#aaron hotchner x yn

[inkdrinkerworld]

aaron seeing reader in one of his old law school shirts and he’s like yeah this is heaven

all the air releases from his lungs as he comes home to find you lounging on the couch in his harvard hoodie.

“you’re back early,” you say, eyes shining with love as he makes his way to you immediately.

“mhm, as bad as it may sound, we had an easy case to solve today.”

aaron smushes his lips to your forehead before laying in your lap- trying for covertness but his hands tugging on the soft cotton gives him away.

“can i help you?” a giggle takes over your voice as your boyfriend’s hands climb up your torso.

“you’re wearing my shirt,” he says, a dreamy tone to his voice as he blinks up at you. “or rather, my hoodie.”

you nod, “i ran out of shirts,” you were on day number ten at his house and you’d only packed for a week. “stole the comfiest looking one.”

he places a kiss to your stomach, “you look good in it,” a second passes. “better than good actually.”

your belly heats up from his affection and you risk a small flick of his nose as you say rather bashfully, “stop.”

her only laughs, kissing your palm before pressing it to his cheek. “come to bed, honey. we can finally have an early night.”

[velvetcloxds]

for your blurb event, could you do one with dilf hotch where he wants to take the reader with him to jack's birthday party but when they get there hailey makes a scene about reader being there, maybe even about how young the reader is and she doesn't want reader to leave?

BIAS | A.H.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: probably not the most cannon portrayal of haley, age gap, lovesick aaron

You were sitting rather uncomfortably on the little wooden bench in front of Haley's place, Aaron had very pleadingly asked you to wait here while he and his ex-wife went to have a discussion in the kitchen, a discussion which wasn't at all as private as you were sure it should be, the whole of the party probably overhearing the pair shouting at each other- it was rather fitting, they had witnessed the spark of the fight, it was only fitting they were exposed the to rest of it. You wanted to interrupt them, wanted to tell them that it wasn't as big a problem as it turned into, you could easily leave, celebrate Jack's birthday when he was at Aaron's, and it would've been simple if that was the only problem.

However, the second Haley decided to take a shot at you and your relationship with Aaron, you knew that simple flew right out of the open door past you. It was hardly the first time your relationship had been brought into question, your age had been a regular point of conversation in the office on many occasions but never like that, never had someone taken it upon themselves to insult you in front of a living room full of people merely for being there in the first place. Though you expected as much, you were adamant about staying home from the very beginning because how could her reaction be anything other than negative- a stranger, half her age showing up at her home while clutching her ex-husband's arm, wanting to see her son- it was hardly a scene anyone would look forward to, but you didn't quite expect things to escalate that quickly.

You were lost in thought, not realizing the shouting had stopped until you looked up to find Aaron closing the front door, a deadly look in his eyes as he stared the wooden frame down, one hand adjusting his tie, the other clutching his car keys as he shook his head to himself.

"I'm sorry that took so long," he began and the instant shift in his eyes as he looked at you was enough to give anyone whiplash, his features relaxing slightly as he drew his gaze over your figure. You had Jack's gift resting on your lap, a book you'd seen at the little vintage bookstore you always stopped by on Saterdays, it was almost brand new, a story about an elephant solving crimes in the zoo, incredibly fitting to be read to him by his dad- you'd gone through great trouble to find wrapping paper with little zoo animals too just to make it extra special, which only upset him more to be fair.

"It's okay," you insisted, lifting your hand to show him the cake pop you'd been clutching onto since he left you. "One of the little monsters snuck me a treat," you explained and the smile on your lips was intoxicating, daring to completely calm him down as he nodded. "Those for me?" you breathed carefully, slowly, knowing that you weren't the person he was upset with, but he was upset all the same and even the second he took to calm himself down wouldn't change that. You pointed at the keys with a soft smile, hoping that the overall conclusion of their fight would be to send you home. He frowned, confused, clearly not on the same page as you. "I can take the car home and then I'll just pick you up when you're done," you clarified and felt awful silly when he shook his head at you, extremely unimpressed by your suggestion.

"What are you talking about?" he was walking towards you, reaching over to cup your cheek when he stopped in front of you, brows furrowed as your big eyes looked up at him, so soft, so sweet, it was utterly offensive that anyone could say a single negative thing about you, let alone in the way they did. "If we're going anywhere, we're going together," you were the one to frown, gently placing the cake-pop down next to you before your fingers sifted through his, still staying in place on your face as you shook your head right back at him.

"Aaron," you sighed and he was daring you to fight him on his very simple, very end-of-conversation solution, but you were never really all that good at doing what he said. "No way am I letting you miss your kid's birthday because of me."

"It's not because of you," he clarified and you weren't surprised when he nodded for you to move the gift to the bench beside you, not wasting a second before guiding you up to stand in front of him. "She's the one who decided to act like that, call you that," he scoffed, looking over your shoulder, the open curtain allowing him a full view of Jack playing pin the tail on the giraffe with his friends, the parents laughing along as the kids struggled.

The insult hit him harder than it hit you, you didn't care for it, obviously, but you loved Aaron and that meant that you had to get used to braving through whatever people threw at you- the prolonged stares from strangers in shopping malls, the whispers from other parents when you had to drop in to pick up Jack from school- you were used to it.

"Hey," you brought his attention back to you with delicate hands sliding over his chest, brown eyes falling to yours, not truly with you, far too stuck in his head, as always. "Now, you know I'm not her biggest fan, I'm very biased for that, but I do understand where she's coming from," you insisted and his brows furrowed, silently telling you to explain. "Jack is amazing, he's this pure little bundle of love and as much as you get to decide who gets to be in his life, so does she. She might've handled it wrong but I understand why she'd want this day with him, no me, but that doesn't mean no you," he knew you were right, knew that this wasn't a reaction of malice as much as uncertainty. "So, you're going to go in there and give that little munchkin his gift and make sure he has the best birthday ever," you paired your words with an encouraging smile, stealing his car keys from him.

"And what about you, I don't want to leave you all alone."

"Well, I'm going to go to your place, slip into your most comfortable shirt, rewatch pride and prejudice for the thousandth time, and order loads of takeout food with your card," he breathed a soft laugh, the rare kind he only saved for you, a sound so lovely it made you conspire about ways to get to hear it again.

"Don't forget dessert," he was melting, that tough exterior looking rather soft from your perspective, large hands circling your waist, squeezing lightly as he pulled you against him, never quite satisfied with the space between you. "I love you," he sighed, ever amused by the greedy way your hands moved against him, stilling on his neck as you stole a quick kiss, barely a peck from his lips. "I'm going to make this up to you," it was a silly promise, unnecessary in its nature since it was hardly his fault, as much as you wanted to be there for him and for Jack, you hope there'd be more birthdays you'd be present for in the future, more parties to attend, maybe even hold, one day couldn't wipe out the wish you had for a future with the both of them.

"You don't have to," you dismissed him, shrugging lightly, though you didn't fight the kiss he insisted on giving you, wiping away your smile, then another and another, making you giggle against his lips before he pulled back. "Though, I wouldn't say no to continuing this when you get home."

"I'll slip away early."

"Don't you dare! Want you to stay until bedtime, maybe read a few pages of his new book. Promise me that you'll do the voices too? You know he loves the voices."

"I'll do the voices," his answer wasn't good enough, the pout that danced on your mouth and the way your big eyes dared him to disobey your adorable demands. "Honey, I'll do the voices, promise."

"Good, and give him an extra forehead kiss from me, will you?" you were pulling away, and he very hesitantly let you, not before one more kiss, of course, hands brushing your waist as he released you. "Love you, " you smiled, blowing him a kiss, it was sickening, the pair of you, acting like two teenagers as you walked to his car, pausing to smile at him, watch him as he opened the door and you were lucky you did because when his little mini-me popped his head out to wave at you too, your heart all but ran away from you.

[ameliora-j]

i’m a slut for mean! cold! heartbroken! aaron hotchner.

content: mean!aaron, like literally just an asshole, insults to intelligence

WAIT WAIT WAIT LET ME EXPLAIN BEFORE U SCROLL!!!!!

𐐪𐑂 aaron hotchner who just lost the love of his life and high school sweetheart

𐐪𐑂 aaron hotchner who was already stoic and standoffish but just became downright mean after foyett

𐐪𐑂 aaron hotchner that has a permanent scowl on his face in an attempt to mask his hurt

𐐪𐑂 aaron hotchner who immediately rolls his eyes when he sees a 20 something year old dressed head to toe in what was clearly daddy’s money walk into his office

𐐪𐑂 to clarify — it’s not the daddy’s money that bothers him

𐐪𐑂 it’s that awful. stupid. damned. fucking. smile that seems permanently painted on her face

𐐪𐑂 that bubbly personality and preppy voice that wouldn’t be ceased even by the meanest of his comments

𐐪𐑂 and it’s not that he doesn’t know he’s an asshole — he’s well aware

𐐪𐑂 even acts like one on purpose sometimes so that she’d just leave him the hell alone

𐐪𐑂 but GOD

𐐪𐑂 could she take a fucking hint????

𐐪𐑂 no matter what he says, what he does—you’re always practically skipping right back up to him the next time you need something

𐐪𐑂 “hey aaron?”

𐐪𐑂 “it’s agent hotchner to you” — even tho everyone else on the team calls him ‘aaron’ or ‘hotch’

𐐪𐑂 that’s only met with a nose scrunch and a bit of a frown before that stupid fucking smile is back

𐐪𐑂 and aaron can’t help but roll his eyes

𐐪𐑂 what. THE FUCK. was there to be so happy about?

𐐪𐑂 when i say even his meanest of phrases don’t wipe that smile off her face i mean it

𐐪𐑂 “agent hotchner, can you help me with x”

𐐪𐑂 it’s met with a gruff “i’m busy right now”

𐐪𐑂 though all he was doing was having a glass of whiskey with rossi in his office

𐐪𐑂 that stupidly cute fucking nose scrunch and frown appears on her face before she’s smiling again

𐐪𐑂 “well yes sure, i’m sure you are but this is urgent”

𐐪𐑂 “jesus fucking christ (lastname) how incompetent can you be?!”

𐐪𐑂 and even that doesn’t get her smile to falter

𐐪𐑂 it’s like her happiness is suffocating him

𐐪𐑂 not that he was wishing she’d be unhappy or anything but FUCK could she have at least ONE bad day????

𐐪𐑂 nothing that he says affects her

𐐪𐑂 until that one fateful day when she asks him which case he thinks is more pertinent to take

𐐪𐑂 it was a tough decision, really

𐐪𐑂 both unsubs taking low risk victims and escalating tapidly

𐐪𐑂 both unsubs absolutely sick and perverted in their violent torture methods

𐐪𐑂 and both unsubs rapidly escalating at nearly the same rate

𐐪𐑂 almost as if they were working together on opposite sides of the country

𐐪𐑂 “agent hotchner, whenever you have a chance could you look over these files please? i can’t choose which city needs us most”

𐐪𐑂 he lets out a deep sigh, followed by a loud froan

𐐪𐑂 “fucking christ!” he yells, his hand hitting the desk

𐐪𐑂 she flinches at his bang, biting your lip nervously

𐐪𐑂 “honestly i don’t even know why i hired you. you clearly can’t do your fucking job right”

𐐪𐑂 his words are causing tears to fill her eyes, a lump welling in her throat

𐐪𐑂 furthermore it feels never ending, every single word like a stab in the chest

𐐪𐑂 “i go out on a limb and hire a younger person and all you do every single day is remind me why i never should have given you a chance”

𐐪𐑂 she doesn’t dare to try to speak, and aaron is becoming angrier as he still sees the smile on her face

𐐪𐑂 “how fucking stupid are you? if you can’t decide on a case maybe you just aren’t cut out for the bau”

𐐪𐑂 before he walks away, shouldering his way past her to lock himself in his office

𐐪𐑂 she doesn’t miss the “i wish i never fucking hired you”

𐐪𐑂 that’s what gets her

𐐪𐑂 she could take the hits to her intelligence and her character

𐐪𐑂 but just something about her ability to do her job being questioned twisted her stomach in knots

𐐪𐑂 to the point where if began to feel like someone was taking a knife and twisting it in circles inside of her chest

𐐪𐑂 she swallows thickly, forcing her tears back as she makes a silent trip to her office

𐐪𐑂 for the next three days aaron doesn’t see her

𐐪𐑂 and for some reason he feels… empty?

𐐪𐑂 maybe not empty… he doesn’t know what he feels, but it’s not a good feeling

𐐪𐑂 she’s been sliding files underneath the crack in his door and sending messages through other agents when she needed it

𐐪𐑂 friday morning he walks into her office

𐐪𐑂 she’s sitting behind your desk combing through more case files when there’s a soft knock before the door opens

𐐪𐑂 “hey uh… (lastname)…”

𐐪𐑂 she doesn’t give him a chance to say more as she looks up at him

𐐪𐑂 one simple question leaves her lips

𐐪𐑂 one simple question that shatters aaron’s world

𐐪𐑂 it’s soft… broken—her voice cracking with practically every word she says.

𐐪𐑂 “why do you hate me so much?”

𐐪𐑂 “(lastname…)”

𐐪𐑂 “no, aaron! WHY?!” she yells

𐐪𐑂 “WHY?! what did i ever do to you for you to hate me so much?! you never even gave me a chance!”

𐐪𐑂 “BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU”

𐐪𐑂 the air is silent after his outburst

𐐪𐑂 it seems like all the air is stuck in your throat, no words forming as she stares at him

𐐪𐑂 aaron lets out a breath

𐐪𐑂 “i’m in love with you. and the last time i was in love with somebody it didn’t end well…”

𐐪𐑂 “so you were an asshole?”

𐐪𐑂 “i thought i was protecting you… from me”

𐐪𐑂 “i… i work too much and i’m a hard ass and i don’t let people in i… i’m hard to love. and i thought by being a dick to you i could get over you or… or make you go away but”

𐐪𐑂 “god you just kept coming back with that stupid fucking smile that lit up the entire floor and it just pissed me off because i wanted to be the reason for that”

𐐪𐑂 “and… i guess i didn’t realize that i was just hurting you worse by not being honest… and for that i’m very sorry”

𐐪𐑂 “i’m sure you are extremely hard to love” it’s a whisper

𐐪𐑂 “but if you give me a chance then i’d love to try…”

[junipers-archive]

Sweet-Tooth

Word Count: 700

Includes: fluff, fluff, fluff, you have a sweet tooth and one day while staying late at work Aaron find out and can't help but listen!!

Its late. Very late; way above your pay-grade to be staying at the office late. And yet here you are stationed at your desk, you're almost sure you're the only one left.

That is until you hear a noise from the office's kitchen, and really you're not one for believing in ghosts but in that moment you had your doubts...

"Hello? Is anyone there?"you start toward the area when you bump into someone.

"y/n..." Of course, of course Aaron is the only one left here. His hands ghost his collar in attempt to fix his non-existent tie out of nervous habit. "What- uh What're you doing here so late?"

In truth, you'd been nodding off every hour in attempts to catch up on paperwork and had been living off of valentines day chocolate you'd bought yourself. But you were so not telling that to your boss, no matter how cute and approachable he looked with no tie, ruffled hair and slightly open button-down.

"I-I was just doing some paperwork"

"Right...do you need some help?"

Yes. "N-no, just uh maybe some sugar?"

He steps aside to let you through, "You mean coffee?"

"No I mean..." You should've just stayed at your cubicle. "I have this thing about sugar, its the only thing that works to keep me awake."

He raises an eyebrow at this so you continue. "I-well ever since I was little I could only stay up late if I had some type of sugar, I tried all types of other ways, coffee, energy drinks you name it, I've tried it."

He's leaning against the counter now looking concerned though you swear you could see a twinge of amusement in his eyes.

"And...none of these...methods have worked?"

You smile then, "Have you ever seen me drink coffee in the mornings? You could say I'm a tad sweet-toothed"

"And you don't have any sugar on you now?"

"I-uh I ran out, i had these valentines day chocolates but I finished them a few hours ago..."you start to mumble at the end of your sentence, realizing how ridiculously pathetic you'd sound if you told the truth

He hums in response and you now understand how awkward you've made the encounter and begin to retreat to your cubicle. but of course the universe would never allow you such an easy way out.

"Y/n."

"Yea Hotch?" In fear of him seeing you smiling like an idiot for the hundredth time at just hearing him say your name, you keep your back to him.

"Go home. You can work on the paperwork tomorrow."

Now you turn. "Its really no big deal, and I'm behind, and its my own fault for-"

"Go home, and thats an order." Except he doesn't say it like its an order, he says it with his lopsided-Hotch smile that sends butterflies swarming in your stomach.

"Fine" you breathe out your reply, pretending you're in a rush to get out of his sight to hide the fact you're once again grinning because he cares.

✧✧✧✧✧

The next day you're called into on a case at the way-too-early hour of 5:30am.

The next hours are filled with the reviewing of said case and the gathering of go-bags.

It isn't until you're on the plane nodding off as Derek speaks about whether or not the team in dealing with a sadistic serial killer that you catch Hotch watching you.

But he's not just watching you, he's headed towards you.

Before you can react or right yourself He's handing you a box of 'see's candies chocolates'.

"I-uh I thought you might need a pick-me up seeing as you were at the office so late last night."

Is the Aaron Hotchner blushing right now?

You accept the box wordlessly, trying to to ignore the team's stares as Hotch returns to his seat and you stuff your mouth full of the chocolate covered caramel bites.

That is until Reid speaks, "I'm sorry did-did I miss something?"

And with that the silence ends as JJ smacks him upside the head, making everyone on the plane laugh.

Emily Whispers in your ear the one thing you were sure you'd never here from any of them.

"I think you just charmed Hotch with your sweet-tooth"

[hotchsway]

Hotch as your boyfriend

When you started dating him he was very much to himself he tried his best after Hailey died

Once the relationship started going everyone noticed a side of Hotch that no one expected once Morgan started teasing him till he got 10x the load of paperwork and he got quiet afterward which made you giggle

One time you where having a hard time Hotch made sure you where right by his side even if it has to do talking with local PD

One time you accidentally spilled coffee on your files Hotch made sure you were ok since he usually doesn’t let this slide with the team

Once you overheard Emily and Morgan that hitch was harder on them than you and it didn’t end well when Hotch found out

When y’all are in your hotel rooms or at home Hotch is very soft…he is very much a kissy person he’s like “Babe today the way you stood your ground..” *SMOOCH* “…I really loved it*

When y’all are sharing a bed he LOVES to cuddle obviously but when y’all are busy solving cases hes very professional and stern but sometimes he’s like “Babe are you okay🥹” everyone notices he’s like “*ahem* Are you okay? 😐” but he can’t help hearing giggles from the team

When Rossi first found out that y’all where dating he told Hotch “I’m proud of you…don’t let this one go”

Emily, Penelope and JJ LOOOOVES girls nights with you. When y’all aren’t talking about celebrities y’all are talking about Hotch and they told you “He’s very clingy at work” and your like “No he’s not he’s just professional” and they’re like “Have you seen him all Googly eyed when he’s around you or when you walk in”

Morgan LOOOVES getting in trouble with Hotch because when the two of you walk in Morgan is like “Well it isn’t the hottest couple” and Emily is trying not to giggle because she knows Morgan is about to get that eval once y’all get back to Quantico

Y’all are the Doberman bf and the orange cat/the golden retriever

[svu-ncis-criminalminds]

Learning to Trust Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

Words : 1697

Series Summary: Things with your boss were becoming complicated, but they became even more complicated when an Unsub sought you out and began targeting you. Can a relationship that hasn’t even officially begun survive this?

“Garcia is getting a complete background on our victim, Joshua Kelly.” JJ assured everyone, entering the conference room. You glanced up from where you had been staring blankly at the list of books from your apartment that CSI had sent over. You didn’t even remember owning some of these. 

“Y/N, have you noticed any missing books yet?” Rossi asked, his eyes gentle but voice slightly prodding. You grunted, tossing the paper away from you with an angry shake of your head. 

“No. I mean, I’ve been collecting books my whole life, I have no idea what is on all those shelves, there’s books I haven’t opened in years,” Hotch stood from his seat at the head of the table, sensing your frustration. He went to the evidence board that was painfully blank and drew everyone’s attention. 

“Let’s switch gears,” He decided, “Let’s stop focusing on what isn’t at that crime scene, let’s look at what we do have at this one.” Rossi watched you a moment more before turning to Hotch.

“The stab wounds were shallow,” He supplied.

“Besides the last one, which hit his heart, and was the deepest.” Emily added on. 

“Sixteen wounds, and another note.” You chewed on the nail bed of your thumb, leg bouncing slightly as you thought. “Why him?” No one had an answer for that question, not yet. 

Over the course of the day, two more white boards were added to the room, filled with lists of possible leads, even if most of them were grasping at straws. You don’t know when you began to doze off in your chair, pictures of the murder scene strewn out in front of you. 

When you were gently shaken awake, the conference room was dark, and everyone besides Aaron was gone. 

“Wha-?” You inquired sleepily, and Hotch handed you your coat, your bag already slung over his shoulder. 

“It’s late, I sent everyone home, we can start fresh tomorrow.” He assured you, and you sat up, shaking your head. 

“We can’t just keep starting fresh tomorrow, we have no idea when or who he’s going to kill again, Aaron, I-”

“Y/N,” He interrupted you, leaning down so you were eye level. “You need to sleep, this is an incredible amount of pressure you’re under, you-” This time you cut him off by pushing your chair back and standing quickly. You walked towards the board in the center of the room. 

“I need to stay,” You whispered. You stood there for a moment, staring intently, but not seeing anything. Your vision blurred, and then you realized why; you were crying. 

“Y/N,” Aaron came to stand next to you, both of you facing forward. 

“He was so young.” Your lips trembled as you spoke, a shaky hand coming up to push some hair from your face. 

“I know.” Aaron let out a small sigh, “I’m sorry.” You glanced at him.

“You didn’t do anything.” 

“I know.” The corner of his mouth barely turned up, “I can still be sorry.” You gazed at each other for a moment before finally you broke eye contact, looking back at the boy on the board; Joshua. He had a name, a life, a family. Now he was gone, because of you, and you weren’t doing anything to stop it. 

“Does the name Cathrine Kelly mean anything to you?” You thought about it for a moment before shaking your head. 

“I don’t think so. Why?” 

“That’s his mother’s name. I thought maybe there was a connection. Garcia is still digging for the father.” You nodded, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you thought hard. “Come on,” Hotch put a gentle hand on the small of your back, beginning to guide you towards the door, “Let’s go.” 

“Daddy!” Jack screamed out, running full speed towards his father and colliding unceremoniously into his legs. Aaron caught him and scooped him up into a big hug, and when Jack pulled back he smiled warmly at you, “Hi Ms. Y/N,” He greeted and you returned the small smile.

“Hi Jack, how was school today?” You asked, watching as he wiggled back out of his dad’s arms, running towards the kitchen.

“We learned about the solid system, wanna see?”

“Solar, Jack,” His aunt corrected him, in a tone that could only mean he had been corrected several times already. You smiled at the woman and she returned it before looking at Aaron, “I will see you in the morning?” 

“Yes, thank you again, goodnight,”

“Goodnight!” She waved to both of you before disappearing out of the front door, and Aaron took a moment to alarm the house. Jack reappeared in the hall, looking impatiently at the both of you. 

“Come see my planets,” He requested, and he looked precious, in his little superman pajamas. Hotch smiled at his son and you felt your chest tighten at the display. 

“I will look, but then it’s bedtime, okay?” 

“Yes, daddy,” He promised, and you followed the Hotchner men into the kitchen, where Jack had all his pictures displayed on the kitchen counter. 

“This is a wonderful art gallery, Jack,” You assured, feeling a bit of relaxation seeping into your body for the first time that day as the boy beamed up at you. Aaron kept the showing brief before excusing himself to go put Jack to bed. 

“Hey,” You glanced away from the book shelf you had been scanning and smiled softly.

“Hey,” You were both silent for a moment before Aaron nodded back down the hallway.

“I’m going to go to bed, do you, I mean, are you going to stay up? You could,” He stopped talking and you were surprised by the uncertainty the usually confident man was displaying. 

“I’ll go to bed.” Although he didn’t fully ask, you both understood what he meant, as you followed him back towards his bedroom. The door clicked shut, and you watched as the men began to slowly get ready for bed, like he knew you were watching him. He took his phone from his pocket, placing it on the charger, before taking his watch off, placing it on the nightstand. You stood lamely in the middle of the room, hands twitching slightly. 

“Alright?” The question shook you from your trance and you nodded. 

“I need my go bag,” You replied softly, and Aaron glanced towards the door, then his dresser. 

“Do you want a t-shirt?” He asked, not making eye contact. You hesitated. Your bag was simply in another room, maybe twenty steps away. And yet you found yourself whispering a small reply of ‘yes’. Hotch stripped off his tie and suit jacket before going to the dresser and pulling out two shirts, handing you one. You continued to watch as he removed his dress shirt, and under shirt, before replacing it with the fresh sleep shirt. He looked at you again, and you were quickly spurred into motion at being caught watching. You turned away, removing your own blazer and blouse and replacing it with his shirt. You removed your bottoms and turned back to him, seeing the man already climbing into bed. You went to the other side, turning the lamp off before getting in as well. 

You laid there for some time, in the dark, letting the silence consume you both. Something brushed against your fingers, and a moment later there was a hand clasping yours. He squeezed, and you squeezed back, holding tight. 

“It’s going to be okay, I promise.” His voice enveloped you in the quiet bedroom and you nodded, mostly to yourself, “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” 

“I know.” You whispered, squeezing again, “I know, Aaron.” But it wasn’t you that you were worried about. 

You woke to a deep rumble beneath you, and you groaned slightly, closing your eyes tighter and curling up into yourself more. Only it wasn’t yourself. You blinked your eyes open, and in the light of the very early morning you saw; you, cuddled up to Hotch’s side, his own arm around you as he talked on the phone, eyes still shut.

  “Yes. Yes, thank you. I will see you soon.” When the call ended his head fell back against the pillow, and you slowly lifted your head from his chest, scooting back in the bed. “There’s another body.” Your stomach dropped. “We should get up.”

“Okay,” 

Written on the wall of a beautiful living room was your next clue, you were met with the red words on a cream background as soon as you entered the house. 

“Shall fair ladies never learn that I,

from blows me shielding, backward turned me;

nor shall ever Ingibiorg taunt me,

in Sigtúna sitting, that from sword-blows I fled.“

Reid read from behind you.

“Is it medieval?” Emily asked, stopping beside you as you stared up at the words. 

“Ingibiorg Finnsdottir.” You stated flatly, and Rossi turned to look at you, 

“I beg your pardon,” 

“Ingibiorg Finnsdottir.” You repeated, things beginning to click. “She was a great beauty in Norway, in the eleventh century. There were viking ships found with carvings, ballads written about her.” 

“So it’s an ancient Norwegian ballad?” Hotch asked, “Why?”

“I don’t know that yet.” You shook your head, “Where is the body?” You were led through the house, upstairs, and into the master bedroom. 

Panic, pure panic, the first time you’d felt it entirely since you saw your house was torn to pieces. You stared down at the man on the floor, vision once again going blurry. You took a step back, knocking into something solid and almost falling forward onto the body. A hand caught you as you yelped, jumping back. Your world felt like it was crashing around you as your team looked on, worried. Hotch didn’t remove his hand from your shoulder, squeezing tight, keeping you grounded. 

“What?”

  “I…” You started, “I have good news.” You whispered, not looking away from the man’s face. The room remained quiet around you, “I know our list of victims.” 

“But?” Emily pressed, seeing the panic and fear in your eyes. You looked away from the man and to her, swallowing thickly. 

“It’s the same list of suspects.”

[patrickispinky]

Derek: are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Emily: i'm the knife

Jj: *from across the room* she's the little spoon

[spentfromspence]

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

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

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

Y/N: …Is it working…?

[reidsc0nverse]

pov your instagram when dating spencer reid pt 5

so it seems everyone loves these lol (i can do other characters from diff shows too btw just ask!!)

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(y/n) So babysitting was fun

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AaronHotchner You guys are never babysitting Jack ever again.

-> (y/n) it was his idea hotch 🙄

-> AaronHotchner For Reid to hit him in the head with a baseball bat???

-> spencerreid1 Yes.

-> (y/n) go ahead and ask him

-> AaronHotchner ...

jjareau Y/n I really hope this isn't how you guys get the boys to sleep...

-> emilyprenty I mean if it works 🤷🏻‍♀️

-> (y/n) @/emilyprenty exactly

paparossi Maybe you two shouldn't be parents...

-> spencerreid1 This method was never in any parenting books but it should be.

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(y/n) power outage in the bureau ‼️‼️

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derekm The generators kicked on literally three minutes later

-> (y/n) didnt stop spence from screaming like a little girl

-> spencerreid1 @/(y/n) I did not.

-> emilyprenty We all heard it reid don't lie to yourself

princesspennyg Squad 😎

-> (y/n) ong 💯

-> jjareau For real

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(y/n) Brought him to barbie (he cried)

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princesspennyg Okay but who DIDNT cry??

-> paparossi I didnt

-> AaronHotchner @/paparossi Dave you were a blubbering mess don't even.

-> (y/n) HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

-> emilyprenty LMAO

spencerreid1 I'm glad to say I'm not a Ken.

-> (y/n) but you are kenough baby

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(y/n) Im obsessed with him

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jjareau Awwwww

-> spencerreid1 I know right. :)

-> (y/n) @/spencereid1 shut up

derekm You have to wake up to THAT every morning

-> emilyprenty yeah instead of me

-> (y/n) @/emilyprenty 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[dxhxe]

emily is always so special 🥰🫶

[panqueen]

Oneshot Story: Boss’s Neice

Spencer Reid x Y/n Hotchner (Hotch’s neice)

Warning: Sexual remarks (fluff, unwanted sexual comments/remarks and slightly angry Hotch)

Y/n’s features: h/l = hair length, h/c = hair colour, e/c= eye colour.

Spencer holds his overly sugared coffee walking into the BAU when he sees a woman with h/l h/c facing away from him laughing with Morgan.

“Morgan I swear one day you’ll hit on the wrong woman” the woman hits his arm laughing.

“Ah! Pretty boy! Meet hotch’s neice” Morgan called over to Spencer noticing his confused look watching the woman.

The woman turned around with a smile on her face finally having the chance to meet the boy genius she’s been told about.

Spencer’s heart picks up when he sees her beautiful smile and her twinkling e/c. He can feel his hands become clammy as she continues to smile at him.

“Hello Dr.Reid I’m Y/n Hotchner” Y/n sticks her hand out for him to shake.

Spencer looks at her hand and before Morgan can inform her that he doesn’t like hand shakes Spencer grabs her hand shaking it smiling down at her.

Morgan’s eyes widen slightly until a knowing smirk replaces it as he raises his eyebrows at Spencer knowingly.

“It’s been great meeting you Dr.Reid but I really should get back to work” Y/n smiles up at the young genius.

“Spencer..call me Spencer” Spencer mumbles feeling the heat reach his cheeks.

“Okay Spencer it was great meeting you I’ll see you later” Y/n steps away walking to Hotch’s office to bring his requested files.

“Well pretty boy get used to her being here, she’s Hotch’s new assistant” Morgan pats Spencer’s shoulder smirking at his awestruck smile.

Later Y/n is practically running through the BAU with her coffee in her hand when she runs into a taller slim frame. Her coffee falls onto the floor in front of her and she scrambles to pick up the paperwork that fell with it.

“I’m so incredibly sorry, I can be so clumsy and lost in my own world..” Y/n rambles bending down to pick up the papers quickly.

A few men in the office notice and make comments between themselves that are not unheard by the embarrassed young woman with coffee spilled on her shoes and her papers scattered everywhere.

She tries to hide her increasingly red face at their advances about her.

“It’s alright Research shows that brain function, from information processing to telling your body how to move, plays a role in coordination and when people are stressed or anxious their brain processes movements differently..” Spencer rambles trying to distract her from the comments that the men around her are making.

He bends down helping to pick up the scattered paper.

“You’re really smart I admire that” Y/n stands up fixing the papers when they’re all picked up.

Spencer feels the heat rise up to his cheeks again at the young woman’s compliment as he stands up practically towering over her watching as she focuses on the papers with a determined expression on her face.

“Geez if she’s clumsy with running I wonder if she has good movement in the bedroom”

“Dude come on have you seen her of course she does”

Spencer isn’t a violent person he never has been but when he heard the men continue to make comments about Y/n and when he saw the embarrassment on her face he wanted to make them pay but before he could say something someone stepped in.

“Is that any way to speak about a lady I don’t think so, so either get out of here or I make you regret it” Morgan speaks up walking over hearing what the men were saying and seeing the look on Y/n’s face.

The two men hurriedly leave the room into the elevator.

“You alright little Hotch?” Morgan asks the young woman feeling concerned.

“I’m fine nothing I’m not used to, Thank you both of you” Y/n smiles at them walking back to her desk feeling embarrassed and down on herself.

“Poor girl all she wanted was to work with her uncle after she finished school and now she gets catcalled by assholes who happen to work here” Morgan scoffs mentioning the two men.

“They wouldn’t work here if Hotch found out” Spencer said out loud thinking to himself.

“I never pictured you to be so mischievous pretty boy” Morgan pats his shoulder smiling at him before walking to Hotch’s office to tell him about the incident.

Hotch leaves out of his office walking over to Y/n’s desk and feels his heart break a bit seeing the saddening look on her face while she looks down at her skirt questioning if it was what she was wearing that caused the extra attention.

“You did nothing wrong”

Y/n’s body turns to see her uncle smiling at her, she smiles back nodding her head.

“Some people are just assholes” he says quietly not wanting anyone else to hear.

He smiles when he hears his niece laugh at his secretive comment about the two men from before.

“Hotch I was just coming to find you to talk about this morning” Spencer shuffles on his feet noticing Y/n smiling up at him.

“All taken care of” Hotch nods at him walking to someone else’s desk to discuss something.

Y/n turns her head back to Spencer and smiles when she notices his nervousness.

“Thank you” Y/n steps forward wrapping her arms around his waist resting her head on his chest feeling his heart rate pick up from the contact.

Spencer normally wouldn’t hug anyone due to the germs that come with a single hug but he couldn’t bring himself to step away from the woman hugging him.

He looks around meeting a hardened glare from Hotch who’s watching the interaction with a watchful eye.

Hotch’s eyes softened when he sees the happy content look on his niece’s face and decides to not say anything going back to his conversation.

Spencer brings his arms up wrapping them around her back smiling when he feels her snuggle her head into his chest more letting out a content sigh.

Morgan and Garcia are across the room with the biggest smiles knowing that their boy genius and little Hotch will be together in no time.

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[inkdrinkerworld]

hotch and reader who've had a fight so he's testy and short fused with the team all day till david/emily call you to tell you to come over to the bau and sort it out so he's not so difficult to work with

in hindsight, it was a stupid to be upset with each other over. you're both adults, so there's no way that between work and chores that you'd both see each other as much as a normal couple.

you and aaron were really just missing each other and couldn't get enough of each other to the point where you both came resentful at the ringing phones and being stolen away for work.

you weren't ready to let the fight be and neither was aaron. you just didn't know how bad he was taking it till your phone was pinging at work.

there's a million texts from his co-workers begging you to make up so he isn't so snappy and mean. even rossi texted.

with a sigh, you say, "i'm going for lunch," and grab your bag and head to the precinct.

when you get there, you see the chaos your husband has caused. there's more people than necessary in the bullpen, desks are crowded and people are walking around with hurried steps.

"what's going on?" you ask spencer as you spot him in the kitchenette.

"hotch is making everyone redo case reports, apparently it's not up to par." he's stirring an ungodly amount of sugar into his coffee. "i think he just needs to feel busy so he doesn't mull over your falling out."

spencer had gotten like a brother over the years you and aaron had been together and he's a damn good profiler so you're not surprised him or anyone else is aware of your fight.

"i'll go talk to him," spencer pats your shoulder, a marker of good luck as you weave through bodies to get to your husband's office.

you knock and his gruff, 'come in' isn't the least bit shocking. fights with him can consume him because he feels it's all his fault and that if something bad is happening it's because of him.

"aaron?" you mumble, skin clammy as you step into the hot, dark office.

"y/n, what are you doing here?" not honey. so he's still pretty pissed off.

"david said you weren't having the best day ever, so i thought we'd better sort the fight out." you say plainly as you sit on the lip of his desk.

you watch aaron's eyebrows crease to meet each other and then smooth out a couple times. "you know it's not your fault that we don't see each other as much as we'd like to, don't you?" you ask and watch your husband's shoulders sag.

"it's not yours either," he says softly, ashamed that he had implied that to you when you'd suggested having a day with just you two. "work is just work."

you nod, your hands reaching for his chair and rolling it closer to you. "it's hard, we both work odd hours, and that's fine." you reassure him, hands lost in his glossy hair. "but we have days off to take, even if it's just one."

aaron nods, letting his forehead fall to your sternum with a sigh. "i'm not mad at you for having a job like this, one that you love. i'd never ask you to leave it either, we just need to get better at managing our time together." you whisper the words as you continue playing with his hair.

"i'd never ask you to leave your either. i'm sorry everything got so convoluted." he says and you smile, kissing the crown of his head.

"i'm sorry too, my love." aaron raises his head and presses his lips to your jaw. "though, i think you need to apologise to david and the rest of the team. they've got agents from every department in the bullpen."

aaron sighs, his arms wrapping around your waist. "let them be busy for a little while longer, haven't had quiet time with my wife in a little while."

[velvetcloxds]

too shy to come off anon but how about dbf hotch comforting reader after a case made national news so they ended up seeing how dangerous his job can really get?? love ur writing :)

SWEET NOTHING | A.H.

word count: 0.9k

warnings: age gap, mentions of danger, aaron is reader's neighbour, dbf aaron

You hadn't said a single word since you'd sat down for dinner and Hotch was notably concerned. It had become a sort of unspoken tradition for him and Jack to join your family for dinner the night after Hotch closed a case and this tradition though not at all in your honour was one of the only good things about being a university student still living with your parents. You and he hadn't quite found your footing in terms of managing your secret relationship yet, you didn't always find the right time or place to meet up without suspicion which meant that moments like these where the time and place were already set up, it was like a gold rush for you. You'd spend the whole night talking his ear off, absolutely drowning in nerves every time you'd catch one of his stolen glances while your dad was talking about some boring business deal that he'd settled.

"That last case of yours was a real tough one," your dad noted before a bite of pasta, your mom humming in agreement as she snuck another roll into Jack's plate, the little guy not all that fond of her broccoli pasta surprise, especially when he found out the surprise was cauliflower. "We were watching the news just before you came," you cringed at that, you attempted to hide it by taking a sip from your wine glass, but you weren't all that smooth, trying just a little too hard to avoid his gaze when he looked over at you.

You tried your hardest to ignore the rest of the conversation, helping Jack put butter on his roll and talking softly about what he learned at school that week, completely ignoring the other side of the table. It was a good thing because if you were paying attention, you'd have heard Hotch changing the subject in favour of staring at you and when you finally looked up from your plate you were surprised to find yourself alone at the table with him.

"Honey," you stood up, nearly knocking your chair over from the speed of the gesture, gathering the remaining plates from the table and walking with the pile to the kitchen. You knew he'd follow, knew he'd be concerned with your silence, your odd behaviour, and if you were any better at hiding your feelings, you'd have tried to act normal, act unbothered by the very detailed, very gruesome clips you'd seen of your partner, your person, all bloodied and bruised explaining what terrible person he'd just come face to face with.  You'd always known that what Aaron does is extremely dangerous you'd have to be foolish to act like it wasn't, but seeing him like that, hearing what he had to go through it was more overwhelming than you thought it would be. Having a vague idea and knowing explicit details were very different, for your head and for your heart.

The door closed behind you, your hands frozen in place as they hovered under the cold water running from the tap, heating up slightly every second, his footsteps were piercing in the otherwise silent room and when he stilled behind you there was a suffocated breathe that filtered into the air, your lips retracting into a tight pout shortly after.

“Honey,” the repetition of the simple word made your heart clench into a ball inside your chest, and you realized that though you had no true control of the urge to give him the silent treatment, it was also not entirely fair, so you leaned back, hitting his chest, sighing softly and allowing his arms to circle your waist in an instant. “I’m okay,” it was a simple statement, nothing more than you needed so you nodded, drying your hands before folding them over his.

“You sure?” he hummed lightly, kissing the back of your head and you felt his grip tighten around you, it was all a little backward really for him to be comforting you when he was the one you were worried about. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” two squeezes, one for you and one for him and third just because he felt the moment needed it. There was more to be said, a bunch of questions still fuzzy in your head, a bunch of explanations still ready in his but `it wasn’t the time, you didn’t need some big declaration, you wanted to know he was okay, and he needed to know you believed it. “I should go check in with your dad.”

“Bear, can we just…” your fingers dug into his skin before he could even think of stepping back, letting your head lull back onto his shoulder, satisfied when he kissed your forehead in the new position. “Can we just have a few more minutes, just need a few more seconds in your arms.”

“I think we’re safe for a little longer,” he concluded, and you melted, his arms were like a safety net, and you were happily cocooned in his hold, eyes closed and swaying lightly. He wished he could allow himself to sink into the moment with you instead of staying hyper-aware of every sound and movement in the rest of the house, count the seconds to consider how much time it was taking in the kitchen when he was expected back in the living room but he did allow himself a guilty fourth squeeze, eyes full of love stealing a longing glance to fill every fleeting second with you.

[ameliora-j]

Hey, hope you're doing good today 🤠 a blurb or HC on Sugar Daddy!Hotch coming home to reader 🥺👉🏾👈🏾

hi baby !! i’ve missed you on my page 🥹 i’m doin good how are you ? 🩷

content: fluff, sugar daddy!hotch, sugar baby!reader, fem!reader, suggestive at the end, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

you sit on your large california king, painting your toes quietly. aaron was due home tomorrow night, and you wanted to make sure you were ready. you showered—shaving and exfoliating with all the expensive products that aaron had bought you. once you finished your shower, you had latered yourself in cocoa butter, and done your skincare routine.

you now have on your sheer pink fluffy robe—newest iphone propped up on your nail supply box as you facetime with aaron. your chin rests on your knee, funny bunny nail polish brush in hand as you delicately color your toes.

“why are you painting them yourself, princess? i would’ve sent money to get a pedicure” he frowns softly as he stops at a red light. he was in the car, driving back to the hotel for the night he had told you.

“i know daddy, jus wanted to pamper myself tonight” you explain, smiling softly at him. you gently fan your hand over the wet toes, attempting to dry them a bit before pushing them under the led light aaron got you after you complained about a nail tech not curing your nails correctly one time and needing to fix it.

he hums softly in understanding, turning his attention back to the road as the light turns green once more. “i miss you a lot” you pout softly.

“would you believe that i miss you even more, princess?” he smiles genuinely then, though still doesn’t look at you. you lean forward and snap a quick picture of him—his face illuminated by the gentle golden hour glow, smile dazzling in the sunlight.

your face heats a bit at his sentiment, and you smile softly. “jackers misses you too. jessica took him tonight, he fell asleep on the ride home from the waterpark and she told him she was making him monster pancakes in the morning” you giggle.

“oh yeah? did you ask for some monster pancakes too?” he teases, and you can’t deny that he looks undeniably sexy doing a simple task like driving as he pulls into a parking space.

“no, dickhead!” you giggle, throwing a paper towel at your phone screen.

he chuckles softly, humming a bit. “watch it, princess” he warns—gentle, but firm as he knows you’re only teasing. it’s a warning really, letting you know that you’re teetering close to the line.

“yes, daddy” you smile softly, and he hums a gentle ‘good girl’ as he gets out.

“i’m gonna head into the elevator soon, princess. so i’ll call you when i’m in the room, okay?” he smiles.

“okay, daddy. i love you” you smile.

“i love you too, gorgeous” he hums before hanging up.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ °

you have the tv turned up pretty loud, getting comfortable after you and aaron had hung up the phone. you knew that he was going to shower and settle in before calling again, so you had time to watch a bit more of your show.

once your toes had finished curing, you got everything pulled away and curled into your silk sheets, making yourself comfortable. the volume of the tv explains why you didn’t hear the door unlocked, and your focus on the show explains why you didn’t hear his shoes clicking up the stairs.

it was just getting to an intense part as aaron opened the door, the creaking of the hinges startling you a bit—causing you to jump. “aaron…” you gasp softly as you turn and see him.

“hi, pretty girl” he smiles softly. you stand from the bed, rushing over snd wrapping your arms around his middle in a tight hug. he hums in appreciation, hugging you back just as tight as he kisses your head. “missed you more than anything” he whispers, breathing in your scent.

it’s delicious. cocoa butter and a hint of vanilla—just you… home. “i missed you too” you murmur, leaning up and kissing his jaw. “you’re back early” you whisper, nuzzling against his chest.

“we finished early” he explains, rubbing a large, warm hand up your back. “wanted to surprise you” and he kisses your head once more. “well…since you just showered, how bout you let me cleaned up a bit, then we can cuddle and… make up for lost time” he smirks, squeezing your hip as he kisses your jaw.

“yeah daddy. that sounds good…” you hum softly, closing your eyes in pleasure as he nips your neck. “i’ll keep the bed warm for you” you whisper, smiling softly.

[junipers-archive]

Dating Aaron Hotchner Headcannons

Short-ish and sweet headcanons about dating hotch

Warnings: none (sfw)

he treats you like a princess

im serious, date nights take place with dinner reservations and gifts

he's obsessed with treating you

Also has an obsession with being your first *for everything

This includes taking you to new places and gifting you the most outlandishly sweet gifts

One time you guys were heading home and he sprung tickets to your favorite band on you and you both almost crashed when you reached over to hug him

He's a total hover-boyfriend, he checks up on you constantly to make sure you're safe and you're comfortable

You were the first one to ever have him send a selfie that wasn't his work mandatory profile photo

You're photo is in his wallet

He'll never admit it but his favorite date to take you on is coffee mini-dates when you don't have time to do much else before he goes on a case-related trip

He's particularly fond of the burst of energy the coffee invokes in you because he gets to listen to you ramble about your favorite subjects

When he gets sick its your turn to dote on him and he takes with absolutely zero dignity, he is a gianormous baby when he gets sick and will 100% over exaggerate any symptoms of a cold

On your anniversary he rents out a movie theatre for the two of you to watch your favorite movie in private

Absolute romantic, im telling you once he gets past his emotional restraints he dotes on you like theres no tomorrow

You're the only one he'll dance with, slow dancing isn't his best skill, but he tries and he'll never admit it but if a faster-paced song comes on and he's had a little too much to drink he's not too bad

If he has to leave on a case really early and not wake you up, he'll leave you a letter telling you all details possible

Makes you breakfast before he leaves out of guilt most of the time

Constantly apologizes for leaving so quickly especially if you're on a date when he's paged, but ultimately makes up for it with hundreds of calls

Tries to break it of with you after a year because he doesn't think he gives you enough attention and believes you deserve better

Takes a long time to convince him otherwise, afterwards you move into together

literally loves you more than himself its alarming, and you try to accept his love without taking advantage of him

He'll also never admit to the fact but everyone see's how fond he is about being pampered

You take notice when he smiles-more-than-his-upside-down-hotch-smile as you gift him a new tie that you just had to get him while out shopping

You're each others favorite people

Your favorite past time is when he took you on a spontaneous date later in the day after a case that ended better than most

He took you to get ice cream and then up to an observatory near the airport to watch the planes take off and land as the sun set

Sometimes when you can sense him drifting after harder cases you pull him back with these types of dates (initiated by you) especially when he doesn't feel like talking

Also after you guys are together for a while you start testing out nicknames, you try all of them in the book before finding one he's fond of

You find he blushes the darkest shade when you refer to him as "hot stuff" but ultimately settle on bear

He likes to call you sweetheart when he's feeling loving, honey when he's doting on you and sunshine when you've done something very very right or very very wrong

All in all dating Aaron Hotchner is the dream

Or at least thats what you tell everyone when they catch you in the lobby on your way to pamper him

Also when Derek finds out you call him "hot stuff" on the down-low Hotch never hears the end of it

[ambers-archive]

who am i, darling to you (ii)

surrender to the sound

The low hum of the engine came to life as you found your seat on the plane. 

"So, let's go over what we know. The unsub targets honeymooning couples, but the question is, how does he manage to catch them off guard?" Hotch asked

He was seated across from you, and you pretended not to notice his eyes occasionally drowning into yours. 

You flipped around your case file, while your other hand was clutching onto your favorite book.

You know it inside out: it was your grandmother's favorite, and apparently your mother's as well. 

Some of the pages still smell like the incense she used, and her hair oil. 

It’s a relic, or time capsule you think. One of bedtime stories, sleepless nights, and memories just out of reach.

"Given the lack of signs of struggle at the crime scenes, it's possible that the unsub is either surprising them or has some form of control that keeps them compliant." Reid chimed in sitting next to you.

You two got along really well, he was the first one to strike a conversation with you since joining the team. Few days into your reassignment to the team he approached your desk. 

You were reading: And then there were none. 

He complimented your taste and went on to analyze it himself. "You know, one of the most intriguing aspects of the book is how it delves into the psychology of guilt and remorse. Each character in the story is haunted by their past actions, and their guilt ultimately becomes their downfall." 

And just like that he became one of your best friends. 

Emily offered you and Spencer some coffee as she took the seat across from you. You smiled at her; all of them were like family to you. Emily and Penelope, the sisters you never had.

And JJ like to the mother always wanted.

Sometimes you look around and can’t believe you have people around you, who love you, and want to spend time with you. 

It was nice, everyone on the team was really welcoming.  

Even Hotch, well as welcoming as he can be. 

At first you would get a brief nod from him, and sometimes when you delivered a profile correctly, a slight raise of his eyebrows and some stolen glances which you kept close to your heart. 

Recently though you’ve been getting occasional smiles, few compliments, and brief moments of laughter. But quick as they come, quicker they disappear. 

Morgan leaned forward from his seat next to Hotch, "But how does he target his victims in the first place? I mean, we're talking about well-prepared honeymooners, not easy targets."

"He could be monitoring their activities before attacking. The unsub might be studying them, learning their routines, and finding the perfect moment without raising suspicion." You said, it felt almost scary to you, the way you're able to dissect their behaviors, putting yourself in the mind of a serial killer, profiling, and going over the most heartbreaking cases.

You hunt, just like they did. 

And the patterns he left on the women are still stuck in the back of your head. He hates women.

(That much is clear)

"This type of power play, especially if it were done post-mortem, suggests a level of sadism." You continued. "These women most likely represent a source of his resentment." 

“So we're dealing with an unsub who targets couples, targets the women specifically, and is able to go into their rooms undetected." Emily said, "Should be easy enough." 

“Emily and I can go to the resort, ask for their security footage. There’s gotta be something we can find out.” Morgan said. 

“Since you have experience with sexual assault cases you and Reid go see autopsy results. See if these marks were post-mortem." Hotch said, looking over at you and Reid.

You were relieved you weren't paired with him, you overthought every decision around him.

And you could barely look him in the eye, your words often died out at the tip of your throat: impossible to convey words of much intelligence. 

The air in the coroner's office was thick. 

Of course temperature wise it was cool, and airy. Detached and void of anything warm. the victims bodies told so many stories. 

"These markings: they're deep stab wounds. They were also done post-mortem," Dr. Fields stated. "They are precise, not hesitation wounds—he knew what he was doing from the beginning."

"He seems to be targeting their femininity. This stems from a deep hatred for women," Spencer muttered.

"Or a woman," You interjected.

"You think these victims are surrogates for someone else in his life?" 

"The time and effort it takes someone to inflict these wounds takes determination. This sort is indicative of someone affected by past trauma."

"What can we know about husbands?" Spencer asked, redirecting the focus to the examiner. 

"Whereas the women died from strangulation, the men were drowned, and it's assumed they were drowned in their hotel bathtub," Dr. Fields responded

"So he takes his time with the women, gets it over with with the men?" Spencer asked. 

"The time of death for the male victims was hours earlier than their wives. Maybe he wanted to eliminate the competition, wanted to enjoy his time alone with them?" You suggested. 

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"Strauss wants a briefing on this case." Hotch announced walking into the makeshift briefing room. It was a tiny station in a small town in Florida. 

Emily snorted, "So she can question everything we have so far about the profile?" 

"I'm not sure, but it sounded urgent that she wants to talk to the whole team." Hotch replied by opening the laptop and starting the call to Quantico. 

"Hello agents." Strauss said as the call came to life, holding up the case files. "The director called, he wants to consider you going undercover. Due to the high popularity of this resort, and the timing in which these murders are being committed-"

"We might need to understand his patterns from within the environment he operates in." Hotch finished for her, 

A collective pause filled the room, and their words hung in the air, an uneasy silence passed through the team.

The team hadn't gone undercover in years. 

"Undercover?" Morgan broke the silence, "This team hasn't gone undercover for years, Hotch and I are the one of the only ones who's gone undercover, but never as a team."

"Going undercover as a honeymooning couple could give us an advantage. It might put us right where the unsub is likely to strike." Emily responded

"It could help us observe the surroundings, identify any potential patterns or anomalies that we might miss from an investigative standpoint." Reid said, agreeing with Emily. 

"This only calls for a couple since the unsub is targeting couples. We need two agents to pose as husband and wife." Strauss said

You sucked in a breath, the thought of going undercover sent shivers down your spine, you've done stimulations before, but the real thing? You push the feeling down as soon as it bubbles up.

You only joined a year ago surely they would want someone more experienced, someone who's shown themselves proved themselves to the team more. 

But before your mind could fall deeper into your thoughts the sound of Hotch's name coming from Strauss stopped you. "Based on your experience and being Unit Chief the director wants you at the forefront of it." Hotch nodded, looking at the rest of the team. 

"I would like to take Agent Prentiss since she has experience with Doyle-“

"Actually Agent, I believe it would be better if someone else went in with you."

 And suddenly you were the only one in the room, a pair of uneasy green eyes met yours, Hotch raising his eyebrows ever so slightly. 

And if you were crazy enough you would think he looked worried.

 "With all due respect Ma'am I don't think she had enough field experience for this." 

"I am concerned about that, however it has been brought to my attention that our unsub has a type and they all have a resemblance to-“

"To me" You finished for her. trying to sit up straighter and slow the beatings of your heart as you meet hotch's eyes. "If we can use my cover as bait, I would know what to say and how to be careful around him-" 

Hotch looked over at you, calling out your name. "This is very risky, and dangerous not to mention doing a covert mission like this won't be easy." 

“I understand Sir, but-"

“I don’t want any of my agents going in a bait, the profile isn’t complete yet. We don’t know what we’re looking for.” Hotch responded, eyes still boring into yours. 

“Agent Hotchner we can’t wait until there are more victims, I’m sorry but it's the director's orders.” Strauss said, “We’ll send over the alias needed and with the information you have now it should be a simple task." And with that Strauss signed off, leaving only you and the team looking uneasy. 

"This could work, Aaron,” Rossi said, sitting off to the side scribbling absentmindedly on his notepad.  “While you two are undercover we can gather more pieces to the profile with your insight." 

"Let's go over the victims, affluent couples honeymooning, madly in love, never leaving each other's sides."

You only caught snippets of the rest of the conversation. You were too busy wondering why for the first time Hotch was avoiding you, his eyes were glued to the board not sparing you a second glance.