You’re so Jealous Hotchner / Aaron Hotchner
Fem!Oc!reader X Aaron Hotchner
— SUMMARY—. The Moment Derek saw you in the break room crying over Hotch for what seam like the 100th time this month , you had bright idea to make or try to make Hotch jealous by pretending to date Derek to get Hotch attention.. Derek agreed to help you .
Warnings — angst hurt comfort, Derek helps reader make Hotch jealous , Derek sticks up for reader , JJ is mentioned she talks to reader Wc : 1.2k
Author notes : your thoughts in comments in reblogs are appreciated , I need a different setup layout … I wanted these two to build up there relationship so there could be part two .
Not proofread I missed writing in wanted to write something and here we are . 
───── 🍓….You and Derek were across the bullpen, caught up in your own world—laughing, leaning in close, your shoulders brushing against his as something he said made you giggle. You didn’t notice the conference room door open or the rest of the team filing out. You and Derek had already slipped away the second Hotch dismissed everyone, not even pretending to hide it.
JJ lingered in the doorway, arms crossed tight over her chest. She shook her head, her mouth tightening before she turned to Hotch.
“You’re an idiot, you know that, right?” she muttered, her voice sharp but quiet enough not to draw attention.
Hotch didn’t say a word, but JJ kept going, her words low and cutting.
“She’s only doing this because you let her down. She’s with Derek because you said no.”
She grabbed her files, slung her bag over her shoulder, and walked into the bullpen. Her eyes found you again—Derek’s arm hanging easily around your shoulders, your smile soft and unguarded, like nothing else in the world mattered. Derek leaned closer, whispering something that made you laugh again, your head tipping toward him.
Hotch didn’t move, didn’t speak, but JJ saw it—the tight clench of his jaw, the way his hands flexed at his sides. Derek got under his skin, and she knew it.
“Derek,” you whispered, voice low, meant only for him, “it’s been a few weeks... you think he’s noticed?”
“Oh yeah, babygirl,” he said with that knowing smirk. “He’s noticed for sure.”
You hesitated, your gaze dropping for a second before you looked back at Hotch .
“Can I ask you something else?”
“Sure. Hit me,” Derek said, his usual teasing softening around the edges.
“Why did you decide to help me?”
“Well, babygirl, to be honest, Hotch doesn’t do well with his emotions. He doesn’t open up much.” Derek shifted a little, voice dropping lower. “As for me helping you... I saw the opportunity to get him jealous. Maybe have him fight for you.”
Later, you found your way into the break room while Derek went to see Garcia about something. You were pouring yourself a cup of coffee when JJ slipped in, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.
"This thing you’ve got going on with Derek," she said, folding her arms as she leaned against the counter.
You couldn’t help but giggle, stirring your coffee slowly.
"What’s so funny?" JJ asked, raising a brow.
You smiled, lifting the cup to your lips. "It’s a tough one to chew. You gotta have an open mind." You hesitated, then nodded toward the door. "Actually... lock it for a minute?"
JJ gave you a curious look but did as you asked, turning the lock before sitting down. "Okay," she said, settling back. "Go on."
You started to pace back and forth, the words catching a little in your throat.
"I didn’t think I’d have to tell anyone," you admitted, pausing to glance at her. "But a few weeks ago, Derek found me crying over Hotch... right here in the break room."
JJ’s eyes softened, but she stayed quiet, letting you talk.
"And Derek... he decided to help me," you said, voice low. "Make Hotch jealous. Or... try to get his attention. Maybe have him fight for me."
JJ’s lips parted in surprise, but then she grinned. "That’s brilliant," she said.
You gave a soft laugh, shaking your head. "I thought you two actually—"
"No," you cut her off gently. "Derek’s wonderful. He’s been amazing. But... my heart?" You pressed a hand lightly against your chest. "It belongs to Hotch. I just... I just want him to see that."
JJ smiled gently, understanding in her eyes.
"So he’s just helping you," JJ said softly.
"Yeah," you said, nodding.
JJ tilted her head. "Do you know if it’s working?"
You hesitated. "I don't know... is it?"
JJ leaned back a little, thoughtful. "Earlier, I told him he was an idiot."
"You what?" you said, staring at her.
"I told him he was an idiot," JJ repeated, a small smirk pulling at her lips. "That the only reason you were with Derek was because he said no to you."
You opened your mouth, stunned, but before you could say anything, JJ added, quieter now, "But... I didn’t know he made you cry."
You froze, the coffee cup warming your hands, your chest tight. You didn’t realize it, but Hotch had been walking by — and he caught that last line.
"Yeah," you said quietly, glancing down. "I cried for a while. But Derek’s been there for me through this whole mess. I couldn’t thank him enough."
JJ reached out, squeezing your shoulder gently. "I’m glad he’s been there for you. You deserve to be happy."
"Thanks, JJ," you whispered. "Even though... I still want it to be with Hotch."
"I know," she said, giving your shoulder another squeeze. "I know."
You moved to the door, unlocking it slowly. As the latch clicked, Hotch stepped back, just barely caught. He must’ve been standing there, listening.
Spying, are we?" Derek’s voice called out, smirking as he spotted Hotch lingering just outside.
Hotch didn’t flinch. His voice was calm, almost too calm. "You make her happy?"
Derek's smirk faded, his voice serious now. "Man, don’t."
Hotch gave a slight nod. "Right," he said shortly, brushing past Derek without looking back.
"Wait, hold on a minute," Derek called after him, catching up. "You don’t get to do that, man."
You had just stepped into the hallway, the door swinging open behind you. You froze, hearing Derek’s voice rise.
"Look," Derek said, stepping in front of Hotch. "She cares about you. She’s in love with you."
"Derek—" you started, your arms folding across your chest, frustration bubbling up. "You call this helping?"
"I do, babygirl," Derek said, voice softening when he turned to you. "As much as I would love to be with you... I can’t. Not knowing your heart’s with him."
"He doesn’t want me," you said, voice cracking despite your best effort not to cry.
JJ stepped up beside you, giving your shoulder a supportive squeeze.
"This is too much," you whispered, blinking fast. "Derek, please, can we just go get coffee like we planned? Please?"
Derek shook his head gently. "Not this time, babygirl. You need to talk to Hotch. Okay?"
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding, and finally gave a small nod.
Before you could move, you felt a light tug at your wrist. You turned.
"Hotch—" you said, startled.
"Come with me," he said quietly, his voice steady, unreadable.
"Where are we going?" you asked, hesitating.
"My office," he said simply, his hand releasing yours as he started to walk.
You glanced over at Derek, silently pleading.
"Please... let’s just get coffee," you whispered.
Derek shook his head. "No," he said firmly. "I’ve done my part. It’s your turn now."
You had no choice but to follow Hotch across the bullpen. The silence between you was thick, tense. Once inside, he closed the door with a soft click, the room feeling too small all of a sudden.
Hotch stood behind his desk, arms crossed, his face completely unreadable.
"So was this way of trying to make me Jealous... his idea?" he asked finally, voice low.
You shook your head, folding your arms tight across your chest. "No."
"It was yours?" he asked, something sharp flickering in his eyes.
"Yes," you said, your voice firm. "Why are you so shocked?"
You shifted, your arms folding tighter across your chest.
"Hotch, tell me something," you said, your voice low. "Why is it when you were the one telling me no... that we couldn’t happen, that it would be dangerous , that you couldn’t put me in your world , that I deserve better then you but to tell you the truth I’m already in your world , but you never asked me once what I wanted, and then another guy not just another guy Derek decides to pay attention to me... you get all defensive? Mad? Jealous?" Like I’m yours?
Hotch didn't flinch. His expression stayed unreadable, that same cool mask he always wore.
"Jealous?" he repeated, his voice flat. "I'm not jealous."
You gave a dry laugh, shaking your head. "Really? Then what was that in the hall?"
Hotch’s jaw tensed, but he said nothing.
"Derek came after me… Hotch , said . But you said something to him first , you say .
He stayed silent for a second too long, and you knew you had him.
"I said..." he started slowly, voice tight, "he made you happy."
You waited, your heart hammering.
"He didn’t make you cry," Hotch finished quietly.
"And then," Hotch said, his voice turning clipped, "he told me not to say anything. So I walked off. He came after me for round two."
You dropped your gaze, your chest aching. Your arms wrapped tighter around yourself like a shield.
"You heard... that I cried over you?" you asked, barely above a whisper.
"Yes," Hotch said simply, his voice steady, but his eyes giving him away.
Hotch stepped closer, his presence quiet but commanding.
"You did all this to make me jealous," he said, voice low. "Or... to try to make me jealous."
You lifted your chin slightly, meeting his gaze head-on.
"Just admit it," you said, a small, teasing smile tugging at your lips. "It worked."
Hotch's jaw tensed, his dark eyes locked on yours.
"If I said it worked," he asked carefully, "what happens next?"
Your hand, without you even realizing it, found his chest. Your fingers brushed the front of his shirt, lightly playing with the buttons.
"I'm still mad at you, Aaron," you said, voice soft but steady.
He froze, his eyes flickering with something you couldn't quite place.
"Aaron," he repeated, almost like he was tasting the word. "That’s the first time I’ve heard you say my name."
You felt the heat rise in your cheeks but didn’t pull away.
"I love it," he said, barely above a whisper.
Hotch let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, his posture stiff, but his eyes warmer now, less guarded.
I want you Aaron , all of you I don’t care how messy it can get you whisper I don’t want perfect I just — want me he interrupted you , you nodded …
What if I took you to get that coffee Hotch said , pulling you in , I’m still mad you whisper , that’s okay he says as his eyes never left yours . Okay coffee it is .
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