a/n: mentions of gun and blood. nothing too explicit. hope you enjoy 🤍
what if haley never died that day? but what if your love for hotchner had to?
part 1
i had all and then most of you, some and now none of you...
days trickled into weeks and weeks dribbled into months, hotch had momentarily stepped down as the unit chief leader and instead morgan was in charge. you were partly glad because you didn't know how much you could stand being in hotchner's presence but on the other hand, it was as if your heart willed him to appear in front of you. he was a drug and you wanted to get lost into him, intertwine your souls together as if you were one.
but haley was back and in his arms, safe and sound. why would he give you his time when his wife was there?? all he ever wanted was his family. you were never going to be haley. you could never be jack's parent. you could never be his lover
you're snapped out of your thoughts as the elevator dings, everyone tiredly making their way to grab their personal items and make their way out.
"i'm so excited to go home tonight" emily shrugs on her bag, quickly dumping her personal items into her bag.
"a date?" morgan raises an eyebrow teasingly and she rolls her eyes playfully, shaking her head.
"with my hot tub and before you ask, you're not invited" she gives him a little smirk as they playfully start bantering between themselves. you're lost in the moment, you couldn't remember the last time you had felt so carefree and happy. without a time it felt like your heart was being dragged by anchors, it seemed difficult to keep afloat lately.
"are you okay?" jj quietly asks you amongst the chattering of tonight's plan and you just simply stared into space. it was hard to give an answer and she understood, her hands patting your shoulder sympathetically.
garcia bursts in, capturing everyone's attention. her happiness was practically beaming off from her in waves, excited to share some news. but you walk over to the coffee bench to grab some water, trying to fill the hollowness in you with something other than your boss.
"you guys, may i introduce our newest bau profiler!!" penelope's voice is faint and muffled under the sounds of your thoughts but it's when you see your team giggling at you that makes you perk your eyebrows in confusion. jj waves you over and you narrow your eyes, discarding your coffee to the side.
you hear a coo of aww's filling the room, the team practically melting as you go back to your desk, coming forwards to see what all the fuss was about until you see the vision.
there, five year old jack emerges from behind his parents, giving you his biggest smile. his clothes look like your bau ones, a badge pinned on his jumper to say he was your little helper. he walks towards you, holding some flowers in his hands.
"oh my god, jack...." you chuckle softly, bending down to meet his level. you look at his sweet face and there you see aaron in him, it makes you want to cry at how precious his son was. how beautiful the whole family was.
"thank you for saving my mom, miss y/n" he whispers, his big beautiful eyes glancing up at you.
"thank you for helping work the case jack" you smile softly, gently giving him a high five. he leans forwards planting the tiniest of kisses upon your cheek. then he gives you a huge grin, running off to proudly show his outfit to the others.
you stand, giving him a smile as you grab your bag. hotch was talking to the rest but when he sees you're free, he starts to approach you. immediately as if on autopilot you walk straight to your office. hoping he doesn't follow. hoping he would leave you be.
but your boss was never one to follow instructions
"y/n, how have you been?" he smiles, his dimpled cheeks illuminating underneath the spotlights. he walks forwards but your back is turned to him, seeing him now felt entirely too soon. you thought you were ready but him being here stirrs some emotions you thought had died the night you saved his wife. oh, how wrong you were.
"good, i'm good. thanks" you fidget with the files, hoping he picks up on your discomfort. you drop some papers accidentally which require you to turn around so you grit your teeth and turn, still not making eye contact. hoping someone would call you or him to get out of this beyond awkward situation. but he simply eyes you, his smile disappearing a little. he edges closer and toys with his fingers, his brows raised in thought.
"well... i just wanted to thank you for that night. i can't even begin to describe my appreciation and i never had the chance to talk to you" he tries to smile but you nod, busying yourself with the files in your hands.
"no worries, you would have done the same for me" you smile though every second being in his presence is enough to make you tremble and shake. every second here was enough to make you break and you wouldn't do that. you couldn't break haley and him up after foyet. he deserved to be happy with or without you.
"yes..." he drifts off, unable to shake the feeling that you were avoiding him. had he done something to you? why were you acting like he was contagious with some disease?
"is everything alright?" he doesn't register he's even said the words until you finally make eye contact, your brows furrowed in confusion.
"yes, why?" you reply back a little defensively which adds on to his suspicions, and he's aware something is bothering you now, more specifically he must've done something to make you act like this.
"what's the matter, l/n?" he asks sternly, his brows furrowing deep as you try to side step him. there it is, he's the ssa chief unit hotchner speaking to his colleague demanding an answer.
he doesn't let up and you could feel yourself beginning to break under his gaze. everything that could've been, everything that you so desperately wanted to happen swirling in your eyes. you want to hold him tight and never let go, cry in his embrace and just kiss him until his name is burned into your skin.
only how could you feel like this when his wife and son were but a few feet away, you could hear them now laughing away. how could you be so cruel to do that to jack? he finally had both of his parents.
"n-nothing" you reply hopelessly, it was as though you were under water. your lungs begging for air that never reached for them, your head screaming at you to leave right now. before something happens you'll regret forever.
but he tilts your chin upwards, forcing you to look into his eyes. your breathing was laboured, quivering underneath his powerful gaze. you're not sure which emotion is more dominant, they all burn so bright in his eyes.
i love you, i love you, i love you-
your feet are glued to the floor and you don't let yourself think of the rationality before you do the next part, breaking every rule you had ever written as you both crash into each other.
you don't know who made the first move, all you knew was that his lips were on yours. they were soft, softer than you could've imagined them to be. his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, asking for permission and you relinquish all your control to him.
he holds your head between his warm palms and you pull him closer, needing his touch all over you. his hands trailed delicately across the curves of your body, following the arch of your spine. a burning desire awoke deep in your stomach, arching into him and he tightens his grip around.
"where's dad??" a voice cuts you both off and you jump in shock, heart sinking all the way to your stomach as you realise what you've done.
"i...." he breaks off, taking several steps back. his hands ghost his lips and he looks at you with such an intensity it makes you shake under his gaze. he wants to say something, anything but he only just looks at you.
you were the same, taking a couple steps back until your thighs hit the desk. all of it was hazy, a dream, a play. you try to grasp the concept of what you had done and the shame burns your skin, threatening to spill down your cheeks.
"i-i gotta..." you don't even finish your words, pushing past him. hearing your name being called but unable to turn away, going wherever your legs take you. you managed to duck the rest of the team who were absorbed into the gossip of the office, thankfully. hot tears leave your eyes, trying to calm your racing heart but it feels like you're slipping further and further away from reality.
aaron turns around, his hands clenched around the edge of the desk. pictures of haley, jack and you cloud his mind. how could things have gone so complicated? the kiss it all felt so right, like the piece of the puzzle he was trying to find for years. only now, he feared that your relationship was damaged beyond repair. that this time there wouldn't be a second chance.
he curses, his fists slamming against the desk. all he could think about you, all he needed was you. you were the thing that haunted him when he awoke, before he slept and every second in between. he couldn't let you go like this so he turns and jogs towards the exit, you had to hear the truth.
you duck into the safe sanctuary of your car, bringing your knees to chest. this had all gone so wrong, so fast. you missed him earlier on, missed the simplicity of it all. but now it had all plummeted deep in the ground, unable to be fixed together again. it feels impossible to control your heart rate and your breathing, vision contantly blurry with the tears that won't stop tracking down your cheeks.
in the midst of your heartbreak however, you don't realise that you're no longer alone in your car. before you had time to react, the cold barrel of a gun presses against your temple and your blood runs cold, hands squeezed tightly around the wheel.
words failed you, your scream dies on your lips. hope thuds in your blood, that someone comes out and notices, hoping that he would run after you and gets this attacker off of you.
he had to, he wouldn't leave you alone. he would've come after so where is he?? but the doors remain empty and you feel your heart breaking slowly in your chest.
the voice cuts you off, delivering a hard punch with the back of the gun directly to your temple. you hiss in pain, a wave of nausea and dizziness crashing over you. spots clouded your vision and your right eye was beginning to be covered with a thick warm fluid. it felt hard to see, pouring far too quickly and for a second you panic. but it drops to your lap and you see what it truly was. blood
you inhale sharply gritting your mouth, refusing to say a word. the chill of the metal rests against your head once more, hearing the click of the revolver in place
"drive, now" the voice commanded and you inhale a shaky breath hoping hotch would run out. praying he would come to your rescue. but you realise that life doesn't always go to plan like how you desperately wished it would.
so you follow the order of the foreign man, shaking as you leave the building. far, far away from the safety of your team and hotch.
Hi Lia!! I was thinking maybe a drabble where the reader has to leave hotch (because of enemies?) but he was only complete because of the reader especially after Haley? I hope this makes sense but no pressure !! ❤❤❤
aww i love this, thank u sm baby 🤍 hope you enjoy some rushed hotch angst. forgive the mistakes! :')
(request are open!)
written in the stars
his eyes stared at you with such an intensity, you felt like you were burning under his gaze. the argument wasn't supposed to be this bad, every couple had their fair share of fights, this wasn't supposed to be anything more than a couple angry words and then hugs and kisses to make up for it.
except this time it was entirely different. you had been receiving calls threatening to harm hotchner and they had even come close in harming jack. he remained unscathed for the most part, a little scratch on his forehead but it was a close call. and that couldn't happen again.
you wouldn't allow it
meanwhile the words you had just spat at him suffocated his air, his blood turning to ice when he saw your expression harden
"you would do that?" hotch's voice was caught in his throat, setting down his fork. his appetite was long gone, instead he found himself almost pleading with you. it hurt you to hear how small he sounded, how frightened he truly was
"you'd leave us?" his voice was barely above a whisper, already feeling the pit of doom stirring in his stomach. as though everything was spiralling downwards and he had no control over anything.
"i..." it felt like there was a crushing weight on your chest, the words you wanted to desperately say died on your lips. nothing would come out. you couldn't tell him about the threats or the death letters about him, the fact that this person also sent video proof. and somehow they were always a step ahead of you, despite hiring several private investigators. they never knew.
every second you remain silent, your lovers eyes shine with tears
"you're going to leave jack.... and me? just like that?" he repeated and you helplessly look on your plate, unable to think and ration your next move. tonight you were forced to do the one thing you never want to do. something that would haunt the pair of you for months to come
"you have beth, you'll be fine" you murmured, feeling the barricade of your tears threatening to break. but you wouldn't dare, not here. he would know something was wrong and you had to protect him, this time you would show not an ounce of emotion.
"she's not you!" his tone wavered, a little higher pitched due to the tears he was struggling to hold back. hotch took a deep breath in, trying to find some ground to help you see that he needed you. he needed you so intensely, it felt like you were the oxygen he breathed. as though your soul was one with his, he couldn't imagine anyone else.
he comes to you, kneeling on the floor while his hands came to rest on your lap. his optimism makes you want to cry because you know deep down that no solution could help this problem bigger than the both of you. you don't have the heart to tell him, it feels like your breath is stolen as he tries to smile.
"whatever it is, we can work it out. together. i promise you" his eyes hold nothing but sincerity but its only heartbreaking when he sees the resignation reflecting in yours. it cracked your heart piece by piece, knowing that you couldn't stop the pain this time.
"y-you can't. i can't lose you, we can't lose you. i was fine because of you, you helped me feel finally complete after haley. you helped me do that!" it's that sentence that pushes you further over the edge. how could you cause more pain to a man that had gone through literal hell and back for his family?? you knew the state he was in, he wasn't the aaron that sat before you now.
before, he would place emotional barriers up around himself to protect his heart that had grown to fear love and yet crave it simultaneously. the walls were like iron, you had to weld them away bit by bit until you saw a breakthrough. and when you had caught a glimpse of the person underneath, it had shocked you. the heart aaron locked so fiercely lay a gentleness and love you'd never before known, just right beneath the surface. getting his trust was an arduous process to say the least, but it was one you were willing to repeat over and over if it meant ther was a chance for you and him in the end.
but now, you could see your progress beginning to becoming undone by the minute
aaron's lip trembles at the end of his sentence and you see a tear beginning spill down. you want to wipe it away before it has the chance to touch his cheeks, hug him against your chest promising you weren't going anywhere. but you again, stop yourself when you're reminded of that person warning. they would never stop until hotch was dead, until he was eradicated so it was up to you to put a stop to it altogether.
and if that meant hurting him where it stung the most, then so be it. you would rather him hate you than ever be hurt by another person again.
"it's bigger than that. you know i love jack with my whole heart but at this age, i had so many things i wanted to do-" you began but he gently shook your arms, trying to get you to see his perspective.
"you can still do them, i'll help-" you stopped him with a shake of your head
"no, i can't. i can't shoulder responsibility for a child i never wanted.... i can't be there everyday and hope to god that you'd come back to me in one piece" saying these things about jack killed you, he was so incredibly cute and sweet. he was always a total sweetheart, waving big and wide as you picked him from school when his father couldn't make it. but some parts of it were true, everyday he rushed out of his front door you hoped and prayed he would come back unharmed.
he was a perfect brilliant agent and strategic but even he wasn't bulletproof.
"please y/n, please don't do this. i-i'm sorry, i know, this team needs me and i need you. and as for jack, jessica can help with the school runs. it wouldn't be a burden on you" he whispers under his breath, his tears dropping like pearls down his neck. his hands have gripped yours, almost like you'd completely vanish. and you were, you were slipping through the cracks of his fingers and he couldn't do a thing.
"i leave tonight" you whispered, removing his hands from yours. the emptiness in your chest threats to swallow you whole and you welcome it, wanting to feel anything but the pain of the beautiful man in front of you. how with every tear it felt like a dagger in your heart, taunting you that in this life you would never get your happy ever after with him.
all those dreams, all those goals, everything was ripping apart with every second. the reality of the situation was that you both were walking away with a broken heart and there wasn't any fixing it.
"you're what?" his world fell quiet, his grip loosening as he stares at you. he was expecting a smile a joke, anything. but your face is down, unable to hold any eye contact.
"i leave tonight. i'm flying out" your bag was packed, ready to go. you were to ready to leave his life so early as if every thought of you didn't consume him.
"but... you can't. you can't do this to me y/n, please" his hands try to hold you but you've already stood up, a few steps back away.
"i'm sorry aaron" your voice felt muted under the heavy thought in his head, physically unable to move. all you can see is his face shining with tear tracks and him staring jm outer space.
grabbing your bag, you turn as your own tears fall in response.
"please..." you leave his warm home with the soft plead of his words and the ghost of his lips caressing your skin. you weren't sure if he would ever forgive you, you weren't sure if you even deserved that. all you did was hope that maybe one day, the two of you were written in the stars and you'd be together somewhere. someday.
and all he could do was sit on the floor trying to stop the torrent of tears streaming down his cheeks, biting his lips to not make any noise. the last thing he needed was jack to stumble upon him but the thought of his son asking where you were and what happened diminished him further.
there was a pit of sinking sadness and emptiness drowning his heart, covered with the memories of those he swore he would burn. but they unravel themselves and he's forced to sit and let them play. every moment, every second, every hug and ever kiss. he felt it all and there was nothing he could.
he felt so utterly pathetic for crying but even more so for believing you were the one. for believing your words. he wanted to hate you, despise you but just how could you be his enemy when he loved you?
perhaps it was destined for him to spend his life alone. this time those walls would be impenetrable, this time he would not give his heart.
Hiii!! First I want to say I love your writing and your blurbs. They’re so cute and I love them so much. ❤️
Can I request a blurb with protective Hotch? Maybe the team is on a case and the reader goes down to the lobby of the hotel for a drink and a creepy guy hits on her? Then as she’s repeatedly telling the guy to get away from her Hotch sees it and gets all protective??
Tysm! Please take your time :)
A/N: Thank you 💗 I have tons of fun writing the blurbs, I’m glad you like them. You are the sweetest for being so polite I just cant 😭
I love creepy guy hitting on reader kinda scenarios and protective Hotch, uhm yesssss.
Requests for blurbs are currently open here.
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“One whisky, neat, please.” You slide your card across the bar table as you settle onto the barstool. The case which the team had been attending to wasn’t the worst you had seen, but having been assigned to the precinct had you spending the most time with the family of the victim, and by the very nature, resulted in you seeing the most of their pain, which always made it worse.
You nod a thanks to the bartender who slides your drink and card back across to you. Swirling the liquid around in the glass, you put it to your lips, tipping it back, letting the woody burn slide down your throat. It offers you momentary relief, and for the first time in days you let your shoulders sag with relief as you exhale deeply.
“I’ve got something else that you could knock back down that throat of yours baby.”
Your eyes fly open, a deep frown sliding onto your features and you come face to face with a tall middle aged man, leering openly at you. He smells like a distillery.
“Excuse me?” Your voice is clipped, a scowl on your features as you notice his gaze darting down the v neck of your blouse. It makes you pull your jacket tighter around you, belly clenching in disgust.
“I said,” he leans forward, the alcohol on his breath an assault to your sense of smell, “I’ve got something else that your pretty throat would be good for.”
He steps closer, rolling his hips in your direction and you feel white, hot rage bubble inside of you. This was the last thing you needed tonight.
“Get. Lost.” You turn away from the man, training your gaze on the bottles behind the bar as you take another swig from the glass.
“Come on now baby. Why act modest, when we both know you are anything but an angel.” His words cause you to ball your hands into fists as you fight an internal battle within you, debating whether the trouble you would get into at taking a swing at him would be worth it.
“Fuck off.” You growl as you finish off the glass of whisky. Slipping your card back into the pocket of your jacket, you make to climb off the stool when you feel the creep’s hand grab your arm, his fingers pressing into the fabric of your jacket.
The pressure on your arm makes you snap, and you raise your fist an inch, ready to take a shot at the drunk, when you feel another warm hand catch your fist. Your back connects with a chest, and the scent that wafts over you helps you identify Hotch.
“Is this man bothering you Honey?” He squeezes your hand, a signal for play along because this is the easiest way we are going to diffuse this situation without drawing any more attention to ourselves.
“This gentleman was just about to get going before you showed up, Sweetheart.” You wrench your arm out of the creep’s hold, which has slackened with the appearance of your unit chief, and press your side against Hotch’s chest, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He slides a protective arm around you, you can feel the muscles under his shirt shift and you can’t help but wonder what those same bare muscles would feel like under your hands.
“Cockslut.” The man spits out venomously, glaring at both you and Hotch. His words however, are in contrast to his body language which you note, had severely shifted with the appearance of Hotch.
“What did you just say?” Hotch beats you to punch, his eyes hardening, as he tightens his hold on you. He is, at this point, radiating anger. You instinctively nestle yourself further into his embrace, and you feel him squeeze your shoulder in reassurance, angling himself slightly so half his body is blocking yours.
“Not-nothing.” The man’s eyes widen, knowing that he would be picking a losing battle and he turns on his heels, scurrying off.
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“Why are you both holding onto each other.” Rossi’s voice causes both you and Hotch to jump apart, and you feel a blush falling rapidly across your face.
“Just helping her chase away some creep that was trying to hit on her.” Hotch explains for you both, his tone calm, but a slight tinge of red colouring the tops of his ears.
“I see.” Rossi muses, as you excuse yourself, muttering an excuse about getting to bed, before you half sprint to the elevators.
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“So, you think she knows?” Rossi asks, hands in his pockets, question directed at Aaron as they watch you jab at the elevator button, willing it to come faster.
“Knows what.” Hotch’s gaze is trained on you, a small smile ln his lips as he watches you slide quickly into the lift, jamming the door close. He can still feel the imprint of you nestled into his chest.
“That you both are idiots and pining for each other.” Rossi chuckles, slapping Hotch on the back before he turns his attention to the bar.
I’m not sure if you’re accepting requests for writings but I just found your tumblr and I love your Harry writings!! If you could write something about Harry waking up in the morning sick and he doesn’t want to worry you so he goes about his day as normal, going to the studio not waking you. Throughout the day he just feels worse and worse and ends up getting sick while out and he calls you in tears because he’s been sick and doesn’t know what to do so you pick him up and care for him for the rest of the night? Thank you so so much!!
I hope you love this 1.5k blurb. I was feeling inspired.
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Harry loved you.
He loved how you would drop anything you were doing if he called, saying he needed your help. And it has happened time after time, but he did the same for you. Harry would always be by your side. You were his best friend and his girlfriend. Something he knew never to take for granted.
You had been in his life for two years and his girlfriend for six months. There had been many milestones you’ve seen him reach and hit some lows, and you were always there to hold his hand guiding him when times felt too dark.
Today started like any other day with your head resting on his neck and legs tangled with his. He hated getting out of bed because it meant losing the warmth of your body against his, but today he had a headache that woke him up instead of his alarm.
He thought nothing of it, instead of leaning down to press a kiss on the crown of your head, then slipped out of your hold softly to not jolt you from your deep sleep. As he did his morning routine, spending a long time in the cool shower as he felt his body relax and wake up, he knew he felt odd.
Harry couldn’t be sick. He took care of himself so well, always having his vitamins and eating healthy foods as they made him feel better every day instead of take-out. He saved eating out for you so you could do it on weekends together.
Walking into the kitchen dressed and ready to head to the studio, he makes a green juice and some eggs and eats them usually, which he deems that he’s good and, in fact, not sick. He leaves a note on the counter that he’ll be back home by dinner. You have a busy day planned, and he would hate to disrupt that. There was an introductory presentation you had to lead at work, and a simple headache would not have him calling you.
As he drove to the studio where he was meeting Mitch and Tom, wanting to work on a few songs that he had wanted to finish, he began to feel nauseous. He pulled over to the side of the road just to be precautious, but the rumblings went away, and instead, he took a few sips of water.
He would be fine.
That’s what he’d been telling himself the entire day as hours ticked on, and he began to sweat, saying it was too hot when in reality, the studio was cold as Mitch and Tom both kept their sweaters on. They had asked if he was okay, but Harry brushed them off, assuring them he was good. Except, he clearly was not.
Mitch had ordered their favorite sandwiches for lunch, and Harry couldn’t get more than two bites in before feeling like he was going to barf. Tom has asked if he wanted them to call Y/N, but he was adamant that they didn’t. You were working, and he needed to finish this song.
As he stepped into the booth to sing, he felt an ache in his throat. One that no tea he’d been drinking all day had helped. It was there, and he knew he could not sing. He’d only be making it worse for himself. Instead, he walked out, slumped down on the couch, and let himself feel. Mitch had walked out with Tom to take a calm, and he knew they’d be back soon. He felt the aches in his body, the headache that had never gone away, and how warm he was despite feeling the room's chill. All he wanted was you, and he knew he was selfish by calling you, but he knew you’d come to him and take care of him.
That’s what he did.
“Hi, my love,” you greeted cheerfully on the phone.
Harry lets out a deep breath taking in your voice; before he could answer, he felt his breathing get heavy, and at that moment, he just wanted her to hold him helping him feel better. He let out a sob he had been holding in all-day
“Harry,” your voice came in worried. “Bub, what’s going on? Why are you crying?”
It seems he couldn’t get any words out.
The tears would not stop, and his throat ached. He just wanted to go home.
“Want to go home,” he managed to get out.
“Yeah, I can meet you there.”
“No,”
“H, what’s going on? Are you at the studio?”
He continues crying even when Mitch steps back in alone.
“H, what’s going on?” Mitch approaches him slowly and then sees the phone held up against his ear, “is that Y/N?”
Harry nods, trying to wipe his tears away.
“Can I talk to her?”
He doesn’t answer; he holds his hand out, which Mitch takes slowly, putting the phone on speaker.
“Y/N?”
“Mitch, what’s going on?” Your voice is full of concern.
“He isn’t feeling well, and he didn’t want to call you, and well, I think you should come to pick him up and take him home.”
“I’ll be there in ten,” you tell him. “I love you, H.”
Harry relaxes into the couch, feeling comforted that you’re on your way. Mitch sits next to him, rubbing his back as they both wait for you to arrive.
It felt like a lifetime before you arrived, but he had never felt so relieved when you did.
You called his name gently, and that’s how you found Harry, eyes closed, slumped on Mitch. You quickly came to kneel in front of him
“H? Bub, I’m here. It’s Y/N.” You squeezed his thigh to catch his attention.
“Y/N,”
“Yes, darling. Ready to go home.”
He nods, slowly blinking his eyes open.
“Home.”
“We can pick your car up tomorrow, bub. Don’t worry.”
You thank Mitch and walk Harry to the car. He’s quiet, but you know he’s fighting to stay awake. You help him buckle up, and as you go to pull away, he grabs your wrist, drawing you closer for a second.
“Thank you.”
“Wish you called me sooner,” you tell him as you caress his warm cheek.
Harry frowns because he wishes he did too. Instead of answering, he presses a kiss to the palm of your hand and lets you go so you can drive him home.
As soon as you get home, you usher him up the stairs wanting him to take a cool shower to relax, and it gives you time to make soup for him. He begged you to go in with him, but there was so much for him to do.
You were quick to make a vegetable soup, knowing it’d be ready quicker than a chicken soup. You’d made that for him tomorrow, but now you know he hadn’t eaten anything for hours, which always sits well. After checking that it was finished, you served him a plate, letting it cool down while you went upstairs to check on him.
He had just thrown on an old t-shirt and shorts. You kissed his shoulder to let him know you were behind him.
“Hi, baby.” You could hear the rasp in his throat and decided you’d be making him a tea as well, hoping he’d drink it even if he didn’t like to.
“Let’s get you in bed, H.” Having you in the room, you were able to help him pull back the covers and settle him comfortably in bed.
You hurry down the stairs and bring up a plate of soup and Gatorade. As well as grab the medicine he should take to help reduce the fever. He’s relaxed and happily complies with everything you give him, which you’re thankful for.
He ate well, but just in case, you put the trash can next to the side of his bed for precaution and leave his inhaler right by your side in case he happens to need it. It’s not until you take his temperature for a final time and see that it’s not high as when you arrived do you allow yourself to relax.
You sit next to Harry on his bed and watch as he snuggles closer to you in search of your warmth.
“You’re going to stay?” He asks in a whisper.
“Where else would I go, you need me, and I want to be here,” you promise.
“But you’ll get sick.”
You laugh, “you don’t want me to leave, but you also don’t want me to get sick.”
He nods.
“Silly, bubba.” You press a kiss to his sweaty hairline, thanks to the soup. It was good meant he was sweating out the fever. “Rather be here than hate knowing you’re alone. Plus, my immune system is really strong, I promise.”
“Holding you to that.”
You roll your eyes, “sleep, bubs. I’ll watch over you.”
“Thank you.”
“Nothing to thank me for,” you assure him.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you, H. Now rest. I’ll wake you up in a few hours to give you more medicine.”
🎶 with emily prentiss + being an agent at another location where emily and her team are investigating and yalll falling in love (basically like will and jj)
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you wrapped your coat around you tighter as you walked out of the police station. the sun had already set and wind began to blow colder than before. it had started to snow lightly, adding to the already white scenery.
“y/n, wait up!” you heard someone call from behind you, stopping you in your tracks.
emily caught up to you and sent you a smile.
“what’s up?” you asked, returning the smile.
“we got the guy,” she cheered.
you let out a sigh of relief and felt a weight lift of your shoulders. being the police chief of your city, you felt the need to protect the residents, and when there was a murderer running rampant, you felt you were failing them. you’d almost gone mad when someone you knew had fallen victim to them.
“that’s great, emily!” you said ecstatically, wrapping your arms around her at once.
she hugged you back tightly and when you pulled away, you both wore large smiles.
“thank you so much for your help,” you said.
“we couldn’t have done it without you,” she responded kindly.
“god, maybe i’ll finally be able to sleep again,” you joked.
“i know how you feel,” she laughed.
“so, when do you guys leave?” you asked cautiously.
“tomorrow morning,” emily responded sadly.
“oh...” you said, looking down at the ground.
“yeah,” she said.
when you looked back up at her, she was biting her lip. the wind blew some hair onto her face and you brought your hand up to push it away. she looked up at your eyes slowly before looking back down at your lips. she took a step closer before closing the gap between your lips. your lips were cold from the weather, but warmed up quickly with the kiss.
“why don’t i take you out for a drink?” she said when you pulled away.
you nodded briefly before taking her hand in yours and beginning the walk to the bar.
summary: it’s your birthday but you’re stuck in hospital after surgery. luckily, addison is there to make your day better
word count: 587
warnings: pregnancy, mentions of surgery
pairing: addison montgomery x afab!reader
a/n: this is my submission for @sweetprentiss birthday bingo!
your eyes fluttered open to the rhythmic beeping of your heart monitor, still groggy from surgery. you glanced around the bland hospital room, discovering it empty, just how it was when you had gone under. you sighed, placing your hand on your bloated bump where your baby would be residing for the next couple weeks seeing as the surgery went well. you looked at the time, 4:17 am.
great. stuck in a hospital alone for my birthday, you thought as you threw your head back in annoyance.
you’d been in and out of the hospital for weeks after discovering an issue with your baby. thankfully, your doctor, dr. montgomery, said it was an easy fix and if all went well, you and your baby would make a speedy recovery. you were lucky to have a doctor as good as her. she was not only a good surgeon, but she also took the time out of her day to come talk to you. you often found yourself thinking about her, but that was only natural considering she was one of the only people you’d see everyday, right?
you sighed once again, bringing your focus back to the real world. you looked over at the doorway, where someone was leaning, your heart rate spiking for a second before you recognized the shadow as dr. montgomery.
“dr. montgomery, what’re you doing here?” you asked, your voice raspy from not having used it for a while.
“i just got out of a surgery, i thought i’d come check in on my favourite patient,” she joked, taking a seat next to you.
“aww,” you said, throwing your hands over your heart.
“happy birthday,” she said, taking you by surprise.
“how’d you know?” you asked.
“it’s on your chart,” she laughed, holding the clipboard up for you to see.
“oh,” you smiled.
“i hope you don’t mind, i got you something,” she spoke gently, handing you a small bag that she had hidden under your bed.
“you didn’t have to,” you smiled.
you carefully took the paper out to reveal a box of chocolates and a small teddy bear.
“the bear’s for the, um, baby,” she began, her cheeks slowly turning red, “and you can eat the chocolate in a couple days, gives you something to look forward to.”
“thank you,” you said, sitting up slightly and opening your arms for her to hug you, which she did.
when you pulled apart, her cheeks were very flushed and she was awkwardly diverting her eyes from you. she cleared her throat, trying to get rid of some of the new tension.
“it’s really good chocolate,” she said, her voice weak.
“not that i had any of that one. i’ve eaten it before, my own box. wait, i- i didn’t buy it for myself, that would be kind of sad, i had it given to me and i liked it so i bought one for you because you told me you loved chocolate. so, um,” she stuttered nervously, fidgeting with her fingers.
“thank you, dr. montgomery. i appreciate it,” you said, beginning to get all mushy from the attention (and hormones).
“please, call me addison,” she said.
“okay, addison,” you said, as if testing how the word sounded coming out of your mouth.
“i have to ask, do you do this for all your patients?” you asked.
“just my favourite,” she winked, causing you to laugh.
you opened your arms again, and she leaned in to give you a hug, though she was careful not to hurt you. just as she pulled away, you grabbed ahold of her shirt and pulled her towards you. your lips collided and at first she seemed shocked but quickly reciprocated the action. she put her hands on your cheeks to deepen the kiss for a moment before pulling away.
“isn’t there some kind of rule against doctor-patient stuff?” you laughed, now realizing what you had done.
“maybe, but you won’t be my patient in a couple days,” she shrugged, a smile adorning her features.
she placed a short kiss on your lips before getting up and leaving. she stopped right at the doorframe and turned around to face you once more.
To everyone who participated in my Criminal Minds Edition: This or That — I’m glad you all enjoyed it. And I’m sorry, I knew how hard it was going to be.
But for my Hotch-lovers, this one is for you. You thought the other one was hard, well get ready! Don’t hate me please! ❤️ Hotchner Edition: This or That (photo cred to: @ssacharcoalgrey) Do the best you can — that’s all I can say. Much love besties! Also your choices are fine, no hate coming from me — you like what you like! 😘😉
Season 1 Hotch or Season 7 Hotch? His hands or his arms? His smile or his laugh? Red tie or blue tie? Foyet storyline or Mr. Scratch storyline? (both hurt) Hotchniss or Jotch? How am I a whore or What, did you join a boyband? Long sleeve or short sleeve? What would you call him? Hotch or Hotchner? Hotch/Rossi or Hotch/Gideon? Episode “100” or Episode “Mr. Scratch”? Behind the glass Hotch or Interrogating room Hotch? Alaska episode (5x21) or Barbados episode (10x19)? Bearded Hotch or Clean-shaven Hotch? Sunglasses or no sunglasses? Office Hotch or In The Field Hotch? Favorite Hotch Friendship: Rossi or Garcia? FBI Vest with long sleeves or FBI Vest with short sleeves? Hotch smirk or Hotch glare?
No pressure tags: @arsonhotchner @criminalhotch @ashhotchner @dadbodhotch11 @dudeitiskarev @hotchnerxo @hahnnie @hotchnerswhoresblog @jaspxr @klinenovakwinchester @rose-garden-filled-with-thorn @tonystarkscumslutz @vanessagib @zaddyhotch @ssamorganhotchner @ssahotchie @haley-h0tchner @cevans-is-classic @hotchandspencearedilfs (you do not have to participate in this. this one is much more difficult than the first one I made. so I apologize in advanced!)
request: the prompt "i think i love you" combined with the song speak now by taylor swift - hotch objects to reader's marriage at the wedding.
pairing: aaron hotchner x reader
word count: 900
a lil note: i’ve not used any pronouns when referring to the reader or reader’s initial spouse so it’s completely gender neutral :) also a disclaimer: i’ve never been to a wedding so this is based off weddings i’ve seen in shows and movies so i’m sorry for any inaccuracies-
Ever since you had walked into the bullpen exhibiting a sparkly new ring on your finger, Aaron had been dreading this day. He couldn't quite place his finger on what it was that bothered him so much - he should be happy for you, but instead it felt as if there was an unbearable weight crushing his chest every time he thought about you committing the rest of your life to your fiancé.
There was an air of anticipation in the room, everyone eager and full of joy for the happy couple. Aaron joined the team, finding his seat next to Emily, preparing for the ceremony to begin. They were all in the midst of discussing your relationship; the impending honeymoon, the question of having children, looking back on memories with the two of you.
"Are you okay?" Emily had noticed Aaron's discomfort and lack of commitment to the conversation.
The forced smile he offered her in return did little to reassure her.
As you walked down the aisle and took your place at the altar, Emily whispered, "can you believe they're actually getting married?"
No, he couldn't believe it. When you first walked into his office all those years ago for a job interview, Aaron never would have imagined that he would one day be sat here, at your wedding. You were the plot twist that made him want to continue reading. He had never seen you coming, yet you were suddenly the reason why he wanted come into work each morning. You were supposed to be a colleague, just another person working for him, but instead you were everything he hadn't known he was missing.
You had weaselled your way into every aspect of his life and now Aaron couldn’t imagine living that life without you beside him.
When you were out in the field, the only person he trusted to have his back was you - the two of you were able to seamlessly move with each other, predicting the other's move. But it wasn't just at work that you were a perfect partner for Aaron, you had also infiltrated his family life. You were amazing with Jack - sometimes he would come home to the two of you baking in his kitchen, or you reading a bedtime story to him, or maybe even playing in a blanket fort.
But this arrangement didn't seem enough for Aaron anymore. He wanted to hold your hand as you walk through the park. He wanted to be the person you come to when you’re feeling down. He wanted to wake up next to you every morning.
Aaron was hit by the overwhelming realisation that he wanted it to be him who was stood beside you at the altar.
"If anyone has any objection to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace," the officiator snapped him out if his daydream.
This was his moment, the only chance he had to tell you how he felt, so he did.
Aaron's face paled as he rose from his seat, hands trembling as he met your eyes, avoiding the horrified looks from everyone else in the room. He had talked guns out of the hands of sociopaths, but this was the most scared he'd ever been to speak.
"Don't say yes," he began shakily, but the slight upturn of your lips at those words encouraged him to continue. "I'm not the kind of man to interrupt an occasion like this, but please here me out. You're marrying the wrong person. I know that I am your boss, and I know that it complicates matters, but there is no one I'd rather have by my side. I can't imagine my life without you in it."
Aaron could feel all eyes on him, but he still maintained your gaze. "I think I love you, and I think you love me too."
An audible gasp from everyone in the room was the only thing to penetrate the deafening silence. Aaron could see the gears turning in your head as you thought though everything he had said, your eyes darting between your fiancé and Aaron.
The silence seemed to last an eternity - Aaron wouldn't be surprised if everyone in the room could hear the pounding of his heart against his rib cage. He felt as if he should do something, maybe say something, but all Aaron could do was stand there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as his palms gradually became sweatier. He was unable to return to his seat, not ready to face the embarrassment that would come with the pitying looks he was sure to be met with from the team.
You turned away from Aaron to face your fiancé, and Aaron felt his heart shatter. He'd ruined everything - your friendship, your wedding. His mind ran wild with the certainty that he had now lost you forever, but then you did something that took his breath away even more.
"I'm sorry," you apologised to your fiancé. You had realised your mistake; you shouldn't be marrying this person, someone who always fails in comparison Aaron. When you pictured your future, you could only imagine it having Aaron and Jack in it with you.
Unable to meet the eyes of your guests, you left the altar and returned down the aisle to meet Aaron, still standing there in shock.
Summary: when Jack wakes up on Christmas morning, he has a very serious talk with Aaron. Letting him know he saw his mom kissing none other than Santa Claus!
Word Count: 584
A/N short but merry christmas to all my fellow hotch lovers!
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Requests are open
Pairing: dad!Hotchner x fem!reader
Warnings: none pure dad Hotch and jack fluff
Y/n was sitting in the living room wrapping the last of gifts. Aaron emerged from their shared room in a Santa costume.
“Wow, I’m so glad I got that costume” y/n smiled. Aaron chuckled and wrapped his arms around y/n.
“Yeah?” Aaron asked.
“Mhm. You look really hot. Like really hot. Like, incredibly hot. Insanely hot.”
“That’s a lot of hots” Aaron said as he kissed her lips.
“And it doesn’t even sum it up”
They both stayed like that for a minute while they both talked about Jack.
Soon enough though, they both headed for bed.
Y/n and Aaron softly slept in their beds together. The sound of soft feet pattering on the hardwood floor waking y/n up.
Jack walked in and immediately found a comfortable spot between both adults. “Wake up guys! It’s Christmas!” Jack said eagerly.
Y/n chuckled. “Morning jackers, excited for today?”
“Very!” He replied. Aaron stirred awake and placed a kiss on jacks forehead. Followed by a kiss on y/n’s lips. As on cue, jacks expression immediately changed. As if he suddenly remembered something.
“Uh, mom? Can you leave me alone with dad? I have to tell him something important and secret” Jack said.
“Sure jackers. I’ll get the coffee started. Want a hot chocolate?”
“Sure” Jack said.
Y/n walked out and left her two boys alone to talk.
“Dad. I have to tell you something. And it’s very serious.” Jack began. “I don’t want you to get mad or be upset”
Aaron furrowed his eyebrows. “Jackers, what’s wrong?”
“It’s just. I don’t want to scare you. I know mom is a really good person”
Aaron stared at him and signaled for him to go on.
“I heard a strange noise last night that came from the living room. I looked for you but you weren’t in your room. So I took a deep breath and went to look in the living room and dad, you won’t believe what I saw!” Jack said, “It wasn’t a dream it was real! I saw Santa kissing mommy! Or the other way around? And she was happily telling him about me in his ear!”
Aaron began laughing. “Daddy don’t laugh!” Jack pouted. “I swear I saw him. He had your hair, your voice, and your nose. And he was almost as sweet as you. If it weren’t for the beard daddy, I’d think it was you. You know I love you and I love mommy. That’s why I’m telling you this.”
“I love you too buddy” Aaron smiled.
“So you’re not mad at me?” Jack asked.
“Of course not” Aaron said. He hugged jack. “Look, don’t worry about it. You know your mom is really sweet and pretty and she has that sweet perfume on her all the time. Santa probably saw her and thought she was an angel. So he had to give her a little kiss to prove if she was.”
Jack stared at him. “I think you’re right daddy.”
“So? Are we all good?” Aaron asked.
“We’re all good!”
“Okay then, let’s go. I think mom made coffee and your hot chocolate already. Let’s hurry before it cools down”
They both headed downstairs. Aaron sat next to y/n. “Is Jack okay?” She asked.
“Jack is alright. He just let me know he caught his mom kissing Santa Claus last night” Aaron said.
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Summary: Y/n is a pediatric neurosurgeon who unfortunately lost a patient. The patient reminding her too much of Jack. After a long day of work, Aaron comforts her and makes sure she feels better.
Word Count: 1,420
Requests are open
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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!reader
Warnings: Mentions of death, curse words, a tiniest bit of smut towards the end if you really squint 🤏🏼.
A/N: this is a small post for @wheelsupkels based on a small thought she had. Thank you so much for letting me write this!
“Doctor?” The voices were faint in y/n’s head. All she could focus on was the sound of a flatlined heart.
“Doctor?” The nurses kept repeating over and over. But y/n, she couldn’t move.
“Y/n” her coworker and assisting surgeon during the surgery said. Finally getting her attention.
Y/n turned over. “You need to call the time of death.” Alex, her friend and coworker mentioned.
Y/n looked back at the patient. And looked at the clock. “Time of death; 18:30” and with that she walked out of the operating room, ripping her gown and mask, throwing them in the correct bin.
Y/n paced back and forth in an on-call room. She took a seat and heard her pager going off. Then it stopped.
There was a soft knock on the door Alex walking in and taking a seat next to her. He looked at the state she was in and he began comforting her.
“He was only seven Alex! What kind of world is this!? He had so much longer to live. And life just, betrays him.” Y/n said.
“You and I both know that boy had no chances of surviving the surgery” Alex said. “And now, at least his not in pain anymore.”
And that’s when it hit y/n. The realization of how much pain that little boy was in. For so long. So much unnecessary pain and sadness for a little boy. Who instead of going to school spent nights in hospital rooms working on worksheets the nurses printed out. Who instead of having friends his age, had friends who were nurses and doctors. What kind of life is that for a little boy? A boy who had so much to give, and so much to offer. But not enough time.
“Go home, you need some rest.” Alex mentioned. “I’ll let the parents know.” Y/n nodded and thanked Alex. She headed to the attending lounge where she changed out of her dark blue scrubs and into her regular clothes. She got in her car and drove home.
She walked into her apartment and placed her things on the counter. Taking her shoes off and placing them on the floor. The house was empty as usual. Until she heard a noise. Shuffling from the hallway. She slowly walked into the kitchen, grabbing a knife, and followed the noise. Only to be met with her boyfriend.
“Jesus Aaron. You scared the living shit out of me.” Y/n said. Aaron chuckled slightly. “I thought you were on a case?”
Aaron nodded. “I was. But we finished earlier than expected.”
Normally, y/n would be ecstatic. But not today. Not after what happened.
“You okay?” Aaron asked her.
Y/n nodded. Walking to the kitchen and placing the knife where it belongs. “Just tired. I had a long surgery.” She said. Tiredness and sadness evident in her voice.
Aaron looked at her. Profiling her.
“Stop that.” She said managing to let out a giggle and she walked out.
“Stop what?” Aaron asked following her.
“Profiling me.”
“You’re not just tired. Something else is going on.”
“I’m fine really Aaron. I just had a long day at work, I want to rest and just wash todays events off” y/n said as she walked down the hall and to her room she shared with Hotch. The house was alone. Y/n grabbed clothes and headed to the bathroom, turning the shower on and getting undressed. She got into the shower and started thinking more about what happened. This surgery and patient defenitelly hit her harder and closer to home than she ever estimated.
Once out of the shower, she changed into clean comfy clothes. She collected herself as much as she could before comfronting her boyfriend,
“Where’s Jack?” Y/n asked walking into the living room where her boyfriend was.
“He’s with Jessica. Since it’s late I thought it would be alright to leave him there one extra night, he’s prpbably in bed already anyways.” Y/n nodded. Her heart aching.
Aaron silently looked at her. “Wanna talk about it?” He asked. Y/n silently stared at him.
She looked down at the floor, her eyes closing as she tried to push the tears away. Instead, a loud, painful, gut-wrenching sob came out. She covered her face with a shaky hand.
“Oh love” Aaron said as he stood up from his place on the couch and hugged y/n. “Bad day at work?”
“God it was horrible. You don’t even know.”
“Talk to me. What happened love?”
Y/n continued sobbing. Unable to speak. Unable to even form a sentence that made sense. Her thoughts and words completly jumbled. So she just stood there. Crying into Aaron’s chest. Aaron never letting her go.
When she finally felt okay enough to let go of Aaron, she wiped her tears away. Her nose runny, and eyes puffy with tears and, heart aching with so much pain and so much sadness and so much anger, and so much impotence.
“Better?” Aaron asked.
She shook her head.
Aaron led her to the couch and sat her down, kneeling in between her legs. He wiped the remaining tears away, and held tight onto her hand.
“I had a surery on a patient today, he was just a little boy. Max was his name, age 7. He came in with a Diffuse Intrinsic Pontine Glioma or, DIPG. A tumor in his brain which is one of the most deadliest tumors in kids. It controls vital functions. And normally, they are inoperable. But this tumor, was different. The parents saw other Neurosurgeons and all of them told the parents it was operable, but they didn’t want to operate. So they heard about me. And asked me. And I believed the same thing. But I was willing to operate. The parents consented and knew the success rate. I believed I could save Max, I really did but. Mid surgery his heart began failing, his organs were shutting down. And I couldn’t do anything. He was 7 Aaron. He sad so much to live for. So much to offer the world. And I took that away from him. I took him away from his parents.” Y/n said as she began tearing up.
“Y/n, I hope you know it’s not your fault. You knew the odds and you still fought for that boy. You did everything you could in your power. And if that tumor was hurting that little boy, he’s in a better place. He is pain free. We can’t always save everyone. As much as we wish, we can’t always save everyone.”
Y/n nodded. Knowing Aaron knew to some extent the guilt that comes with losing someoneon the job. But still, something was still bothering her. And just as if Aaron read her mind, he spoke.
“Something else is bothering you. What is it?”
And that’s when she broke again. “He was the same age as him Aaron! He had the same sweet eyes Jack has. And when I heard the flatline I really felt scared. Scared that it was him. Scared of what would happen if he was ever in that position. Aaron. Life is so fucking unfair. And so fucking cruel! How could life do that to a kid. A kid Aaron for fucks sake!?”
Aaron finally understood what Y/n felt. He felt it all the time.
“I get what you feel.” He said with as much comfort as he could. “When I have a case with kids, my heart always aches. Wondering if Jack is safe. It feels horrible. Seeing all the dangers the world has. And not knowing what’s going around back home with your kid. I get what you feel love. And they way that you worried for Jack shows just how much you love him and how much you truly care for him. I adore you for that.”
Y/n stared at him. “Is he okay?”
“Jack is okay love, he’s with Jess and he’s asleep. We’ll pick him up early in the morning. Okay?”
Y/n nodded. And aaron smiled, hugging her and placing soft kisses all over her face, making her smile. “There she is!” Aaron grinned.
“I love you Aaron.”
“I love you more”
“That seems impossible”
Aaron grinned. “How about I show you just how much I love you?” he asked as he began kissing her neck.
“Aaron!” Y/n yelped, laughing while Aaron picked her up.
summary: you and the team get stuck in miami for the night, leading to a night of bachata with hotch, even if he didn't want tto dance at first.
word count: 1,043
warnings: none
the hot miami sun beat down on your head as you stood a ways away from the group of police cars that had collected outside of the crime scene. you watched as derek pushed the head of the unsub into the police car, breathing out a breath of relief that the man was finally found and put away. when the cars drove away, you walked to join the rest of the team.
"the jet is having technical issues, so we're stuck here until the morning," hotch said as soon as he got off the phone.
"there's a great bar not too far from your hotel if you want to join me there," the lead detective of the MPD offered.
you all agreed before hopping into the FBI cars to go back to the hotel. when you got to the room you shared with hotch, you immediately went to get ready, seeing as you were meeting the team in the lobby in an hour. you had come out of the shower, a towel wrapped tightly above your bust. you expected to see hotch get up to shower as well, but he stayed where he was, sitting at the desk hunched over a stack of paperwork.
"aaron, aren't you gonna get ready?" you asked from the doorway of the bathroom.
"strauss told me to fill out this paperwork, i'm gonna stay behind. you go ahead, though," he said, not looking up.
"aaron," you said, your tone somewhere between whining and scolding.
"come with us, please?" you said, walking up behind his chair. you put your arms over his shoulders, letting your hands fall to his chest.
"i can't," he said, trying his best to keep his focus on the mound of papers in front of him.
"please," you said into his ear, having bent over so your heads were level. he let out a small groan, moving his head back slightly to try and look you in the eyes.
"your paperwork will still be here when you get back and we've got a long flight back to quantico," you reasoned.
"i don't know, y/n."
"the whole team's coming, let loose a little," you said, walking to the bed where you had laid out your outfit.
with that, he got up and walked into the washroom, shutting the door.
"you're coming?" you called out
"i'm coming," he confirmed.
you smiled, feeling accomplished, before getting ready. when hotch came out of the shower, you were halfway through your makeup. when you were both ready, you exited the room and headed to the lobby, hotch's arm secured around your waist.
"hey guys," you said to the group of FBI agents.
they all greeted you and you joined in on the conversation, waiting on the detective to come to walk you guys to the bar.
about 10 minutes later, she arrived.
"you're all here, great!" she said, motioning towards the door for you all to leave.
you walked down the sidewalk, hotch's hand never leaving your waist. the night was warm and the sun had only just begun to set, casting a golden glow on the streets of miami. soon, you arrived at a beachside bar. the name was displayed in neon LED lights, matching the bright colours that could be seen inside. Latin music could be heard playing, though it was muffled by the closed glass door.
after entering, you all took a seat. you had a clear view of the dance floor where couples rhythmically followed the steps to dances like salsa and bachata. after about your third drink, you found yourself fixating on the couples, wanting to join in with hotch, but you knew he'd say no.
as one song came to an end, a new one started. you immediately perked up at the sound of darte un beso. you looked over at hotch, only to find he was already looking at you. you made contact, your eyes silently begging.
"no," he said out loud, already knowing what you were insinuating.
"please?" you asked.
"what's going on?" jj asked.
"hotch won't dance with me," you pouted.
"i don't dance. i don't know the steps, either," he said.
"so? i'll teach you," you said.
"no thanks," he repeated.
"come on, if there's any song you should learn the bachata to, it's this one. it's easy," you explained.
"she's right, hotch. bachata is a four beat dance with simple steps. it's a beginner dance," spencer pitched in.
"i'd like to see you do it, reid," hotch retorted, earning a laugh from the rest of the team.
"amor, just one dance," you pleaded.
he looked at you, then back down at his drink, and finally back up at you before giving you a nod. you smiled bright at him and stood up, extending your hand for him to grab. he reluctantly took it, following you onto the dance floor.
once there, you placed his hands in the right positions, waiting for the right beat to join in.
"just follow me, okay? like reid said, four beats," you said.
"1, 2, 3, 4," you counted while demonstrating what he was supposed to do.
you began to lead, hotch catching on to the steps fairly quick. before you knew it, you were enjoying your time on the floor. hotch, who had convinced himself dancing was no fun, now danced smiling while holding you, one hand placed on your upper back, the other in your hand. the colourful lights and ecstatic energy of others adding to the experience. hotch looked over at you smiling brightly and couldn't help but place a long kiss on your lips, almost making you two lose the beat. when the song came to an end, you headed back to your table.
"estás segura de que el no es dominicano?" the server joked causing you and the detective to laugh.
"come on, let's go dance more," you said to hotch.
"yeah, we'll all join," emily agreed, the rest of the team nodding their heads.
this time hotch grabbed your hand, pulling you back to the dance floor, the rest of the team pairing up and following close behind. once again, you quickly found the beat, joining in with hotch, smiling wider than you had before if that was even possible.
I can't stop thinking about how much Aaron loves shorter reader! Perfect for forehead kisses and good opportunity to tease them about it whenever they as his help to reach something from the top shelf. So many soft hotch thoughts!
(as someone who’s 5’2 i love this hehe)
please all day with him he’d be kissing the top of your head and your forehead and giggling down at you when you stand on your tiptoes puckering your lips up at him for a kiss hehehe and when derek pranks you by putting your mug up too high aaron would come up behind you and help you get it down >:)
