#hqtchner asks

[somuchforahobby]

what didn't stay in vegas

Summary: Ever since your arrival at the BAU Derek had been constantly flirting with you, but not his usual Garcia-sweet talk, he was all in. You had gotten used to it and actually rehearsed your comebacks. But there was someone who wasn’t so fond of it. Tags: Secret relationship / Derek is a flirttt / Hotch is jealous Warnings: once again I did not dare to write s m u t Words: 1.5K GIFS belong to: @hqtchner Read on AO3

“Hey, babygirl, how about we head for some drinks to relax after this?” He asked you as the team walked out of the precinct. 

“Oh, that’d be great! Spence can give us some tricks to survive in his hometown” You actually were interested in the offer.

“I meant in my room, sweetheart.”  He winked at you.

“Nice try, Morgan.” You laughed on his face. “We’re in sin city and I ain’t no saint.” You turned to see your secret boyfriend for a second before anybody could notice. His eyes darkened and a small smile appeared on his face.

“Sin with me, darling. I swear it’ll be worth it.” His hand landed on your waist but you removed it with your elbow.

“Those who brag are never good.” You answered over your shoulder.

“There’s only one way to find out.”

“My God, get a damn room.” Emily broke the tension, tired of the exchange, and the rest of the team went quiet.

~

“It’s starting to get annoying” Aaron said against your lips once you were alone in his hotel room. “I will suspend him” he punctuated every word with a kiss.

“Don’t be so resentful, he doesn’t know I’m yours” 

“He doesn’t know what?” He pretended not to listen so you’d repeat. You laughed.

“That I’m yours” You gave him a peck on the lips.

“Besides, you can’t blame a man for trying” You kissed him again and your hands quickly worked his tie to undo the knot. A soft moan left his mouth.

“No, I can’t” he pushed you against the wall to attack your neck, while unbuttoning your shirt.

“Just because you got there earlier” 

He stopped his way to your chest to stand back and looked you in the eyes.

“Is that the only reason why?” His hand was on your jaw, holding your face upwards to maintain eye contact. He was analyzing you.

“Of course not” you bit your lower lip aware of the effect it had on him but with his thumb set it free by pulling your chin.

His eyes dangled through your face, not certain of what he was looking for.

“Oh, come on, honey, just fuck my brain’s out.” Your hands were working on his buckle but he grabbed both your wrists, lifting them above your head, holding them with one hand while the other returned to cup your cheek.

“Mmm” his furrowed brows accusing you of a crime you didn’t commit. “I don’t think you’ve earned it”

“I was real’ good today!” He smiled at your attempt. “I did not tease you in front of the team and I almost didn’t look at you.” Your innocent eyes were driving him mad.

“But you flirted with other men.”

“No, I rejected the flirtations from other men.”

“Mmm” he kept you in the same position, examining your micro expressions.

After a few seconds in silence he kissed you devotedly and softly. “I’m not really in the mood for a role-play today, honey.” He let go of your wrists and wrapped his arms around you, “I really need you.” He’d barely separate your mouths to talk. You just followed his lead to the bed, mimicking the same tenderness he was applying on your body.

~

“Is everything okay?” You asked after you finally came down from your high, head resting on his chest.

“Yeah, it’s just—“ he yawned, “not in the mood to tie you and spank you after all we saw today” he kissed your head sweetly. “Rest, you need it.” He tickled your ribs before turning your body sideways to spoon you.

As it was usual, you fell asleep in his arms.

~

His lips tracing your spine woke you up.

“What time is it?” You asked, still half asleep.

“5:45” He answered and kept kissing your bare back.

“Time for my walk of shame” you turned to see him and placed a peck on his lips. You adored the sight of him in the morning, without stress, without furrowed brows, all half lidded eyes, disheveled hair and warm skin.

“What if I steal this for today?” You asked, trying on his discarded shirt from last night.

“Why would you?” He asked, amused, still lying on the bed.

“So I can brag about the amazing man I spent the night with.” You teased him.

“It has my initials embroidered in the cuffs, I don’t think it’s a good idea” 

“I can fold them”

“No.” It was an order. “I wore it the whole day, it’s dirty.” You smelled the arms.

“It smells like you.”

“So, sweat” He laughed.

“Lotion,” you started walking round the bed “soap”, another step, “manly”, another step and he laughed, “smells like amazingly hot man” you straddled his lap and his hands quickly found your legs.

“I don’t approve”

“You’re not my boss in here.” You leaned down for another passionate kiss.

~

“Why have you chosen to punish me today?” Derek asked you the minute you crossed the precinct door.

“What you mean?” You asked, puzzled.

“You are hiding your body, babygirl, that’s just mean.” His face was filled with fake pain.

You ended up styling the shirt with straight jeans and converse, folding the cuffs to your elbow. It almost looked like a normal oversized shirt.

You took a glimpse of Aaron and he was reading some files in front of him, completely ignoring the conversation.

“That’s a man’s shirt” Spencer pointed out and the edges of your boyfriend’s mouth curled up.

“Is it?” Emily grabbed your shoulder and looked in your eyes. You only nodded. “You dirty girl.” She clapped and smiled.

“I also take trophies from my victims.” You gave the team a proud grin. Derek sighed in frustration.

When you looked up again, Aaron still had a proud smile on his lips.

~

You ended up wrapping the case that day and flying back at night.

“Now that we’re free, let’s talk about your victim.” Emily asked, she was in the seat in front of you.

“Well, he is great in bed.” You started off strong and saw Aaron blush on the other side of the plane as he read the newspaper. “A true gentleman, can’t wait to see him again.”

“Too bad you left him in Vegas” Derek interrupted your conversation.

“Yeah, maybe he could’ve given you some tips on how to treat women.” You answered, amused.

“And, where did you meet him?” JJ continued the interrogation after Morgan walked away.

“Uh” You struggled finding an answer and saw Aaron smiling even harder. “In the hotel.”

“What? Where? How?” Emily was yelling at this point. “You always get laid with random guys on the way and I never understand how you even meet them.”

“I’mma tell Hotch you’re not focused on the cases but on crossing all the states off your list!” JJ threatened.

“We eyed each other during dinner in the hotel, after you guys left to the Casino we got to talking, one thing led to another and that’s that.” You were a great storyteller and even better liar.

“Damn, you. Maybe I’m getting old and rusty.” Emily was analyzing you.

“I happen to know that it is not a problem” you teased. 

“How old?”

“I didn’t ask, my guess is around 45” 

“Single?”

“Mmm” you certainly had not thought about the civil status of your fake fuck buddy. “Yeah, he wasn’t wearing a ring.” 

“Nobody wears a ring in Vegas.”

“Baby, you out there fucking married man instead of staying home, ts ts ts” Derek scolded you.

“Fuck, it’s freezing here.” You wanted to shift the conversation & started unfolding your cuffs to cover yourself but you remembered the embroidery and decided to stand up and get a sweater from your bag. When you passed through Derek, he caught your wrists screaming.

“It has his name embroidered!” You freed yourself before he could read it.

“Leave me alone, Derek.” You were getting upset and Aaron raised his eyes from what he was reading to check on you.

“Morgan” he alerted, bossely.

You were opening the luggage compartment trying to reach for your bag, Derek chased you trying to read your cuffs.

“Derek, leave me alone” You were squirming under him while reaching for your bag.

“Babygirl” him laughing was the only thing avoiding him to restrain you. “Let me read it!”

“Get over it!” He grabbed your wrist and brought it close to his eyes.

“Morgan!” Your boyfriend’s voice made him drop your wrist and take a step back. Aaron was already standing next to you two with his usual frown. “Leave my girl the fuck alone.” He put an arm around your waist while the other got your bag and handed it to you. All while maintaining eye contact with Derek.

Derek showed his palms in surrender and walked away, the rest of the team all had their mouths open in shock.

Once you were alone enough you turned to see Aaron, surely surprised as well.

“I had enough of hiding” he said before leaning down to kiss you.

“Well that didn’t stay in Vegas” you heard Emily’s voice chuckling in the back.

[hqtchner]

OMG HIIIII

SUMAYYAH HELLOOOO HOW ARE YA

[andromedasstarship]

📅 🐷 📏 🎥 LOVE U BESTIE!

cia!!!! so much love for u bestie

📅 your birthday

july 4!!!

🐷 junk food you can never get enough of

oh god im a SUCKER for hershey kiss ik that’s technically a candy but i go CRAAAZY for ‘em

📏 how tall are you

so embarrassing im 5’1 or 154cm

🎥 fave film

coraline!! (pride & prejudice 2005 is close behind)

[winterscaptain]

rossi, blake and callahan!!

david rossi: what would you cook if you were hosting a dinner party? 

greek food! pastitsio, lamb, tzatsiki, rice pilaf, and rice pudding!

alex blake: how many languages do you speak?

two, working on number three and four! i am fluent in english and american sign language. i am currently working on greek and russian, and can get around in french, spanish, and italian. 

kate callahan: what’s your karaoke song?

something by the beatles or sunday morning by maroon 5

[moreidsdaughter]

you’re on my list as well !!!!

agafshsvzg! I AM HONORED!

[arthursknight]

Congratulations on 300!!!!!!

THANK YOU BB!!!!! i cannot believe

[jetaime-jespere]

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Ahhh!!! Cia, thank you so very much 😍😍 this made my day for sure. Such a great picture of Hotch! A very happy Valentine’s Day to you as well - and congratulations on 600!!! You are so talented and I love everything you create! Have a wonderful day!♥️

[hakurasakura]

Emerald, acid green, baby blue!!

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if you want to know about anything, i’m willing to talk about it :)

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Goodbye From Lonely

gif credits @hqtchner

summary: you’re the key to locking away hotch’s loneliness, until you aren’t.

pairing: f!reader x aaron hotchner

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS, brief vague mention of near death, angst, kissing, brief smut, loneliness, feelings, assumed unrequited love, depression, happy ending

AN: i literally have no clue, based on goodbye from lonely by superfruit from my driving playlist. hope y’all enjoy!

word count: 2.3k

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“You swore to me, Hotch.”

These are the first words that have come out of your mouth since he’d put himself in harm's way to save you. They make him flinch, the use of his formal nickname stinging as you say it. He knows that you calling him Aaron is a luxury, something that he shouldn’t have gotten so used to but it's hard when it rolls off your tongue so easily.

You’re right; he had promised to keep the boundaries set and he’s a man who prides himself on keeping his word. Yet, he’d overstepped at the first sign of you being in danger since this had all started.

He sighs in defeat, “I know and I apologize for letting my emotions get the best of me, but I couldn't pretend that I was okay with that.”

“I’m a capable agent, I’ve proven myself here,” You say firmly.

He feels guilty, not only for breaking his promise but that his actions have you doubting yourself. While your words scream confidence, your eyes say otherwise.

“I know that.”

You cross your arms against your chest, not satisfied that he understands yet, “I wouldn't be on this team if I didn't have the qualifications.”

“Honey, I know.”

“That was so embarrassing. And it felt like you didn't trust me.”

Hotch bristles at that, his mouth setting into a frown, “Me saving your life was embarrassing?”

You glare back at him, unphased, “You know that's not what I meant. If it were Derek or Dave or even Emily, this would've gone much differently.”

“I made the call that I felt needed to be made. I can admit that my judgment in making that decision was clouded, but you're not just an agent to me, you’re…” He trails off, unsure what to say.

He knows what he wants, but you haven’t initiated more, leaving him to assume that you’re happy with things the way they are. He tries not to let that settle in his heart, focusing on the fact that you want him around at all.

“Your fuck buddy,” You supply and somehow his frown sets deeper.

“We’ve talked about that, I don't like when you call yourself that.”

“Well, it's true, it’s all I can ever be,” It comes out of your mouth just a whisper, arms tightening around yourself.

Silence falls between the two of you as you both sit with your own guilt.

It feels wrong to push him away given the circumstances, but this is exactly what you didn’t want. You didn’t want him treating you differently, even though your feelings for him have deepened. You didn’t want anyone weaseling their way into your heart the way he has. You can only blame yourself for getting involved with a man that’s efficient at anything he puts his mind to though you’re sure he wasn’t trying to make you fall for him. He’s your boss and while you’re in a compromised position engaging in whatever this is between you, you know that he would never approve of a real relationship. Right? That thought process all you need to decide to cut things off.

“Can we not argue, not after that? Please?” You ask softly, trying to extend an olive branch to him. You dare a glance at him and find that he's already looking at you, answering your question with a weak nod.

“Come here,” He holds his hands out to you and you quickly close the space between you. He squeezes your hands firmly before letting go and cupping your face in his hands. “You’re sure you're okay?”

“A little shaken up, but that’s a given. I’m okay and I’m here, Aaron. You feel me,” You place your hands over his.

His eyes drift away from yours as he speaks, “I couldn’t think straight.”

“I know me either, but it's fine because we’re right here,” You reassure him, lifting to the tips of your toes to ask silently for a kiss.

When he captures your lips with his, he can taste it. Taste the goodbye in how you feverishly try to consume him, and in every move afterward. Your fingers thread into his hair, your body a solid line of hot heat against his. There's a novelty to the desperation in your movements as you work yourself and then him out of his clothes.

With each pause, each longing look, each reach for him he can feel you breaking the bonds that you've created. Even in his recognition of it, he can't say no to you. He craves your body, often falling asleep to the thought of being deep inside of you. He tumbles into bed first, enamored with the sight of you soft and naked above him. The two of you kiss some more, slow and wet, and he lets himself get lost in you.

At least there’s one last time, is all he can think to himself when you straddle him.

When you whine his name over and over, sweet like honey, he closes his eyes and tightens his grip on your hips, trying to ingrain both the sound and feel of you into his brain. You bend to kiss him, your hips coming down against him over and over, taking him like you’re made for it. It takes little time for you to ride him to your peak, clenching tightly around him as you moan wantonly on top of him. Your orgasm triggers his, and he clutches you close as he fucks his release further into you.

Neither of you speaks again, he just submits to you when you slant your mouth against his, letting him slip out of you. He will gladly let you take and take until he has nothing else to give.

“Thank you for saving me, baby,” You whisper eventually, your lips brushing against his skin, still damp with sweat.

He melts under the sweetness in your voice, “Anytime.”

When you fall asleep in his arms the familiar waves of loneliness wash over him and he grows empty. It hasn't hit him this hard since the two of you began this, but with you slipping out of his fingers it comes back more powerful than before. He tries to keep himself from drowning in it, peering down at your face. Lost in your serenity and beauty, he wonders how you'll be once the two of you part.

Will things go back to the way they were before this? He hadn't known that you were attracted to him, didn't know you looked at him as more than your superior. You treated him the same as everyone else and cared for him just as thoroughly as you did everyone else— unafraid of the boundaries others set because of his title. Unafraid to break the rules when you detected his well-hidden attraction towards you.

Would you still care for him like that? Still buy him his coffee and donut when you stop for the rest of the team? Still bring him tea when you make yours when the two of you are the last two up on the jet? Stay behind to help him finish reports because you’re just as dedicated to the job?

After hours of overthinking, he finally succumbs to sleep, wound tightly around you as the two of you rest.

Morning comes too quickly, both of you groaning at the sound of his alarm. His waking up early lends itself to your situation, allowing you enough to cuddle and kiss before either of you need to get up and get ready.

He lingers as long as he can, knowing that he’s just one goodbye from lonely. Before he leaves your room he pulls you into a kiss abruptly, causing you to squeak into his mouth. He swallows that noise and everyone that follows eagerly, his fingers firm at the base of your neck.

“What was that for?” You ask breathlessly when he finally pulls away.

“I’m just glad you're okay.”

Your expression softens, guilt planting in your chest, and you treat him to another kiss. What you both know to be your last kiss, though neither of you have spoken the words.

There's a gray filter that settles over his life after that day. You're another failed attempt at connection. With the divorce and limited contact with Jack, he does what he does best– work. It gets easier to see you day in and day out because he grows more numb to life as time passes.

You’re the first to notice the change in him, though you feel strange bringing it up to the others. Reid immediately agrees with you, and Morgan wonders out loud if Hotch hasn’t been laid in a while. Wanting to steer the conversation away from that, you account it to losing Haley and the lack of time he gets to spend with Jack. All of you take your turns trying to take care of him. It's take-out containers when one of you notes he hasn't eaten, or another cup of coffee when his eyes look a little too glazed over. You take on more reports than before trying to lighten his load but he stays late anyway.

You hate seeing him like this, hate that you're the cause of it all but this is for the best. It's not that this isn't hard for you, you care for him more deeply than you'd ever planned to. But a relationship with a coworker, let alone your boss, isn't ideal. It would make everything more complicated and you’ve had enough of that in life.

As time drags on, your loneliness starts to fester inside of you. It doesn't matter how many dates you end up on, or how many people end up in your bed. When you’re finally alone after all the encounters, you’re left with yearning. That yearning lets the doubt that’s been locked up in the back of your mind free, and you're finally able to be honest with yourself.

You miss him and you're not sure that there's anyone who could fill the void that’s appeared since you left him. It takes weeks to work through your guilt and hesitancy, but eventually you decide to tell him how you feel. Even if he's moved on, you have to let him know. He has to know that he's worth every complication that could come from a relationship with him.

The perfect opportunity rolls around; a Friday night that you've decided to stay late, nothing else but work to do. You walk into his office with a stack of reports ready to be completely honest.

“Got these reports for you, sir.”

He gives you a stiff nod, keeping his eyes trained on the files you placed on his desk, “Thank you.”

It's a clear cue to leave, and for a moment you lose your gumption, turning around and heading towards the door. Absentmindedly, he lets out a sigh, soft and heavy at the same time, and you stop in your tracks, facing him once more.

When he realizes that you’re still here, he peers up at you, eyebrows knit together in confusion, “Is there something I can do for you, agent?”

His stare almost turns your body to jello but you straighten your shoulders with a deep breath, “Have you eaten?”

“I’m not sure how that’s relevant.”

“Just answer the question, Aaron.”

His eyes widen at your use of his first name, and his bottom lip sweeps over his tongue before he answers, “No, I haven’t eaten.”

“There’s this diner this guy I used to see told me about. He never took me though…”

Hotch can’t help the smile that pulls at his lips. The diner you’re referencing is one 5 minutes away from his apartment that he’s mentioned before. He had never taken you because that felt too much like a date, and he didn’t want to scare you away.

“This guy sounds like a drag,” His voice is monotone and you struggle to hold yourself together.

“He can be a little intense, but I don’t know.” You shrug playfully before continuing, “I really care about him. Could see myself being with him for the foreseeable future if he was interested,” You move closer, trailing your finger across his desk.

“He’s definitely interested,” He rises to his feet, coming around the desk to stand next to you.

“Oh, so you two have had a little chat?” You feel your face growing warm under his gaze.

“We’ve had plenty of chats.”

You don’t hesitate to close the gap between you, pressing your lips firmly to his. His hands find your hips immediately, pulling you tightly against his body. He’s licking into your mouth, desperate for the taste of you that he’s been missing for months. As always, your fingers are in his hair, knotting into the silkiness as you anchor him to you. You'll never take moments like this for granted again, melting into him as he kisses you breathless

“I’m sorry, for everything,” You mumble against his lips once the kiss breaks.

He shakes his head, shushing you gently, “It’s alright.”

“It’s not, I shouldn’t have walked away. I got scared.”

“Feeling like these are scary, I understand. Just don’t do it again,” He adds playfully and you look up at him, giggling against his cheek.

“Won’t happen again, sir,” You answer cheekily and he squeezes your hips, long strong figures gripping you tightly.

“Let me finish up here, and then we can head out?”

“Give me more work, I’ll help if I can so we can get out of here earlier,” You offer, eager to leave and talk through everything with him.

“You know what, let’s just call it a night now. Did you drive here today?”

“No…could I…could I stay over at your place tonight?”

His cheeks turn a muted, delicious shade of pink at your question, “I would really like that.”

You lean in for one last kiss before heading back to your desk to pack up your things. Hotch beats you, joining you at your desk with his go bag. You look up at him in surprise, nervous about the few stragglers in the office seeing you together. But he just gives you a reassuring smile, holding his hand out to you.

“Ready?”

For less loneliness. For not being afraid. For spending time with him unapologetically. For caring about him openly and honestly. You're ready for it all.

“Ready,” You say as you slip your hand into his.

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[hotch-stufff]

Hey girl, I hope your having a good day

I was wondering if you could write a Hotch! fem reader where they're married and have been for like year's but the team doesn't know about it and one day Morgan calls out Hotch and they both answer! I hope that made sense. Love your blog💕

Hotch? Which one?

Gif by hqtchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Wc: 1.7k

Warnings!: fluff, kissing, mentions of a child case, not.al criminal minds things, maybe kinda suggestive, playful and soft Hotch, but seriously super fluffy

Description: You are secretly married to the one and only Aaron Hotchner, what happens when Morgan yells out Hotch, and you both answer?

A/n: awe, thank you 💕 seriously loved this idea, hope you all do too! Sorry it took me so long to get out! Anyways, here is some Hotch fluff for your Saturday night ;)

-Masterlist-

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Your eyes flutter open as you feel a warm pair of lips on your neck. You sigh contently, but bury your face in your pillow, not ready to get up yet. A deep chuckle fills your ears and you smile to yourself as his arm wraps itself around your waist.

"Goodmorning sweetheart." He whispers into the morning air.

"G'morning." You murmur sleepily. The kisses start up again and you giggle at the ticklish feeling, turning around in his arms. He pulls back slightly, and he just stares at you. 

"God, you're beautiful." He says and leans forward to place his lips on your own. You kiss him passionately as your heart warms at the compliment. 

"Dont wanna get up." You mutter against his lips and he chuckles again. 

"You have to sweetheart." He sits up on his elbow peering down at you. "We have that conjoined case today."

"Oh, don't remind me." You roll your eyes as Aaron softly tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. "We have to pretend, again." You whine and he sighs. "Do you know how hard it is for me to pretend that I'm not in love with you?" 

"Probably just as hard as it is for me." He pauses, thinking for a moment. "We could, just tell them." He suggests and you freeze, a little shocked by his words.

"Honey, are you sure? I know we're in different departments, but you said you wanted to be professional. And I mean it keeps us safer. I guess it doesn't matter, up to you. Maybe we should, I mean my team knows, but yours doesn-" He cuts off your rambling with a searing kiss and you freeze for a moment. He pulls back and it takes you a few moments to process words. Your husband's kisses usually have that effect on you.

"So do you want to tell them?" You ask after you catch your breath.

"Yes. As soon as this case is over." You smile and nod.

"Okay. But we aren't ever going to finish the case if we don't get up." Aaron rolls over top of you holding himself up with his arms on either side of your head.

"If you insist." He starts, placing a kiss on your nose. "But maybe… a… few… more… kisses…" He places a kiss on your lips after every word, already forgetting that he was trying to get you up in the first place.

* * * 

After several more kisses, you and Aaron finally make your way into the office, just in time for your two teams to meet together in the bullpen. You are eternally grateful that no one finds it suspicious that you both come in at the same time. Probably thinking you just had a meeting together before the case. Your teams head to the conference room after seeing you walk in not noticing Aaron's hand on the small of your back.

Little did they know of the wedding rings resting on your necklace under your blouse and Aaron's on a pin under his tie. 

When you think about it, it wasn't really your plan to hide your marriage. You never thought you would be one to hide the love for your husband. But then you had met Aaron Hotchner. Funny enough, it had been a conjoined case similar to the present case. Aaron being the unit chief of the BAU and you the unit chief of the Child Crimes Unit, you clashed. A lot. 

Never getting along, your teams dreaded cases where you had to get together. Of course, one case in particular hit a little too hard, and Hotch had found you curled in a chair, crying in one of the break rooms. He had rushed to your side in an instant, comforting you through your tears. That night you had seen a whole different side of Aaron Hotchner. 

Of course that one moment turned into a beautiful new friendship. Which had led to dates and kisses and a secret relationship. A marriage was soon to follow, and you both wanted to married so bad, you had just eloped. Only Rossi, Jack, and Jess by your sides. Rossi officiated the small ceremony and that was about six months ago. 

You had told your team after a month, fining it too difficult to keep it hidden. They had all agreed to jokingly call you Hotch, after hearing Aaron's own team do it to him.

You had already talked to them about avoiding that in today's case.

Aaron had found it harder to tell his team. They were his family. But he wanted to protect you as much as possible. Especially after Haley. 

Your thoughts are dragged away from a small kick under the table. You turn to your left, and spot your husband with a slight smirk on his face. The meeting continues, Garcia presenting the case.

"Alright lovelies, and guest lovelies! We have three murders, all local, all 10 year old boys." She begins and you take a deep breath preparing yourself. As much as you loved your job, it was always hard to hear of all the horrible things people did to these poor kids.

A hand finds its way to your thigh and squeezes to ground you. You shake away your wandering thoughts again and focus. 

"They were all killed the same way, strangulation. Coroner says it was a pillow over their face, while sleeping." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "Local police have no leads, and are desperate for help." Hotch looks up at his team and yours listening for ideas.

"Could be remorse." Davis, one of your agents speaks up first. Jj and Reid nod along.

"It's almost peaceful. He doesn't want to hurt the kids, but he feels he needs to." Morgan adds.

"I suggest looking into people who have lost a child." You suggest.

"You got it babe. Got more for me?" Garcia asks and the teams continue to go back and forth with ideas, nothing really building up the profile. Idea after idea is passed around. Everyone was beginning to grow frustrated, the tension building in the room.

"What about a sick kid? A kid in pain?" Prentiss starts rattling off. She stands and begins pacing. Wilsom, one of your best agents, stands as well.

"Yes. The remorse, the peaceful killing, it all makes sense." He starts.

"When did the killing start?" Aaron asks.

"Three months sir." Garcia answers.

"Check out parents, male, early 30s, who recently lost a child to disease, an accident, anything." Hotch speaks and Garcia is instantly typing away.

"Two hundred seventy four hits." 

"Try limiting it to the victim's profile, men with a ten year old boy." Jj pipes up.

"Thirty seven hits." 

"The child would have been in pain, he believes he is stopping the pain. He doesn't want the kids to hurt anymore. He thinks he is helping them." Garcia shakes her head, that doesn't lower her search at all. You think and think. 

"There has to be something else. I want everyone to look into the jobs of the suspects. I know it's a lot, but there are a lot of us. The quicker the better." You say and Aaron nods.

"What are we looking for?" Rossi asks.

"He would have needed to blend in. Parents couldn't have been suspicious of anything. Repair men, plumbers, electricians. Anything. Get to work." Hotch announces and everyone stands moving around. You and Hotch begin discussing more of the case, trying to find different angles when Morgan speaks up.

"Hotch?" You and Aaron both turn around at the name, ready to answer.

"Yeah?" Two voices ring out and it takes you a moment to realise you and your husband had both answered. You freeze and so does he. The room is tense and silent. Your team stares at you with smirks on their faces, and Aaron's with shock. 

"What?" Spencer is the first one to say anything, case seemingly forgotten for the moment, his brows furrowed, and you giggle at the situation. Aaron looks at you and smiles softly. 

"Alright. I guess we have some explaining to do." He says and Rossi chuckles patting him on the back. 

"Hi guys, I'm Agent Hotchner, nice to meet you." You say with a smirk and wave slightly. Garcia's mouth falls open and Morgan lets out a loud laugh. 

"Im sorry. What?" Emily looks more confused than you have ever seen her and you can't help but begin laughing again. You leave it to your husband to explain. But he himself looks like he is barely keeping it together.

"We may, or may not have gotten married." Hotch says way too casually for anyone to process. Its only silent for a moment more before the room erupts with questions and shouts of congradulations. You catch money being exchanged between Wilson, Rossi, and Davis and they each shoot you a wink. You roll your eyes as Hotch tries to calm his team.

"Alright! That's enough." He says sternly, but you see the twitch in his eyebrow and the smirk threatening to break out on his face. "Yes, we are married, yes we eloped. No, we aren't talking about this now. We can discuss it when the case is over. Please get back to work, I will be in my office if you need me." He finished with an official tone and he swiftly walked out of the room. All eyes fall to you and you take that as your cue to follow your husband. You smile softly at the team and quickly walk out of the room. 

As soon as you shut the door to his office, Aaron has you pressed against the door, his face buried in your neck as he laughs.  

"Did you see their faces?" You asked, amusement filling your voice. He nods and presses a sloppy kiss to your neck. Pulling back, he gazes at you and shakes his head. 

"God. They are going to kill me." Aaron whispers. "Seriously. I think Garcia was planning my murder." You roll your eyes at his dramatics.

"Oh please. You'll be fine." You say and he smacks your ass playfully. 

"Yeah, you don't have to deal with the wrath of Penelope, so shut it missy." You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck kissing him gently. 

"You are ridiculous."

"But you love me."

"That I do."

"I love you too sweetheart." And he kisses you, or at least tries to through your giggles.

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Thanks for reading!! <3

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BACKGROUND MUSIC

BACKGROUND MUSIC, AARON HOTCHNER X FEM!READER

APART OF THE HUMBLE QUEST SERIES

SUMMARY: two agents, one department, both wondering if they’ll leave behind some type of legacy, or if they’ll just be two faces on a plaque in the hallways after they leave,

inspired by background music by maren morris

warning: angst, swearing, & usual talk of a cm case

lowercase is intentional!! wordcount: 0.7k

a/n i linked the performance to background music: in rare form, because it reminded me sm of my maren show and brings me so much joy!! i also finally get to write hotch so im so excited!! ps. i hope i did this song justice. i really hope i did. also gif by @hqtchner !!

WATCHING AS THE FLASHING LIGHTS AROUND THEM LIT UP THE OUTSIDE OF THE BRICK BUILDING,

agent y/n hotchner, and aaron hotchner watched as derek had put the suspect into custody, presumably sending him on his way towards the local towns police station.

it took them three days, 22 hours and nine minutes to catch the unsub who had gone on a killing spree, and for the first day and a half, he had the bau stumped, basically leading them on a wild goose chase until he had slipped up.

the h/c girl watched as the rest of her team filed into the vans, and she was soon to follow, with a look of disappointment, and longing filling her face. with hotchner quickly noticing, taking note to ask about it when the two got back.

it took six hours, and a few different vehicles to get back to the hotchner’s apartments, and as soon as they did, the two were in bed, doing their best to fall asleep, but both were unsuccessful.

after awhile, aaron spoke up, splitting the silence between the two, “what’s keeping you up?”

“do you ever think about the legacy we’ll leave behind once we leave the bureau?”y/n asked softly, before turning to face her husband, “seriously aaron, do you ever think about how in ten years we might not even be there, and we might just be some names on a goddamn plaque.”

“we’ve got time, but we’ve also gotta realize that we’re human. especially with our job, one of us could be taken at any moment.”she went on, and she studied her husbands face, waiting for a response, “seriously, how many cases do we have left in us?”

“i do think about that a lot.”aaron admitted, brushing a stray piece of hair out of y/n’s face, “i think about how we could just be some name in a history book, with nobody knowing about who we actually are.”

“i don't want that.”y/n whispered, propping her chin on her hand, “i want to be remembered, like i get not all of us can leave a souvenir like rossi, but i don’t want to be another agent in the history books, only being known for reading lips and transcribing what people are saying.”

“its really hard to see that we’re going to be the lucky ones in this situation.”

it was silent between the two for awhile, with aaron trying to decide what to say, and y/n waiting for his response. he knew that she was right, not everyone could leave something behind like rossi did with his books, but also knew that the two of them wouldn’t just be some names on a plaque hanging in the hallways.

“we will leave a legacy behind.”aaron finally spoke up, his eyes matching e/c ones, “and a damn good one too.”

“we won't just be known as two agents who went out and solved cases. hell, even if we are, its the legacy we leave behind outside of the bureau with the victims families and the amount of lives we change.”he explained, with y/n grasping onto what he was saying, “you might not see it, but the rest of the team does. the way you interact with the families, and help them through the tragedies they have gone through.”

“and even if we don’t, ill love you til all that we are,”aaron started, before a small smile spread across y/n’s face.

“is background music.”she finished for him, knowing it was one of their favorite songs, one they deemed as ‘their song’ due to the meaning of it. 

“until we’re background music.”

[hqtchner]

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“Well what about you, Spencer Reid? What’s your major, you must have some horrible professors, if that stack of papers is the norm’.” You joked, liking the way the corner of his eyes crinkled as he smiled.

from my upcoming valentines day oneshot w/ spencey spence!!! 

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Bided Time

pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

summary: aaron and you both knew the risks of this job, of this life. you just didn't expect for it to get this dangerous.

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of a gun, dead body, shooting, typical criminal minds stuff, foyet arc, use of italics

word count: 2.4k

a/n: kinda hate how i ended this but i wanted to get it out of my drafts and write something a little angsty. thank you @haley-h0tchner for inspiring this, it took a while but it’s here haha

gif by hqtchner

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when you married aaron hotchner you knew the risk. hell, when you met aaron hotchner you knew the risk. taking on this job was a challenge in itself, aaron had just proved to be the added bonus to it. the light at the end of the tunnel to make everything and everyday worth it.

but you didn’t expect it to get this out of hand. someone invading your home, threatening you and two childen- your childen at that- this was never supposed to happen.

the cool barrel of the gun slipped down to your neck, then up to the back of your head. a continuous and tortuous motion that you hoped and prayed aaron, or anyone for the matter, would have to experience. “aaron.”

was all you could manage when foyet, the reaper, had told you to talk to your husband through the phone. your voice was weak and frail, aaron knew this. he knew everything about you, everything the reaper thought he did, but he didn’t. he couldn’t even begin to know how aaron felt about you. so in love it felt like his heart was going to burst at any given moment.

aaron had previously told his son to protect his little sister. instructing your pride and joy’s to exit the room, telling them to go hide using the code he taught jack.

jack, wanting to protect you from the man he knew was bad, hesitated before hugging you tight and kissing your cheek. “we gotta go work the case, momma. like you and daddy.” the tears in your eyes threaten to spill over at the name he called you, him never having done so before. you know aaron had heard it as well.

you nod, wanting nothing more than to keep your babies safe in your arms. but you knew that they would be safe where aaron was sending them to go hide. jack pulled away from you, with some resistance with your strong grip on him and your baby girl jumped in your arms, a little too young to understand why you were crying and who the man was in the room. but you smiled for her as she crawled into your arms.

“momma, where’s daddy?” the question broke yours and aaron’s heart as he had his foot nearly through the floor of the car, trying his hardest to get to you.

you simply smiled and kissed her head, “he’s coming, sweetness. i promise.” the girl nodded, clinging onto you tighter until you placed her in jack’s care. he smiled softly at you before taking her hand upstairs and you watched them as they disappeared from your eyesight, praying that they would be okay.

a shudder ran through your body when foyet slipped in behind you, his gun never directed off of your figure. “are they gone?” aaron asked distressed. you nod, forgetting that he couldn’t see you before answering with a 'yes'. he lets out a short breath of relief, one that was quickly taken back in when he heard your panicked tone.

“aaron, i- i need you to promise me something.” he was furious, there would be no promising. no promising because the last ones you made were at your wedding not too long ago and weren’t even fresh enough to leave their mark.

no promising because he was going to make it. he was going to make it in time to you and save you and his children, but he also knew that there was a slight chance he wouldn’t. this was his fault, he repeated in his head. guilt and shame settling in his mind which he quickly pushed away because it distracted him from you.

“what is it?” aaron spoke after a gulp of air in an attempt to try and steady his voice. you heard it though, you also knew him better than anyone.

his flaws, his perfections, everything. you knew and foyet could never change that.

“i need you to promise me… that you’ll be there for them.” he promised you this the day your daughter was born. why were you-

a code.

adrenaline shot through his veins as he listened intently to your words, turning violently onto the street you all lived on. flooring it the whole way to your shared home.

the home you bought when your daughter was born. the one where he carried you over the threshold, and then jack too because his curious mind had been confused. the one that held many family nights and team dinners, where you were smiling away as penelope told you a joke or listened carefully are spencer listed off the facts about whatever food you were cooking that night.

the home where countless hugs and kisses were shared between the four of you. where there were late night diaper changes and midnight feedings with your newborn. you have lived there for over three years, it was not about to be stripped away from you in an instant, aaron decided.

“promise me that you’ll let them take risks, and be kids. that you’ll love them even despite their accidents.” to foyet, the words didn’t make sense. but to aaron, and everyone else listening in on comms, it was crystal clear.

you were going to take a huge risk.

“i’m almost there, just hold on.” you smiled at his words, a tear falling down your cheek.

the barrel of the gun pressed into your head as the echoing click ringed in your ears. “i love you.” you voiced, the phantom pain of a bullet already searing through your head.

you didn’t wait for a response from your husband when you stomped hard on foyet’s foot, a groan of pain sounding from him as you turned in his arms and knocked the gun out of his hands and onto the floor. you dove for it, but his hands were drawing you back, your teeth unconsciously biting down into the flesh of his hand until you felt the skin break and a metallic taste filled your mouth.

spitting at the man as he yelled in rage, the gun almost magically finding its way to your hand as you shot foyet in the leg, knowing exactly where his femoral artery was. the man doubled over as he grabbed the open wound where he was rapidly bleeding out. he didn’t get so much as a word in before you aimed the gun at his head, firing two more rounds.

the dull thud of his body sounded in the room, your determined posture never fading until you finally realized that he was dead. you saw the stopped movement of his chest but you couldn’t bring yourself to walk over to him and check his pulse. deep down, you knew if he was still alive, by some miracle, you wouldn’t know what to do.

remembering aaron on the phone, you ran to pick up the abandoned cell, the gun still in your hand. “a-aaron.” a sigh of relief sounded through the speaker as you curled in on yourself, blood dripping down your chin.

“y/n.” was all aaron could manage before you heard the screech of tires outside. in a flash, the door burst inwards, your name falling from the mans lips as he waved his gun around the room, assessing the scene.

when he saw your trembling figure on the ground, inches from the dead body, everything for him stopped. this should’ve never happened.

with nothing else but you in his mind, he rushed over, “baby, put the gun down. s’okay, it’s just me now.” at the sound of your husband’s voice, you turn and face him, only then does he notice the blood on your face.

he reaches forward, taking the hot gun from your shaking hands and placing it on the coffee table. you look up at him and let out a strangled expression of relief, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

aaron didn’t mind the blood, he’s seen enough to last him a lifetime. however, you being at the center of it all? it made his nerves hurt and his blood chill. “i-i didn’t check for-.” you needn’t finish your sentence because within two seconds, a panicked derek morgan and emily prentiss were rushing in the door.

no one said a word as morgan kneeled down to check foyet’s pulse, one of which he stated was not there by a shake of his head. you didn’t see it, but aaron did, relief washing over him as he held you tight to his chest.

“it’s alright, he’s gone. he’s not gonna hurt us anymore.” you listened to your husbands words, trying to wrap your mind around them, but your only thought was about your children.

taking you into the kitchen, aaron sat you on a stool, grabbing a washcloth and rubbing it under warm water. jj, who was simply concerned for your well-being, stepped into the kitchen, staring at the two of you. your hands curled around aaron’s as he cleaned your chin and lips carefully, your eyes remaining glossy and distant.

“hotch, i can do this. go find your children.” aaron brushed your hair from your face and you looked at him with hesitation but simply nodded.

slowly, aaron pulled himself away from you, placing the cloth in jj’s hands before kissing your head and rushing upstairs to where he had hidden his children.

in his stumbling steps, he reached the study he had made for you where he had set up a hollowed bench by the window so you could sit and read while looking out at the trees. aaron swore his knees were going to give out before he even reached the room, but he somehow made it.

reaching hesitantly for the bench, in fear of his children not sitting in there safe and sound, he ripped open the top, two pairs of eyes staring up at him. aaron let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as jack and his little girl reached up for him.

“i worked the case, daddy.” jack spoke into his father’s ear as aaron sobbed against him, relieved that his babies were okay.

planting a few kisses to their faces, tears landing on their cheeks, he refused to let them go. “i know, i’m proud of you. you did a great job, buddy.”

aaron carried them both downstairs to you, to assure you of their safety. he had hoped that jj had helped you clean up. his steps stuttered at the top of the stairs when he saw the body bag. “close your eyes guys, shut them tight okay? don’t open them until i say so.” aaron’s tone was demanding but gentle, however his children listened and did as he said, clamping their hands over their eyes as they buried their faces into their father’s shoulders.

upon reaching the kitchen he saw your cleaned up figure, jj holding your hands as she spoke softly to you. “okay.” setting jack down, he immediately ran to you, your legs shaking as you kneeled down to welcome him into your arms.

stroking his blonde hair and his face making contact with your neck, you let out a shuddering breath. you feel the tears that fell from your lash line soak his little shirt as you hold him close to you. looking up, you saw your baby girl looking at you with wide eyes before wiggling and wanting her father to set her down so, she too, could run to you.

“momma!” her little arms wrapped around you, knocking into jack but neither of you cared so long as you could hold them together.

you kissed her mess of brown hair, sighing once the realization of them being finally safe and in your arms hit. you looked up at aaron with red eyes to see him speaking with jj, hushed tones exchanging between the two of them.

hearing her faintly tell him that she would take care of everything, and for him to take care of his family, a weight fell from his shoulders. aaron nodded firmly as she exited the room, his eyes finally meeting yours.

stepping forward on shaky legs, he knelt down to wrap the three of you in his arms, his children breathing softly against your chest. he kissed your head and when his daughter slipped herself into his lap where she found solace and safety.

aaron didn’t complain as he sat on the tiled floor of his kitchen, the loves of his life safe with him. he had made it.

after a couple of minutes, you came back to reality and asked emily to take your two little ones upstairs so you could to talk to aaron, wanting to just spend a moment alone with your husband.

when they left, aaron’s arms were aching to hold you. where you weren’t covered in blood or holding a smoking gun, next to a dead body. but here, in your kitchen, where you both made breakfast for your family on sunday mornings. where he had placed kisses to your head as you flipped a pancake and handed him a cup of fresh coffee.

“my love.” he spoke softly, holding you tightly to his chest as you listened to the thundering of his heart. sighing heavily, you leaned on aaron as you often did.

“i need you to listen to me. please?” with a hum, you agreed, not having the strength to do anything further.

pulling you away from his chest, he held your head in his strong hands. he cradled it as if you were a delicate flower he was afraid to bruise. “you did nothing wrong, i promise. you protected your family, and yourself. and i am so proud of you.”

you couldn’t help but scoff, looking down at the ground, at where your feet met the tips of his. “what’s there to be proud of, when i killed a man?”

with a tilt of his fingers on the bottom of your chin, aaron raised your eyes to look back at his. a comforting sight to say the least considering you had just stared death down in the next room. “a man who was filled with so much evil and hate. you took a risk, defended yourself, your family, and your home. you are so strong.” he placed a kiss to your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut at the action.

“and i will remind you ever single day for as long as i live if i have to.” tired and conflicted with your own inner turmoil, you nod, placing your lips against his.

the feeling comforted you, it brought new hope into your veins. that if, despite everything and anything you had and will go through, you’ll go through it with aaron. that he’ll be by your side throughout the journey and because of the pain.

he was your home, your safety, and you wouldn't change it for the world.

[moreidsdaughter]

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[hotched]

Freshman Year - Part 1

Summary: You were a model student - for him. You ignored your other classes but every moment around him had you mesmerized. When he started offering once a month optional lectures, you were always the first to come and the last to leave.

Masterlist to A Million Little Times series

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: briefest of references to fingering/smut, small mention of (not) drinking/bars

A/N: some lightheartedness for a minute before we get into the angst next chapter. I’m not very good at the whole get to know you phase so bare with me while we get to more of the plot 🥺

Gif credit goes to @hqtchner <3

It had started innocent. Yes, you may have spent most nights dreaming of his hand between your thighs or sneaking under his desk but it was just an easy way to pass the time. None of the students in your class interested you. They were all too worried about the next party, the next time they could get drunk or high. You wanted a man, someone who was more mature than childish shenanigans. A man who knew how to treat a woman and Professor Hotchner was there, ripe for the picking.

You never meant anything by it. You were too shy to even talk to him outside of class, let alone actually try anything. But that didn’t keep you from looking.

You answered every question he asked. If he asked for participation, you gave freely. If he asked for deliberation, you played the devil's advocate. Your eyes never left him but his gaze seemed to linger as well. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, it was just a silly little crush.

It was about a month into the class when you were alone with him again. This time you were still just as shy, getting to your class a good fifteen minutes early and sliding into your seat as quietly as possible. The only difference between the first time is that your seat was as close to his desk as you could get, now front and center so you’re nearby when he lectures and when he’s grading papers during self-study classes. You shot him a quick smile before putting your head back down. His eyes had been on you since you walked through the door, looking up from his paperwork and leaning back against his chair.

You had just sat down and turned to unload your books from your backpack when his warm voice broke the quiet and scared you into dropping your stuff, “I’m glad you’re on time, but there is such a thing as being too early”.

The tenor of his voice was teasing as it vibrated through your body. Your shivers were definitely from the surprise you told yourself.

With a half-hearted laugh, you reached down to pick up the fallen books and hid your face. You were giggling quietly at his comment when you gathered the courage to retort back.

“Well then what do you have to say for yourself?”

His answering huff of laughter made your heart soar. The too serious man had such a beautiful laugh, you wished you would hear it more often.

He didn’t get the chance to answer before other students started to rush into the room. While you were always the first, there were a couple of other freshmen that came early too and cut off your conversation. You hadn’t noticed the way his eyes seemed to smolder after you when your attention had been stolen by a peer.

Professor Hotchner announced a month into the semester that he would be holding once a month optional classes - not for extra credit but to cover more material. No one seemed very excited for the opportunity for more lectures and homework, which shouldn’t have made you as excited as it did but you now had two more hours a month that you could sit and stare at him. There was no way you would choose to be anywhere else.

The first optional lecture was scheduled for the same night as the campus bar’s first event of the semester so attendance was lacking. Besides yourself, there were only two other students who attended. They stayed an hour through his lecture but took off as soon as he asked if they wanted more study questions to go over. As soon as they were out of eyesight, you made eye contact and his laugh sounded like music to your ears. You couldn’t help but giggle along with him - partially because the way they ran out was hilarious but also from the nerves of being alone with him so late at night.

After he gathered his things, he dumped them on a desk near you and pulled out the chair to sit facing you. He brought one leg up to cross over the over and his hands went to hold that leg loosely while he leaned back against the chair. He looked so much younger and more relaxed compared to the man who stood before you to teach. After a few moments of admiring him, you realized you had been caught when he cleared his throat with a grin.

“Didn’t want to go to the bar?” He asked, eyes searching yours as you leaned forward in your chair. You cupped your head in your hands and shook it softly, a small half-hearted smile briefly gracing your lips.

“No” you responded quietly, “not my thing. I’ve always preferred to stay in with a book than to go out.”

His smile became less teasing as he regarded you with a tilt of his head.

“I know you pre-read your textbooks for this class, is that what you do for fun?” He mused, eyebrow raising in a little quirk that made him look more your age. The blush on your cheeks at his question only seemed to make him more interested in the answer.

“No, I mean yes, I like to read and I did read the textbooks early to prepare but that’s not my preferred choice of book” you answered, avoiding his actual question.

The waggle of his eyebrows made you giggle again as he joked, “We all have our fixes, reading toe curling ‘romance’ novellas just happens to be yours”.

“No, no, no, no” you repeated, halfway yelling to be heard through his roaring laughter. You buried your face in your hands to hide your warm cheeks and embarrassed smile. After a moment when his laughter seemed to quiet, you peaked through your fingers to see his eyes crinkled from the width of his smile.

“I’m only teasing, sweetheart” he whispered, leaning forwards in his chair to get within your eye level. When you stayed in your hidden position, he slowly raised his hands to pry your fingers from your face. His warm hands engulfed your own, wrapping from your wrists to the middle of your palms in an embrace that felt almost too intimate for such a simple action. The sparks that ran up your spine at his touch caused shivers to break out through your body. Your eyes met his momentarily, both of you locked into some sort of trance, before the room started to get too heated and he pulled away. His hands moved to pull at his collar and quickly undid his tie and the buttons at the top of his shirt.

Clearing your throat, you answered his original question, “not quite. I am just another cliché. The quiet ones are always the hopeless romantics, right? I’ll read anything but my favorites are the ones with the relationship that you dream about - the person you’d give up anything or do anything for.”

“So, anything with a good romance?” His smile was sweet as he sat back in his chair and raised his hands to stretch behind his head.

“I know it sounds naive but I guess it’s an escape. The kind of relationship that makes you feel safe and empowered, like nothing else matters and you can accomplish anything you want to just because you have someone by your side” you muttered, eyes lowering to trace patterns on the desk. You leaned back into your seat, stretching out your arms as you dragged your fingertips in little movements over the table between you. Despite the intensity you could feel in his gaze, you didn’t raise your eyes.

“I don’t think it’s naive,” he confessed, foot nudging yours to get your attention as he sat up to lean his elbows on his crossed leg, “I think that’s the sort of thing people spend their entire lives searching for, that feeling of security and devotion.”

You felt yourself start to lean forward as you bit your lip and searched his face, “have you felt it?”

The room was quiet as you were both locked in the moment. Your poses matched, both leaning forward with your heads in your hands. The hand that held his jaw looked strained as he watched you intently. Your fingers cupping your own jaw involuntarily flexed in a rubbing motion as you pictured what it would be like to hold his face in your hands and how soft his lips would feel against your own.

A shrill ringing noise broke you both out of the stare down and he cleared his throat while rising to grab his phone from the front of his room. You shook your head, gathering your things and trying to brush off the embarrassment of asking your professor something like that. With a small smile thrown his way, you rushed towards the door.

The call of your name had you turning back to face the almost empty classroom as he answered your question before turning back to his still beeping phone, “maybe”.

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