Katie’s Readings

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[katies-readings]

Welcome to my page!

My name is Katie, and I’m a writer who dabbles in a few different fandoms. This is my secondary page where I plan to build a collection of my favourite stories, both from other writers and some of my own. Hope you enjoy!

Main Accounts:

@hotchnerobsessed | @ortizobsessed | @castiglioneobsessed

What To Expect:

-Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)

-Frank Castle (The Punisher)

-Juice Ortiz (Sons of Anarchy)

-EZ Reyes (Mayans M.C.)

-Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

-Steve Rogers (Captain America)

-(..maybe the odd one here and there from other shows/movies I’m interested in 🤫)

As of right now, I have personally only written for three characters, but I hope to extend that to include Frank Castle in the future!

These are my current Masterlists:

Aaron Hotchner

Juice Ortiz

EZ Reyes

[bvckleyydiaz]

smut ahead! 18+ ONLY, MDNI

okay, so... making out with aaron on the couch in his office.

this is how i imagine it going down:

you and aaron have been dating for a while by now, but you haven't told the rest of the team because you wanted to have something to yourselves. so, you're staying late one night to finish some paperwork, and you look at him from across his office at your place from his couch.

you're struggling one of the things on the report, so you ask him to help you. "honey, will you look at this report for me and make sure i did it right? i don't think i did."

he nods and tells you "of course i'll help you, my love." 🤧🤧🤧 so precious.

he comes over to the couch and sits close to you to read what you wrote for your report. but when he sits next to you, you set the report down. he looks at you all confused and he's like "didn't you need me to help you with that?"

you just smirk and say, "nope."

you then climb into his lap, straddle him with both of your knees on either side of his hips, and kiss him. aaron's surprised by this, but you were kissing him. his brain is fried. that man is not going to focus on anything else.

so, you guys are kissing, and it's getting heated. your hands in his hair and his hands all over you (he especially loves your ass). he tries keeping himself calm while he's kissing you, but you're not really helping the situation by grinding down onto him. 😋

so, it isn't long before you're both horny, moaning messes.

"i've always wanted to ride you on this couch," you whisper to him.

so that's exactly what you do. you ride your sexy old man within an inch of his life.

(the next morning, aaron walks through the bullpen to get to his office and derek whistles at him, smirking.

"never pegged you to be an exhibitionist, hotch," he says.

aaron's confused. "what do you mean?"

emily pipes up from next to derek, a matching smirk. "your blinds were open. the cameras saw everything."

aaron's response of a red face sends the two of them into fits of laughter.)

tagging: @greg-montgomery @montyfandomlove @ssamorganhotchner @hotchstanaccount @hotchnerobsessed @ssahotchnerr @ihavemanyhusbands @luvehotch @criminalskies @hotchsdoormat @darlingsfandom @moonlightspencie @hotchandspencearedilfs @ssaspencerreidswife @marvelsmistress

[katies-readings]

Oh my god 💀

Poor Aaron would be MORTIFIED.

But mostly because he’d be worried for you 🥺

[ssahotchnerr]

Do you think Aaron would be the type to cry when he sees his partner walking down the aisle at their wedding? 🥹 or just maybe tear up and then tell partner how stunning they looked afterwards/privately?

omg absolutely 😭😭😭

i can easily picture him being emotional the whole day - AND the night before 🥹 hehe penelope was dragging you away for a last lil bachelorette sleepover so you had to say a teensy goodbye to aaron 🤭 hehe you're like - 'see you at the alter 🥰🥰🥰' and AH he smiles so so so big and his eyes get a little misty and he gives you suchhh a sweet kiss 🥰

and the day of - since he can't see you (but he did try multiple times to sneak away but was ultimately caught by dave 🙄) he keeps sending jack throughout the day instead 😭 along with little notes to give you <33333 saying how much he loves you and can't wait to spend forever with you and some suggestive things for your wedding night 🤭😏<333333

so omg once the wedding starts - he's already tearing up 😭😭😭 once the music starts playing the anticipation is at an ALL time high and he can't wait to finally see you 🥹 and once he does, he def can't hold back tears 😭💓💕

[hotchsdoormat]

[katies-readings]

Oh my GOD. STOP IT RIGHT NOW.

THIS IS TOO MUCH 😭😭

Sending Jack with little notes I CAN’T 😫♥️

[bvckleyydiaz]

okay, listen.

i know that i have literally a million other things i should be working on, but i have a perfectly good reason. hear me out.

imagine surprising aaron with breakfast in bed.

like, it's not his birthday or father's day or anything like that. you've just noticed how hard he's been working, so you wanted to surprise him and do something nice for him.

it's the weekend, and you and aaron don't have to go into work and jack is already awake. so you go to him and ask him, "hey, bug. i have an awesome idea. i was going to make your dad breakfast and surprise him. do you want to help?"

his enthusiastic "yes!!" is so cute and just makes your heart melt. he's so precious. so, the two of you get all of the stuff to make aaron's favorite: french toast.

you and jack are having a blast making breakfast, and when you go into your bedroom with the tray in your hands and jack right behind you, you notice that aaron's already awake.

"what's all this?" he asks, putting his phone beside him.

"y/n and i made you breakfast, daddy! we made you french toast!"

then his face gets all soft and smiley and he just goes, "you guys did all this for me?"

🤧 yes my love all for you. you deserve it. when you tell him that, he grins so wide like this

and he eats that french toast like it's the most delicious thing he's ever had (and to him it is). pls soft!hotch is my weakness.

tagging: @moonlightspencie @montyfandomlove @ssamorganhotchner @matthew-gray-gubler-lover @ihavemanyhusbands @ivyproblems @hotchstanaccount @hotchnerobsessed @hotchandspencearedilfs @mrs-ssa-hotch @greg-montgomery @ssaspencerreidswife @find-y0ur-j0y

[katies-readings]

Okay this is too damn cute 😭😭 he absolutely does deserve it!!!

[mysterioustyping]

paring - schmidt x reader, nick miller x reader, winston x reader

intro - a collection of one shots involving the lovable men of the loft

chapters ~

perfect picnic - (you’ve never been on a picnic and schmidt declares to make this the best one)

movie magic -

little laughs -

soft smiles -

(to be continued)

[magicchai-deactivated20250622]

could you write something about painting schmidt’s nails ?

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒.

pairings ; platonic!schmidt x platonic!reader

warnings ; schmidt being midly stereotypical at the start, platonic fun otherwise schmidt’s dramatic self.

word count ; 664

additional notes ; ꒰ photos do not depict the image of reader ꒱ ─ wrote this literally at the start of last year, enjoy!

“why do you need to paint my nails, y/n?” asks schmidt, feet carrying him out the bathroom and through the expanse of the loft, you following swiftly behind him with eagerness present. “because, no one else is in and i’m so bored,” you reply. 

“where’s jess when you need her?” schmidt sighs as he sits on the corner side of the couch, you sitting far too close beside him for his own comfort as he swindles his body as if you just tried to attack him.  

“you’re a crazy person! no! no you can’t paint my nails, i’m a male, i’m a man. plus, the moment nick sees he will make me regret it for the rest of his life,”. “that’s traditional views, boring. plus, it’s nick, we know that’s not for much longer, he’s an old man,” you try to joke, moving yourself to follow him teasingly, “don’t say that.”

you whine as schmidt stands from his position, back towards the television as he turns to you who sits on the edge of the couch, staring at him with a hopeful gaze. “why is this so important?”, “i’m so bored, you know that. i’ve been dealing with so much workload recently, you also know that. let me have a half hour break to paint your nails, please.” 

schmidt rolls his eyes in despair, meanwhile walking back to the couch to reply with a very low and quiet, “okay, fine.” you squeal in joy as you stand to run to jess room to grab her endless number of nail polishes, pretending the laptop with your deadlines sprawling the screen isn’t placed upon the desk awaiting your return.

once you walk back, you notice he’s not by the couch anymore and for a moment you think he’s made a run for it until you hear him from the kitchen and following his voice, he is perked upon one of the bar stools, kitchen roll placed on the table where one hand holds it down. “i don’t want any nail polish on my suit or furniture, i would simply scream”.

“so what colour is the suit you are wearing tomorrow? i’ll pick the same colour so you don’t look like an idiot going into work,” schmidt eyebrows furrow at your words, in complete shock, “like the colour of my nails are the issue here — what even makes you think i know what i’m wearing tomorrow?” you raise your eyebrows towards him, expression one which indicates you know him far too well. 

“fine, it’s navy.” his words cause you to litter through the large bag filled with coloured nail polishes, most of them bright and colourful like jess’ personality, left are the duller colours at the bottom, clearly discarded and unused at the bottom of the bag.

you pull a shade of navy from it, showing him which only causes him to continue rolling his eyes dramatically all the while he extends his hands, dress shirt riding up his wrist and blazer already hung neatly away in fear of a singlet droplet of varnish tarnishing his outfit.

his face remains stoic and mildly confused as you begin to start from his left thumb and work your way across the hand, delicately and carefully shaping the colour over the area of his nails. schmidt’s expression softens slightly while he watches the way you hardly blink, tongue poking from your mouth as your concentration sticks to his hand in order to perfect your work.

“kim is totally going to make fun of me in front of all the woman at work tomorrow,” schmidt complains while you move to the other hand, even though his words show discomfort, he raises his finished hand to admire, causing you to laugh. 

“well they’ll be jealous, you’ll be the prettiest one there,” you tease coolly as you continue, his free elbow nudging your side jokingly as he goes back to look over the navy blue fitting his nails perfectly, maybe it wasn’t so bad. 

⤸

taglist form . the library . all blurbs . schmidt masterlist

[katies-readings]

This is so cute 🥺 I want it 🥺

[xhartbigx]

Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.

I’m curious!

[brynnwrites]

Sleep Snuggler

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: Hotch unexpectedly shows up at reader’s hotel room when he has a nightmare during a case. Reader consoles him and discovers something interesting about his sleeping habits...

Type: pure blissful fluffiness (soft!hotch makes me weak)

Warnings: none

Everyone on the team had nightmares, even though they were rarely openly discussed.

You had reconciled long ago that it was just part of the job. You had been on the BAU team for almost three years and had come to accept fighting sleepless nights several days a week with melatonin drops and your favorite TV show.

Spencer was the only one with whom you had actually discussed nightmares with out loud. He reassured you that they weren't constant, but warned you that they never did truly go away. That much you had figured out for yourself, but it was nice to have verbal reassurance that you weren't alone.

That's when you and Spencer agreed that whenever either of you woke up from a nightmare you would call the other and, if it was bad enough, come keep them company until they felt comfortable going back to sleep. That's why when you heard a knock on your hotel room door during a case, you were confused as to why you didn't have any missed calls or texts.

You assumed it was Spencer but looked through the peephole anyways. What you saw made you question for a moment if you were actually awake.

"Hotch?" You asked quietly, opening the door and squinting at the brightness of the hallway light.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry to wake you, I just..." he looked scared and was breathing hard, prompting your next question.

"Is everything okay? Is the rest of the team okay?" You asked groggily, teaching up to rub one of your eyes.

"Yes, yes, they're fine," he nodded, "it's just...gah, this sounds so stupid when I actually try to say it."

"Hotch, if something's bothering you, you can tell me," you said softly.

"I had a nightmare," he said, his usual stoic, confident tone much more quiet and unsure, "you were in it, and I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Oh, Hotch," you placed your hand over your heart, "that's really sweet of you to check on me. You have absolutely nothing to worry about, well, I mean, besides the case, but you don't have to worry about that until tomorrow." That was your attempt at making him smile, but when he remained uneasy you continued, "I'm fine, okay? Look at me, no harm done at all, everything is functioning."

You have a little twirl and wiggles your fingers and toes for emphasis. That made him crack, sighing into an almost-smile. That was sufficient for you.

"It just seemed so real, I needed to make sure," he shook his head at himself, "again, it sounds so stupid when I say it out loud."

"It's not stupid, Hotch," you reassured him, boldly reaching out to grab his hand, "But if we're going to continue this conversation, we better do it in here before we wake up the whole floor."

Hotch pursed his lips and nodded, allowed you to lead him inside your small hotel room, "you can stay as long as you need to, and we can just talk. That's what me and Spencer do sometimes when we have nightmares. We go to each other's apartments and just chill until the other feels okay going back to sleep again."

"You and Reid go to each other's apartments at night?" He asked, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

You could've sworn you saw a spark of jealously flash in his eyes for a moment, but you blamed it on being sleep deprived.

"Sometimes, yes," you giggled, "we never do anything, if that's what you're asking. We're just friends. We'll sit on the couch and usually watch Star Trek if we're at his place or baking shows if we're at mine. It helps just having someone there, not being alone."

Hotch nodded wordlessly, still standing there while you sat with one leg tucked under you on the edge of the bed. He looked contemplative as he scanned the room you were in, allowing your eyes to rake over his form without him noticing.

He looked so much softer, so domestic in his pj's. It was what you expected him to wear, a plain white tee shirt and some plain black sweatpants, and from the looks of it they were thrown on hastily, as they were on backwards. You giggled to yourself, until it registered in your mind that that most likely meant he slept in just his tee shirt and boxers. Or maybe just the boxers. That was enough to make your cheeks flush pink, thankful that the room was dark enough to conceal it.

"What?" Hotch asked quietly.

"Huh?"

"You're staring," he said in his profiler voice.

"Oh, sorry," you giggled, "it's just that your sweatpants, they're on backwards. And inside out."

Hotch laughed, he actually laughed and ran a hand over his face, "I'm just really doing well tonight, aren't I?"

"You sure are," you teased, glancing over your shoulder at the clock on the nightstand, "It's three am, you should try to get some more sleep."

"I know, this is entirely inappropriate, I shouldn't be in here," he said quickly, turning to go but you called out his name, causing him to freeze.

"Or you could stay. That way if the nightmare comes back you can know that I'm still okay?" You offered.

"Y/N, I really shouldn't," he began to argue, although you could tell he didn't want to go.

"I won't tell anyone, I promise," you pushed, "please, just stay."

And so he did, turning on his heel to face you once more. You slid to the other side of the bed, getting comfy as you waited for him to climb in next to you."

"Do you mind if I fix this?" He asked, referring to his askew sweatpants.

"Not at all," you chirped, unable to control the words that left your mouth next, "And if you're more comfortable without them, I really don't mind you taking them off all together."

Even in the darkness, you could tell that flustered him. He shook his head, looking down at his feet with the slightest smirk on his face before removing the article of clothing and slipping under the covers.

"Goodnight, Hotch," you said, turning away from him so that he couldn't see how much this was getting to you, having him so close.

"Goodnight, Agent Y/L/N," he murmured into the dark. That's the last thing you heard before you fell back into your once uninterrupted, peaceful sleep.

With morning came the sun shining through the crack in the hotel window curtains. It filled you with warmth as you fluttered your eyes open, startling yourself when you felt an unfamiliar weight on you.

You looked down to see a mass of dark brown hair almost blocking your view of the arm draped across your waist, and the memories of the night came flooding back. Aaron Hotchner was in your room. In your bed. And now he was snuggling you.

You almost couldn't believe it and definitely couldn't control the widespread grin on your face as you tilted your head to the side to get a slight look at his own. You were on your back and his face was snuggled into your tee shirt clad chest. His lips were rosy and parted, letting out little puffs of air as his nose was pressed into the fabric causing it to scrunch slightly. His eyelashes looked so long from your point of view as they rested gently against his flushed cheeks. You then noticed one of his legs was tangled with yours as you shifted slightly, the hairs on his leg rubbing against your bare one, causing you to shudder slightly at the sensation. You tried really hard not to focus on the fact that he was also wearing just his boxers on the bottom, choosing to let your mind linger on the more innocent parts of the delicate moment.

You laid like that for what felt like an eternity, but you didn't mind one bit. You spent the seconds carding your fingers through his surprisingly silky hair, moving it off his forehead lovingly before letting it fall back into place. Your other hand traced tiny shapes on his muscular back.

You wished you could stay like that forever.

But alas, there was a job to be done, and it just so happened that Hotch naturally woke up every day at 6:45 like clockwork, if he wasn't woken up by a work call sooner. His eyelashes fluttered as he struggled to open his eyes, his body obviously content in the sleepy state it was in, not wanting to wake.

He moved slowly, face lifting slightly to register his surroundings before meeting your gaze.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," you cooed, somewhat teasingly, but with a hint of meaning behind it. He was, indeed, beautiful when he slept.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to crowd you," he said, voice gravelly and way too good sounding for it to be that early in the morning, "I hope I didn't wake you."

"Not at all," you hummed, deciding to resume the movement of your hand through his hair, to gauge his reaction, "the sun had no trouble doing that."

Surprisingly, Hotch made a noise of amusement, relaxing into your hand that was in his hair, letting his head rest on your chest once again. He must've still been really tired to not question the action.

"How come you didn't warn me you were a sleep snuggler?" You asked smugly, relishing in the feeling of his warm breath on you when he laughed lightly.

"In all honesty, I didn't know I was," he said with a shrug, "I kind of like it, though."

"Me too," you agreed sweetly, "and I kind of like this Hotch."

"What do you mean?" He asked curiously.

"I like you all sleepy and warm and not worrying about it being unprofessional or whatever," you replied with a giggle.

He screwed his eyes shut, his voice lowering to its usual Hotch tone, "It is unprofessional," but his actions contradicted him as he snugged his face further, "however, this is far to comfortable for me to fight you on it, so I'll let it slide, just this once."

Your balloon of hope in your chest deflated as reality struck. Of course, this was a one time thing.

"Right," you mumbled, shifting uncomfortably underneath him. He could sense the change in mood, as he rose up and propped himself on his elbow next to you, removing his arm and his leg from you.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing, it's nothing," you shook your head, mustering up a fake smile, "I'm fine."

"For a profiler, you really are bad at hiding that you're lying," he smirked.

"I'm not lying!" You defended quickly, "Really, don't worry about it."

"It? So there is something wrong," he said triumphantly, "tell me."

You sighed, grabbed the pillow behind you and plopping it over your face dramatically, "I don't want this to be a one time thing."

"I couldn't hear you," he said teasingly, "move the pillow and speak up."

You cursed yourself for being so attuned to following his orders as your body automatically removed the pillow from your face, now flushed a dark pink.

"I don't want this to be a one time thing," you admitted sadly, knowing he would tell you that he didn't feel that way or that relationships within the team were off limits.

He sighed, a small smile tracing his face. You could get used to him smiling. He looked down at your arm, now resting where his was on your tummy, and placed his hand on it lightly, ghosting his finger up and down the length of it. Goosebumps erupted over your skin.

When he finally spoke, it was soft, "I was hoping you would say that."

You were taken aback, "Huh?"

"I don't want this to be a one time thing either," he said, meeting your surprised gaze. You must be still asleep, you knew you had to be dreaming.

"Really?" You asked dumbly, unable to coherently put together a better reaction.

He chuckled, "yes, really. I've been trying to figure out a way to tell you how I've been feeling for months. I guess I can thank my nightmares for giving me an excuse."

You shook your head with a dumbfounded smile, "What now?"

"Well, we'll have to work out the logistics of it professionally, of course," he said solemnly before smiling once more, "but I have a feeling we can make it work just fine."

You smiled, giddy with all the possibilities of a future with Hotch. Your Hotch.

"Get back down here, sleep snuggler," you demanded with a laugh as you pulled him down unceremoniously on top of you once more.

You spent what was left of the morning before Hotch had to sneak back to his room under the covers, all wrapped up in each other.

It was bliss. Pure bliss.

[katies-readings]

UGH YES his beautiful eyelashes 😩😩

And “Your Hotch” just AHHHHH 🥺🥺

THIS WAS SO GOOD

[ssahotchnerr]

aaron and jack are sick so reader takes care of them🥺

cough medicine

🥺 wc; 1.1k cw; mild descriptions of illness, established relationship, fluff <3

midway through the morning, you received a call from jack's school.

you honestly weren't surprised; this morning, jack had been very unusually quiet for himself. during breakfast, which he merely picked at, he had barely uttered a word. it had taken him longer to get out of bed and to get dressed. on a normal day, either you or aaron, would simply go into his room once- just as his father, jack had always been a stickler for routine, creating the habit of being an easy riser- but today, you had gone into his room three times to make sure he was awake.

of course to be safe, you had checked his temperature. he wasn't running a fever, and he was up for attending school, not wanting to stay home when you asked. in addition, the cough he was sporting was only mild. so, you made sure to pack a ziploc of cough drops in his backpack, along with a note to his teacher to allow their usage throughout the day, and drove him to school as normal. you had thrown in during drop off, that if he began to feel worse, to please go to the nurse and ask to be picked up.

he had clearly taken your advice, and seeing him waiting for you in the office, feverish and flushed, you felt guilty for not keeping him home to begin with.

luckily his school wasn't far and signing him out went rather quickly, and so it was only a matter of time before he was comfortable in his pajamas, the two of you lounging on the couch with a movie on.

jack was curled up strictly against your side, his cheek pressed against your arm. a blanket enveloped the both of you as chills had overwhelmed his body, freezing despite the layer of sweat persistent on his forehead.

he kept dozing in and out, and as you were sitting there, you sent off a quick text to aaron.

10:37 am: jack's sick :( just picked him up from school.

twenty minutes passed, and aaron still hadn't responded to your message. strange, you thought to yourself, but chalked it up to the probability that he was most likely stuck in a meeting. however, as soon as the idea crossed your mind, you heard the front door unlocking. low and behold, aaron entered the apartment.

just as jack, his face was completely flushed. the look on his face was utter defeat, accompanied by slight annoyance.

"look," you commented, jack's head perking up a bit. "it looks like you're not the only one who's caught a bug."

aaron opened his mouth to respond, only to be cut short by a fit of coughing. unlike jack, it was far from mild- the kind of cough that sounded like it hurt.

and it must've, because aaron visibly winced once the coughing ceased. he quickly detoured into the kitchen to grab water, and shortly after you heard his footsteps distancing as he walked down the hall.

leaving jack on the couch, but not leaving without planting a kiss on the top of his head and recovering him with the blanket, you followed aaron into your bedroom.

"diagnosis?" you asked teasingly, small amusement in your voice. knowing aaron, you knew what he was about to say.

aaron playfully rolled his eyes, undoing his tie and letting it hang from his neck before answering as expected, "i'm fine. i could've pushed through the rest of the day, but dave nearly threw me out of the building."

you narrowed your eyes slightly, taking note of his awfully scratchy voice. you placed your hand on his cheek, before moving it to his forehead. your eyebrows furrowed at the heat you were met with. "remind me to thank him."

again, aaron responded with an eye roll. "i'm fi-"

"nope." you cut him off, pulling his tie off him yourself. "just like your son, get in your pjs. now." your lips drew into a line, giving him a minor, pitiful smile.

as instructed, and knowing better than to argue with you, aaron changed and quickly joined where you and jack had been camping out. he took his place at your other side, attached to your hip similar to jack. his face was fully tucked into your neck, an arm lazily draped over your waist. his fingers also found home underneath your shirt, directly above your hip; his fingertips mindlessly drawing patterns on your skin.

if anything, he was attempting to distract himself from how horribly he was currently felt.

once the movie ended, you rounded up your boys, declaring it was time for round of medicine. you received small groans of protest from both in the process.

the three of you crowded in the bathroom, jack seated on the counter as aaron leaned against the doorway. you poured a small dosage of children's cough medicine for jack, before doing the same for aaron but for adults.

once the small cup was in hand, jack's expression fell into one of apprehensiveness- he hated the taste of medicine. his eyes even teared up a bit, his fever definitely not helping in the idea of taking such.

"i know it tastes really gross, but it'll make you feel better." you offered, giving him a solemn yet hopeful look. "i promise."

aaron also knew just the thing to help. "here, we'll go at same time?" he took his medicine cup from you, holding it to his lips. "ready?"

on the count of three, aaron downed his batch of medicine. jack displayed a moment of hesitancy, but followed soon after.

while jack mainly resembled haley, you often found aaron in almost all his expressions. and this was no different- you had a pair of twins right before you.

the two of them had made the exact same expression- eyes squeezed shut, noses scrunched at the tangy taste, before a distasteful look covered their faces. you had a glass of water waiting for jack too, which he eagerly accepted.

you resisted the urge to smile, silently admiring the two you would go to the ends of the world for, the two you loved so immensely. but your heart also just about snapped into two pieces, the fact that both of them were sick weighing heavily on it.

"c'mon." aaron hoisted jack off the counter, grabbing your hand and giving it a tight squeeze in replacement of a kiss. while he would never deny your contact while sick, he simply refrained from giving you kisses in awareness of his germs, much to your dismay. but, he did always make up for the lack of affection once better. "what movie are we watching next?"

[katies-readings]

Awwww this is too cute 🥺🥺

Both of those Hotchner boys deserve all the love when they’re feeling under the weather ♥️♥️

[morehotch]

wake up

info: just waking up with aaron, fluff, kissing  (+ gender neutral reader)

wc: 1.1k

Aaron loves waking up with you.

Today, Aaron wakes up first like he usually does, smiling softly to himself when he realizes your limbs are still tangled together, still in the same position you fell asleep in last night, his arm wrapped around your waist and your legs draped over his. 

Aaron picks his hand up from where it limply rests around your hip as his fingertips gingerly graze over your bare shoulder, the pads of his fingers pressing into your skin softly.

Usually a small touch like that wouldn’t wake you- but it was Aaron’s touch. Aaron’s touch is different and it always has your eyes fluttering open instinctively, the feather light taps flooding your body with so much warmth that it makes you eager to open your eyes and greet the man that you know awaits you.

Today is no different as you move your arm first, muscles stretching as you push up on his torso. Aaron watches you dazedly, watching the way your eyelashes meet your skin for a long blink before you look up at him with a simplistic stare of love.

You look at him with a sleepy smile as he stares intently, drinking in every detail of your movement. You feel comfortable under his gaze- eyes not shifting and body staying still in security. You feel completely exposed and completely comfortable with Aaron, staying pressed against his warm body as you’re left wondering who would speak first.

Today  it’s Aaron, as his rough, low morning voice breaks the light, silence-filled air. “Good morning,” he rasps, words laced with tiredness and sleep. It’s a vulnerable tone that you appreciate, knowing how few people get to hear his sunrise mumblings that tickle your close skin, words settling into the small space between the two of you. 

The light that streams from your windows pours into your shared bedroom, hitting the details of his bare face so perfectly, highlighting the pointed slope of his nose and the large brown pools of his eyes and messy, endearing bed head.

He doesn’t look at you for a response, instead letting you toy with his fingers, fitting them in and out of your palm as you blink away your sleepiness. 

“Hi,” you whisper back after a few moments, slightly leaning off of him to settle into the crook of his arm, letting his hand that was wrapped around you trail along your spine to settle at the small of your back. Aaron’s large palm spreads over your skin, pushing up your thin shirt to press against your bare skin, his warm hand meeting your equally warm back.

He smiles at his own action, letting his eyes crease in the familiar way that you’ve grown to memorize and anticipate. The way his eyes are so knowing, it sometimes feels as if you don’t even have to speak with Aaron- he just knows.

Aaron always knows and he knows now that you want to kiss him. He can see the calculations in your eyes, the slight movement of your hand that comes to gently cup his cheek. Even when he anticipates your touch, he’s still struck by how soft your hand is and how carefully you hold him with such pure, gentle intentions.

You thumb over his delicate skin and lean up suddenly to kiss him, lips barely connecting with his as Aaron’s mouth grazes along your chin. It’s messy but there is no embarrassment or hesitation. There’s a sense of understanding that it was the drowsiness you both shared that intruded upon your attempt at affection. 

You are only together for a few quick seconds and as soon as you pull away, you want more. Aaron adjusts his hand accordingly, helping you prop yourself over his body to meet him again. This time, more awake and with intent, as you tilt your head at an angle you’ve memorized to perfectly meet Aaron’s lips, using all the minimal energy you had in the early morning to melt into Aaron sweetly.

You feel his hands everywhere at once, roaming your waist, your hips, and shoulder leisurely, dragging across your exposed collarbone. Your body has grown to learn and practically memorize how Aaron touches you as your lips part against his, letting your hand run through his silky strands of hair. He softly kisses you, raising up to meet you halfway as you feel warmth flood your body, feeling more and more awake with every second that passes. 

You break away but remain close to Aaron, lazily resting your head on his chest and letting your eyes close for a few seconds that stretch into longer moments of serene silence as you listen to Aaron’s slow breathing. 

Silence with Aaron was comforting- it was different from normal, tense quietness that always implied impending consequences. 

Quietness with Aaron only meant a shared feeling of overwhelming satisfaction and contentment, at a place in your relationship where no words were needed. That level of comfort and domesticity always surprised you, but silence with Aaron reached intimate places that words weren’t necessarily able to.

“Should we get up?” Aaron asks hoarsely, already knowing your response but asking anyway. He wants to hear more of your voice. It seems like it will never get old, it seems like there’s always something new to discover. Maybe it’s the draw of your words or your little sigh or the way you looked so tired yet awake and so in love, whatever it was- it was entirely captivating. 

Aaron never thought he could be that enamored with someone, where every little movement felt so memorable and every experience with you felt so transformative. It’s easy to feel lucky,  because he wakes up everyday to the very person he dreamed of. 

“No,” you mutter against his t-shirt, lulling him from his thoughts as you feel his chest shake gently from small bursts of muffled laughter.

“Okay,” Aaron relents easily, sinking down further into your bed, not needing that much convincing anyways.

Your lips brush against his now close shoulder and move silently to kiss his neck and you smile against his warm cheek that’s pressed close against you, feeling a satisfying prickle of stubble against your skin. You resume almost the same position you had woken up in, secure in Aaron’s hold as you think about the upcoming day.

When you’re lying in bed with Aaron, it seems like a separate place, disconnected from the rest of the world in the best possible way. It’s a pure place, full of pure intentions. A place to start your day and return to at night, waking up in each other’s presence and touch before tending to your eventual responsibilities and obligations. It always guaranteed a small burst of happiness for Aaron and it always ensured that he goes to bed and wakes up with something to look forward to. It’s something he is sure that he needs, something he wants, and something he never wants to lose. 

Aaron loves waking up to you.

[katies-readings]

What I wouldn’t give to experience this with him 😩😭

This was SO CUTE I can’t handle it 🥺♥️

[dudeitiskarev]

MASTERLIST

Requests: open

════ ⋆ AARON HOTCHNER ⋆ ════

Sudden Desire — Completed (18+) Original female character

Stella’s always been into older men, but she never meant to fall for her mom’s new boyfriend. 

Closer — Completed (18+) Original female character

After being dragged to a bachelor party, Agent Aaron Hotchner saves a stripper from a pig who touches her without her consent, but it’s not that what led them to be on each other’s bed almost every night. 

Untouched — on going (slow updates) Latina OFC.

The exit of Penelope Garcia brought in a new addition to the team. Bianca is a hopeless romantic who enjoys murders more than she admits to. Since day one she’s been labeled as exceptional and it’s not until a former member of the BAU returns that she has to prove herself to her team. 

Irresistible — on going (18+) virgin female reader

A series of horny events. 

Whispers of the Heart — on going (slow updates) deaf female reader

This is a love story. 

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[morehotch]

[10:50 PM]

“is this okay?” aaron asks gently as he turns on the shower, immediately switching it to a warmer temperature.

“yes,” you whisper hoarsely, eyes closed as you feel aaron’s fingers begin to comb through your hair, wetting the strands as you stand in the shower together.

ever since you broke your arm in the field, aaron has been extremely determined and stubbornly intent on doing every simple task that you now found difficult— which included effectively showering.

he grabs the bottle of your mango scented shampoo and soothingly lathers your hair as he whispers for you to relax, silently noting how tense you are. you obviously appreciate your boyfriend helping you but you are also stubborn and hate feeling like you need constant help and supervision, especially with such trivial and typically ordinary tasks.

aaron is very aware of this, being nothing but gentle and sweet as he carefully washes your hair with soft touches and the occasionally sneaky kiss to your neck.

aaron gets out first and grabs a warm towel for you. “here,” he carefully helps you out and tightly wraps the towel around you, helping to take off the sleeve you have on your cast so you don't get it wet.

you sit on the bathroom countertop as you and aaron finish getting ready for bed. he also insists on applying your skincare routine for you. “should i carry you to bed?” he asks, grinning while standing in between your legs and rubbing in your moisturizer into your skin.

“i hurt my arm, not my legs. i can still walk,” you laugh as aaron looks at you unsatisfied with furrowed brows.

aaron frowns, “just let me take care of you, sweetheart. please.” he softly grips your waist as he hoists you up, carrying you towards your shared bed and laughing with you as giggle into his chest, accepting your not so bad fate.

[katies-readings]

SO. CUTE. I, too, am so bad for not allowing people to help me with mundane tasks when I need it, I feel like such a burden. Aaron would be the absolute softest partner making sure you knew that needing help wasn’t a bad thing 🥺♥️

[honeypiehotchner]

i’m hardwired differently (Hotch x Autistic!Fem!Reader) -- one shot

Just me doing my usual thing which is posting a fic late at night for no fucking reason mwah! I’ve been in a bit of a weird place lately (honestly not sure why) but writing this comfort helped so much, so I hope you guys love it too!

There isn’t enough love out there for autistic peeps (like myself) in fanfiction, so fuck it, I’m gonna start contributing! I wanna see my real self in fanfiction and I’m sure other autistic peeps feel the same xx.

Warnings: small meltdown, anxious thoughts, established relationship (I picture them as dating for 6ish months but friends for at least a year), ~based on true events in my life~ (but all is good now)

Listening to Aaron talk to old friends on the phone shouldn’t make you as sad as it does.

Not because you believe he can’t have any friends outside of you — that’s not at all the type of girlfriend you are. But because when he talks with them, the conversation is easy.

His laughter echoes down the hall into the living room where you’re currently sitting, curled up on the couch with a book. It’s what you do every evening after dinner when he’s normally working on some paperwork or reading next to you.

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[katies-readings]

“You didn’t say it, but he felt it, you knew he had become a safe person, and now months later, he still is.”

I NEED IT 😭

This was so soothing 🥺

[hotchaways]

Hi Riley! I see you’re asking for requests! Would you be interested in writing a blurb about a Hotchner family pet? Maybe something unexpected? 🤍

Hope you have a lovely weekend!!

hi, elle!!! thank you for sending in a request, i definitely enjoyed writing this one :) i hope you like it!! 💓

“Momma, can we get the tasty banana bread at the farmer’s market today?” Jack asked as he held your hand and walked alongside you, “I also want the blueberries they sell over there!”

“Mhm, we’ll get everything you want, buddy,” You smiled down at him and swung your hands together, “Daddy said he’ll meet us there, okay?”

“Okay!” Jack beamed brightly at you, “Will we eat lunch at the park?”

“I think daddy has enough time for us to eat lunch at the park, buddy,” You said as Jack nodded in response. Spotting Aaron standing near the entrance, you prompted Jack to spot his father, “Jackers, look, daddy’s there!”

Jack furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to spot Aaron until a smile washed over his face when he did, “Daddy! Daddy!”

Aaron smiled warmly as he welcomed his son in his arms for a hug, “Hey there, buddy. Ready to eat lunch?”

“Uhuh! Momma said we’ll buy the tasty banana bread and blueberries at the farmer’s market today,” Jack giggled as Aaron picked him up, “You like those too, right, daddy?”

“Of course I do,” Aaron smiled and held your waist with his free hand and kissed your temple, “Momma’s always looking out for us, doesn’t she?”

“It’s my favorite job in the world,” You grinned up at Aaron and leaned your head on his shoulder, “Besides being a kindergarten teacher. Don’t tell the kids I said that.”

“Maybe I need a kiss to shut me up,” Aaron looked down at you and laughed as you lightly pushed his shoulder, “Okay, that’s a no then. What do you want for lunch, Hotchners?”

“I want some fish and chips, daddy!” Jack replied as he wrapped his arms around Aaron, “I think momma wants some- daddy, look over there!”

You and Aaron followed Jack’s eyesight that led to a small puppy adoption fair at the middle of the farmer’s market, which caused the two of you to share a look of ‘Oh god, I’m afraid our son’s gonna ask for a puppy and I’m certain we can’t say no’.

“Oh, a puppy adoption fair, that’s cute,” You smiled at Jack and gently pushed his hair out of his face, “We can check it out after lunch?”

Jack pouted and clasped his hands together, “Can we please check them out now? What if they’re all gone after lunch?”

Aaron looked at you for a moment, wherein you nodded with a smile, and took a deep breath while nodding, “Okay, buddy. Let’s go check them out, huh?”

Jack squirmed while he got out of Aaron’s arms and ran over to the holding area of the puppies and screamed in delight as he looked over them.

You looked up at Aaron, whose arm was around your shoulder, while the two of you walked over to Jack, “You know, he’s going to ask for one, right?”

Aaron laughed softly and pulled you closer, “That’s why we have to play good cop and momma today.”

“You know I will literally banish you to the couch, right?” You glared at him and playfully punched his shoulder, “It should be good cop and daddy.”

“Momma, momma! Look at this one!” Jack exclaimed as he pulled you over to the fenced area, “It’s so cute!”

You kneeled alongside Jack and touched the puppy’s nose over the fence, “I hope they all get to go to good homes, don’t you think, baby?”

Jack nodded while smiling as he looked over different puppies, “We can give one a good home, right, momma?”

“Oh Jack, I’m sure we can but,” You looked up at Aaron who was clearly enjoying himself with his arms crossed, “Daddy’s busy with work and I’d be busy with mine, too.”

“Momma, please? Just one,” Jack mumbled as he hugged your torso and looked up at you, “I’ll help in taking care, I promise! Just like Mr. Pritchett’s word of the month: responsibility!”

“You sure there, buddy?” Aaron said as he gave Jack a pat on the head, “Momma might have a hard time if she takes care of the puppy all by herself.”

“I’m sure, daddy!” Jack nodded excitedly while his arms were still attached to you, “I don’t want momma tired, so I’ll help her! Please please please, momma.”

Sighing in defeat and smiling down at Jack, “Mmkay, baby. Let’s go find a puppy now, hm?”

Jack gasped and hugged you even tighter as he ran over to the other side of the fence, “Thank you, momma!”

“Guess it’s good cop and daddy now, huh?” You grinned as you stood next to your husband, “Plus, it’d be nice to teach him some responsibility, I had my first pet at his age.”

“Whatever you say, my love,” Aaron laughed as he pulled you closer by the waist, “We really can’t say no to our son, we’re weak.”

The two of you watched Jack with a smile on your face as he walked over to a puppy that was taking a nap in the corner. “Daddy, momma, look at this one!”

“Oh, I guess he used up all his energy for today,” You laughed as you walked over to him, “We could ask for assistance if you want to see him closer?”

As Jack nodded in response, you waved to a volunteer and smiled as she came over to the three of you, “Hi, my name is Aggie! How can I help you today?”

“Hi there,” You smiled in response as Jack held onto your hand, “My son would like to see that puppy over there if that’s alright?”

“Of course,” Aggie smiled and reached over to gently wake the puppy and gather him in her arms, “Scooby here’s a sweet one, quite shy. His parents were a Siberian Husky and a Golden Retriever, and he’s only 3 months old.”

“Can I hold him?” Jack whispered as his eyes shone bright while looking at the puppy in her arms, “He’s so tiny.”

Aggie nodded and gently handed over Scooby to Jack, who was immediately welcomed with a kiss on the face. Aaron laughed and ruffled up Jack’s hair, “Guess he likes you, buddy.”

Jack giggled in delight as Scooby goes on to give him more kisses, “I think he’s the one, daddy and momma!”

“We’ll take Scooby,” You smiled at Aggie, who went on to grab the papers to be signed, and gave the puppy a pat on the head, “Guess he’s meant to be a Hotchner.”

Aaron smiled and brought the three of you in a hug, “I guess we can take Sundays off to have a morning hike, don’t you think?”

“Yes! Scooby can grow up to be healthy if he goes on one,” Jack smiled as he kissed the puppy’s head, “He’s gonna be my best friend.”

Scooby barks at Jack’s statement and nuzzles up in his arms, which elicited a laugh from you and Aaron. “Oh, buddy, you don’t know how much you can get your daddy and I to never say no to you.”

“My lovely Hotchners,” Aaron grinned and kissed your temple, “Our little growing family.”

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[katies-readings]

What I wouldn’t give to be a part of Aaron and Jack’s growing family 🥺😭♥️

[hotch-stufff]

Tired

Gif by Hotchannah

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!reader

Warnings: angst, crying, stress, hurt/comfort, soft Hotch, mention of child case!

Description: The stress of your job becomes overwhelming and you can’t handle it anymore. Your husband is there to take care of the aftermath.

A/n: just a short little blurb :)

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You shut the door with a silent thud before turning and sliding down against it. Your head lay in your hands as you feel the tears gather in your eyes.

When was it enough? How much more could you bear? Could you witness?

This last case had become too much to handle. Children. They reminded you much of the three little ones you had at home. Your husband could clearly tell something had been wrong, but you remained professional and didn’t let your façade falter.

You couldn’t be weak. Not in your job. Not with lives on the line. You had to stay the strong, stoic Agent everyone thought you were.

Of course, strong, stoic agents don’t hide in their offices to cry.

A knock on your door interrupts your thinking. You beg the person to go away, but the knocking persists.

“Honey?” That familiar soft voice floats through the door. “Everything okay?” You take a deep breath and steady your voice. You wipe your eyes, and stand, before unlocking the door and facing your husband.

“Hey.” Your voice sounds foreign. “I’m fine. Just a little tired is all.” He nods, but you know he sees past it. He can see the wetness of your cheeks, the circles under your eyes.

“Honey-“

“Aaron, please.” You smile weakly at him. “I’m fine.” He nods, now wasn’t the time to talk. He promises himself he would try later. He squeezes your hand before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s head home, okay?” He asks, and you nod before he walks back to his office to grab his stuff.

You let out a sigh and then go to gather your own things. The rest of the team had left already, leaving just the Hotchners in the office.

Before long you were heading to the parking garage and loading into the passenger seat. You face the window the entire ride, the heavy weight of Aaron’s palm on your knee. He doesn’t move his hand, a silent comfort.

Walking through the house feels as though it’s in slow motion. You say goodbye to Jess as she hugs you, but you feel as though you are underwater. Three pairs of footsteps flood your ears as your children run down the stairs to see you, and you feel a bit of energy return.

“Mommy! Daddy!” You place a smile on your face, although upset, your kids never fail to make you feel loved. They all start talking about their days at the same times and you smile as your crouch down and pull them all close to you.

“Mama! Too tight!” Jack exclaims and you huff a laugh. Addie and Rowan giggle at his complaining as they all move onto hugging their dad.

“Alright my loves, bedtime.” They all groan but begin their walk upstairs, giggling along the way. You smile softly and feel hands wrap around your stomach. A kiss is placed on your neck. Just a soft press of his lips. His nose pokes your cheek and he presses another kiss there.

“Head on up, I’ll lock up and get the twins and Jack to bed.” He murmurs, another kiss placed on your cheek.

“Are you sure? I can-“ he cuts you off as he turns you and places one more kiss, this time on your lips.

“Go sweetheart. I’ll be up soon.” You nod without another word and head upstairs. Trudging down the hallway, you smile slightly at the sound of you children brushing their teeth and giggling. You head to your room and sit on the edge of the bed, not enough energy to do anything else.

You stare down at your lap. Your hands seemingly more interesting than the room around you. What felts like hours, but only minutes later, Aaron walks through your bedroom door.

“Y/n?” His voice fills your ears and you turn to him, your face frozen. His eyes soften and he walks to you, helping you stand. “Let’s get changed, okay?” You nod and he begins undressing both you and himself.

He hands you one of his T-shirt’s and the gesture makes you smile before you climb into bed. He turns out the lights and climbs in next you.

He pulls you close, a hand on your waist. His breath fans your face, and the silence fills the room.

“Honey?” He says and that’s all it takes. The floodgates open, and your tears fall.

“Aaron.” You gasp his name and he pulls you in closer, your head is resting on this chest, sobs shaking your body.

“I’ve got you.” He murmurs, placing kisses to your head. “I’ve got you sweetheart.” The crying doesn’t stop for a while. Not until you feel as though you have cried every tear in your body. Not until your chest is tight, and your breath is coming out in soft pants.

“Aaron, I can’t…” you trail off and he sits the both of you up so he can see your face better.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? What’s going on? I’m here, I’ve got you.” He says. His concern blooms through the look he gives you, and a pang of guilt surges through you.

“I’m…” you struggle to get the words out and he rubs your arm soothingly. “I’m tired Aaron, I’m so tired. I can’t keep doing this job. When is it enough? When does it stop?” Aarons heart clenches at your words. He didn’t know you were struggling this much. Of course there is always stress from the job, but this, was much more than he expected. He feels a pang of guilt at his neglect, but pushes it away in favor of comforting you.

“What can I do sweetheart? What do you need?” He presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“You. I need you Aaron. I’m so damn tired. I just need you.” He nods and brings you back in. He holds you all through the night. His arms shield you from the feelings you have refused to face.

You just want to stay like this. Stay in a place you can be strong for your husband, for your kids, your colleagues, the victims.

“Let’s take some time.” Aaron says after awhile. “Get away from work. Take the kids, go on vacation, sabbatical. Whatever you need. Let’s just get away.” You nod into his chest.

“Okay.” You say.

“If you want to leave. Honey, there is no shame in leaving. It’s okay if it’s too much.”

“Why can’t I push this away, who can’t I not feel.” He pulls away slightly so he can look into your eyes.

“Because you’re good. You’re too good for this world.” He leans in and presses his lips to yours in a comforting kiss. Your heart bursts with love at the affection your husband shows you. It still amazes you to this day how he always knows the right thing to say.

Although it’s gloomy in the moment, and there’s a lot for you to work through, you know with someone like Aaron Hotchner by your side, you’ll be okay.

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Thanks for reading <3

[katies-readings]

I just-

I can’t 😩

This was exactly what I needed right now 😭

I’m struggling at lot at my job right now and UGH what I wouldn’t give to have this man by my side comforting me and telling me everything will be okay ♥️

[greg-montgomery]

Lonely

Aaron Hotchner x Gn!Reader

Summary: Just a little hurt/comfort fic. It's one of those days where nothing feels okay, but to your surprise, your boss Aaron Hotchner is there to comfort you.

Soft!Hotch my beloved <333

TW: The reader talks about struggling with their mental health.

Words: 1.1 k

It was only you who was left at the office. You thought that occupying your mind with some boring paperwork would help you distract yourself from the painful feeling on your chest. It was one of those days where something as simple as a smile was impossible to fake. It was one of those days where a headache was creeping up by you forcing your tears not to spill all day.

If someone were to ask you why you were feeling that way, you would have an extremely hard time to explain. You couldn’t even explain it to yourself. You were just feeling sad. And feeling sad made you feel lonely.

The noise of a door closing made you drop your pen and turn your head to that direction. Yes, everyone else had left, but the word ‘everyone’ did not include your boss. Ever. At least for you.

 “Y/N, what are you still doing here? It’s almost eleven,” he asked, approaching your desk. Looking up at him you immediately recognized concern in his expression.

“I thought I could just finish this all up tonight. You know, so I don’t have it on my mind all week.” You tried to sound casual, but you were pretty certain he was already not buying it.

“I don’t want you to overwork yourself. Especially for something as meaningless as paperwork. You already go through enough when we have a case.”

You sighed, figuring there was no reason to fight him on this. If you agreed he would just drop it. “You’re right.”

You started collecting your things to put them in your bag, expecting Aaron to wish you goodnight and leave. Instead you felt him staring at you in silence.

Bringing your bag to your lap, after securing all your personal things in it, you turned to the side ready to get up. You hadn’t realized that he had moved closer though - to the point where if you stood up, your face would bump into his chest. That’s why you decided to stay seated.

You looked up at him and took a deep breath, trying to calm your heartbeat that was going crazy, because he was completely towering over you.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Is everything okay?” There it was again. That same expression of concern. You hated the way he could see right through you. Aaron was known for being able to read people – he was good at his job and you admired him for it – but it was never fun to be on the receiving end of his talent. It made you feel bare and vulnerable.

“Yes, everything’s good.”

He slowly squatted down so he could be at the same level as you. Your height difference hadn’t allowed your faces to be this close to each other before. Looking into his eyes from this new angle felt different.

“Listen,” he started. “I can understand why I would not be the first person you’d choose to talk to about a personal issue. I know I’m much older than you and might act a little like a drill sergeant sometimes, but I’m always here if you need to talk. I would love to help. About whatever it is that’s bothering you.”

You smiled sadly at him because, deep down, if you could choose one person in the world to open your heart to it would be him. But how could you randomly start talking about your feelings to your boss of all people? How does one get the chance to do so?

Except now you had the perfect chance. He was offering it to you.

“I don’t think I’m gonna make any sense, Hotch,” you answered; your voice small and ready to break.

“You don’t have to. This isn’t an exam, you know. You can just tell me how you feel. No need to explain.”

Tears started to blur your vision at his words. Your feelings for him got a hundred times more intense than they were before.

“I’m lonely,” you broke, crying properly now. “I’m so lonely.”

His hand reached out to take yours and his thumb started to move in a soothing motion. It helped.

“And I’m not saying I’m alone,” you continued. “I have my family, my friends, our team... I know I have people in my life who care for me, I really do. And I recognize how ungrateful I sound for saying that it’s not enough. But it’s not. I’m still lonely. And I’m still sad. And I don’t know why.”

“Sweetheart…” he whispered, his free hand cupping your cheek so he could wipe away the tears.

“I’m so tired of thinking I’m okay and then feeling awful again. It never ends,” you sobbed, leaning into his touch without really thinking about it. “I just feel so helpless when it gets bad. Like nothing can help.”

As soon as you finished your sentence he pulled you into his arms. The fingers of his one hand got lost between your hair, while his other hand was rubbing circles on your back. “Maybe this can help,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

You completely melted in his embrace. Your sobs got louder and your body was shaking, but it felt like release.

“Hotch,” you cried, “I just wanna be okay.”

“You will be, I promise.”

You pushed away, just enough so you could look at his face again. His eyes were red and your heart clenched at the thought of him caring for you enough to be this moved by your sadness.

His palms were cupping your cheeks again and his handsome smile made its appearance, looking sweeter than ever.

“Thank you,” you smiled back. It was through tears, but it was the only genuine smile you had given anyone all day.

“Of course,” he replied, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. “And now…” He dragged out the sentence, while standing up.

You missed his touch already. You didn’t want him to leave you alone. But you prepared yourself for his next words. He probably had to get home to Jack, you thought.

“How about we go get some ice cream?” he asked instead.

Your eyes lit up like a kid which made him laugh.

“I know a place that’s open all night. Let me drive us there,” he said offering his hand, and you took it without a second thought.

“I’d love that.”

You started walking towards the elevator, holding hands.

“Nothing like some ice cream after a good cry, right?” he joked and you giggled.

His hand dropped yours, only for his arm to wrap itself around your neck, pulling you close to his chest.

Maybe you could learn to love the way Aaron could see right through you. It made you feel cared for and understood.

[katies-readings]

AHHHH 😭😭

The way reader goes from feeling “bare and vulnerable” at how easily Aaron can read them, to it making them feel “cared for and understood” at the end

OH MY GODDDD

IT’S JUST SO GOOD

♥️♥️♥️

[ssahotchnerr]

one more aaron hc: if you're someone who constantly needs to be playing with something (hair elastic, jewelry, etc) but you have none available, he would let you play with his fingers.

not even in a sexual way-- more like he would let you trace his palm, touch his fingertips, even let you pick at his fingernails.

here and now

okay i'm putting an anxious!reader take on this🥺 cw; established relationship, description of anxiety, so much fluff i want to cry

your quickened breath. that was the first thing aaron noticed.

as subtle as it was- extremely quiet as you were attempting to keep it maintained and discrete- it didn't fail to invade his ears. it also helped that he was seated right beside you, and besides, he knew you and all your tells.

and so, his eyes shot downwards to your lap, to your hands more specifically. as he expected, you were repeatedly clenching your fist, while attempting to hold your focus to the conversation at hand. every so often you changed tactics, your thumbnail pushing into the side of your index finger for a second or two, and then your knuckles would constrict again. more so, you were trying to hold onto something.

aaron's eyes lifted back to reid, who was going off on a tangent on how a mathematical sequence related to the geographical profile and to the unsub's comfort zone as a whole. keeping his gaze forward, his hand snuck below the table, easily finding the one that was his perfect fit.

as his hands were large, twice the size of yours, his palm completely enveloped your hand as a whole. quickly, he slipped his fingers under your own, resting between your fingers and palm.

at the contact, you nearly pried your hand away, glancing at aaron and widening your eyes in slight alarm. while in the field and to both your agreement, pda was kept to the absolute minimum. there were the rare occasions the rule was broken, in instances of high concern or danger, but it rarely happened. so aaron crossing that boundary, was almost unheard of.

you met his eyes, your own full of question and confusion.

what are you doing? here? now?

aaron shook his head briefly at your silent words. the two of you understood each other so well, there were times you didn't need words to communicate. loaded looks, variating different meanings appropriate to whatever the situation may be, did all the talking. it was more than enough.

his gaze softened deeply, those brown eyes you loved dearly expressing so much you couldn't put an accurate word to fully summarize it. all you knew, it made you feel safe. loved.

it's okay. i know what i'm doing.

you instantly relaxed at this, your shoulders dropping from the tension plaguing them. you hadn't even realized how much they had stiffened. or quite honestly, you hadn't recognized your anxious tendencies either until aaron had addressed them.

your fingers relaxed in his instantly this time.

at the touch his hand was rough, yet so incredibly gentle at the same time. it was a signature you only knew as aaron's. likewise, they offered you a familiarity that immediately grounded you, beginning to rebalance your raised heart rate.

still unnoticed by the others in the room, you pulled his hand further onto your lap, granting yourself more access. aaron even scooted his chair a few centimeters closer to yours.

your fingertips began to lightly trace his palm, falling into a cycle between moving to his fingers and back again. as you did so your clouded mind began to clear, the discussion at the table beginning to make more sense as you slowly refocused.

next, your fingers grabbed ahold of aaron's. your fingertips danced along his, playing with them gently before folding your hand into his.

once fingers were intertwined together, aaron lightly squeezed your hand. he longed to bring a kiss to your knuckles, and was disappointed the setting prevented him from doing so, but that was a matter he could easily solve later at the privacy of the hotel. or even sneakily attempt once everyone rose from the conference table, distracted.

this time when you peeked at aaron, his lips were raised into a small smile. it would go unknown amongst the others, but you recognized it. again, a subtle characteristic of aaron's only you would know.

just as he had, you returned the gesture and tightened your grip on his hand for a couple seconds, relaying your thankfulness and how much love you held for him.

again, the two of you didn't need words. he knew.

[katies-readings]

This is so soft and so sweet 🥺 my god I crave this so deeply when my anxiety gets the better of me. Patiently waiting for the day I have my own Aaron to help comfort me ♥️