#hotch thoughts

[gielinos]

When his eyes do the ✨thing✨

#im down BAD for this man #and i just love it when the light hits his eyes and they just 👁️👁️ #hotch thoughts

[criminalskies]

Aaron being a human furnace? You putting your cold ass feet on his body during the night, sometimes unconsciously in your sleep? Him jumping and startling awake because of the ice packs (your feet) just touching him?? 😭💀

I've said it before I'll say it again, our man 100% runs hot. He's unfortunately also not the deepest sleeper, so whenever he's fast asleep and you're so perfectly snuggled up to him, and just one innocent little ICE COLD foot finds the hot surface of his leg, he'll jump up with a Hissssss and move the blanket at the foot of your bed to lay over your freezing little piggies and warm them because THERE'S NO WAY IT'S GOOD FOR YOU TO BE THAT COLD ALL NIGHT.

of course, sometimes, if he's been teasing you or being a pest all day, you'll intentionally slip your cold feet under the waistband of his sweatpants beccause a) you know it'll be like the freakin firey depths of hell in there and b) you know he'll grumble and whinge and whine about how freezing cold you are but he'll end up moving even closer to you, holding you tighter and insisting he has to do so to keep you extra extra warm <333333

#rome’s wonderful moots! <3 #the charming citrusiove! #rome's got mail! #HOTCH MAIL! #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagines #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner thoughts #hotch imagines #hotch oneshot #hotch thoughts

[boredelle]

thinking about what hotch would say right before the first time you’re intimate together. like how would he tell you he wants you, especially if you’re extremely shy or.. I don’t know.. maybe just reserved. he definitely doesn’t want to scare you off or make you uncomfortable. am I making sense? 🤔

#aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #ssa aaron hotchner #hotch thoughts

[kryptonitejelly]

Perfect | Aaron Hotchner x You Criminal Minds - Aaron Hotchner x You Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x You Genre: Fluff, just fluff. Warnings: None Length: One-shot

A/N: This scene has a permanent dwelling in my head. Also look at Spencer behind, watching on and being all precious.

You both spend months knowing about each other’s existence.

***

The first time you see him is when he seated on the witness stand, calm, cool, collected, but most definitely ripping into the defence who has just announced that “behavioural analysis is just guesswork”. His never raises his voice as he states his observations factually, much to the displeasure and extreme discomfort of the defence whose face grows ashen by the second.

“What do you want me to do? Either show us your blackberry or cut him loose counsellor.” The judge announces.

He peers at the defence, almost innocently, as he waits a beat.

“Nothing further.” The defence, defeated, withdraws as he moves to take his seat.

You smile, clearly amused, as your own blackberry, clutched loosely in your palm buzzes. Glancing at the clock on the wall behind the docket, you move to rise, silently slipping out of the doors you had come in from. You had wandered into the court room beside the one you were due in on a whim, with some time to kill before your next court mention of the day, and, by the looks of the remarkable showing you had witnessed a moment ago, were rewarded.

It didn’t help that the man, agent as you gathered from the type of testimony he had been giving, was remarkably handsome.

***

The first time Aaron Hotchner had seen you was after the first time you had seen him.

You were seated on the side of the state, fingers drumming incessantly on your thigh as you waited for the session to begin. The jury had just turned in their decision 40 minutes ago, and you were waiting for the judge to deliver the verdict.

You needed to win this case. Needed those damn bastards who had been smuggling at risk women and children across the border to pay. You were 90% certain that the jury was with you, because how could they not be given the facts? But the 10% of doubt remained, because in the courtroom, as you had learned fast, things sometimes had a way of taking a different turn.

“All rise.”

You rose to your feet, straightening your skirt as the judge entered. Re-taking your seat, you steeled yourself, hands clasped together in your lap as you watched the judge, your ears trained on his words.

“…guilty. Due to the nature of the offences, the offenders are to remain in remand while the necessary transfers to the designated facilities are processed.” The gavel slams down, meeting dark oak, and your shoulder sag with relief. You lean back in your chair, eyes flickering close as you allow the tension that weighed on you since you had taken the case on wash away as you card a hand through your hair.

“We did it” you feel the hand of your second chair on your shoulder, shaking you in excitement. Yes you did.

Aaron Hotchner had been seated at the back of the courtroom, arms crossed across his chest as he watched the delivery of the verdict. The BAU hadn’t taken a lead on this case, due the the nature of it being trafficking, but he had consulted with the trafficking focused unit that had taken the investigative lead on that case. Cases with children involved held a special place in his heart because of Jack. He had managed to catch your closing submissions earlier this morning, and he had found himself immersed in the steely fire you had in you as you delivered your closing statement. It was obvious to him that you had commanded the attention of the judge, the jury and the public in the courtroom - it was the fire you had in you, the same he recognised in himself, the fire to stand again the bad guys, that made your sway effortless.

Allowing himself a small upturn of his lips as he looked away from the victims and their families, joyous, emotional, vindicated, as they hugged each other, his gaze fell on you, a breath of air catching in his throat as he watched you smile up fondly at the same group of victims and families he had just been watching. He saw the trace of tears prickling at the back of your eyes, fighting so that they would not spill forth, and in that moment he was entranced by the stark change in your demeanour - he didn’t think that someone who had swept the courtroom with such passion, confidence and skill could be so… soft.

He had thought you were breathtaking in that moment.

***

You both remained, strangers in orbit for months after, catching glimpse of each other around the courthouse, knowing the other existed, but oblivious to the fact that you both were on each others radar. You slipped into trials now and then and found yourself watching him on the witness stand for the FBI, and likewise, him watching you in your element as a prosecutor. He learnt your name from these drops ins after 2 months, and you learned his after 3.

***

The day you both finally met was a cold one. It was the last week of November, and the activity in the courts were on the wind-down as the upcoming festive season fast approached. You had been standing at the cashiers counter of the courthouse cafeteria, rummaging through your bag for your wallet to pay for the coffee you had just ordered.

“Just a second, I swear its in here somewhere.” You flashed an apologetic smile at the cashier as you felt around the abyss which was the bottom of your bag, thankful that there was no queue behind you, or so you thought.

You hadn’t heard him approach behind you, as he slid quietly into line behind. He had recognised your instantly from your voice, one he had come to look forward to hearing in the courtrooms. It had taken just a moment for him to pull his card from his wallet, as he stepped beside you.

“Here let me.” Tapping his card on the waiting card machine, he gave you little time to register the act, much less protest it.

“You didn’t have to, let me pay you back.” You continue your digging, as if willing your wallet to connect with your fingers, but you are soon interrupted.

“If you had some time, perhaps we could sit down together.” He smiles boyishly at you, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “I’ll be happy to take that as repayment” his teases slightly and you feel your heart flip flop inside your chest, because no one should have to look that good when they smile.

“Sounds great.”

You both grab your drinks, yours a white coffee and his black, no sugar and settle into a table at the right corner of the cafe. You introduce yourselves to each other, officially. You let slip that you had seen him around before, recalling the trial where he had all but wrecked the defence counsel who had a thing for horse betting. You spent 2 seconds kicking yourself for the slip, fearing he might think you a stalker of sorts, before he chuckled and revealed that he too, had seen you around, managing to recall two cases you had worked on in the past few months. Conversation after just flowed. You learn he used to be a prosecutor in a past life, missed being one at times, but couldn’t imagine doing any other job than the one he had now; that his wife had passed; had a son named Jack; was unit chief of the BAU over at the FBI, and that he was trying to cut back on sugar in his coffees (hence, the coffee - no sugar). He learnt that you had join the DOJ fresh out of law school, been with them ever since, hated the cold and that you were on a mission to find the best pasta in the country.

His phone rings, pulling you both out of conversation, and what felt very much like your own private bubble. His expression is apologetic, as you shake your head lightly while taking a sip out of your now lukewarm coffee, indicating he should get it.

“Hotchner.” A pause. “Got it, on my way.”

You move to stand, clearly gathering that duty calls.

“Case?” You ask as he clicks his phone locked.

“Yeah,” his voice is apologetic, as he stands.

“Well, I’m headed upstairs” you gesture towards the files you held in your hand. “Filings”, you explained, knowing he would get it, given his knowledge of the process. He nods in understanding.

“Thanks for coffee.” You smile as you pick up your coffee cup from the table, body angled in your desired direction.

“Are you free Saturday evening? We could continue your pasta hunt.” His question is considered, each word weighed out carefully, yet it takes you by surprise, but you thank the heavens in that moment because you most certainly, would find yourself disappointed if you had to walk away from the encounter only to settle for catching him on a chance around the courthouse again.

“I am”, you dig into your bag for a namecard, and pen - which you thankfully find more easily than your wallet - and scribble a number on the back of your card. “Thats my personal. Text me, we’ll arrange something.” He receives the card from you, and tucks it into the inner breast pocket of his coat. You both part with a smile, and you almost all but skip towards the stairs. You don’t turn around, but he does. He notices the hop in your step, your hair swishing in an almost bop. It makes him laugh softly.

***

He does text you later that day, close to midnight and it makes you smile and give pause to the document you were looking over. You save his name, settle into your chair as you text him back.

***

The rest of the week passes without much fanfare, and Saturday evening rolls around sooner than you anticipated, and yet not soon enough.

“Hi.” You open the door to find him standing in the hallway of your apartment building in a black shirt, black jacket combination. You had spent most of the week texting in between work, and him responding whenever the case allowed him to. Banter had been easy, as if you had known each other for years, and not just days.

“Hi.” You respond, swooning internally as he smiles at you.

Dinner passes too fast for your liking. The pasta, as you both agree, is average despite reviews having described it as spectacular. You both decide on stopping for a glass of wine after dinner, and it is how you find yourself seated at a dimly lit (for ambience) wine bar, both your knees touching.

Conversation between you both continues to flow, as it has been since you met at the courthouse cafe. You aren’t too sure how it has naturally progressed to this, but his face is just mere inches away from yours. You see his gaze flicker across your lips, before turning back to hold yours, as if asking for permission. You rest your hand on his thigh, granting the permission he is asking, and a heartbeat later his lips meet yours. A large warm hand cups the side of your cheek. Aaron Hotchner’s lips and hands are softer than you had imagined.

***

You meet the next Tuesday for lunch seeing as the FBI Headquarters and the DOJ are just a street apart, you grab dinner on Friday, and brunch on a Sunday - you manage to see Aaron three times that week because it is paperwork week for him. He gets called away on a case the week after and you miss him more than you want to admit. You keep in contact through text, in between work for you and the case for him. You find your heart warming each time you see his name flash across your phone screen.

It takes 5 months before he asks you officially, to be his girlfriend. 5 months of dates, kisses and handholding. It happens naturally, on a Saturday afternoon as you both stroll down the street, both decked in exercise gear. He had managed to drag you out for a run, which you told him you wished you had not relented to halfway through, and you were both walking towards this cute new cafe you had heard about from your assistant, for lunch.

“Rossi”, as you had come to know was best selling author David Rossi, “is having a get together next weekend - just my team from the BAU. He makes a mean pasta, you should come.”

“The famed David Rossi pasta I’ve heard so much about.”

“The very one.” He grins, knowing that you have been absolutely d y i n g to get a taste of the Italian’s cooking.

“What would you be introducing me as.” You tease, your question casual, with no real pressure behind it. “I’m sure your team’s profiling skills will kick into high gear if we walk in together.”

“How about my girlfriend?” The question comes out naturally. He doesn’t miss a single beat, as he continues to stroll. You however, stop in midstep, your jaw slackening, mouth forming a tiny o. He stops, realising you had fallen a step behind him and turns to watch as an array of emotions, mostly of the same genre, flash across your features. Shock, surprise, disbelief. Your features finally settle on happiness as you rush into his arms. Now it is your turn to catch him by surprise, but he catches you with an agility and fast reflexes, doesn’t even stumble once, arms encircling you in the most secure embrace.

“I thought you would never ask.” Your voice is filled with the same joy he feel in his heart, and your lips meet his in a kiss, which he returns.

***

“This pasta, it is divine.” You groan as you finish the first mouthful you had forked in.

You had arrived at Rossi’s house earlier and immediately, you had felt welcomed into the fold. Rossi had taken to you straight off the bat (“Bella, I knew we were destined to meet the day Aaron told me about your great pasta hunt.”). Penelope had squeeze the life out of you in a good way as she rambled on about how she was so excited you were here! You were dating her boss (he deserved happiness) and you were here! Emily had disarmed you with her smile and the ease she had to her, and JJ with her warmth - in a seamless routine, they had both tagged team to ply you with a glass of wine. Morgan had whistled, and told you you were gorgeous (which earned a “Morgan are you harassing my girl” from Aaron). Spencer had greeted you (no handshakes, Aaron had warned you) with compliments about your work, and told you he had been dying to discuss one of the judgements from a case you had led one year ago.

The team, which had been watching you with bated breath, cheered as they raised their glasses, clinking in to a chorus of Salut. Clearly, you had passed the unspoken test.

The clatter of utensils and dinner conversation picked up as everyone moved to feast. Among the bustle, of Spencer rattling of a pasta fact, Morgan and Rossi groaning, Emily complimenting the wine, JJ and Penelope telling Aaron how he picked you well, you felt a hand under the table squeeze your knee gently as Aaron laughed in response, saying “I know” to the two blondes, a twinkle in his eye.

***

“I would like you to meet Jack.” It was a simple statement, something he slid out one morning over coffee in your apartment. While it was simple, you knew the weight behind it, the importance.

“I would love to.” He smiles at you over the coffee cup, his hand reaching out to squeeze yours, his unspoken words hanging in the air. Thank you.

***

You were a ball of nerves, more so than you had been for any case, more nervous than you had ever be in front of any judge or jury. Puffing your cheeks out, you steadied yourself as you turned the corner of the park.

There he is, the little blonde boy you had only seen in photos on Aaron’s phone. Waving as you walk over to the two Hotchner boys, you bend down upon reaching them so you are eye level with Jack.

“Hi.” You extend a greeting to the innocent light brown eyes.

“Hi. Are you Daddy’s friend?”

“I am.” You watch his little head bop up and down in a nod as he thinks for a second or two, leaving you to wonder what is going on inside his brain.

“Want to play swings with me?” He points and you nod.

“Of course.”

He slips his little hand into yours and drags you towards the swing set.

The three of you had spent the afternoon laughing and running around the park. Jack’s energy was boundless, and his laugh infectious. He was an easy kid to love, and you understood, understood why he was Aaron’s world.

It had come to a point where you and Jack were seated on a bench, the little guy rambling on about the best way to construct a tower of lego. Aaron had run off towards a nearby pushcart in search of bottles of water.

“Daddy really likes you.”

“He does?”

“He talks about you all the time at home.” A firm nod from the little Hotchner as he looks up at you. “I like you alot too, you are fun and you have kind eyes.” He wiggles towards you, and snuggles into your side and you melt, arm pulling the little guy close.

“I really like you too Jackers.”

Aaron watches the whole thing unfold from behind the two of you, his two worlds exploding in a bright technicolor.

***

The first time he had told you he loved you was when you were seated at the dining table in his apartment. Your hair in a messy bun, brow furrowed as you typed away at your laptop. He was supposed to be looking over reports that demanded his signature, but had found himself watching you instead. He had dropped his file, his pen, walked behind your chair, tilted your face towards him, lips meeting yours in a burning kiss.

“I love you.” He spoke, in between kisses. He knows he has loved you long before this moment, but he can’t remember when exactly.

“I love you too.” He deepens the kiss at your response, and needless to say, work is abandoned for the night.

***

The way he proposes to you isn’t grand, it isn’t filled with flowers, candles, balloons or a well rehearsed speech. It catches you by surprise.

Jack had fallen asleep and had been put to bed, and you were snuggled in Aaron’s side, both on the sofa in his living room, a show playing in the background.

“Marry me”, he mumbles into hair. Its so quiet, sudden, that you aren’t sure you heard it right.

You sit up, pulling away from his warmth and you look at him, eyes blinking in rapid succession.

“Marry me.” He says simply, repeating himself. You had found yourself staring at him, your eyes locking onto each other.

“Ok.” Your voice is almost a whisper. He responds by pulling a ring box out of the pocket of his jeans, and popping it open to reveal the most gorgeous ring. He has been carrying the box around for the entire day, waiting for the right time. He slips it onto your finger, and pulls you in towards him, as you both fall back onto the sofa in a tangle of limbs. Your lips meet his and his back connects with the soft cushion of the sofa.

It isn’t grand, but it is perfect.

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[masterwords]

Your post about songs making you think of specific characters reminded me! I relistened to the encanto soundtrack and the song Surface Pressure fits Hotch so we'll. Like he needs to shoulder everything for the team like he did for Sean growing up because if he didn't he would feel worthless...

Just rambling sorry

My son was listening to that the other day, and I had never listened to the words before but there was one line that instantly made me think of Hotch too!

Under the surface, I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service

That is so Hotch-coded. And this!

Who am I if I can't carry it all?

Yeah, it's definitely a Hotch song from beginning to end. Hotch with Sean, Hotch with his family, Hotch with the BAU. It's the only way he can measure his own worth.

Excuse me while I sob now. It's crying over Hotch hours here.

#thank you for allowing me to share in this emo ramble! <3 #aaron hotchner #hotch thoughts

[reyiasolo]

Hotch and Rossi's friendship is so underrated. I want to imagine that Rossi took Hotch under his wing when Hotch first joined the BAU and that's why Rossi is able to see "behind the curtain" so often.

We see them hanging out and talking about their feelings more than they hang out with the others and I think that speaks to their history.

Gotta love the BAU parents

#hotch is the bau's dad #rossi is the bau's mom #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch #daddy hotchner #daddy hotch #hotch and rossi #david rossi #rossi #hotch thoughts

[headkiss]

I will talk about our boyfriend hotch all day every day!!!!

lately I’ve just been thinking about how shy he gets whenever you praise him or shower him in compliments and gentle kisses, his pretty eyelashes fluttering closed while his cheeks go red and he looks down at his shoes, his dimples appearing even tho he tries to dim that smile :,)))) it’s a sickness really

OMG!!! YES!!!

especially if it’s in front of other people because he tries so hard to have his walls up when he’s working but if you stop in to have lunch with him, hugging him and telling him how much you missed him, he’d be soooo cute n shy about it!!! dropping his forehead against your shoulder, dodging the teams knowing looks!!! he really is a softie for you and everyone knows it <333

#boyfriend hotch is the best hotch #the sweetest #anna’s asks #hotch thoughts #aaron hotchner

[hoe4hotchner]

Domestic life with Hotch

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #hoe4hotchner answers #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch #hotch thoughts #hotchner #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner asks #x reader #hotch x you #mini moodboard #cm moodboard #hotch moodboard

[whoreslovehotch]

let’s talk hotch in his office while the teams working for a minute

Now we all know morgan will make a joke to emily or reid and it starts a whole laughing fit in the bullpen because cmon it’s morgan, but hotch tho, he leaves his door and blinds open as much as possible because he

A. wants the team to feel like they can always come to him about anything.

but B. he likes hearing the team laugh, he cares about them more then he lets on and he wants to see them happy. he knows what they see and it brings him joy knowing that they can all cheer eachother up even on the worst of days.

he loves knowing that they’re all at least getting a few happy moments out of their days. ofcourse his happiest moments are when he goes home to jack but a pretty close second is hearing the team, seeing the team enjoy each others company.

that’s why i believe whenever he gets a break between a couple of papers he takes a step onto the platform outside his office, or goes to the kitchen to get coffee, or simply talks to the team. makes jokes. fist bumps reid when he needs it. if he can make his chosen family’s bad days just the slightest bit better he knows he’s done one of his most important jobs.

after hailey passed he didn’t keep his door open because while he was never mad at the team, why should he get to be brought joy by other people’s laughter and happiness when hailey would never get to have that again, when he took that and everything else away from her. but after a few years especially after ‘route 66’ he realized that hailey doesn’t want him to shut out things that bring him joy. she wants him to be happy no matter what. so he starts opening his door and blinds again, starts tossing candy at reid when he sees him having a bad day (maybe has a day where his iron levels are really low) he try’s to shutoff certain lights for prentiss when she’s hungover, let’s her turn off the lights and lay on his couch for a bit in his office and he goes out to the bullpen for a bit. gifts garcia new figurines, or framed pictures of her and the team he secretly takes for those occasions. checks in with her, offers support groups, takes off a little bit of the teams workload so they can make it home to whatever makes them happy the way his son does. gives jj advice on what stages her kids are in, tells her all his remedy’s/tips and tricks that he learned with jack. offers old blankets or play pens or jacks old crib when she needs a backup. aaron loves his team and they love him too, he just has a hard time convincing himself that he’s not just their “stubborn hard ass boss”.

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #hotch #hotch thoughts #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #jack hotchner #spencer reid #derek morgan #bau team #hotchisasoftie<3

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Books Aaron Has Read and Enjoyed [a ramble]

Photo credits: Left (mine) Center (@hotch-girl) Right (@lone-nyctophile)

So deep down I think Aaron loves to read. Not all the time, because there isn’t time for it often. But every now and then he’ll pick up a book for one reason or another. Because of this, I’ve compiled a list of six books that I think Aaron has read, why he read it, and what his favorite line of the book was and why. I think this list might prove Aaron is a romantic, even if he doesn’t think so. Enjoy all of that below the cut. Sending my love to you all this Saturday evening - Levi 

The Poisonwood Bible by Barbra Kingsolver 

When and why he read it - Aaron had to take an America Novel class his sophomore year. 

Why he likes it - Aaron really wasn’t a fan of the book at the beginning. It was the longest book on the reading list, and even though he is a fast reader, he found it tedious at the beginning. However as the story progresses and he saw Mr. Price spiral out of control and eventually succumbs to his mania, Hotch feels a connection to the man and his own father. He felt a sick sort of satisfaction as Mr. Price was burned alive due to his madness. This is a book Aaron wouldn’t reread, but he remembers it well. 

His favorite quote from the text - “Don’t try and make life a mathematics problem with yourself in the center and everything coming out equal. When you’re good, bad things can still happen. And if you’re bad, you can still get lucky” (Kingsolver). 

King Lear by William Sheakspeare

When and why he read it - Aaron read this in high school when he was starting to fall in love with Hailey. He joined the theater club and went as far as reading King Lear because Hailey loved it and was writing a paper about it. 

Why he likes it - He likes it because it brings him fond memories of Hailey and their very early relationship. He has reread the play a few times though he has no idea where his original copy is. He went looking through a few boxes in the attic once with no success. 

His favorite quote from the text - “In jest, there is truth” (Shakespeare). 

The Sound and the Fury by Willaim Faulkner 

When and why he read it - This is one that Aaron picked up for himself. He’d been told it was a classic so many times, and he figured he would see what all the fuss was about. He read this over a quiet weekend when the team was having a break. 

Why he likes it - Aaron enjoys the second and fourth sections the most. The stream-of-consciousness style in Quetinen Compson’s section was a nice change from the first. Aaron wouldn’t say it aloud, but it had been a challenging read for him. He shudders at the thought of reading something like Infinite Jest, another book that he had been told that he just must read in his lifetime. 

His favorite quote from the text - “I give you mausoleums of all hope and desire… I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools” (Faulkner). 

The Complete Stories of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle  

When and why he read it - During a few cases in the winter when Aaron felt that he wasn’t his sharpest, he had complained to Rossi about questioning his abilities to profile and lead the team. That Christmas Dave had given him this collection and a note on the inside read: “If you’re doubting yourself, why don’t you read about a real profiler?” The note had been a joke, but one day he decided, ‘What the hell? Let’s see how wrong Doyle got the science.’ 

Why he likes it - Aaron didn’t expect to like the character of Sherlock as much as he had. The Britishisms and Holmes's dry humor made him chuckle. The science was very wrong. 

His favorite quote from the text - “As a rule, the more bizarre a thing is, the less mysterious it proves to be” (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle). 

The Brothers Karimozov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

When and why he read it - This was a gift for his forty-seventh birthday from you (the reader). It’s their favorite book, and they thought he might like the themes of family, atheism, and loss of faith. 

Why he likes it - He found reading this both easier and more challenging than The Poisonwood Bible. He was much older, but the depth of the story and the ideas brought up challenged him to introspect in a way that he hadn’t in a long time. After he finished he felt a bit cathartic and he had to call you to give some thoughts. 

His favorite quote from the text - “I believe like a child that suffering will be healed and made up for, that all the humiliating absurdity of human contradictions will vanish like a pitiful mirage, like the despicable fabrications of the impotent and infinitely small Euclidean mind of man, that in the world's finale, at the moment of eternal harmony, something so precious will come to pass that it will suffice for all hearts, for the comforting of all resentments, for the atonement of all the crimes of humanity, for all the blood that they’ve shed; that it will make it not only possible to forgive but to justified all that has happened” (Dostoyevsky). - Aaron isn’t sure if this is his favorite because he likes it, or because it’s your favorite line. When you tried to explain why, you cried, and he held you close. Aaron’s not sure he believes everything said here. He’s not sure he’s earned a spot for that type of bliss when he goes. But he wants it for you and for Jack and Hailey too. And for him, that’s good enough. 

On Beautry by Zadie Smith 

When and why he read it - This was a gift from Emily after her first month on the team. She was just so grateful that she was with the BAU. It felt like home to her. 

Why he likes it - Aaron likes satire. The biting and witty phrases of Smith make him smile. He may not understand that it's a spoof of Howard’s End, but it doesn’t really matter for his understanding of the text. The last line, his favorite, also reminds him of Hailey and it makes him a bit sad, but not in a heartbreaking kind of way. More that there was hope. Hope for broken people, and he wanted to believe in that. 

His favorite quote from the text - “Though her hands were imprecise blurs, paint heaped on paint and rolled with the brush, the rest of her skin had been expertly rendered in all its variety -- chalky whites, and lively pinks, the underlying blue of her veins and the ever-present human hint of yellow, imitations of what is to come” (Smith)

#criminal minds #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotcher #hotch #hotch drabble #hotch thoughts #criminal minds theory #Hotch likes to read #soft hotch #my thoughts #just thinking of aaron #literature #english literature #hotch reads #comfort character #book recommendations #aaron's reading list #hailey hotchner #emily prentiss #david rossi #hotch x reader

[criminalskies]

If Aaron found out that you listen to crime podcasts/videos, he’s just so surprised. Especially if you also work at the BAU because why keep your mind busy with even more of that stuff outside of work?? But he’s also lowkey jealous and offers to read you cases instead of listening to someone else’s voice 🤭

Oh my god I can so see this. Him wanting to escape his work each day when he finally, FINALLY brings himself to put it down. He'd be so shook that you actually want it to keep surrounding your life.

but oh. my. god. I would give absolutely anything to have him be the voice of those podcasts. I actually think retired!hotch and the one and only penelope garcia should have a true crime podcast together. The juxtaposition of his deep emotionless voice and her happy chirping about the cases, hotch gives you the cold hard gruesome facts and PG covers her ears until its time for her to give you 'the tea' dsslsjfldsjkfskldfj I need this in my life now.

No but seriously having him read me any and everything in his delicious voice would be so calming and soothing even if he was talking about someone's eyes being turned into ping pong balls.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner thoughts #aaron hotchner imagines #hotch thoughts #hotch imagines #hotch headcanons #Rome's wonderful moots! <3 #the charming citrusiove! #rome’s got mail! #HOTCH MAIL!

[boredelle]

Random Hotch thoughts straight from my mind and heart..

The other night I was thinking about Hotch and a plus-size gf or wife. And then I tried to picture myself with him. A lot of this is internalized self-consciousness/insecurities for me, but I couldn’t think of a single thing about me that he would be attracted to. I’m the kind of person that can see beauty in anyone, but never myself. But what would he see in (someone like) me? What would he be attracted to? What would he find sexy about someone plus size? Sometimes I wonder if he would even give someone like me a second glance.

#personal #aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x plus size reader #hotch thoughts

[hotchs-bitch]

I personally like Hotch’s big ass monkey hands because I have big thighs

YOUUUU get it

No matter what you do, don’t think about his massive hand covering your thigh and being able to grip it on both sides🫠🫠🫠🫠

I know what I’m thinking about

#t answers #anon ask #hotch thoughts

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Daydreaming about listening to Elvis with one Aaron Hotchner… Perhaps a lil dancey dance in the kitchen? And he’s softly singing along in your ear? And you just have this dumb lil smile on your face bc god are you hopelessly in love 👉🏽👈🏽

#i am ill #i love this man so much #he just wants to be your teddy bear 🥲 #i simply cannot #aaron hotchner #hotch thoughts

[reyiasolo]

FUCK I forgot how much Hotch comforted Strauss as she died. He was so gentle and he held her to him for her final breaths. He reassured her when she couldn't see. You could see his heart breaking for her as soon as he realized she was dying and there was nothing he could do until the paramedics got there and that they probably wouldn't get there in time.

#call hotch #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch #hotch thoughts #soft hotch #erin strauss #criminal minds thoughts #criminal minds season 8 #the feels #my heart

[dielgonacoffee]

currently giggling over the thought that hotch probably has the same perfume habits as my dad LOL he most likely smells like THAT kind of scent you associate with manly and you can most definitely smell him before you even see him. he does NOT spritz on cologne, he marinates himself in it. that bureau suv that they use probably doesnt even have an air freshener because hotch using it multiple times has his perfume permanently infused with the car interior.

#aaron hotchner #he probably has some fancy ones too #like byredo or bvlgari or sumn #bc judging by his rolex from s7 #he is NOT cheap #hotch is a bougie ass agent #probably even owns gucci suits and neckties #OR OMG maybe he has one of those jo malone scents #he literally looks like he would smell woodsy and musky and idk something really strong #hotch presents himself like the new car smell personified #criminal minds #criminal minds headcanons #hotch thoughts