#gn!reader x aaron hotchner

[greg-montgomery]

for the princess treatment request/headcanons, just something w him cooking your favorite dish from scratch and being soo shy when you try to film him to show your friends What A Good Boyfriend he is

“What are you doing?” Aaron chuckled, watching you walk around him with the camera of your phone pointing at him.

You didn’t reply; it was hard to concentrate on his words when you were trying to film his arms in all their glory.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing his forearms, and his hands were kneading a large piece dough that would soon turn into delicious pasta. You didn’t know what to drool about first.

“Taking a video of you,” you finally replied to his question, taking a step back so the camera could give its attention to his back and shoulders.

“That I can tell. Why?”

“So I can send it to my friends,” you said.

“What?”

“I gotta show my friends how much my boyfriend likes to spoil me. And how sexy he looks doing it.”

“Stop,” he said, and his laugh made his dimples appear. You had no choice but to zoom in on his face.

“Look at his dimples,” you whispered for the video.

“I can hear you,” he murmured back.

“So? It’s not a secret.”

He only shook his head, his pretty smile not leaving his face yet. You could see him blushing, and the butterflies in your stomach multiplied.

But no matter how delicious he looked all shy and embarrassed, you didn’t wanna torture him any further. You sent the video to your friends and put your phone away.

“You send many videos of me to your friends?”

“Only the naughty ones,” you smirked.

Aaron put the dough down and brought his hands to your sides so he could tickle you.

“Aaron! I’m kidding!”

“Come here,” he said, and trapped you between his arms with your back against the kitchen counter. “Is this the thanks I get for cooking your favorite dinner?”

“Nope,” you grinned. “I have other plans about your reward.”

“Such as?” he asked, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Hm…What if I gave you a preview now?” you said, and brought his lips on yours.

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[spacecowboyhotch]

In His Script (requested)

request: hi! you said that your request were open and i am very much going to use this opportunity to spread my fluff hcs propaganda, where hotch likes to write the team encouraging sticky notes anonymously; and one day, reader finds little sticky notes on their (? i don't know what kind of xreaders you write) desk, and for some reason they look suspiciously like they were written in hotch's handwriting 👀.

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

contents: minimal angst, fluff, shy hotch supremacy

an: this came out more as a blurb, i hope that’s okay! as soon as i read it, i wanted to get something on paper. hope this is what you wanted and thanks for the request <3. gif is my lovely @hotch-girl. thank you H for gorgeous hotch content!

word count: 576

blurb masterlist | cm masterlist | request are open

There’s a running investigation going on at the BAU. To be fair, there almost always is, but this has nothing to do with serial killers, arsonists, or psychopaths. There’s someone in the office who leaves notes, sweet and encouraging ones to the entire team.

Except for you. You’re yet to receive one, and if you were being honest it made you feel a little left out. Whoever it was even had the guts to sneak into Hotch’s office to deliver his. Why were you the only one that hadn’t received one?

It goes on for about a month, and finally, when JJ brings it up on the jet on a journey home you express your frustration.

“I just feel like they have to hate my guts if everyone else on the team gets them. Rossi of all people?” You shrug, and JJ pats your shoulder in attempts to comfort you.

Rossi glares at you, “What that hell is that supposed to mean?”

“They’ve got a point,” Morgan agrees, and Rossi looks at him in disbelief.

Reid and Emily join in on the conversation while Hotch stays quiet as always. You could swear you catch a glimmer of apology in his eyes, when you meet his gaze but you’re not sure what he could possibly need to apologize to you about.

A few days after you lament to the team about wanting one of those stupid notes, it appears on your desk. It’s late, there are only a few people left in the office, and it wasn’t there just before you went to the restroom. It narrows down your suspect pool. Once you get close enough to read it, some things make sense and some seem more confusing than before. It reads:

You’re important to this team, never doubt that.

You snatch the note off your desk and make your way up to Hotch’s office in a rush,“It’s you.”

He looks up from the stack of paperwork he’s working on, eyebrows drawn together in confusion, “What?”

You close the door behind you, before walking over to his desk and placing the sticky note on it. His eyes widen in shock and he opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off, “You wrote one to yourself so people wouldn’t suspect you.”

“I didn’t expect them to think it was me in the first place but I wanted to be sure.”

“What took you so long to leave me one? What did I do wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just that I was already telling you those things in person.”

You blink rapidly as you think about his words. He always was encouraging, always had the right thing to say when you felt frustrated or like you hadn’t done your best. He was always able to make you smile and to lift your spirits.

“Who says those things to you?” You can tell by his expression that your question has caught him off guard.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Can I? Tomorrow night at dinner. 7 p.m.?”

A soft, pink flush stains his cheeks, his lips pulling up into a bashful smile, “Sure, that would be nice.”

“Perfect, I’ll text you the details. I’ll leave you to it,” You start towards his door and just before opening it you turn towards him again. “And Hotch?”

“Yes?”

“I’ll keep your secret,” You tease.

His smile widens, his eyes crinkling at the edges, “Thank you.”

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[zvdvdlvr]

i raise u hotch x f!r who was pronounced kia but she comes back?

— Home

— 🧠 synopsis. After being pronounced KIA, reader shows up after a year.

— 🧠 warnings. Foul language

part one

‘‘We regret to inform you-‘’ was the first and only thing Aaron heard before his vision blurred and his hands went slack.

If had happened, his biggest fear: you were never coming home. The only personal effects Aaron received was your wallet and dog tags with your wedding band on it. The flag that the marines handed him was heavy in his arms.

As they left, Aaron dropped his head in his hands and set the things he was handed down carefully on his desk. Before he did anything else, he shut his office blinds and sank into his chair. 

God, he thought, what do I tell Jack? 

— 🧠

It had been about a year since being kidnapped by the cartel your unit was attempting to bring down. One year of sensory deprivation. One year of curling into yourself at night dreaming of waking up with Jack laughing as you swung him around on your arm. One year of thinking about Aaron’s gravely voice whispering a sweet ‘good morning’ right before he kissed your temple. 

“You ready?” One of your longtime mentors/father figures Jethro asked. 

You nod and bit your lip. “Jethro what if he’s moved on from me? What if… he stopped loving me?” You asked, malnourished body shaking from your anxiety. 

The man only scoffed. “Not Aaron Hotchner, y/n. He wears your dog tags, you know. He hasn’t moved on from you, kid.” 

Finally you stepped out of Gibbs’ truck and nodded. You truly hoped Jethro was right. Your fresh uniform was big on your frame- you had lost a lot of weight and muscle after being fed only a meal every two days. 

Stepping into the elevator made you want to cry. The familiar beep of the machine soothed your soul more than you ever thought possible. 

Your stomach did flips as you stepped into the bullpen, hoping and praying that your reunion went well. 

— 🧠

In the year that you’d been gone, Hotch changed. 

He no longer smiled. Ever. The laugh he had with the team alnost every day after meeting you was gone. Aaron had no patience for anything either. 

Emily recalled one month anniversary of your deathdate. Hotch’s eyes were the reddest they had ever been and he genuinely looked like he had just been stabbed in the gut. That day, he had yelled twice at the two cops that had continued to bicker over evidence. And once at Rossi. 

The only reason Rossi didn’t say anything in response to Aaron’s anger was because he knew exactly where Aaron’s mind was: with you and your apparent grave on the other side of the world. 

But she watched your boots hit the ground, hair pulled back into the bun you had taught her all those years ago when you and Hotch first started dating. Emily watched you stand nervously in your spot, eyes scared. 

Emily never remembered seeing you scared. 

Your lip quivered as you made eye contact with her. 

No one else had seen you yet, so Emily sprinted over to you and let you sink into her embrace. 

“Aaron?” You asked, voice hoarse.

Emily nodded, vision blurred. “Go see him, y/n. He’s- none of us… we thought…” Her voice cracked and wavered. 

“I love you, Em,” you said, slipping out of her grasp again. But this time, Emily knew you were alive.

The walk up the stairs made your heart race. 

You brought your hand up to the door and knocked. Below, you could already hear Emily talking to the team. You heard your name, some gasps, and then silence.

“Come in,” Hotch called gruffly from the other side of the door.

You twisted the door handle and pushed. And then you stepped into the room. 

“Can I help you?” Your husband asked without looking up. His head was bent and he slouched, something he always nagged on you to make sure you never did. How far did he fall in one year?

“I wanted to see my husband,” you say, voice shaky. “I heard he was here.”

Aaron shot up from his chair, seat flying backwards. His eyes. Oh, his eyes.

“Y-y/n?” He asked. His hair was a mess; it looked like all he had done lately was worriedly run a hand through it. Your heart ached for the man in front of you.

You stepped forward. “Hi, angel,” you said, taking another step forward. 

“You died, y/n. I- we all… Jack and I-“ Aaron stuttered, tears falling from his cheeks as he watched the love of his life stand in uniform, an arms length away.

“I missed you. So much,” you say, crying now.

Aaron strode over to you and hugged you, letting his body fall slowly to the floor as you cried in his arms. “Oh my love,” Aaron cried, hiding his face into the crooke of your neck. 

You were home.

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[astrophileous]

Hmmmmm for Hotch maybe him lowkey coddling reader when she gets hurt shortly during a case shortly after they start dating? Maybe the team wasn’t aware until they saw him fret this much when he had never done it to this level in the past? 🥹

Thanks for the request babes!! My first Aaron fic ever, so hopefully it's not too bad for a first 🥺 I hope this is to your liking ❤️

Warning(s): gn!reader, established relationship, talks of traffic accident, mentions of injuries, protective hotch, mean words (hotch is just worried abt you ok??)

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

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You heard him before you even laid eyes upon him.

Amidst the beeping machines and the moderate ruckus of the emergency room, Aaron's voice penetrated the air like a sword. The authority dripped like lava from his tone as he badgered Derek for your whereabouts, and before you could shuffle out of the hospital bed that had been your safe haven for the past hour, the cubical curtain surrounding you was suddenly yanked open.

Your movements ceased once you locked eyes with a frowning Aaron Hotchner.

"Hey—"

"Are you insane?"

You looked at him dumbfoundedly.

"Do you have a death wish? Is that it? Or are you just stupid?"

A few feet behind him, you could see Derek and Emily exchanging silent looks between the two of them. Everyone knew that Aaron was notorious for being frigid, and he had a strong impartiality when it came to any of his team members doing something impetuous on the field, but the words seeping out of Aaron's mouth at that moment sounded overtly harsh to those who knew him.

"Hotch—" Derek took a step forward, trying to come to your defense, "—it's not (Y/N)'s fault."

"I'm not talking to you." Aaron's response was cutting and final. It baffled Derek enough for him to trace his step back.

"What's wrong with you?" you asked once the shock dissipated, returning your voice to its rightful owner once more. "Why are you being like this?"

"Me? You're asking me? I should be the one asking you."

Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "We were chasing the UnSub—"

"You went rogue," he cut you off. "Morgan told me everything. There's no point in denying it."

Derek raised his arms in surrender when your stare of betrayal slid his way. "Fine. I'm sorry I grabbed a random civilian's bike and crashed it against the UnSub's car. You don't have to worry about paying anything back, I'll figure something out."

"Is that what you think this is about?" Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. "I could care less about monetary compensations. We can deal with that later. You could've been killed, don't you understand?"

It was his last admission that finally made the pieces in your head click into place. Beneath the anger inside Aaron's words was actually a hidden anxiety ready to break free. He was worried about you, even if he was showing it in the least hospitable way possible.

Your relationship with Aaron was young; green around the edges and blooming every single day like tulips in spring. Nobody else in the world knew about it yet, and the two of you wanted to keep it that way. At least, that was what you agreed upon after having that lengthy discussion following your first official date.

And yet, none of that mattered when your fingers opted to reach out for Aaron's hand. You pretended not to notice the gasp that Emily let out as you urged your boyfriend to look into your eyes.

"I know you're worried, but I'm fine. I'm right here with you, and I'm okay." Aaron's shoulders physically collapsed at your reassurance. Every other noise in the hospital seemed to drown out in the aftermath. "The doctor's gonna clear me in no time, trust me."

"It still doesn't erase the fact that what you did was reckless." Aaron stepped closer towards the bed, overcrowding your senses as his thumb swept over your left eyebrow, just below the wound you had obtained from the crash. "Does it hurt?"

You shook your head no. The injury to your head was relatively minor. Your arm, on the other hand, was sustaining a quite sizable gash from your collision with the car.

Aaron's eyes followed your gaze that had meandered towards the gauze covering your arm. "How many stitches?"

Reluctantly, you answered, "Seven."

You heard his sharp breath before he turned around to face Derek. "Where's the UnSub now?"

Derek jerked his head to the right, where you reckoned the UnSub was being treated for their own injuries from the crash. The words of protest died in your throat as Aaron began to saunter to the other end of the ER with Derek hot on his heels.

With the two men's departure, Emily was the only one who remained.

"So—" she smiled knowingly, leaning against the foot of your bed, "—you and Hotch? When did that happen?"

You slammed your head back on the pillow, muffling your groan with your uninjured arm. "Shut up."

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[spentfromspence]

Spencer: I dont need to sleep yet, Im not tired.

Y/N: But i’ll be so lonely, who will I cuddle with? Pleaseeee come to bed with me?

Spencer: …are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?

Y/N: …Is it working…?

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[moonlightspencie]

Meet-Cute

Description: It's all in the title, isn't it?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!Reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 1k

On a Saturday morning after a night of drinking, the last thing you personally cared for was to be awoken by the loudest noise on earth. Some terrible creaking sound, mixed with thuds that seemed to resound in your apartment every thirty seconds had you practically developing a stress-induced twitch as you laid in bed.

To put it nicely: you were at the end of your rope.

You begrudgingly got out of bed, roughly washed your face, angrily brushed your teeth, and stomped to your door. You may not usually be prone to dramatics, but you felt it necessary for your well-being this time. You opened your door, about to confront your terribly noisy neighbor, when you realized that it was someone moving in.

You wanted to be angry. You really did. But…

“Hello,” said a man who you could only describe as genuinely tall, dark, and handsome. He also looked a little surprised.

You wiped the scowl off your face. “Hi.”

He looked around, as if the answer for you standing in your doorway in pajamas, looking quite annoyed, would appear out of thin air. It didn’t. You realized as much about thirty seconds later as you finally started speaking.

“Sorry. Are you moving in?”

"Oh! Yeah," he breathed out a small laugh. God he was handsome. "I apologize for the noise.”

You shake your head. “No! No, that’s okay. Just… curious.”

He smiled a little and you tried not to melt on the spot. He reached his hand out in greeting.

“I’m Aaron.”

You shook his hand, trying not to stare at him as you gave him your name.

“Nice to meet you,” you said softly.

“You, too. Uh… I’m just gonna…” he trailed off, nodding at the box under his arm.

“Of course!” you nod quickly. “Right. Um… I’ll see you around, Aaron.”

You went back to your apartment, shutting the door behind you with a little grin. So much for staying determined to be grumpy and less than pleasant today.

It was, unfortunately, two weeks later before you saw him again. This time as you were checking your mailbox in the lobby. As you heard someone clear their throat, you muttered a small apology, stepping out of the way as you looked through the letters in your hand.

“Um… hi,” he offered as a greeting that made you jump a little bit. "Sorry, I didn't mean to... Just wanted to say hello."

You looked up at the voice that was irritatingly smooth, finding yourself getting a bit warm in the cheeks when you noticed him giving you almost a shy smile. You turned towards him more to give him your full attention.

"Oh, gosh. Uh, sorry," you chuckled softly, returning his smile. "Guess I'm not very good at being neighborly, am I?"

"You're doing just fine. I'm sure it might be a little... maybe off-putting to have a strange man approach you in the lobby, now that I think of it."

You shook your head. “It’s not that at all. I’m just… not used to people approaching me here at all.”

“Not exactly social?”

“More like nobody else here is. I don’t mind a little company,” you replied, a little more flirty than you were intending. 

Clearly he didn’t mind.

“Good to know,” he nodded once with a growing smirk.

“Uh…” you clammed up a tiny bit. “So… Um, are you, like, new around here?”

“Only to this building. I’ve been in D.C. for too many years to count,” his smirk melted into a softer smile. “Just needed someplace new, I guess. My old apartment… I just needed a change of scenery.”

“Yeah. Yeah, no, I’ve been there,” you nodded softly. “How are you liking it so far?”

“It’s great. My son loves it here.”

Your brows raised a little. “You have a son?”

“I’m shocked you didn’t file a complaint last night with the tantrum he threw,” he chuckled a tiny bit. 

“I was out last night, so no worries here.”

“Oh? With friends, or…?”

You couldn’t help but smile a little more. “Yeah. Just a couple of girlfriends.”

“That sounds fun.”

“Maybe too much fun.”

“You get up to a lot with them?” he asked casually, though not without humor, crossing his arms over his chest.

You smiled. “Only on occasion. I don’t think I could really handle the way they go out practically every single night. I only agree to go out like that with them once a month.”

“Now you’re sounding a little too much like me for someone so young and pretty.”

You find your cheeks warm at that, though you try not to react outwardly. You could tell that he knew just how much he had affected you, though. If you didn’t know any better, you might guess he was a mindreader. 

“I think you make yourself out to be too boring for someone so friendly and handsome.”

He laughed a little at that. Then a comfortable silence falls over the both of you for a moment. Maybe two moments. Eventually, you shift your weight, and look back up at him again. He really is horribly handsome. A guy shouldn’t be able to look like that, and… God, he smelled good, too. You shuffled the mail in your hands a little bit before speaking again.

“Uh… Well, it was nice chatting with you, but unfortunately I do have to go clean my apartment. Family is coming over tomorrow,” you said softly. “I’ll see you around, though, yeah?”

“Yes, that sounds… sounds good. Maybe if you end up wanting some of that company you were talking about, we could get dinner some time?”

You couldn’t help a giddy smile sneaking onto your face. You nodded easily, glancing at his hand as he shut your mailbox for you near your head. 

“I could come knock on your door some time soon and invite you properly, if you’d be alright with that,” he said, that little smirk sneaking back onto his face.

“I’d like that.”

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[mggsv]

Daddy! (Hotchner Ver.)

gn!reader x aaron hotch hotchner (18+)

summary: Jealousy gets the best of Hotch, and he just can’t help himself

warnings: dom!hotch, hard dom!hotch, sub!reader, daddy!hotch, spanking, degrading, blindfolding, choking, crying

“I’m only going to start over and add five more. Is that what you want?” His hand rubbed over the already bruised spot. You panted, legs shaking. You couldn’t see, the blindfold wet with your tears. Yet your sex throbbed. His thumb pressed your hole, his cooing sounding more like sarcasm as it slipped in. “Answer me.”

“No…No Sir-“ You gasp feeling that familiar sting on your ass. “Fifteen..” You whine. Your legs moved uncomfortably around his legs, nothing to balance them on as they dangled. He had you bent over his knees while he spanked you. Twenty! Could you believe it? He’s never went that high before. It all started at work. You went to visit Aaron before you headed off to work, and when Morgan did his usual flirting. You became just as close with the team as Aaron did- so it wasn’t an issue with you, when he did the same to Garcia. You flirted back playfully and even hugged him before leaving. You didn’t see an issue but it made Hotch furious, even after Morgan teased him for it. He didnt show it, but once he showed up to your apartment you knew.

“Fuck-!” you cried out at another smack. “What was that?” He hums, hands going to lift your hips a bit. He balanced you out well, everytime. “Twenty..F-Four.” You squeezed your thighs together, your ass imprinted with the outline of his fingers.

“Have you learned your lesson?” He moves your hair back, grabbing the back of your neck. You take a deep breath, nodding quickly. “Yes sir.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” He raises a brow. Oh that sneaky fuck.. always toying with you. He picks you up while he stands, laying you down on the bed. He flips you over onto your stomach. Your senses were heightened, the blindfold dark. You panted loudly into the soft duvet. You hear the sound of his belt clinking, and it slipping out of the pants sooner later.

“Daddy…?” You whimper. Aaron chuckles. You felt his presence behind you, lifting your hips and spreading your legs. Your sex dripped. His cock rubbing up against your hole. “Is this what you wanted? Purposely slutting around in my face just to be punished?” He groans, entering you slowly, just the tip.. Oh how you moaned…

“Answer me- Come to think of it, I’ve said this more than once today haven’t I?”

“Yes sir..” You shudder, back arching. You moan feeling him slip further into you. You hear the clink of his belt before your arms are pulled back. “Daddy-“

“Shhh..You have an awful lot to say for someone who doesn’t have the upper hand right now.” You felt the belt wrap around your wrists, pulling them together. With a pull, Aaron’s cock slips fully into you. “Fuck!” you gasp, your arms being pulled back, back arching. You felt somewhat scared. You couldn’t see, and now you couldn’t touch anything. But boy did he fill you up so well..

“You think Morgan will fuck you like this?” His hips snap forward, and back- pulling out to the tip. “No sir-“

“You think Morgan can have you on your knees taking his cock like a slut?” he tugs at the belt.

“N-No sir!” your eyes roll, you tried to catch your breath. Your orgasm hitting you hard. He fucks you through it just the way you loved..The way he fucked you hard, slowly. The way he spanked you everytime you took a second longer to answer him- everything felt so good.. At some point he changed positions, with his leg kneeling on the bed as he held your head down into the duvet. How you loved it when he whispered just how much of you belonged to him.

“Who do you belong to?” He leans down to you neck, biting down gently.

“You Daddy.”

“Damn right.”

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[slutforsilverfoxes]

Imagine…

Starting to make dinner in Aaron’s apartment on a Thursday night. He’s just gone for a shower, washing away his last case and the worst parts of the world that he falls privy to day in and day out as Unit Chief of the BAU.

You’re humming along to your oldies but goodies playlist while sipping a glass of white wine that’s too sweet for Aaron’s liking. As the current song fades out and the familiar notes of a Bee Gees tune start, you realize with a smile just how many of these songs you've compiled make you think of your love.

And, speak of the furthest thing from the devil, suddenly he’s there, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind as his body perfectly molds to the dips and curves of your own. He guides you back and forth in a gentle sway, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder as he releases a deep sigh.

You allow your eyes to drift shut and your head to fall back against Aaron so you can bury your nose in the crook of his neck. "Sauce'll burn," you mumble, letting his familiar smell wash over you and sending warm tingles throughout your body.

"Let it," he responds just as softly. "We'll order something. Need to hold you."

You release a sound of contentment that's half-sigh, half-hum, nuzzling even deeper into him as if you can become one person if you try hard enough. In this moment, there's no yesterday or tomorrow. There's no anticipation of the next phone call that will take your love across the country again. There's no darkness, no fear, no evil lurking around the corner. There's just you and the man you love more than anything else in the world.

You dot gentle kisses along the expanse of his skin that you can reach without moving, and he squeezes you tighter in response. "Marry me," Aaron breathes out on a sigh. "I'll make it more romantic later, I promise. Just tell me you'll be mine forever."

"Oh, my baby," you murmur. "I already am."

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AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner @iyv-ray24 @mrs-ssa-hotch @criminalskies @callm3c0nfus3d

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[criminalskies]

Hi Rome! I hope you're well 😊

Would you be able to write something about reader constantly trying to snuggle up with Aaron because they just love how warm and affectionate he is with them? They love that only they get to see this side of him and it makes them feel so so special. And Aaron loves the physical contact and the fact that he's not always the one trying to initiate it. He loves that they want him just as much as he wants them<3.

I think Aaron's love language is definitely physical touch once he's comfortable in a relationship ❤️.

Hi Sweetheart! I am so honoured to write this for you. I love this fic so much now!! Also I can only hope this fills the prompt for you <3

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader. 

Word Count: 4.7k 

Warnings: Aaron is a nervous MESS. This is enough fluff to kill a family of four. Mentions of sad moments in Aaron’s childhood, also, Jack doesn’t exist here. Not well proof-read.

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When the spark lit the fuse.

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Aaron Hotchner had been in love before, he’d had his fair share of dates in high school with one milkshake and two straws, he’s cared for a handful of people enough to watch over them, offer them his jacket when they looked cold. He’s even been married before, he’s loved someone deeply enough to stand up in front of everyone in both of their lives and devote himself to this person, forever. Of course, it turned out their ‘forever’ was cut short. But in any case, Aaron Hotchner swears up and down that he has been in love before, he’s experienced love before, so why does it all feel so different with you? 

Looking back on all his years of dating and courtship and marriage, he sees now that those were all a more distant kind of love. Touchless. A game of push and pull with very little actual contact ever made. He had a partner, a lover, but never someone by his side. They always moved in sync, but never in tandem. That’s what’s been different with y/n, he supposes. 

It wasn’t an overnight change, for Aaron Hotchner to go from a man who would reach out and hold your hand if the setting was appropriate and you seemed to really need his support. He’s always been shy in showing his affections, particularly in front of those he holds close. Maybe that was his father’s influence, always rousing at him to detach himself from his parents. Even going as far as to send him to boarding school because Aaron was too quick to seek his mother’s comfort for a boy his age. ‘For a man’ As he was so-called. He was fourteen. 

In any case, Aaron’s always been all too careful with when and where he shows his affections. He can’t pinpoint exactly when or where you were able to tear down those deep-seated insecurities and shames of his, but you did it. 

It all goes back to before you even asked Aaron out. That’s right, you asked him. Yet another reason his journey with you has been in stark difference to the dyssynchronous relationships he’d previously held so close, he wasn’t the only one putting himself out there. He wasn’t the only one taking steps to be closer to you, each step he took, he found that you had taken a great stride to meet him in the middle. He had never had someone match him each time he tried to deepen his relationships, let alone to have someone else taking the steps first. 

But,  before you asked him out and changed his way of living and loving forever, you were just a bright spark in Aaron’s dark days. You worked the reception desk at Quantico’s FBI field office, you saw the tired, dreary faces of every agent that walked in and out of the building’s doors morning and night. You took your position very seriously, offering each dreary agent a bright smile as you greet them each day. Aaron couldn’t help but notice you, like a moth to a flame, each morning after peeling himself out of his bed, he would run on autopilot, styling his hair, shaving, picking out a tie, packing himself a sandwich he probably won’t touch for lunch. It was all done without so much as a moment’s consideration, until he reached the tall doors at the front of the building. He suddenly becomes all too aware of the fact that he may have coffee breath, and his hair at the crown of his head is sticking out in every direction as he catches his reflection in the glass. He straightens his tie, smooths down the lapels of his collar and tries desperately to remember how exactly one pulls their mouth into a natural looking smile. Dear god, you make him so frazzled he even forgets how to act like a person. 

All of his efforts to prepare for his fourteen foot walk to the elevator doors are never enough to stop your warm “Good Morning, Agent Hotchner!” from drawing all the air he was once capable of holding in his lungs - out of his mouth, jaw hanging slack where it once sat tightly drawn. He manages to draw in enough air for a rather strangled “g’morning.” as he presses the elevator button. 

He raps his fingers against the handle of his briefcase as he eagerly awaits the metalling pang of his exit strategy arriving. He doesn’t hear you swiftly springing out of your seat and bounding around the desk over to him until he swears he can see the haze of your halo appear in the reflection of the steel doors beside him. He turns to look at you, partly in shock and partly because he really can’t help himself from stealing another look at you at every opportunity. 

“Sorry, Agent. You just have, um. Here. Let me get this.” You lay a warm hand on his chest as you take his tie in your other one, using your nail to try to pick off what must be toothpaste off the sleek black fabric. Aaron feels a churning heat rising from his chest up his pulsepoint on his neck and spreading into his cheeks as attention is brought to the burning sensation of your hand against his hammering heart. 

That was the first of a hundred small moments the two of you shared, in which your hands found a home against Aaron's body and his whole world became set in motion. Of course, he knew deep down that the Earth had been turning for billions of years before your soft hands barely caressed his skin and set his nerve endings on fire. Rationally, he knows that, but it’s like he’s experienced so much in his lifetime, it isn’t until your body makes contact with his own that he begins to feel the world around him. 

It wasn’t long before Aaron began yearning for more of your delicate touches. He still denies to this day that he started planting feathers in his hair or roughing up his tie before setting foot into Quantico each morning. Of course he wouldn’t intentionally smudge some of his morning oatmeal on his lapel so that you would lead him by the arm behind your desk to the sink and dab it out of the fabric for him. The highly regarded, frankly, very busy SSA Aaron Hotchner would never spend time in his parked car scrubbing his rough hands over his own eyebrows, trying to get the long hairs to sit scraggly against his stern brow. That’s just preposterous. Ridiculous. As ridiculous as the way time would come grinding to a halt as you’d set your gaze on the scraggly brows in question, moving your eyes down to look into the swirling pools of chocolate and honey gazing back at you. Aaron would feel the flicker of a thousand nerves lighting up over his scalp as you brush down his angry brows with your thumbs, your other fingertips finding a home on his temples for stability. 

When you finally did ask Aaron out, he was so wonderstruck your bottom lip actually darted out in a sort of tearful pout, thinking he was rejecting you or that you had embarrassed yourself and misread all of his lingering stares and increasingly radiant smiles he cast your way each morning. Thinking you had just imagined the regret in his voice each night he said goodbye, you thought he had been sad to leave you. Wanting to say so much more, but his silence now spoke for itself. You’d been wrong. 

Aaron felt so frozen in his own body as his every impulse to tell you yes, YES, he would love to go out with you died in his throat, suffocated by the sheer volume of joy coursing through him. As your hand fell from the cuff of his coat you had clung to, and your eyes dart to the ground, turning your head away from him, Aaron manages to regain a skerrick of control over his own body, reaching out a hand to wrap around your bicep, turning you back to him as his cheeks warm and begin migrating towards his ears, making his beloved crows feet appear beside his glistening eyes. Yet again, he denies that there were tears at the notion of someone asking him out, of you asking him out after all this time, but you know what really happened. 

“Y/N, nothing would make me happier.” Aaron’s dry mouth finally regains the ability to work normally. You seemed to now be the one standing in a daze, his hold on your clothed arm still sending the same trickles of lightning throughout your body that Aaron had felt through his own before, each time you’d held onto him. 

As one date turned into many, and weeks spent together bled into months, Aaron could feel himself changing. Growing. You had come into his life and taken the wool from his eyes, showing him what a love can be like when the two of you want to foster and nurture it, carrying it between the two of you through your lives, even as it changes and evolves. The two of you aren’t carrying separate entities alone, but instead your hands are intertwined around something beautiful burning between you. 

Aaron didn’t notice some of the more underlying changes in himself, he knew he could feel and see rays of sunshine warming him from within, he didn’t realize the sun was only able to find him because you had dismantled the walls he had built, that were casting him into darkness all of these years. 

Aaron, however, was not the only one to notice these changes. After a rather successful third date, the two of you had planned a fourth. Sadly, a life of chasing serial killers and child abductors and otherwise scummy members of society got in the way, and Aaron had to reschedule you more than a few times before you two lovebirds finally got to go on another date. You were so excited when Friday night finally came around and Aaron had not been called on another case. You wanted desperately to run into the elevator the minute the clock struck five and pull Aaron by his coat out of the office and into the night, but sadly your coworker was running late to relieve you and take over the front desk. Luckily, Aaron was just as eager to meet you, and he felt ten squinting, profiling eyes on his back as he shut his office door at 5:02. He dropped his briefcase between his shoes to pull on his scarf and his coat before his long legs carried him, gliding down the stairs to the bullpen with a hint of a smile gracing his relaxed features. 

“Hotch, I must be seeing things. Are you actually leaving this place on time for once? Is your office on fire? Did you accidentally forward your snarky email to Dave to Strauss by mistake?” Emily was the first to retort, leaning back in her seat and not trying at all to hide her amusement. 

“No, everything’s fine, Strauss’ contact address in my emails is unmistakable. I learned that lesson years ago. I have some… plans tonight. Can’t be late.” Hotch offered Emily a smirk, quirking his eyebrow up towards his hairline as he ran a hand over his tie. A new tie, Morgan notes. 

“Oooooooh no way. Ain’t no way my man has a date tonight! Aight, bossman. Take that fancy new tie of yours and show your friend a good time.” Derek offered a toothy grin, reaching his fist up for Hotch to bump as he breezes past, still not slowing to make conversation. 

Hotch accepts Derek’s fistbump, much to the younger agent’s surprise, he expected his comments to get under Aaron’s skin more than anything. Hotch makes it a rule never to encourage prying into his personal life, but maybe he’s content enough with said personal life to allow a little prying these days. 

Hotch reaches the elevators, pressing the button for Ground Floor as he offers his bewildered team a wave. 

“Goodnight, agents. Please let me find this unit still in one piece on Monday. Remember to lock the doors when you leave, no parties, and no loud music after nine.” Hotch stepped into the open doors with a smile gracing his features and his team was left in what can only be described as shock.  

“Okay, tell me I’m not hallucinating. Did Hotch leave this place willingly, of his own accord, on time, with a smile on his face and jokes? He’s got jokes all of a sudden?” Emily was blinking slowly as if to clear her vision, at the others who all appeared equally stunned by their boss’s sudden change of habits. 

“He has been in a better mood lately, last week when Penelope kept referring to the previous case notes as ‘the tea’ Hotch made no efforts to correct her. The last time she tried referring to an unsub’s criminal record as their ‘bio’ he looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel trying to stay calm asking her not to call it that.” Spencer chimes in. 

“Hold your horses, pretty boy. Go stake out the South windows in the briefing room and see if you can see our happy camper heading out the front door, I gotta go get babygirl to see this. She’ll never believe me otherwise.” Derek bounced away in a jog towards the batcave, retrieving the BAU’s most renowned gossip monger to delight in their boss’s new developments. Meanwhile JJ, Emily and Spencer moved quickly to the window in the round table room. 

Derek and Penelope just made it in time, Derek pushing Penelope to take longer steps, her stilettos the only thing preventing her from sprinting to the window. The front doors of Quantico swung open, six floors down, a large arm holding them open as two heads of hair, tightly embraced, floated out of the tall doorway. The hand holding the doors is revealed to be their boss’s, holding onto his briefcase and shouldering a larger sage green bag, presumably belonging to the individual who’s seen leaning their head on Aaron’s free shoulder. His arm tightly snaked around their waist as their own arm disappeared under the shielded warmth of his long coat, wrapping around his back in a sort of walking embrace. Despite the awkward angle the team has of the couple six floors below them, they look to be talking animatedly as they walk, Penelope squeals as Aaron presses his lips to his lover’s temple leaving a warm kiss against their skin. 

“How- How?! How long has this been happening? Quick. Profilers, profile! What do we know? Who is this mysterious fallen angel in our midst? Oh my god. We have to go to my lair tonight! I have to track down these star crossed lovers and see how compatible they are and oh! My god-” Garcia is cut off by her own gasp as she sees you and Aaron stop by the car, where he puts your bag in the backseat before bending down on his knee and taking your ankle in his hand, guiding your foot to his thigh where he ties your hanging shoelace. You’re still talking, your hands gesticulating wildly as you recall the events of your day to Aaron, who has long since finished tying your shoe, and is now just watching you talk, still pinned down by your foot, he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, even from six storeys up, on the opposite side of the carpark, Emily swears she can see a glimmer in her boss’s eyes as he watches his date talking. The lights on the outside of the building behind you, making you look like an angel to him as your ‘halo’ illuminates the signet of the FBI on the face of the building. 

“So this is why he’s been religiously applying chapstick lately. I thought he was just becoming really sensitive to the wind.” JJ offers, Penelope jumping up and down and clapping her hands together in a silent celebration before clutching her necklace in front of her heart.

“He also changed his haircut this month. I have seen that man enter this office on the first Monday of every month with the same high and tight crew cut for like, three years now. This month he kept the top longer, damn we should have seen right through that.” Emily sounds almost disappointed that the team failed to see the lover effect in full force. 

“Hmm, making it easier to grab onto?” Derek asks with a smirk. “My man.” Penelope’s hand comes up to whack the back of Morgan’s head in retort. Spencer stands, looking bewildered by the comment and by the sudden violence. 

“Wait a minute. Do they work in this building? I know that face.” JJ questions.

“Yes! That’s it, they work at the reception desk! They always say good morning even when it’s technically 12:09pm. The worst time, though, they even said good morning to me at 2:35! Must have been having a long day.” Spencer laughs to himself, the rest of the team not finding his exact timekeeping anywhere near as funny as he seems to. 

“Oh boy, I will have to ask them what bossman’s like on a date tomorrow when I come in. This is too good an opportunity to resist. Maybe we can bribe ‘em with a latte from down the street, babygirl we gotta find out how they like their coffee.” Derek wraps an arm around the blonde, trying to appeal to her pro-level social media snooping skills for assistance. 

“He looks happy, guys, like, lovesick puppy level of happy. Maybe we just leave this alone, let them… come to us when they’re ready?” Garcia offers, sounding surprised at her own voice offering to stay out of someone’s business.  

The others all seem to agree with their chirpiest team member that the only way to let Hotch continue being their happy, joking, playful boss is to make sure this person stays in his life, and the best way to do that is by letting them be. Of course, this won’t stop them all from racing towards the South window the next time Hotch leaves work on time, but he can’t exactly punish them for looking, can he?

Things continue in this fashion for a few weeks, and the team marvels each time at the amount of physical affection their boss is comfortably showing in a semi crowded carpark, bustling with agents coming on and off the clock. He’s become less and less shy about letting his arms find home around your waist each time the two of you stroll out of the building. It isn’t until your ninth date was rescheduled for the second time that the team got to see the two of you up close. Aaron’s team was working around the clock to find the source of a classified information leak in a neighboring bureau department. 

You got off work, your smile falling when you saw a text from Aaron that he was probably not making it out of the office at 5, let alone before dawn the next morning. So, you set off to the chinese takeout place a street away to fetch his team some fuel. You got an assortment of mains, sides, chopsticks and cutlery, and a bag so full of drinks you thought the handles would break, sending eight cans of carbonated sugar to explode against the pavement, spraying everywhere. Luckily, you were able to double bag the contents and successfully bring it back to Quantico and up to the sixth floor. 

The elevator doors opened and it was like setting foot inside a life-sized beehive, agents whizzing past you in all directions, manilla folders being passed around and stacked haphazardly on desks where phones rang and rang with no free hands to answer them.

You manage to weave your way through the hustle and bustle and into the bullpen, where you spin around, looking for any familiar face when you spot Aaron and his team in the conference room, blinds half drawn to occlude the whiteboards from sight through the glass. You knock against the door to the conference room with your knee, not having so much as one finger free to knock on the wood. Your heart is racing with the excitement in the room, though, the agents all seem to be radiating a sort of anxious feeling so potent it feels like the air is thick with TV static. The door swings open, revealing a very wrinkled Aaron standing before you. You feel the sharp, anxious twinkle of the static clearing from before your very eyes like fog meeting sunlight as Aaron looks behind you, looking left and right before he smiles at you and pulls you into the conference room, closing the door.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on? Are you alright?” Aaron asks you, placing a hand on each of your shoulders and looking at you to study your face. 

“I’m fine, love! I just thought you guys seem so busy, you could use some dinner.” You raise the bags in each of your hands, seeing Aaron’s frown lines fade and his dimple appear in their absence as he and his whole team smile over at you. Aaron takes the bags from your red hands, surprised to find they’re both so heavy as Morgan clears some space on the roundtable for the food. A wave of ‘thank you’s wash over the room as Dave, Penelope, JJ, Emily, Spencer, Derek and even your Aaron all show you their gratitude at the offering of fresh, hot, food on what was bound to be the longest night they’ve worked in months. Aaron pulled you into his side as the team each introduced themselves to you, shaking your hand excitedly as they all failed miserably to hide the fact that they already knew your name and exactly why you’re here. 

You open all the containers of food, explaining all the options you brought and which ones are meat-free for Penelope and offer each agent a drink with a smile, feeling Aaron’s gentle hand resting on the fall of your shoulder as you hand spencer a knife and fork you got specially for him and Aaron asks you if he can get you a plate ready. The team is starstruck, both at your display of kindness and thoughtfulness for every member of his team, and at how comfortably you seem to fit right against your boss. The two of you are practically joined at the hip, each time Hotch asks you a question his hand finds your knee or your arm or your waist to brush over it and get your attention. After a full minute passes of his hands staying away from your body, you move your wheely chair closer to his, looping your hand under and around his bicep, elbow resting on the armrest of his chair as he engages with a conversation with Reid and Dave regarding how exactly the leak of this information stands to gain anything from it. 

Once Aaron’s scarfed down his plate of food, his free arm lays over the back of your seat, curling around your far shoulder and rubbing there as he checks in with you if any of the information you’re hearing has upset you at all. He offers to find some place to sit alone with you if you’re uncomfortable for another ten minutes or so before he has to go back to the investigation. 

Emily and Penelope are sitting at the opposite side of the table, completely in awe as they watch their boss who’s usually known to move almost like a statue, very calculated and still. If he’s undisturbed long enough he can actually often appear as if he’s not even breathing or blinking when he’s hard at work. But here, he moves so naturally with you. The two of you have a way of reassuring one another without a word that you’re there for the other and you’re okay without so much as making eye contact. 

Garcia audibly gasps when you lean in to place your head on the slant of Hotch’s shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment as most of his team is engaged in a conversation about the possibility of a team of people being responsible for the leak when Hotch looks down at you, a smile of unbridled adoration donning his face and he cranes his neck to kiss you on the crown of your head. In front of everyone. In the middle of a meeting about an emergent situation, her boss found enough joy in his heart to smile widely and kiss you, while you’re nuzzling your own smile further into his neck. She never thought she’d see the day her compartmentalizing, dedicated to a self-destructive degree boss actually found someone that loves him so freely and so openly that he’s actually comfortable enough to do the same. 

“Garcia, is everything alright?” Aaron asks, Penelope is ashamed that her audible surprise has dragged the happy couple out of their special moment as both of your eyes are blinking back at her, concerned. 

“Everything is just swell, sir. Couldn’t be better, actually.” Penelope smiles, beaming with pride and eyes darting between the two of you. 

“For the record, Garcia. I agree.” Hotch offers his own proud smile and a wink as his voice lowered to a whisper, half of the team not registering the interaction as Spencer was rapidly scanning seven files at once with the wave of his hand, looking for the exact time logs from the door to the evidence storage facility on the nights in question. 

From that one fateful evening onwards, you became a staple attendee at any and all BAU family functions. The team had loved you from the moment they met you, for you had changed their stoic, slave-to-his-desk boss forever. You had changed him slowly and so kindly that he had seen it happening all around him and still didn’t care to question it. 

The whole team, even the young doctor Reid noticed the difference between Aaron and his past partners compared to you. How when you entered the room, Aaron’s hands would start to seek you, and you’d find him, letting him hold onto you. You knew his past experiences had made him paranoid of losing those he loves, and you don’t mind one bit proving to him that you’re still there. They all noticed how whenever you or Aaron laugh at something the group said, your eyes find each other to see the other smiling, feeling free. They all grew to love seeing the two of you moving in the same spaces, your bodies never falling out of step or losing their harmony. No matter how stressful Hotch’s work gets, you can always find a way to soothe his stresses away, with a hand kneading at his shoulders or a gentle thumb grazing against his cheekbone, your hold cradling his face. You made Aaron feel okay with looking possessive, or small and delicate, or just looking like a man in love. You showed him it’s okay to need reassurances and that he’ll never have to be the only one offering them again. 

You’ve shown him a love that burns so brightly he doesn’t mind loving you publicly or in private, loudly or whispered in a longing ear. Aaron Hotchner loves you freely, without restraint. He loves you on your quiet mornings just as he loves you from behind a karaoke mic at a crowded bar. His love for you grew too fast and too beautiful for him to contain it anymore. He will tell you he loves you in every language he can. Because from the first time the two of you made contact, like flint on steel, there’s been a spark. He’s glad you were brave enough to reach out and take hold of it, the two of you keeping it safe, because now the heat from that flame keeps you both warm even on the coldest nights.

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[greg-montgomery]

Princess treatment while R is sick pls?? I need to be babied by him so bad

“Soup’s ready!” You heard your boyfriend’s voice from the kitchen, followed by the sound of his steps coming closer and closer to your shared bedroom.

“Honey, you shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble, we could just order something.”

“Something?” he repeated, as if what you had just suggested was hysterical to him. “Baby, you’re sick, what you need to eat is some nutritious and warm soup.”

Watching him place the bowl of soup on your nightstand with such care, made you not want to fight him any further. Sitting back and soaking in all his care and attention sounded like a much better alternative anyway.

Carefully, Aaron took a seat on the edge of your bed and his hand found its way to yours. “You’re still warm,” he said, and then covered your forehead with his palm. Except for a wonderful boyfriend to you, he was also a wonderful dad to Jack. And that meant that his hand was more accurate at telling your temperature than an actual thermometer.

“I know,” you said. “And I feel dizzy.”

“You need to eat. And then sleep again.”

“I’m bored,” you whined, your voice heavier than usual because of your sore throat. “I’ve been in bed for two days now.”

“I know, baby,” he said, cupping your cheek and leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. “We’ll lie down together, okay? Cuddling doesn’t sound so bad now, does it?”

Your pout quickly turned into a smile at Aaron’s suggestion. No, cuddling didn’t sound bad at all.

“Okay.”

“Now,” he said with a serious voice, taking the bowl in his hands, “time to tell me what an amazing cook I am.”

You giggled and opened your mouth, while he brought the spoon to your lips. Of course he wouldn’t let you eat it on your own. He always treated a simple cold like a life threatening situation.

The warm liquid eased the pain on your throat and you hummed in enjoyment. “It’s delicious, baby.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

Soon the bowl was empty and your stomach was full.

Aaron helped you lie down again, and covered you with a blanket up to your chin, before joining you in bed. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close, so your head was resting on his chest.

He started tracing little patterns on your cheek with his thumb and it didn’t take much for you to start yawning.

“You’re gonna get sick too,” you said.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Aaron?”

“Hm?”

“I love you more than I could ever explain.”

“You’re delirious from the fever.”

“Stop,” you laughed and slapped his chest softly.

Aaron’s beautiful laugh hit your ears too, as he pulled you even closer to his body. “And I love you even more, sweetheart,” he said, and sealed his words with a kiss on the top of your head.

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[spacecowboyhotch]

Seeing Him (5+1): and Loving Him

summary: the 6th time’s the charm.

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

warning: pining, light angst, love confessions, kissing

an: to everyone who’s kept up with this shitstorm of a series, thank you. it took me a while to get a handle on how these two would make it to each other but i’m happy to say here it is. i hope that this has been worth the wait, and i love you all! gif credit is @ropoto <3

word count: 2.3k

cm masterlist

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When you return to work, it's like the last few months haven’t happened. When you allowed yourself to think about the conversation you and Hotch had at Blake’s house for the length of the drive home, and then you put it in a box and buried it. You know it can only be successful for so long, not being able to deny your feelings for him any longer is what got you in the first place. To his credit, he does his part in trying to forget— at least you thought he was. Every day that you see him at work that he doesn’t push softens you. It makes you glance at him, talk to him, and want to be with him. It's reverse psychology if you’ve ever seen it, and you don’t even realize that it's happening, a progression so slow it's as if things stay the same.

Hotch doesn’t realize it either, how could he when you speak but a handful of words to him a day. He relishes them, and replays them in his head, along with your facial expressions and mannerisms. The way he loves you is more manageable now, he knows that you love him too even if you won’t give in. He’s been dealt worse hands, and somehow this one feels the least lonely one he’s had in a while. To be cared for in a way he hasn’t been cared for in years feels like a breath of fresh air, even if he doesn’t get to have it the way he wants, he has it. It’s not like he isn’t used to a glass half full anyway— he might as well regard it as full.

There’s a turning point, you tried to avoid it but if there’s anyone who knows how to berate you into doing things you don’t want to do it’s Rossi. He promises good food, wine, and music, plays the old man card and that’s how you end up at the team dinner on a Saturday night.

It’s a night full of fleeting, yearning glances. You steer clear of him, making sure to stick between Derek and Penelope or Spencer and JJ. You even end up playing Spencer’s assistant while he does magic tricks for Henry and Jack. Anything you can do to make sure something doesn’t happen. You’ve learned your lesson; regardless of how much you resist, somehow you always end up facing each other, on the precipice of falling together.

And yet, here you are standing next to him as the rest of the team spills out onto the dance floor in Rossi’s backyard, surrounded by twinkling lights and candles. You can feel the tension building, you almost hear him asking to dance before he can open his mouth.

“Don’t even ask because the answer is no. That would make it glaringly obvious,” You say under your breath.

“Don’t you think it would make it more obvious if we didn’t dance together?”

“Not if you keep looking at me the way you have all night.”

“You started it,” His voice is teasing, and you wonder how he’s so calm given everything that’s unfolded between the two of you in the last few months.

“I-” You look at him in disbelief, crossing your arms against your chest, “I started it?”

“Yes,” He says firmly, keeping his eyes trained on the dance floor.

He’s stubborn, as stubborn as you, and though you won’t say it, you know he’s right. When he walked through the door it felt like the atmosphere had changed, like every nerve in your body was on high alert.

“One dance,” You agree begrudgingly, and when he holds his hand out you take it. He’s smooth, nimble, and whisks you out on the dance floor so easily it makes your head spin. Maybe that’s from the physical contact, the feeling of his skin against yours, the smell of his cologne. Whatever it is, has you a little light-headed and it makes you cling tightly to him.

You’re looking at anything but him, the decorations, the people around you, the star-littered sky. Anything to save you from his intense stare, or any points of contact between you because you want him. You need him. And you're terrified that if you look him in his eyes at this moment you'll give in. It makes sense and doesn't.

Your plan works until he murmurs your name and you have to look up at him. This time, when you look into those serious brown eyes of his you see everything. His sadness, his pain, his intelligence. Strength and honor. His care. All of him, and how well he fits with all of you. But most importantly, you see his happiness. How his eyes are filled with a mirth and enchantment you’ve never seen before.

As soon as the song is over you make a beeline to the bathroom, needing to clear your head. He’s such a paradox to you, so overwhelming, and yet you feel grounded. It’s the peace of it all, the realization of knowing that you’ve found something that you never planned to have and never searched for. As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you realize it’s gone further than that. A time where you have to give in to this looms over your resistance. All your contentment and planning was just to land here. It feels almost like destiny. One you’re completely unprepared for.

There’s a knock at the door and you straighten up and check to make sure you did the lock the door behind you.

“It's just me,” Blake says in her usual calm manner, and while it eases some of your nerves you’re still on edge.

“I’m fine, just had to pee,” You lie easily, leaning your back against the door.

“Oh, so this has nothing to do with the dance?”

“I can’t, I don’t know how to do this, Alex.”

“Do what?”

The thing about Blake is that she wants clarification. Communication, words, and phrases, clear and crystal, she wants it all. If anyone was able to get you to say it, it would be her. There’s no point in beating around the bush with her, especially when it comes to this. You’ve had a talk or two about how she helped Hotch corner you, and when she makes up her mind there’s no changing it. Countless moments have gone by and you still haven’t said it. She waits patiently, you could imagine she’ll wait forever if she needs to. She’s made it clear that she’ll see this through and stick by you.

Your voice is no more than a whisper, “Love him. Be loved by him.”

“Maybe that’s a conversation you should have with him.”

“I think I’d rather have been successful falling off the side of that building.”

She snorts, and makes you laugh, an unexpected lightness coming to the conversation, “You don’t mean that.”

“I don’t.”

“The best advice that I can give you is to just give in. He’ll catch you,” She repeats a version of her words from that day on her porch.

You want to scream that you know he’ll catch you, that that’s the point. He’d stick to you like bees on honey, but what if you’re not sweet enough? There’s always a chance that you’ll fall short of who he thinks you are, and you don’t know what you would do if he ever walked away from you. Keeping him at arms’ length by choice stings less, it’s what you can handle.

You finally open the door, giving her the best smile you can manage before pulling her into a hug. She’s not big on physical affection but you don’t know how else to tell her you appreciate her.

Once the two of you make it back to the dance floor, you say goodbye to everyone, citing that you’re feeling a little queasy from the indulgent food. Everyone believes you, or at least they pretend to, but send Hotch to walk you to your car. Neither of you speaks, and he gives you your space, staying a few feet away.

“Thanks for making sure I made it here,” You murmur as you open the door to your car.

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, glancing down at his feet before he looks at you again, “It’s no problem. I’m sorry about earlier, I know it was…intense.”

“It’s not your fault. We’re a lot, it’s just who we are.”

“Are you going to be alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. I’ll text in the group chat when I’m home,” You give him an encouraging smile.

His tongue runs over his bottom lip before he cracks a smile himself, “Okay.”

He watches as you climb into your car and give him a little wave before pulling away. He nods in response and waits until you turn off the street before going back inside.

Your mind feels like the snowy, fuzzy static that comes from a television with no signal on the entire drive home. As soon as you’re home you shoot out that text and get ready for bed but find yourself tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable. Your discussion with Hotch plays on a loop, over and over. His answer to one question in particular bounces around the barricades of your brain. In response to your question of is he’s ready he answered openly and honestly:

Not in the slightest, but I could be. For you. I could be.

For you. I could be.

What if you could be for him too? If he was so willing to try…couldn't you try too? For him?

In no time, you're dressed again and hopping into your car. It's only been a couple of hours since you were standing in the street together, and now you're knocking softly on his door. You know that he has a hard time sleeping, and Jack is spending the night at JJ’s after a night of joint begging with Henry. When he opens the door he doesn’t say anything, just reaches for you and pulls you in. He leads you to the kitchen and sits on a stool before letting you go, his wary and expectant.

“Are you okay?” He thrums his fingers on his knees, and you know that he's itching to touch you.

“No, but you get it don’t you?” Your voice is full of desperation and the need for him to grasp what you mean.

His expression softens, and he nods, “Yes, baby, I understand.”

You feel yourself crumble, not just because of his understanding but because of his blatant affection in calling you that. When was the last time someone called you that? Years. When was the last time you liked when someone called you that? Years and years.

“I don’t know what to say. There aren’t words…” You begin, but he shakes his head to stop you.

You both know that there are words. You still aren’t sure you’re ready to say them.

“I know.”

You take a tentative step towards him, raising your hand so that your fingertips trail over the back of his hand.

“I’ll catch you,” He murmurs, turning his hand so its palm up, and you know that you’ve never heard a sentence with more truth.

He moves his other hand to your hip, bringing you to stand between his legs. It’s taking restraint, to not just take you in his arms and kiss you until you’re both breathless. But he can tell that you’re dazed by the way you blink rapidly as the space between you becomes smaller and smaller. You swallow loudly as he laces his fingers with yours, his touch tender. He leans in, running his nose along yours, and your breathing hitches, your knees weakening.

He tightens his hold when he feels you sinking, “May I kiss you?”

You have to clear your throat to get the words out, “You can do whatever you want, Aaron.”

He takes it slow, making sure to maintain eye contact as he tilts his head and delicately presses his lips to yours. He lets you process and doesn’t move except to cup your cheek with one of his hands. You gasp against him and his mouth drops open allowing you access. The taste of him kicks your brain into gear, and you kiss him firmly, your hand breaking free from his to smooth up his chest and neck into his hair. You anchor him against you, knotting your fingers into his hair as you greedily kiss him. He rocks forward in surprise but plants his feet firmly to keep you both upright, kissing you back with equal fervor.

Nothing’s ever felt so right. And everything has changed. Kissing him has cleared the fog, and changed the lenses. Everything feels light and clear and put into place. Like puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. It feels like a daydream and you sigh when he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. The rest of your resistance has fallen away, like leaves on a cold autumn day.

As you catch your breath, the words press against your closed lips, begging to be expelled. Finally ready to be said. “I love you,” You breathe.

His eyes pop open, and he leans back a fraction of an inch to get a good look at you, “I know, I love you too.”

While you can’t help but smile at the sentiment, some doubt echos in your voice, “How do we…”

“Hey, relax, it’s alright. I have to admit that I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out. We got this far didn’t we?”

“I guess we did.”

He cups your face with both of his hands, running one of his thumbs across your cheek, “I don’t plan on going anywhere, we’ve got time.”

“Yeah?” You ask, still looking for reassurance.

“Trust me?”

You search his eyes, and like before he looks sure, his eyes shining with confidence and love. There’s only one right answer, “Okay.”

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Hehe saw this on Pinterest and got inspired. A lil spicy so 18+ only, minors DNI. No pronouns used for reader so it’s gender neutral! And also I always imagine reader as plus size so 💅

It’s giving live-in nanny!reader where after almost a year of taking care of Jack and, by extension whenever he comes home; Mr Hotchner, you’ve developed strong feelings for him. But what you don’t know is he’s fallen completely in love with you in return. It all comes flooding in when he returns home from a particularly awful case late at night, but you’re still awake and meet him at the door with a soft smile. And when you see the pure exhaustion and drain on his face you simply pull him inside gently and lock the door, turn back to him and open your arms.

“Come here.”

And Mr Hotchner melts into your plush arms, clinging onto you tightly as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You say nothing else, just hold him close and silently reassure him you’re here for him. The embrace breaks eventually and you tell him to take off his jacket and shoes, loosen his tie a little while you heat up his dinner for him you’d made earlier. It’s so��� domestic and it makes his heart ache and yearn for you overwhelmingly more than ever.

He’s barely shedded his jacket off and toed his shoes at the door before his mind is set and he rushes after you. Hearing his rapidly approaching footsteps, you turn and tilt your head in question but gasp when his large hands cup your face and he gazes into your eyes.

“I…” he’s conflicted. Your hands come to rest over the top of his, thumbs rubbing the back of them. He swallows. “I’m sorry, this isn’t appropriate. I-“

You cut him off with a kiss and his eyes flutter shut as he immediately reciprocates. You’d wanted this for so long, hoped he felt the same was you do for him, to finally feel his touch. He pulls away and you note his pupils are dilated, then he carefully walks you back until you hit a wall and he kisses you again. This one is more intense, hungry and desperate and his hands leave your face, only to grasp your wrists and pin your arms up to the sides of your head whilst his lips travel down your jaw and neck.

“I’m sorry I… I have feelings for you.” He murmurs into your skin and you gasp out and smile. He hums as he sucks on your neck when you utter out about your own feelings for him and you could swear you feel his lips curl into a smile.

“B-but your dinner-!” You gasp out and he huffs, pressing his knee between your legs.

“Fuck dinner, it can wait. I’d rather have you.”

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Your Hotchner blurbs are so fantastic I've read them all twice now! I was wondering if you have any thoughts on hotch collecting his drunk girlfriend from the bar? Xoxo

you’re so sweet, angel!! thanks for the love :)

— The One with all the Alcohal (and Jack)

“Honey?” Aaron asked, holding the phone up to his ear.

He heard high-pitched giggling in the background and knew it had to be something relating to you.

“Tell him I love him!” He heard your voice say, quiet im contrast to the voice that crackled through the phone next.

“You need to come pick y/n up,” your friend said, laughing at something.

“Yeah I’m- I’m on my way. What’s the address?”

“Hi Aaron!” You called. “I miss you, baby. Like, a lot. Almost as much as the… what’s that book you used to read to Jack?”

“I love you to the moon and back,” Aaron answered, opening the door for his son to climb into the vehicle, repeating the address your friend gave him in his head.

You giggled on the other line. “I love you more,” you said.

Aaron shook his head and smiled. “You ready, buddy?” He asked Jack.

Jack nodded. “Can i say hi to y/n?”

Aaron nodded. “Y/n, honey. Jack wants to say hi.” He handed the phone to Jack and climbed into the front seat.

“Hi, y/n/n!” Jack greeted cheerily.

Aaron started up the car and peeled out of the driveway. “Tell her we’re on the way.”

“Daddy says to tell you we’re on the way,” Jack repeated. Aaron heard you talking to Jack and then Jack’s little giggle. “Do you really think he will?”

Aaron looked at his boy through the mirror and couldn’t help but soften at the way he kicked his feet in excitement to talk to you- to go pick you up. The ring in Aaron’s desk had been heavy on his mind as of late. “Tell y/n we’re almost there, kiddo.”

Jack did as he was told and kept up the comversation. “I miss you too! Do you think you and Daddy can make some french toast tomorrow? Actually… can you make it for me? You make it better than Daddy. He burns it.”

Aaron heard you laugh through the phone and heard you say something that sounded like “I’d love to, Jackie-boy.”

Aaron pulled up to the bar your friend had said you were at. “Okay buddy. You keep talkin’ to y/n. I’m gonna lock the doors. I want you to wait until I knock on the door to unlock them, okay?”

Jack nodded. “Daddy’s coming in to get you,” he said as Aaron handed him the car keys.

Aaron kisses Jack’s head before shutting the door and hearing Jack lock the door.

— 🧠

Pushing through the sweaty, lewdly dresses bodies, Aaron was glad he made sure Jack stayed in the car. Luckily, Aaron was tall enough to see over most of the heads of people getting hammered.

Then he heard a laugh. It was most definitely your laugh. He pushed through even more people wondering how many people could possible fit under one roof.

“Y/n,” Aaron sighed in relief to himself. You were sitting at the bar, still talking to Jack; your girlfriends taking down shots by the second. Damn.

“Hey, you,” Aaron greeted, a hand on your shoulder. You turned and faced your boyfriend, not recognizing his voice.

“Aaron!” You squealed lunging from your chair into his arms, phone discarded on the bar.

Your boyfriend smiled. “Hi, honey.” Rubbing your back as you clung to him, fingers fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck. Aaron reached for the phone. “Hey Jack. We’ll be out in a second, buddy. Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah!” The little boy answered, growing antsy.

Aaron hung up the phone and tucked it into his back pocket. “You ready to go, sweetheart?” He asked, turning his attention to you.

“Yeah, A. I-“ you paused and looked up. “Where’s Jack?”

“He’s in the car-“

“Ohmygoodness Aaron. You can’t leave him in there! He might get kidnapped! He’s- Aaron he’s too cute and sweet to get kidnapped. We gotta go make sure he’s safe,” you blubbered, emotional over the fact that Jack’s all alone.

“Okay, honey. Whatever you want,” Aaron said, guiding you through the crowd. Secretly, Aaron felt his heart swell at every interaction you had with Jack; he’d never really seen someone other than Hayley dote on him and love him like their own flesh and blood. Aaron had even asked Jack what he thought Aaron should do. Aaron remembered Jack looking up from his Captain America coloring book and his little voice saying “I won’t be upset if she’s gonna be my new mommy”. That really struck a chord for Aaron.

“Be careful, honey,” Aaron said, wrapping his arm around you waist to ensure you didn’t fall on the sidewalk.

“You know,” you began, liquor destroying any kimd of self control you still had left. “You’re way too good for me. You an’ Jack… both are the best things that’ve ever happened to me.”

Aaron stopped and swept you off your feet, delighting in the giggle you let out and the way you clung to him just a little bit tighter. “If anything… you’re too good for me, y/n. The way you love Jack as your own, make sure I get abreality check when I need one… the way you love us… you’re too good for me, honey.” Aaron said.

But you didn’t hear a single word because you were too busy admiring Aaron’s features, lightly brushing a pointer finger across his features. “Wow,” you breathed.

That made Aaron chuckle. “Hold on, honey. I gotta have Jack unlock the door.”

You didn’t really hear that either, still giving Aaron that star-struck look you do so well.

And then you heard Jack’s happy voice say hi.

Aaron didn’t say anything as he drove home. He had his hand on your thigh to make sure you didn’t move around too much, but was quiet. He listened to you talk with Jack and how involved in the conversation you were, even if he was just a little kid. Your kindness and passion would always knock the wind out of Aaron’s lungs- in a good way.

Just as he had ushered Jack inside the house and gotten you onto your feet, you had yawned and all but melted into Aaron’s side.

“Come here, honey,” Aaron cooed, picking you up bridal style. You relaxed in his arms, even if your pretty dress was growing increasingly uncomfortable by the minute.

“Jack, buddy, I’m gonna help y/n take off her makeup and get her all tucked in before reading your story,” the father explained to his son.

Even though you couldn’t really keep your eyes open, you knew Aaron was doing your skincare routine right because of how observant and thoughtful he is.

And then, when Aaron tucked you into his (!!) bed, he kissed your forehead, believing you to be asleep. “I’ll be right back, honey. I love you,” he whispered, pulling away to watch you curl up and get comfortable in his (!!!!!!) bed.

A sleepy smile painted your face as he padded out of the room: you heard him drop the ‘L bomb’.

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hotch baby blurb about the other members of the bau figuring out they’re dating/nearly dating,, reader as a bau member maybe and like he’s just a bit more protective on cases, always watching her and things, or letting her ride shotgun in the car, or bringing her coffee,, you’re a fantastic writer and i have a burning love for aaron hotchner <3

Thank you, and thank you for requesting lovely!!

It's Aaron's fault that the team find out. It happens on a case. Serial killer, Philadelphia, three days and counting. You don't share a hotel room, you haven't kissed in two days and sixteen hours, and you're honestly going a little crazy. You call shotgun and he drives. Emily and Morgan trade theories in the seat behind. 

"It's clearly psycho sexual," Morgan says. 

"And clearly a white male," Emily adds. 

"The sophistication–" You begin. 

"Clearly older. Late 40's." 

You glares at him playfully, too playfully considering you're in company of your colleagues, but he's getting too big for his boots — he's admitted that he cuts you off because he knows it irks you and that he likes how your brows pinch together when you're mad. He's flirting with you, and he isn't as casual as he thinks he is.

"You're so rude," you lament. You shouldn't, but Emily and Morgan are still talking. 

"Were you saying something?" he asks.

"False apology doesn't suit you, Hotchner–" 

"Mm, and what does?" 

Your lips part in shock. "Hotch." 

He laughs, and it's his fault; he laughs, and Emily and Morgan fall silent. You're about to clear your throat and reinstate the professionalism you're both sorely lacking but Aaron has not gotten the memo, he reaches across the console, his hand drops onto your knee, and he squeezes it like he always does when you're haunting his passenger seat outside of work. 

It's too bad you are not outside of work. 

"Oh, handsome," you murmur, pitying.

Funnily, it's your use of a pet name that snaps him out of it. He stills completely, eyes glued to the road, and slowly, slowly, removes his hand. 

"...Garcia owes me so much money," Morgan says jovially. 

You're so relieved that it isn't you (you'd both thought, undoubtedly, that you'd be the one to give it away, because Aaron is usually an impassive wall of stone) that you can't find it in yourself to be generous. 

"It wasn't me," you gloat, tone light with awe. "I can't believe it wasn't me. What did you say to me? You said–" 

"I know what I said, Agent." There's a slight hint of hoarseness to his chiding. 

"Don't be shy, Hotch," Emily says. "We're all friends here." 

"Some of us a little more than that," Morgan adds. Their amusement is crystal clear. 

Aaron clenches his jaw. You reach right on over and stroke his tensed muscle, because the cat is out of the bag. You worry for a moment, and then his lips quirk up into a reluctant smile. 

"I can't believe it was me," he says. You pat his cheek. 

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