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84hotpockets · 3 years ago

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Masterlist

If you're looking for my original stuff, then this is the post for you. There's audio, fiction, a few edits/gifs and some miscellaneous stuff, most of it very hotch-centric. Enjoy.

Audio:

Tabula Rasa - Hotch's dialogue from the courtroom scene in 3.19

Ashes To Dust - Hotch talking about his father in 2.19, Ashes and Dust, the silent panic, and the thing he said about Abby that's probably also true for himself

Pleasure Is My Business - How am I a whore? 4.16

...And Back - Hotch's monologue from ep. 4.26. The perfect combination of score and TG's voice. It's hauntingly beautiful.

Natural Born Killer - The line from ep. 1.08 that sparked many fics.

Route 66 - a few soundbites from 9.05

Fiction:

Worse Things Have Happened To Me - about 2955 words. When David Rossi hired Aaron Hotchner he didn’t know the man was a walking danger zone. Or 5 times Rossi had to call Haley because her husband got hurt.

Atonement - 191 words about Hotch's feelings after Roy's death

Death Comes Knocking - about 1657 words. The five times Death came knocking on Aaron Hotchner’s door and the one time he opened it. This is probably as much about Death as it is about Hotch.

Death At 3:00 AM - about 3870 words. Mentioning of scars, sick hotch, death but not in the way that you may think, friendship, unfortunately no sponsoring from Gatorade, implied nudity

Love Is Not An Emotion - about 1041 words. Emily wonders why Hotch hates her. Dave explains some things.

Nuisance - about 597 words. Why did Hotch ignore the symptoms that lead to his collapse in 9.05? Maybe he didn't want to be a nuisance.

Four Words - an introspective blurb

What’s in a name? - about 470 words of why Hotch hated college

And Everything Goes Back To The Beginning - 1.8k words about Hotch’s not-so-great childhood with cameos from Haley, Mr Brooks and Jack Hotchner

Happy Birthday Aaron Hotchner - Hotch’s birthday B99 style

Happy Birthday Aaron Hotchner 2 - just shy over 1000 words of another birthday fic; Derek’s on an important mission and Hotch is his grumpy; Daredevil and a blue Slushy make things better

Edits/Gifs:

4.26 - you know which scene (gif)

Mayhem opening shot (gif)

Mayhem opening shot 2 (gif)

Hotch/Danny Nyland (gif)

Young prosecutor Hotch/Greg Montgomery (gif)

Hotch collapsing in Route 66, ep. 9.05 (gif)

a better version of the same scene for Aaron Hotchner Appreciation Week 2021 (gif)

Hotch during his SWAT days/Danny Nyland Chicago Hope (gif)

Natural Born Killer - Derek and Hotch communicating without words (gif)

...and back (gif)

Reaper arc (gifset)

Bully. Drill Sergeant. Narcissist. (edit/fanart)

Young prosecutor Hotch? TG in Tales Of The City (screencaps)

Moodboard for one of @masterwords's fics (edit)

Hotch - kevlar and shadow on a neutral background (edit)

Hotch and Morgan laughing at a crime scene (edit)

Three agents walk into a hospital - Chicago Hope (edit)

Bearded Hotch (edit)

Early 30s Hotch - Danny Nyland (edit)

Hotch at his desk at home (edit)

Hotch behind bars (edit)

Mayhem (edit)

Polo and kevlar (edit)

His tell (edit) version 1

His tell (edit) version 2

Transparent Hotch (edit)

Casual Hotch/TG with bonus dad bod father figure (edit)

B/W kevlar (edit)

TG on The Tonight Show (edit)

Halloween (for the Aaron Hotchneer Appreciation week) (edit)

Charity event (edit)

Video

cut scene from 10.02 - Derek asks Hotch for advice

Miscellaneous:

prop mistake I

prop mistake II (or proof that Hotch was framed) - The Storm

Nameless, Faceless - Hotch's medical chart and some of my thoughts about it

Problem maker or problem solver?

plot bunnies for drowning Hotch

more plot bunnies for drowning Hotch - op is @hotchgan

plot bunnies for electrocution or hospital error - op is @hotchley

stupid or not so stupid thought of the day goes on and on

some incorrect quotes can be found here plus here and now also here.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #masterlist #84hotpockets

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unionjackpillow · 4 years ago

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FYI, I’ve made a sideblog for my current Criminal Minds/Hotrocket Hotchpocket Hotchner needs, so no more reblogs or posts on main.

#criminal minds #fyi #84hotpockets is the sideblog #it’s mostly hotch #some team stuff #and so on

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nathanbatemanfucker · 2 years ago

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Aaron Hotchner Writers Directory

note: if the creator has a masterlist it will be linked, if not, their latest fic will be linked. // there will be a second list if we have more creators submitted. // my masterlist

key: ❤️reader x hotch, ⚓️ships, 📚informational, 🍲 varied

@doctorstethoscope | masterlist ❤️

@laurensprentiss | masterlist ❤️

@hotchs-bitch | masterlist ❤️

@h0tch-r0cket | masterlist ❤️

@fatherhotchner | masterlist 🍲

@ssahotchswife | masterlist ❤️

@masterwords | masterlist 🍲

@the-modernmary | masterlist ❤️

@whump-town | masterlist 🍲

@honeybrowne | masterlist ❤️

@lesbianhotch | masterlist ❤️

@ssamorganhotchner | masterlist ❤️

@honeypiehotchner | masterlist ❤️

@olivinesea | masterlist 📚

@hotchley | masterlist 📚

@scuttling | masterlist 🍲

@angelfxllcm | masterlist ❤️

@vintagesubmariner | masterlist ❤️

@ddejavvu | masterlist ❤️

@kryptonitejelly | masterlist ❤️

@strange-mischief | masterlist ❤️

@84hotpockets | masterlist 🍲

@hotchnerxo | masterlist ❤️

@hotchaways | masterlist ❤️

@hotched | masterlist ❤️

@wheelsupkels | masterlist ❤️

@tonystarkscumslutz | masterlist ❤️

@hoe4hotchner | masterlist ❤️

@alvfr | masterlist ❤️

@eldrai | masterlist 🍲

@dadbodhotch11 | latest fic ❤️ (others: x | x)

@moonlightspencie | masterlist ❤️

@sequinsmile-x | masterlist ⚓️

@ssahoodrathotchner | masterlist ❤️

@ssa-sparks | masterlist ⚓️

@ssahotchsbitch | masterlist ❤️

@ssa-montgomery | masterlist ❤️

@ladylibby | masterlist ❤️

@jaspxr | latest fic 📚

@rosalinrabbit | latest fic ❤️

@hancydrewfan | masterlist ⚓️

@clarawatson | masterlist 🍲

@jemily-in-paris | masterlist 📚

@hogwartstoalexandria | masterlist 🍲

@ssahotstuff | masterlist ❤️

@hotch-stufff | masterlist ❤️

@boldlyvoid | masterlist ❤️

@1234-angelika | masterlist ❤️

@maybege | masterlist ❤️

@reidscanehand | masterlist ❤️

#please go support and REBLOG these writers #if i have your genre wrong let me know!#if ive missed anyone please let me know!#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fics #aaron hotchner fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fics #long post

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scorpsik · 2 years ago

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Emily Prentiss

Sikozu Shanu

G'Kar

Reb Kean (Janet Andrewartha's creation)

Patsy Stone

mmmmm...comfort characters.... *happy sigh*

@leftoverenvy @84hotpockets @gothprentiss @velvetblackness @unionjackpillow

Rules: List five comfort characters then tag five people,

Thank you for the tag @oldmanwithashield!

Daisy Johnson.

The Little Prince.

Zoya Nazyalensky.

The Pink Panther.

David Kostyk.

No pressure tagging @brekker-by-brekkerr, @thebestieyoureinlovewith, @scarletwitch-n7, @achromaticerebus and @accidental-spice!

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hotchnerobsessed · 2 years ago

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🌷🌼 Send this to ten bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep the game going! (no pressure) 🌼🌷

Oh my gosh you're too kind 🥺 Thank you for sending this to me! It truly made my day!!

I definitely want to keep this going, but I'm going to do it a little differently. I've put together a list of my favourite blogs! Many of the wonderful people on this list inspired me to start writing myself, and I adore each and every one of you!! (And yes this includes you @ssamorganhotchner 🥰)

So many of you are fabulous writers, or talented GIF/photo post makers, or have an incredible collection of CM content! Some of you have everything! And I truly admire the work everyone does!

Anyone who sees this, please give these blogs the love they deserve, and if you aren't already following them, you definitely should be!!

❤️ @ssahotchnerr

🧡 @ssa-daddyhotchner

💛 @fatherhotchner

💚 @hotchs-bitch

💙 @jaspxr

💜 @wheelsupkels

💖 @honeybrowne

🖤 @maschotch

💖 @alexblakegf

💜 @hotch-stufff

💙 @84hotpockets

💚 @peachyhotch

💛 @h0tch-r0cket

🧡 @arsonhotchner

❤️ @ladylibby

#ask answered #hotch #aaron hotchner #ssa hotchner #ssa aaron hotchner #hotch girls #thomas gibson #criminal minds #bau #behavioural analysis unit

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scorpsik · 11 months ago

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Tuesday art

I'm happy with this one!

@jay-bird54 @lex13cm @leftoverenvy @84hotpockets

#fanart #emily prentiss #paget brewster #emily whump #criminal minds

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masterwords · 3 years ago

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To Hell With the Salt

Summary: After a long, hard day, Penelope invites Hotch to stay for veggie omelets and surprises him with tequila (and maybe a hangover the following morning). Keeping secrets is a lot harder when tequila is involved. (Coda to 11x09 - Internal Affairs)

Warnings: alcohol (lots of it) & food, mention of blood/death (canon - based on episode) and Mayhem explosion/PTSD

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 3.5k

Read On AO3: To Hell With the Salt

Notes: This is for Hotch Appreciation Week Day 1 - Alternate Scene or Episode Ending, also coinciding with Comfortember Day 1 - Discovery. Inspired by an idea loaned to me by @kirstenseas AGES ago and I've finally managed to produce something viable with it.

Find the rest here: Hotch Appreciation Week, Comfortember 2021

Tag List: @84hotpockets, @crimefiqhters, @bau-gremlin, @genevievedarcygranger, @mayasreadingnook, @arsonhotchner, @scuttling, @hotchappreciationweek

Jalapeños.

Nothing wild, nothing out there. Just a simple offer of omelets with jalapeño in the middle of the night. She looked so hopeful, his weary heart couldn't turn her down. The day had been so long and so exhausting, maybe they both needed a win.

Tequila was where it went off the rails.

"Derek has a bottle hidden in his office somewhere..."

"You really shouldn't tell me things like that," he scolded, but it was gentle and laced with a smile, the kind that said he was being serious but he wasn't upset - they really needed to share less with him when it came to breaking rules, and maybe that was his fault, blurring those lines in more ways than most of them knew. Tonight wasn't going to help if tequila was involved. She just nodded her understanding and he still accepted her offer of a night cap. Already one glass of scotch in after his day spent rubbing elbows with people he'd rather not associate with regularly, at least not outside of professional settings, so really why not continue? At least he liked Penelope, it was already a drastic improvement.

Before he could change his mind (and she could see it in his eyes, he was already getting there the more he sobered up from his previous endeavor) Penelope scampered down the hall to Derek's office, hardly having waited for the entire answer to leave his lips. Once he began, once she knew where his answer was going, she was gone.

No time to lose. She kicked off her heels halfway there so she could go faster and in comfort, shuffling barefoot down the hallway like a child. She returned promptly, heels back on, with a full bottle of tequila sloshing around in her arms and a triumphant grin on her face, a welcome sight after the tears that still glistened on her cheeks. He glanced at his watch, eyeing the time and fired off a reluctant text to Jessica - he was going to commit, no backing out now. She was far too gracious, quickly telling him to stay out as late as he wanted and that she wouldn't wait up. She almost seemed eager as she followed it up with something sweet before he could type out a response. You deserve to have fun, Aaron, like she knew he was already second guessing his decision and trying to find an excuse to head home. She wasn't far off.

"The team are on their way," she hummed as she busied herself with the foil on the unopened bottle. "They should be back in a couple of hours." A pang of guilt settled in his belly when he realized what that meant - mountains of paperwork and days of explanations to everyone who had questions, the take down had been messy and Agents were in danger. He would have a lot of talking to do. That was the job, and it was only the start. Worse than any of that, he had to worry over whether Derek was hurt, what he'd seen, what new nightmares might keep them up at night. Endless concerns, and then there would be the questions from Derek about his day, many he wouldn't be able to answer. Arguments and hurt feelings.

Not tonight.

Penelope hummed as she cooked, using the jalapeño he'd chopped with care, sure not to let a single mince go to waste. Spice hung in the air, ravaged his sinuses and he rubbed his tired eyes.

“Here you go, sir,” she said, surprising him as he worried over the conversation he was going to need to have, the ramifications of this day, each time he sorted and filed one piece another took its place. A coffee mug appeared before him, hand outstretched and he accepted it with a soft thanks. “It's not exactly a margarita, but it's all I have. Sprite with a splash of lime juice and tequila...I don't think it'll age well, we should probably drink them fast. Are you okay, sir?” Staring into the mug, he was more than a little uneasy and trying to figure out when he'd last had tequila. There was a brief flash, sand and waves crashing warm against his ankles, a stack of shot glasses and a gallon of Cuervo on a breakfast bar beside lime wedges and hot sauces...a sunburn and Derek. Mexico, that was the last time he'd had tequila. He lifted his mug and nodded, ignoring her question unintentionally and offering her a cheers in its place.

“To friendship,” he whispered, eyes twinkling in the low light, the bright tears catching the lamp's glow. His suit felt a little tight already, too warm, and there was a heavy feeling in his chest. The tears, he could feel the way they burned and he forced himself not to blink, not to let them fall. The chirp of his car lock had shuddered through him in a way it hadn't in years, the memories clear as day while he stood back and considered not getting into the vehicle at all. He could have just walked, called a cab, not touched the handle. Paralyzed by long buried fear. The scotch, begrudgingly accepted more out of a sense of obligation than anything else, had smoothed frayed nerves, helped him forget the sound of the explosion, the lick of the flames but they were there now in the caustic smell of the tequila and the burn of the peppers wafting through the air. He couldn't escape it. At best he hoped to quiet the anxious feeling, stop his fingers worrying against one another. The tequila, he hoped, might make it go dormant again, help him at least forget the way his heart jumped into his throat as flesh touched metal.

“And hope,” he added with a final nod. “We'll get you out of here soon.”

“Hear, hear!” she squeaked through tears, more tears. He hadn't intended to make her cry again, yet there they were holding mugs of effervescent future misery side by side, both brimming with tears. She cried over him calling her a friend, as silly as it was, but him...why was he crying?

"Sir?" She eyed him suspiciously. "You never look particularly cheerful but you look...are you alright?"

He took a gulp and winced at the burn, the way the bubbles burst up into his nose and cleared his throat. "Hard day."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not particularly," he replied softly and she nodded. "Thank you though."

"Of course, Aaron...anytime."

He was drunk fast, too fast, too easy. The world was softer, slower by the time he tried to focus enough to manage the fine motor skills of using a fork, pulling it to his mouth. She was right on his heels. The omelets provided a nice landing place for the tequila they were going through a little too quickly, and as a buffer she pulled out some tortilla chips and salsa. They laughed loud, probably too loud but who was there to complain?

"Wanna play a game?" she asked, watching the way his face seemed to fall after a few moments of silence. She couldn't allow it, and if he couldn't tell her what was wrong, she'd do her best to help him avoid it. He nodded and grinned, sloshing the liquid that was now more tequila than Sprite around in his mug - her pours had gotten considerably heavier as the night wore on. The curse of tequila. She dug an old Scrabble game out of a dusty drawer and by the time the team showed up, the board was a mess. Some real high score words, some terribly close but not quite, some just random letters thrown down because they looked funny side by side. They'd long since given up on playing the game by any real rules, now they were just making them up on a whim. She talked, he listened, they played. During one game, if you could pronounce the sounds of the letters and make the other person laugh hard enough, you could have the points. She was certain she had that one in the bag, but her skills were no match for his.

"Lawyer," he offered with a shrug as he peered at his tiles, tried to clear the double vision and pick some winners. She nodded, as if she followed his winding train of thought. It was a lie, she couldn't figure it out, so she offered an alternative that made sense to her.

"Dad," she said and he nodded, smiling.

"Yes. That, too."

In another version, he'd attempted to convince her of at least three words that Shakespeare had invented that you'd never find in a dictionary, proclaiming uselessly that they had definitions and rattling them off. There was no convincing her to budge on this one, she'd lost too many games to him already...even if he could produce the name of the play, the act and the line from which the word was pulled - she just laughed in his face and pushed the tiles back into his lap.

"I don't care where infamonize is in Love's Labor's Lost, it isn't in my dictionary so it isn't a word. You can't sway me with your pretty monologues, sir."

"Hey! Blondie!"

They both heard the shout from down the hall and froze. He was already curled up on the couch, his tired eyes having finally given up the ghost. The tiles had blurred into one wooden mess before him and there was not a thing he could do to change it - he'd tried, dumping his contacts and pulling out his glasses as a last resort. Not really sleeping, just laying curled up in a blanket with his glasses low on his nose listening to the sounds of David Bowie warbling ohhhh you pretty things...while Penelope told him a story, her words flying far too fast for him to keep up. He flinched at the sound of Derek's bellow, realized he was going to be in deep trouble, but it wasn't enough to make him sit upright or even open his eyes.

Derek would either find him, or leave him be to slowly die of dehydration. There was a bottle of water somewhere in his lap, fallen beneath the blankets but he couldn't muster the energy to search it out. The room spun in circles around him, slow and methodical rocking like he was adrift at sea. It didn't exactly make him dizzy but forced him to slow down, close his eyes, relax into it. Outside he heard the chirp of car locks, one two three and he hugged the pillow tighter to the ache in his chest, wondered how much tequila it would actually take to forget the way he'd felt just a few hours before, the way he hadn't felt in years and now it was fresh, like it never went away. Blood and shattered glass all he could see.

“Next time you're gonna steal my booze,” Derek continued, breezing into the room without stopping to consider what he would be interrupting. His go bag still hung over his shoulder, eyes narrowed to slits in the dark, he didn't see Aaron at first. He'd done a fine job of blending in, curling himself up tight beneath the blankets, Penelope's blankets. "Could you not destroy my office in the process?”

“You're back!” she stumbled out of her chair and flung her arms around his neck, pushing up onto the tips of her toes. She'd given up on the formality of her heels when Aaron slid out of his jacket, it seemed a fair trade. "My love, my light, I'm so glad you're all back safe and sound and OHHHH...you're in trouble you know that? Biiiiiiiig trouble. You and Dr. Lewis didn't take back-up...bad bad..."

"Woah," he said, scrunching up his nose at the smell of the booze on her breath. "Slow your roll. We didn't know that guy was the unsub, you know that, I was talking to you...wait, what's going on here?"

"Well," she started, still hanging around his neck. "Okay. I don't know, really, it's a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle bit fuzzy. See, it started with omelets. Or, back up...I was hungry, it was late but I didn't get a chance to have dinner and then Hotch came to talk to me and I was, I just...didn't want to be alone, and he had such a hard day here on his own and I thought...maybe he'd want to eat with me? So I asked him to eat with me and he said Jack was already in bed so why not and then I remembered the tequila in your office..." She was rambling, he was trying to keep up but his exhaustion was catching up to him faster than she could talk, a rough combination. "Now we're listening to David Bowie and talking...well I'm talking, he might be sleeping I don't know but did you know he's really really smart? He cheats at Scrabble though, I'm pretty sure..."

“Hotch...” Derek groaned and peeked around the fluff of her hair, shifted her to the side to get a better look at the man half alive on the couch. His lip twitched, a tiny smirk appearing right at the corner, just enough to be noticeable. Awake, but just barely. “You good?”

“Never better,” he lied as the smile spread to his entire face. His eyes remained closed, but he looked to be in very good spirits. “Sprite and tequila...not as bad as you would think...”

“Yeah. Right. Mama,” Derek warned, still holding her shoulders while he glared at her. She swayed like a leaf on a gentle breeze in his grasp, not enough to worry him but he struggled to keep her focus. He couldn't take another long story. Every few moments she opened her mouth like she wanted to say something and he furrowed his brow, quieting her instantly. “Here's what's happening. I'm gonna drive this man home and then I'm coming back...we need to have a talk.” Without giving her the chance for rebuttal, he helped the nearly sleeping man to his feet, steadied him there for a moment while Aaron forced his eyes open and tried to get his bearings. The floor rolled beneath him, he felt it up into his knees and he leaned hard against Derek, throwing one arm around his waist like it belonged there, quickly followed by the other. He held on like a baby koala, pressed his cheek against Derek's shoulder and finally he realized that this was how he forgot that awful feeling, the fear. This was his answer. Not scotch or tequila, he knew better, those only made things worse in the end. It had been Derek there before, with him in the street and at the hospital and driving him home, and it was Derek there now. It didn't fix the problem, but it did remind him that he was okay.

She had questions. Derek shushed her each time she opened her mouth to ask.

“My stomach is upset...” Aaron whispered, lost in his drunk fog that tasted an awful lot like regret but hoping Penelope wouldn't hear and feel guilty. Derek just nodded, he knew, and kissed him on the temple, walked him out the door without another word. He didn't fuss or argue, was pliant in Derek's arms.

Home was simple, Aaron slept the entire way, not a word shared between them. A pitcher of water and a glass, a bottle of ibuprofen, a handful of extra strength Tums and a trash can tucked right up beside the bed. Just in case. Jessica got a good laugh out of it when Derek told her, because even if she'd said she wouldn't wait up she always did, it was a force of habit far too old to break. She promised she'd listen for trouble while Derek was out, said it was her fault, she'd told him to have a good time.

"Never again," Derek said with a wink. "Not with that woman. Penelope can't be trusted."

It didn't take long for him to get back, the roads were empty enough that he could go a little too fast. It had just been enough time that she could clean up the mess, chug about a gallon of water and prepare her bed that now smelled just like whatever product Aaron used in his hair.

“I don't know what you were thinkin...” he announced, leaning in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest. It was a little accusatory but mostly good-natured.

“I just...we just...”

“Oh, you just you just...” he was mocking her now, shaking his head. She didn't mind it, at least it told her he wasn't really mad. She hadn't done any real damage. The entire time they'd been gone she was worried she'd done something horribly wrong, maybe Aaron wasn't supposed to drink, maybe that tequila was special, a lot of maybes flew through her head as she forced herself to sober up and apologize.

“Is he okay?"

"He's sleepin' it off. Jessica's staying the night, he'll be okay. Might wanna take it easy around here tomorrow, huh? Seriously, Penelope, what were you thinking? He doesn't drink like that..."

"Hey. Okay, I made a mistake, it was a really hard day and I just thought...he looked like he needed...hey. Wait. Yeah I messed up but...but...you. You. YOU. What was...THAT?” And then there was this, it rose in her belly, beat at her chest, the indignity of feeling betrayed, lied to. Yeah, maybe she didn't need to get her boss drunk, that was stupid, and it would probably have consequences felt for days. She had a bed to crash on mere feet away but she hadn't considered where he'd be sleeping, how he would be getting home. Would he have been sleeping at his desk? And Derek was right, he didn't drink like that, he was doing it for her, to make her feel better and she felt awful, but then there was the arm and the kiss and she had QUESTIONS.

“No idea what you're talkin' about...” he feigned innocence, loved watching the way it got her all riled up. She was vibrating with anticipation and he ate it up. Pointedly, she played with the tea bag in her mug and stared at him, waiting for him to open up. A silent challenge. When it was clear to her that he had no intention of doing so, she set the mug down on the table and smacked him on the arm. “Keep your hands off of me, crazy lady.”

She eyed him warily while he gathered the dishes to wash, the last of the remnants from their wild two person party. “How long have you been lying to me?”

“Hey now,” he said softly, more than a little offended. He may not have told her everything, but he hadn't ever lied. "I don't like your tone."

“Don't you even, Derek Morgan...all those stories of girls you've been seeing...the...the...the roses and the weekend trip in New York and the...omigod...” Clarity was setting in but her mouth couldn't seem to keep up with the realizations.

“Okay wait a minute, I never said girls, first of all, you just assumed I meant girls...”

“So those were all...about...” Her breath hitched in her throat, she let out a soft little cough.

He grinned, waited for her to run through all of the stories she could remember, stories shared over late night glasses of wine ending in near misses, slips, an endless parade of nameless faceless girls replaced with her scowling but very handsome, well tailored boss. Moments he'd almost said too much, barely caught himself before saying a name, mentioning Jack but managed to keep it under wraps. She blushed, fell into the chair beside her with a dramatic thud.

“You are a monster. You...you two...for...how long?”

“Nevermind that, you little busybody. Now that you know what you know, your big, sexy mouth has to stay shut you understand me?”

She smirked and he shook his head, this was going to prove to be a challenge. Penelope, henceforth, was going to be insufferable. He wasn't looking forward to letting Aaron know that they'd been discovered, let the cat out of the bag with their affectionate shenanigans - Aaron had no idea what he'd done and Derek simply couldn't help it, it was already hard enough to keep his hands to himself on a normal day, this was too much. No more tequila for him.

“Go home, Derek Morgan. I want to go to bed and he needs you more than I do. See you...both...in the morning.”

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scorpsik · 1 year ago

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hotchgan · 3 years ago

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are we too young for this

here is the hotch killed his dad au based on this post and the op’s tags. i want to credit @maschotch for starting the idea that hotch killed his dad. anyways, please read the warnings cause it may not be for everyone. hope you enjoy.

taglist: @ellyhotchner @raeganlewis @prentissology @84hotpockets @aaron-hotchner187 @hotchley @whoreforthebauteam @hotchscotchh @tenelvez @buckleyhans @ropoto @spenciebroski @lovelyy-moonlight @paulitalblond @cinnamon-bun @altsvu @wheelsupkels @ssacharcoalgrey @anastasiahotchner @shyinadarkplace

warnings: murder, death, gun/gun shot, mention of blood, mention of child abuse, alcohol, misogynist views, mention of cancer

“What about you, Hotch? How’s your dad?” Derek asks. Aaron looks up from the plate of food on the table. Everyone turns around to face him, curious about his response. It was Rossi’s idea to go out someplace and bond more. Ever since Emily faked her death, the team slowly grew apart. Aaron hopes spending more time together outside of work will help bring the team together. And somehow the topic of parents came up.

“He died.. a while back”, Aaron vaguely responds. He then takes another bite of his steak. The team looks back at their plates, disappointed by his response. Aaron had always been so secretive about his childhood. It was impossible to get him to open up about it.

“How did he die?” Emily asks, not satisfied by his previous response. Aaron freezes, his eyes glued to his plate. He realizes his hand is shaking so he lets go of the fork. Aaron remembers what happened the night his dad died, despite his efforts to forget it. His mind races to what he was doing that night.

Aaron’s father had just found out that he was diagnosed with lung cancer. He had to quit his job, making him angry at everyone. Especially Aaron. Aaron didn’t know why his father blamed him. But after listening to his rants about how worthless he was, Aaron realized that his father wanted to blame someone for his own mistakes. His father got cancer because he smoked which led him to having to resign. But somehow it was always Aaron’s fault.

“Your mother is probably sleeping with someone like a whore. Wouldn’t wanna be a widow for too long huh?” Aaron’s father says as he takes another sip of alcohol. His mother was at a friend’s house with Sean. They were staying late since it was Sean’s first sleepover and his mother wanted to make sure he would be alright. Aaron didn’t say anything though. He learned not to.

“I bet it will only take three months before she marries some other man. Maybe someone younger”, His father wonders. He then laughs cruelly as he tries to take another sip before realizing his glass is empty.

“Fill this up, boy” Aaron’s father barks, making him flinch. Aaron runs to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of scotch. He comes back as fast as he can without dropping it. Only god knows what happened the time he did drop the bottle.

Aaron fills up the glass with alcohol, feeling his father’s glare at him. He then snatches the glass and jugs it without a thank you. It was ok though, Aaron was used to it. His father ends up jugging the alcohol too hard and spills it on the table. He swears in anger.

“Go get me a napkin”, Aaron’s father growls at him. Aaron nods as he runs to the kitchen again to look for a napkin. He opens multiple drawers, desperately trying to find something he can clean up the spill with. He then accidentally opens an unlocked drawer, finding a gun inside it. Aaron’s blood runs cold as he sees his father's gun lying there. He claims it’s for emergencies but Aaron knows it’s for threatening his mother whenever she tries to leave with Sean. He sees his mother’s attempts of leaving his father and him with Sean. She always seems to forget that Aaron was also his son.

“What’s taking so damn long”, His father yells from the kitchen, “That bitch Haley must be making you slow”. Aaron stops at where he is standing. His breathing speeds up, daring him to say another word about Haley. He knows his father doesn’t approve of her. Which is why he never introduced her to him. His father has seen her before and commented on her short clothes. Aaron did mention once that he went on a date with Haley making his father angry. He went on a rant about how she was only going to distract him from becoming a lawyer. And all Aaron could do is listen.

“Who the hell does she think she is? That his father works for a high-end business company so she can do anything she wants. And the fact her mother works too. She should be cooking for her family instead of working”, His father says making Aaron only angrier. Aaron stared at the gun as he listened to his father insult the love of his life and her family. He runs his head through the outcomes of him shooting his father.

The neighbors would hear the gunshot and call the police. The police would come in and see Aaron holding the gun and arrest him right then and there. He would go to court and try him as an adult and be sent to prison for life. Or he could place the gun on his father’s hand, making it seems like a suicide. He didn’t want to suffer through cancer and not have a job so he killed himself. But then the police would check for fingerprints and see Aaron’s. They will interrogate Aaron and send him to jail. Unless he wears gloves.

Aaron then spots black leather gloves on the kitchen counter. His mother uses them when she spends time in her garden. And also when she needs to hide the cuts and bruises on her hand. Aaron grabs the gloves and places them on his hand. His mother's hands were small so they were a bit tight on him. But he didn’t care. His father was still ranting about Haley and her family. Aaron grabs the gun, thinking that he couldn’t take more of it.

Aaron walks into the living room with the gun in his hand. He feels adrenaline flowing through his blood with confidence he never felt before. Aaron’s father looks to see his son holding a gun. He immediately stops talking and widens his eyes.

“What are you doing with the gun, son?” His father asks softly compared to his yelling before. Aaron slowly walks up to him, pointing the gun to his father’s temple. He sees his father shaking. Pathetic, Aaron thinks. Aaron places his finger on the trigger. He hesitates for a second thinking back through the outcomes of him murdering his father. His father notices his hesitation and starts laughing.

“You’re not gonna shoot me, are you? You’re a coward just like your mother”, Aaron's father spats at him. Aaron slowly pulls the gun away from his father’s head. Aaron was anything but a coward. He could kill his father right now. And he will. Aaron takes a deep breath before pushing the gun towards his father’s head.

“Go to hell”, Aaron says to his father before pulling the trigger. Blood splatters on the floor as his father’s head falls on the couch arm. Aaron takes a moment to process what he just did. He shot his father. He shot his father and killed him. He then suddenly hears police sirens slowly becoming louder.

Aaron starts to panic. He needs to make sure it looks like his father committed suicide. He places the gun in his father’s hand, wrapping his finger around the trigger button. He then quickly takes his gloves off and places them at the kitchen counter. Aaron goes through his alibi. His father was drinking and Aaron was in his room upstairs. He heard his father opening the drawers in the kitchen but didn’t think much of it before he heard a gunshot. He went downstairs to his father dead with a gun in his hands.

The front door suddenly knocks, snapping Aaron back to reality. Aaron opens the door to see Captain Montgomery. Captain Montgomery, or Monty, is the head of the local police station. He is loved by everyone in town, his father even respected him. Monty was called multiple times to the hospital because of Aaron’s bruises but Aaron always said it was because he fell or got into a fight. Monty knew something was wrong with the Hotchner family but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it.

“Aaron, I heard a gunshot so I thought I should check if anything is wrong”, Monty says. Aaron struggles to find his words so he opens the door wider to let Monty in. The captain walks into the living room to see Aaron’s father dead on the couch. Monty steps closer to the dead body and notices the gun in his hand.

“Aaron, your father is left-handed, not right-handed”, Monty says softly as he turns around to face Aaron. The young boy freezes, unsure of what to say. Monty slowly walks up to the frightened boy and places an arm on his shoulder. He leans down to the same height as him.

“It’s ok, Aaron. I’ll find a way to explain it. All you need to do right now is to act like a grieving son. Do you have an alibi?” Monty asks. Aaron nods his head making Monty give him a small smile. He pats the young boy’s head as he calls for backup and forensics into his radio.

Aaron’s mother was called and she immediately came, hugging her son for the first time in a long time. Sean was staying over at his friend’s house, they didn’t want to tell him yet as he was looking forward to his sleepover. The police rule the death as a suicide thanks to Monty. Aaron ended up breaking the news to Sean as his mother was too depressed to even say anything without breaking down and crying. They had a funeral a couple of days later. Almost everyone in town came. Haley was standing next to Aaron, slipping her hand into his and she noticed it was shaking. He squeezes her hand, thinking if he is too young for this.

“He... He killed himself after he found out he had cancer”, Aaron says to Emily. Her eyes widened in shock before composing herself. The atmosphere suddenly becomes uncomfortable and Emily regrets being too curious.

“Oh, I’m sorry”, Emily says softly. Aaron gives her a small smile, hoping it would comfort her and the rest of the team.

“It’s alright. It was a long time ago”, Aaron replies. Emily nods before changing the subject which was Spencer’s inability to use chopsticks. The young doctor ends up saying some statistics on how not many people know how to use chopsticks but it was shot down when Emily called him a nerd. Aaron relaxes the rest of the night, forgetting the question about his father. Monty ended up getting a heart attack a couple of years ago leaving Aaron the only one to know the truth. And he plans on taking it to his grave.

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