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10 Benefits of Cloud Computing course

Table of contents

 Introduction

Models of Cloud Computing

Why Cloud Computing?

Conclusion

FAQ’s

INTRODUCTION

In today’s fast-paced digital landscape, where connectivity and data are the backbone of businesses and individuals alike, the advent of cloud computing has sparked a revolution. Imagine a world where the traditional constraints of computing—physical servers, limited storage capacity, and costly infrastructure—are rendered obsolete. In this world, computing power is no longer confined to local hardware but instead flows effortlessly through the virtual corridors of the internet.

Cloud computing represents a paradigm shift—a fundamental reimagining of storing, processing, and accessing data. At its core, it is a model that offers computing services over the Internet, providing users with on-demand access to a vast array of resources, including servers, storage, databases, and software applications. This shift from owning and maintaining physical hardware to leveraging remote, virtualized resources has profound implications for businesses, organizations, and individuals alike.

The cloud has become an indispensable tool for driving innovation, enhancing productivity, and achieving strategic objectives, from the smallest startups to the largest multinational corporations. Its scalability, flexibility, and cost-efficiency have empowered organizations to adapt quickly to changing market conditions, experiment with new ideas, and deliver value to customers at unprecedented speed.

However, the significance of cloud computing extends far beyond its technological capabilities. It represents a democratization of computing power—a leveling of the playing field that enables startups and small businesses to compete on equal footing with established industry giants. It fosters collaboration and innovation, breaking down barriers to entry and unlocking new opportunities for growth and advancement.

MODELS OF CLOUD COMPUTING

Cloud computing is a transformative approach that leverages the internet to provide access to a wide range of computing resources and services on demand. Rather than relying on physical hardware and local servers, cloud computing enables users to access and utilize virtualized resources hosted on remote servers maintained by cloud service providers.

At its core, cloud computing offers three primary service models:

Infrastructure as a Service (IaaS): This model provides users with virtualized computing resources, such as virtual machines, storage, and networking capabilities, on a pay-as-you-go basis. Users have full control over the operating systems, applications, and development frameworks running on these virtualized resources.

Platform as a Service (PaaS): PaaS offers a complete development and deployment environment in the cloud, allowing developers to build, test, and deploy applications without worrying about the underlying infrastructure. PaaS providers manage the infrastructure, runtime, middleware, and development tools, enabling developers to focus solely on writing code.

Software as a Service (SaaS): SaaS delivers software applications over the internet on a subscription basis. Users access these applications through a web browser or API without needing to install or maintain any software locally. Popular examples of SaaS applications include email services, customer relationship management (CRM) platforms, and productivity suites.

In addition to these service models, cloud computing encompasses various deployment models:

Public Cloud: Public cloud services are provided by third-party vendors over the Internet and are available to anyone who wants to use or purchase them. These services are hosted and managed by the cloud service provider, offering scalability, flexibility, and cost-efficiency.

Private Cloud: Private cloud services are dedicated to a single organization and are typically hosted either on-premises or by a third-party provider. Private clouds offer greater control, security, and customization options compared to public clouds, making them suitable for organizations with strict compliance requirements or sensitive data.

Hybrid Cloud: Hybrid cloud combines public and private cloud environments, allowing organizations to leverage the benefits of both. It enables seamless integration between on-premises infrastructure and public cloud services, providing flexibility, scalability, and workload portability.

WHY CLOUD?

1.  Cloud: Your Virtual Growth Spurt

Scalability without boundaries: Easily increase or decrease resources based on demand, ensuring that your infrastructure can grow with your business needs.

Dynamic resource allocation: Allocate resources dynamically, optimizing performance and minimizing wastage.

Cost savings through efficient resource utilization: Pay only for the resources you use, avoiding unnecessary expenditure on idle infrastructure

The Freedom of Anywhere, Anytime Access

Remote access to data and applications: Access critical business data and applications from anywhere in the world, enabling remote work and enhancing productivity.

Increased productivity and flexibility: Empower employees to work on their terms, whether they’re in the office, at home, or on the go, leading to greater efficiency and work-life balance.

Enhanced collaboration across geographies: Break down geographical barriers and foster collaboration among teams spread across different locations, driving innovation and teamwork.

Innovation at the Speed of Imagination

Instant access to cutting-edge technologies: Leverage a wide range of cloud services and tools to experiment, prototype, and innovate rapidly without the need for upfront investment in infrastructure.

Rapid experimentation and prototyping: Quickly test new ideas and concepts, iterating at speed to bring innovative products and services to market faster.

Accelerated time-to-market for new ideas: Reduce time-to-market for new products and features by streamlining development and deployment processes, gaining a competitive edge in the marketplace.

Cost-Efficiency: Pay Only for What You Use

Elimination of upfront hardware costs: Avoid the capital expenditure associated with purchasing and maintaining physical hardware, shifting to an operational expenditure model that aligns costs with usage.

Predictable, pay-as-you-go pricing model: Enjoy predictable billing and budgeting with pay-as-you-go pricing, scaling resources up or down as needed without long-term commitments.

Optimal resource utilization, minimizing waste: Maximize resource utilization and minimize waste by scaling resources dynamically based on demand, optimizing cost-efficiency and performance.

Collaboration: Building Castles in the Clouds

Real-time collaboration on documents and projects: Collaborate seamlessly with colleagues and partners in real-time, editing documents, sharing files, and working together irrespective of location.

Seamless sharing of data and resources: Share data and resources effortlessly within and across teams, breaking down silos and facilitating cross-functional collaboration.

Enhanced communication and teamwork: Foster a culture of communication and teamwork with cloud-based collaboration tools, enabling employees to work together more effectively and efficiently.

Security: Fort Knox in the Cloud

Robust encryption and authentication mechanisms: Protect sensitive data with robust encryption and authentication mechanisms, ensuring that only authorized users can access critical resources.

Continuous monitoring and threat detection: Monitor cloud environments continuously for suspicious activity and potential security threats, proactively identifying and mitigating risks.

Compliance with industry standards and regulations: Ensure compliance with industry standards and regulations by leveraging cloud providers’ security certifications and compliance programs, minimizing legal and regulatory risks.

Disaster Recovery: Cloud’s Safety Net

Automated backup and recovery solutions: Implement automated backup and recovery solutions in the cloud, ensuring data integrity and availability in the event of a disaster or system failure.

Geographic redundancy for data protection: Replicate data across multiple geographic regions to ensure redundancy and resilience, protecting against data loss and minimizing downtime.

Minimized downtime and business continuity assurance: Minimize downtime and ensure business continuity by leveraging cloud-based disaster recovery solutions that enable rapid failover and recovery in case of disruptions.

Flexibility: Your Digital Shape-Shifter

On-demand resource allocation and scaling: Scale resources up or down on demand to meet changing business requirements, ensuring optimal performance and cost-efficiency.

Ability to adapt quickly to changing business needs: Adapt quickly to changing market conditions and business needs by leveraging the flexibility of the cloud, and deploying new services and applications rapidly.

Freedom to experiment and innovate without constraints: Experiment and innovate without constraints by leveraging cloud resources, and testing new ideas and concepts with minimal risk and investment.

Environmental Impact: Cloud’s Green Thumb

Energy-efficient data centers and infrastructure: Leverage energy-efficient data centers and infrastructure provided by cloud providers, reducing environmental impact and carbon emissions.

Shared resources leading to reduced carbon footprint: Share resources efficiently in the cloud, reducing overall energy consumption and carbon footprint compared to traditional on-premises infrastructure.

Contribution to corporate sustainability goals: Contribute to corporate sustainability goals by adopting cloud computing, aligning with broader initiatives to reduce environmental impact and promote sustainability.

Competitive Edge: Soar Above the Competition

Faster innovation cycles and time-to-market: Innovate faster and bring new products and features to market ahead of the competition by leveraging cloud computing’s agility and scalability.

Improved agility and responsiveness to market demands: Respond quickly to changing market conditions and customer demands by adapting and scaling resources dynamically in the cloud, staying ahead of competitors.

Enhanced customer experiences and satisfaction: Deliver superior customer experiences and satisfaction by leveraging cloud-based solutions to provide innovative products and services that meet customer needs and expectations.

CONCLUSION

Joining cloud computing opens doors to a world of endless possibilities. It’s about becoming part of a dynamic ecosystem where innovation thrives, opportunities abound, and boundaries are constantly pushed. In this realm, you’ll find yourself at the forefront of technological advancements, collaborating with brilliant minds from around the globe to tackle complex challenges and drive meaningful change. Embracing cloud computing isn’t just about a career—it’s about embarking on an exhilarating journey where every day brings discoveries and the chance to make a lasting impact.

FAQ’s

Q1) Which is the best Institute in Bengaluru to learn Cloud? 

Innovative Academy in Bengaluru provides the best Cloud learning courses in Bengaluru.

Q2)How is Cloud better than other networking platforms? Ans)

Read the above article “Why to Choose Cloud”.

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[zed-the-buggy]

rlly hate how the world has moved towards fast online shipping 4 everything bc i havent Personally moved into that philosophy at All

like im still in the mindset that like. if im buying smth online it should take on the scale of months to show up and cost 20 dollars to ship so i just never bother unless i dont need it right away and its really specific. so every time i order online i feel bad bc this thing i really dont need in such a hurry is being fast track flung across the Atlantic directly to my door in 3 calendar days and im just like please i dont even need this before the year flips.

but then for like normal items i just need i keep trying to find in-person locations that sell it and they just dont bc they have like 5 aisles and theyre all half empty like its the purge and if they do have what i need it's always like 15x more expensive than i can even afford despite being at a walmart.

especially when it comes to things i want to touch or look at before ever buying it really sucks bc sometimes there's just not in person options or only really bad ones

[iangallagherisadeadman]

post-s11 Tami definitely gets tired of Lip and leaves him.

yes, I do like them as a couple, I think it is an interesting dynamic and that Tami is good for him honestly, even though they lived completely different lives and crash so many times because of it throughout the last seasons.

fact is Lip won't ever change and will keep making the same kind of mistakes and she will get fed up with it eventually. they'll go different ways, maybe keep a somewhat friendly relationship, and she will get a new partner and Lip will have a Sean kind of relationship with Fred: that kid is the most important thing in his whole life and he's constantly hunted by the fear of drinking again and hurting Fred.

[youjusttryandstopme]

IT MIGHT OF TAKEN ME ABOUT EIGHT HOURD TOTAL, BUT GERSON IS DEFEATED AND I FEEL

VINDICATED!!!

[welivefast-dieyoung]

Actually I think Cassie should be able to kill Diddy. But like after a prolonged period of torture. A decade. MINIMUM. No, I'm not joking. I'm being dead serious. There should be absolutely NOTHING that is easy about that man's life ever again, not even fucking breathing. I want him to suffer when he's awake, suffer when he's asleep 24 hours a day, every day. NO BREAKS.

The things she was forced to do in the freak offs were INSANE. For 4 days?? STRAIGHT. Peeing in her mouth until she felt like she was choking???? RAPED?? Truly, without a doubt, absolutely DIABOLICAL and DEMONIC behaviour. The fact that he's made her relive all this is on the stand is heinous enough. But her doing it while she's HEAVILY pregnant???? He's SICK.

There isn't a depth of hell low enough, there isn't a punishment cruel enough, for that man. This mf is STILL tormenting her.

And I hope this RICO scoops up all his fucking little worker demons that were facilitating this shit because idgaf about how scared you were, or how broke you were, I would fucking DIE before I stood by and watched someone go through that shit.

[truestfeeiing]

hiiii if I’m not too late, I’d love to hear your answers to 4 and 12 🫶

hiii thanks so much for the ask, empress!!!! no omg you're not too late, i love to yap about writing and also listening to writers yap.... thank you so much....... as you can see, i've written far too much for a light read below. and i hope you don't mind spoilers (for my own work lol).

4. a story idea you haven't written yet

MELLOBOT!!! i'll discuss it briefly. Basically, it's a sci-fantasy au where something similar to the Kira case still goes down, but a Terminator-esque war between machine and humans break out (advent of AI, etc etc). Near creates a homunculus of Mello with the help of Gevanni in exchange for his services as an AI and android scientist, and so Near inadvertently becomes drawn into the side of the machines. Mellobot, as i've affectionately dubbed him, is an amalgam of developing AI and tissue engineering, so Near raises him from birth, essentially, and this time he makes sure Mellobot receives all the love the real Mello never got. As Mellobot grows older and learns the truth of his existence, the tides of war shift to the human side as AI technology destabilizes. Near has to grapple with his growingly complicated feelings about Mello, his believed-dead love interest, and Mellobot, technically his son but maturing quickly into the face of the man he loved and a painful reminder...

and, of course, who stands on the other side of the war, taking down war machines and thwarting cyber attacks? the living, breathing Mello!!!!!!!!!! Screams!!!!!!!!

it's a story that i have shared one snippet of, and i plan to end it at its climax. It will be Quite the longfic, it will be pretty angsty but more like, depressing and bittersweet? And philosophical? But it will be exciting, and quite sexy at times... heheh... /gets shot I'm happy about the idea because it incorporates a lot of sci-fi themes I love, but i admit that i need to read and research more before i can truly get started writing it.

12. a trope you're really into right now

100000% came-back-wrong stories. as you can see, both ikiryo and mellobot (temp name) are came-back-wrong stories, in a way. i just find something so deliciously tragic about reuniting with someone you love only to find them not quite the same as before... and how to fill that space of uncertainty: will there be new love, or will it destroy what little love remained? is it more painful to start over or continue a charade? pet sematary by Stephen King is a pretty good exploration of the psyche of how someone reaches a breaking point where they're willing to win back love, in whatever form they can get, even if it comes back not quite right (disastrously wrong).

some forms of came-back-wrong i really like: androids/robots breaking down/getting corrupted, ghosts returning from the afterlife, someone who gets irreversibly changed by their trauma, amnesia...

full list of asks here, i will answer any and all of them with burgeoning enthusiasm

[tealrambles]

i want to be offline forever but unfortunately theres people i care about on my devices. and also the only way i can get hired as an artist. and also my college work. which ties into that. GET ME OUT!!!

[kakusu-shipping]

This scene from Virtue's Las Reward with GTM-CM-G-OLM but instead of Luna, Sigma, and Alice being the dumbest dummies when it comes to technology it's just me going ham info dumping robot nonsense while I'm massaging his poor stiff joints and he's flirting with me the entire time

[wickedghxst]

i’m still pissed abt vtmb2 btw. how do you go from complete player freedom in character customization to limiting creativity by locking your character to an already established backstory & minimum of 300 yrs of history. it’s insulting.

[awkward-teabag]

You know what, I'm going to add to this after all. Ray tracing is a gimmick and infamous for how intensive it is on hardware where it updates in real time, such as in video games. Before it was considered at all feasible outside rendering CGI, there were other methods of simulating light that were far easier for hardware to handle and, honestly, the difference between them (I can't remember what the name of the algorithm is) and ray tracing is minimal.

Adding to the problem is video card manufacturers pushing it while not increasing the VRAM on cards that are now expected to handle ray tracing, NPC scripts/AI, all other graphics, and stream encoding at the same time. GPUs have not seen a meaningful increase in VRAM in years despite the push of 4k graphics and ray tracing.

Oh and handling generating in-between frames to increase FPS/hide poor optimisation and up-scaling from 1080p to 4k or 8k. Sometimes both at the same time (in addition to the rest).

Further compounding it is consoles using stripped down versions of GPUs but not allowing users to upgrade them or other hardware. At least not in an easy way that doesn't void the warranty.

There's only so much that can be off-loaded to other components and it is a Choice™ to decide not to include an option to disable features that minimally improve the graphics (I specify graphics since more than one game has been released where turning off ray tracing wasn't the first thing recommended to turn off if you wanted to hit 30+ FPS) but can and do overwhelm GPUs.

Mandatory Ray Tracing should be banned in games. Genuinely absurd to think the majority of consumers are running high performing RTX graphics cards.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

No guarantees but I might actually get to keep my job remotely!

[oswednesday]

thinking about the way mabel is still like bill-flagged even after everything like the way he describes her dreams over like anything else the way hes particularly cruel towards the others vs that,then theres mabel being like we gotta wear witch hats to the funeral we got to have for him that has ford, who lived in a fucking merge souls move in on the first gay date situationship with bill be like ? witch hats? funeral ?like what do you mean ? you should know he loves that stuff and then even her like hey you were murderous and mean is like way more playful (like this is her character but its adding to an overall) and her like dating breakup relationship advice treats him like a Person vs how others most often talk about him and then she puts a heart and eye sticker nearest/on the computer

[cinnabeat]

i cant even tell how far along in the game i am?

[sabotourist]

i replied with this

but honestly the brainworms took me so here it goes like this (in my soul)

and then crash accidentally references Red or #Nonny Knocks to Izzy during a fight and they both just combust on the spot

horrid concept: Izzie runs an askblog on the side for shits&giggles

supplemental idea: crash finds it in a way completely unrelated to Izzie not knowing what incognito mode is

not a bad idea. Ill think on it.

[charlotteking27]

My Woman

Carlos Sainz x reader

Summary: You're a Williams race engineer constantly battling sexist journalists. When Carlos finally intervenes, his declaration leaves you breathless: "I'm not defending you because you're a woman—I'm doing it because you're my woman."

Requested: yes by @totheluna

Warning: first-ever Carlos fanfic

The sun in Monaco cast long golden shadows across the Williams paddock as the afternoon faded into evening. The Mediterranean breeze carried the scent of sea salt and expensive cologne, mixing with the sharp smell of racing fuel and hot tarmac. You stood near the hospitality area, your Williams polo clinging to your body in the humid air. Tendrils of hair escaped your ponytail to frame your face as you finished your interview with Sky Sports.

The adrenaline from discussing tire strategies and aerodynamic updates still buzzed in your veins when you heard voices cutting through the ambient noise.

"I still don't understand why Williams hired her," one older journalist said to his colleague, his tone dripping with condescension as he gestured toward you with his coffee cup. "There are plenty of qualified men who could do that job better. Pretty little thing like that? She's probably only here because she's warming Sainz's bed."

Heat flooded your cheeks, mixing humiliation and anger. Your hands clenched into fists, manicured nails digging into your palms. You had sacrificed everything to reach this point—countless sleepless nights studying computational fluid dynamics and years proving yourself in junior categories while fighting twice as hard for half the recognition.

"Ignore them, cariño," a voice like warm honey and smoke said behind you.

You turned to see Carlos approaching, and your breath caught. He moved with the fluid grace of a predator, all lean muscle and controlled power beneath his fitted Williams shirt. The fabric stretched across his broad shoulders, and his dark hair was perfectly tousled from removing his cap. But it was his eyes that undid you—those deep brown pools that seemed to peer into your soul, now burning with barely contained fury as he had clearly overheard the conversation.

"Carlos, don't," you said, stepping back as he reached for you, your voice trembling. "I don't need you to defend me because I'm a woman. I can handle myself."

He froze, his hand suspended between you. Something dangerous flickered across his features. The setting sun caught the sharp line of his jaw, casting shadows that made him look otherworldly yet utterly masculine. When he spoke, his voice was low and gravelly, marked by the thick Spanish accent that always sent shivers down your spine.

"I'm not defending you because you're a woman," he said, each word deliberate and heavy. He stepped closer, close enough that you could smell his intoxicating cologne—something woody and expensive that made your head spin. "I'm doing it because you're my woman."

The possessiveness in his tone made your knees weak. His large, calloused hands—hands that could control a Formula 1 car at 300 kilometers per hour—came up to cradle your face with infinite gentleness. Despite your earlier protests, you felt yourself melting into his touch as his thumbs traced the curve of your cheekbones.

"Do you understand the difference, mi vida?" he whispered, his face so close that you could feel his warm breath fanning across your lips. Your heart raced faster than any engine as his intense gaze searched yours. "Yes, I would defend any woman from those ignorant jerks. But you? My God, you are everything to me."

As he continued, his voice dropped to that husky tone that made heat pool low in your belly, causing your lips to part slightly and a soft gasp to escape.

"You're mine to protect, mine to stand beside, mine to worship every single day," he murmured, one hand sliding down to rest at the base of your throat, feeling your rapid pulse beneath his fingertips. "Not because you need it, hermosa, but because I need to do it. When someone disrespects the woman I love, they disrespect my entire world."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes—not from sadness but from the overwhelming emotion coursing through you. The paddock around you blurred and faded, leaving only Carlos and the magnetic pull between your bodies.

"I see how brilliant you are," he continued, resting his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling in the small space between you. "I watch you work magic with those computers, turning data into speed, making our car fly when everyone said it was impossible. I see how other engineers come to you for advice, how they respect your mind and your talent."

His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you against his firm chest. You could feel his heart racing as quickly as yours.

"Those men see nothing. They know nothing," he said, his voice fierce with conviction. "But I know you, cariño. I know how you taste like coffee and determination in the morning. I know how you curl into me at night, trusting me with your dreams and fears. I know the little sound you make when you finally solve a problem that's been bothering you for days."

A tear slipped down your cheek, and he caught it with his thumb, his touch reverent.

"So yes, I will defend you," he whispered, his lips barely brushing yours as he spoke. "Not because you cannot defend yourself—you are the strongest woman I know—but because you are the love of my life, and I would burn this entire paddock down before I let anyone make you doubt your worth."

The tender moment shattered with the sound of approaching footsteps. The same journalist who made the crude comments walked by with his colleague, their voices carrying in the evening air as they continued their harsh conversation.

"I honestly don't know what Williams was thinking, hiring her when there are so many qualified—"

Something snapped in Carlos. His entire body went rigid against yours, the gentle hands that had been cradling your face now trembling with barely controlled fury. You felt the shift in him immediately—from tender lover to protective predator in a heartbeat.

"Hey, son of a bitch," Carlos called out sharply, his voice cutting through the evening air. The journalist stopped mid-sentence, turning with a startled expression as Carlos stepped away from you, his movements predatory and dangerous. "Do you have something to say about my girlfriend? Let's hear it to my face instead of whispering like a coward."

"Carlos, don't—" you started, but he was already moving forward, his hands clenched into fists.

The journalist's face went pale as he realized he'd been caught, but Carlos didn't care about diplomacy. "You think she doesn't belong here? That she's just some decoration pretty enough to warm my bed?" His Spanish accent thickened with rage, each word dripping with venom. "She has more talent and intelligence in her little finger than you'll ever have in your pathetic existence, and if you ever dare to disrespect her again—"

"Carlos, stop!" you said urgently, rushing forward to grab his arm before he could close the distance. You could feel the tension in his muscles and see the fury blazing in his beautiful brown eyes. This was about to become very public, and the last thing either of you needed was headlines about Carlos Sainz getting into a physical altercation. "My love, he's not worth it. Please."

Carlos looked down at you, his chest heaving with barely controlled anger. For a terrifying moment, you thought he might ignore your plea, but then his gaze found yours, and you saw the internal struggle on his face.

The journalist, sensing an opportunity to escape, hurried away with his colleague, but Carlos's eyes remained locked on yours. Slowly, you felt some of the tension leave his body, comforted by your touch.

"Breathe, cariño," you whispered softly, your hands smoothing over his chest as you felt his heart racing beneath your palms. "I'm okay. We're okay."

"I love you," he murmured against your lips, switching to his native tongue in his passion. "Every brilliant, fierce, beautiful part of you. Anyone who tries to diminish you will have to go through me first."

The kiss that followed was soft yet claiming, tender yet passionate. His lips moved against yours with practiced familiarity, yet every kiss felt like the first. When you finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, his eyes were dark with desire and love.

"I love you, too," you whispered, your fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble that would tickle your skin later when he kissed your neck. "And I love being your woman."

His smile was radiant, transforming his entire face and making your heart skip a beat. "Good," he murmured, pressing soft kisses along your jawline. "Because I'm never letting you go, mi amor. Never."

From across the paddock, you noticed the journalists watching your intimate moment, their expressions shifting from smug dismissal to uncomfortable recognition of their mistake. But you barely cared anymore. Let them watch. Let them see how Carlos Sainz Jr. looked at his woman with reverence, desire, and unshakeable love.

Carlos noticed your gaze and turned, wrapping his arm possessively around your waist as he guided you toward the Williams garage. His movement was fluid and protective, his body shielding you from prying eyes while his hand rested on the curve of your hip.

"Come on, princess," he murmured into your ear, his breath sending delicious shivers down your spine. "Let's show them what magic my brilliant woman can work to make our car dominate tomorrow."

As you walked together through the paddock, the setting sun painting everything in shades of gold and amber, you marveled at how perfectly you fit together. His tall frame beside yours, the way your bodies moved in sync, the protective curve of his arm around you—it felt like destiny.

"Carlos?" you said softly as you reached the garage, where mechanics were still fine-tuning his car under the bright lights.

"Yes, my love?"

You turned in his arms, looking up into those beautiful brown eyes that held your future. "Win tomorrow. For us. For this."

His grin was wicked and confident, full of the charming cockiness that had first drawn you to him years ago. He cupped your face once more, his thumb brushing across your lower lip in a gesture so intimate it made your breath catch.

"Always, cariño," he promised, his voice thick with love and determination. "I'll win every race for the rest of my life if it means coming home to you. You are my everything."

The promise hung between you in the warm Monaco air, as eternal and unbreakable as the love burning in his eyes.

[goorgeousz]

hotchelle | aaron hotchner

pairing: aaron hotchner x wife!reader summary: you have a furry emergency, and it’s up to your knight in shining armor — a vest and a government gun — of a husband to save you. content/tw: this is so unserious, dog being abandoned, aaron being completely whipped for his wife, just fluff! word count: 1.8ka/n: don’t mind me, i’m just (once again) spreading the “yes ma’am” Aaron agenda. reqs are open! hope you like it 💗🪽

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Even though he spent most of his life dealing with tragedies and loss, Aaron was never ready for it. No amount of experience seemed to prepare him for the feeling of fear.

So, although he was most used to receiving bad news when his phone rang, his heart immediately gave out when he answered your call.

“Hey, hon…”

“Aaron,” your rasped voice cried, sobs cutting through you and interrupting whatever you wanted to say.

“Honey, where are you?” he urged, immediately pushing his chair back and sprinting out of his office, not even bothering to button up his suit.

You cried louder, sniffing hard and trying to get the words out.

“I– I was hi-hiking.” he tried not to rush you, instead just sprinting into Garcia’s office.

“Yeah? On your usual track?”

He opened her door without knocking, startling the blonde woman and Reid, who sat beside her probably analysing some case he had been consulting.

Sensing the urge on their boss’ face, they didn’t waste a second before turning to him and getting ready to help in any way possible.

“Y-yeah. Signal is really bad,” you managed, and the way you hiccuped trying to steady your breathing made his heart physically ache.

“I’m coming. Do we need an ambulance? Or…”

“No! No, it’s not me… Aaron, please hurry, I’m…” before you could get any word out the phone went mute, and a few seconds later trying to reconnect the call, it ended.

“Garcia, can you trace her phone?” he asked, trying to seem less desperate than he actually felt. It didn’t work.

“Of course, sir.” she answered, already midway into finding his wife’s location. In a matter of seconds, the map on the screen’s computer glowed with a red pin, and a banner with her exact coordinates popped up. “Here, just sent it to your phone.”

He thanked her before turning around, Reid barely catching up with his pace. “I’ll come with you, sir.” to which he just nodded. He didn’t actually agree to it, neither seemed particularly happy about it, but he didn’t say no and the look on his face showed there wasn’t much on his mind except for the urge to find you.

Luckily it wasn’t rush hour, so they didn’t end up getting any speed tickets – the fact that he turned on the sirens at points where the traffic was a little heavier had nothing to do with it, trust –, and as soon as they got near the point Garcia instructed, they spotted her.

Sat on the ground on the side of the road, slightly off the tracking path, his wife’s baby pink clothes stood out on the grass as if she was a waking highlight. Hotch didn’t waste any time on parallel parking, throwing the car on park as soon all four tires stepped off the highway, and stepping out of it in a second, reaching for his gun, with Spencer mimicking his moves.

“Honey, we’re here.” he said loudly, trying to ease her shaking figure before he even got to her. She wiped her head back, and even though her face was red, puffy and drenched in tears, her eyes sparkled with recognition and relief, like she felt that everything was going to be okay: Aaron was there! The feeling almost made him combust.

“Aaron,” your voice whined, and then you started crying again, louder this time, relieved to not be alone anymore. Quickly scanning the area and guaranteeing there weren't any threats nearby, the two – guns still in hand – agents stepped close to her, still sitting on the floor.

As soon as they reach her, standing on each of her sides, they stop for a second. Aaron physically had to restrain himself from sighing loudly because you were about to have a stroke due to how hard you were crying, while Spencer had to bite the inside of his cheeks until blood was drawn out to stop himself from laughing.

Just in front of you, laid on the dirty floor was a puppy, it’s furr so dirty you could barely see it’s color. The dog showed no signs of being awake, and Aaron felt a little sting with the realization. The dog was dead. He just wished you’d told him sooner.

“I don’t know if she’s dead.” you managed between sobs, catching your husband’s glance “I saw a box on the hike with a note saying the family’s dog birthed her, they were moving across the country and couldn’t bring the puppy with them. She’s the only puppy who made it alive. I think she escaped of the box, trying to find someone. That’s how she got here.”

Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. “Reid, tell Garcia we’re fine.” he demanded, sending his agent a pointed look at his amused expression. Spencer nodded, stepping back for a second to text his friend, taking the opportunity to silently laugh.

Then, he put away the gun, kneeling down beside you, placing his hand on your shoulder and looking at the animal. You took it as a sign, and buried your face into your husband’s chest, sobbing uncontrollably. His heart nearly gave out at how heartbroken you were, and all annoyance disappeared on his body just like that.

“Oh, Aaron, I’m sorry. I know you were busy. But… I just needed you, and I…”

“Shh, it’s okay. There’s no problem, at all.” he coached you, fully sitting down beside you and taking you fully in his arms. He meant it: emergency or not, there’s nowhere he would rather be than by your side to stroke your hair and kiss your forehead until you stopped crying.

“Can I see her?” Reid asked politely, crouching down beside you and curiously staring at the puppy. He, surprisingly, touched the dog without any gloves on, not waiting for an answer to actually start checking. Only a couple minutes had passed when he stood up “She’s alive, but barely. We should get her to a vet now.”

You nodd, sniffing and quickly coming to a standing position, the urge to help temporarily occupying your mind enough for you to stop crying, taking off your defined jacket and turning into a makeshift blanket, and wrapping around the puppy carefully.

The ride for the vet was quick, with Reid sharing his thoughts – even though his knowledge concerning puppies was rather short – and Hotch, once again, barely missing speed tickets.

“Reid, take the car back.” he sighed, handing the agent his keys. Spencer, for what felt like the hundredth time in the last minutes, stifled a laugh “I’ll stay here with her”.

When Hotch caught up with you, you were already at the reception of the vet ER – yes, they had those –, bawling your eyes out. One of the vets took the dog off your arms, handing your jacket back. You strode beside the team, giving them all the information you had so far.

“I think she spent the night. Her box was still wet, and it rained last night. Is she going to be okay?” you urged, eyes widening at the vet’s expression.

“Miss, you’ll have to wait outside okay? Thank you for your help.” he said, and they closed themselves into a consulting room, leaving you stuck on your feet.

Hotch touched your back, the feeling of his finger on your skin waking you from your trance. You turned abruptly to face him, and a kick on his gut would’ve hurt less – which he knew for a fact – than the sigh of your lower lip trembling, your eyes widened and red, filled with tears “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” he managed, and he hated how powerless he felt. So he just tugged you closer, hugging you closely and letting you cry.

“How can someone do that?” you said, angrily. Your voice was muffled by the fabric of his suit.

“I know, right? But she’s strong. Did you see how she lasted the whole night out there and still made it? She will be just fine.”

That made you step back, your eyes a little more hopeful as you looked at him. He loved that you believed him so much, and even though he had no way of knowing how this would turn out, he knew there was only one thing he could do.

“You think so?” 

“Absolutely.” he said, and that made a little smile tug at your lips. “Come on, let’s sit while we wait, huh?”

A couple hours had passed, with you pressed close to Hotch’s side, occasionally moving to play with a dog and hear other people’s stories. When you finally stopped crying, he stood and left a kiss on your forehead, leaving to get some food. Because you expected to be home way sooner, you haven’t eaten, and he was sure that if you didn’t get anything on your system, his next stop would be the actual ER, since you’ve probably cried out all 70% of the water on your system.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

When he came back, two bags of lunch from the diner across the street, water and orange juice enough for the whole vet crew, he was surprised to see you surrounded with people. The other dog owners sat around you in the waiting room, listening closely to the story about how you found the puppy. You could be telling a fairy tale, the way their eyes shone with interest, gasping and cooing as on command. 

But what caught Hotch’s attention the most was the way the guy next to you – who definitely wasn’t there before he left – touched your bare knee with sympathetic – and honestly hungry – eyes. “You’re so brave and kind,...” the bastard said.

“And married.” he stepped closely, eyeing the man down with his stare reserved solely to the unsubs and particularly unpleasant officers he used to deal with.

“Oh, Aaron, you’re back!” you turned to face him, face glowing with that adorable smile of yours, looking at him with so much love that his scowl instantly melted. He barely noticed the guy standing up awkwardly and finding another sit all the way across the waiting room.

You ate together, with your husband making sure you drank enough fluids for a week, his attentive gaze not leaving your figure until there was nothing left on the paper bags but crumbs. As you were negotiating a sweet treat, a woman with a clipboard and a paw-patterned scrub emerged from the back of the ER seccion “Mr. and Mrs. Hotchner?”

Any thoughts about cookies or brownies being indispensable to raise your sugar levels vanished immediately as you rose to your feet in a speed that left Aaron’s spine jealous, and the two of you followed her closely, your husband’s hand rested on your lower back, now covered with the fabric of his suit – since you decided that the jacket you used to wrap the dirty dog in was now your own personal blankie – tracing patterns as you walked to the room.

When you finally got there, the little puppy was finally awake. Still completely dirty and somehow smaller than she looked when you found her, but fully alert “Hey, you pretty little girl. Oh, look, Aaron. Her eyes are just like yours.” you cooed, and this time he couldn’t control the roll of his eyes. He knew what you were doing. Trying to cute-guilt him into taking the damn dog. So what if the color of the puppy’s eyes was the exact shade of brown of his own? If Reid was there – and he made a mental note to call him later to check the information – he would agree that probably over 70% of the people on earth have brown eyes. Following that logic, the dog has the same eyes as 70% of the world’s population. Somehow that thought didn’t sit right with him, though.

“Is the dog okay?” he asked the vet, just wanting to get this over with. The woman nodded, her knowing smile too suspicious for his liking.

“She’s perfectly fine. She was a bit dehydrated, but I guess her previous owners left her with a little bit of food. We just took a few tests, but everything is normal. Her blood test results will take a few days, though.”

“But do you think she will be fine? Like, on the tests?” you asked, stroking the back of the dog’s ears with your fingers.

“Absolutely. But that’s all thanks to you. If you hadn't found her, I don’t think she would’ve made it.” 

You turn to Hotch with a little pout and tears in your eyes – of happiness this time, thankfully – and just like that you won another piece of his heart. But he keept it to himself, just raising his eyebrows at you, unbothered.

“We’ll just examine her now. Routine things. When the blood test comes out we’ll see for sure what vaccines she already has, but she’s 10 weeks old, so probably a few.” the vet explains while reaching the puppies belly with a stethoscope to check her heartbeat. “All good. She’s strong as a rock.” the woman keeps explaining each step of the examination, and at every new information you turn to look at Hotch, your eyes glowing with affection. The puppy, as if it senses your little show and wants to back you up, just behaves, her tail wagging everytime you or the vet talk to her with that high pitch voice, her big brown eyes staring at both of you as if you are her whole world. And he so stubbornly pretends he’s not melting as much as you.

“Now, we’ll take her temperature. This is the worst part of the exam, but just because it’s a bit uncomfortable.”

“She’s shaking, do you think she has a fever?” you ask, the worry on your tone not going unnoticed.

“Probably just fear. I don’t think she has a fever, but we’ll only know for sure by taking the temperature. Do any of you want to hold her or do you want me to call someone?” she asks, eyeing the two of you expectantly. Obviously, you dismiss the later option, moving your hands closer to the puppy. As the vet leans forward with the thermometer in hand, the dog does the unthinkable.

Awkwardly and clumsy running away from your and the vet’s reach, she goes into Hotch’s direction, and he has to step forward and grab her to prevent her from falling out of the table “Are you crazy?” he asks, not even realizing he was talking to the dog, staring annoyed at her. When he tries to place her back on the table, she whines, pressing her little paws higher on his arms, and he has to juggle her back safely to keep her from falling again “Jesus Christ, okay. I’ve got you.”

Aaron misses the way you and the vet eye each other in conspiracy, too busy making sure she’s comfortably nested on his arms “Oh, look. She stopped shaking. Hold her tight so I can check her temperature, will you?” the vet says, stepping closer and – as he will later describe – shoving the thermometer up on the puppy’s ass – which was actually very gentle and professional, but scared him anyway. “Oh, look at that. Not a fever. Your baby is perfectly healthy. Oh, wait.” the vet stops on her tracks, glancing back and forth between you and Hotch and asks the oh, so feared question “You are going to keep her?”

In an oscar-worth performance, you wiped your head to face him, pressing your hands, half-covered by the sleeves of his suit, on his bicep – carefully not to disturb the baby resting on his arms –, batting your eyelashes at him and staring with your eyes slightly opened, in those lost puppy eyes you mastered so well.

“Can we keep her? Please!” he sighed, not even daring to avert his eyes down to the dog he held, knowing damn well it would be a lost battle for him.

“Listen, I…” you interrupted, pointing at the small figure on his arms, forcing him to look at it.

“She’s already attached, baby. We can even name her after you!” you offered, your face deep in thought as you stared at the puppy’s eyes, as if trying to read its mind “Hotchelle!”

Aaron scrunched his nose, averting his torso to the side, as if putting some distance between you and the puppy would protect her from the name you’ve chosen.

“We’re not naming her Hotchelle.”

You crossed your arms, arching your brows “What are we naming her, then?” he then looked at the dog, still too dirty for either of you to see her real color.

“Maybe after we get her cleaned we can…”

Realization washed over him.

You stood there, the image of innocence, your eyes mischievous and expectant. If it weren’t the slight twitch at the corner of your lips, one could think you didn’t already know you had him wrapped around your finger.

So, he just sighed, looking briefly at the – his – puppy, and he could swear she had the same smug expression as yours.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After a well deserved shower gifted by the clinic – and many dollars spent at the pet shop wing at the clinic while you waited – the two – three – of you walked out together. You, holding some of the purchase’s bag, still wearing his suit jacket. Aaron, holding a freshly showered Hotchelle, wrapped around her brand new fluffy pink blanket, wearing two matching bows like a doll – while shopping you asked him if he thought Hotchelle was ‘more of a bow or pompom kinda girl’, to which he huffed an annoyed ‘bow, obviously’ – and the scowl he usually had on was much less prominent.

As soon as you stepped out of the clinic, the sun having already set, a flashlight temporarily blinded you. Blinking in surprise, your sight started to clear. It was a picture. And you couldn’t stop your laughter when you saw all the members of the BAU standing in the parking lot, matching amused smiles watching Aaron.

“We came to drop your car off.” Emily explained, her own laughter barely stiffed. Hotch sighed loudly.

“Thanks.” he muttered between gritted teeth “You can all go now.”

“Hm, I don’t think so, Hotch.” Rossi managed “We all want to meet the new addition to the family. We were kept in suspense since Reid told us what happened” Spencer had the decency to seem embarrassed, scratching the back of his head and blushing under Aaron’s disapproval stare.

Having restrained herself for long enough for the sake of the joke, Penelope threw herself in front of her boss, asking for you the whole rescue story. While at it, you catched the way Hotch stiffened his arms whenever Garcia tried to pry the baby to her own arms. Mercesly, you kept it to yourself.

“She’s still very young. 10 weeks.” he stated, glancing at Reid.

“That’s what I thought,” Spencer started, stepping closer with the other members, all cooing at how cute she looked. Specially contrasted with Aaron's broad figure – that earned Morgan another pack of photos, which you eagerly asked, for…. scientific purposes. “I did some research, and it turned out this specific breed is extremely affectionate due to….”

“Wait. Before we start the lecture” JJ pried, looking at Spencer apologetically “What’s her name?”

The tip of Hotch’s ears turned bright red, and the team glanced at each other. Sensing that your husband wasn’t going to answer, you stepped in, a bright smile in response “We named her after Aaron. Since she’s a daddy’s girl. Just like her mommy.” you winked at him, making him cringe. If both of his arms weren’t already busy, you were sure he would’ve been pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“Don’t… say this…” he pleaded weakly.

“It can’t be that bad.” Morgan tried, his grin suggesting he thought otherwise.

“Hotchelle.” your husband said under his breath, earning many loud reactions in return. He just turned on his heel, getting the car keys from Emily’s hand and looking back at you “We're leaving.”

You were almost skipping on your way to his car, nestling the dog in your arms and showing her to the team like a trophy, who stood back laughing. Before getting into the driver’s seat, Aaron glanced back at them.

“Reid.” he commanded, his voice strong and stern like a thunder. Even from the distance, you could see Spencer gulping, bracing himself for the scold he was about to get. In a much lighter tone and with a smirk — he always had fun scaring his teammates — he said “I want to hear about your research tomorrow.”

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