#time to talk about aaron

[writtenbysprout]

I Won’t Say (I’m In Love)

synopsis: The team sets you up during a Disney themed karaoke night, knowing you have a thing for your boss aaron hotchner.

pairing: reader x aaron hotchner

cw: pining, fluff

word count: 1113

a/n: my first ever fic posted here, hope you enjoy! 

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Garcia’s puppy eyes, JJ’s begging and Emily’s threats all combined made for a dangerous cocktail of excitement and worry. Yet here you were. Engulfed in their embrace at a makeshift stage in a remote town in the midst of Utah. 

Stage light blinding you from seeing anything other than outlines of shadow figures. Had it been during any other situation you might've felt uneasy. But here and now at the Disney themed karaoke night at the bar down the road from your motel the shadows brought you comfort. Not wanting to remember or recognize anyone's faces once you stepped off the stage later. 

Hours earlier you'd caught the unsub in a hit and run with quite ease which meant it was time to celebrate. Usually the team would go out back home in Virginia, but the jet was grounded for the time being due to the weather. 

Garcia handed you the handheld mic as Emily stepped up to the one sitting in the mic stand. Garcia and JJ standing on each side of Emily whispering and giggling amongst themselves. Before you could react to anything that was happening Emily spoke up. 

“This is a song that is very fitting for our current situation. Our friend here Y/n has the hugest crush on someone and she won’t admit it to anyone, not even herself..” With the most shit eating grin you'd ever witnessed Emily wink your way before turning back to the crowd who was cheering. “So if you're there Hotch, this is from Y/n.” 

“Emily..“ Was all you managed to hiss before the playback started. The all too familiar tone of I Won't Say (I'm In Love) from Hercules playing. 

Having been a theater kid in your younger days you couldn't help but lift the mic and start singing along to the song, taking the lead as Megara. 

If there's a price for rotten judgment, 

I guess I've already won that 

Everytime it was the muses' time to shine JJ, Garcia and Emily let everyone have it in the most 'trying to be serious', but failing miserably to hit the right notes, the timing or fumble with the words. 

You sang your heart out, putting on an act, strutting around on stage with a pout fitting the song's theme. Having already forgotten Emily's sly dedication to your boss. 

Hitting the right notes, belting your heart out without effort all while trying to hold back a laugh as Garcia did her very best to portray the sassy muse, the song came to an end. 

At least out loud… 

I won't say I'm in love 

As soon as the song finished applause, cheer and even some whistling erupted from the crowd. Garcia was the first to rush to your side, hugging you tightly. JJ and Emily quickly followed suit and praise you for the 'exceptional performance'. 

The light from the stage dimmed down, allowing the four of you to make a safe return to the floor below the stage where four familiar faces awaited your arrival. 

Shit

Had they heard it all? Even the dedication Emily had given? Derek answered the question as if you'd asked it out loud. 

"Hot stuff can sing!" He was the first and only to embrace you as you came to a halt at the sight of the one man you didn't wanna see at that moment. Your boss, Aaron Fucking Hotchner. 

He looked as handsome as ever. Wearing a black buttoned up short, sleeves rolled up just below his elbows, a pair on black denim jeans and a bottle of beer in his hand.

Both Spencer and Rossi complimented all of you for your performance, but you didn't pay attention. Your entire body felt hot and cold at the same time. Sounds seemed to enhance and your ears started ringing. A quick glance around and you found everyone already deep in conversation as you awaited for your drinks. 

Mumbling a loose excuse you pushed passed Derek and Spencer and hurried outside. Feeling the rush of the cool night air fill your lungs you allowed yourself to catch the breath you didn't realize you were holding. 

Arms wrapping themselves around your chest as if to guard yourself from some invisible treat. You felt sick, like you could throw up at any given moment. 

Deep within, you knew they meant no harm in doing what they did, but it didn't mean it made you any less anxious about the whole situation. 

It didn't take long before you heard someone approach. Readying yourself you turned on your heel ready to bite at anything, but was met by someone's chest. Looking up you came eye to eye with the one person you least expected to see, Hotch. 

The tall, dark and intimidating man you knew as your boss smiled down at you. 

“Didn’t know you could sing.” You barely noticed the jacket he'd brought before he draped over your shoulders. Now engulfed in the jacket that lingered with his cologne you felt the heat in your cheeks. 

“I don’t really sing in front of people.” You admitted, offering him a shy smile. Your mind wandered. Maybe he hadn't heard the dedication? Or maybe he was just being polite in striking up a conversation.

“For what it's worth I found it enjoyable. You have talent."

It means more than you'll ever understand.

“Thank you,"

It was all you managed to muster. Being so close to him was a rarity outside work. Standing here next to him, engulfed in his jacket and having him compliment you was something you never in your wildest dreams thought would happen.

“You keep surprising me," He broke the silence meeting your eyes. You remain silent, trying to think how you possibly could've surprised him. But falling short just as he spoke up continuing. "Not only are you kind and gentle, but you're independent, smart and solves issues that arise with ease. And you can sing? You're a gift that just keep on giving." 

"Hotch.. I"

"I think its time you start calling me Aaron."

He had barely finished the sentence as he leaned in, leaving no room for you to wrap your brain around what he meant. You could feel the warmth radiating from his breath as he stopped merely inches away from you. Eyes finding yours before looking down at you lips as if to ask for permission.

"May I?"

Unable to find your voice you nod. Which is all the consent he needs as he moments later places his lips on yours. Softly claiming them for himself. Finally allowing himself to do the one thing he'd been yearning to do for the longest time.

[naturecalls111]

[shadowofaghost5]

Give it up for everybody’s favourite street rat!!!

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Fanart of Aaron from Fox’s Tounge and Kirin’s Bone, an incredible book by @muffinlance

I worked hard on this an am incredibly proud of how it turned out. If you wanna hear about the process, feel free to check out me rambling in the tags.

[raylasgf]

‘you’ll learn more about callum’s birth father in season 6’

(also first post of 2024 happy new year friends!!)

[garrothromeave]

i can't imagine how difficult it would be to grasp the idea that you owe so much to a man who you've never properly met or spoken to, yet he saved your life and sacrificed his own to give you another chance with the last person he had left. i wonder how often garroth thinks about aaron

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 15

PREVIOUS

The thing is… FF is aware that he should probably be medicated. You might be saying well isn’t he taking his ulcer medication? The answer is yes he is and when he is getting close to missing a dose Nicky’s usually the one that texts him with six frowny face emojis asking if he took his meds (they have a system, he takes his meds and then he texts Nicky)

No, he knows that he should probably get on something for his anxiety. Betsy has offered to get started on getting him on the right cocktail, his grandma thinks it’s a good idea, and Nicky has offered to get him as much weed as he needs to chill out, he knows a guy. Andrew is probably only going to stab him and threaten him not actually hunt him for sport, in his moments of clarity he can accept and understand that.

But there is nothing in this world that he wants less than to get back on anxiety medication. The world had been grey, it muted everything in the world for him, he faded completely into the background of his own life, and he couldn’t even grieve-

He was almost thankful for his step-dad’s sudden arrival in his life and how quickly his mom forgot about him to spend every waking moment she could on him and his children and then their children. It was two years of nothing and then his mom stopped picking up and refilling his prescription because it was too much of a hassle to keep picking up every month.

“He’s not anxious, see he’s fine. He doesn’t need it anymore.”

The withdrawal and the emotions that came afterwards had been hellish. He’d collapsed into his Grandma’s arms and begged her not to call his mom. He spent an entire month of summer vacation feeling like he was going to die and when he got back he found that no one had even missed him.

He swallowed the hurt, all of his emotions felt so much stronger now that he’d lost them for two years. If he has reactions like he’d had before he knows his mom will put him back on the medication.

The town is small and everyone talks. He knows about the dog walker’s poop flinging scandal, he knows about how the butcher’s left pinky got put back on wrong when he’d cut it off, he knows that the kid down the street paid $40 for a bag of oregano that he thought was weed, he knows that lil susie is in counseling because a girl should probably not be establishing cult rituals around her barbies.

He can’t react, can’t let people know he’s dying from anxiety because his math teacher sighs when he hands over his test. Can’t let anyone know that he has to put his head between his legs and take deep breaths before he can go into the cafeteria. His only solace is that all of the foreign language teachers love him, it’s easier to accept a compliment or comment in a language his family doesn’t use.

His step family treat him like the guards outside of Buckingham. Anything for a reaction y’know? He tells himself he does not care and for the most part he doesn’t.

He signs up for Exy in middle school because he just wanted something to do and it was the sport that had the same meeting days as his grandma’s bowling league. She picks him up from practice and they get ice cream together afterwards, she’s the only thing he has since Great Gran passed not too long after he got free of the medication.

He still feels her fingers checking behind his ears on occasion, a joke now that he’s off his meds referencing when he was too zoned out to care about hygiene. He still remembers her looking at him and feeling like she was seeing more than just him, “You’re a Smith. The last one when me and my daughter go. We’ll all be with you whenever you need us.” She promises.

He thinks it’s just respectful to get her favorite scent when he needs her help. He was raised to be respectful.  Lavender still makes him think of her and he hopes his grandma left some on her grave recently.

He knew he’d have to wait to go to college. His mom is putting on the pressure now that he’s 18 saying he will have to pay rent even though Greg is older and definitely isn’t. He plays Exy and thinks about how he’ll handle his life between 18 and 25, he puts all his anxiety into the game and maybe the coach notices something.

He must have noticed something.

The Foxes don’t offer positions to kids who don’t have something going wrong for them.

Coach Wymack and Dan Wilds wouldn’t be there in his little bum fuck nowhere town in Washington if his coach hadn’t sent a tape and an explanation.

He could admit that he knew about the Foxes. He looked up to the vice captain a fair bit not just for his game but also…well the Butcher was national news. Vice Captain Neil’s story was all over the news and maybe he was just a little bit in awe of someone who could stand his ground after all of that. Watching Vice Captain Neil Josten give shit to every last reporter who gave him any shit? Inspiring.

He just didn’t think it’d be a good fit for him.

He’s not like the rest of the Foxes. Dan talks about them all in broad terms, how they’re all fighting to become something and grow beyond the unfairness that was out of their control. FF is tough to convince but he’s a pretty good defensive dealer, Dan and Coach Wymack both want him.

Dan eventually has to go because she has an interview for a coaching position out this way but Coach Wymack just hands over the rental car keys and Coach Wymack stays.

Coach Wymack stays and they keep talking. FF talks about everything and Wymack eventually just says “Well, you’re still here despite all of that aren’t you? Sounds like a fighter to me. I think you’ve got what it takes to carry that weight with some help and I can promise that you won’t have to deal with those jerks past your high school graduation. You’re not going to be the first Fox who I help out from under some asshole parents and you won’t be the last.”

So he signs a contract, he’s 18 he can do that AND buy cigarettes now (he won’t. That’s how Gran lost gramps when dad was still young but he COULD. Much like he COULD go into the town’s only sex toy shop but that would be back to his grandma faster than the cigarette purchase to be honest and he isn’t THAT interested in what’s in there.)

He finishes up school but the assistant coach is a friend of his step dad and mentions that he’s signed to the Foxes. It’s just one week between his graduation and when Coach Wymack is coming to grab him

Suddenly he exists in his house for the first time since they all moved into it after the wedding and it’s the WORST. The want things, they want promises, they want assurances, they want to pretend and act like he’s always been there.

He flees to his Grandma’s house and texts Coach Wymack asking if there’s ANY chance he can get picked up early because he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to talk if he calls the man.

Coach Wymack comes for him and shoulders him past his ‘family’ to the rental car but the panic attack he sees in the car ride to the airport when his family’s car follows them all the way to the rental drop off means that he HAS to see Betsy.

Betsy is nice. Betsy teaches him how to breathe through stuff. Betsy teaches him how to ground himself in reality. Betsy tells him that the Starbucks girl probably doesn’t hate him. Betsy suggests he get on some medication.

He said No.

He’s scared out of his MIND in Palmetto but it’s better than-

He prefers to feel things.

Betsy tells him that it shouldn’t have been like that. His mother should have taken him back and gotten his prescription adjusted until it wasn’t like that.

He still declines.

Andrew gets suspicious about him knowing Russian after that game of Never Have I Ever and Nicky keeps almost letting it spill right by him. His stomach hurts the CVS girl keeps pepto for him behind the counter.

He still declines.

He prefers to feel things.

You can’t enjoy the thrill of a 100% on a Kanji Basics midterms without the anxiety of the Oral presentation. You can’t feel the true satisfaction of getting a blender for 25% off + 50 dollars of in-store credit without the flop-sweat of the searching eyes of a woman wearing PINK branded lounge wear. You can’t keep friends if you have no ability to empathize with them even if you’re worried you’re annoying them or ‘humble bragging’.

Fear is better.

Betsy tells him if he’s ever ready then she will help him. His Gran tells him she loves him. Nicky says “Look there’s a strain called White Russian. That’d be funny right?!”and FF agrees but declines to sample it.

Right now, as Nicky smudges eyeliner under his eyes and tugs at his shirt for the 80th time, he thinks it might actually be better to feel nothing.

He’d woken up from his…nap? He might have fainted actually? But he did it on a bed and it lasted for like 4 hours? So does that count as a nap? He wants to ask but also doesn’t want to worry anyone, maybe he could ask Aaron that if a Friend faints and doesn’t wake up for four hours is that a nap or a medical emergency? Just curious.

When he had emerged from Nicky’s room Captain Neil and Andrew had herded them all into the Maserati and they’d gone out and gotten McDonald’s for a late lunch. The only comment he had gotten when he’d asked for a happy meal (his stomach could not handle anything more) was whether or not he wanted the toy.

“Yes.” He answered panicked at the sudden question.

He got his Megamind toy, accidentally shone it into Aaron’s eyes when he pushed a button. “Shit that’s bright” before he apologized and shoved it in his jacket pocket.

They hung out at the house for the rest of the day.

They watched movies, played Mario Kart (how is Captain Neil this bad when his reflexes on the court are so good?) and did some homework. Andrew seemed to actually like the brownies which is why FF probably woke up from his... still haven’t asked Aaron if it’s a nap or a medical emergency.

He has a square and even at room temperature they taste great.

When it started to get dark they all went to go get ready. FF had gone to get whatever clothes Nicky had prepared on but had found himself sat on the man’s bed (so much glitter, seriously how can one bed have so much of it?) and Nicky holding a pencil to his eye and telling HIM not to flinch.

“Gonna have all the….” Nicky pauses and adopts a look on his face that means that he’s thinking incredibly hard about something. “Wait how have we been friends for MONTHS and I have no idea how you swing?” FF is caught off guard for a few moments because it’s the first time that Nicky has verbally confirmed that they are, in fact, friends and…

Wow.

That’s so nice.

He thought it was just Nicky’s innate inability to leave something to suffer needlessly that had the upperclassmen helping him. (FF has watched Nicky go out of his way to give cats food, turn turtles back onto their stomachs, and walk into traffic to stop cars so that a duck family could make it to a pond. He just sort of figured he was the same level of pathetic)

Wait.

What.

“Wait, what?”

“How do you swing?” Nicky repeats.

FF knows what he means but doesn’t want to. “With my left hand.” He responds and hopes Nicky drops it because the long and short answer is: he doesn’t know. He has no idea.

“Ohh dirty!” Nicky makes a jacking off motion with his left hand and FF feels embarrassed sweat cover his body, “NO! Don’t ruin my work!” Nicky yells fanning him with his hands so the eyeliner doesn’t run. “You know what I mean Smithy. Swing for girls, boys, both, neither? What am I working with here?” He asks wiping at FF’s cheek.

“I don’t…know.” He admits because deflecting is OBVIOUSLY not his strong suit. Twice in a row it’s brought up weird sex stuff.

“C’mon don’t be embarrassed. Even if you’re straight you’re obviously an Ally.” Nicky smiles.

“No it’s not…” he flushes okay he is embarrassed but that’s because he REALLY doesn’t know. Like how the hell did he get to college and have ZERO idea about what he’s attracted to or if he’s just not attracted to anyone? He’d been focused on not screaming for the last decade and that hadn’t really left a lot of room to consider how anyone looked. He’s getting used to having friends and three whole group chats (he’s bad at responding to them, overwhelmed by the idea that whatever he says can be revisited and picked apart forever but still, THREE!)

“I really have no idea.” He repeats.

Nicky blinks at him. “Okay well, college can be all about figuring that out then! No worries my sweet boy, we will figure this out.” Nicky pats his cheek.

He feels a little better.

“Alright, let’s go to Eden’s!”

Oh fuck that’s right.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

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The requests to be added to the tag list got spread out across a few different mediums on this one so if I missed you then just ask in the replies!

As stated before if you’re up here and I spelled it right but you  didn’t  get a notification there might be something switched around in  your settings that won’t let me tag you properly?

[comeforthepizza]

My hot take of the night is that Aaron Fechter's weird views on women are abundantly clear in his treatment of Mitzi, send Tweet.

[thyrell]

aaron stated his pronouns were he/him to jounalists and news outlets before his self-immolation. speculating someone else's gender, especially after his death is disrespectful and not your business. even if he went by lilly and used other pronouns, you are essentially trying to out him and disrespecting his wishes. maybe you should do as aaron asked and keep your focus on palestine instead of sending hate to a black trans person on here

im not sending hate to this person, i havent even interacted with him unless those anons were sent by him. i continue to use he/him for aaron bushnell, as per his last public communications, because as per the original post this is about, this is all speculation. i appreciate you coming to me off anon to tell me this, but i want you to think about whether this discussion is genuinely harmful to aaron bushnell's legacy or the palestinian freedom movement as a whole, whether it is just uncomfortable or in poor taste, and most importantly whether it warranted the widespread backlash against trans women on this website that it elicited.

[emry-stars-art]

I don’t know if you know this but I love a good royal au just as much if not more than a mer au… so when someone mentioned it at the beginning of May and i went for the thematic mermay instead I vowed I would come come back to the subject. Sketch dump time

Enter young king Aaron and prince Andrew, who recently were assigned new personal guards but Andrew is starting to realize every other word out of Abram’s mouth is only a half-truth if not an outright lie… what could he possibly have to hide

[writtenbysprout]

Late night comfort 

The thought of just sneaking into Aarons motel room after a long and draining day working a case just gets to me. Needing the comfort you know only he can give. Usually the two of you are incredible strict and stay in your separate rooms during cases. Having only recently started dating and with no one knowing just yet you both agreed to it being the best.

But when Aaron hears the lock shuffle and the door slowly creek open, his hand instinctly reaches for his gun. He was probably reading before going to sleep. The book now long forgotten and put aside.

Rising his gun he aims for the door way in which your figure errupt. At first he doesn't quite understand having been sure in his mind that it was a burgular or someone out to get him. But then seeing you he's quick to lower his gun.

Rushing behind you, to see if anyone followed you, or saw you entering, before hurrily closing the door behind you. He can't even begin to think about being angry or upset as the sound of your silent sniffles is all he hears.

His arms will instinctivly wrap themselves around you, pulling you as close as humanly possible. Rubbing gentle circles on your back. Kissing your temples. Feeling the warmth radiates from him through his white t-shirt.

It won’t take long before you break down again in his arms. His response? He whisper soft, reassuring words into your hair. Ever so often leaning down to kiss your nose, knowing it always makes you scrunch it, which he finds incredibly adorable. It's his small way of trying to cheer you up in between sobs.

Eventually he leads you to the bed, guides you into his embrace and let's you finish crying before asking you if you want to talk about it. Either way he'll be there for you, giving you the comfort only he can give.

[broken-heart-raven-queen]

All the Foxes have to be so grateful for TikTok not being a thing at their youth because I know FOR A FACT Nicky would have broadcasted their life there.

[deklo]

happy belated bdays to the minyard boys ily 😌🥳

pls don’t repost!

[ratatatastic]

"Is it hard to play against Brady [Tkachuk]?" "Yeah! Is it ever? You're talking about one of those killers, right? Okay, let's talk about Brady coming down on ya coming to pick up a puck it's—yeah, yeah. He's uh—he's a big boy, and he has absolutely zero regard for your health and safety." "Nope, dudn't care. Hey, when someone like that though—" "And that's... good for him!" "—but when you... when he's coming down on you, are you like, 'I'm gonna spin off of him' or are you like, 'You know what? I'm gonna dig the puck in the corner and I'm gonna put my shoulder right into his chest, and do a reverse hit.' Like, do you think about both of those? Or just like real quick—like, you know, when you reverse hit a guy—" "Yeah..." "—it fucks him! As a forward, man—you reverse hit me? I'm not hitting you again! 'Cuz now I'm fuckin' scared." "Yeah, yeah, I think... I mean, with him it's so important where the puck is and, you know, with guys that size—like, do you really wanna put your shoulder into him in that moment? Like is that gonna hurt you more than it's gonna hurt him? Potentially? I mean I'm more of, like uh, the 'avoid the hit, grab the puck.' You know, 'try and make a play'... Um, but yeah, I think it depends on the game, time of year, where we are, it's all important."

The Cam & Strick Podcast | 7.30.24 (x)

man who thoroughly enjoys when another man has absolutely zero regard for your health and safety

[mieeaahhh]

I can’t do this anymore I’m jumping (I just finished re-reading the foxhole court)

[pipedreams13]

loving aftg means seeing the words, "You know, I get it," and knowing some real shit is about to go down