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film-bro-hotch · 2 years ago

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I'll Cowboy the Best - Hotch x Fem!Reader - one shot

I have been working on this one for a little bit, but it has been so fun. This is 100% self-indulgent (like most of my stuff), but I really hope you all like it. I have to give credit where credit is due, though, because I used to despise the holidays. It wasn't until living with @honeypiehotchner that I have maybe started to like them a little. What was supposed to be a funny cowboy!Hotch fic has now turned into a Holiday Season cowboy!Hotch fic. Thanks, K. The month of December is a bit more tolerable because of you ;)

Synopsis: You are visiting family on their Texas farm for the holidays and decide it's time your boyfriend meet your parents. One of your problems, though, is that your family isn't too fond of him. There is nearly a 10 year age gap between the two of you, and worst of all, he is your boss. Hotch is determined to make them like him, even if that means saddling up and playing the part of a cowboy.

Warnings: This is an age-gap relationship, but these two are both consenting adults. Reader is near 30 - we don't do that huge age gap stuff. Also there are discussions about the inherent power dynamics between you and Hotch with him as your boss. But mostly this is fluff! This is a happy story!

WC: 8.2k

Find me a horse that I can cover Find me some stars to sleep under Find me a train, I’ll hop out west If she wants a cowboy, I’ll cowboy the best

You watched his hand flex as he gripped the wheel a little bit tighter. Usually this kind of behavior was reserved for when you were in a high-speed chase trying to catch an unsub and Hotch was about to pull some stupid move and drift an SUV in a way that it certainly wasn’t made to do.

But that wasn’t the case. You were on day two of your trip down to visit family, and you had switched off drivers a few hours ago. You had offered to drive the rest of the way since you knew the town, but Hotch insisted for some reason you couldn’t quite figure out yet. Driving instead of flying was your idea in the first place anyway.

He looked less than enthused, but you somehow managed to talk him into it. You only had about 30 minutes before you were supposed to make it to your family’s Texas ranch, and he seemed to be getting more stressed by the minute.

“Aaron, are you good? You’ve been tense for the past hour, and we aren’t on a crowded interstate.” Truth be told, you had only passed maybe 5 other cars in that time.

“I’m okay, really. I’m just…a little nervous.”

It was something that you hadn’t really thought of. It would make sense, though. Meeting the parents was something nerve-wracking anyway, but Hotch probably hadn’t had to do it since high school. And your parents were already…not exactly thrilled with him. He was almost ten years older than you, and he was your boss. Both your mom and your dad were quick to point out the implications, and the trouble both of you could get into for dating. You had mostly brushed it off, changed the subject or made an excuse to hang up the phone, but being there for the holidays made it much more difficult to ignore.

You were gentle as you placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing your thumb along his muscle. “It’s going to be okay, I promise. Once they get to know you, they are going to love you just as much as I do.”

He played off a laugh and muttered, “Well I hope not that much,” to which you promptly slapped the arm you had just been caressing.

“You know what I meant,” you said with a pointed gaze, but that smirk on your face let him know you weren’t actually mad.

The rest of the ride was uneventful, the majority of your scenery being flat, snow-covered farmland and the occasional herd of cows. Your family’s ranch was one of the closer ones to town, meaning that it was still a good 20 minutes to any store. You could tell that Hotch was analyzing everything as they entered the driveway, committing all of it to memory. The driveway was still gravel, the familiar sound of tires crushing and compacting the rocks and snow beneath settled your nerves a little. The house you grew up in was the exact same as the day you left to move to Virginia. A one story brick home, classic white shutters and a porch that looked like it needed to be restained. Your mother had her Christmas lights on the porch, though it was more because she never took them down than her getting into the holiday spirit.

The farm was mostly corn, some pole beans and cucumbers planted throughout to help with the soil, though none of that was planted now with the cold. The other half of the land was grazing for the cows, goats, and chickens, and a small barn kept the few horses your parents still had around.

“You didn’t tell me it was a farm,” he said with a cocked eyebrow. You might have fibbed a little and just said you lived on a lot of land growing up, which wasn’t untrue.

“You never asked,” you said simply. You were already out of the car before he could say anything more. It was the perfect kind of cold outside. Just a little nippy to wake you up, but no harsh wind feeling like it was cutting your cheeks open. You had only grabbed one bag of your luggage when you heard the screen door open, followed by quick steps on the gravel as your mother called your name. She pulled you into a hug, kissing the side of your head and then your cheek.

“It is so good to see you! I was just telling your daddy, I can’t believe the two of you drove all the way here!” she said. You looked over at Aaron, offering him an encouraging smile.

It didn’t last too long, though. You hadn’t even heard the screen door open, but your dad had found his way outside at some point and was leaning against the porch railing. “He could have easily bought y'all tickets.” So this was how the trip was starting.

Aaron may have had so much experience with confrontation, but you could still see his tells, his little ticks that gave away his nerves. Usually his shoulders were relaxed and he stood at his full height. You could see the tension even through his winter coat. He was slouching a little, perhaps bringing himself a bit lower. Even with that, he towered over your dad. You were about to defend him, tell your dad it was your idea, but Aaron spoke first, talking as he walked over to your dad.

“Good thing we didn’t fly. That front coming in has delayed or canceled almost every flight out of D.C. Besides, I wouldn’t want to hassle you with having to pick us up at the airport,” he started, offering his hand to shake. “Aaron Hotchner.”

Your dad wasn’t the most cheery person anyway, but you could tell he wasn’t exactly thrilled at having Aaron here. He did, however, pride himself on being a gentleman, so he shook his hand. “Curtis L/N. Good to finally meet you in person.”

“You too. Y/N has told me so much about you and your wife. I’m curious to see how much of what she told me is true.” He was taking a risky move joking like that, but at the very least it got a huff out of your dad, which was better than the blank stare you would get sometimes when you made a joke.

“Come on, let’s get inside! I don’t want to freeze my ass off,” you said, earning a look of disapproval from your mother for the curse, but the two of you grabbed the bags from the car and followed the men inside.

Your mother, being the gracious host she always had to be, left the bags by the door and pointed down the hall. “Now at the very end is the spare bedroom that you can sleep in, Aaron. It’s got a little bathroom attached to it,” she then turned to look at you, “you can just use our bathroom, sweetie.” Oh, you should have expected this. You knew your parents were traditional, so of course there was no way they were going to let you share a room with him unless you had his last name.

While you loved your parents and were happy to see them after living in D.C. for so long, you were quite tired, and there was only so much of them you could take. “Thanks, mom, but I think Aaron and I are pretty tired. We’ve been driving all day, so we might turn in a little early.” You look at Hotch, expecting him to agree, but he seemed quite determined to get your parents to like him.

“I can stay up and talk a little longer,” he started, but your dad was already waving his hand dismissively.

“I’m usually out like a light before 8:00. I ain’t got much socializing left in me today,” he said, to which Aaron gave a quick nod, wished your parents good night, and went to the guest bedroom. If you were able to follow him, you would joke that your dad sounded a little like him. He may pull late nights at the BAU, but if he could keep from socializing, he would.

You may have been in your childhood bedroom, but you found it incredibly hard to sleep that night. Perhaps it was because you had been away so long that the place felt foreign to you now. Maybe it was the anxiety of your parent’s approval, or maybe it was the fear that after meeting your family, Hotch wouldn’t want to stay in the relationship. You chastised yourself for that one. You knew it was a stupid thought. You grabbed the phone on your nightstand, deciding to text him.

Maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t get to share a room. We wouldn’t have been able to get away with anything with that squeaky mattress. I can hear you every time you turn

His reply was quick, almost like he had been debating texting you as well. I feel like I’m sixteen again.

I told you I would make you feel younger

Not exactly the way I thought you would do it.

You stared at the message for a moment, knowing he probably felt some of the same anxieties, which was saying something considering Aaron Hotchner was not an anxious person. You should go ahead and get some sleep. They will probably be up early working

I love you.

I love you too

—

You woke up the next morning a little earlier than you usually would have, though you attributed it to the fact that you went to bed pretty early, and you were dealing with a time change, so it was really closer to 9:00 back home. You could smell breakfast in the kitchen, likely cooked a while ago and your mother left it out for you to reheat whenever you got up. When you walked out, you could see the door to the guest room open, but when you peeked inside, Hotch wasn’t there.

Going down the hall to the kitchen, he wasn’t in there either. You went about your business, fixing a plate of eggs, bacon, biscuits with gravy, and a little bit of grits. Coffee had been brewed probably an hour ago, but you fixed yourself a cup, stirring in sugar and cream before heading outside to the porch where you knew your parents were probably sitting and drinking their coffee. They had probably already worked this morning, feeding the cows and chickens and horses.

It was still cold, but most of the snow had melted, and your dad had put heaters by the porch for this very reason. Your mom does this every morning and still complains that it’s cold, so I had to fix something, he had said to you on the phone one night. A heater didn’t sound too bad right then.

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” you heard the moment the screen door creaked open.

“Morning,” you replied, taking the rocking chair on the other side of your mother, “Have you seen Aaron this morning?”

“He went out into town a little bit ago. Said he forgot a couple things and needed to run to the store. I’m having him pick up some more Folgers while he’s out,” she said, cradling her vintage coffee mug in her hand with a smug smile. You know that partly why she missed you was because she missed sending someone else into town. But what could Aaron have possibly missed? He was so particular when it came to packing. He had lists for his lists, and he went over everything with a fine-toothed comb.

You were about halfway through your breakfast and cup of coffee when you heard the sound of tires against the gravel. You cradled your cup, watching as Aaron stepped out of the car, going to the back and picking up a few grocery bags, a hand behind his back. He swiftly moved up the steps to the porch, kissing your cheek and whispering, “Morning.” He revealed his arm and handed a bouquet of flowers, blue hydrangeas mixed with baby’s breath. The second bouquet he handed to your mother along with a comically large red tin. “I didn’t forget about you. Sunflowers and a value-sized Folgers classic roast for you.” You knew what he was doing, and it was totally working on your mom.

“Aaron, you shouldn’t have,” she said as she took the flowers, inspecting each petal carefully.

“In the Christmas spirit already, St. Nick?” you teased, looking up at him from behind your mug. He had a half grin on his face, shrugging his shoulders.

“Maybe for some people,” he joked dryly.

He made his way inside, presumably to go about putting the groceries away.

Your mother started a little conversation, asking you a few things about your job, D.C., and about Aaron. It wasn’t long before that conversation turned into your mother going on about the town gossip. How Claire that you went to high school with was married and had two kids with her highschool sweetheart, how they still lived down the road from their parents. You loved yours, but you could not fathom staying in the same zip code as them as an adult. She told you about her hairdresser and how “Bless her heart, she’s new, so she doesn’t quite know what I like yet.”

At some point during the conversation, your dad had made his way inside, his cup of coffee gone as well. It was when you made the realization that your boyfriend was now left alone with your dad that the door opened, both men walking out and heading down the porch steps.

“Where are you guys going?” you asked, trying to hide the concern in your voice.

“I’m just going to show him around the farm,” your dad said, but there was a glint in his eye that told you he was going to do much more. Aaron looked back at you with a look that screamed help me and was perhaps the most boyish you had seen him in your relationship. As much as you wanted, you couldn’t really do anything, so you watched them walk down the gravel drive toward the barn and said a silent prayer that your father wasn’t planning on killing a federal agent.

“And this right here is my 57’ Thunderbird. I don’t take her out much, only on special occasions.” Curtis had been showing Hotch around the barn for about thirty minutes, telling him all about how it worked, how the hay was kept in the loft which had holes to the feeding troughs in each stall. He seemed the picture of calm, but Hotch could tell he was just waiting for the right moment to talk about the elephant in the room. The older man turned to Hotch, and he expected it to be then that he asked him why the hell he was messing with his daughter.

“You ever rode a horse, Aaron?”

He was taken aback by the question. He had been prepared for anything - for accusations, for an interrogation, for some kind of psychoanalysis, but this…

“No, I haven’t,” he replied hesitantly. “Why are you asking me this.”

“Because you are going to ride a horse today, boy.”

Hotch had decided that this was worse than any kind of interrogation he was expecting from your father. No, this had to be some kind of divine punishment for a wrongdoing he couldn’t fathom. He should have been offended that your dad called him “boy.” He hadn’t been called that in decades.

Curtis had already left him by the vintage car and was walking toward a section of the barn to the side with concrete floors. One half looked to be open stalls for grooming, and the other side was filled with saddles, blankets, different ropes and metal chains. He had no idea what was used for what, and part of him was terrified your dad had a murder weapon hidden amongst everything. What should have been the trim by the ceiling was covered with award ribbons of various colors, but an overwhelming amount seemed to be blue. Upon further inspection, it looked as though they were organized by year. The wall closest to the stables held a corkboard with no more room for pictures or trinkets. Tickets and newspaper clippings covered each other, a cluster of memories dating back to around the same time as the ribbons on the wall.

“How much did she tell you? About all this?” Curtis asked, motioning to the board and ribbons.

“She would bring it up sometimes. Always fondly. She told me the family showed livestock and raced horses.”

Curtis crossed his arms, an almost sad sense of nostalgia filling his tone. “Not so much anymore. It’s not as big as it used to be, and I’m getting a little old for hog-tying a calf.”

Hotch found himself laughing, a little surprised he actually cracked a joke.

“There was one time we were in Montana for a case. We were in the middle of nowhere in the mountains, and the local police helping us were all on horses for our search. She joined them like it was nothing. One of our coworkers asked why she never told us she could ride, and she just smiled and said we never asked.” The more Aaron thought about it, the more he realized in that instance you sounded a bit like your dad. He could see now why you put up with his dry sense of humor, and why you had a bit of it too.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you today,” Curtis started, grabbing a saddle. It was an older one compared to the shiny, brighter ones displayed on the wall. This one was still a deep reddish brown but had discoloration in the most well-loved spots. Decorative etchings lined the leather, and silver pieces whose design was near flat adorned places where leathers met. Curtis handed him the saddle, picking up a blanket and a few other roped materials for the horse.

The two walked back into the stabled area, and Curtis stopped at one of the few stalls that actually had a horse inside. “Now most of them go out in the pasture, but Ole Handsome here likes his solitude.” The horse was like salt and pepper, a white sprinkled throughout with gray and black. It was hard to tell exactly what was his color and what was dirt.

“Ole Handsome?” Hotch asked, raising a brow.

“We got him when Y/N was about 15 I think. Even for a colt he was a scrawny little thing. Looked just pitiful, but she loved him. I started callin him Ole Handsome as a joke, and it just stuck. Now he fits the name.”

It was an odd moment for Aaron, looking at this animal, a tangible piece of your past that you rarely shared. It made him smile just a bit.

Hotch stood back and watched as your father led the horse out of the stable, slipping the bridle onto the horse with an ease that showed that had both done it a million times before. He went along with the blanket, adding the saddle on top and tightening it with expert hands. Your dad looked back at Hotch, motioning him forward. He wasn’t going to admit it, but the fact that this creature was nearly as tall as him and could easily crush him scared the shit out of him.

“Now what you’ll do is put your left foot in the stirrup, yup, that thing right there,” he pointed as Hotch followed his words. “Now grab a little bit of his mane.”

“His hair?” Aaron asked, unable to hide his shock. Was he trying to trick him? Would this horse not just bolt the moment he tugged on its hair?

“Well you don’t put all your damn weight on it,” Curtis said, motioning to the other side of the saddle. “You’re gonna hold on to that with your other hand and push yourself up with the stirrup. Holding the mane is just so you are holding on to something else. It ain’t gonna bother him if you pull just a little. It’s like brushing hair with a knot.”

Aaron was hesitant, but he gently placed his left hand on the horse’s mane, taking a fistful while trying to be gentle. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised by the texture. It was much more coarse and wiry than he had been expecting. “Don’t kill me,” he breathed to the horse before placing his other hand on the other side of the saddle and pushing himself up, swinging his leg over and finding the other stirrup.

Curtis looked half surprised, half impressed. “Wasn’t so hard, now was it?” he asked, taking the reins and pulling them in the front so he could lead the horse. “Now you’ll want to sit up straight when you’re riding. Put your hands on the pommel of the saddle. I’ll just walk him around a few circles so you’ll know how it feels.” He made a soft clicking sound with his mouth and gave a gentle tug on the reins, and Ole Handsome gave a snort before moving forward. The motion at first was a little jarring. Hotch felt like he had to fight to keep balance, though he attributed that more to his nerves than anything else.

The motion of the saddle almost reminded him of ocean waves, a rocking that sent him forward and back. It was a rhythm that was jarring at first, but after a few circles became welcomed.

“See, not so bad,” Curtis said. “Want to take it up to a trot?”

To be honest, Hotch didn’t know exactly what that entailed, but he was willing to try just about anything to win your dad’s favor. “Sure,” he said, finding himself holding on to the saddle a little bit tighter.

—

You and your mother had been watching the boys from inside the house as the two of you cleaned up breakfast. It started as fearful glances to the barn, making sure you still saw his figure standing by your father in the hopes that your dad hadn’t killed him and hid his body. You could see the two of them talking by your dad’s vintage car, but between drying a few dishes, they had left and weren’t in your eyesight. You were watching out of your own fear and anxiety, your mother was watching because she found it incredibly entertaining.

You tried to tell yourself to calm down, that you were overthinking and working yourself up, and you did manage to calm down a little bit. You had fixed yourself a hot cup of tea and had joined your mother by the heater on the porch. It was upon sitting down in the rocking chair and looking into the barn that you saw your boyfriend riding your horse.

“Holy shit,” you said, not even bothering to censor yourself for your mother’s sake. “What the hell is dad doing?”

“Language,” your mother said with a pointed gaze, sipping on her second cup of coffee. “Evidently your father conned your poor boyfriend into getting on Ole Handsome. I’m just keeping an eye on the two of them.”

So much of you was terrified for Hotch, but part of you was shocked your father even managed to get him on, and another part was impressed because Aaron was actually doing well.

“Don’t look so scared. Your daddy won’t kill him, at least I don’t think,” your mother had said, moving back and forth in her rocking chair, a fuzzy blanket in her lap, covering her lower half.

Later your father would swear that it was a barn mouse that scurried in front of your horse. You thought it was a little more intentional, but either way, something scared Ole Handsome, enough for your father to lose grip on the lead as he sprinted off towards the pasture, Aaron holding on surprisingly well. You practically skipped the steps of the porch in your haste, running through the barn to chase after the two. When you caught sight of Aaron, he was off the horse, pulling himself up from the ground, dusting off an arm of his jacket.

“Are you okay? I just saw Handsome bolt,” you said, taking him by the shoulder and looking him over.

He brushed your hand off, somehow having good spirits about the whole thing. Did he get a concussion? What seemed to shock you the most was that he actually started laughing.

It took him a moment to actually stop laughing, and you could have sworn you saw a tear in the corner of his eye. “In all my career, I’ve been shot at, I’ve gotten my ass kicked, I have been in multiple car chases and accidents, but nothing has scared me as much as when that thing started to run.”

You heard your dad’s jogging footsteps behind you, calling out, “You okay, Aaron?”

Hotch gave him a breathless thumbs up. “Never been better, Mr. L/N.”

And you had never heard a more obvious lie. Yesterday’s snow had mostly melted away by then, but you knew it was still cold. The ground was still frozen and hard, and Hotch was sure to have a mark wherever he landed.

“Y’all go on inside. I’ll go fetch Handsome before he tears down one of my damn fences again,” your father said, giving Hotch a quick pat on his arm, the one you hoped he didn’t fall on. “I gotta admit, you did a hell of a lot better than I thought you would.”

Aaron gave a little half laugh, something between finding a genuine humor in the situation and not knowing what else to do. “Thanks,” he said. You could hear the edge of a question in his voice, something that told you he wasn’t quite sure if he meant it or not. As the two of you walked back, your arm locked with his, you reassured him that your dad wasn’t one to give out compliments. Hotch joked and asked if that was considered a compliment, and you couldn’t help the smile that came to your face.

“In his own little way, yeah. And right now we are going to take what we can get.”

You took care of Hotch for the rest of the day, coddled him really. He tried to tell you that he was fine, that it didn’t hurt more than anything he had gotten on the job. You pointedly told him that was a terrible scale considering most of the BAU had been shot at some point in their career. He only agreed a little, but you think he enjoyed the peace the day brought after his hectic morning.

The two of you sat on the couch most of the day, curled up against each other with a blanket as you kept the Hallmark channel on. Your mom joined for one of the movies considering these were her favorite things to watch during the holiday season. You may have inherited a love for their cheesy, cliche nature from her. Meanwhile, Aaron would point out plot inconsistencies or try to psychoanalyze the characters. You would throw a piece of popcorn at his face when he would, rolling your eyes and saying, “Aaron, babe, these movies aren’t supposed to be that serious. Now shut up and watch the successful journalist find her true love from high school in her hometown coffee shop.”

You weren’t sure what movie you were on when you dozed off, your head on Aaron’s shoulder and his arm around you as he suffered through the cheesy movie you weren’t awake to watch. Your mother had gone to bed not too long ago. You were beginning to nod back into reality, and you noticed your side was colder than before, whatever body heat Aaron had given you was gone with him. You were starting to tune into a conversation in the kitchen.

“You really want to help out? 5:00a.m. I want you up and ready by then. I’ve got to feed the animals, and one of the fences needs repair.”

Was your dad really trying to get Aaron to help around the farm? You started to stir on the couch which quickly hushed both voices. When you looked up, Aaron was taking steps toward you.

“Sorry if I woke you. The couch was starting to kill my back a little. Maybe an actual bed would be better to rest on after getting thrown off a horse.”

You gave a soft nod, still half asleep. “Yeah. Are you going to bed?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding towards your dad in the kitchen, “early morning tomorrow.”

Aaron was no stranger to waking up early, though he hadn’t exactly planned on getting up that early during his time off. It’s okay, this is all for her. Just get him to tolerate you, he told himself. Your dad didn’t need to become his biggest fan. He just needed to see that he cared for you. And if that meant getting up before the sun and shoveling frozen shit in the snow, he would do it.

Five in the morning came much sooner than Aaron wanted it to. The sun wasn’t even up, so he found himself yawning much more than he would have cared for. At the very least, his new purchases would come into use. When he went out into town the day before, he did stop by the grocery store for flowers and coffee, but he also stopped by one of the stores that were tailored for western and work wear. The amount he spent buying work boots, cowboy boots, even a high-quality hat…Rossi would have laughed in his face if he ever found out.

He pulled on the steel-toed boots, a slick design that he at least could find a way to style later. He didn’t want to drop nearly $200 on shoes he was just buying to appeal to your parents - he already did that with more traditional boots. Hotch pulled his puffer jacket a little closer and made his way to the porch where Curtis was already sitting with a cup of coffee. Of course.

As he opened the screen door, Curtis looked down at his watch, raising a brow. “Couple minutes late, but to be honest I thought you would have slept through morning chores,” he said, his eyes finally meeting Hotch and looking him up and down.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Curtis asked, his eyes specifically pointed down at his shoes. Well shit, Hotch thought, these clearly weren’t the right boots.

“They are work boots…with the steel toe,” he said, tapping the porch with the end of his boot.

“They are Blundstones,” Curtis said bluntly.

What did that even mean? “Is that not good?”

“Well for one, that’s the cleanest work boot I’ve ever seen. Second, Blundstones are what the frilly boys down in Houston wear when they want to look the part. Any real worker is wearing Ariat or Carhartt. Simple as that.”

Yes, the hierarchy of work boots. Simple as that.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Let’s get to work.”

It had snowed when they arrived, and though most of it had left yesterday, sometime during the night it started again. There wasn’t much on the ground, but it was still falling. He figured they would have a decent bit by the time you and your mother were up. While it was still relatively dark outside, the whiteness of the snow seemed to give just a little more light.

“First order of business, it’s cold enough that the top of the water in the horse’s trough might be frozen,” he continued on as he handed Aaron some kind of metal rod and gloves, “Just break it and get the chunks of ice out for them. Once that is done, you can get the feed out of this bucket here. Two scoops should do the trick, and if the goat that hangs out with the horses cries for more, don’t listen.”

Aaron followed the orders dutifully, feeling like he was back in training when he first joined the FBI. Sure enough, like Curtis said, the water at the top was frozen, but it didn’t take much to break it apart, tossing the glass-looking shards of ice to the side. He turned the buckets over, ridding them of the snow that had accumulated during the night and started to fill them with food. He had only put one scoop in when he heard a sound like thunder, a group of horses making their way to the edge of the fence, crunching snow beneath them. A little goat, white as the snow and with stumps on his head where it looked like horns should have been, followed right behind them.

Hotch continued to fill the buckets, putting two scoops in like Curtis had said. The horses had started to eat, and when he approached the last one, the goat seemed to be waiting patiently like some well-trained golden retriever. He placed the two scoops in and turned to leave, stopping only when he heard a loud bleating sound from the goat.

“I’m not giving you anymore,” he said dryly.

The goat bleated again.

“No.”

It cried again, an awful wavering sound with a touch of an attitude behind it.

“For God’s-”

“Hotchner, are you yelling at the damn goat?” Curtis called from the barn.

“No, sir,” he called back, his jaw setting as he looked back at the animal. “No more food,” he whispered, walking back towards the barn.

Curtis was already putting gloves on, a roll of barbed wire by his side. He handed Hotch a shovel and what looked to be a metal fence post. “Handsome wasn’t very kind to my fence after he threw you off yesterday,” he muttered, though he seemed rather unphased by it all. The more he spent time on the farm, the more he wondered how anyone could see these animals normally. Yeah, the five-foot-tall, nine-hundred-pound thing running and ripping your fence out of the ground is pretty normal.

The two men walked along the fencing and frozen ground, soon enough coming up to the post and wire that needed replacing. Even with the gloves, Hotch’s hands were freezing. The kind of cold where it almost feels like they are burning. “Let’s get this over with so we can go inside and get some coffee,” Aaron said, earning a raised brow from your father.

“Chickening out already?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Well then get to diggin’.”

The ground was much harder to break than he thought it would be, but the physical work at least warmed him up a little. After a few hard strikes with the shovel, he finally had enough depth to where he could push the post in securely. Once the post was in, repairing the fence didn’t take long. Curtis connected it to the rest of the fencing and checked the stability before he called it a day and said the two of them should head inside.

Hotch was happy to take off his coat and start brewing the coffee. The sun was just starting to appear, though it seemed that neither you or your mother were up yet. Curtis walked into the kitchen, grabbing a cup for himself. “You know, Aaron, I’ve got a confession to make.”

Whatever followed those words was never good. “Okay.”

“Usually I don’t make guests do farm work like that, you know. But after seeing you get on that horse yesterday…I kinda just wanted to see how far you would go. You seemed committed to trying to impress me, so I thought it would be fun to test it, and I believe I was right.”

Hotch leaned against the counter for a moment, listening to the coffee maker groan as the pot filled with the steaming liquid he hoped would get him through the conversation to come. “And? Are you impressed?”

“I suppose for a fed I shouldn’t be surprised by your dedication. I guess what I am still trying to figure out is why an older man like yourself, with a son, would want someone like my daughter. The answers to those questions are never something a dad wants to hear, but you can figure why I wanna know. Not to mention that you are her boss, and I won’t have you screwing up her career. I hate not to have her home, but that job makes her proud, and I won’t have you fuckin’ it up for her.”

Aaron didn’t want to admit it, but all of those were valid points. The optics of your relationship were…questionable at best. He knew that the moment you started your relationship. It was still something kept on the down low, even though you were practically living together. No one else in the BAU knew…except Rossi. He knew Hotch a little too well and connected the dots. And he caught the two of you having dinner out one night. Being aware of the faults didn’t get rid of the inherent power dynamics, though. Aaron was in a position of power over you, and the thought that you could have felt pressured at all made him sick.

“I know there is not much I can do about our age differences or the fact that she works under me, but I want you to know that there is nothing I wouldn’t do for your daughter, Mr. L/N. If need be, I have paperwork ready for a transfer. I would rather lose my job than lose her.”

It was the first time Hotch saw genuine shock cross Curtis’s face. “So you have actually thought about this?”

“I have…a lot. And I know that your daughter makes me the happiest I have ever been, and I hope I do the same for her. It’s why I got up this early on my time off to help, it’s why I agreed to ride that stupid horse and not complain when he threw me off. It’s why I dropped nearly $700 dollars on boots and a hat.” That last part kept the shock on Curtis’s face. “I did it because you are important to her, so I wanted you to like me.”

Curtis seemed to process all that he said, crossing his arms and starting to quietly fix his cup of coffee. Was he just going to leave the conversation there? He could see a slight rise and drop in his shoulders as he fixed the drink, and it took Hotch a little too long to realize he was laughing at him.

“You’ve gotta be some special kind of stupid if you thought spending that much money on boots and a hat was gonna make me like you more. You really are a fed…but you’re alright, I reckon.”

He was alright. It was much better than any other outcome that has run through his head. “Thank you, sir.”

“Ah, now don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m still not exactly fond of your relationship…but you make her happy, and it’s pretty clear she’s doing the same for you.”

In the end, that was all that mattered to Hotch. That you were happy, and that he was the reason.

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Like the morning before. You woke up more from the sun being in your eyes than your body telling you to wake up. The snow made the reflection of the sun much brighter. You groaned as you made your way out of bed, throwing on sweatpants and walking into the kitchen to find a sight you never thought possible.

Aaron and your dad were in the kitchen. They had both borrowed your mother’s aprons and were in the process of finishing up making breakfast.

“Did Hell freeze over while I was asleep?” you asked, unable to hide just how baffled you were at the sight. You were sure your dad hated him.

“Sweetie, sometimes Christmas miracles do happen. Best not balk at them,” your dad joked. Aaron just gave a shrug that said something along the lines of “take what you can get.” Most of the food was already on the table and ready, the sunflowers Aaron had given your mother yesterday were in a vase at the center.

The spread on the table was a lot like the day before. Eggs, bacon, grits, and all the fixings. What was new, though, was the addition of pancakes that seemed to have something in them. “Are those pancakes with pecans?” you asked, a little more excited than you meant to sound.

“Just for you,” Aaron added, placing the bottle of maple syrup by them. The two of you would often make these at either of your apartments, usually listening to The Beatles’ white album from front to back. Sometimes you would even catch Aaron using the whisk as a microphone when he thought you weren’t looking.

You couldn’t help the feeling of peace that a breakfast like this gave you. Having your parents there reminded you of when you were a kid, but the kind of domesticity that was Aaron Hotchner making pancakes with a stupid apron was something that just couldn’t be replicated. It was simple, but it was perhaps what made you happiest.

After breakfast, you decided to take Aaron out for a walk, wanting to see how he was holding up with the pressure of your father. Selfishly, you also wanted to see if maybe he was thinking the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

The snow under your feet was near perfect. Fluffy, not too frozen or mixed too much with water that hadn’t turned to snow. Each step it crunched under your boot with a satisfying sound. You forgot how beautiful the farm looked in winter. Icicles dangled from the gutter of the barn and little beads of melting ice clung to the trees like they were ornaments. The sun was out and heating up the land just a little to start to melt the snowy landscape, but for this moment it gave a bright sheen to everything.

Somehow in this snowy place, Aaron looked even better. The sun gave his black hair the lightest hints of a ruddy brown. The cool, nippy air gave his cheeks and the tip of his nose a dusted red hue. You were sure the tips of his ears looked that way too, though you couldn’t see for his beanie. He looked softer, more at peace than the supervisory special agent you knew at the BAU. This wasn’t Hotch. This was Aaron. This was the man you had fallen in love with. Even in the cold, bundled up like this with him felt like home.

“You know, this is the perfect snow for building stuff,” you said casually, looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Hm?” he raised a brow, seeming to wonder where you were going with this. You pulled away from his arm, leaning down and grabbing a handful of snow.

“You know, it’s perfect for snowmen and forts. When I was a kid I would make a snowman and then try and make snow farm animals,” you said, continuing to pack snow into a tight little unit. “Hey, Aaron?” you mused, waiting for him to look over before taking the compressed ball of snow and chucking it right at his face. It exploded right at his forehead, taking his beanie off. Flakes of snow clung to his hair, his eyebrows, his lashes. You could see a scowl starting to form on his face, and you were worried if you actually had hurt him or annoyed him.

“You know, that was really immature of you,” he started, leaning down to pick up his beanie. You took a step forward, opening your mouth to apologize and instead having it filled with snow as Aaron launched some at your face. You took a step back, nearly losing your balance as you tried to spit out the cold. When you looked up, Aaron was doubled over, laughing and wiping the snow off his brow.

“Oh, that was a dirty move,” you said.

“I didn’t realize we were playing fair,” he said, breathless from his laughter, the clouds of his breath visible.

“We certainly aren’t now.” At the same time you both went for the ground, trying to craft an arsenal of snowballs as fast as you could. You were the first to throw, but he was quick on his feet and dodged, throwing one toward you and pelting you in the shoulder.

You weren’t sure how long this went on for, the two of you running around in the snow like little kids again. The way when you finally made it to his side, you tackled him to the ground. He rolled over, tossing snow in the air, in your face, in both your jackets. It was impractical, and childish, and stupid, and you hadn’t seen a smile this wide on his face in a long time.

The rest of the day was spent much like the day before, sitting at the television with the Hallmark channel going. It was sometime around 4:00 that Aaron spoke up and asked, “How long would it take you to get ready?”

You had an odd look on your face, your brows scrunched as you tried to understand what he could possibly have planned. “An hour, give or take a few minutes. Why?”

He smiled a little, a curl of his lip that didn’t yet show his teeth. “Just get ready. Don’t be too fancy. Pants might be preferable,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before leaving the couch. “I’ve got to get a shower before we go.”

You wanted to call after him ‘go where?” but he was already down the hall. He had that look in his eye, the one that showed up when he had a plan for a date night but didn’t want to tell you. Usually he was pretty bad at keeping secrets like that from you, but this time…you really had no clue what he had planned.

It wasn’t until a little over an hour later you sat in the kitchen, flipping through one of your mother’s worn cookbooks that you started to put the pieces together. You had dressed somewhat casually. Jeans, boots, and a nicer top, a jacket hanging on the chair beside you. When Hotch came out from the always, though, you weren’t sure whether you should laugh or find it a little hot.

At his feet were boots. Real boots with the pointed toe, though most of the design was hidden by his jeans. They were…different from the jeans he normally wore. A little tighter and actually showed off his ass a bit. You tried not to stare as he did a little spin, hands on his hip asking if you liked it. The belt buckle was huge, one you couldn’t tell the engraving of from this far away. His shirt was tucked into his jeans, a of type western-styled button-up, each button even up to the very top, done. And the cherry on top of it all was the cowboy hat. His fucking cowboy hat. White, clearly of well quality, and fitting him just right. You didn’t think cowboys were your type, but Hotch as one…you could get behind this.

Your silence seemed to worry him, though, as his face fell a little. “You don’t like it, do you?”

You shook your head, taking a few steps his way. “No, I like it,” you said and unbuttoned the top two buttons. “But now I love it.” You smiled against his lips as yours met his, lingering with your hands on his chest for a moment longer. “Should I even ask how much you spent on all of this?”

“When I let it slip to you dad, he compared me to a frilly Houston boy.”

“Oh, so what I’m hearing is I’ll be paying for food tonight?”

“Now, I never said that. Besides, if I have learned anything about your father, it’s that he liked tradition. So I will be paying, and driving, and dropping you off at a reasonable hour.”

You rolled your eyes a little, but you still had a smile on your face. Your dad and Hotch…you never actually thought the two of them would get along, but somehow he actually managed to win your dad over. Aaron wrapped your coat over your shoulders, your arm holding his as the two of you walked to the car. “Hey Aaron?” you mused, “Could you wear this a little more often?”

“Only for you - and only when we are far away from Virginia.” You gave your cowboy one more longing kiss before the two of you rode off into the night.

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boldlyvoid · 1 year ago

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Boldlyvoid Fics set in the Winter Masterlist

Spener Reid x Reader

What To Expect - 39k

Spencer wants to be a dad. The reader wants to be a mom. They fall in love somewhere in the middle of conception and birth of their baby, it was definitely not what either of them expected. (they're born before Christmas)

Better Man (The Story Of Us Series)

When her boyfriend stands her up on her birthday, Spencer shows her he could be a better man than him.

Alone Together - 43K

Y/N took the 12 days leading up to Christmas off from work to spend time with her father, unbeknownst to her that he was planning a trip to Paris this holiday season, leaving her to spend Christmas Alone… or so she thought.(set 2013)

Not Longer Alone Together - 30k 2022 sequel

Amethyst You So Much - 6.4k (AO3)

Spencer has had a crush on Y/N since she started working at the bau. She only ever works the night shift after a case, handling all the aftermath gracefully. one night, Spencer stays back and they strike up a conversation about rocks, causing their feelings to dig a little deeper.

Mine - 3.5k

all she needs to do is give a witness statement at the station, she ends up taking care of the sweet agent who put his life on the line to avenge her sister.

Ain't it fun? - 20k

reader just needs an NA meeting before they have a meltdown, they end up with the best friend they could ever make.

Professional Hair Dresser (Ph.D) - 6.4k

after Spencer’s knee injury, he starts visiting a salon every week to get his hair washed

Lovers Quarrel - 1.4k

Request: okay! so the request i had was that you and spencer are fighting and it’s bad, you both say very hurtful things to each other, and then you argue again after everything cools down and you end up having angry makeup sex, but spencer thinks of what he said to you and he starts crying during sex but he keeps going at it and it’s angsty but has a happy ending?

Cupids Chokehold - 2k

Every morning since they started working together Spencer gets the coffee and meets her outside her apartment, today she’s not waiting for him.

Hotch x Reader

Reacquainted at Christmas - 3k

he just needs a new pair of pyjama bottoms, she just needs a sleep shirt while in town and there’s only 1 pair of pyjamas left at the store on Christmas Eve.

Cowboy Like Me - 31k (winter to spring)

Aaron Hotchner ends up in Georgia when he goes into witness protection with his son. Staying in the guest house behind a bed and breakfast in a town no one has ever heard of, run by the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

Bigger Than the Whole Sky (Part 1) - 39k

what could've been isn't what would've been, she realizes that when she finds everything that love should've been in her boss, Aaron Hotchner, instead of her ex-husband.

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Latching On To You (finished)

Joel Miller x F!reader

Is Leaving Even An Option? (finished)

Joel x F!reader

EXTREME TW: Extreme domestic abuse (verbal and physical), PLEASE READ WARNING BEFORE READING!!

One Door Closes & Another One Opens (finished)

Joel Miller x OFC! Divorce Attorney

Christmas Getaway (One-Shot)

| Joel Miller x Softball Coach!F!reader

Three, Two, One - Draw! (One-shot)

Cowboy Joel x F!reader

New Traditions // Valentine’s Day (One-shot)

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They Always Come Back (Finished)

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emberfrostlovesloki · 9 months ago

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Dead Center [Hotch x Reader]

Photo credits: Center (@madneyslifeline) Right and Left (@spencermyangel)

Prompt: Aaron wards off a creepy man from the reader at the shooting range and comes to realize that the reader is dealing with a lot more than just one man making inappropriate advances toward them.

Pairing: Aaron x gender neutral!non-BAU!reader. The reader uses they/them pronouns

Category: angst/comfort

Word Count: 11.5K

Content Warnings: unwanted touch [from multiple men], mention of drinking, guns [used at a shooting range] revenge porn [the reader’s nudes are leaked online] threat of assault [by multiple people (it does not happen)], a hand is placed over reader's mouth and the reader is pinned down [by some creepy men], mention of cheating [happens to the reader], trauma, isolation. If I missed any, please let me know

A/N: Hi loves! Here is another fic based on the amazing @imagining-in-the-margins January/February Writing Challenge. The prompt was “The character learns to navigate their life after a traumatic event.” I just want to give a heads-up that this is a little dark, but the reader is safe at the end and finds some comfort with Aaron. It takes a bit to reveal what happened to the reader, but I hope the build-up is worth it. This is another novel of a fic, but I hope you enjoy it! If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you’re having a great start to your weekend and thanks for reading. Love Levi - ❤️

P.S. I was so excited to get this out that I didn't edit it like my normal fics. I will go in tomorrow and do a proper edit then.

List with all stories

_y/n_ = your name

_y/c/e_’s = your color eyes

_u/sf/d_ = up/straight forward/down (depending on your height)

_y/f/c_ = your favorite color

_y/e/p’s/n_ = your ex-partner’s name (the ex is an ass so add the name of someone you dislike here)

_y/n_ cringed back as the shot rang out. It was so loud that they almost closed their eyes. However, _y/n_ managed to almost hit the target and that was a victory. The sound of other shots at the gun range continued throughout the large space. Even with the headphones on, the noise is distracting. What’s even more distracting is yet another person is tapping _y/n_'s shoulder. _y/n_ was fully aware that they couldn’t shoot for shit. It’s not surprising to anyone at this range. However, their inability with a Glock was not an open invitation for every man in the place to offer advice on their technique. _y/n_ strips off their headphones and turns to look at the next man.

He’s wearing a cowboy hat, jeans, and a belt buckle that’s laughable large. _y/n_ resisted the urge to laugh at that man-wanna-be-cowboy. Before _y/n_ could even get a word out the man said, “Sweetheart, I can’t help but notice you might need a hand with that pistol. I’ve got lots of practice under my belt.” The guy patted his belt as an attempt at a joke, and _y/n_ gave him a weak smile that didn’t reach their eyes. Again, _y/n_ tried to say that they weren’t interested in any help, but the man had moved into their personal space and ran a hand up their arms that was holding the gun. _y/n_ froze instantly. His hand was warm, too warm on their exposed skin. _y/n_ struggled to take a breath, let alone tell him to back off. The man leaned in closer and said, “Now sweetheart, if you just hold the gun like this,” he slid his hand down _y/n_’s arm and to their hand, wrapping around the handle of the gun and their fingers. The guy was so close. _y/n_ could feel his breath on their, neck. The panic was rising like it did now in all situations like this. _y/n_ thought that this might be the incident that broke them. Thankfully someone stepped in just in time before that happened.

Hotch walked into the shooting range and checked in. Once the man at the counter checked his gun and gave him a key for a locker. The worker said, “Lane 10 is open, Mr. Hotchner.” Aaron nodded and took back his ID. He slipped his wallet into his pants pocket and moved to his locker. He put the extra things he had in his pockets in the grey chipping lockers as well as his duffle bag. Before locking it up, he took out his protective headphones and glasses. No matter where he was shooting, as long as it wasn’t on the field, he took all the safety measures he could. He’d nearly lost his hearing once, he wasn’t going to let it happen again. Hotch confidently stepped into the range. He didn’t normally feel the need to blow off steam this way. He didn’t see shooting as an outlet for emotions. He had actually killed people before, more time than he had ever wished. Many of those had been with his sidearm. So shooting guns wasn’t just a fun hobby to him. But he didn’t mind the practice now and then. He was a great shot, but he knew he could improve, and when he had an open Saturday and nothing better to do, he decided he could get a few rounds in. Aaron pulled his headphones over his ears, as he stepped into the range. The familiar sound of fire hit him, and he looked over to lane ten.

He furrowed his brow as there was a man half in his lane and half in lane nine. It was a tall guy and he was standing very close to the person actually in lane nine. Hotch let out a huff and thought for a moment that the guy was the other person’s partner. He saw this sometimes. Men trying to be macho often brought their significant other to shoot for the first time. He often found these guys couldn’t even shoot well. As Hotch got closer to his lane, he became aware that the person in lane nine was incredibly uncomfortable. They looked frozen to the spot and the man was pressed close to them. Not only was he close, but he was running a hand down their arm toward their hand that was barely holding onto the pistol. From the set of the frozen person’s shoulders, Aaron could see the tension in their body. This made Hotch move more quickly. Even if the man in the cowboy hat was their partner, it was clear the gun wielder wasn’t comfortable with what was going on. As he approached the pair, moving to the lane that he had booked. The cowboy turned to look at him with a sour look on his face as his chance to be close to _y/n_ was being interrupted. He scowled at Hotch, but Aaron calmly replied, “I’ve got this lane booked for the next hour. Mind if I use it?” He wasn’t looking for a confrontation, especially not one where everyone was holding a weapon. However, he did want to shoot. He was also interested in seeing if the man kept bothering the stranger next to him. Much to Aaron’s chagrin the man just fully moved into lane nine. Hotch sighed slightly, undid the safety of his gun, and listened as the man said, “Alright baby, now shoot like I just told you and showed you.”

Aaron couldn’t help but look over to see the result. _y/n_ raised the gun. It was shaking in their hands, but they hoped that they shot, badly, that the unwanted guy might finally leave them alone. _y/n_ pointed in their lane and pressed the trigger. They were so far off that the bullet didn’t even hit the target. Not even close. Aaron held back any comments of noise, but the cowboy didn’t and he said, “Baby did you listen to anything that I told you?” It was clear to Aaron that “Baby” hadn’t, and Hotch watched as the guy physically put his hands on their hips and moved them back. It became even more evident that _y/n_ was frozen with fear and just let it happen. The man said, “It’s alright sweetheart, let Dalton show you how it’s done.” Dalton made sure to shoot Aaron a look as he took out his own, overpriced gun and aimed at the blank target. It almost seemed impossible, but his shot was worse than _y/n_’s. There was a small chuckle from _y/n_ behind Dalton, and he turned on his heel. He looked angry, and Hotch stepped forward a bit to stop any confrontation, as _y/n_ shied away from the red-faced man. Dalton turned toward Aaron and placed his hands on his belt as if challenging the Agent to do better. Aaron rarely felt the need to be competitive. He was confident in his abilities. However, when he was given such an easy opportunity, he couldn’t pass it up. Hotch had slipped the safety back on when he wanted to observe the pair next to him, but quickly undid it again, turned toward his target, lined up his shot, and took three perfectly clean shots in the center of his target. Hotch slipped the safety back on and looked at the man. Dalton furrowed his brow and almost said something, but stormed off instead due to embarrassment.

As soon as the creepy guy was gone, _y/n_ relaxed and leaned against the barrier to the shooting field. They felt such a relief at being left alone that they hardly noticed Aaron’s concerned expression. Only after _y/n_ had taken a few breaths did they turn their head to look at the man who had helped them out of such an uncomfortable situation. They had been too panicked and barely noticed him before, but _y/n_ did now. He was tall, As tall as Mr. Cowboy, but standing back a respectful distance. This man looked professional. Like someone who might carry a gun for work. _y/n_ thought that they were reading into the dark-haired stranger too much. _y/n_ realized that they were staring and said softly, “Thank you so much for getting him to go away. I’m sorry he was in your space.” Hotch nodded and watched as _y/n_ seemed to compose themself as they spoke to him. Aaron offered a small smile and replied, “You don’t need to thank me, I think he was more in your space than mine. I’m sorry he was bothering you.” Aaron didn’t want to repeat Dalton’s gross behavior and he just nodded and moved back to his lane and target practice.

_y/n_ felt like saying more to the man next to them, but he’d stepped back. He seemed absorbed in his practice which seemed to hit the mark every time he shot his gun. In some ways that made _y/n_ even more comfortable next to him. He was here for a reason, and that reason didn’t involve bothering them. _y/n_ wasn’t sure if it was their appearance or their inability to shoot a gun, but they had been bothered and offered advice nearly the whole time they had been here. _y/n_ tried to follow the man’s lead and turned back to their target. Although Hotch wasn’t directly paying attention to _y/n_, that didn’t stop him from occasionally looking at them now and then. It was clear that _y/n_ was trying and the next couple of shots at the target got closer to the mark but still didn’t hit the paper sheet. Aaron focused back on his shooting and after a few minutes felt a pair of eyes on him. He knew it was the person next to him. Again, he considered offering more advice but didn’t want to impose or offer help where it wasn’t wanted. He hoped that if _y/n_ wanted help, they’d ask him.

And, as usual, Hotch was right because when he took a small break and took off his earmuffs, _y/n_ turned to him and said in a bit of a louder, more confident voice, “You’re really good with that.” _y/n_’s _y/c/e_’s looked briefly at the gun that fit so naturally in his hand and then back to his face. After a small pause, they asked, “Would you mind if I watched you while you practiced? I might actually learn about something from you.” Hotch smiled and said, “Sure you can. Would you like me to tell you what I’m doing while I do it ?” _y/n_ hadn’t expected the man to care enough to offer his help. They felt like they were imposing already by asking to watch, so being offered a verbal tutorial left like something special. Especially coming from someone as skilled as he was. _y/n_ nodded in agreement and said, “Yes, please that’d be very helpful.” Hotch smiled again and said, “I’m happy to help. I’m Aaron by the way.” _y/n_ gave him a small smile, the first he’d seen on them the whole time they were next to each other. _y/n_ lifted a hand and said, “I’m _y/n_. Nice to meet you.” Hotch replied, “It’s nice to meet you too.” He cleared his throat and continued, “Now, when you’re shooting you need a firm grip on the handle of the gun. It’s going to be loud and there will be blowback from the shot, and if you have a weak grip the aim won’t be good.” This was one of the things that Aaron had noticed off the bat about _y/n_’s shooting. Aaron demonstrated how to properly handle a gun with the safety off. He then stated, “Next you want to make sure your line of sight is directly with the gun and the target. You don’t want your eyes higher or lower than the gun itself. It’s like in baseball or softball when people say to keep your eyes on the ball. Here you keep your eyes on the tip of the gun.” Hotch drew a line from his eyes to the point of his extended weapon and said, “After that, it’s about lining up the shot and then following through with the trigger press. Be confident with it. If you’re not then the shot isn’t going to be good either.”

To demonstrate the things he’d just said, Hotch slipped off the safety of the gun in his hands, lined up the shot, and pressed the cool metal of the trigger. Aaron was so used to the feel of the blowback that he didn’t flinch. It helped that he was trained and strong. He took two more shots to allow _y/n_ to see the process multiple times. _y/n_ nodded and said, “Thank you for explaining it to me. Hopefully, I can at least hit the target once before my time is up.” Aaron smiled and said, “I bet you’ll get it. Just try and relax if you can. Is this your first time shooting a gun?” _y/n_ looked at the ground suddenly self-conscious at being observed in a non-creepy way. _y/n_ looked back up and nodded, saying, “Yeah. I assumed it was pretty obvious.” Hotch let out a small chuckle and said, “Well I’ve met people that have had guns for years, and they still don’t know how to handle them.” For a second Spencer flashed into his mind, but he’d seen other agents, and most of all, cops not be able to shoot for anything and he wanted to reassure _y/n_ that it was okay if they didn’t get it the first time. For some reason, he didn’t assume they were just here for fun. _y/n_ gave a small smile back and said, “Thanks.” They turned back to their lane wanting to use the rest of their time making a real attempt at shooting. _y/n_ did reflect on the fact that the man next to them had said that he worked with people who carried, which meant that he probably carried too which would explain why he was such a good shot.

Aaron returned to his practice as well, only checking _y/n_’s progress once or twice. They were getting better. The last time Aaron checked, _y/n_ had gotten a lot closer to the target. They still hadn’t hit one of the three rings, but they were getting close. _y/n_ only had ten minutes left of their time and were getting annoyed that they hadn’t at least made it to the fifty-point circle. Aaron had put down his gun and even though _y/n_ didn’t think guns or carrying was for them after this encounter, they still wanted to at least hit the target. With little time left and no one else to turn to, _y/n_ looked at Aaron again and asked, “Sorry, to bother you again, Aaron, but could you just show me how to do this?” Hotch had noticed _y/n_ get more and more frustrated and he wondered if they would reach a breaking point. He’d seen people crack at much smaller things.

He could tell _y/n_ carried some tension in their shoulder that he couldn’t place. He couldn’t really place _y/n_ at all. They didn’t seem to belong in a place like this. But when _y/n_ asked for help again, he was happy to offer it to make them feel comfortable in a space that could be intimidating. He stepped forward, just a little and replied, “Sure. Do you mind if I help by guiding your hands a bit?” He didn’t want to touch them without getting their permission first. _y/n_ nodded. They hadn’t trusted any of the men who had offered to “help” them up to this point. But Aaron hadn’t pried at all and he asked before touching them. Plus, _y/n_ knew that he would need to. _y/n_ nodded their consent, and Hotch took a step closer into their personal space. He said reassuringly, “Alright, hold you’re gun out.” _y/n_ did as he asked, and pointed at the dreaded target. Hotch took their hand that was gripping the gun in his. His hand covered theirs and he steadied their arm with his. He then got on eye level with them, still providing space where he could, and made sure the gun was in line with the target. He asked softly, “Can you see the target and the tip of the gun together?” _y/n_ turned their face to him and said, “I can.” Aaron nodded and dropped his hands from their body for an instant, put his headphones back on, and then moved back to where he just was next to _y/n_. He used his left hand to wrap around _y/n_’s he could feel the trigger under their hand and he lined up the shot again. He took a breath and helped _y/n_ press the trigger. The bullet hit dead center.

_y/n_’s mouth opened slightly in surprise. They snapped it back shut as Aaron moved a step back and dropped his hands from their hand and shoulder. _y/n_ suddenly missed his presence. _y/n_ was aware that they hadn’t made the shot, that it had been all Aaron. Hotch noticed and said, “Now, _y/n_ pretend I’m right there with you like I just was.” _y/n_ nodded and aimed the gun at the target again. This time it felt much easier. They could feel where Aaron’s hands had been, how he’d looked at the tip of the gun and the target. _y/n_ let out a breath and considered how he had said to try and relax. When _y/n_ was focused in, they pressed the trigger, and for once, didn’t flinch back. Much to _y/n_’s surprise, this bullet had hit the 25-point circle on the target. _y/n_ smiled slightly, slipped the safety back on the gun, and pulled off their headphones. Sure it wasn’t the center like Aaron seemed incapable of not missing, but it was something. They were proud of that and it was a good place to stop. _y/n_ didn’t want to push their luck. Aarou could sense the shift in _y/n_ and he said, “Good job. I knew you could do it. Are you heading out?” _y/n_ nodded and stated, “Yeah, my time’s up and I’ll end on a high note. Thanks for all the help. I wouldn’t have gotten that shot without you.” Hotch gave a small nod and said, “I’m happy to help. Have a good rest of your day.” _y/n_ smiled and gave a small wave as they moved to the exit. Hotch couldn’t help but notice as Dalton and another man he’d noticed staring at _y/n_ also holstered their guns and made their way from the far side of the room to the exit as well. A small part of Hotch’s brain said that it could be a coincidence, but the profiler in him had him quickly holster his gun and walk to catch up with _y/n_. Outside he leaned against the door, as he watched _y/n_ check in the rented gun and then move to a locker. _y/n_ pulled out their things and grabbed their car keys from their tote before slinging the bag over their shoulder.

Just before Dalton moved out of the door, Hotch approached _y/n_ and said, “Hey, _y/n_ you forgot something in your lane.” _y/n_ looked up at him and said, “Did I?” They didn’t remember leaving anything in there. _y/n_ turned toward Aaron and he leaned forward and softly said, “Act natural, you have a few ‘admirers’ that seem to be following you.” Hearing Hotch’s words _y/n_ seemed to freeze up again. Aaron took a breath to remind them to remain calm. _y/n_ looked _u/sf/d_ at him and asked, “Is it the cowboy dude?” Hotch briefly turned his gaze to the left and Dalton and the other man were both standing with arms folded by the gun counter. Aaron nodded and added “And a man in all black. Do you know them?” _y/n_ swallowed and tried to stay calm as they said, “Not until today. They wouldn’t leave me alone in there.” Hotch nodded in understanding and said, “Alright. Do you have all of your things? I can walk you to your car if you want. Make sure you’re not followed?” _y/n_ nodded. They wouldn’t have normally accepted such an offer, but because they had built a rapport with Aaron already and he seemed trustworthy, _y/n_ accepted. Hotch moved to their side and let _y/n_ lead the way out into the bright parking lot.

Aaron ensured the two men didn’t get close to _y/n_ or their car. _y/n_ unlocked the vehicle and Hotch opened the door for them. When _y/n_ was seated and the keys were in the ignition, they turned to him and said, “Thanks again, again, Sorry for all the inconveniences I’ve caused you today, Aaron.” Hotch brushed off the thanks and said, “There’s no need to thank me, _y/n_. I hope you have a safe rest of your day.” He gave them a final parting smile, closed the door for them, and watched as _y/n_ drove away. Once _y/n_ was out of the parking lot, he turned and frowned at Dalton and the other men who had made _y/n_ feel unsafe. It was ironic as a gun range should be a place where safety should be ensured. Both men frowned into the sun and moved back inside, blocked from any further advances. Hotch also moved inside but chose not to shoot anymore. He signed out and moved back home. He’d had enough excitement for the day and he wasn’t keen on having any further contact with Dalton or the other men at the range. Given how _y/n_ had been treated here, he didn’t expect to see them here again, but the thought of what had drawn them here in the first place stuck as he made his way home.

Hotch hadn’t expected to see _y/n_ again, but he did and in a place about as opposite from the shooting range as he could imagine. It was a few weeks later and the weather had turned from the Winter chill to the beginnings of the rejuvenation of Spring. Fresh buds and leaves were shooting from the trees that had been bare last month. During this time, Aaron liked to take Jack out to one of the local Farmer’s Markets near his place. Jack always loved getting some lemonade and a little snack as they walked around the stalls and people-watched. Whether it was his son emulating his father or just a current hobby, Jack had picked up making observations on people while Aaron was around and he found it adorable to see his son, “profile” people from afar. It was early afternoon, and Jack had his drink and Aaron was looking for a decent coffee while Jack walked on tip-toes around the stalls for a cookie or something sweet. Hotch made sure to keep his pace soft so Jack could keep up with him.

Everything seemed to be calm. People were strolling about, the park where the Market was being held was bustling with families and kids on roller skates. Again, it seemed like a perfectly safe place. That illusion was shattered when a slightly louder voice from in front of Jack and Aaron said, “Hey, she clearly said she wasn’t interested, so back off already.” A lower male voice repeated in just as loud a voice, “No one asked you your opinion so keep your nose out of our business.” From both people’s tone of voice, the situation didn’t sound good and Hotch turned to Jack quickly and said, “Alright, Buddy, time to come up.” Jack nodded happily and moved into his dad’s arms. Aaron picked up his son and moved through the crowd to find the source of the disturbance. Aaron saw a man, a few inches shorter than him standing with his hands on his hips in front of two people. The first he recognized as _y/n_ from a few weeks ago. The other was new to him.

Aaron didn’t want to cause a scene for everyone, especially not with Jack here, so he called out over the noise, “_y/n_, Jamie, there you are. Sorry parking the car took so long, it was a mess out there. At hearing a familiar half-familiar voice, _y/n_ looked over at Aaron and relaxed immediately. It was surprising, yet calming to see him again. At least this time they weren’t the ones that needed protection. At least not at the start. _y/n_ had gotten involved in the situation precisely because of the gun range incident. _y/n_ had decided that guns weren’t for them at all, but having someone stand up for them had felt good. They felt safe for the first time in over a month. So when _y/n_ saw a young woman being followed and then spoken to in a demeaning and intimidating manner, they felt like they should step in as the man at the range had. The dude didn’t seem that intimidating until he did. When he raised his voice and moved toward the woman, _y/n_ stepped between them and told him to “back the fuck off,” he didn’t take it well. _y/n_ was proud of standing their ground and keeping the guy away, even if it did mean backing up. However, even though _y/n_ hadn’t fallen into a panic as they had expected in the situation, they were immediately relieved when Aaron came into view.

_y/n_ caught onto Hotch’s plan quickly, took the woman’s hand, and said, “Hey, Aaron. Yeah, we were worried about you.” To make it look extra convincing to the man, _y/n_ leaned over to Jack and smiled, saying, “Hey, kiddo. How are you?” As the group moved down the street, the woman followed along with _y/n_ and Hotch watched as her face began to relax. He looked behind him and watched as the man took a few steps forward. Aaron shot him a glare and the unnamed dude halted in his tracks. In instances like these, Aaron was glad he had a look that could freeze lava. When he turned back to the pair, he made sure to relax his facial muscles. He didn’t want to make them uncomfortable. When the trio plus Jack got to a quiet space, _y/n_ turned to the woman and said, “Are you, alright darling? Did he bother you at all?” The woman sniffled a little and said, “He was just being a…” She stopped herself from saying an adult insult as she remembered there was a kid here and said instead, “... a major creep. Thanks for stepping in. I wouldn’t have been brave enough to do that.”

The woman smiled at _y/n_, Aaron and Jack. Hotch smiled but knew that he hadn’t done the hard work this time. _y/n_ also smiled and said, “I understand.” Their voice dropped and _y/n_ added, “Something bad happened to me a month ago, so I couldn’t just watch as that dude followed you.” There was a small pause as the woman put a hand on _y/n_’s shoulder. They perked up a bit and asked, “Are you waiting for someone, or did you come here by yourself? I’m _y/n_ by the way.” The woman smiled and said, “Ainsley. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m waiting for my husband. He’s the one taking forever” she said and smiled over at Aaron. As Ainsley said this, however, her eyes shifted past Aaron’s shoulder and she rolled them. She looked back to the pair and said, “Well speak of the devil. He’s over there looking at the bread stand again. He keeps on forgetting he’s allergic to gluten bless him. Thank y’all so much for the help. Let me stop him before he buys stuff he can’t even eat.” The woman quickly moved over to her husband and both Aaron and _y/n_ watched as Ainsley moved to the bread stall. _y/n_ couldn’t help but laugh at the argument the couple seemed to be having and Aaron joined in. Although both found it slightly funny, they also realized it wasn’t a good situation before.

Hotch turned to _y/n_ and said, “That was good of you to do _y/n_. I’m sorry to hear you went to something bad before.” _y/n_ dropped their eyes at the memory and said, “It was the least I could do.” _y/n_ didn’t feel like reflecting on why they felt like they needed to be able to protect themself and others. To lighten the mood, _y/n_ looked at Jack and his drink and said, “I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself, I’m _y/n_ and you are?” _y/n_ held a hand out to Jack and his eyes went wide at the attention. Aaron turned his gaze to his son and said, “Jack, what do we say when we meet someone new?” Jack looked at his dad and then _y/n_ and said softly, “Hi!” The little boy also gave a small wave with his words. Hotch chuckled and said, “And what else do we say?” Jack smiled and replied, “My name’s Jack, what’s yours?”

_y/n_ smiled and chuckled softly before repeating their name. Aaron’s smile widened at his son’s practicing his social skills. He could see _y/n_ look from Jack to his left hand and then to him. Aaron shifted his son to his other side and said, “This is my son by the way.” _y/n_ smiled and nodded, saying, “Well it’s nice to meet you, Jack. And it’s good to see you again too, Aaron. I hope you’ve been well since I’ve last seen you?” Hotch’s mind flashed to the last two cases. They had been hard, but _y/n_ didn’t need to hear about that, so he said, “It’s been good.” Hotch caught sight of the cold brew in their hand and he asked, “Can I ask where you got the coffee? I haven’t seen any around here yet.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “It’s a bit hidden. The stall is at the very back behind the crepe people. I might ask Jack where he got his lemonade. This heat is starting to get to me.” Hotch chuckled as _y/n_ half looked at him and half looked at Jack. It was clear that they were trying to include Jack in the conversation, but knew that Aaron was the one with the answer they wanted. Hotch replied, “It’s in the opposite direction as the crepe guy. Just down this way and to the left.”

Hotch could see why _y/n_ was hot in their _y/f/c_ long-sleeve shirt and form-fitting black pants. He had to move his eyes up before he got distracted. He didn’t want to start being the creep in this situation. _y/n_ didn’t even notice his distraction and said, “Okay. Thanks for the scoop. I think I’ll head over there or I might melt in this heat. It was nice to see you again. Maybe I’ll catch up with you later, maybe?” Jack squirmed in Hotch’s arms and he let his son down, saying, “Sure thing, _y/n_. I’ll see you around.” Jack was pulling at Aaron’s arm and _y/n_ let them both go with a wave. They knew it was unlikely that they had seen each other again. They weren’t expecting a third chance encounter. Little did either of them know the last meeting before Aaron found out what had happened to _y/n_ would come sooner than either of them imagined.

The rest of that afternoon unfolded uneventfully for both Aaron and _y/n_. Both got their drinks and then left without seeing the other again. On the drive home, Jack looked at his dad from his car seat and asked, “Daddy, who was that person today at the park?” Aaron looked at his son in the rearview mirror and tried to think of how to word his response. “Aquanitice wasn’t a word or topic he fully thought Jack could get yet, so he opted to say, “Well _y/n_ is a friend of mine and they were doing a good thing, and I wanted to make sure they were okay.” Jack nodded slowly and then asked, “Are they a friend like Uncle Rossi or Aunt Emily?” Hotch chuckled slightly at the affection Jack gave the team and clarified, “Not that close of a friend, Buddy. But we can learn something from _y/n_ today, and that’s when you see something bad or scary happening you should try and help. That doesn’t always mean getting into the situation, sometime it means finding someone to help, but you should always help people where you can. Okay, Jack?”

Jack nodded happily. The inquisitive child that he was, Jack had to ask, “What was dangerous back there, Daddy?” Hotch let out a nod, knowing this wasn’t a conversation Jack was ready for. Aaron replied, “I’ll tell you when you’re older, okay, son?” Jack nodded and then seemed to get absorbed by finishing his lemonade and looked out of the window at the scenery. As the car ride lulled into silence, Aaron considered how some spaces that should be safe, spaces that were safe for him simply weren’t for other people. Facts like that always made him sad. He wished reality wasn’t like that. Hotch reflected back on one of the things _y/n_ had said that afternoon, Their words to Ainsley about “something bad happening to them” echoed through his head. He assumed this bad thing wasn’t just the incident he was involved in. He tried to imagine what had happened to _y/n_ but realized it was pointless. Unless _y/n_ directly told him about the bad thing, which he didn’t expect to happen, he was just going to have to let it go. This thought stuck with Hotch as he made it home. As Aaron and Jack entered the apartment, he promised to teach his son that it was important to keep people safe and to model that behavior like he had to today when he could. Hotch knew he had the privilege of training and a gun to keep him safe, and this would come in handy when he saw _y/n_ for the third time.

The third time Aaron met _y/n_ was not that long after the last. The team was celebrating the end of a long and violent kidnapping case and Emily’s two-year anniversary of joining the team. The BAU had gone to a nicer bar in D.C. thanks to the fact that Rossi was paying, everyone stayed up a little later than they normally would. It helped that it was a Friday night and the bar was full of people to watch and loud enough for them to talk about what they wanted without being overheard. After four rounds and some good conversation, everyone moved out while Rossi paid the tab. Spencer, JJ, and Penelope had parked to the right while Aaron, Derek, and Emily, along with Rossi had found parking in a garage on the left side of the street. One problem that everyone always complained about when it came to going to D.C. was the parking. It was always terrible. The BAU split into two groups after saying their goodbyes. Hotch’s trio moved down the half-busy street. Some bars had people lining up to get in while others seemed empty.

Aaron was having a conversation with Emily and paying attention to what she was saying, while Derek watched what was happening on the street. He noticed something unsettling happening in front of them. On the darker side of the street which was almost empty, Morgan noticed a few yards ahead a group of three men manhandling and herding someone forward and toward the stone wall and an alleyway that was even darker than the street. Derek was too far away yet to hear what was being said, but when they got a few feet closer Morgan caught something from the person being pushed: “I told you that ad was fake, just leave me alone. God get your hands off of me.” Derek watched as one of the men moved a hand over the person’s mouth and pushed them forward. This was when Derek tapped Aaron urgently and said, “Situation at 1:00 o’clock.” Hotch’s head snapped up and he saw what was happening in the gloom ahead.” A rush of worry passed through him as he noticed _y/n_ as the one being towed by three men larger than them. Hotch looked at Morgan and both men moved into a sprint down the road. Emily followed closely behind, now noticing what her other two teammates had.

_y/n_ tried to thrash and kick those holding them against the cold wall, but they were pinned on either side, unable to scream. The man in front of them has his hands at _y/n_'s waistband while his friend covers their mouth. _y/n_ flinches as gruff hands move under their shirt, working up their torso. _y/n_ tried to fight, but it was no good. As the violation continued and their clothes were pulled away from their body, y/n_ accepted the fact that this would happen. No one had listened to them. Not the police, not Craigslist support. They tried to blank their mind out as much as possible at what was happening to them, so when the man in front of them was pulled away suddenly, they slumped forward not sure what was happening._y/n_ hadn’t even heard Aaron shout out, “Federal Agents,” as he and Morgan entered the alleyway.

Hotch and Derek got to the site first and both men watched for a split second at what was happening. They both needed to make sure that none of the men who had _y/n_ pinned down was armed. When they noticed the men didn’t seem armed, they sprung into action. Hotch shouted “Federal Agents,” and Morgan tore the man in front of _y/n_ off of them. Morgan swung the man to the ground and pinned his arm behind his back while his friends ran off down the alleyway, up the side of a dumpster, and over the short wall dividing one back street from another. Hotch watched for a moment torn between following the men and making sure _y/n_ was alright. It only took a microsecond for him to know that he would stay with _y/n_. Hotch ignored what the man on the ground was saying as he approached _y/n_ with palms open and out to show he wasn’t a threat. _y/n_ was slowly sliding down the wall, and Aaron noticed the back of their shirt rising behind them. Hotch caught _y/n_ before they hit the ground. He could see they were in shock. Who wouldn't be after such a situation?

As he guided them with his strong hands down to the ground, Emily rounded the corner and took in the situation. Morgan looked at Emily and said, “Can you sit on him or something? Prentiss nodded and she took his place. She painfully pinned the man’s arm behind his back to stop him from moving and Derek stood up. Aaron knew that Morgan wanted to try and find the other two men who had made a run for it. It was in Derek’s nature to take action, so when Hotch looked up at Derek, he said, "Follow those guys" It didn't take more than that for Morgan to take off running. Now Emily had the pleasure of the man below her shout out, “What the fuck are you doing. That bitch asked us to do this. They asked us. What do you guys not get about that? Like I said to the other guy I’ll show you the ad online if you just let me get my phone from my pocket. Em scoffed and replied, “Fat chance pal. Generally when someone is fighting you and you have to pin them to a wall that’s not what I call enthusiastic consent. Now if I were you, I’d shut up until the police get here.”

Hotch overheard the conversation as he gently tapped _y/n_'s face lightly to try and bring them back. Aaron didn’t have to look at Emily as calling the police and 9-1-1. His attention snapped back to _y/n_ as they started thrashing slightly, fighting his hold on their shoulder. Aaron rocked on his heels and moved his hand to _y/n_’s as their breaths came raggedly at the new contact. Hotch made sure his face was in view as he squeezed _y/n_’s hand to match his breath as he said, “_y/n_, it’s Aaron, from before. I need you to take some deep breaths for me.” _y/n_ could hear a comforting tenor voice and felt their hand get enveloped in a larger, warm one. This was not the invasive touch from before. It took _y/n_ a few minutes before their mind fully came back to their body. When it did, _y/n_ turned their head and saw a familiar face. They gave a tiny squeeze of acknowledgment back to Aaron. Their breath was still rapid, and _y/n_ struggled to speak from the stress and adrenaline coursing through them. All _y/n_ could do was just make a little sound from the back of their throat. Hotch leaned forward and ran a hand over their forehead, pushing a loose strand of hair away from their face, He knelt on the ground and said reassuringly, “You’re doing good, _y/n_. You’re safe now. Just try and breathe and relax for me. Can you do that?” _y/n_ nodded and tried to follow his instructions.

They watched and breathed along with Aaron taking a moment to look over at Emily and the man on the ground. Hotch shifted to block _y/n_’s view so they couldn’t see the man clearly. He had finally shut up, and for that, Hotch was grateful. After a few minutes, the paramedics came and evaluated _y/n_’s physical and emotional state. Hotch was annoyed that the police took five minutes after 9-1-1 to arrive. While _y/n_ was being evaluated, Aaron provided the details of what had happened. He gave a description of the other two assailants and the fact that another federal agent was pursuing them right now. The pair of cops asked him a few questions but didn’t seem that interested in his responses. Hotch shifted his weight and folded his arms over his chest. He wasn’t impressed with either of the men’s attitudes. He took a quick moment to memorize their badge numbers as they moved to Emily’s side. One hauled the grounded man up and toward their cruiser while the other interviewed Prentiss with a similar laissez-faire tone. While this happened, Hotch looked over to _y/n_. They seemed to be back to a more normal state but they had a shock blanket on and a pressure cuff on their arm. Hotch looked around to see if Morgan was back, but he wasn’t. Aaron then texted the rest of the team. He didn’t say they needed to come. The scene was busy enough as it was, he just let them know that a “situation” had unfolded and that he might call or text them if he needed something. When the rest of the team sounded off on the chat, he thanked them and clicked off his phone.

Morgan returned a few minutes later looking angry. Hotch looked up at him, and Derek shook his head no. As they began to chat about the chase that hadn’t ended up with the fit agent finding the other two men, Aaron noticed that the cops had approached _y/n_ in the back of the ambulance. Morgan noticed Hotch’s lack of attention caught Derek’s attention and he turned to look and listen to the quiet conversation happening near the street. Whatever the cops were saying was indistinguishable from the noise of the cars moving down the street, but both agents noticed how uncomfortable _y/n_ looked. They had their arms holding each other in a self-soothing gesture. They didn’t look comforted by what the men were saying either. The conversation also seemed to be too short to get any real information from _y/n_. One of the cops moved back toward the cruiser with their empty notepad out while the other approached Morgan. Aaron slipped past the officer and toward _y/n_. One of the paramedics was taking off the cuff on _y/n_’s arm and Hotch looked from _y/n_ to the man and asked, “Could you give us a few moments alone?”

The man nodded, placed the medical device back where belonged, and then moved away to give them some space. Before asking _y/n_ any serious questions, he just checked in saying, “Are you feeling alright, _y/n_? Are you in any pain?” _y/n_ met his gaze and then looked down at the pavement below them. After a moment of silence and a breath, _y/n_ replied, “The medic gave me something to numb everything a bit. The nerves and stuff. So I’m not in any physical pain at least.” Hotch clenched his jaw knowing that _y/n_ was most likely in emotional turmoil at the moment. Even though it was going to be hard, he hoped he could provide some comfort and reassurance to _y/n_ that he would make sure they were safe. But in order for him to do that, he needed the full story. He took a breath and introduced himself again, this time fully. Aaron leaned a bit closer and said, “It’s good to hear that they gave you something. Would you be willing to talk to me for a minute? I’m a federal agent, and I’d like to be able to help you if you’re willing.” He pulled out his badge and showed it to _y/n_. He didn’t flash it like he normally did at cops or other agents. He gave _y/n_ plenty of time to look at it. In _y/n_’s brain, things started making more sense about the man they’d run into often. Why he was so good with a gun? How confident he was in stressful situations, and why the other men had run away when he got there. _y/n_ seemed mesmerized by the card but snapped their eyes back to his deep brown ones.

_y/n_ realized that they were focusing on only one thing at a time in order to not have to think about what was not happening. If that was the case, it might as well be Agent Aaron Hotchner. He was comforting and certainly not hard on the eyes. _y/n_ released a breath and nodded yes. The small rapport they had built with the man in front of them made _y/n_ feel safe enough to speak with Aaron. Hotch registered their consent and he thought about how to word his first question. He knew that with victims of trauma, specific questions were better than general ones. Something like “What happened,” could send _y/n_ into a spiral or unable to answer. Aaron decided to start from the beginning and move to tonight’s events in order. He asked gently, “The last time I saw you, at the farmers market, you said that something bad had happened to you. Could you tell me what that was?” _y/n_ looked down at their hands. They felt like saying “Nothing.” _y/n_ had felt like saying nothing for the last thirty-three days, but nothing hadn’t helped them, so _y/n_ resolved to tell Aaron the truth. Raising their eyes back to his, _y/n_ saw the compassion and care in Hotch’s gaze and it gave them the strength to quietly say, “It’s kind of a long story…” Aaron nodded his head no and said, “Not to me. I’ve got all night. Take your time.” _y/n_ nodded and looked at Aaron’s hands instead of him as they said, “I was dating a guy. It was pretty on and off. It was a mistake, we didn’t have the same beliefs or interests. So when I found out he was cheating on me I broke it off. I thought he felt the same way about me as I felt about him. I thought I was doing him a favor by cutting him free.

As it turns out he was very invested in me and he got incredibly angry when I told him it was over. He threatened to hurt himself if I did this to him. I told him that wasn’t true and that he was too arrogant to go through with something like that. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, but it was true. He’s a baby and he’s never had to do anything for himself before. As it turned out he ended up just hurting me instead.” _y/n_ looked briefly at Aaron to see if he was still listening. Again, they hadn’t been before and _y/n_ was surprised as his warm gaze was still as attentive as ever. Hotch gave a little nod for _y/n_ to continue. _y/n_ moved their gaze to the wall just to the left of his ear and continued, “So he left and everything was quiet for a week. Then one day one of my friends sent me a link saying I had to see something.” _y/n_ picked at their nail, with eyes downcast. Hotch assumed it was a tell for embarrassment for them. His core clenched for what was about to come. He could tell it wasn’t good. Already had negative feelings toward whoever this guy was. _y/n_ finally said, “I clicked the link and it took me to an adult site. My ex had leaked the nudes I’d sent him a few months back. It turned out he put them all over the net. To as many sites as he could think of. I’d been told so many times not to send nudes because of revenge porn and stuff, but I never thought it would happen to me. Not to this scale. So that was horrible and I stayed up for two days emailing the sites and I called the police and they said they’d start a report or something. I was mortified, but the next day some guy I’d never seen before came to my door and said he was there about the ad.”

Alarm bells were ringing in Aaron’s head because the three men earlier tonight had been speaking of an ad too. _y/n_ didn’t see the concern and anger on his face as they were too embarrassed to look him in the face as they said, “Of course, I didn’t know what he was talking about and said he had the wrong house. The guy got defensive and the ad said for sure this was the right address. I wanted him to leave me alone so I asked to see the ad. I was sure it was a mistake or something and maybe I could point him in the right direction. He pulled up Craigslist and showed me his phone. My… my ex had made an account pretending to be me. He’s posted an ad saying that I lived alone and had a sexual fantasy about being sexually assaulted. He’d put my picture up and my address and even times when I was normally home.”

Aaron watched as _y/n_ struggled more and more to get the words out. He his heart ached that such a violation had been done to _y/n_. He also felt like throttling the man who had done this. Who had thought of something so terrible and gone through with it? He moved a hand to _y/n_’s and gently brushed his fingertips over theirs. He wanted to offer some comfort. _y/n_ looked at their right hand and grabbed onto Aaron’s hand tightly, anchoring themself to his strength. _y/n_ swallowed thickly and said, “When the words registered I just broke down and the guy got real worried. He actually made sure I was okay. I explained it was all a mistake. Just a terrible prank from a friend. He apologized and left. When I finally got it together I emailed Craigslist and then called the support number. I got rerouted about twenty times and I gave up when I was put on hold for the seventh time. I called the cops and they said the same thing as last time. That they’d look into it; make a report. The ad stayed up and guys kept showing up. I told them all it was a mistake but some of them didn’t take it that way.”

Aaron clenched his jaw and spoke for the first time, asking, “Did anything happen? Did anyone hurt you?” His eyes scanned _y/n_ like he’d be able to see if she’d been attacked. _y/n_ found his gaze and said, “Not really. Not until tonight. Last week there was a guy that didn’t take no for no in my driveway but I was close to my car and got inside and locked it before he started running. That was when I called the cops again.” Hotch furrowed his brow. Law enforcement's response so far to _y/n_’s situation had been mediocre at best. That was demonstrated tonight as well. He cleared his throat so he didn’t sound angry at _y/n_ and asked, “And what did they do?” _y/n_ looked at him and said, “They came by and gave the guy a warning and told him not to come back. That was about it.” Aaron clenched his jaw so tight that he thought his teeth might shatter.

Aaron couldn’t help but ask in disbelief, “Why are they treating you so dismissively? Even tonight it looked like they didn’t care.” Aaron had asked the question aloud in frustration and as a hypothetical. So when _y/n_ responded his eyes snapped to theirs. This was the part that _y/n_ hated as they said, “My ex was a cop. Well, part-time cop until he quit because he didn’t like the night shift that they gave him. But he certainly loved waving a gun around and bossing people around too. His job should have been my first red flag, but I was sad and he gave me attention. I was such an idiot.” Aaron nodded his head no and said, “You weren’t an idiot, _y/n_. You were hurting and someone took advantage of that. That’s not your fault.” At hearing his words, and being believed, _y/n_ couldn’t hold in the emotions anymore and put their head in their hands and started to cry large hot tears. Hotch moved forward and protectively put his arms around them. _y/n_ moved their head to his shoulder and kept crying. Aaron placed a hand on their back and just waited. Sometimes words were unneeded and he felt like this was one of those times.

After a few minutes and when _y/n_ had stilled and the tears had gone Hotch asked softly, still holding them, “And tonight? Were those men responding to the ad?” Aaron felt _y/n_ nod into his shoulder and _y/n_ said, “Yeah. I was just taking a walk and they were at the door banging on it. By the time they saw me, it was too late. I tried to tell them the situation like everyone else but they wouldn’t have it, so I ran. I thought they’d stop once I got to a place with more people but they just kept following. Thank God you were here.” Hotch questioned very much if God had anything to do with such cruelty, but he didn’t comment. Instead, he patted _y/n_’s back before pulling back to look at them. Aaron ran a thumb under _y/n_’s eye, catching the last of the tears and brushing it on his button-down. Aaron looked at _y/n_ sincerely as he said, “I’m so sorry that happened to you. No one deserves to be treated like that.” Hotch was more than sad, he was enraged, but he didn’t show it for _y/n_’s sake. He was going to find this guy and make sure he got what he deserved for trying to ruin _y/n_’s life. For getting away with what he had.

Aaron was also going to be filing a complaint to the District Attorney, whom he had on speed dial about how law enforcement was trying to cover for a criminal who didn’t even work for them anymore. Hotch took _y/n_’s hands softly and asked, “Can you tell me the name of your ex? I want to make sure you’re safe. Not only from him but from anyone who might come and try and hurt you.” Aaron knew this was a big ask. A huge ask, but it was needed if he intended to help them. After a few moments of silence, _y/n_ looked at him. Really looked at him. If there was anyone who had shown to act so far, it had been him, almost a stranger. But that feeling of safeness returned and _y/n_ said, “His name’s _y/e/p’s/n_.” Hotch nodded and said sincerely, “Thank you. I’m going to go and make a few calls. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Do you need someone to be here with you?” _y/n_ nodded their head no and said, “I’ll be fine as long as you’re close.” _y/n_ didn’t want to sound so pathetic, but it was true. Aaron understood and replied, “I’ll be in view, I promise.” _y/n_ nodded, relieved that he didn’t seem upset at such a silly ask.

Aaron moved toward Derek and Emily who were both talking in soft tones. As Hotch passed one of the police officers he frowned and asked, “What’s the name of your Cheif of Police?” The befuddled and bored-looking LEO replied with the officer’s name like he didn’t care. Aaron let out a huff and moved past the man and toward his team members. Both Emily and Derek looked at him and registered that he was unhappy. Morgan asked, “What happened?” Hotch responded, “I’ll tell you in a moment. Prentiss, can you call Garcia and ask her to look up a name: _y/e/p’s_n_? I want everything on him.” Emily nodded and Derek looked at Hotch with probing eyes. Hotch stated, “I need to call the Attorney General, will you watch those two officers and make sure they give _y/n_ some space?” At hearing the AG being brought up Derek knew this was important and he nodded and moved closer to the ambulance blocking _y/n_ from the sight of the police car and men talking inside. Hotch quickly left a message and then checked in with Emily. Prentiss assured him that Garcia was already on it. Hotch thanked her and moved back toward _y/n_. The medic was speaking to _y/n_ as he approached.

Aaron moved forward to see what was going on. He looked at _y/n_ and they filled him in saying, “I’m good to go. They’re not taking me.” Hotch looked at _y/n_ and the paramedic who nodded that that was correct. Aaron looked back at _y/n_ and asked, “Are you going home from here? Do you need someone to take you?” _y/n_ managed a small smile at the kindness he was showing them and replied, “I’ve called one of my friends that live close by. I’m going to stay at her house tonight. Maybe I’ll go home tomorrow.” Aaron nodded in understanding and said, “Okay. I’m going to look into what’s happened. I’ll keep you updated if that’s alright?” _y/n_ nodded and said, “I’d like that. Can I give you my number or something?” Hotch nodded and said, “Yes. I’d appreciate that.”

Aaron slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet where he kept a few business cards. He flipped one to the back and added his cell number before handing it to _y/n_ saying, “Here’s my office number and my cell. If you feel unsafe if someone tries to come to your door again you can call me and I’ll make sure someone comes and gets them away from you. And I’ll stay here with you until your friend shows up.” _y/n_ felt like they could cry again but held it together and replied, “Thank you so much. Sorry if I messed up your night, or you getting home to your son.” Aaron couldn’t help but give a small smile at _y/n_’s memory of Jack. He replied, “Jack’s at his mom’s tonight. You’re not inconveniencing me _y/n_. I want to make sure you’re safe. That’s what’s important to me. Even though it felt impossible in a case like this after everything _y/n_ had been through, they believed him and just sat in the comfort of someone who made them feel safe for the first time in a very long time. Eventually _y/n_’s friend came and _y/n_ went with them. Hotch wrapped up with the officers, paramedics, and Emily and Derek after which he headed home.

The following day he got the report from Garcia. He also asked her to find the ad on Craigslist take it off the internet and trace the IP address. He also mentioned the revenge porn and Penelope looked as horrified as he had felt when _y/n_ heard about it from _y/n_ Garcia promised to take down an images she could find of _y/n_ as soon as possible. Later that day Hotch got a call back from the Attorney General and he filled the man in on the Police situation. General Miyares promised to look into the situation. At the end of the day, Hotch texted _y/n_ that things were in progress and that the ad had been removed since noon that afternoon. He filled them in on some of the other details too. _y/n_ thanked him profusely over text which he brushed off. Aaron didn’t think too much about _y/n_ until a week later when her ex was arrested for a litany of crimes from assault and battery, to money laundering and fraud. Aaron happened to be on _y/n_’s side of town when he found out about the arrest and he felt like he should call _y/n_ to see if they had heard and if they were doing okay.

He dialed their number and after a few rings, they picked up. There was a hesitation before _y/n_ said, “Hey, Aaron. How are you?” Hotch wondered why he heard hesitation in their voice but answered honestly, “I’m alright? Are you doing okay? Have you heard the news?” After a moment, _y/n_ replied, “I just heard. My friend sent me an article about it. I’m trying to be okay. I haven’t gotten out much since I’ve last seen you.” Hotch could fully understand why _y/n_ would want to isolate. Even after the ad had been taken down, just getting out the door must be a challenge. Aaron asked gently, “Have you thought about any added security measures like you mentioned last week?” _y/n_ replied faster this time saying, “Yes. I bought a ring camera and an extra bolt for the door but haven’t had them installed. I called a guy but when he showed up I kind of freaked out. I’ve been too embarrassed to ask anyone else.” Hotch’s heart gave a little tug at how scary any man showing up at their door would be for them. Aaron had an idea and he simply said, “Listen. I don’t want to push or anything, but I’m in your area. I could come over and install those things for you if you like, _y/n_? But only if you wanted me to.” There was another silence and _y/n_ replied, “You’re not busy?” Aaron smiled and said, “No, I’m not busy.”

Twenty minutes later Hotch parked outside _y/n_’s door and he knocked on the front door. _y/n_ opened it for him and said, “Thanks for doing this. You really didn’t have to.” Aaron gave them a smile and said, “I don’t mind. If it makes you feel safer, then I’m happy to do it. Could you show me the ring camera and bolt?” Hotch was just a few feet into their door and he didn’t move forward. He didn’t want to make them feel unsafe in their space so he didn’t venture further unless asked. From what he did see it seemed cozy and warm. A place that reflected _y/n_’s personality. After a minute and some rustling, _y/n_ came back. Their arms were full of a few boxes and a drill that didn’t fully seem right in their grasp. Hotch stepped forward slightly and said, “Here, let me get that for you.” He took the bigger items from _y/n_’s arms.

Hotch looked at the door and asked, “I can put this camera up first and you could set up the app while I added the bolt. Would that be alright with you?” _y/n_ nodded and said, “Yes, that sounds good to me.” Aaron returned the smile and said, “Great. Well, I’ll get started. This shouldn’t take long to set up.” Hotch grabbed the drill and the box holding the camera and moved back outside. Twenty minutes later he was back in the cooled room. As Aaron started adding the new lock to the door, _y/n_ worked on getting the camera set up and said, “Got it!” Excitedly when they could see the outside of their home from the safety of inside. Aaron turned and said, Great. Hopefully, that will give you some extra security, as will this.” Hotch pulled back and showed the deadbolt was now in place. Aaron stood up and said, “Is there anything else I could do to make you feel better? You said you weren’t getting out much. Are you feeling okay?” _y/n_’s smile fell slightly as they said, “Would you like a coffee or something? Or a glass of water? It was pretty hot out there.” Hotch could hear the desperation in _y/n_’s voice for him to stay, for just a bit longer. Aaron nodded and said, “A coffee sounds nice. Thank you _y/n_.” _y/n_ relaxed and let their shoulders relax. They looked at Aaron and said, “Would you like to come in and sit down?” They pointed to the table near the kitchen and Hotch moved further inside and took a seat. _y/n_ moved around the kitchen brewed a fresh pot of coffee and then sat down across from Aaron. They talked about light topics until the coffee was ready and they got them both a cup.

When _y/n_ was seated again, Hotch asked the same question again: “Are you doing okay, _y/n_?” _y/n_ bit their lip and said, “You’d think I’d be. _y/e/p’s/n_ just got jailed and I have added security, but most days I can’t even leave the house. Some mornings I can’t get out of bed. I’m wondering if I’m ever going to move past this. If I can see a man outside my door and not be afraid. Sometimes I feel like my life is over.” Aaron leaned forward and said, “It’s not over, _y/n_. I know it’s hard, but you can do this. You didn’t deserve anything that happened to you, but I believe you can move on from this. I hope in time you can feel safe and that you know you have resources so when you don’t feel safe there’s someone looking out for you. I’m one of those people, _y/n_. _y/n_ felt their eye’s water again. They hadn’t told Aaron this but he was the first person they’d let into their home since that first man had come looking for sex. It didn’t feel like the new beginning they had planned, but it was a small step forward. If nothing else _y/n_ knew that Aaron Hotchner was a man out in the world fixing things rather than tearing them apart, and he cared enough to be sitting here watching them almost cry. Hotch moved a hand forward and placed it over theirs. _y/n_ closed their eyes, sure they’d say something soon. But for now, it felt good to be safe with someone. And that someone was Aaron Hotchner.

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neesieiumz · 2 months ago

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hii, just wanted to check in with everything.

I wanted to come here and say that, I still will be writing fanfiction. I'll be on a03, where I've uploaded only a few of my works. I'll continue to upload them on there, and finish writing on there as well.

On here, I'll finish only a few fan fics on here before logging out of this account on all my devices.

I'll finish writing the following and have them posted on here:

knight!ichigo x princess!reader captain burns x reader cowboy!jean x reader (i'll be finishing the anthology on ao3, as well as doing a re-write/edit of reiner's) curse user!kento nanami x reader x suguru geto

you can follow my ao3 account right here

and if you want to still keep in touch with me, I do have a new tumblr account right here. i mainly post about sims 4, my personal novel writing, and reblog a lot of soccer, and aaron hotchner fanfic as well. as well as couple of anime fanfics as well. If you ask me about my works on this account on the new account, it will be deleted and you will be blocked as well. I also have my discord on my "other sites" post" that you can access through my pinned post as well. The next time you should hear from me on this account is when I post my last fan fics.

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starlight--writings · 9 months ago

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I still have a lot of fics in the works: series, one shots and headcannons alike. So here is a rundown of the sort of things that I am working on for you guys!

First of all, I am revising and editing the fics that I have already posed as they are about three years old! Once I have edited them I shall reblog them to let you know.

An entire MCU rewrite. Now, I have started this a million times at this point and every time I take it down for one reason or another. So it may be a while before y'all see this series as it will take me a while to make sure it is perfect. - Bucky Barnes x Witch!Female!Reader

A Loki series rewrite. This is quite a new series that I have been thinking about recently. There are lots of ways that it can go. Although with that season two finale, I have no idea how to end the fic! With that being said, if y'all have any ideas about that just let me know. - Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

A Harry Potter rewrite, sort of. This series will follow Y/N and her adventures through the years of Hogwarts with the Weasley twins. I have wanted to write something like this for years as I love the Harry Potter series and the Weasley twins are definitely my favourite. It's probably going to have some very long chapters as one school year is each chapter. - George Weasley x Ravenclaw!Female!Reader. Vote here.

A Spencer Reid one shot. Spencer is banned from cassinos in Vegas for his card counting abilities. Y/N is also banned from the same cassinos as she is always with him. Spencer didn't have many friends in collage, just Y/N. And he was desperate to impress her when she came over on Christmas break. - Collage!Spencer x Collage!Female!Reader.

A Spencer Reid one shot, (maybe a series???). Y/N is transferred to the BAU from the Organised Crime Division. Goth!Y/N is definitely a change from the people in the BAU, from the way she dresses to the way she handles herself. She was energy drinks, cigarettes and dark romance novels to Spencers coffee, sugar addiction and Russian literature. They were so different and yet so similar. How will the BAU handle the new girl who is no one like they’d ever encountered before? And how will Y/N handle finding the one thing she was never looking for? Love. - Spencer Reid x Goth!Female!Reader.

Another Spencer Reid one shot. On a case in Texas when he meets Y/N, the lead detective on the case. They spend a lot of time on the case. She always wears Wrangler jeans and red cowboy boots. After the case, they go out for dinner and they go back to her place. - Spencer Reid x Detective!Female!Reader.

An Aaron Hotchner story. Hayley left Aaron the second she had Jack and he needed help. With his crazy work hours and impromptu starting time, Aaron needed a baby sitter. And fresh out of college, 22 year old Y/N new from Arizona is perfect for the job. Over time, Aaron starts to get feelings for Y/N, he tries to shake them as he is 13 years older than she is. Y/N is the live in babysitter. A nanny. Maybe she is a girly girl, Hello Kitty and Juicy Couture???? Maybe a slight modern!au im terms of music and books used and mentioned throughout the series???- Aaron Hotchner x Younger!Female!Reader.

More will be added to the list soon!

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foxy-eva · 2 years ago

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Criminal Minds Headcanon & Moodboard Masterlist

Headcanons:

Emily Prentiss

Relationship Headcanons

Spencer Reid

Mutual Pining

First Date Headcanons

Relationship Headcanons

NSFW Relationship Headcanons

Dom!Spencer Headcanons

Sub!Spencer Headcanons

Relationship Headcanons - Pregnancy Edition

Anniversary Headcanons

Taking care of you on your period

Family Headcanons

Dad!Spencer Headcanons

Meeting your Family & Friends

Christmas Headcanons

Meet-Cute Headcanons

Wedding Headcanons

Other

BAU Christmas Headcanons

Hotchreid Holiday Headcanons

Spencelle Domestic Headcanons

Moodboards:

Missing Spencer Reid while he's working on a case

Walking in a Winter Wonderland with Spencer Reid

Cozy Sunday with Spencer Reid

Playing Chess with Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid Vintage Purple Aesthetic

Spencer Reid & The Color Green

Spencer Reid with Cats and Books

Valentine's Day with Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid in Prison

Spencer Reid Cowboy AU

Professor Spencer Reid x Reader

Road Trip with Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid Wedding

Summer Nights with Spencer Reid

Summer Vacation with Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner & Wine Red

Club Night with Emily Prentiss

Tara x JJ Date Night

Other Posts:

Prison!Reid Icons

Spencer Reid Rainbow Icons

MGG in the Moonlight music video

MGG as Wes in Dollface

Textpost: Spencer Reid x Cat Adams

Textpost: Spencer Reid and Grief

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 5 months ago

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Can you do cowboy reader in an argument with a redneck because the said something about Derek

Description: an cop says a few offhand comments about Derek and you don't take no shit.

Warnings: hints to racism (nothing 'on screen'), blood

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He waits until Derek leaves the room. Before he turns to you, the words he uses makes your blood feel like ice. He's just some local cop from Texas, you're probably never going to see him again.

Turning to him, you wait a few seconds. Giving him time to backtrack, to apologise, or rephrase. He doesn't. He stares back at you and then doubles down.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm just saying-"

"How about you don't?" You snapped.

"I just-"

"I don't give a fuck about 'I just', saying 'nother word 'bout him 'n' I'll knock ya out." You glare, stepping closer to the officer. "Do I make myself clear?"

The cop glares at you, not saying anything. "You're really gonna stand up for him?"

"I'd be very careful what you say next, if I were you."

Hotch just wanted a coffee. It had been an agonisingly long case, with little to no leads. He needed the much loved and appreciated pick me up that a shitty police coffee wouldn't give (the coffee somehow managed to taste like paper) - but he could pretend well enough.

So far, the locals seemed accepting of the team, something Hotch was grateful for. After all, the worst cases are the ones where no one gets along.

But, of course, things weren't going to go as swimmingly as he had planned. Opening the door, Hotch immediately comes to a holt. An officer lay on the floor, clutching his nose as he struggled to sit up right. Blood beginning to cover his hands. You stood tall, above him.

"What happened?"

"He's a prick." You answer, opening you hand, flexing it as you checked for damage, wiping the blood from your hands onto your jeans. "Said a few things he shouldn't've about Morgan."

Hotch definitely needed stronger coffee.

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moonlightspencie · 2 years ago

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you’re a bandit like me

Part 5 of ‘the sweetest con’

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

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“Where do you want me?” she asked, looking at me with wide eyes.

I floundered for a moment, then cleared my throat.

“You can stay and observe the interrogation. I’ll need a pair of eyes on the other side,” I managed to get out, embarrassed by the slip up.

She didn’t seem to notice.

“Okay,” she nodded, then moved closer with a smirk, shoulder brushing against mine, “You don’t trust Mr. Police Chief either, huh?”

I snorted. “Sometimes the level of professionalism I have to show is exhausting. That’s all I’ll say on the matter.”

She laughed, not moving away. I took in a deep breath, looking ahead through the two-way mirror at the suspect. He was starting to get fidgety.

“I think he’ll be easy,” she said, voicing my thoughts. “He’s already kind of freaking out.”

“He is. Another minute, then I’ll start in.”

“If anyone can get this guy to crack in a minute or less it’s you,” she noted with a chuckle.

I raised a brow, looking at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Dude definitely doesn’t want to be challenged. You’ll throw off the balance he wants to keep by being the most dominant person in the room.”

I hummed, not sure how to respond to that in the right way. My silence didn’t stop her from going on.

“Plus,” she added, “You totally embody the agent vibe better than anyone on the team, and that alone freaks people out.”

“It does?”

“In the best way,” she said with a smile.

The door to the observation room opened, and she took a step away from me as the police chief walked in. I decided that would be the right time for me to enter the interrogation room, though not without the wishes of luck from her first.

“Good afternoon,” I greeted the suspect.

He stared at me, his eyes set hard and angry. I saw his jaw clench as his fists did the same. Sweat was appearing on his forehead, and his breathing had begun to increase as I walked up to the table and sat down.

“I’d like to talk about Jessica Davis,” I said after a beat of looking through the files. “You knew her.”

“And?” he asked, voice gruff.

“She’s dead, and we have eye witness reports that you were harassing her at the bar the night before her body was found.”

He scoffed. “You have a screwed up definition of harassment.”

“You made several unwanted advances.”

“You act like she didn’t love the attention.”

I looked at him, setting my brow. He stared back, only getting angrier as I stated the information. That would be my in.

“Do you really think a woman like Jessica would want attention from someone like you?”

His face reddened. “Every woman wants someone like me.”

“Did Katie Owens? Or Carrie Santiago?” I raised a brow. “Because we also have accounts of those women repeatedly turning you down as well.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he gritted out.

I smirked, shaking my head. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe every woman in this town would actually love to be involved with an unemployed forty-year-old who lives in a shoe box apartment. I can imagine they fall at your feet. Right?”

“They wanted it,” his voice raised. “I’m a god in this town.”

“Maybe when you were a high school football star. What exactly have you accomplished since then?”

He slammed his hands on the table. “They were lucky to go home with me.”

“If you’re going to lie, at least try to make it believable. There’s no way they went home with you,” I said, purposely dismissive.

“They did,” his voice raised again, “They wanted every second of it.”

“Every second of what?” I asked quickly, matching his tone and volume.

“All of it.”

“All of what, Kevin? Your matchbox car collection?”

“They had a great time, and when I was done with them—“

“As if you’d get that far,” I interrupted.

“Their last seconds with me were the happiest of their lives. They should feel honored that I was the last thing they ever saw,” he yelled out.

I stared, letting his confession sink in. The red in his face remained, though he shrunk into his seat, eyes wildly searching the room.

“No. I didn’t mean that,” he muttered.

“You said it. That’s it,” I replied calmly, standing. “You’re no longer a god. You won’t be taking any more lives.”

“No.”

With that, I left. I opened the door to the eyes of both of the onlookers glued to me.

“Holy narcissism, Batman,” she said, a slight smile on her face. “Talk about a god complex.”

“You were spot on with that assessment,” I said back, matching her facial expression.

“How’d you know?” the chief asked, confusion on his face.

“As I told you, the profile works,” I replied, glad to be able to politely put him in his place.

He nodded, looking away before he exited the room. She watched me the whole time, relishing with me in the fact that he was a little bit defeated by the accuracy of the profile.

“By the way,” she started. “That was like almost three minutes. I think you’re losing your touch.”

I scoffed a laugh. “I’d like to see you do it.”

“On second thought, you did great,” she said after a beat, a smile on her face again.

We walked out the precinct that day feeling triumphant, and, luckily for me, seeming to have forgotten about the thing I’d said a few nights ago that almost sounded like a confession. She thought I was great in interrogation for getting answers so quickly when all she had to do to have me spilling out words was ask one question.

I was beginning to see that we were more similar than either of us had realized.

We sat on the jet in silence. I started on paperwork, and she sat across from me, staying up against my wishes just to keep me company as the others slept.

“What’s on your mind? I know you can read faster than that,” she stated, lounging in her seat.

I glanced up, not answering as I looked back to the papers.

She leaned forward, taking them from me before I could protest. She stared at me with an expectant look, very amused with her own actions.

I sighed. “Why does something have to be on my mind? Maybe I just zoned out.”

“You don’t zone out. That brain of yours is always running, I’m sure of it.”

I chuckled, sitting back. “How do you know?”

“I know everything,” she said with a shrug.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Then what am I thinking about? If you know everything.”

She stared for a moment. “Probably Jack. I’m sure you miss him and want to see him.”

“That’s part of it.”

“The other part is,” she started, then trailed, waiting a beat, “you’re really in the mood for the Mexican place by my apartment.”

I raised a brow. “I’ve never eaten there.”

“Okay, that might be my stomach speaking for me,” she admitted, laughing as she placed the papers back on the table between us. “I think if you had eaten there, you’d be thinking about it.”

“I’ll have to try it sometime.”

I started reaching for my work, but was quickly interrupted again as she spoke.

“How about tonight? It’s open till midnight, and it’s only nine now.”

My eyes flitted back up to see her, though I didn’t yet have a response.

“If you like tacos, of course,” she added.

The ghost of a smirk came to my face. “I do.”

“Great!” she said, straightening up. “That’ll satisfy my craving, and help keep you out of the house or the office.”

I scoffed humorously. “Ouch.”

“Come on, it’ll be good for you.”

“Maybe,” I admitted.

“When we touch down, I’ll allow half an hour for whatever you’ve got to do. Then, we are getting out of there,” she said with a smile, standing. “Tea?”

“Please. The gr—“

“Green tea with a spoonful of honey. I know,” she finished the request for me with a light laugh, then walked away to get our mugs.

NEXT PART ->

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alexblakegf · 10 days ago

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mood boards:

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14buddy22 · 2 years ago

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Head Over Boots

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!reader

Summary: You and Aaron are out celebrating your anniversary, but what happens when you run into one of Aaron’s old lovers?

Word Count: 2.4K

a/n: this idea was requested and I just want to say this was a challenging piece to write but I loved it. It helped me really focus in on sticking to one way instead of trying to write it multiple different ways.

Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner was your best friend. They say opposites attract and you and Aaron were the complete opposite. You were carefree, always smiling, didn’t care what others thought about you, you were here for a good time, not a long time.

Now, Aaron. When you met him, he was the strict unit chief. There had been a local case, your best friend had gone missing. Your father being the Chief of Police knew he needed the best of the best working this case as she had been the 4th girl missing in 2 weeks.

Aaron walked into your father’s office, not one smile shared between him and your father. Until he saw you, at first you didn’t know if it was because he felt bad or if you were good looking. You didn’t want to be pitied because your father and the FBI still had to do their job to find your best friend.

By the time the case was solved, your friend was found, unharmed, and a week later you were going on a date with Aaron.

It was yours and Aaron’s anniversary. You’d been together for almost an entire year. 11 months to be exact. 1 more month until you and Aaron were going to be celebrating your 1 year anniversary.

Jack had been with Jessica for the weekend and you and Aaron were going to go out to a country bar that you’d been dying to take him too. He didn’t like the younger bars, however you loved them.

You and Aaron were getting ready and you smiled at him. He was good looking, despite him being older than you. It just made him the best looking DILF. He spun you around your bedroom and kissed you.

“I am LOVING that cowboy hat, Aaron.”

“You like it?”

“Oh, love it. I’ll wear mine.”

He put his on your head and pulled you into a deeper kiss while he dipped you. It was almost a cliche moment, too good to be true, but being with Aaron had you head over boots in love with him.

When you arrived at the bar, it was a little slower for a Friday night, thankfully. Had you walked into this bar with it packed, there was no way in hell Aaron would have stayed. You two found a table in the back and ordered a couple drinks.

“You know, I want to spin you around on this old dance floor.”

“Let’s do it then.”

There was a slower song playing and Aaron grabbed your hand and you both started to dance. He spun you around, then held you tight.

“I love you, Y/n.”

He leaned down to kiss you when the song ended and you held him close to you. You and Aaron were extremely close. He had become your best friend and your boyfriend all in the span of 11 months. You were hoping someday you’d be his wife, but then she walked in.

As Aaron held you close to him, you noticed a woman walking in. She looked familiar but you don’t remember where you could have seen her. She looked around and saw Aaron. You quickly tried to avoid eye contact with her and pulled away slightly from Aaron.

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

The song, “Head Over Boots” by Jon Pardi began to play. This was yours and Aarons song. It had been the first song that Jon Pardi had played at the first ever concert you and Aaron went too. You had only been dating a month and decided to surprise him with something fun to do. He loved the way it started out and ended. He loved everything about the song, the lyrics, the beat. It was perfect. You thought it was perfect because Aaron loved it. But what a coincidence when this woman walks in, looking at Aaron that this song is playing.

“I-I need to use the bathroom. I’ll meet you back at the table.”

You kissed him and he watched you walk off. You quickly made your way to the bathroom and tried to compose yourself. You were just overreacting. All she did was look at Aaron. Yeah, she did that, but her demeanor changed the minute she saw him, so yeah, maybe you had a right to be jealous.

When you walked back out there, you stopped. She had her hand on his cheek. What the hell was going on. Was he cheating on you with someone? Now you were scared, you had dreamed of being Aaron’s wife and now you weren’t even sure if you could be Aaron’s friend.

“Hey honey, sorry I was in the bathroom.”

The woman looked at you and Aaron grabbed your waist and pulled you to his side.

“Beth, this is my girlfriend, Y/n. Honey, this is Beth… My ex-girlfriend.”

Great. Now you remembered her, there had been a picture of her and Jack after Aaron’s FBI triathlon that you saw when going through some picture scrapbooks. Jack and Haley loved to put pictures in there and when Haley died, Aaron tried to keep something constant in Jack’s life, therefore he and Jack every month would constantly be adding pictures from the month to the scrapbook. It was such a good bonding experience for them.

This was Beth. God, she was gorgeous. She was the perfect size, had perfect boobs, perfect curves, her skin, practically flawless. No wonder why Aaron dated her, she was perfect.

“Beth, it’s nice to meet you. How long did you and Aaron date?”

“We dated for a year, and then I got offered a job in Tokyo, which I accepted.”

Aaron looked at Beth and said, “I told her she should go, this was a big opportunity for her and I didn’t want her to have any regrets by staying with me.”

They didn’t break up because of a fight, they broke up because long distance wasn’t going to work for them. Thye broke up because Aaron told her to go to Tokyo.

Beth said, “I wish you’d had told me to stay. Because I would’ve.”

It was like a knife to your heart hearing that. The love of your life and Beth could be together had she never accepted a job offer in Tokyo. You were heartbroken. She was still in love with him. You saw by the way she laughed at his jokes, the way she had this glimmer in your eyes. It’s the same way you looked at Aaron, but now all you could do was doubt yourself, your insecurities getting the best of you.

Aaron was meant to be with someone like Beth. She was his age, more put together, more professional than you could be. She was him in a female form, someone who he would want, right?

“Well, I’ll let you two enjoy the rest of your night. It was nice to meet you, Y/n. I’ll see you, Aaron.”

She hugged him and walked away. You were heartbroken. 11 months into your relationship, your song playing, and she walks back into his life. On top of that, you AND Aaron both learn that she would have stayed had he asked. Your insecurities really were getting the best of you.

“Come on, you want to go dance? They’re playing another good song.”

“I want to go home.”

“What? We haven’t been out long.”

“Aaron, don’t you get it! You run into your ex-girlfriend who wouldn’t even be your ex if you would have told her to stay!”

“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t yell at me. I didn’t know that. I haven’t seen her in over 3 years, Y/n.”

“Can we please go home, Aaron?”

You felt terrible. He was ready to have such a good weekend and you were being an ass. You didn’t want him to be mad at you so before he grabbed his keys you took a deep breath.

“Wait, Aar. Let’s stay. We do like good music, beer, and a dance floor. We do get to celebrate 11 months of being together, but can we talk when we get home?”

“Yeah, of course.”

You know he was constantly stressed at work, so for him to just be out and having a good night is what he needed. He didn’t need anymore drama, so you were okay to hold everything in until you went home.

You grabbed him and pulled him in for a kiss. At that moment, it was just you and Aaron. The love of your life. Beth’s in the back of your mind, but deep down, you know (and hoped) that Aaron would choose you. For right now, it was going to be you and Aaron.

After a night of one to many drinks, a few doubts, but good music, dancing, and karaoke, you and Aaron made your way home.

As he made love to you, it was only you and him. The thought of Beth was not even a factor. It was your name that he was saying like a prayer. No one elses. The words coming out of him encouraging you, making you feel like you were the prettiest girl in the world, because he did think you were the prettiest girl in the world.

After you two showered and got back in bed you looked at him. He knew what was coming. You couldn’t let it go. You had to get it off your chest now otherwise it was going to eat you up.

“Why are you with me?”

“Y/n, is this really about Beth?”

“Aaron! She’s perfect for you! How can you not see that! She’s prettier than me, smarter than me, hell you two would still be together had she not left.”

“But she did, and she’s not prettier than you, she’s not smarter than you. She is NOT perfect for me. Do you want to know why? Because you’re my girl. When I hear a love song, my mind goes to you. When I hear Head Over Boots, my mind goes to you, it doesn’t go to Beth. I love you, Y/n. I’m over Beth because I love you. I see a future with you. I didn’t see that with Beth.”

He pulled you on top of his body and he kissed your neck. The same spot he had kissed countless of times to make you laugh. However, it just made you wonder, how many times had he done that to Beth to get her out of her head?

*A Month Later*

Things had been pretty rocky for a month between you and Aaron. You couldn’t help it, Beth was just so damn pretty and you were you. You were beautiful. Prettier than Beth. 100%. But the problem you saw was, what did Aaron think? Did feelings for an old flame arise? He denied everytime you brought it up.

Why the hell were you jealous?

How much longer was yours and Aaron’s relationship going to last due to your insecurities. He didn’t sign on for this. You were going to end it. You had too. You didn’t want to be the second choice. Deep down, somewhere in your heart and mind, you knew that you weren’t Aaron’s 2nd choice. Hell no. You were his first choice.

You and Aaron decided to go out to dinner with Jack. Jack was a part of your family, you loved him like he was your own. It was only right to celebrate with Jack, especially because your anniversary was on a Wednesday and Jess was busy. But you loved having him around.

Jack was talking about his school day, Aaron talked about work, and you talked about work. You didn’t want to break up with Aaron, not in front of his son. You couldn’t break Jack’s heart just yet, you never intended to hurt Jack but he had taken such a liking to you that the hardest part was going to be saying goodbye to him. You loved Aaron, but you didn’t want the pressure of him constantly having to walk on eggshells around you just because you were insecure of you not being perfect.

You and Aaron were at the same country bar as you were 1 month ago. Aaron insisted on you three going there for the night. You loved the place, Aaron liked it as well, knowing Jack would like it, and it wasn’t busy at all for a Wednesday.

Music was playing and Aaron pulled you towards the dancefloor. As your song began to play, Aaron spun you around the dance floor, exactly like he did a month ago. He was smiling at you and would kiss you every so often when he’d stop singing.

“This is our song, Y/n. No one elses. You are my first choice. You are my best friend. You are the one I want to love and hold tight. You. You are beautiful. You’re the love of my life. You’re the one I want. You’re the one I need, Y/n. I’m head over boots for you. I want to grow old with you, grow our family even more, watch our children grow up and have their own families. You’re my person, Y/n. Without you, I wouldn’t be who I am now.”

Aaron pulled away from you and dug into his back pocket. As the song began to come to the closing, he knelt to the ground.

You couldn’t believe it, he was proposing because he chose you. Every thought of Beth that you had ever had left your mind. Aaron was choosing you, you finally got it through your head that in Aaron’s mind you were perfect for him. You were beautiful, funny, smart, YOU were the person for him and HE was the person for you.

“Y/n, I’ve loved you for an entire year and I can’t wait until I can love you for the next 100 years. Will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, Aaron. I will marry you.”

He slipped the ring on your finger and everyone in the restaurant started clapping and you grabbed him and kissed him. When you pulled him in for a hug, he whispered, “You’re my person, there’s not another person I love more in this world than you, Jack, and our future children. You have no reason to be insecure around me, because I promise that I will make sure that never happens again. I will wake up, tell you how beautiful you are, how funny you are, and how smart you are, how you’re my perfect person, just to make sure you never doubt yourself again.”

Aaron was perfect, opposites do attract, just as Aaron was with you, you are Head Over Boots for him and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life by his side.

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boldlyvoid · 3 years ago

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Hotch x Reader Masterlist

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shmaptainwrites · 3 years ago

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The Steps After I Love You [Aaron Hotchner]

Not Your Wife [Part 2]

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Spencer Reid, Violet Hotchner (OC), Penelope Hotchner (OC)

Words: 5K

Summary: It may have taken Aaron ages to admit he was in love with you, but thankfully since then it has been smooth sailings

Warnings: allusions to sex, mentions of sex, swears?

A/N: Okay here is the very highly requested fluffy part 2 to Not Your Wife! Super excited to share this with you guys and I really hope you enjoy it just as much as the first part :)

Part 1

Late in the evening, you pulled out your keys from your bag, unlocking the door and stepping inside your home, glancing around to see if there was any sign of your fiancé.

You heard the faint hum of the TV in the other room and you figured he was probably unwinding after a long day at work, and if you were honest you could do the same.

You spent almost the entire day grading papers and you wanted nothing more than to not think about Sigmund Freud or B.F. Skinner.

Tossing your keys on the side entry table you finally made yourself known by calling out,

“Aaron I’m home,”

“In the rec room!” he responded and you sighed, getting yourself situated before making your way over there.

In the kitchen, you noticed the dirty pot in the sink, but dinner was still on the stovetop. On occasion, you wondered how he had time to cook especially with the long hours but he seemed to make it work.

Fixing yourself a plate of food you then made your way to the rec room and a goofy, albeit tired, smile spread wide across your features.

Quickly, before he noticed you pulled out your phone and snapped a picture of the sight of him, curled up on the couch wearing that ridiculous cowboy hat you had bought him ages ago and watching Indiana Jones. The bowl of popcorn, which you imagined was where the dirty pot came from, was nestled firmly in his lap, pressed between his legs and chest. It was quite a sight to see especially since he was still in his suit and tie.

“If you show that picture to anyone-,”

“We both know that kind of talk doesn’t work with me sweetheart,” you chuckled, coming around and taking a seat next to him, resting your head against his arm. You looked up at him just as he looked back down at you, a soft smile on his face.

He lowered himself slightly to press a gentle kiss to your lips. He tasted faintly of butter and salt, but it made you feel like you were just a teenager in the theatre, using a movie as an excuse to kiss your boyfriend.

“Hi,” he greeted once your lips parted and you smiled.

“Hi,” you responded. “Long day at work?”

“You could say that,” he nodded.

“I can’t believe you still wear that hat,” you tapped the rim with your finger, causing him to roll his eyes.

“It’s your fault,” he said flatly. “It’s textbook classical conditioning, I physically have to do this otherwise I’ll live in constant fear of the possibility of you smacking me,”

You laughed at that, “First off, I don’t think I’ve ever smacked you, you just made that one up, and second I’ve had enough talk of conditioning to last me a lifetime, can we just pretend we don’t know anything about psychology for five minutes,”

“Fine then, would you rather talk about the guestlist for the wedding?” he teased and you groaned, tucking your face in between his shoulder and the couch.

“You know I don’t see why we can’t just get married at city hall,” you sighed. “It would be so much easier,”

“I would agree with you if I didn’t have to worry about possibly getting murdered by Penelope and Dave for not throwing an actual party,”

“Don’t forget Derek and JJ we promised booze and music,” you added. “And I totally forgot about Dave, it’s been such a long time,”

You placed your plate of food to the side, you’d have time to eat it later, right now you were focused on other things.

“He made me promise to call him ‘the second I got my act together and asked you to marry me',” he shook his head and you laughed. “And that was before we were dating,”

“Yeah Dave was never one to shy away from the truth,” you agreed. “But hey, look at you, you got your act together,”

“Well, that’s debatable,” he shrugged, taking off the hat and picking up the remote to pause the TV. “I mean if I remember correctly you never even gave me a chance to ask you,”

“Oh you’re right,” you nodded. “The minute I saw the ring I cut you off,”

You lifted up your left hand and admired the jewel, when you had started to talk about marriage you had asked Aaron if he was going to buy a ring to make sure it wasn’t an expensive one and put the extra money in a college fund for the kids.

“Why don’t you ask me properly then?” you suggested. “It’s kind of cheating because you already know the answer, but,” you trailed off and he chuckled at your antics, removing the bowl of popcorn from his lap and turning around to face you properly, taking your hands in his.

“(Y/N) (L/N), will you marry me?”

“No speech? Wow I have half a mind to say no,” you teased and he rolled his eyes. “But yeah, I’ll marry you Hotchner,”

“Speaking of last names,” he poked and you silenced him with a kiss.

“Hyphenated, don’t push it,”

“Fair enough,” he smiled, “Even if you kept your last name, doesn’t matter,”

“Good, it shouldn’t,” you grinned. “Now I don’t know about you but I’m not as hungry as I thought and I’m exhausted too,”

“Come on then, let’s get you to bed,” he said, straining slightly as he pushed himself up off the couch and scooping you up in his arms, taking you toward the bedroom.

“I love you, Aaron,” you mumbled into his shoulder and you could feel his lips extend into a smile from where they were pressed on the side of your head.

“I love you too,”

—

“Um… and how common is this?” you asked quietly.

“More common the older you get,” the doctor nodded. “Do you have a partner? Another income or someone to help you through this?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “My husband, he’s just out of town right now and I wanted to be sure before I told him anything,” you explained.

“Of course,” he said in understanding. “I can schedule you in for another appointment in two weeks?”

You nodded your head and discussed what date would work before you left the office, gripping tightly onto your purse.

When you sat down in your car you grabbed your phone and hovered over Aaron’s number before doing what you knew you needed to and dialled it.

The phone almost rang long enough to send you to his answering machine, but right at the last second, he picked up.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said quietly. “Sorry, we were just giving the profile, is everything okay?”

“Fine,” you nodded. “I-I’m just wondering when you’re gonna be back home. Ballpark?”

“Maybe two or three days give or take I think,” he said. “We’re counting on the unsub to start devolving soon that should be our ticket to get him,”

“Okay,” you nodded.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” he asked again, his voice laced with concern.

“I’m sure,” you said, this time more convinced. “I just missed you,”

It wasn’t a lie, but it definitely wasn’t the truth either.

“Alright,” he gave in. “I miss you too, I’ll call again tonight, you can tell me what you did today,”

“So you can get bored and fall asleep?” you teased. “Not a chance you get to tell me about yours,”

“Deal,” he nodded.

“I’ll be waiting for the call,” you smiled softly to yourself. “Bye,”

“Goodbye,”

When Aaron hung up the phone he looked up and saw the Police Captain’s eyes on him,

“Sorry about that,” he apologized, coming back to the team.

“Was that (Y/N)?” Derek asked and Aaron nodded.

“She alright? She doesn’t call often when we’re on a case,” JJ noted.

“She says she’s fine,” Aaron said, but he himself didn’t sound very convinced.

“Who’s (Y/N)?” the Captain asked. “Another member of your team?”

“Kind of,” Spencer responded. “She comes and consults on some cases,”

“More importantly, that’s his wife,” Derek noted, pointing to Aaron.

“Oh if it’s the wife take all the time you need, wouldn’t want to go back home only to have to sleep on the couch,”

“It’s alright,” he assured, “We should focus though, if the unsub sticks to his timeline he’ll strike again soon,”

The team nodded and they brought their attention back to the case.

Meanwhile back on the East Coast, you sat in your home on the chair in front of Aaron’s desk.

Among the neatly ordered case files were a few decorations, a framed photo from your wedding day of just the two of you out in the gardens, and another of the whole team after you had taken an extra day after a case to unwind before coming back to work. You all had overdue vacation days anyway.

You wondered if the team knew you kept small photos of the group around your home. There was one of you, JJ, and Penelope hanging on the fridge and another that you had snapped of Derek and Aaron at a super bowl party framed next to Aaron’s track and debate team trophies from high school.

Maybe after the next appointment, an ultrasound photo would join the decorations lining the walls and his desk.

His office was your favourite place to come when he was out of town. If you missed him, that’s where you would go, the one place that made it feel like he was right there next to you. You just prayed he would make it home soon, because if you knew anything it was damn hard to keep a secret from a profiler, and this news was better delivered in person.

—

“(Y/N), I’m just really tired right now,” Aaron sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Can we talk about this in the morning?”

“No,” you shook your head. “No, it can’t wait,”

He ran a hand across his face and gave you his full attention, hoping he could keep his eyes open for what you had to say.

“Okay so um you know the extra spare room we have, a-and we never really knew what to do with it?”

“This is what couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“Aaron I think we should make it a nursery,” you blurted.

“A nursery?” he frowned. “Okay, you lost me, sweetheart,”

You pursed your lips together tightly and looked up at him, a soft shining look in your eyes.

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered. “The doctor said it’s twins,”

“P-Pregnant?” his tiredness seemed to vanish and his voice carried a careful waver. “With twins?”

You nodded your head, it wasn’t often you had the upper hand against your husband and it was interesting to see him so surprised and flustered.

“The doctor said it’s more common with women past the age of thirty-five,” you explained. “Something about some sort of hormone production, but they’re probably fraternal,”

Your hands unconsciously went to rest on your stomach and you looked up again at Aaron to see him at a complete loss for words.

“Nothing to say, that’s a first,” you joked, hoping it would prompt some sort of response from him, anything really.

“I-uh-I-...” he stopped trying to get words out and instead took in a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair, a grin breaking out across his face. “Wow,” he said simply, his voice trailing into a chuckle and happy tears pricking his eyes.

“I know,” you smiled as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, hugging you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe. “Aaron, Aaron, careful,” you laughed at his enthusiasm.

“Right, sorry!” he apologized, quickly letting you go and pulling you away so he could get a good look at you. “So it’s for sure twins?” he asked and you nodded.

“Kind of hard to screw that one up I think,”

“Oh my God, we have to baby-proof the house! A-And get cribs, two of them and strollers and-,”

“Aaron, Aaron sweetheart,” you grabbed your husband before he ran off to grab his keys.

“Yeah?”

“It’s three o’clock in the morning, and I don’t think you should trust any place that’s open this late and sells any of the things you just said,”

“Right,” he chuckled nervously.

“And we’ve got plenty of time,” you assured him.

“I guess it’s a good thing you made me cheap out on your ring,” he noted. “That’s two kids going to college at the same time,”

“Two mouths to feed, two diapers to change,” you added. “It’s going to be a lot of work,”

“We’ll make due,” he whispered, his hand coming to caress your cheek. “You’re going to make such a good mother,”

“Now how could you possibly know that?”

“Well you’ve taken care of me for over ten years,” he poked your nose. “I think that’s proof enough,”

“That’s true, Derek thinks you can’t stand upright without me,”

“And he wouldn’t be wrong,”

You wrapped your arms back around him, tucking your face into his shoulder.

“It’s late, you’re clearly tired,” he pressed careful kisses along your temple.

“And you’re not?” you asked.

“Getting there,” he nodded. “Come on, let’s get you to sleep,”

You agreed and let him lead you away to the bedroom, seemingly nothing different from your normal routine, but in reality, everything was.

—

“Mom! Dad!”

“It’s too early for this,” you groaned, rolling over to your husband’s side of the bed.

“I told you this was gonna happen,” he mumbled against his pillow.

You both thought you were going to have at least a little more time, but the door burst open and the sound of the patter of feet filled the room and you could feel the sheets shifting on the bed as both Violet and Penelope jumped onto the bed.

“Oh! Careful! Careful!” Aaron groaned, turning onto his back just as Penelope decided to plop right on top of him. “I think dad needs a new set of lungs,” he wheezed and you laughed only to have Violet come and sit on your stomach.

“Why are you girls up so early in the morning?” Aaron asked, shifting Penelope slightly so it was more comfortable for the both of them.

“Because you said it was family day today!” Violet exclaimed. “And I want pancakes,”

“But I want fruit salad,” Penelope frowned. “Daddy I can have fruit salad right?”

Aaron looked between the two girls before deciding that it was probably safer to let them both have what they wanted for once.

“We can have both,” he assured the girls and they grinned, Violet coming off your lap to press a smacking kiss to Aaron’s cheek until Penelope pushed her away in a fit of giggles so she could do the same.

“Daddy, do you promise not to go to work today?” Violet asked.

“Unless it means we can see auntie Penny and uncle Derek,” Penelope added.

“No, I want dad today,” Violet shook her head.

“I promise honey,” he nodded, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Today’s about me and my girls, right mom?” Aaron looked at you for backup and you nodded.

“Yep, and we’ve got a lot planned for you too,”

“Alright,” Aaron pushed himself up with a huff. “Well if we’ve got a busy day we’re gonna have to get started soon, up you get,”

He got himself up first before wrapping Violet in one arm and Penelope in the other.

“Oh look at you cuties,” you grinned, kissing each of your girls on the cheek and then pressing a firm kiss to your husband’s lips. Days off were scarce and you’d savour them when you could get them.

Breakfast was messy as usual, but fun, pancakes and fruit salad definitely weren’t a regular in the home, your family was more of a rushed roast, cereal, and oatmeal kind of family.

After breakfast you all got changed and ready, pushing everyone out the door and into the car so you could go to your first destination.

“Okay, where to first, princesses?” Aaron asked.

“The park!” the girls grinned and you nodded, confirming their response.

“Alrighty, park it is,” he smiled, turning on the ignition and driving off to the city park you would normally frequent together.

The minute you pulled into the parking lot, the girls were quick to unbuckle their seatbelts and run over to the park while you and Aaron were still trying to grab bags and blankets.

Your hands were pretty much full and on top of it all, Aaron decided it would be a fantastic idea to put some more weight on your shoulders and lean on you.

“Aaron stop,” you whined and you could only hear him laugh behind you, pulling you into him and pressing a kiss to your cheek before taking some of your bags.

“You know they were pretty excited to get away from us,” he noted, now walking next to you.

“They’re only four, what’s going to happen when they’re teenagers,”

“Don’t start, you’re making me feel old,”

“Making you feel old? Aaron, you’re barely past forty, lighten up. The minute your back starts hurting call me,”

He only nudged you and placed the bags and blankets down. You did the same, unfolding one of the blankets and laying it down on the grass for the two of you to sit on.

“You look nice in casual clothes,” you said, leaning back so your back was pressed against his chest, Aaron’s arms wrapped around your waist. “It’s been ages since I’ve been you in something other than a suit and tie,”

“Well,” you could sense where he was going with that one and silenced him before he could finish.

“Nuh-uh Hotchner, don’t you dare,”

“I was just gonna say,” he murmured into your ear. “My mom is going to take the girls out tomorrow, then maybe-,”

“Aaron, we're in a park! Save it for later," you giggled and slapped his arm.

The girls were playing on the teeter-totter, and just taking a moment to look out for them, see that they weren’t fighting and enjoying the day instead was enough to put your heart at ease.

You could feel Aaron looking for his phone in his pocket and as you were about to swat the device out of his hand and declare it a no-work day until you saw him lean forward slightly to snap a photo of the girls playing.

“Garcia asked me to take some pictures to show her when I get back,” he explained. “She’s been meaning to visit but there have just been so many cases,”

“I know, it’s hectic,” you nodded. “I’ll call her and tell her not to worry, maybe one day we can go for brunch or something, the girls would like that. Any time they get to spend with auntie Penny is a good time,”

“That’s because she’s more fun than both of us,” Aaron teased and you pouted but knew it was completely true. Penelope Garcia’s bright and colourful demeanour along with her fun knick-knacks were every child’s dream. Maybe that’s part of the reason why you named Penelope after her, hoping at least one of your children wouldn’t inherit the more serious genes of their parents. When there was a Hotchner in the mix you needed extra help to counteract that.

“Mom! Dad! Can you come and push us on the swings?” Violet asked while her sister was jumping off the teeter-totter in the most dangerous way possible. The little daredevil.

“Sure sweetheart, we’re coming,”

You grabbed Aaron's hand and pulled him up from the blanket, dragging him over to the swings where your girls were patiently waiting.

You took Violet while Aaron took Penelope. He had faster reflexes to grab her before she did something unsafe.

You couldn’t count how many times you had turned around for one minute and looked back to see your youngest daughter atop some fixture that she definitely shouldn’t have been on top of.

“Girls,” you said while pushing Violet and causing her to giggle each time your fingers brushed against her back. “You know your birthdays are coming up soon, have you decided what you’d like to do for that yet?”

Penelope and Violet looked at each other, having what seemed to be a telepathic discussion before nodding their heads.

“Can we go to Uncle Dave’s place?”

“He has a pool,”

“And he lives in a mansion,”

“And he gives us all the ice cream we want,”

You looked over at Aaron with a chuckle slipping past your lips, it was true Violet’s godfather did have a tendency to spoil them rotten and never favoured one over the other which you greatly appreciated.

“I’ll have to check with him and see-,” Aaron said and tried to continue but the girls were one step ahead.

“Call him!”

“Go on what are you waiting for,” you chuckled, “He’s going to yell at you for calling on your day off,”

“I know, but I’d rather he yell and me than them,” he pointed to the two girls happily swinging in their own world but attentively listening to their parents.

Aaron pulled out his phone and dialled Dave’s number, putting it up to his ear, and just as you suspected, when he picked up he was met with a firm,

“Aaron, it's your goddamned day off, go spend time with your wife and kids!”

“Dave, calm down, I'm with them right now,” Aaron said. “We were just talking to the girls and they wanted me to call you to ask if we can have their birthday party at your place,”

“Birthday party?”

“Don’t worry they’re not in school yet so they’ll probably just want their aunts and uncles there and maybe (Y/N)’s sister and her kids,”

“Yeah, can we use your pool Uncle Dave!” you joked leaning into the receiver.

“Come on (Y/N), you know I can’t say no to my favourite girls, of course, you can,”

The girls cheered and you smiled, that was one thing out of the way.

“Alright, it’s in a few weeks so we have some time to prepare-,”

“Aaron, don’t worry about it, it’s already taken care of,” he assured.

“Okay, don’t work too hard,”

“I think I should be saying that to you, now go!”

Aaron lightly rolled his eyes and hung up the phone, scooping up Penelope before she jumped off the swing with a squeal and threw her on his shoulders while Violet took the more sensible route into your arms.

The rest of the day was all perfectly planned and went without a hitch which was rare with the type of life you lead so for that you and your husband were both eternally grateful.

—

“Thank you guys for coming, I know work has been busy but this means a lot to the girls,” you said, hugging all of your close friends and getting squeezed extra tight by Penelope.

“Of course (N/N), anything for those munchkins,” Derek chuckled. “Now where are the birthday-,”

Before he could finish his sentence, Violet and Penelope came running out of the kitchen and into the living room, tackling him in a hug that looked like it could very well have knocked him off his feet if he wasn’t prepared.

“Hey! There are my princesses!” he grinned, scooping them both up in his arms while they gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek to say hello.

“Are you going to come to the pool with us?” Penelope asked.

“Auntie Penny says she can’t because it’s too cold,” Violet added.

Derek shot the elder Penelope a look and she only cowered behind you in response.

“Of course I’ll come in the pool with you cause I’m a good Uncle, right?”

“But I’m your favourite,” Dave pointed out, coming in from the backyard with Aaron.

“Actually Dave I think I’m their favourite,” Aaron poked and the girls looked between the three men before unanimously deciding,

“No mommy’s our favourite,”

Dave put a hand over his heart in feigned hurt and Aaron gave his girls a cheeky look before coming to take Violet out of Derek’s arms.

“Angel, I thought daddy was your favourite though,” he pouted.

“I still love you daddy, but mommy makes better pancakes than you,” she said, which was true, he couldn’t even deny it.

“Oh alright,” he sighed.

“Don’t be sad,” she said, her small hands holding both sides of her father’s face.

The interaction between the two was so heartwarming and a side of Aaron the team didn’t see very often, but he loved his daughters and he wasn’t going to hide that from anybody.

“I’m not, promise,” he gave her a little smile, “Kisses? Then you and Penny can go jump into the pool with Uncle Derek, yeah?”

Violet grinned and pressed a snaking kiss right in between Aaron’s eyes before he put her down and she ran off to go find her sister who had already squirmed out of Derek’s arms and gone to the poolside.

You walked up to your husband, wrapping your arms around him from behind and buried your face in his back.

“You look tired, lovebug,” Penelope noted.

“So tired,” you whined exaggeratedly and the small group of adults laughed.

Aaron unhooked your arms from around him and turned so you could lean into his chest and he could hold you up properly.

“This one’s been working nonstop this past week, when it’s not grading or profiling it’s staying with the girls and making sure they’re occupied. She’s practically a superhero,”

“You flatter me,” you mumbled against his shirt. “But-,” you pushed yourself off him, “There is one thing that never fails to give me energy,”

You took out your phone and he already knew what was coming, dragging a hand across his face.

“I took this one a few weeks ago and fighting the urge to send it to you guys over text because I wanted to see your reactions in person,”

“You’re still wearing that hat?” JJ laughed and Aaron gave her a look.

The photo was not unlike some other ones they had seen of Aaron in his classic Indiana Jones hat that he wore each time he watched the movie, only this time he was subject to having his nails painted sparkly purple by Penelope while Violet attempted to put mascara on him. Emphasis on attempted.

“I had a black spot in my eye for a week,” he said. “It’s a miracle she didn’t take out my eye altogether,”

“You know I can see it,” Penelope nodded. “He’d look good with some of my sparkly red eyeshadow, no?”

“Don’t you dare Garcia,” he warned but with the look on her face, he could tell it was already too late.

“Come on, lighten up a bit sweetheart, this is the kind of stuff that makes me smile when I’m sad or tired,” you pouted and came up to him, getting up on the tip of your toes and pressing a kiss to his lips before leaning into his ear and whispering, “Plus you’re grossly compensated for your sacrifices,”

He chuckled and shook his head at that, but he couldn’t deny it. It was quite true.

“HEY!” there was a loud call from the patio door. “This is a pool party, not a living room party!” Penelope exclaimed and the adults shared a laugh, following her out to the backyard resting on the lawn chairs and Derek jumping into the pool like he had promised while Aaron and Dave checked on the barbeque.

“I can’t believe they’re already five,” JJ shared while you watched them play in the pool with the many floaties and toys Dave had bought just for the two of them.

“Yeah, me neither,” you agreed, “Crazy how much time flies,”

“Did you ever tell them how you guys met?” Penelope asked. “Or are you saving that story for when they’re a little older,”

“No, they know,” you confirmed. “Aaron tells them that story every time he’s home to tuck them in. I made the mistake of listening in on it once,”

“Mistake?” JJ chuckled.

“Yeah, by the time he was done the girls were asleep and I was in tears,” you chewed on your lip remembering the words he had used.

“What did he say?” Penelope asked just as your eyes locked with those of your husband.

“I don’t think your mom knows this, but there wasn’t a time where I knew her and didn’t love her. And your dad made the mistake of waiting such a long time to tell her, don’t make the same mistake, if you love someone, make sure they know it,”

Just as you finished Aaron sent you a smile and mouthed a quiet I love you, making you grin and sending one right back at him.

It may have taken him a long time to admit it, to tell you, but since that late night in his office, he didn’t go a day without making sure you knew just how much he loved you.

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