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[nathanbatemanfucker]

The Worst Time

summary: hotch and reader have an honest conversation about their relationship after reader disobeys orders.

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

warnings: angst, a little fluffy

AN: prompt idea from @mrsh0tchner cm discord writing challenge

Word count: 665

It hadn’t happened on purpose. The team was standing outside of a burning building, everyone trying to prepare themselves for the death toll. You’d gotten as many people out as you could but eventually the smoke got too heavy in your lungs and Hotch had given orders to retreat. Reluctantly you had but then as you all are standing there, you hear it. Children. Before you could control yourself you’d run into the building to find them, barely making it out alive with one child on your hip the other, dragging behind.

You’d gotten an earful once the team made it back to the bullpen, not only from Strauss but from your boyfriend and boss, Hotch. You’d been put on administrative leave for two weeks and hadn’t spoken to Hotch since, though not for his lack of trying. You’re a week through it when there’s a knock at your door.

“Here for more, huh? The barking at me after saving a victim’s life wasn’t enough?” He flinches at the venom in your words, stepping into your apartment.

“Strauss sent me to check on you.” He responds so softly, you almost don’t hear it.

“You couldn’t have requested someone else to do it?”

“Y/n, I get that you’re upset about how things went but there’s no need to push me away.” He sets the bag that’s in his hand on the kitchen table.

A humorless chuckle leaves you. “There’s plenty of need to push you away, you had no fucking right to speak to me like that Aaron, especially in front of our team.”

“You put yourself in danger!” His voice raises ever so slightly, making the anger in you fester hotter, more heavy in your chest.

“Yeah, because that’s the fucking job! You knew that when you hired me and you knew that when we started whatever the fuck this was!” You jab your finger into his chest to punctuate each sentence.

“Is.” He corrects but you shake your head.

“Was.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not, clearly this was a mistake.” You motion between the two of you as you lean away from him, needing some space.

“We’re not a mistake, we’re perfect for each other, you know it just as much as I do.” He takes a few steps forward, causing you to step back into the wall.

He cages you in with arms, and you swallow nervously at his proximity but hold your ground. “All I know is that when you spoke to me like that I’ve never felt more shitty in my life.”

“And I felt the same way when I saw the person I love run into a burning building after I specifically asked you not to.” Those chocolate brown eyes of his are alight with anger and love as he stares down at you. You’re at a loss for words, he’s never said that he loved you before. It was like the two of you agreed that it was an unspoken truth. “Yeah, I said it. We’ve been avoiding it, I know, but I can’t keep pretending like this isn’t more.”

“This is literally the worst time for you to tell me you love me.” You try to infuse your voice with annoyance but his confession is making you woozy.

“Deal with it because I’m not going anywhere. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” He presses a soft kiss to your nose before resting his against it.

“What’s that you sat down on the table?”

“A sorry, because you’re right I should’ve handled it better. Whiskey and your favorite ice cream.” He pulls away, grabs the bag, and holds up the bottle.

“You’re sleeping on the couch.” You say matter of factly.

“As long as I get to stay.”

“Go take a shower, I’ll make dinner and we can talk this through some more.” You stride past him, walking towards the kitchen.

“Alright.”

“And Aaron?” You turn to face him as he heads for your bathroom.

He stops in the hallway. “Yeah?”

“I love you too.” You offer timidly, and his face softens into a dopey look that makes you want to kiss him before he turns to head back down the hall.

tagged: @ssahotchsbitch, @ssahotchie, @mrsh0tchner, @azenpal, @disgruntledchowchow, @chelseyjoyce, @hotchwhore15, @hotforhotchner11, @ssamorganhotchner, @choppa-style , @kuolonsyoja, @heliotropehotch, @averyhotchner, @zetasaturno99, @art-and-thoughts, @spngirl05 , @g-l-pierce, @qtip-blog, @scuttling, @akira-155, @j-cat

[multiverse-mxdness]

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[sasarahsunshine]

Do you have a criminal minds discord? I dont see it in ur intro and cant find the post. Idr if it was ur discord or that person with the serial killer name..... can you maybe make another post or reblog the other one that I can't find? thanks

The person with the serial killer name—you mean @tobias-hankel ?? I’m laughing, I’m sorry—

Hehe yes! I do have a CM Discord! It’s 18+ and currently we have about 80ish members (I can’t keep count). It’s a lot of fun! It’s not always active, but when it is it’s ridiculous. And hilarious. I’m always laughing when I’m chatting with everyone in there <3

If you’re a fan of Criminal Minds, aren’t a minor, and like making new friends, come join!

☕️ Quan-Tea-Co ☕️

[shmaptainwrites]

for the friends who are planning to read bloodlust:

we have a channel now in the quan ☕️ co server where you can come talk to me and alex and other people reading the fic to discuss your thoughts and come yell at us for how demented it is 😂

for those of you who aren’t on the server but want to be here’s the link!

tagging some moots for a no pressure boost :))

@arsonhotchner @honeymenta @doctorstethoscope … my brian stopped working i can’t think of anyone else 🧍‍♂️

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Jump then Fall

summary: hotch falls and reader jumps (very cheesy, i know)

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

warnings: kissing

AN: prompt idea from @mrsh0tchner cm discord writing challenge // this is a little cheesy and i didn’t mean to fall into a bit of tswift hole but I did. linking jump then fall here because well 🥺🥺

word count: 1.1k

Caring for Aaron so strongly wasn’t something you intended to happen. It started with you bringing him a cup of coffee. It ended (for now) with you on top of him in the woods.

Aaron was all protocol; report writing, taking phone calls, relaying orders. He was a great boss, a great professional. He exuded nothing but stoic rationality at every moment. But you always saw more. He was more than bureau politics and handshakes and making close calls. As much as he wanted to give off an aloof, cold persona all you could see was how much he needed someone.

He had been keeping you at arms length, and though you thought nothing of it, he thought of it all the time. It hadn’t stopped you from watching him through the blinds, and noticing how little he took care of himself.

The day you brought him coffee he knew it was the beginning of the end. There was only so much strength in him, he couldn’t deny himself you for too long but he would try. So when you brought him coffee and asked him if had eaten, he didn’t look at you just thanked you softly. He thought that would be enough but it wasn’t. You didn’t give up and he couldn’t decide if he was happy about that or not.

About a month later when he was working late, trying to finish up reports. You had offered to take a few off of him and stayed late as well. What he didn’t know is that you’d ordered dinner. When you came up into his office with a bag from one of his favorite restaurants he had to give you more than a soft thank you. He smiled warmly, thanked you many times before letting you slink out of his office. He could see that you wanted him to ask you to stay but he couldn’t do that you, wouldn’t do that to you. At least not yet.

The next time was after a briefing two weeks later. The situation echoed his life too closely, wives that divorced their husbands being slaughtered and you could see the small bit of hope he had left leaving his eyes as Garcia clicked through the pictures. You followed him to his office, said his first name so softly that he just wanted to drop to his knees right then and there. Instead he cleared his throat and looked up at you with sad, guarded eyes.

“Thank you but I’ll be fine. I am fine.” He says the last words more for himself than for you.

3 days later somehow the two of you had been paired up. JJ was going to go with you to the newest crime scene but a potential witness showed up, a shaken young girl who wanted to talk to a woman instead of Aaron. It ended up with you and Aaron walking through the wet woods, a comfortable silence hanging in the air. When you were done looking at the scene you could feel him deflate, feel his energy leave his body and dissipate into the world around you but you didn’t say anything. You could tell he was trying to keep you away, knew that you’re the only one besides Dave to have the balls to say something to him.

Where the two of you were so stubborn, the universe did its job. The two of you were walking back up a dodgy hill, treading careful when it happens. He slipped in the leaves, a small yelp leaving him as he reached out for air in a pointless attempt save himself. But you reach for him, hoping you can stop him as your hand curls around the sleeve of his trench coat. It’s a failed attempt, one that lands you right on top of him with a big “oof”.

His hands come to sit on your waist as if he’s done it a thousand times and he places one foot flat on the ground, keeping you two from sliding down the hill.

“You okay?” He breathes, looking up at you.

He was so firm underneath you. You could feel the roll of his muscles with every little movement which was accompanied by a waft of his cologne. God, he always smelled so good. “Yeah I’m good, I’m okay.”

“Alright, I’m going to make both of my feet flat and push you up. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You whisper, embarrassed by the sudden heavy breathing that came with being so close to him. He’s about to start pushing when you shake your head, resting one of your hands on his. “Hold on, you have leaves in your hair.”

He studies your face as you slowly pick the leaves out of his hair, unable to deny how adorable you look when your tongue sticks out ever so slightly.

“There, good as new.” You smile down at him, but it fades when you see how dark his eyes are. “Aaron, I didn’t mean to cross a line, if I’ve made you uncomfortable I-“

He doesn’t allow you to finish, pressing his lips to yours hungrily. You kiss him back with no hesitation, bringing one of your hands up to cup his cheek and he mirrors your actions. A moan leaves his throat and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, taking what you’ve been wanting from the moment you saw him. He gladly gives it to you, allowing you to explore his warm mouth, to taste him. You’ve caged him in, your knees coming down to rest into the soft forest floor. You don’t want this to end, and you keep kissing him back until you feel your head getting heavy, your chest getting tight.

“All that because I got leaves out of your hair?” You huff, trying to get your breathing under control.

“All that because you’ve been caring for me even when I pushed you away.”

“Because I love you, you big doofus.” You say confidently. You know that here you have to set the example and be the open one. It doesn’t bother you to jump, not when there’s so much to gain in being with him.

He hesitates for a moment, opens his mouth to explain his hesitation but you shush him, planting a quick kiss on his mouth.

“Don’t say anything, it’s okay. Just let me take care of you.” You bring your other hand up to push through his hair when his eyes dart away as he gives you a shy nod. “Good, I’ve got you.”

tagged: @ssahotchsbitch, @ssahotchie, @mrsh0tchner, @azenpal, @disgruntledchowchow, @chelseyjoyce, @hotchwhore15, @hotforhotchner11, @ssamorganhotchner, @choppa-style, @kuolonsyoja, @heliotropehotch, @averyhotchner, @zetasaturno99, @art-and-thoughts, @spngirl05, @g-l-pierce, @qtip-blog, @scuttling, @akira-155 , @j-cat

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Fonder

summary: good friends to lovers type beat 🥺

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

warnings: little angsty, little fluffy, kisses

word count: 926

An: prompt idea from @mrsh0tchner cm discord // who am i without a song these days; listened to this little tune while writing

It had been a surprise that out of everyone on the team Reid was the one who blurted out that you had feelings for Hotch at a team get together at Rossi’s. He cited that he was tired of hearing his partner go on and on about their mutual boss while not doing anything about it. It was also his last ditch attempt at keeping Hotch from going to Pakistan. But what Reid and the team didn’t know is that you had an announcement of your own. You were taking a year off, needed to indulge in some serious self care if you were going to continue doing this job. You loved it but it took a lot out of you.

Everyone is surprised, but understanding. You might even see hints of jealousy, but you can tell that they’re all genuinely happy for you. Even Hotch who gives you the smallest upturn of his lips and a nod. You don’t understand why such a minuscule gesture makes you tingle despite being well aware of your feelings for him.

You all had continued with dinner like Reid hadn’t told your biggest secret but when you go to the kitchen to grab another bottle of wine Hotch follows you. Your name falls from his lips softly and you turn around, the fridge still ajar.

“Hotchner, we’d don’t have to talk about it, we’re good friends you and I, that’s all. Reid wasn’t supposed to share that information.” You explain quickly.

“I’m…happy about the information.”

“You are?”

“Yes.

The two of you stand there for a moment, letting the new revelations process in your heads. You aren’t sure what to say, you’re both leaving in a few days and so in your awkwardness you turn back to the fridge to pick from the few bottles in it. You’re puttering around when he speaks again.

“So this is how it ends?” He breathes, voice shaky and vunerable.

You abandon the wine you were about to choose to walk over to him and take his hands into yours. “No, Aaron, don’t say that. It’s a year. What’s a year compared to all the other waiting we’ve done?”

He huffs, mouth set into a frown that tells you he’s trying not to get emotional. “I want to be selfish for once, and tell you to stay.”

“As if you’re not leaving.” You quip back, and you earn the smile you were trying for.

“If you were going to stay…”

“I couldn’t ask that of you, you know it. And I need this, I need the time off.”

“I know. But we’ve just…”

“I know, but what’s the saying? Distance makes the heart grow fonder?”

“I don’t know if I could get any fonder of you.” One of his calloused hands comes up to caress your cheek and you lean into the touch.

“Well try.” You tease, sticking your tongue out at him.

“I’ll try my hardest from thousands of miles away.” He pauses for a moment, his warm eyes searching yours. “Can I-“

“Kiss me? You better Hotchner. I won’t see you for 365 days.”

You knot your hands into his button down and pull him in for a kiss that makes you feel like you're floating. He tastes of cheese and wine and Aaron, something so distinct that you know is just completely him. So many times you imagined what it would feel like to have his mouth on yours and it doesn’t disappoint. It makes every cell in your body drunk on your love for him.

He breaks the kiss first, and plants a few soft presses to your lips again before saying “We’ll meet at our coffee shop on the 21st. Noon?”

“I’ll be there.”

_____

Your heart is beating rapidly in your chest. You knew that he was early, knew that he was already sitting inside with both of your drinks and your favorite cinnamon toast crunch muffin. When you step inside your favorite barista, Simon, greets you, and points to your usual table in the corner.

You eyes lock with Hotch’s and both of you break out into cheesy, shy smiles. You both cross the room in seconds, and then you’re in his warm embrace. He smells the same, clean and woodsy, and you breathe him in. It’s easy to pull back and press a sweet kiss to his lips, so easy you’d think you’d been doing it your entire life.

“Your hair looks even better in person.” He releases all but your hand and pulls you over to the table to sit. You’d cut it on a whim, and sent him a few pictures.

“So does your beard. You look hot, thanks for keeping it for me.” You blow on your latte before taking a sip.

He laughs heartily, looking away as a blush dusts his cheeks. “I thought I’d let you see it once before shaving it since Jack hates it.”

“How kind of you. Happy 21st.”

“Happy 21st, baby.”

“Did you miss me?” You bat your eyelashes at him playfully and though he chuckles, his expression is serious.

“More than you know.” Your face and heart soften at his words and you can’t help but reach across the table to take his hand even as you continue your teasing.

“Me too. And your heart, did it grow fonder?

“Somehow it did.” He nods with the widest grin you’ve ever seen grace his face.

“God, I love you.”

“I love you too. I love you too, so much.”

“Worth the wait?”

“Absolutely worth every second.”

tagged: @ssahotchsbitch, @ssahotchie, @mrsh0tchner, @azenpal, @disgruntledchowchow, @chelseyjoyce, @hotchwhore15, @hotforhotchner11, @ssamorganhotchner, @choppa-style, @kuolonsyoja, @heliotropehotch, @averyhotchner, @zetasaturno99, @art-and-thoughts, @spngirl05, @g-l-pierce, @qtip-blog, @scuttling, @akira-155, @j-cat, @hotchner-bau

[nathanbatemanfucker]

The Truth

summary: an unsub makes hotch be honest

pairing: fem!reader x aaron hotchner

warnings: canon typical violence, gun mention, held hostage, kissing

An: prompt idea from @mrsh0tchner’s cm discord

word count: 652

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Hotch’s comms are on as he’s taken hostage by a teacher at an after school program. He was the closest and went in under the guise of getting more information but the unsub being paranoid figured it out. Now he’s held hostage in a classroom with the unsub and 6 children.

Your heart leaps out of your chest as you and the team speed towards the school, all your thoughts focused on the possibility of losing Hotch. You had to get there in time, you would fall apart if you didn’t.

The unsub has been taunting Hotch with no reaction, but now poses a question, wanting to get under his skin. “If all of your team members had to die but one, who would you save?”

Hotch tries to keep from answering, and tries to bargain with him. “You know you don’t have to do this. We can get you help.”

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“The question is irrelevant, it won’t make you feel any better if I answer it. The feeling of incompetence won’t go away.”

The unsub stoops down in front of Hotch, looking him in the eyes. “Here, I’ll make it easy for you. Answer the question or I’ll kill one of these stupid kids.”

Hotch takes a deep breath, resign. He hates giving in to unsubs but if it saves a life he’ll do it. When it’s your name that leaves his mouth you gasp audibly but no one else in the suv says anything.

“Why her?”

“She’s the youngest, she has so much life to live.”

“Ah, ah, Agent Hotchner, let’s be honest. Tell the truth or you know what happens.”

Hotch glares at the unsub, but rushes to answer when he begins to point the gun at a little girl. “Because I have feelings for her, is that what you want to hear?”

Everyone’s heads turn to look at you except for Derek’s, who is driving but he coughs in surprise.

You shake your head, not wanting to do this when so many lives are on the line. “Don’t, let’s just focus on getting them out of there.”

That’s exactly what the team does. Hotch is able to distract the unsub by answering more questions giving a sniper enough time to take two shots through a window. Before the unsub even knows what happens, he’s dead.

Hotch is sitting on the back of an ambulance after being patched up when you walk up to him, arms crossed and expression guarded.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” You murmur, holding his eyes with yours.

You identify the emotion in his eyes as guilt. “About what was said-“

Holding a hand up you stop him. “It’s alright, I know you were just trying to get a rise out of him. It worked, and that’s good.”

“What I said was the truth.” He whispers, looking down at his hands.

“I-it was?”

He glances back up at you, eyes wide and sincere. “Yes, and if you don’t feel the same way I’m sorry to make you uncomfortable but-“

Before he can get any further, you lean in, cupping his face with your hands and pushing your lips to his, effectively cutting him off. You know he’s surprised because he freezes, so you kiss him a bit harder, running your tongue over his bottom lip before taking a nibble. That action must awaken something in him because then his arms are around your waist, pulling you closer. You whimper into his mouth, moving your hands up to card through his hair. He kisses you fiercely, and it makes your toes curl as you melt into his frame.

“I have feelings for you too.” You say after breaking the kiss, chest heaving, cheeks warm.

“I think I’ve figured that out now but thanks for the clarification.” He says dryly before placing a kiss on both of your cheeks and the tip of your nose.

tagged: @ssahotchsbitch, @ssahotchie, @mrsh0tchner, @azenpal, @disgruntledchowchow, @chelseyjoyce, @hotchwhore15, @hotforhotchner11, @ssamorganhotchner, @choppa-style, @kuolonsyoja, @heliotropehotch, @averyhotchner, @zetasaturno99, @art-and-thoughts, @spngirl05, @g-l-pierce, @qtip-blog, @scuttling, @akira-155, @j-cat, @hotchner-bau

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Mint and Lemon

summary: hotch just being a vulnerable simp for reader

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

warnings: little angsty, kissing

AN: prompt idea from @mrsh0tchner’s cm discord writing challenge // I do have another song if y’all care, this is what I listened to while writing the bulk of this.

word count: 890

You and Hotch are at a local boxing ring on a cool, September morning. It had become a routine to blow off some steam and stay fit. You were surprised the first time you’d seen him here but were glad that you did. You two were closer than before, he’d become more than just your boss. He was one of your closest friends.

You can tell that he’s distracted today. You’re getting in hits that you shouldn’t and easily deflecting his. When you tackle him to the floor this time you can’t help but question him.

“What’s gotten into you? That’s the 3rd time I’ve knocked you down.” You huff, both of your chests heaving from the exercise.

Aaron doesn’t say anything, just taps your hip, indicating for you to roll off of him. You do and the two of you lay side by side in silence for a moment. When he speaks, it’s the last thing you expect to come out of his mouth.

“I can’t think straight when I’m with you.” He murmurs softly.

You look over at him, trying to read his expression. Vulnerability is etched into his handsome face and your heart sinks.

“Aaron…I’m-“

He cuts you off, sitting up so that you can’t see his face anymore. “Seeing someone, I know, but you asked and I had to be honest.”

“I care for you Aaron, you know that I do.” You sit up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I care for you too.” He takes your hand. It isn’t the first time he’s ever done this but it feels different this time, the meaning deeper than before.

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s no reason to be.” He squeezes your hand before looking at his watch. “Wanna go one more time? I should pick up Jack soon.”

“Yeah, sure.” You rise to your feet and help him up, and the two of you start your dance once again.

_____

Aaron’s dressed in his pajamas days later when he opens the door for you. His eyes go wide when he sees the distraught look on your face, reaching to pull you into the apartment by one of your arms. “Hey, are you okay? What’s happened?”

You lean into him, looking up at him. “I broke up with them.”

“What?” His mouth twists in confusion.

“I broke up with them.” You repeat, hoping that he’ll understand and you won’t have to explain.

He takes a step back, needing to put some space between the two of you for this conversation. He wants to make sure this is the conversation he thinks it is, easily clouded by emotion when he’s with you. “Why?”

“What do you mean why, isn’t it obvious?”

“You turned me down, started to avoid me, continued to see them.” He lists off the reasons, crossing his arms. “So, no I don’t think it’s obvious.”

“Because I can’t think straight when I’m around you either.” You echo his words from that day in the ring, desperation in your voice.

His expression is wary. “Don’t say this if you don’t mean it. I need you to be sure.”

“I’m sure, I’m 100% sure. I…I started seeing them because I was afraid of the feelings I have for you.”

Your name is a frustrated sigh on his lips. “Why didn’t you just tell me that? You know you can tell me anything.”

“Because I was scared. I’ve never…you know I’ve never been in love before.”

His face softens at your confession, he knows how hard it is to bare your heart to him like this. “It doesn’t have to be scary with me, you own my heart, there’s no one else I’d rather give it to. Not that I have much of a choice.”

“Kiss me, please.”

His lips are on yours in an instant, his arms circle around you to turn you around and press you into the wall. Your tongue slips into his mouth almost immediately, your fingers threading into his hair to pull him as close as humanly possible. He tastes of mint and lemon, a sign that he’s had tea tonight and you smile against his lips because that means he finally listened to you.

“What are you smiling about?” He murmurs against your lips, eyebrow raised.

“It couldn't just be the kiss?” You reply coyly, a smirk on your face.

“No, I know you. So what is it?”

“You taste like mint and lemon.”

He rolls his eyes and you let out a laugh that makes him tingly all over. “Yes, I took your advice and finally tried to have tea to help me sleep. And then you woke me up.”

“I had a good reason.”

“You had the most perfect reason on this planet but can we go to bed?” He starts to pull you towards the bedroom but you stop him.

“Do you think Jack would mind?”

“To be honest, Jack’s asked why we aren’t together so I think it’ll be just fine with him.”

You blink a few times, taking in that information. “Oh, I- uh, I don’t know what to say.”

“Say we can go to bed, it’s late.” He mumbles and you push him playfully.

“Alright, alright, let’s go Mr. Grumpy Pants.” You place a peck on his lips, letting him drag you towards the bedroom.

tagged: @ssahotchsbitch, @ssahotchie, @mrsh0tchner, @azenpal, @disgruntledchowchow, @chelseyjoyce, @hotchwhore15, @hotforhotchner11, @ssamorganhotchner, @choppa-style, @kuolonsyoja, @heliotropehotch, @averyhotchner, @zetasaturno99, @art-and-thoughts, @spngirl05, @g-l-pierce, @qtip-blog , @scuttling, @akira-155, @j-cat

[multiverse-mxdness]

NO CAUSE THE WAY YOUTE TAKING THIS ANGSTT ASS PROMPT AND TURNING IT INTO SMUT 😭😭 PLEASE LHDKAJSJS

but i’m v excited 🏄🏻‍♂️🏄🏻‍♂️

A week ago there's was a prompt on @multiverse-mxdness CM discord for a writing challenge "It wasn't supposed to end like this".

At first, I came up empty with ideas that weren't SUUUUPER angsty and didnt feel like writing it. But here I am, a week later, at damn 2am with Insomnia and come up with something ✨spicier✨ instead. I will write this into a one shot later today/this week (it is in fact still 2am) but here's what I have so far

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[nathanbatemanfucker]

Right

summary: team is on a group vacation and reader is making breakfast for them

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

warnings: kissing, one slightly suggestive comment

word count: 1.6k

AN: prompt idea from @mrsh0tchner’s cm discord writing challenge // another song because that’s all I do

Being in the middle of nowhere in a large cabin surrounded by your favorite people is just what you needed. Fall was your favorite season, and you were happy to get to experience it in the forest. Your favorite things being the pine scented air, the crunch of the leaves, and the slightly chilly weather. It didn’t hurt that you were getting to see your boss, Aaron Hotchner, in casual clothes like flannels and jeans, chopping up wood with Derek to keep you all warm at night.

After a late night of drinking and making s’mores around a bonfire you were the only one awake and you decide to make a huge breakfast for everyone. You start a pot of coffee before pulling all the ingredients out for pancakes, along with some bacon and fruit.

You’re lining a baking sheet with bacon when a chill runs through you. After washing your hands, you run your hands up your bare arms, only in a tank top. Your eyes drift around the kitchen and living room when you see one of Hotch’s flannels on the couch. You knew it was his because you’d been trying to watch him like a hawk, knowing what a treat it was to see him in it. But just to be sure, you hold it up to your nose once it’s in your hands. You breathe deeply, inhaling a mixture of his clean cologne, pine, and bonfire smoke. You slide it on and get back to work, popping the bacon into the preheated oven and cubing fruit. You’re in the zone, watching the clock and so you don’t hear Hotch come down the hall.

He watches you for a moment, noticing how your hair frames your face and how you wrinkle your nose as you concentrate on cubing up some pineapple. He also notices his flannel on your body, effectively wrapping a removed version of himself around you. He wishes that you were in his kitchen, making breakfast for you and him and Jack. What he wouldn’t give to gather you into his arms and push a kiss to your lips. Instead he goes for a question, one he knows will make you a bit flustered which he loves to watch.

“Are you wearing my flannel?”

You jump, the knife clattering into the cutting board as your eyes fly up to meet his. He’s leaning against the wall in jeans and a t-shirt, looking absolutely delicious. You decide to play dumb, looking down at the garment. “Is it? It was sitting around and I got chilly.” You start to remove it but he shakes his head.

“Don’t, I don’t mind at all. You look better than I do in it.”

You bite away your smile, looking down at the scores of fruit in front of you. “Oh, I, um, thank you Aaron.”

“I like that.”

“Like what?” You ask as you start to scoop all the fruit into a bowl.

“When you call me by my first name. Just feels…”

“Right?”

“Yeah.”

The two of you exchange a smile, your face heating up under his caring gaze.

“Want some help?”

“Sure. Could you get out the peppers and onions for the omelets? And put this in the fridge?” You hold out the bowl and he easily takes it from you.

“You’re making omelets?”

“No, we’re making omelets. If I had time I’d make cinnamon rolls but I’m assuming they’ll be up soon.”

He chuckles and goes to pull the veggies out of the fridge, setting the fruit bowl inside first. He starts to chop them without any instructions from you, a comfortable silence falling in the air as you pull together a batch of pancake batter. It’s strangely domestic, and yet it feels…right.

You turn around to check the bacon in the oven at the exact moment that Hotch turns to ask you a question, effectively making you collide. You let out a small huff, and he steadies you, his hands falling to your waist. When your eyes meet his you can’t explain the feeling that comes over you. You push up on your tiptoes and gently press your lips to his.

He freezes at first, processing what’s happening before his lips melt into yours. You wipe your hands on the flannel then bring them up to cup his face, pulling him closer. His grip tightens on your waist as you tentatively push your tongue into his mouth. A low groan leaves him, one that makes you realize that you’re kissing your boss and you pull away.

You bring your hand up to your mouth, eyes wide in embarrassment and shock. “Oh my god, I hope that was okay it felt-“

He supplies, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. “Right. Yeah, I agree. It was more than okay.”

“Then…maybe we could do that some more later, after breakfast?”

“That would be nice.”

You nod, trying to seem unaffected by this unexpected turn of events. Talking might help you decide and you ask him, “What were you doing when we collided?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted me to whisk the eggs for you.”

“That would be great, thank you.”

You take turns getting what you need and then you’re back at it, working diligently right next to each other, only this time you rub up against him anytime you can, sweet smiles and soft eye contact between you.

“Aaron?”

“Hmm?”

“I knew it was your flannel, I just like the way you smell and it made me feel close to you.” You admit, eyes flitting up to see his reaction.

His face twists, eyebrows pushing up almost to his hairline. Once he digests the information a bashful smile spreads across his face.

“Keep it baby.” He murmurs, leaning over to plant a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

Your mixing falters as your brain registers the term of endearment. Your heart has fluttered so many times in the last 20 minutes that you think you might pass out.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure it won’t be the first or last piece of clothing you take from me. I can always steal it back from you if I need it.”

“That would require you to be in my apartment.”

“Yes?” He keeps his eyes trained on cracking the eggs over the bowl.

“You plan on being in my bedroom?”

“I plan on doing more than just being in your bedroom.” The sentence makes your face hot and you blow out a nervous breath.

You don’t get a chance to respond.

“What are you two talking about?” Emily is leaned on the wall where Hotch once was, a smug smile on her face.

“Nothing.” You murmur softly, turning away to get a pan for the pancakes.

“We’re outlining the parameters of our relationship.”

“Aaron!” The pan slips out of your hand to land on the stove with a loud bang. You were still trying to wrap your mind around this and he was being so open as if he kisses you everyday.

He glances over his shoulder at you, realizing that you’re just staring at the pan that’s fallen. “Emily could we have a moment?”

“Sure, I’ll go check on the others.”

He says your name gently, almost as if he’s talking to a wounded animal and your eyes snap up to meet his. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

“Why was she not surprised?”

“Baby, they’ve been bullying me into taking a chance for a while now, you haven’t been fooling anybody.”

“Oh.”

“Sweetheart, your gaze is pretty intense.”

“So is yours.” You mutter petulantly, causing Hotch to chuckle.

“I know, but that’s me. You don’t look at everyone the way you look at me. When you look at me…when you look at me I feel like I’m the only thing that matters. It makes me feel cherished.” His voice gets low at the end, like he’s nervous about saying the last part.

“Because you are.” You take both of his hands in yours, bringing them up to kiss them.

“So are you.”

“I didn’t realize I was being so obvious. When did you know?”

“6 months ago I was complaining to JJ about getting Jack to eat his veggies, I guess you overheard. The next day you recommended a recipe that sneaks extra veggies into spaghetti sauce, which also happens to be-“

“His favorite food other than mac and cheese or pumpkin pie. I know.” You smile, proud of yourself for knowing so much about your…boyfriend’s son?

Labels were something you’d have to discuss later because before you can speak again to bring it up, his mouth is on yours again, warm and wet. He’s so gentle in his kiss, moving his hand out of yours so that he can rest one on the back of your neck, the other around your chin. When you hear the clatter of feet coming down the hall you pull away, busying yourself with getting the pan hot to start the pancakes.

“Hello lovebirds.” Garcia chirps with the widest, giddiest grin as she, Emily, JJ and Morgan enter the living room.

“Emily.” Hotch groans in frustration.

“It was gonna come out sooner or later!” Emily quips, heading straight for the fridge. She reaches for it and Hotch’s arm shoots backwards, slapping her hand away before he returns to the task at hand.

“We knew already anyway, we were just waiting for Hotch to man up.” Morgan teases, taking a seat on the couch before digging around for the remote.

“You two are just right for each other, everyone knows it.” JJ grins widely, raising her eyebrows at you.

“Yeah, I guess we are.” You giggle, wrapping your arm around Hotch’s waist.

“We are.” Hotch murmurs in agreement, mixing the peppers and onions into the eggs.

tagged: @ssahotchsbitch, @ssahotchie, @mrsh0tchner, @azenpal, @disgruntledchowchow, @chelseyjoyce, @hotchwhore15, @hotforhotchner11, @ssamorganhotchner, @choppa-style, @kuolonsyoja, @heliotropehotch, @averyhotchner, @zetasaturno99, @art-and-thoughts, @spngirl05, @g-l-pierce, @qtip-blog, @scuttling, @akira-155, @j-cat, @hotchner-bau

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Pretzels

summary: reader supports their bestfriend on the day of his ex wife’s funeral

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

warnings: death mention, angsty, some alluding to mutual feelings, kinda fluffy if you squint

AN: prompt idea from @mrsh0tchner’s cm discord as well as by her demented as post from today. There will be a part two friends don’t worry!!!

word count: 621

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“There’s no shame in crying. I promise.” You tell Hotch.

You two are standing in his bedroom before Haley’s funeral. All he has left is to put on his tie but he’s struggling to keep it together, you can tell by the harsh rise and fall of his chest.

“I need to be strong for him and for Jess.” He tries to reason, looking anywhere but at you.

You step closer to him, tilting his chin up with a single finger. “I will be strong for all of you, don’t worry about that. Let yourself grieve her.”

“I can’t ask that of you.” He grasps your hand, squeezes it, and it makes your heart jump in your chest.

“You didn’t have to ask, I’m doing it because I want to, Aaron. I’d do anything for you and Jack and Jess, you know that.”

“I have no idea what we would do without you.” His voice gets breathy, almost breaks and you pull him into a hug he returns so tightly you think he might snap you in half.

“You don’t have to worry about that right now. Just focus on what you have to get through today.” You whisper in his ear before pulling back.

You reach over to grab his tie, placing it around his neck as you knot it together. “You’ve got what you want to say?”

He nods. “In my jacket pocket.”

“Tissues?”

“Pants pocket.”

“Good. I have a bag of pretzels for Jack just in case he gets hungry.”

“Thank you. Just-” he sighs, unable to come up with anything but another, “thank you.”

“Stop, there’s no place else I’d rather be. Let’s head downstairs, the car will be here in a few minutes.” You order after taking a glance at your watch.

_____

You and Emily are standing out back of Rossi’s house after the funeral, looking at the way the moonlight reflects off the pond.

“Did you tell him?” She asks nonchalantly.

Your hand tightens around the glass of wine in your hand. “Emily, I hardly think this is the right time. I missed my chance before this nightmare happened.”

“Maybe now is a good time, maybe it’s what he needs to hear while he's grieving.”

You shake your head, taking a sip of your drink. “It would feel disrespectful, not only to Haley and him and Jack but to Jess. We’re friends too.”

“Then I guarantee Jess knows how you and Hotch feel about each other.” She wraps an arm around you, squeezing reassuringly.

“Aaron’s never made any indicator that he feels a way for me and we all know that he loves Haley. They didn’t get divorced because they stopped loving each other.”

“That may be true but I’ve seen him look at you the way he looked at Haley.”

“Maybe in the future. Right now I just want to do all I can to make this easier for them.”

“Just think about it. Not only does he need someone but you do too.” She says gently, and while you know she’s right, you know this isn’t the time to confess your love for your best friend.

You hear your name being called by the man in question, whirling around to see him standing across the lawn, eyes glassy.

“I’ll think about it Em, I promise.” You give her a squeeze and she takes your glass out of your hand.

You make your way over to Hotch who immediately swallows you into a hug. It’s one you readily return, shushing him and running a hand through his hair as you feel a sob shudder through him.

Emily watched with sad but hopeful eyes. She wishes she could just make it alright for you two, but knows that it’ll take time.

part 2: here.

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[nathanbatemanfucker]

June 6, 1973

summary: reader has a head injury that makes it hard to remember things, but hotch is there for them.

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

warnings: mentions of head injury, just some cuteness

AN: prompt idea from @mrsh0tchner cm discord writing challenge, blurb concept @shmaptainhotchner

word count: 614

“I’m fine, really, I’m fine, don’t worry guys.” You reassure them as you all stand outside the precinct. You’d gotten into a tussle with a possible suspect who ended up having an alibi but was now facing charges of assaulting a federal agent. Your head was feeling fuzzy, a little off, and was hurting right at the temples.

“If you’re so fine, we’re gonna test it.” Morgan looks at you skeptically, in a similar fashion to everyone else.

You glance over at Hotch for a moment, and he has that same expression on his face, slight frown, pinched eyes but something in his eyes is different. “Be my guest.”

“My birthday is June 6, 1973. Test in 30 minutes.”

“You’re on.” You say, leading everyone into the precinct. Everyone disperse, going to start their assigned tasks.

You start to work alongside Hotch, reading over the case files again to gain more insight and perspective on the crime. You only realize 30 minutes has passed when you hear Morgan call your name from somewhere inside the precinct.

The panic in your eyes must be apparent because Hotch steps closer to you as you hear Morgan making his way closer to you.

“What do you remember?” He asks gently.

“That I’m supposed to be remembering something but that I can’t.”

“Morgan’s birthday, June 6th, 1973.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“You really need to start calling me Hotch.” Is all he says with the slightest upturn of his lips.

_____

It happens again. Reid has just told you to call Garcia and ask her to cross reference something and you can’t remember. You’re mid dialing when Hotch catches your eye and guides you out of the room.

“Y/n-“ He begins.

“Please don’t make me go to the hotel, I’m fine really, I’m just fuzzy.”

He sighs, debating on what he should do. “You have one more pass, after that we’re going to the hospital.”

“We?”

“We.”

“O-okay, sir.”

“Male, local art studios, violent crimes. I’ll stay with you until you finish the call just in case.”

“Thank you, Hotch.”

“Aaron.” He murmurs before nodding towards the phone in your hand.

_____

The third time comes when you can’t remember what food to order when tasked with ordering dinner since it’ll be a long night. Hotch puts his foot down even after you pout, driving you to the hospital. You have a concussion, a severe one and the doctor puts you on mandatory sick leave for two weeks. Though you’re upset, you know it's for the best when Hotch drives you back to the hotel. He insists on walking you to your door, which sends a round of butterflies through your stomach.

“Wait, what are you doing?” You question when he follows you into your hotel room.

He looks at you like it's obvious, eyebrows raised in confusion. “I’m staying with you, you need to be monitored.”

“You could easily get someone else to do that. You’re the boss, you’re supposed to be out there.”

He hesitates, stuffs his hands in his pockets as he chooses his next words. “I think we both know that I wouldn’t be able to focus if I was out there.”

“I’m not sure we’re on the same page here.”

“I care about you. As more than an agent or a colleague, or a friend.” His voice is low, and you blow out a deep breath as you take in the statement.

“I care about you too.”

“Then let me stay.”

“Only if we get to cuddle.” You say with an impish grin and he laughs, really laughs, hearty and deep and you forget all about your head injury.

“Sure, baby, we can cuddle.”

tagged: @ssahotchsbitch, @ssahotchie, @mrsh0tchner, @azenpal, @disgruntledchowchow, @chelseyjoyce, @hotchwhore15, @hotforhotchner11, @ssamorganhotchner, @choppa-style, @kuolonsyoja, @heliotropehotch, @averyhotchner, @zetasaturno99, @art-and-thoughts, @spngirl05, @g-l-pierce, @qtip-blog, @scuttling, @akira-155

[multiverse-mxdness]

heyyy besties!!! i wanted to talk about a new addition I made to the discord!!

Today was the first day and the pieces have been super cute

so far alex has been the only to post it publicly you can find it here: link

which is totally fine, cause some people have said they’re not 100%sure of themselves and their writing which is always understandable 💖 there’s no pressure with this, it’s just something i thought would be fun and create a supportive writing environment :))

this was todays prompt, theres will be a new one on sunday <333

if you would like to join just click this link

https://discord.gg/2WykSmgYRS

tagging:

@ssahotchie @arsonhotchner @lovelybucky1 @heliotropehotch @reidgraygubler @angelhotchner @princesssmooshie @qtip-blog @ssa-isabelle @kuolonsyoja @doctorstethoscope @venti-caramel-mocha @broken-stardust @hotchafterhours @hornybau @hotchology @scuttling @fbiloveemandhotch @ssamorganhotchner @ssa-sparks @ssahotchswife @akira-155 @ssa-ki99 @willowrose99 @ssahotchsbitch @shmaptainhotchner @georgefoyet @uncpanda

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she really just-

@doctorstethoscope

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GUYS WE HIT 200 BESTIES IN THE DISCORD SERVER

AND ITS THE ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY OF BEING OPEN WOOOOOHOOOOOO

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we hit 150 members on the discord today it’s crazy

it’s been so active and swag recently aaahhhh i luv them

if ya wanna join the swag here’s the link; quan-☕️-co