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[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

Dual Correspondence

Pairing: HotchReid

Summary: Sequel to Correspondence, picking up where we left off. Spencer has moved in with Aaron and Jack, and everything is perfect. Until it’s not. But then it is again. And up and down they go, on a rollercoaster filled with every twist and turn that life can throw at them. Navigating such obstacles isn’t easy, or fair, with difficult foes and situations that test everything they are and dream to be together. But the thing about trying to be with someone you love through it all, is that sooner or later you realize the hard times don’t have to be conquered alone. 

Important Tags: established relationship, timeframe around season 8-9, self beta'd, shameless use of ‘The Five Love Languages’ as a theme, relationship problems and solutions, exploration of family dynamics, angst, fluff, sex, peril, swoon-worthy life events. (Do I have to say it? You all knew it was coming.)

CW: prominent age difference, probably some cursing let’s be honest, show-typical violence and psychopathology, sharps and guns at some point, discussions of relationships that get pretty deep and personal, talks of PTSD, mental illness (specifically Spencer’s mom), death (Haley’s) and mourning, personal boundaries (physical, emotional, and sexual), some miscommunication in places. But also mentions of marriage, adoption, families and all the shapes and sizes they come in. Finally, sexy times: explicit sexual content in certain chapters. More/specific CW/TW will be added as the story is written.

Posting Date: 04/01/2023 (updates every 1st of the month)

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[themetaphorgirl]

Okay ngl even though I’ve been to Disney about 6 times I’ve just had to YouTube the country bear Jamboree because I’ve either never been on it or blocked the entire memory from existence because that was creepy. But for the psolc kids -

Alex: She’s kinda fascinated by the animatronics and how they work, thinks it’s funny about the kids annoying Hotch but tells them off when they can see it’s really getting on his nerves.

James: Hes not bothered by the entire thing. He understands why people hate it but he’ll just sit there and look at his phone when he ends up getting bored.

Dave: It kinda reminds him of Five Nights at Freddie’s which gives him the creeps and if they all ask to go back on he’ll wait outside with the bags or will find the nearest Starbucks to chill in

Hotch: I get the feeling that everyone will assume he’ll like it because of the country music and him giving off that vibe but he defo thinks it’s creepy and will refuse to go back on that no matter how much he’s asked.

Emily: Em realised Hotch hates it and therefore decides this is her absolute favourite attraction at the park just because it annoys Hotch so much. She would buy him a little plush of one of the bears (if they actually sell that) and hide it in his room constantly.

Derek: he’s also realised Hotchs hatred of the entire thing and will sing the songs out of key while walking next to Hotch just to annoy him. But he doesn’t actually enjoy it it’s more about him enjoying being the annoying younger brother.

JJ: She also gives me the vibe that she likes this type of music and secretly enjoys the show but would never actually admit to liking it.

Penelope: She is definitely vibing with this, it may be a bit weird but the music is catchy and she will definitely spend the rest of the day singing it out loud until the others agree to go back on.

Spencer: I think Spencer would find the animatronics a little creepy and would spend the whole time with his face buried into either Hotchs or Alex’s side so he doesn’t have to look at them. But he doesn’t mind the music.

okay but THESE ARE SUCH PERFECT TAKES

I feel like James will absentmindedly sing along and then looks up and Hotch is like 😑😑😑 and he’s like “oh no”

Spencer is probably intrigued by the animatronics and the design of the attraction and the history behind it, but also he sees Liverlips McGraw and he’s like NO NO NO NO

(also I still really want to write a whole thing where the kids go to Disney for spring break)

[theblackberrygirl]

What’s everyone’s clothing styles like in Adventures of a Little Mountain Bookshop??? :)

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Alrighty here we goooooo!! If I could do mood boards I would but I CAN’T so you guys just get words. (If anyone out there is good at mood boards... it would be very much appreciated...)

Hotch: he dresses in solid color button ups, no tie normally, and dress pants. So basically just off-duty canon Hotch haha

Garcia: SO MANY COLORS. The others have joked about getting her a “epilepsy trigger warning” sign because she is SO BRIGHT. Even her hair! She has rainbow highlights in and they look AMAZING.

Elle: pretty much just always t-shirts and jeans, with a long sleeved shirt under it if it’s chilly out. Her girlfriend (yes I’m giving elle a girlfriend in this story because YES) really likes to play with her hair though, and so sometimes she’ll come in with this VERY elaborate braided hairdo, complete with ribbons and flowers. Penelope says she looks like a princess.

Tara: y’know I can see Tara being a sweaters and jeans/leggings kind of person. Especially because this story will mainly take place in the fall and winter.

Kate: she wears a lot of cute skirts with sweaters. She’ll steal Tara’s after they start dating even though they are wayyyyyy too big for her. Because Tara’s so much taller than her, they’re almost like a dress. She loves them though. (I’m doing a kate/Tara romance because why the hell not)

Rossi: the exact same as in the show. Nothing has changed. Same with Gideon.

Morgan: cargo pants and v-necks. He also wears a lot of hoodies (that Garcia steals). Sometimes she’ll bedazzle the hoodies and make Morgan wear them (he pretends to be annoyed. He’s not.)

JJ: LIVES in messy buns and leggings. Also sweaters. So many sweaters...

James: honestly I can see James being a dark academia guy. Lots of dark cardigans over collared shirts.

Emily: MY LITTLE GOTH BABY. She wears black skinny jeans, often with rips, black t-shirts, black cardigans (pretty much everyone wears cardigans or sweaters in this because I’m ✨projecting✨). She has the underside of her hair dyed a bright colbalt blue. She’s got a collection of Doc Martens, but these are her favorites. (Honestly I love those shoes)

Alex: She too wears cardigans, but they’re lighter than the ones James wears. More happy. She also wears a lot of really cute skirts, and in the summer she wears sundresses. Actually since it’s only September she might still be wearing some sundressses. She also wears high-tops. Honestly though I have so many cardigans and sweaters that I could probably recreate some of these outfits like I did for Patron Saint of Lost Causes if you wanted.

Spencer: before he met Alex, it was shirts and pants 3 sizes too big for him, shoes being held together by duct tape, a threadbare backpack on the verge of falling apart. Then he met Alex, she thought, “oh my sweet disaster child,” and got him a bunch of new stuff. Wait that could be a drabble... Anyways now he wears crisp button ups with trousers and cardigans (YES I KNOW IM OBSESSED WITH CARDIGANS), as well as some sweater vests and a few pairs of new converse. With a bit of digging (and some help from Garcia), she was able to find a pair of purple ones. Those are his favorite.

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[aragarna]

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[sasarahsunshine]

Alpha Hotch courting Omega Reid by bringing an extra go-bag filled with packed dinners, a thermos of good coffee, and an Omega-brand spare blanket. He purposefully leaves it alongside Reid’s bag so Reid grabs it when they all go to their motel rooms (whether he’s roomed with Reid or not).

Reid, late on their first night of the new case, accidentally opens the extra bag instead of his own, and is confused as to who it must belong to.

He’s so tired, he doesn’t put much more thought into it once he pulls out the blanket and smells Hotch on it, an unconscious purr escaping him as he bundles up with it on the bed, falling asleep in seconds surrounded by the safe scent of comfort and warmth.

In the morning, he’s a little mortified, thinking he must have accidentally taken Hotch’s bag and slept with Hotch’s spare blanket—but then he sees the letter in Hotch’s handwriting:

“I know I’m not the best cook, but I hope this is better than what you find in the vending machine. Sleep well. -Aaron”

Then he registers the food and the coffee, warming it all up in the motel rooms microwave (once he snaps himself out of his daze).

It’s delicious. He’s purring again, wrapped up in the blanket and eating food an Alpha made for him. Not just any Alpha, Hotch. Aaron. Aaron is taking care of him. Providing for him. Courting him.

He notices how Aaron glances at him when they meet up at the station, a small smile on the Alpha’s face when he notes that Spencer looks well rested and fed—and that he’s still carrying the thermos with whatever coffee is left.

They don’t say anything to each other about it yet, they’re at work, but Spencer knows that it’s only a matter of time before Aaron approaches him and asks properly to begin courting.

He’s sure he’ll say yes.

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[hotchgan]

LUKE ALVEZ, SPENCER REID, JENNIFER JAREAU, AND EMILY PRENTISS LOCKSCREENS

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[libraryofloveletters]

Golden Boxes

Luke Alvez x Reader 

Warnings: None I think 

Category: Fluff 

Word Count: 1.8k

Author’s Note: this is dedicated to the Luke to my Matt @luke-alvez 🥰 not sure if it's still your birthday where you are but this is my gift to you :) <3

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The house was filled with boxes and bubble wrap. The plan was to be unpacked for your birthday but it seems things didn't go as planned. Luke had returned form case later than expected and there was the huge storm that seemed to last for days. A week later and all the boxes had arrived and were being unpacked. 

Luke’s footsteps echoed through the house as he jogged down the stairs, “baby, have you seen the hammer anywhere ? I need it but I can’t find it” he leaned against the doorway of the kitchen, your back was turned to him as you unpacked the dishes. 

“Check the living room” you mumble, turning your attention to the cupboard. Luke shouted from the other room that he found it and ran back up the stairs. The door slammed upstairs, making you shake your head. 

“Yeah! Break it before we unpack!” you yell, you can hear Luke’s boisterous laugh from upstairs, he shouted back a sorry. 

Your morning was spent in the kitchen because if you couldn’t unpack everything, at least you could have clean dishes to eat from and you know what they say, the way to someone’s heart is through their stomach. It was around lunch that Roxy brushed up against your leg, “hey girl, where’s dad?” your fingers run through her fur as you put some pots in the bottom cupboard. On cue, Luke comes down, “hey, I'm gonna run to the store. We’re out of screws” 

“What do you need screws for ?”

“Uh, the bed, I might have cross threaded the other ones” he gave you a tight lipped smile, you chuckled. “Okay, pick up some of the tacks to hang the frames too” Luke comes over and kisses the top of your head before leaving the house. 

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A few hours later, he returned to the house with more bags than screws could be in. “Uh, did you buy out the store? And what took so long?” Luke was already halfway up the stairs when you got to the bottom of the staircase. “No. No,” he laughs and totally ignores your question, returning with the tacks to hang the frames in hand. “Do you need help hanging the frames?” he asks and you shake your head. 

“I’ll be upstairs then” and once again, Luke headed up the stairs and back into the room. Half of you wanted to go up and see what he was doing but the other half was much too lazy to walk up the stairs just to check on the man you saw less than 10 seconds ago. You made your way to the living room, Roxy trailing behind you as you sat on the floor and started opening the boxes. The amount of pictures, framed or in albums that you two had was unnecessary. For two people and a dog, it didn’t make sense that at least 4 large boxes had photo albums and pictures frames. Nonetheless, you begin hanging up the frames, rearranging and changing positions until you were pleased with the order. The fireplace was bare, the mantle covered in dust, you couldn't have it. Wiping the dust away, you tumbled through the boxes for pictures that deserved to be front and centre 

The first one on the mantle was from your 4th date and the first picture the two of you had together. Luke had invited you to a party that the BAU was having at Rossi’s place and Penelope had taken a picture of the two of you cuddled up next to each other outside. The second one was from your wedding, a picture of your first dance. It felt like only yesterday that you met Luke. It was hard to believe that you were married and had bought a house together. The third one was on you, Luke and Roxy. It was just some random picture that you had taken one morning. The two of you were in bed and you had your phone in your hand when Roxy jumped up onto the bed and amid the confusion, you accidentally took the picture. Neither of you are looking at the camera but you're both laughing. 

The sound of something falling pulled your attention away from the photos. “Luke?! You okay ?!” you shout from downstairs, he doesn’t answer so you head up, making your way to the bedroom. 

“Love, are you alright?” as soon as your hand reaches for the knob, Luke sticks his head out. “yeah, I'm okay” he smiles, “do you need some help ? I've had enough of downstairs” chuckling, you go to push the door open. 

“Oh it’s fine, there’s something propped against the door. I’ll finish up there and come down and help you” Luke shuts the door before you could protest. 

“Oh uh okay” mumbling, you head back down the stairs. The banging and thudding did not stop for the next 3 hours. Surely, it couldn't take that long to put together a bed. When it finally stops, he comes down as you had moved on from the living room to the pantry. “Y/n? where are you?!” he called, his footsteps sounding closer with each step. You had headphones in because of all of the noise he was making upstairs and when Luke’s hand rested on your waist, his touch startled you. Your hand coming up and gripping to your chest, Luke held back a laugh. The stupid smile on his face was enough to earn him a small whack to the side. 

“Don’t do that!” you shout,

“Sorry,” he chuckled, “I thought you heard me calling” 

“Well did I answer ?” you ask him, he shook his head as he watched you from the doorway. 

“Anyways, I'm running out to pick up a pizza. Unless you want something else?” 

“I’m fine, pizza is good” you smile, Luke leans in and gives you a kiss before walking towards the door. He stops halfway and looks back at you. “The room is still in a mess so don’t go up” he tells you, you nod and mumble okay. 

You didn't think anything of it. 

It’s not like you were in a rush for the bedroom to be done but it would be nice. The more you thought about it, the more you realized something seemed off. Luke had been upstairs all day and the bed still wasn’t put together? 

Walking up the stairs, the sound of your steps echoed through the almost empty house. You stopped in front of the door, half of you wanted to go in and see what was happening and the other half was shouting no in big red flashing lights. There had to be a reason as to why Luke asked you not to go in, he wouldn’t say that for no reason. Which only made you wonder even more. Stepping towards the door, your hand was just about to touch the knob when Luke shouts for you, once again, starling you. 

“What were you doing upstairs ?” he was at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at you as you made your way down. 

“Looking for the box with the kitchen towels” 

“Did you find it ?” 

“Must be in the kitchen, I think I saw it earlier” you give him a small smile, feeling kind of bad for lying to him. The half eaten box of pizza was discarded on the floor beside you and Luke, his arm around your shoulder as your head rests on his. 

“I have something for you. Let me go get it” untangling himself from you, Luke gets up. Your brows furrow, watching your husband jog up the stairs. “Babe?! Can you come up here?” you follow the sound of his voice up the stairs and into the room. You stop in your tracks when you step into the room. Not only had put the room together but he had also fixed your vanity. The movers didn't wrap it properly and it got damaged, it was the first time you had bought yourself when you moved out on your own so you had wanted to keep it. 

“You fixed it” you smiled at him, your hand running around the top of it. “Is that what you were doing all day ?” 

“Mhm hm, you looked so sad when it arrived. I couldn't leave it like that” Luke pulls you into his side, his arm around your shoulder once again. He kisses the top of your head, “I take it that you’re happy ?” he asks, turning towards you. “Of course” flashing him a smile which turns into a loud squeal when Luke picks you up, he drops you on the bed and then lays beside you. 

“You know I love you right ?” rolling onto your side, your hand cupping his cheek. Luke kisses the palm of your hand, “I know. you know I love you right ?” he smiles which makes you smile too. “That’s not the real gift though” Luke sits up, he pulls out a little box from the bedside table. 

“This is for you” he hands it to you. Unwrapping the ribbon, you pull the lid off the box. A gold charm bracelet sat in the box, there were a few charms evenly spaced from each other. The first charm was a little paw print which was for Roxy of course. The second being the palm tree because the two of you went to the tropics for your honeymoon. The third was a tiny hockey stick, seeing that you loved hockey. There were a few more that reminded you of your trips and your time together. 

“Oh Luke,” you breathed, he gently picked up the bracelet and placed it on your wrist, attaching the hook and turning it the right way. “Do you like it?” he asks, his hand still holding yours. “It’s gorgeous Luke, thank you” you smile. His phone buzzes, he picks it up. 

“Do you have to go ?” you ask him, hoping that it wasn't Emily telling him that they had a case. Luke shook his head and showed you his phone instead. the clock had just changed to 12, the beginning of a new day, your birthday.

Luke’s hands cupped your face as he leaned in, his lips inched away from yours, “happy birthday mi amor” he pressed his lips to yours. You know he could feel your smile through the kiss, “thank you” you mumbled, as your arms wrapped around him and pulled him back into bed with you. 

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[penelopemylove]

kate callahan lockscreens

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[hotchley]

balls fair in love and war

So... this is the fic inspired by the AU in this post. Umm... it's a shambles, I low-key hate parts of it, the ending is rushed, but we're going with it before my laptop dies </3

Ignore any and all medical inaccuracies. I did a bit of research, but a lot of it confused me, so... this is not an accurate representation of a concussion. Like seriously. Also ignore any ethical issues, they're just... it's fine. As usual no proofreading. Umm.... don't ask where Rossi is. I don't know.

Taglist (I guess? I don't actually have one, it's just for this lol): @eldrai @willlemonheadsupremacy @shmaptainhotchnersmain @sarcvstiel @unionjackpillow @katytheinspiredworkaholic (you said you would read it so... is that okay?)

A very big and grateful thank you to @aaron-hotchner187 for giving me a title!! And to everyone else that gave suggestions, you are also much loved <3

Also, the way Hotch acts as a teacher is inspired by the way I think @ellyhotchner will be when they become a teacher <3 and everyone go and tell @whump-town thank you because she: told me about penlights, gave me the easy tiger line and is just overall a good person.

Trigger Warnings: concussions, fear of brain hemorrhages, hospitals, self-blame

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Like most things that went wrong in Aaron Hotchner’s life, his current predicament could be blamed on Emily Prentiss. He would not hear otherwise. And he didn’t think he should be forced to hear otherwise, given he was the one sitting on a hospital bed in a thin gown that did nothing to keep him warm, whilst she got to sit outside with a cup of coffee.

She had, admittedly, looked absolutely horrified when the accident occured, and had spent the whole journey to the hospital apologising again and again. He’s pretty sure she offered up her first-born child to him at some point as a form of penance. As well as her apartment. And he definitely remembers hearing something about grading his papers for him.

So whilst he may not want to be anywhere near her offspring- especially if they’re like her- and whilst he may definitely not want her apartment- he doesn’t care what she says, it is haunted- he will be taking her up on that last offer. Did he feel suitably appeased by her squirming the whole time, and by the fact that she was the one that had to explain to the principal why there were two classes screaming, crying and a teacher on the floor?

Yes, but there was no harm in milking it.

If he’s being completely honest, he felt like he was taking advantage of a hospital bed. He was sure he was fine. Yes, it hurts to move his head and he feels dizzy, and he probably has all the symptoms of a minor concussion, but he just really doesn’t want to be in the hospital.

Besides, he needs to make sure the kids aren't traumatised. It can’t have been easy for them, watching him just fall to the ground and hit his head hard enough for there to be blood. Emily could be traumatised, he didn’t care. But their students? Absolutely not.

He sighs. He wants to hand in his resignation now. Going back is going to be so embarrassing.

“I don’t think you understand. He is my best friend, and if he doesn’t get this blanket, he will- Spencer, what will he do if he doesn’t get this blanket?” A voice says from outside.

Aaron closes his eyes. He wants the ground to swallow him up. Forget returning to school, the next few minutes of his life are going to be even more embarrassing than the time Emily tricked him into being part of the Christmas pantomime. Haley hadn’t been offended, thank goodness, but still. It took him three months to be able to meet her eyes.

“He’ll- he’ll- I can’t even say it, it’s just so upsetting,” Spencer lies.

“Ma’am, sir, if you would let me speak for two seconds. Miss Prentiss said that some of her colleagues would be coming with Mr Hotchner’s things. All I am asking for is proof of identity,” the floor receptionist says.

The apologies immediately start to pour from the mouth of Penelope Garcia, whilst Spencer Reid just takes out both their driver's licences. The receptionist clearly approves, because before Aaron knows what’s happening, he’s being embraced by someone who smells like roses, and his favourite blanket is being draped over him.

“Oh my goodness, you don’t know how grateful I am that you’re alive,” Penelope says.

Aaron gives her a slight smile. Penelope is one of his favourite people, despite all their differences. And he likes to think he’s one of her favourites. He wouldn’t be thinking wrong.

“Penelope, I’m fine. Seriously. This is just a precaution. I promise it isn’t that bad,” he says, even though the light is starting to hurt his eyes.

“Isn’t that bad? I saw you and Emily taking your classes outside, which was weird to begin with because you both have classes that don’t require being outside, what were you doing? And then, I’m watching because the class can be trusted to sketch without my guidance and I’m curious. But then I turn my back for three seconds to help someone, and everyone is screaming, and you’re on the floor, and there’s blood everywhere and- it was scary!” she says.

“I’m so sorry,” Aaron says, for lack of anything else to say.

“I don’t want you to be sorry! I want you to stop getting hurt!” Penelope exclaims, whacking him in the shoulder.

“I don’t want you to be sorry either. It was hilarious to watch, my students were in hysterics,” Spencer adds. Penelope glares.

Aaron isn’t surprised. Him and Spencer get on- they even have shared interests- but they also have some of the same classes. And as a result of the different subjects and ways they teach, it seems to them that it is impossible for their students to like them both.

“So, not that I don’t appreciate it, but why are you here?” He asks.

Spencer and Penelope glance at each other, and Hotch feels like he’s dealing with two students that have tried to set up two of his friends.

“Garcia. Reid,” he says. In the same tone he uses when dealing with two students that have tried to set up two of his friends.

“We thought that if we came, JJ wouldn’t, but uhh-” Spencer starts.

JJ bursts into the room before he can finish. “”Hotch! What happened? I mean, I’ve heard what happened because Strauss came and told me the basics, but still. Why were the two of you in the playground? Are you okay? Let me see that bump on your head. I also brought your lunch in case you were peckish.”

“Well basically-”

“Why does Emily look like she’s about to start crying?” Haley asks, entering.

Everyone but JJ turns and stares at her with a slight look of horror. Aaron slides down the bed slightly, hoping the blanket can cover the furious blush that he just knows stains his cheeks. Him and Haley went on a date once, after he asked her in a moment of impulsivity. It was the worst thing he’d ever done, for both of them.

“Oh come on guys, we’re professionals. JJ asked me to come because apparently, Aaron listens to me? I said he’s just too afraid of me to disobey. Which, I meant as a joke, but you do know that I don’t hate you right? Sure, the date was a disaster, but you do know we can still be friends?”

“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me,” he confesses.

“That’s why I brought her with me. To prove you wrong,” JJ says. “But yes, why is Emily so upset?”

“Because I almost killed my best friend and traumatised our students and I’ve ruined his life and our careers and he can get me fired and press charges, but all I wanted to do was make him laugh, and this is the first place where I’ve felt appreciated, and I’m going to lose it all,” Emily sobs from outside.

“Can you bring her in?” He asks Penelope.

She obliges, and Hotch pats the area next to him. Emily sits beside him, wiping her eyes on the corner of the extra blanket they brought.

“You didn’t almost kill me, it’s a mild concussion at most. Our students have seen worse, and they will be fine. My life is not ruined because you will be doing my grading. I’m not going to get you fired or press charges, and you’re not about to lose any of this. Okay?”

“You always know what to say,” she says.

He ruffles her hair.

“Love you. Platonically,” he tells her.

She gives him a bright smile, and he can feel himself smiling back, less embarrassed about everything.

And then she starts laughing hysterically, and deliberately shoves him, causing him to almost fall out of the bed, only stopped by Haley and Dave each grabbing one of his arms and pushing him back up. Of course, Emily just looks at him like she hasn’t done anything wrong.

“I cannot believe you fell for that. As if I would ever be that upset. Honestly. Haley, maybe I should replace you as drama teacher!”

Haley raises an eyebrow. “Ah yes, because the last time you got others involved in theatre, it ended so well.”

Emily has nothing to say.

Aaron does. He turns and swears in French.

“Naughty boy. Don’t let anyone else hear you. Especially not my class, I told them what that meant after you said it when I stole your stapler and then told you I’d given it to Miss Brooks.”

He pales.

“Speaking of your classes, how did this happen?” Haley asks, clearly sensing the need for a change in topic.

Emily looks at Aaron.

“It was your fault!” he says.

“Well it was your idea!” she counters.

He sighs. “So what happened was…”

Hotch and Emily’s classrooms are next to each other. To Hotch, this is both a blessing and a curse. It means he could keep an eye on her. It also means he had to keep an eye on her. See, Emily isn't irresponsible, and she would never actually endanger her students, but sometimes, she leans towards danger.

How, when she teaches modern languages, is beyond Hotch, but regardless. Strauss had actually hired Emily, not just for her abilities, but because she believed someone needed to keep an eye on Hotch. How the times have changed.

Hotch is on break duty, and he can't see anyone from his class. Which is weird. He tries to keep their lives as stress-free as possible, and he was always willing to help anyone that needs it, but certain assessments could not be avoided. But still, he expects to see at least one of them outside, if only to get a few minutes of fresh air.

Emily smiles at him sympathetically before she walks into her classroom. It is like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over him. Sympathy from Emily isn't comforting. Not when it was aimed at him. If anything, it just makes him more scared. The last time she had looked at him like that, he had explained how his date with Haley had gone from one disaster to another.

And then she laughed.

So he pushes the door open, stepping back in case something fell on him. It wouldn't have been the first time. But nothing does. So he steps into his classroom, expecting to see his eleventh grade literature class doing something suspicious.

They aren't, and suddenly he understands exactly why Emily had looked at him like that.

Because his class has never looked so upset or defeated. And his heart breaks for all of them. It has been a while since he was fifteen, but he wouldn't ever forget the feeling of helplessness that seemed to define his existence. Nor would he forget how everything felt like too much and not enough.

"What happened?" He asks them gently.

Violet, a quiet girl that always tells him what Miss Prentiss had said about him, burst into tears. One of her friends patted her back, but it's clear they didn't quite know what they were doing. Neither does Hotch, but goddammit, these are his kids. Nobody is going to hurt them.

"Hey, it's okay. Do you want to go somewhere else?" He asks her.

She shakes her head. "I just- I want all of this to be over, but then I don't because it means going to college and leaving here and having to grow up, but I just- I have no fucking idea what I'm doing and it's all too much."

He winces at the use of swear words, because he is still a teacher, but that also means he feels a sense of pride that she's able to voice what it is. Because now, he may not be able to fix the situation, but he can help.

"I know. That's okay. That's normal. And you'll work it out. You know, I almost became a lawyer."

She looks up, her eyes red, but starting to sparkle again. "A lawyer."

"Yep, I almost also applied to the FBI Academy. It was actually Miss Prentiss that talked me out of that one. Well, it wasn't really talking but the true story is a little too… inappropriate for school."

"I can't imagine you doing either of those. You'd get bored as a lawyer, and you would never smile as an FBI agent," Clarissa says.

Hotch blinks.

She shrugs like it's the most obvious thing in the world. And then she offers him a piece of candyfloss, which he rejects.

He checks his lesson plan. And then his planner. And then the calendar he keeps on his table. Emily always makes fun of him for being so organised, but Spencer admires it, and that makes him feel cool, so he focuses on that instead.

"I have a compromise. We don't need to do a lesson today, we have more than enough time to cover everything because we're already ahead. I let you do whatever you want for the remainder of the lesson- whether that's colouring or crying or dancing. But you have to do it outside. I didn't see any of you at break."

"Really?" Violet asks.

He nods. "Of course."

Everyone cheers, and grabs their bags, clearly ready to not use their brains for a bit. Aaron gives them the most warm smile he can manage, but he can't help the small surge of guilt that accompanies his lack of realisation.

As his class exits, happily chattering away to each other, Emily pokes her head out the door.

"Mr Hotch, what are you doing, and can I join?"

Immediately, all eyes are on him.

"Please?" Violet asks.

Clarissa pulls out the puppy eyes.

Thomas falls to his knees.

"Oh my god, yes fine, okay, just- everyone be quiet before Strauss finds out and shouts at me," he says.

Emily runs back inside, and soon, they're all just milling about and having fun on the playground. It's nice, both for the students, and the teachers, to have a bit of a break from the world, and to spend a few moments away from it all. Some of them are running around, playing a game of tag, some of them are simply sitting around, and a few are colouring.

"Do you still like playing catch?" Emily asks him.

"What?"

"Catch. Remember, you used to play it with Sean all the time when we were in college."

"I mean yeah, I would probably get involved, but I'm not quite sure-"

"Think fast!" She shouts, and she lobs a netball at him.

The last thing he thinks, moments before his head meets the ground with a large amount of force- enough for there to be a small amount of blood- is: how is it always her? Every single time he gets into a situation, it's her that causes it. That has to be statistically impossible. Maybe he should ask Spencer…

"So yeah! And now I'm here!" He shoves Emily, who has the audacity to look offended.

Penelope kisses his forehead. Haley laughs a little, but Reid just blinks like he can't quite believe how stupid his co-workers are.

"Well. From what I've heard, it was a pretty good shot," JJ comments.

Haley turns to her. "From everything we've just been told, that's what you choose to pick out?"

"I'm a gym teacher, can you really blame me?"

Emily mutters something.

"You were what?" Garcia asks.

"I was aiming for his leg," she repeats.

"Emily. I know you teach languages, not biology, but look at me. Head," Hotch says, pointing at the bump he's not going to cover up, "Leg." He points at his ankle.

"It's always lovely when people know their anatomy. Saves me a lot of time," a new voice says.

Hotch turns in the direction of it, ready to make a snarky comment, but whatever words he had thought of die on his lips as he suddenly feels like he's been transported into a medical drama full of unrealistically attractive protagonists.

Because the doctor who has just walked in is the most handsome man he has ever seen. His smile is easy and genuine, and his eyes seem to twinkle with mischief. And his arms, oh god his arms seem like the safest place to exist. Aaron can't help but wonder what it would be like to have those arms wrapped around him-

His cheeks warm. No.

"Hi, I'm Dr Morgan. But you can all call me Derek. I'm here for Aaron Hotchner. Who I am going to assume, is you," he says, looking straight at Hotch.

"I- yes. How did you know?"

Dr Morgan- Derek- somehow smiles even more. "Well, even though there are far too many people in here- did all of you somehow miss the two people at one time sign- you are the only one in a hospital bed wearing a hospital gown, so. I'm no profiler, but it was pretty easy."

If it's even possible, his cheeks flush more. But one word sticks out to him. "Wait, profiler?"

"You got me. Crime procedurals are my guilty pleasure. I always said that if I joined the FBI, I would become a profiler. Obviously, I went down a very different route."

"Obviously. Wait, too many people? Oh god, I'm so, so sorry, if you need them to leave, they can. In fact, I also feel a lot better, so if you would like me to also go, I really, it's no trouble."

Because he is an idiot- there really is no other justification for this- he tries to stand up. And he does. He also gets a few steps in before the world starts spinning and he almost loses his balance. Derek somehow moves fast enough to guide him back to the bed. Aaron tries and fails to ignore how warm he is.

"Thanks," he whispers, slightly breathless. And not just from almost hurting himself again.

"It's not a problem Aaron. Both things. Your friends can stay, we're just doing some simple checks," Derek says.

"Oh everyone calls him Hotch," Penelope says.

"Aaron is fine. Really." Because he likes Derek calling him Aaron. He wants Derek to call him Aaron.

And then he meets Emily's eyes and he realises his mistake. There's a common denominator that exists with everyone that he tells to call him Aaron, and he knows that she knows what it is. He's fucked.

"Okay then. Well, can you explain to me what happened?"

Aaron is mesmerised by Derek's eyes. So mesmerised that he forgets to answer. "Sorry, what?"

There's a flash of concern, replaced by a smile. "Can you tell me how you ended up here?"

"Oh yes. So, I'm a teacher- so is everyone here. And I- I was outside, with my- my students when Emily- that one there- she, look, it's a really mild concussion, can I just be discharged? I'm sure my students are very, uhh, very scared," he stutters. Why can he never function when he likes someone? It's mortifying.

"I'm sure it is, but you can't blame me for doing my job. I'm going to take your heart rate now, okay? The stethoscope will be cold, but it'll warm up eventually," Derek says.

Aaron nods, and barely flinches when it touches him. If anything, he's more concerned by how close Derek seems to be. Not in a malicious way, but he's always had this deeply irrational fear that if someone got too close to him, they'd be able to read his thoughts. Which would mean Derek can hear both the fact that he has a crush and that he has this fear.

Derek pulls away, and Aaron exhales.

"Your heart rate is unusually fast. Normally that wouldn't be too concerning, because we expect that when patients seem anxious, but you've seemed pretty calm, up till this moment," Derek says, noting how Aaron tenses.

"Is he going to be okay?" Penelope asks.

Derek turns to her. "Of course he is. He's in good hands."

Aaron needs to get his mind out the gutter before his cheeks explode. Or before Emily opens her mouth.

"Aaron, I know you think the concussion is mild, but this is still a requirement. I'm going to turn on this penlight, and I'm going to ask you to follow it with your eyes okay? Follow the light," Derek explains.

He nods, and Derek turns the penlight on. Aaron flinches at the brightness of it, then tenses in slight fear that his lovely doctor is going to be annoyed at him or call him difficult, or sigh and say he needs to stop acting like a child. It wouldn't be the first time,

But Derek doesn't do any of those things. He does something very different.

He places his hand on Aaron's thigh. "Easy tiger. I won't hurt you," he says.

Aaron melts. His eyes drop down to where Derek's hand is warming his skin. He thinks Derek says his name, but he's too busy having a crush to hear him. And then suddenly, his thigh is cold, but Derek is touching his shoulder and he should be shying away from the light being shone in his eyes. But he isn't because he's too busy looking at Derek and his beautiful eyes to even pay attention.

Rather late, he remembers that there is a reason for Derek to be looking at him the way he is, and he tries to follow the light. But the headache he's had since he came around is only getting worse, and the light isn't helping.

Derek isn't smiling anymore.

"Aaron. Be very honest with me. You've displayed difficulty with coordination, memory and speech. If I asked you whether or not you felt sick or nauseous, what would your answer be?"

Normally, he would just under exaggerate, but Derek seems to genuinely care. So he chooses to be honest.

"Yes?"

Derek's eyes widen. "Aaron, I don't want to alarm you, but I like to keep my patients informed. You're going to have a CT scan done immediately, and there's a chance you may be rushed into emergency surgery."

Everyone, including Emily, starts to panic, but Derek leaves the room to grab a nurse to help, and to tell someone else to make sure there's a clear room. Aaron isn't completely sure what's happening, but his head is killing him, so he lays down again. It only helps a small amount.

For Aaron, the CT scan isn't too bad. If he knew the reason it was being done, and that it wasn't a routine procedure, he would probably have spent the whole time panicking. But he doesn't, and so he sits there- well lies there- with a slight smile on his face. The migraine he's had has been getting worse, so keeping his eyes closed for such an extended period of time is actually quite enjoyable.

It is far less enjoyable for everyone that is upstairs, waiting to find out whether or not their friend has a brain hemorrhage. That's what Derek told them after Aaron was carted away, still seeming very out of it. They needed to test him for a brain bleed. And if he had one, then it would just be a case of waiting to see whether they could treat him. And even if they could treat him, it wasn't guaranteed that he would get back to normal.

Emily, in spite of all of her teasing comments, isn't coping. Because it's still early, the floor is relatively quiet, and Derek is technically on his lunch break, so he's sitting with them in an attempt to provide them with some sort of comfort. He's not sure where this emotional attachment to these random people has come from, but it's formed itself and now he's determined to provide some comfort.

"I really was aiming for his leg," Emily whispers.

"Hmm?" Derek asks, not quite following.

"When I threw the ball, I really was aiming for his leg. He had lost consciousness by this point, but I started crying when he hit the ground. He forgave me. He told me he loved me, platonically that is, and I laughed at him. He's going to die, and he isn't going to know how much he meant to me."

"He's not going to die. He may not even have a brain bleed. But if he does, we're going to save him, and you're going to be able to spend the rest of your life telling him how much he means to you. I promise," Derek says.

Even though there are tears in her eyes, Emily turns to him and smiles. "You're a good man, Dr Morgan."

"That's all I've ever wanted, Miss Prentiss. So thank you. It means a lot to me." And it does. He replays the moment as he goes over to Spencer and Penelope, who he feels a strange sense of protection over. Like he needs to protect them from everything, which is weird, because once Aaron is discharged, he'll probably never see them again.

That shouldn't make him sad, but it does.

"Mr Hotchner's CT scan came back normal. There's no sign of a brain bleed," the nurse tells them, what feels like a lifetime later.

There's a collective sigh of relief, and when he's wheeled back in, looking tired but alive, Emily throws her arms around her best friend, who lets out a soft sound of surprise. Like he's not quite used to the fact that people love him. Derek smiles. His patient will be in good hands when he gets discharged.

"Wait, so what caused all of those problems?" Spencer asks.

The nurse shrugs. "It's probably as simple as: his concussion was more severe than we initially thought, but not as bad as we feared."

"Oh."

"And on that note, Aaron, we're keeping you overnight for observation. It's just to be safe. We can't be too careful. You gave everyone a very big scare when you got sent out," Derek says.

Aaron cannot, and will not, confess. Does he feel guilty? Yes. But he can live with the guilt. He cannot live with the all-encompassing shame that will come with explaining that actually, the reason he was stuttering and failing the penlight test was because of a silly little crush.

"Okay," he says, determined to be as compliant as possible.

"One- and only one- of you is welcome to stay with him, if you'd like," Derek adds.

Haley's eyes light up. "I'll do it! Jessica can bring me my things, and maybe you'll be able to look at me after we've spent another night together. Only this time, nobody's getting pneumonia. I hope so, at least. You're not cold are you?"

Aaron shakes his head. "But you really don't need to stay. I'll be fine on my own. Seriously."

"I know, but I want to. Believe it or not, I do actually enjoy your company."

He smiles.

"We should all be getting a move on. Jason and Erin will want updates, and I have lots of marking," JJ says. She kisses Hotch on the forehead before walking to the door, smiling at Derek for looking after her friend so well.

Spencer waves from where he's standing and Penelope showers him with affection. Emily is the only one that seems hesitant to leave.

"Can I stay till visiting hours end?" She asks.

"Do you feel like you can keep up with these two lovely ladies Aaron?" Derek asks.

Aaron has never enjoyed the sound of his name as much as he does when it comes from the doctor. "I- sure," he stutters, and he just knows his cheeks are a stupid colour. Emily frowns, as though she finds something suspicious.

Derek smiles. "Good man. I'll be back in a few hours to run the same tests as before. For now, take it easy."

Derek doesn't come back a few hours later, because he has other patients. It's a different doctor, and Aaron is both relieved and disappointed. Because on the one hand, he's not going to create another medical crisis, on the other, he wants to see Derek again.

Maybe he can get Emily to knock him out again…

"Your heart rate seems completely normal. And you followed the penlight exceptionally well, so I believe we have nothing to fear. Of course, you'll stay overnight, and we'll run these tests once more before you're discharged tomorrow, but I think we're out of the woods now," they say.

Emily gasps, and Aaron knows he's screwed. Luckily, both the doctor and Haley seem to not have heard, and she leaves with the doctor, so Aaron doesn't have to know right at that moment whether his suspicions are correct.

"Night Hotchner," Haley says a few minutes later.

Hotch is already asleep.

The entire team comes and collects him from the hospital.

Aaron is just grateful they're sending him home with a pack of all the things he now needs to do, because he spent the whole lecture admiring how handsome Derek looks with sun shining down on him that he didn't take any of it in. It's also Derek's signature on the discharge papers. He's reminded of high school, when he and his friends would make fake marriage certificates. Not that he's going to do that.

"Bye Aaron. I don't want to see you here any time soon, okay?" Derek teases.

"I won't make any promises," he replies, just relieved he does it without stuttering or blushing.

Derek smiles, and the twinkle in his eyes seems even more mischievous. "Miss Prentiss," he says, spotting Emily.

"Dr Morgan," she responds. She's smirking.

When Aaron asks her what was going on, she doesn't answer. Haley says it's probably linked to the emotions of the previous day, and she's usually good at reading these situations, so he doesn't push any further. Besides, he's too busy catching up with the meetings he missed, and the antics of his students, because a lot happened in the three days he was off, to give it much thought.

Two weeks pass, and the incident is almost completely forgotten.

But then he walks back into his classroom, having just finished a meeting, and he finds flowers on his desk. Tulips. His favourite. He immediately pulls the note out, and when he opens it, he almost wonders if he's concussed it.

Because he knows that signature. He's been staring at it for fourteen days. It's Derek's.

"Surprise. Aaron," a voice says for the doorway.

"How- what- I- what?"

Derek Morgan, still in scrubs and a white coat, smiles at him. "Want to pick a question I can actually answer?"

"How did you- what are you doing here? And why?"

"Well, you should thank Emily. After the other doctor took your heart rate, she came and told me her suspicion. Apparently, you always say you're Hotch. Even the students call you Mr Hotch. Which is strange, because I call you Aaron. And, you shouldn't have done the penlight flawlessly if you had a more severe concussion. So she thinks you have a crush. I didn't want to be unethical, so those flowers can simply mean: I hope you're coping. If you don't have a crush that is."

"What if I do?" Aaron asks, surprised at his own boldness.

"Then I would ask if I could kiss you before I take you out to dinner," Derek says, not missing a beat.

"And if I said yes?"

Derek takes three long strides, and he kisses Aaron like it's something he was made to do. Aaron melts against him, trying to memorise him as quickly as he can, before he realises he has all the time in the world to do that. Because Derek is going to take him out to dinner. Derek, who brought him flowers.

"That was- wow. Wait. You have a crush on me too!" Aaron exclaims with a grin.

"Of course I do," Derek says.

That stuns Aaron back into silence. "Wow," he whispers to himself.

Derek hugs him, and being in his arms is everything- no more- than Aaron imagined it to be. "I'm glad you're okay," he says.

"I'm glad you don't hate me," Aaron says, because he really doesn't know what else to say.

Derek laughs, and Aaron can't wait to find all the ways he can make that happen.

"We should say thank you to Emily at some point. If she didn't know you as well as she does, she wouldn't have realised you had a crush. And if she wasn't so terrifying when she wants something good for her friends, I wouldn't have sent the flowers."

"Can we say thank you later? I want to stay like this for a few moments," Aaron whispers, snuggling closer to his new boyfriend.

"Of course we can," Derek says, kissing his forehead.

When they eventually make it to Derek's car- Aaron can come back tomorrow and get his, it'll be fine, Aaron realises he has one more thing to say.

"Derek?"

"Yes, sweetness?"

Well. That makes him feel things he won't confess too, because he needs something to make him seem the slightest bit cool.

"I'm really sorry I made you think I had a brain hemorrhage."

Derek's laughter is so real that Aaron can't help but join in, and they end up not starting the car for five minutes because it would be irresponsible to drive in that state. And it's only when they're pulling out that they both realise something: Derek gets to see Aaron's family again, and Emily didn't need to hit him in the head again for him to get to see Derek again.

[aesthbaby]

Midnight favor

Summary:  Reader is running out in the middle of the night to get food that Emily is craving.

Pairings: Reader x Emily Prentiss

Prompt: Basically the same as the summary, I found it on this prompt generator website

Warnings: Chocolate? 

Word Count: 1k

Masterlist:

An: Working on clearing out my draft box.

“Pretty please?” She sticks her bottom lip out and starts pampering your neck with kisses. “I promise to do the dishes for the rest of the week.”

“Emily,” You turn to her. “You never do the dishes.”

“Exactly!” She looks at you like a sad puppy. “If you go get them I’ll finally do them.”

“Two weeks?” You up the stakes.

She narrows her eyes on you before agreeing. “Fine!” You get your coat and slip on the nearest pair of shoes. “Wait, woah, what are you doing? Those are mine.”

You look at her like she’s grown another head. “Your point?” You start walking around your loft in search of your missing phone. “If I’m going out to get you-” You stick your head out the doorway to her. “What was it again?”

“Green Tea Kit Kats, two of them please.” You never pegged Emily as a Kit-Kat person but when word got out about the U.S. getting their hands on it, Em was ecstatic. You stand in from of her with her on the couch, feet on the coffee table. “What?”

“How much do these cost?”

She rolls her eyes and reaches for her wallet. “Do you really want to know?” She draws out the ‘really’ and god does it sound good when she says it like that. Your girlfriend hands you a 50, mouthing a thank you in return. You head for the door and before opening it you hear a quick, “Keep your phone on!” from behind you.

Green Tea Kti-Kat...unbelievable. You head out into the cold. You almost bump into Mrs. Shapiro, your next door neighbor. She adjusts her glasses and squints up at you. “Well hello Y/n Prentiss.”

You laugh at the older woman’s shenanigans. “I’ve told you a million times, Mrs. Shapiro.” You hold the door open for her. “We’re not married.”

She offers you quiet thank you. “Its about time. You’ve been living together for a few months now.”

“That’s not long enough to propose marriage.”

“Me and my husband were engaged before we ever met.” When you found out that their marriage was arranged before they were even born, it shocked you.

“Well, Emily and I want to get to know each other before we commit to something like that.”

She shrugs at your remark. “Emily is what the young people call a ‘catch.’ If you don’t wed her soon, someone else might.” That one threw you for a loop.

You simply smile at her and turn to leave. “Have a good night Mrs. S.”

The corner store was out of them...of course. Two stops later in the freezing cold you finally find a store with the green candies. “How many?” The cashier asks.

“How many can I get?” The display looks well stocked, its tempting to buy your girlfriend the entire shelf but that’d be rude right?

“State has us putting a limit on these.” The man nudges to the stock behind him. “But for you? I could let it slide.” As he’s talking he leans over the counter, closer to you. There’s an overwhelming stench of kitchen grease on him that makes you want to spill your guts on the tile floors. You play along, smile and pretend like you’re thinking about it. All while fishing into your jacket for your badge. When met with your credentials the man jumps back like he’s seen a ghost. You almost laugh at the fool infront of you who has almost tripped on his own feet.

“So about the kit-kats?” You tilt your head with a small smile.

He does a little nervous laugh before reaching for the display. “Here. On the house.”

“Are you sure? I can pay-”

“No no its fine, really.”

You bid him a polite farewell and start your trip home.

“Hey.” You hear Emily’s voice from the living room as you open the door. “What took you so long?”

A quick glance in the kitchen tells you the dishes haven’t been done. “Oh nothing,” There she is, on the couch in your same spot. “Just enjoying the scenery. I got a surprise, close your eyes.”

“This better not be a puppy.”

“A puppy? What? Nevermind, are your eyes closed?”

“Yes baby my eyes are closed.”

You peak your head around the corner to make sure she’s telling the truth. She looks like a little kid. You take the box and loudly dump it on the coffee table. Then gently place her fifty dollar bill on the top of the pile “Okay now I’m too scared to open them.”

“You’re going to love it, promise.”

“All I asked for was chocolate so this is concerning.” You lightly pull her hands away from her eyes to revel the 40 chocolate bars you acquired. She’s speechless for a second so you nudge her. “Did you rob the place?” Your smile grows even wider at her accusation. “Because you do know that’s an abuse of power right?”

“Shut up and eat.” You hand her one of the pieces off the table. “Or else I’ll just take them back.”

Didn’t have to tell her twice. “But really,” she says with a full mouth. “How did you get this much without spending any money?”

You lightly laugh to yourself as the earlier memory plays in your head. “Some guy at the store was being really creepy so I flashed my badge.” A perfectly plucked eyebrow arches itself. “I know, not something I’d usually do but he had it coming.”

“And he just gave you all of this?”

“I offered to pay...” You shrug and listen as Emily falls into a fit of laughter.

“I’m just imagining the look on his face.”

“Unfortunately I don’t think I can ever go back there...”

 “Yeah, your face will probably be on one of those ‘banned’ posters outside of the window.” You playfully throw the nearest pillow at her. Effectively smearing green chocolate on it.

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[whump-town]

I wish you would write a fic where hotch got to be happy lol

I combined @bugdream big brain with @aaron-hotchner187 big brain and birthed this. So, big thanks to both of them because my brain just didn’t process “happiness” and Hotch together...

Derek Morgan’s head is ducked when he hears the sound of clicking heels on the cheap tile lining the hallway outside his office. The louder it gets, he realizes there’s only one person he’s met in the entirety of his life willing to break their neck jogging in heels and sure enough--

A ring encrusted hand hits his doorframe and Penelope Garcia peaks in. Her entire face is eaten by an award-winning smile. It’s aimed his way and despite how breathless she sounds, he can feel her enthusiasm. “Jack’s here,” she informs him and he frowns in momentary confusion.

Hotch had dropped Jack off at college in August and the man has been pretty bummed about it for the last two months. Despite their best attempts, the team is failing pretty miserably to keep his spirits high. It didn’t matter how many dinners he had at Dave’s or night out’s he was invited to, his smiles were coming far and few between. Whenever Jack called though, they had an agreement to not tell the boy how bad things had gotten.

That would only worry Jack and distract him from his studies and make Hotch even more unnerved. Besides, none of them can really blame Hotch. They’re nervous for Jack, too. It feels like they’re sending him back to witness protection except there aren’t trained agents tailing his every move. He’s an eighteen-year-old student attend university hours away. Alone.

“Jack?” Morgan repeats.

Garcia nods. “He called Dave and the university scheduled a last-minute fall break!” She’s grinning harder and Morgan can feel it spreading across his own face. “Dave went and picked him up this morning. They’re here and Jack is going to surprise Hotch.”

Morgan stands up, paperwork forgotten. “Hotch is going to be thrilled,” he says, smiling at just the thought. They’re all going to be thrilled to see the kid but Hotch really needs the pick-me-up.

Garcia frowns but it’s not sad frown. It’s a sentimental frown, one brought on by the thought of how grown-up Jack’s managed to become. No longer the little boy gripping his father’s neck at his mother’s funeral or the pesky teen laying upside down on his father’s office couch reading a book. 

He’s… He’s a man.

The two set off down the hall and Morgan beams when he sees Jack and Dave stepping out of the elevator. 

“Hey, Aunt Pen,” Jack steps right into his aunt’s arms. Smiling when she presses kisses to his cheeks and squeezes him tightly. “I missed you guys too,” he says after a moment, closing his eyes. 

Garcia’s already crying.

“Uncle Derek,” Jack extends his right hand and smiles when Derek takes it and pulls him into a hug too. The breath leaves his lungs as he hits the other man’s chest. Like his father, he’s virtually just skin and bones. The feeling of being crushed in their hugs though is familiar and yet, somehow he’s forgotten it. No one really hugs him at school.

Dave places a hand on Jack’s shoulder and nods his head towards the bullpen.

Hotch is descending the catwalk, dark brows furrowed as he read a file in his hand, and his coffee cup in his left hand. He’s making his way straight to the coffeepot, no big surprise there. He doesn’t suspect a thing.

“You excited to see your old man,” Derek asks after a moment. He pulls Jack into a side hug and Jack can’t push the words out. He just nods. “Go on in then,” Derek encourages. “He’s missed you too.”

Jack looks back at them and when they insist he go, each offering nods and little pushes, he pushes the door open. He waves to Emily and she excitedly waves back. She “zips” her lips closed and she and Reid trail him as he follows his dad into the break room. 

Leaning against the doorframe Jack clears his throat loudly, “how many cups of that have you had, old man? You know you won’t sleep if you have too many cups after one.” 

Hotch turns to the sound with a scowl but his face melts when he sees his son standing in the doorway. “Jack,” he whispers and he pushes the cup and file onto the counter. He makes it two steps before he finds himself with an armful of his son. He can feel his hot tears running down his cheeks as his hands move up and down Jack’s back. 

He cups the back of his son’s head before moving his hand to his back and then moving it to Jack’s hair and-- “You got taller,” Hotch whispers, voice thick with emotion. “Jesus,” he mumbles, pulling away and letting his eyes move over his son. “You shot up like a weed,” Hotch shakes his head in disbelief. “How long are you are staying? How did you get here?”

Jack chuckles and his smile only grows as the hears the others sniffling back their own tears. “Uncle Dave,” Jack says. “I wanted to surprise you.” 

Hotch looks over Jack’s head to his old mentor and the rest of their family crowded in the doorway. He feels another wave of tears tearing their way up his throat. “Dave…” he manages the rest of the words he’s thinking. He looks back down at Jack and shakes his head. “You’re not-- you’re not missing class or something? You won’t get into some trouble…”

Hotch never went home. Not even over breaks. 

“I don’t want you getting into trouble for me,” Hotch’s tone shifts just the slightest. Nearly desperate or frustrated but it’s clear he’s not understanding why his son would go through the trouble to visit him. 

Jack shakes his head, “I’m not going to get into trouble.” He pushes his father’s chest gently, “I missed you, you big doof. Can’t you just be happy?”

Hotch nods his head, looking to the floor. His tears haven’t stopped falling and when he looks up he’s smiling, “I am happy.” He steps between the space separating them and pulls his son back to his chest.

Jack settles into his father’s arms, smiling. Home. He feels like he’s home. Tucked between the arms that have always saved him and a dress shirt… safe. “I love you, dad,” he whispers into that white shirt. 

Hotch squeezes him and clears his throat. He sniffles, trying, and mostly failing to get a grip on his emotions. “You got taller,” Hotch repeats again because this time he’s certain. “Skinnier, too.” He can feel Jack’s back and shares a look with Dave. An unspoken understanding passing between them that there will be lots of pasta over the course of Jack’s visit. 

Emily steps into the room with them. She’s crying too. “Stop hogging the snuggles,” she says and opens her arms when Jack turns from his father’s embrace and straight into hers. 

Passed between them-- the feeling of Reid’s cardigan on his arms, Emily’s calming lavender perfume, JJ’s squeeze-- Jack Hotchner understands how people can be homes too. And as he looks back at his father, standing with the tension removed from his shoulders and a calm smile on his lips, Jack knows Hotch did his best. 

His childhood was by no means conventional but Jack thinks he turned out alright.

“I’m starving,” he admits before they can start to pry into his weeks at college thus far. 

Dave immediately looks up and he nods, “everyone’s schedule is going to have to be cleared for the day. If my boy’s hungry he’s getting nothing but the best.”

Jack blushes and shakes his head.

Morgan reaches over and pinches Jack’s cheek. “All grown-up and he stills wants his Pop-Pop to make him spaghetti,” Morgan teases ducking the blow Emily tries to land on his shoulder. 

“Spaghetti,” Dave makes a face. “I will not be making spaghetti. I’ll be making Jack’s favorite and the lot of you can just suck it up.”

There’s a bought of small arguing and Jack settles into the noise. Familiar. He smiles and shakes his head. He looks up and finds his father making the same face. 

Yeah, he thinks. He’s home.

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

Correspondence

Pairing: HotchReid

Summary: AU where Reid never joined the FBI, but got roped into consulting for the LA field office while working and teaching at Caltech. Hotch gets his email from a fellow agent, and they start to work on cases together -- until they start talking on a regular basis. Regular becomes frequent, frequent becomes constant. They know nothing about each other, but they don't really mind.

Important Tags: SLOWBURN, pining like woah, long distance/virtual relationship, timeframe around season 6, self beta'd

CW: prominent age difference, phone sex, video call sex, mutual masturbation, eventual anal sex/gay sex/blow jobs (you know, the works)

Posting Date: 04/03/2021 (every Saturday)

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Snippet Previews

Part 1 (Emails), Part 2 (Texts), Part 3 (Hotch goes MIA), Part 4 (First phone call), NSFW (Phone sex foreplay) Part 5 (Press conference), Part 6 (Videocall pillowtalk)

Chapters Links!

Chapter 1 (March 2010), Chapter 2 (May 2010), Chapter 3 (Early Sept 2010), Chapter 4 (Late Sept 2010), Chapter 5 (December 2010), Chapter 6 (March 2011), Chapter 7 (May 2011), Chapter 8 (September 2011), Chapter 9 (December 2011), Chapter 10 (Early March 2012), Chapter 11 (Mid-March 2012), Chapter 12 (Late March 2012 - May 2012)

FANART/ Additional Moodboards

Late Night Video Call by @artcake​, Mildly NSFW Moodboard by me, Later Chapters Moodboard by me, Missed Flight photoedit by me

Tagged list so far: @spencehotchner @ssa-sarahsunshine @gothamapologist @reidology @marsjareau @dragon-snaps-fandom @emmyraebird @just-an-emo-rat @aaron-hotchner187 @dk18077 @more-heid-pls @fakin-it-til-i-make-it @merpancake  @anxious-enby  @transpenelope

[themetaphorgirl]

The new chapter was absolutely amazing!! The bit with Hotch and Alex 🥺🥺 I loved it all

THE WONDER TWINSSSSS

I love them so much. And Hotch needs a sibling who looks out for him. 🥺

[theblackberrygirl]

So @aaron-hotchner187 is an AMAZING person that made some Sims for my bookstore AU!!! (They deserve all the kisses, go give them kisses, I demand it). THEY ARE SO GOOD AHHH!!

Rossi: LOOK AT HIM. He looks very dapper (am I using that word right? Idk)

Gideon: LOOKS 👏LIKE👏 THE 👏DAD 👏HE👏 IS 👏. My goodness.

ALEX MILLER, AKA THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. Look at her!! She’s so pretty!!

James, in all of his Dark Academia glory. Look at that long cardigan. Look at it. (Low key want that cardigan tho 👀)

HOTCH AS A TEENAGER IS SOMETHING I DIDNT KNOW I NEEDED OMG

Kate absolutely ROCKING the bisexual look, and I am here for it.

Tara Lewis, aka THE OTHER LOVE OF MY LIFE (there’s like 7 keep up). LOOK AT THAT ROCKING SWEATER!!! (Kinda want the sweater too tbh)

AHHHHH THEY ALL LOOK AMAZING!!! I CANT HANDLE THE AWESOMENESS!! (There will be another one with the rest!!)

[whoreforthebauteam]

WHATS UP GUYS!!!!! I JUST POSTED ALL THREE DRINKING CHAPTERS AND I’M PREPARED FOR YOUR COMMENTS <3<3<3

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[sasarahsunshine]

Pregnant Omega Reid has made a nest under Hotch's desk and no one, not even his Alpha noticed it until Reid decided to tease Hotch by tickling under his knee where he's ticklish.

Okay, that's cute--

Spencer's been missing all day, but Aaron isn't too worried cause he can still feel that his mate is nearby. He knows that pregnant Omegas start nesting during their second semester, and they tend to sleep a lot too, so he's sure his Omega has found somewhere to sleep (maybe an empty office?).

It's not until he's an hour deep into some paperwork that he feels the light touch of fingers crawling up his leg, and he bites back the urge to smile. Those wandering fingers move behind his knee, and he has to pull back a ways to look under the desk, seeing a sleepy and smiling Spencer, curled up on top of his makeshift nest (Aaron can see various clothing items from each member of the team, most likely stolen from their go-bags or extras from their lockers. His blanket from the couch is there, as well as a sweater that went missing two weeks ago).

"How long have you been under there?"

Spencer hums, dropping his head onto a pillow he got from... somewhere. He's so relaxed and soft-looking, eyes half-lidded, a small smile curling his lips. "Since this morning," he admits, almost sheepishly, "I couldn't keep my eyes open."

Aaron wants to abandon his paperwork and crawl under there with his mate, but he knows he can't. He'll have to wait until they go home, to their shared nest, before he can hold his Omega.

Until then, he's happy knowing Spencer feels safe enough to have made a nest here.

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