself out of your brain fog and taking Aaron’s direction. You push the button and you can feel the soft rumble in your hand.

You rest the head over your underwear, just to get you started, ease you into it, and you hum softly.

“It’s nice. Not too strong, not too gentle.”

“How are you using it?”

“I started over my underwear. I’m sensitive, and I like to make it last.”

You hear Aaron let out a stuttered breath, like he’s trying not to groan.

“You need to get yourself wet?”

“Don’t need to, I already am,” you admit.

This time he does groan, and he doesn't try to hide it.

“Did I do that to you, baby? Get you wet just by talking to you?”

You nod curtly, moving the wand up and down over yourself over the cloth, pressing down a little more.

“Yeah you did. Aaron, can I try the next speed now?”

“Of course.”

You click the button, and it’s a nice upgrade, an extra jolt of speed that has you wiggling your hips.

“It’s faster, but st-still pretty gentle.”

“Can you take your underwear off now?”

You don’t bother responding, using your free hand to pull the panties down and off, throwing them to the side.

The vibrations feel even better against your bare skin, and you audibly moan this time, rubbing the head against your clit.

“God, that sounds so good. Gonna have me hard in my office sweetheart.”

The idea of Aaron, impeccably dressed in his pressed suit in his nice office chair, hard in his pants only serves to turn you on more. You’re so wet you can feel it on the sheets, and when you press the vibrator against your opening you sigh in satisfaction.

“I usually-“ You suck in a breath, moving your hand a bit faster. “I usually use my fingers. Or another toy.”

“Like what?” When you don’t answer right away, Aaron chuckles, and the sound makes heat coil in your belly. “Don’t be shy now. Tell me.”

All the things you’ve done so far tonight and this is what makes you blush down to your toes. “It’s nothing special. Just a regular dildo. Don’t want to use it tonight though.”

“Why not?”

Because deep down you know it won’t compare to what you could be having.

“It-it takes some time. And I don’t feel like wasting any.” You click the speed button again, and it's much stronger this time. There’s only 4 settings, so you’re not surprised that this one really ups the ante.

“Fuck that’s-that’s good.”

“How’s this setting? Better?”

“Faster, more intense.” You rock the soft head against your clit more steadily now, rolling your wrist in time with your hips. There’s wetness on your fingers, and you do your best to keep a good grip on the toy as you start to get lost in the feeling.

You had originally wanted this to last, but with Aaron talking you through this you’ve found yourself closer to the edge far quicker than you expected.

And really, who could blame you? It’s not every day the man you’ve been pining for since the day you met him finally seems to be reciprocating those feelings outright, and he happens to be doing so by guiding you through getting yourself off, all in the name of product quality control.

Aaron keeps talking in your ear, hushed tones that feel intimate, even with him so far away.

“I’m so happy I get to help you feel good sweetheart, so happy I get to hear the sounds you make, you sound so sweet baby.”

“Jesus- Aaron I need to cum, please.”

“Soon baby, soon. One more speed, we need to test it all, remember?”

You click the button over to the final setting, and the vibrator practically jumps in your hand. It’s exactly how you like it when you’re this worked up; fast and strong, and you make quick circles around your clit, back arching against the bed.

“God yes, yes that’s it, s’good.”

“Go ahead, let it happen. Let Daddy hear it.”

And you do. You throw your head back and whine and let the pleasure take over as your chest heaves and you see stars.

Overstimulation comes quickly, and you turn off the vibrator, leaving it stranded in between your spread legs. It takes a moment or two to come back down to earth, but when you do, you can’t help but let out a giggle.

“So um, was that a good customer review?”

“I’d say 5 stars.”

You laugh at that, full bodied and loud, and Aaron does too. You hear some shuffling on his end, followed by a grunt.

“Sorry. Needed to do some….adjusting.”

“What, no ‘afternoon delight’ for you?”

“More like an ‘evening delight’ at this point.” You smile and roll your eyes. “But no not for me. I’ll save that for when I’m somewhere a little more…private.”

You bite your lip at the thought of him at home, taking care of himself with you on his mind.

“Maybe I can give you a call? When you’re somewhere more private.”

There’s a moment of silence, as if Aaron’s surprised by your offering, but there’s a hint of a smile in his voice when he responds.

“I think I’d like that.”

You two start exchanging sweet goodbyes so Aaron can return to work, but before you disconnect he stops you.

“Oh sweetheart-“

“Yes?”

“Next time you want to buy anymore….toys. Please, don’t hesitate.”

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The head boy and the troublemaker: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader Hogwart AU.

Requested : Yes, by my fav @somest1, I really hope you'll like it dear. Had a lot of fun writing that one.

Summary: What happens when two best friend got separated at the sorting ceremony? And when that situation makes one of them turn into school troublemaker? And what if said troublemaker crossed paths with the head boy, who's main objective is to stick with the rules?

***

From the moment she stepped through the Hogwarts gate, her life has turned into a cruel joke.

Starting from the sorting ceremony of course.

“You should really relax, sunshine. It’s just a formality. We both know we are ending in Gryffindor together, right?” her best friend since toddler, Derek Morgan grinned reassuringly

“Right….” She muttered, not being so sure about it. Not anymore. Even though they have been talking about how much fun they were going to have while at school and how much havoc they were going to cause, y/n courage were slowly dissipating.

“Come on, smile a bit! Remember the plan, we are going to be another Weasley twins! Live up to the legend.”

“That is surely an ambitious project you have there, lovelies.” A blonde girl, standing behind two friends chuckled “Oh, hi! I’m Penelope, but you can just call me Pen.”

“Derek Morgan.”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“You know, Weasley twins are not the only legend in Hogwart” Pen continued “How about we make another golden trio? With a bit of gender swap?”

“Do you wish to be modern Potter or Weasley?” Y/N laughed lightly, but before the other girl could respond, one of the professors came forward and started calling names.

“See you on the other side of the hall” Penelope hugged the other girl “Possibly at the Hufflelpuff table”

“Yeah, no chance you’re stealing my best friend from me!” Derek retorted with a chuckle. Oh, those two already found some common ground.

Derek ended up in Gryffindor, obviously and Penelope got her wish come true when the sorting hat called the preferred house name after barely touching her head.

But for Y/N it did not go according to the plan.

“Slytherin!” the tiara called

Wait, what?! Slytherin?!

***

“But professor!” the sorting ceremony has been barely over, but it didn’t stop Morgan from approaching the teacher’s table and causing drama “there’s gotta be a mistake! I mean look at her” he pointed at his confused and embarrassed friend “does my sweet girl look like a Slytherin to you?!”

“She doesn’t” Penelope chimed in.

“Mr Morgan! Miss Garcia! The sorting hat is never wrong and you have quite the audacity to even think differently let alone say it out loud “ Professor Krone (defense against the dark arts, ironically assigned as head of Gryffindor) spoke firmly. “Now. All of you will return to your tables and stop disrupting peace. Do I make myself clear?”

“No…..” Derek started but went quiet the second the professor reached for the wand “All right, shit, fine! But this is just wrong ! She’s not a slytherin!”

“Derek?” Y/N spoke before joining her house table “you’re not gonna leave me alone, are you?”

“Sure, not, sunshine.”

While Derek was hugging his friends both of them missed the watchful gaze of a specific third year focused on both on them.

***

Easier said than done. The “not leaving” part.

It was no secret, than even though the distinction between houses wasn’t as rigid as in the past, Gryffindor and Slytherin were still enemies. And can you imagine what could happen to first-year Slyth hanging out with a Gryff?

Y/N was quickly called a traitor. Too bad for her.

Now, you may think this worked both ways, for Morgan the same as for Y/N.

Yeah, right.

No.

Derek Morgan quickly became the Gryffindor favorite. No surprise with his boyish charm and wit and look. Pretty much everyone loved him and were ready to forgive him everything. And he was also exceptionally good at making friends. In both his house (especially since he found out some common interest with Gryffindor intellectual star, Aaron Hotchner aka Hotch) and some other (since he was still hanging out with Penelope). For some time he was trying his best to meet and hang out with Y/N as well, but as soon as the teasing started (somewhere in the middle of the first year) she practically begged him to cut down on it. Since then they were sneaking out to spend some time together. And it was from ideal.

And only then it showed up, that separated from her friend Y/N was the one to become a rebel, a troublemaker and the fright of the school, especially younger students.

But she knew he limits and always stopped before doing something so stupid it will result in her getting expelled.

***

Somewhere in the middle of third year, she had a first run-in with Hotch, who, being on his fifth became a head boy. Thinking he had some special privileges coming with it.

As usual, she was sneaking out at night to meet with Derek, that part did not change, but soon the third person were to come in the picture.

“Y/N!” Morgan was far from happy to see her, the frown on his face speaking for itself. “What the hell are you thinking?”

“I’m sorry, what’s with the attitude?” she stopped halfway from hugging him, instead crossing her arms over her chest

“How long are you going to get yourself in trouble? It’s been like that for way to long, but this year? I don’t even recognize you anymore! You’re like a…. like a Malfoy!”

“What did you just say to me!?” she took a step forward, punching his chest, her anger surging, the other hand instinctively reaching for her wand and only hurtful gaze of her friend made her stop “Oh my…..” she panted “Derek, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I never meant to….

“I know.”

“You have no idea how hard it is to be hated by pretty much everyone in school and ….”

“I know.”

‘I just had to toughen up.”

“I know.” he assured grabbing her hands and rubbing them gently “but not like this, Y/n. Come on, it’s not you.”

“Do you two realize you should be lying in your own beds and not sneak around after curfew?” unmistakable, deep male voice came from behind and both Y/N and Morgan turned around.

“Hm, how wonderful. Y/n. Did you get a chance to meet our star head boy, Hotch?”

“I don’t really think so.” she muttered, taking her defensive stance again.

“I bet he can let us go easy, after all we are friends. Right, Hotch?”

“You can go, Morgan. I’ll talk to you later, but she stays.”

“I’m sorry, what? what makes you think you can order me around?” Y/N scoffed “you are not even head boy of my house. I don’t have to listen to you.”

“try to be rational about it.”

“Oh, I am more rational than you. cause from my point of view you are out of bed after curfew as well, Hotch.”

“I have a pass”

“You’re lying.” She spat and looked straight into his eyes.

Damn, he was good. His poker face and blunt eyes were showing no emotions at all. He was definitely trying to play with her mind. But she was capable of that too.

“Honestly I have no idea, what you are even doing in Gryffindor. You have no courage in you. Smart, sure, intelligence, maybe, but courage? I don’t think so.”

“Y/n….” Derek just stood nearby watching his two friends banter. Eyes jumping from Y/N to Hotch and back the other way.

“What?” she spat again turning around “don’t tell me you are taking his side now!”

“Will you just calm down? I can make it easy for you or we can go the hard way. What’s your choice?” Hotch said with cold expression.

“Fuck you both!’ she cried this time really putting out her wand “If I’m going down at least I’m gonna do it in style!” and muttering some words under her breath she used the spell that covered the corridor in vines and the other that caused a little explosion.

She ended up in detention, obviously.

But her attitude definitely got Hotch’s attention.

***

The rest of the year were pretty much similar for all three of them. Y/N was causing trouble, Derek got into quidditch team and Hotch, well, he was pretty much studying for OWLs. Spending hell lot of time in the library.

Surprisingly, one time, while being there he run into Y/N, who was just casually reading a book, looking surprisingly peaceful and almost gentle. So different from the pose she was taking on a daily basis. And Hotch was slightly taken aback by the way she was focused on the book, flipping through pages and smiling lightly at some of the funnier part. For the first time he noticed how pretty she was. And then, almost sensing his presence she raised her eyes and laid them on his face. It was almost as she was staring right into his soul. The bright, sincere gaze, showing her true nature apart from the rebel attire.

Damn, he was stuck. For a second.

After that, he noticed that her eyes were slightly wet, her right hand was trembling and she was slightly slouching. All of that being an indication of getting hurt.

“What are you staring at?” with a blink of an eye her calmness was gone.

“You took my studying place.”

“I’m sorry? Your studying place?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m not going to leave…..”

“We can share.” He retorted calmly

“What? You want to share your place with me?” she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head in confusion. What kind of game was he playing with her now?

“You seem comfortable here and I can handle it, if you keep quiet. I got OWLs to prepare too.”

“I know. Are those…. Are those really as hard as people say? I tried to learn some spells…. Only to mess around of course, but…. didn’t manage to.“

“what are you even doing here?” Hotch came closer to the table and put all his stuff down, extremely curious what her answer would be

“It’s…. quiet.” She sighed, choosing to be open. “It’s nice to have some time for yourself to think about ... things… And to be alone….”

“Without faking?” he asked

“Faking?! What the hell are you….?”

“I can tell you are not as tough and rough as you pretend to be.”

“You don’t know me!”

“Morgan talks a lot about you. Seems like I do.”

“Fuck, Hotch! You know what, let me give you an advice. First of all, you should blink from time to time, cause your lack of expression freaks people out. And secondly, stay away from me.”

Before the librarian kicked her out for disturbing the peace she rushed out the door leaving Hotch and his books behind. He was almost smiling.

***

Oh, he wanted to stay away from her, but she made it exceptionally hard by still disobeying the rules. And once Hotch got promoted to the main head boy of the school he was coming around her more often than not. Sometimes grassing her up, sometimes not.

But there was no denying that throughout the whole year of tormenting each other, they formed some sort of connection. And even though they tried to keep it on the down low, Morgan noticed glances thrown at each other at the Great Hall, staring while passing each other on the corridor and the fact that Y/N became a bit less troublesome.

And one day he decided to confront her about it. While most of the students used the nice, warm day to hang out by the village green, Y/N took a stroll in the Forbidden Forest. Why not, right? It’s not like it was forbidden for the right reasons.

“Y/N! Wait!” he yelled seeing his friend disappear behind the trees

“What now?” she rolled her eyes in fake annoyance.

“Come on, stop with the pose. I know you missed me.” He grinned, his charm only growing stronger during the years “who wouldn’t?”

“I hate you.” she laughed and it was a sound he hasn’t heard for a while “but I’ll let you join me since you seem to want my company so desperately.”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah? What is it?” she took off, walking the forest, watching her every step carefully.

“Are you in love with Hotch?” Morgan blurt and the only response he got was a scream. Apparently Y/N was so surprised by his question that she slipped and hurt her leg

“Dammit Morgan!”

“I’m sorry! Can you stand up?” he slightly panicked

“What do you think you idiot?! I’m bleeding! Because of you and your … your …. stupid ideas!”

“Stop yelling! Someone will catch us here!”

“Oh, you are so going down with me, Morgan. It’s all your fault.”

“What is going on here?”

“Great” Morgan threw his hands in the air in exasperation “exactly what we needed. The gamekeeper finding us in the Forbidden Forest. If I get expelled because of you Y/N…..”

***

They did not.

Morgan was put in detention, for the first time in his life and Y/N ended up in hospital wing, bedridden with a twisted ankle. Once again, being the talk of the school.

And maybe those rumors were something that made Hotch visit her.

“Y/n. Heard what happened.” He walked through the door and sat on the edge of her bed.

“Yeah, the whole school did.” She muttered, switching sides so she wouldn’t have to face him. Morgan was right, she might have fallen for him and she did not like it. Unreciprocated feelings were probably the worst. “You saw it with your own eyes, you can go now.”

“ I’m not leaving.”

“Why not?” she mumbled closing her eyes, her back still to him. Honestly, she was worried that this would be the first time his face would actually show feelings. Pity, reproach, hatred “you are not supposed to be here.”

“Where else would I be?”

“I don’t know. Anywhere? Just not… not with me…..”

“Y/N.” he spoke calmly “turn around and look at me.” Shit, it was impossible not to obey him when he was using that deep voice.

“What?!” she spat, single tear falling from her eye.

“I …. Care. About you.”

“Why? Why would you care? I’m the troublemaker! You are a head boy. It’s not…. It’s not right! I don’t know how and why I am still at Hogwart, I should have been expelled at first year. And you… you are going to work for the ministry one day and….”

“do you have any idea how many times Morgan and me got you out of trouble?”

“What….?” her voice broke a little “Why?”

“Maybe cause we…cause I… see more to you. I know what you have been through at Slytherin just because you got friends in other houses.” Hotch grabbed her hand and rubbed it gently, testing the waters for both her and himself. He was not used to feeling so many things for one person.

“I don’t need you to protect me!”

“I know.” he smirked. Aaron Hotchner smirked. “But I want to. And I want you to let me.”

“Let you what?” due to some crazy instinct she moved slightly towards him

“Let me care about you. Let me …. Love you.”

“No.” she shook her head “Please don’t say it, Hotch. Please don’t say it.”

“I feel in love with you.” he finally confessed. What he didn’t expect was that she would break into tears immediately, babbling absolutely incoherently.

“No….” she almost choked on her own words “No, you can’t. I can’t….. This is not right.” Her whole body was no shaking and it was a heartbreaking view.

“Then tell me to go away and stay away from you.” his eyes fixed on her face and it was impossible to keep an eye contact with him “just like you did in the library. Tell me you don’t feel the same way and I’ll leave you alone and won’t bother you anymore.”

“I can’t” she shook her head and sobbed even more “I can’t, cause I fell for you too…..”

Before she could break completely, two strong arms wrapped around her, hugging her tightly.

“Hotch….” She sobbed into his chest

“It’s all right.” He cooed, rubbing her back “you’re not alone. You never were. I’m with you. You don’t have to pretend anymore.”

“I don’t…. I don’t know if I can go back to who I was….. I….” she hiccupped and he hugged her tighter in an attempt to reassure her “I don’t know if the girl you see in me is still there.”

“She is. And we are getting her out, all right?” he whispered “I’ll take care of you. Just like I did for the past three years. Just not from the shadows.”

“Don’t let go of me….” She begged snuggling into him.

“Never.” he promised

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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Heyo lovely human!

I just read one of your Hotch blurbs, and if you don’t mind and didn’t already write a similar piece, could you write a Hotch x reader piece where Hotch and BAU!reader are married, but the team doesn’t know? They always pretend like they don’t like each other, but then something happens (idk what exactly), and Aaron gets all soft and worried for his wife, and the team learns about their marriage? Only if you’re up to it, of course!

Have a wonderful day/night in whatever time zone you are! ❤️

A/N: Hi lovely 💓 yes of course i can! hope you are having a wonderful week yourself <333

Requests for blurbs are currently open here.

Your engagement ring and wedding band sit on a chain under your top, the cool metal rings pressed against your chest - always on my heart, you had told him - and you resist the urge to pull them out, to clutch them in your fingers and calm your nerves.

“Ok, so we’ll have eyes on you up until you reach the back room of the club, after which we’ll only have audio.” Penelope throws you a worried glance, and you offer her the most reassuring smile you can muster. It wasn’t ideal, having an agent go undercover without visual, but it had to be done.

“You won’t have a gun, but we’ll be right outside, so if you need us, press down on this.” JJ slides a lipstick with a disguised button on the top over to you. You nod, slipping it into the pocket of your jeans.

“Immediately.” Aaron’s stern voice cuts through, and you nod, throwing a quick glance his way. You note he is keeping his expression as measured as possible, but the vein throbbing in his forehead tells you all you need to know.

“Immediately.” You echo briskly.

“Arms up.” The suited man in front of you orders and you raise your hands, as he sweeps a metal detecting wand across your body. It beeps at your pocket and he looks expectantly at you.

“Lipstick.” You explain, pulling the case from your pocket. He nods, and you sigh internally with relief as he waves you through to the back room of the club, an underground poker club, which was run by the unsub you and the team had been trying to locate for months. He was a master of disguise, a dangerous man, one of the trickiest you had encountered so far.

Your eyes adjust to the florescent lights and you mutter softly, but loud enough for the mic to pick up.

“I’m in.”

“Ok, do yo -” Morgan’s voice crackles over the mic, a sharp whine of the device follows and you hear nothing but silence in your ear.

“What happened.”

“We uh, seem to have lost her Sir.”

“Get her back Garcia.” Aaron watches as Penelope bends over her keyboard in the stakeout van, desperately inputting keystrokes in an attempt to get communication with you back online.

“I’m trying Sir, but, but I can’t, they seem to have a signal jammer in place that didn’t come up in our scans.”

“Is her communicator gone as well.” Aaron’s lips are pressed into a firm line, panic rising in his chest as his mind darts to the lipstick JJ had handed over.

“I’m, I’m - afraid so Sir.”

“I’m going in.” Aaron starts unstrapping his vest.

“Hotch you can’t, they recognise you.”

“I don’t care.” He responds simply as he starts to disentangle his earpiece from his ear.

“Aaron.” Dave breaks through, putting a hand on his shoulder, “she’ll be fine.”

“I can’t lose her Dave.” He bites out, as he drops the ear piece on the table with a clatter, moving to unholstered the hidden weapon around his ankle.

“We won’t lose her - ” Emily begins, only to be met with Aaron’s burning gaze.

“She’s my wife, I can’t lose her.” The admission comes out from his lips sudden, with no hesitation and it causes a silence to sink onto the stakeout van.

“Your-”

The question from JJ is cut off by a rapid beeping from Penelope’s laptop.

“The communicator, its working, she’s calling, go.”

“All units move in now.” Morgan calls into his mic, signalling for the hidden swat agents to move.

“Lower your gun.”

“You first.” You call towards the unsub, fingers gripping the gun you had managed to wrangle off one of his men.

“Lower your gun, or my men will shoot.”

“Not before I put a bullet through you first.” You call his bluff, knowing that you would very likely be right.

A commotion of screams bursts through, and you know that your frantic hitting of the button must have gotten through.

“What the fu- ”

You hear the unsub call out, the click of his safety going off, and you level your gun at his shoulder, swiftly pressing down on the trigger.

You watch as the unsub goes down, and Spencer and Morgan swarm in, pinning him down, cuffing his hands together. You turn, immediately to search for him, and find yourself being pulled into his chest.

“Aaron,” confusion washing over you, as your hands feel a lack of a vest on his body, as he grips you tight, “you are hugging me.”

You manage to peer over his shoulder to find Dave, Emily and JJ staring at you both, jaws slack in a mixture of wonderment and shock. You can just about see the questions - how, don’t you hate each other, when, how long.

“I guess cats out of the bag.” You mutter into his chest, breathing him in while letting yourself a moment of reprieve, as you wind your hands around his waist. You could deal with it later.

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clowningaroundmars · 7 days

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prowlerbyte hcs

ok..... yall got me. you did. i ship prowlerbyte now 😅 and i'd like to throw out some Thoughts about them bc damnit if this ship doesn't have some Flavor to it that i'd like to share with you all 🤌

both margo and miles g here are from earth 42 tho bc i think miles g has been thru Enough and he deserves someone in his corner in his own universe, besides his family members

LOTS of words under the cut ↓

♡ weirdgirl nerd x edgyboy nerd 100%… you just KNOW IT. miles is absolutely a geek either for comics or anime and he only opens up to his closest friends to let them see that side of him, no one else. margo brings that side out of him often when they meet up (but miles is still p reserved if anyone else is with them)

♡ margo is a fantastic singer and hums mind-blowing runs as easily as she breathes and miles absolutely loves it. when she's depressed, she sings a lot less so whenever she DOES sing that's how he knows she's in a good mood. he loves having her over bc he gets to pull out uncle aaron's old secondhand record player and place rnb and 90's hiphop vinyls on it, playing soulful music that she hums to as they parallel-play or do homework together

♡ when margo first convinced miles to let her do his hair, he was hella worried that his mom would disapprove and chastise him once she saw but she was surprisingly very supportive of it, although a bit hesitant. eventually she was grateful she didnt have to braid her son's hair as often (being a single parent is exhausting enough lol)

♡ rio42 ofc had the same reaction to margo as rio1610 when she 1st met gwen, but when margo eventually started showing up more and more to hang out with the morales fam (and aaron too lol), she grew on rio. they both keep a close eye on miles and try to keep him going towards the right path

♡ in their universe they both go to visions and even have a class together, and they are both very very academically competitive. rio doesn't need to stay on miles' ass about his grades bc margo is right there taunting him with an A+ on a test every single time

♡ they actually ACTUALLY study together in the library or in miles' room during study sessions. neither of them can afford to fall off wrt their grades and they both have big dreams they wanna achieve: margo wants to become a hardlight technician and apply for oscorp (much to miles' chagrin), and miles wants to continue his engineering and robotics career so he can provide for his whole family

♡ margo's parents constantly fighting means she is often over at miles' house more than he is at hers. it actually took her an embarrassingly long amount of time to finally invite him over because she never wanted her parents to know he even existed, let alone actually meet him at all. miles was at first kinda offended she didn't want him to meet her parents even after they got together but when he heard them arguing in the background during a call one day, he finally Understood

♡ after he found out about her crappy home life (and also secretly told rio), she was welcome to stay more often at his place. she has a blanket, a few clothes and several diff books and console games lying around in his room

♡ it honestly also took them both a ridiculously long time to finally start dating. everyone around them shipped them but they remained friends for a long time bc miles was just too closed off and scared to let anyone into his private life like that. also i hc they are both on the ace spectrum but don't realize it until later (listen i see purple characters and i HAVE to wave the ace wand on them ok 😭)

♡ margo is sometimes frustrated at miles for being so secretive and hiding his emotions behind walls, as goofy and dorky as he can be. she wishes he would just come out and be more honest about his feelings but understands that after his dad's passing, its harder for him to communicate his emotions

♡ she was the one who asked him out first, actually. he was beating around the bush way too much and so she finally put her foot down and initiated the relationship

♡ in public or with strangers they are: sunshine x sunshine protector. in private or with family n friends they are: "EXCUSE ME! miles asked for no pickles ☝️" esp since margo is the extrovert and he's the introvert.

♡ miles is actually p jealous and protective of margo and she finds that hilarious.

"i don't need any protecting, babe. i am a certified badass," margo says, flipping her box braids.

miles laughs, winding boxing wraps around his hands and standing in front of his giant punching bag. he looks over at his girlfriend sitting on a bean bag, with her adorable kitten t-shirt and fluffy sweater and grins even wider. "yeah… aight, sure thing."

margo scoffs, noticing his line of sight and looking very offended. "i may look cute and unassuming but that's exactly what i want our enemies to think! it gives me an advantage!"

miles hums, nodding. "mhm. advantage to do what, exactly?"

margo throws an empty soda can at him, which miles easily dodges as he laughs harder.

♡ it's funny, bc on the outside they seem like the stereotypical traditional straight relationship with a macho boy and sweetheart girl. but in reality they're both sarcastic snippy geeks who can both throw down in any verbal argument. and miles adores his gf, he's completely whipped for her. lets her paint his nails and everything, and if anyone tries to make fun of him for it, he doubles down and threatens to fight them over it

♡ they are THAT couple that wears lowkey matching outfits every once in a while. they actually enjoy shopping together which was a relief for both of them bc miles LIVES just to go sneaker shopping and margo absolutely loves trying new things on in the dressing room. theyre also both fashionistas in their own ways and love to accessorize. they swap accessories a lot

♡ whenever they hit up a bookstore, they are the first to head right on over to the manga section. right afterwards, they make a beeline over to the science fiction section and compare their purchases together after leaving

♡ miles is absolutely the "idc what my girl wears bc i know how to fight" boyfriend. margo doesn't go out in revealing outfits or anything, but looking a little TOO adorable in a dystopian city can sometimes paint a target on your back and so miles makes sure she's with him at all times if she wants to put her braids up into heart buns or wear a dress outside

♡ any hardware or mechanical problem that margo has, she takes it straight to miles. miles takes any software or coding issues he has to margo. if those software issues have anything to do with his prowler gear, however… he tries to isolate the issue and explain in vague terms what the problem is to avoid telling his gf he's actually the prowler

♡ no, he has not revealed to margo that he is the prowler yet. he's terrified to see her face when she inevitably finds out anyways, just KNOWING it would doom their relationship to a breakup if she ever figured it out. he does everything in his power to keep her from finding out his secret, even if it means disappointing her when he misses out on dates they set together

♡ they are both total champions at whatever multiplayer video game they get hooked onto. their personal faves are mmorpgs and battle royale games, but they are UNBELIEVABLY competitive when it comes to party games and even board games. they absolutely wipe the floor if they get to team up together

♡ tbqh they're the EXACT level of nerdy that they would consider playing video games in their separate homes as a date. "mmorpg and chill babe?" miles texts margo sometimes as a joking way to ask her on an online date. every minute they spend on voicechat as they kick digital ass together counts as quality time for sure

♡ even tho she's kind of embarrassed about it, margo has an absolutely huge plushie and figurine collection. she was worried miles would judge her SUPER HARD for her lowkey (highkey) special interest in anime figures when he 1st came over to her room, but immediately felt relieved when miles practically flew up to a rare figure she got secondhand from a japanese seller online and started ooohing and aaahing about it

♡ he actually tries to put aside whatever he earns prowling around the city for his mom first. then whatever's left over goes right to margo. he likes taking her out shopping and letting her pick out two or three things and seeing her beam like a sunrise before giving him a kiss on the cheek

♡ miles tries to hide his prowling behind the excuse of getting a job with his uncle at the family auto shop. every time he has a job to do or needs to leave suddenly, he blames it on "an emergency/new car job at the garage". margo eventually starts hating the word "garage"

♡ get either of these 2 to start talking abt their special interest, and it will be like Infodump City in there in 2 secs flat. they listen to each other's infodumping with hearts in their eyes, ESPECIALLY miles. margo goes "hey can i just rant to you about my new interest rq" and he goes "yes ma'am 🥰"

♡ everyone thinks margo is the one who cooks and cleans but hell no. miles is a neat freak whose room is the total opposite of margo's and he spends a lot of time alone at home when his mom is working a double shift and his uncle is out trying to secure another job for them. he knows how to cook like a damn chef by the time he's 16 (and also rio42 is not a toxic boymom. she will not raise any lazy needy son, her boy WILL know how to do laundry, cook meals and wash the damn dishes!)

♡ margo on the other hand tries to avoid the kitchen as often as possible and gets panic attacks when having to clean anywhere else but her own room bc of bad memories of having to sweep up broken glass after hearing her parents have violent fights that left the apartment in tatters. she never got to learn how to cook bc they never taught her, either

♡ margo is actually p traumatized from her parents' constant hateful fighting that she tries to squash down or hide behind a confident mask. but sometimes it pops up in ugly ways like when miles accidentally slams a cupboard door too loudly or a sarcastic comment sounds a little too bitter. her knee-jerk reaction is to always distance herself from miles a bit as a coping mechanism, which they had to work through

♡ miles' own grief and loss traumatized him beyond belief too ofc. after his dad's passing, his anxiety grows and he becomes more withdrawn, easily tired, and forgetful. it becomes worse after he becomes the prowler, bc dipping into the NYC underworld every so often gives p much anyone a healthy dose of paranoia. plus it takes some time away from his gf on top of all of that.

♡ if they're ever at parties or get-togethers at all, its always margo initiating conversations and meeting with people, making introductions and chatting happily. she always happens to have a quiet, chill miles-shaped shadow with her the whole time

♡ if margo was going to date miles, he told her one time, she was GOING to learn how to dance bachata and salsa. throw in a lil reggaeton in there as they get older and rio becomes a TINY bit more chill with seeing them on the dancefloor. they actually become much better at dancing together as they practice at family reunions and birthday parties

♡ miles carries around plush keychains and other trinkets that remind him of margo. he's a total sap when it comes to her, even if he tries to hide just how much he loves her sometimes. his phone's lockscreen is something dark or aesthetic like a city skyline or whatever but then when he unlocks it, margo is always his wallpaper

♡ aaron likes margo, he really does. he worries that miles doesn't have enough friends but he's happy that his nephew has a gf that is genuinely good for him. they all have a great time together whenever they do get downtime to chill together, like playing cards or helping aaron clean the garage

♡ that being said, aaron loves to pretend to sabotage their relationship as a running joke and watch miles get all riled up about it. it is hilarious to him, never gets old.

they're giving the garage connected to the autoshop its bimonthly deep clean just ahead of the yearly inspection.

it's a sunday, the only day of the week that the shop is closed for business and miles is on corner duty once they get down to the concrete floor. he's tasked with using the short hard brush attached to a long wooden handle to scrub the dust and grime out of the neglected corners. margo is scrubbing the middle with a much bigger sturdier widebroom, and aaron--being the tallest ofc-- has the duster on an extendable handle, swiping through the metal rafters and high shelves.

aaron grins as he suddenly says, "so yeah, thats why i got miles here on corner duty, usually. y'know being a little guy and all, he can do all that that someone as tall as me can't really do anymore yanno what i'm sayin? he's real good in those small spaces. that's why i'm up here, dustin' these rafters."

he notices miles struggling a bit with a mysterious stain in one corner, repeatedly attacking it before finally crouching down to shove the brush even harder against the floor with his hands.

aaron casually sneaks backwards and catches margo's attention with a smirk and a point of his chin. she swings her gaze around to her slightly frustrated boyfriend crouched down into a corner and starts giggling.

scandalized, miles springs back up with a "hey!!" and a withering glare shot their way. margo bursts out laughing.

♡ miles is the little spoon and margo is the big spoon, fight me abt it. his fave cuddling position is actually when his arms are wrapped around her and her cheek is laid against his head. otherwise, he loves his weighted blanket, and margo loves her warm mattress ♡ when they're home alone and on the couch watching movies, his back is usually to her side as he half-lays on her, using her arm as a pillow

♡ margo is def not a sports kind of girl but she tries for her bf. he and aaron are very much into basketball which she tries to keep up with just to join in on their convos. she always attends miles' boxing matches tho, ofc. she actually likes watching boxing matches in general! aaron gives her some old tapes of his own matches when he was younger and that's how margo gets into televised mma fights and ufc. she's always cheering for miles the loudest in the audience

♡ miles actually uses margo sometimes in his workouts. the proudest day of his life was when he was able to have margo laying on his back as he did pushups, and he made it to 10 before tiring himself out. she's the one holding his feet down as he does sit-ups and ab crunches. she tries to join in on his workouts too, and gets p good with the speedbag relatively quickly!

♡ miles-- being the paranoid guy he is-- happens to be the one to teach margo all of the effective self-defense moves. she thinks he's always exaggerating the danger out on the streets but she can't lie sometimes; whenever she's out past sunset with her keys in between her knuckles, she's just a TINY bit glad that miles taught her how to escape a rear chokehold

♡ margo is the soc media girl who is embarassingly online and posts about anything and everything of her life. new website coded? met a stray cat on her way over to miles'? bought a new manga? invented a cool gadget? they always show up in her followers soc media feed. she tries to get miles to pose for pics with her but he's mostly content to just be the guy behind the camera tbh. his own soc media account is pretty boring and bare since he rarely ever posts. he's got other things on his mind, errands to run

♡ the one and only time margo has ever seen miles cry was right after his dad died. the whole neighborhood got the news and she ran straight over to miles' apartment the minute she could. they climbed into his bed (the only time rio didn't reprimand them for it) and he just sobbed his heart out while they held each other for a real long time. she brought over homework and notes when he stayed home from school to recuperate

#spiderverse #earth 42 prowler #spider byte #earth 42 #prowlerbyte #margo kess #miles g morales #i hope yall can see my vision #now ofc these two havent met at all in the movie yet #but can you imagine like a lil scene where spiderbyte somehow meets up with miles42 #and she goes “miles! i recoded the machine so you can go back home to your CORRECT dimension #if you ever wanna come back to spider society?“#and then shes like “…wait. what happened to your hair? i like it but… wait what're you wearing?”#and then miles42 is looking at her like O_O bc his Girlfriend But Not Girlfriend is just zipping around asking him all these questions #and… is she a HOLOGRAM?#miles1610 steps in and steers miles42 away going “uh thanks but yeah he's me from another dimension ahaha anyWAYS lets go over here bro”#and miles42 just goes “MY GIRLFRIEND IS SPIDERWOMAN IN ANOTHER DIMENSION?!?!”#god that would be amazing #i want them to have even just ONE second of an interaction in btsv mannnnn #they r So Cute what?? like #also yes they are both ace bc they are Purple. the girls that get it get it #im thinkin maybe miles42 is like... sex neutral ace and margo is demisexual. theyre both biromantic bc of course #anyways hope yall enjoyed these ^^✌️

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hi lovely, i’ve been throwing up all morning and i was wondering if you could do something about aaron hotchner comforting the reader while sick w the stomach bug?

sending lots of love ❤️❤️

cw // being sick/throwing up/mentions of vomit

Throwing up in Aaron's car has to be the worst thing you've ever done. And it's worsened by the fact that, with nowhere to puke, he'd shoved his work bag into your lap. Your vomit is currently soaking into his paperwork, the fine leather of the bag surely ruined for good.

"Aaron," You choke, mouth rancid and throat burning, "I'm- I'm sorry!"

"it's alright," He soothes, glancing over at you as he stops at a red light, "Are you okay, honey? I'm not mad."

He knows exactly what you need to hear, of course.

"You should be," You groan, taking the pocket square that he hands you and wiping at your mouth, "I threw up in your- bag!"

At the sound of your gagging he pulls over, blinker clicking as his tires screech slightly against the tarmac of a parking lot. It's taco bell, and your stomach churns at the thought of a bean burrito.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." He murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and ignoring the residue on it, "We're five minutes from home. Can you make it, or should we wait?"

"I don't know!" You wail, and you feel like a petulant toddler, tears streaming down your cheeks from the pain and discomfort swirling inside of you, "I- I feel sick but-" Another gag, and he scoops your hair off of your neck, "But I just wanna be in bed, so- so we should just go.. But-!"

"I think," Aaron croons, scraping his nails up your neck, "We should wait. Just five minutes, and you can lay the seat back so that you're laying down. You can have my jacket for a blanket," He twists himself uncomfortably in his seat to shed it, taking his sick-soaked work bag and tucking it beneath the center console, "And we'll just rest, okay?"

"Okay," You nod, sobs thickening your words and making them fragile like a bubble about to burst, "I'm really- really sorry I threw up in your bag."

"I put my bag in your lap so that you could throw up in it," He lets out a fond chuckle, leaning over to kiss your forehead before taking the bag outside to empty into a trash can, "It's okay, sweetheart. I can get a new bag."

You think he's the bravest man in the world for kissing you right after you'd thrown up. It's not like he jammed his tongue into your mouth, but you know you smell like a toxic waste container, so when he ducks back into the car with a stinky, now empty bag and leans over to do it again, you sniffle.

"Thanks, Aaron." You tuck your face into his jacket, leaving your cheek on display in case he feels like smushing another kiss into the chub there, "'Love you."

"Love you too," He rubs a hand up your thigh, squeezing it soothingly and smoothing out a wrinkle in his coat as it's draped over your shoulders, "I'll tell everyone we're taking the week off. Garcia will probably try to bring soup over, you know."

"Let her," You plead, "Your soup is pathetic."

"Hey!" He chuckles incredulously, "I'm sorry that we can't all be, I dunno, soup wizards."

"You're the worst soup wizard in the world," Your groggy, post-adrenaline rush brain conjures of images of Aaron in long robes in front of a cauldron, the terrible meal boiling over and splashing the hem of his outfit, "You'd get kicked out of soup wizard school."

Aaron doesn't respond, and you don't blame him. You're too dazed to hold a meaningful conversation, so you let yourself drift off to sleep after you're sure he won't protest your proclamations of his culinary deficiencies.

He refrains from laughing at you, sorry to do so while you're sick. The message that he types out to the team's group chat is short and to-the-point like his always are, Y/N's got a stomach bug. We won't be in for a few days. Penelope, get your magic wand out, she wants a soup wizard.

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