the fact that people are out here shipping spencer and cat with their whole chest when hotch and megan kane are Right There.... come on bro. come ON. you want complex interesting unsub x team member relationship, i will serve you hotchmegan on a silver platter!!!!!!!! dig in!!!!!! this food is Delicious!!!!!!!
Since the dash is discussing Hotch backstory today… I literally had to piece together what they told us in snippets and throw in some of my own, filling in between the lines, for the opening chapter of I Know You. I don’t know why or how they made this so tough.
He stands when you enter your office, and then sits when you motion for him to do so. He’s seated directly across from you. You open your bottle of water and take a sip, then set it down You reach for a file on your desk with the words CLASSIFIED: TOP SECRET and then JTF-0599 on the cover. You flip it open, placing it in front of you, lacing your fingers together and resting your hands and forearms on your desk. You look up to him, and then back down at the file.
“So. Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner. Born November 2. Native of Manassas, Virginia. Bachelor’s degree, I’m sorry, degrees, summa cum laude, double major in criminology and psychology from George Washington University; juris doctor, magna cum laude, from Georgetown University; law review second and third year; you clerked on the, wow, US Federal Court of Appeals. Admitted to the Maryland, Virginia and DC bars. Went on to spend two years in the federal prosecutors’ office in Washington, DC. Applied to the FBI academy. You were assigned to Ambassador Prentiss’ security detail, which assignment lasted six months, before your transfer to the Seattle field office, where you were assigned to the SWAT and major crimes units. You spent two years there before transferring to the Behavioral Analysis Unit, in Quantico, Virginia. You spent six years working under Jason Gideon. You were appointed interim unit chief during his leave of absence, that appointment then becoming permanent, and have remained in the position ever since. You were placed on administrative leave for failure to follow orders, but were reinstated two weeks later. A couple years ago, you took additional leave, medical leave, due to reasons listed as otherwise unspecified, and then again, personal leave, several months later, again, also due to reasons otherwise unspecified, both instances of leave reference a redacted, excuse me, a classified case file. Your unit has been temporarily downsized, so you are currently on special assignment, on loan, as it were, to me, to the Central Intelligence Agency for JTF-0599. Does that about cover it, Agent?”
Hotch making you feel good so you're feeling nice and floaty before asking/convincing you you should just be his pretty little sugar baby instead of working
Aslkbdiflse he wants you to be his little housewife so bad
You’re all fucked out, still breathing hard and sweaty. You had dinner waiting on the table by the time Aaron walked through the door. He knows you’re a strong, independent woman but that’s probably why the idea turns him on even more.
“Come on, angel. Quit your job. I make more than enough.” He’s kissing all over your chest and up your neck, his hand gliding up and down your abdomen. “Stay home. Relax. Let me take care of you.” He punctuates each gentle demand with a kiss, and you lay there thinking it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
✨ - hotch and a reader who took a case really hard and wont talk to aaron until she ends up exploding and just what Hotch would do.
Hotch knows that your reaction ain't aimed at him and that you need to let go of everything that was troubling you from this case.
He'd take your raised voice and at times harmful words, you never got violent with him.
Aaron had bad days too and would sometimes explode as well. You never blamed each other for your reactions.
Once he could tell that you were moving from angry to sad, he'd take a step closer to you.
You'd fall straight into his arms, sobbing, as your legs gave out from under you.
Aaron would make sure to get you comfortable, either on the couch or the bed.
He'd proceed to take care of you, listening to everything you had to say. Become your confidant.
You'd apologize for your outburst, and he would brush it away
The rest of the evening would be spent holding each other, making sure that the case hadn't done any more damage. You'd only let go to open the door for the food delivery, before cuddling up to each other again.
reader has a crush on hotch and hotch calls them a pet name
Just a little coaxing is needed
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader
Word count: 2k
A/N: The reader is in their late 20’s in this. Here’s a reminder that my Requests are open and that I also have a prompt list you can choose from.
Warnings: None!!! It’s pure fluff.
Waking up to your alarm with a loud groan, you flop over on your back as you hit the snooze button. Today was going to suck, you could already tell, as you let yourself for the extra 8 minutes.
Last night you had gotten back to Quantico at about 3 am, after an explicitly long case that had been pulling everyone’s teeth out. It had been an especially tough one, seeing as the unsub had left little to no evidence of his crimes leaving you with nothing.
Upon arrival at the headquarters, Hotch had dismissed everybody with a firm not and an expectation of having them show back up for work at 7 am sharp. He wanted this case out of the world as soon as possible, and if that meant having a tired team write their reports, so be it.
All the way down with the elevator to the ground level, Morgan and JJ had complained about Hotch’s orders being unreasonable and inhumane, but you, you didn’t speak a word. Maybe it was the exhaustion that you couldn’t seem to shake from your body. Or maybe it was the fact that for the past two years you’d been crushing on your boss. How could you defy the man that you felt so in love with that you’d jump in front of a bullet for him.
Your attraction towards him hadn’t gone unnoticed by the team, as they’d noticed the subliminal hints your body had given off when he was around. They loved to tease you about it, telling you that you looked like a love-sick puppy dog, floating on a pink cloud behind him.
During cases, you’d managed to keep your calm whenever you were paired up with him. Not wanting to jeopardize your work with your dumb feelings. You couldn’t be together, it would be wrong. He was your boss! And the age gap didn’t help much either.
Sitting at your desk you slowly punched away on your keyboard, determined to get this report done so you could get to the stack of paperwork that had piled up next to you. Your eyes were slowly starting to feel heavier, as the lack of sleep finally caught up to you.
“(Y/L/N), can I have a word with you in my office?” Hotch called from the door, catching you off guard and snapping you out of your dozing state. As you got up from your desk, farthest back in the bullpen, and made your way across the room the others started cooing you on. Small oohs and mocking kiss sounds followed you all the way up the stairs but stopped once your hand landed on the door handle.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” You said as you sat down opposite him at his desk. He looked up from his own report that he was writing, his eyebrows raised.
“Just a second love, then I’ll be with you.” He mentioned before dotting the last few words down on the paper. You started spacing out. Had he just called you love?! No, you probably head him wrong. Why would Hotch call you that? He was your boss, that’s not a normal dialogue between an agent and a unit chief. Your mind was running wild trying to make sense of what had just happened. What did it all mean? You didn’t mind though, but it was all so confusing to you in your tired state.
“(Y/N)! Hello, are you there?” He snapped you out of your trance, seeing as you blinked your eyes with a quick flinch.
“Sorry sir, I’m just a little tired from the case.” You explained, trying to push the thoughts away. He understood although he knew that that wasn’t why you zoned out. None of you mentioned the pet name he had given you, as he cut to the chase.
“Strauss and I have a meeting later; do you think you have time to write this report as well?” He asked handing you a folder from your previous case. “It'll mean a little over time, it’s fine if you’re too tired, we just have to get through all of this before the heads upstairs come down for their annual performance reviews,” Hotch explained as you skimmed over the case, getting yourself reacquainted with the details.
“Sure.” You smiled, hating yourself for saying yes to him. But how could you say no? Your heart fluttered every time you even looked at him, feeling your crush take over as you became more compliant. If it had been anyone else asking, you’d probably have said no, knowing that you needed to catch up on rest. “Anything else, sir?” You propositioned as you stood back up ready to head out the door.
“No, dismissed.” He motioned you off. Just before you were about to leave his office he stopped you. “Oh, and (Y/N)?”
“Hmm?” You hummed in response, turning back around to look at him.
“Thanks love.” He smiled before waving you off. Your whole body twitched at the pet name. It was so unexpected that you didn’t know where to put yourself. Hotch loved seeing you squirm at his words, having had a hunch for a while of your attraction towards him. So, it hadn’t been a mistake, you thought to yourself. He really did call you love. Maybe it was an accident though? Maybe he’d just let it slip because he was extremely tired and overworked as well? Your thoughts started colliding with themselves in your brain, as your head started spinning. You plopped down back at your desk with a small exhausted grunt.
“Thanks love.” He smiled before waving you off. Your whole body twitched at the pet name. It was so unexpected that you didn’t know where to put yourself. Hotch loved seeing you squirm at his words, having had a hunch for a while of your attraction towards him. So, it hadn’t been a mistake, you thought to yourself. He really did call you love. Maybe it was an accident though? Maybe he’d just let it slip because he was extremely tired and overworked as well? Your thoughts started colliding with themselves in your brain, as your head started spinning. You plopped down back at your desk with a small exhausted grunt.
“What did he want?” Prentiss asked, spinning around in her own chair.
“More work.” You groaned dumping the file on your desk.
Hours went by and the pile on your desk seemed unending as it felt like you never managed to make a dent in it. The others had gone home long ago, leaving their piles for tomorrow, or whenever there was time to actually do paperwork. With the number of cases, the team consulted on, as well as helped with you never had enough time for the administrative stuff, in the long run, spending a couple of days to a week at a time out of the city.
Pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, you groaned, letting the pen you’d been twirling between your fingers fall down on top of the desk. You were working on Hotch’s report, struggling to remember certain details from that specific case. Truth be told, you felt like a failure. Why hadn’t he just given the report to Spence? You thought, he was after all the child prodigy and boy genius of the team. He’d have had it finished several hours ago.
Pulling yourself together you dragged yourself over to the coffee station, hoping that a hot cup could quicken you enough up to finish the report, so you could finally head home to sleep. You hated how you were such a big people pleaser, and especially when it came to Hotch. It caused you great strain on your mental health as you often ended up pulling long shifts or all-nighters, trying to help your friends with what you could.
The caffeine did nothing to help, as it only appeared to make you feeling more exhausted in the end. Before you knew of it, it was 11 o’clock and you’d barely finished the report when a text from an old college friend popped up on your screen, asking if you’d want to go out with them. You quickly responded, dismissing the idea, as you got up from your desk, practically dragging yourself back up to Hotch’s office for the second time that day.
You hadn’t seen him leave, so you slowly knocked with small slaps on the wooden structure with the back of your hand. A muffled “come in” was heard. Hotch didn’t look up from the reports he was reading through and signing off on when you entered.
“What do you need.” He dismissively said, not looking up at you, nor knowing who it was. He assumed that it had just been someone from the night shift or maybe the cleaning staff wanting to know when they’d be able to clean his office.
“I’m just here to drop this off.” You quietly said, not wanting to disturb him anymore as you held up the finished report in your right hand. Hotch looked up when he heard your voice, seeing the condition you’d been in.
“Honey, you look terrible.” He pointed out, this time a new name fell from his lips. Truth be told, you did look horrible. You had large bags under your eyes, your hair ruffled as you’d pushed your fingers through it in frustration, your eyes felt heavy and droopy and you felt like you were swaying from side to side whenever you stood still. Your gaze fell on him, as you had perked up slightly at the mention of the pet name.
“Hotch? What’s going on?” You asked, confused, not being used to getting this sort of treatment from your boss, or any man as of lately. Making your way closer to his desk you dropped the report in his inbox, before sitting down. Trying to rub the sleep from your eyes, you unfocused your gaze on him, as you waited for his response.
“What do you mean agent?” He questioned, knowing exactly what you meant. He was just toying with you, waiting for the moment to occur between the two of you.
“You’ve kept on calling me love and honey all day, and It feels kind of unprofessional, although it has only been said between the two of us.” You slumped down in the chair, feeling like you were in the principal’s office back in elementary school, getting scolded for something, even though you hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Oh, so that’s the problem, I thought you like it though.” He grinned, pushing you further and further to admit your feelings towards him.
“That’s not the problem, I actually do love it but….” You stopped yourself as you widened your eyes. You’d let it slip. You fell silent as you tried to redirect your gaze elsewhere in the room.
“I know.” Hotch suddenly blurted out, catching you off guard as there had been a moment of awkward silence between the two of you.
“Know what?” You asked looking back over at him.
“That you like me. I’m a profiler for heaven’s sake (Y/N), you haven’t even tried to repress those feelings at work, I’ve noticed.” He explained, doing the thing you’d promised not to do to each other, your job.
“I’m sorry.” You muttered as you stood up and headed towards the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Or not, you thought. Mostly, you wanted to dig yourself a deep hole and just lie in it until this whole thing blew over and Hotch soon would’ve forgotten the conversation, if that even was possible. The man seemed to remember everything. He was like a goddamn elephant, never forgetting.
Upon opening the door, it was quickly slammed shut, as you were flipped around. Before you managed to comprehend the situation and make sense of it, a pair of lips are pressed against yours, kissing you with passion as you feel a hand sneak up to cup your cheek. Your hand weakly moves up to his chest as you lean into the kiss, letting him deepen it. You were still in shock and surprised at what was taking place in Hotch’s office.
When Hotch pulled away from the kiss, letting you both catch your breath, he rested his forehead against yours. Staring each other into your eyes.
“If you hadn’t guessed it, I also like you.” He smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “You just needed a little coaxing to finally admit your feelings.” He grinned. Your body was pressed between his broad frame and the door as you still tried to make sense of what had just happened.
“Hotch?” You asked. Your head was spinning as the world around you seemed to have stopped in its tracks. You felt the butterflies flutter around it your stomach as you were slowly coming down from the high that was Aaron Hotchner.
I've been deep diving through your blog while doing a CM rewatch over the past few days and I just finished Lessons Learned (2x10?) and it reminded me of your whump stats post when Morgan's like "you look like you've seen a ghost" and Hotch admits that Haley and Jack are supposed to be in the mall that's being targeted for the Anthrax attack but he can't ring them because of protocol and Morgan's like "screw this job. You lose Haley and Jack and you don't have a life".
Given that this is S2 I assume they were foreshadowing him throwing himself into work and not dealing once Haley left, but it also reflects really well with how he didn't cope when they were in Witsec and everything with that arc too. Except at the end of that arc he didn't come home to find them safe and sound having avoided the danger, instead he found Haley's lifeless body in the exact same room :)
Sorry this took me so long to answer, I had a huge research paper due and it was just killing me
I feel like there are several little moments that all attempt, in some way, to show how badly Hotch does on his own. Garcia makes a comment about him not going home -- suggesting he lives in his office now. He gets reckless, short tempered. Nothing about his behavior after the divorce suggest this man can make it on his own. All for the build-up to be him going back to his apartment to be attacked by Foyet, which by the way is covered in boxes he hasn't unpacked.
Everything that is bad that he does at the time of the divorce is three times worse when they're in Witsec. He doesn't just attempt to bait a serial killer into a street brawl, he walks into a house without back-up or a vest or a plan where a man is actively having a mental health crisis off his meds and delusion.
Man was just learning to hold down the fort when Foyet comes around
So my brain has this very prominent vision of, maybe the team is on a case and the victims are male and have their shirts, typically button-ups, ripped open and are stabbed through the heart, but like total overkill. The team is trying to figure out how the shirts were ripped open to try and get an idea of what's going on. One of the boys thinks the unsub was ripping them from the top buttons, near the collar of the shirt, being pulled apart.
You look at the article of clothing and goes "No that's a less efficient way of ripping open a shirt. You'd never rip it from the top, it's too much work cuz you have to readjust and try to rip it again from the center. Besides if this unsub is female like we profiled, she would be around my height and there's a chance she wouldn't be able to get the correct angle to rip it from the top. She'd have to pull it apart from the center. Ugh, it would make more sense to show you instead of explaining it." you look at Hotch, (the two are already in an established relationship). "Can I? I'll buy you a new one, and you have your go-bag here."
Hotch hesitates for a second because all the team is there but reluctantly agrees because sometimes a visual helps the team understand what goes on. "Go ahead."
You close the blinds in the room so the rest of the precinct doesn't get an accidental show and things don't get taken out of context. "So imagine this," you talk to the team as you walk up to Hotch and run both hands up his chest, stopping them in the center of his chest. "I'm the unsub trying to seduce my victim and make him feel some interest, but I still want to show I'm in control." Subtly you put your fingers in between the two pieces of the shirt. "But I want to move subtly enough that he doesn't know what's gonna happen next, keep him waiting." With only a little effort, pull the shirt apart, some of the middle buttons either coming loose or of completely, perfectly showing off Hotch's chest. "This makes him pause for a second to understand what has just happened and opens a window for her to act and it gives her perfect access to her victim's chest," you make a motion that looks like you're stabbing a knife. Then eminently pulls the two sides of Hotch's shirt closed.
Rossi pipes in, "If her motive was to seduce her victims then why the overkill."
You go to Hotch's go-bag and grab a new shirt, handing it to him. "Maybe to lead them on. Perhaps she was led on in a relationship and ended up getting rejected and she's "teaching" these men not to lead on other girls." You help Hotch change shirts quickly. "Her a way of saying 'this is how it feels'."
Hotch pipes in. "From what we know about these men they were known to have a new woman each time they went out."
"Have some experience ripping open shirts Y/N?" Derek teases.
While buttoning up Hotch's new shirt you look over and wink. "When you date mostly men who dress to impress you learn a few tricks."
Anyway hope you have a good day.
AKSHSKSGSJSGA I SCREECHED
after the team leaves the conference room while you’re still buttoning up aarons shirt you giggle and he asks what’s up and you say “i’m not used to putting your shirts back on, i have much more experience taking them off” which makes him smirk and lean down to kiss you just below your ear as he whispers “if you play your cards right i might rip your shirt off later tonight” and you grin up at him and tug him in for a kiss when morgan pops his head in “if you two are done flirting in here, we could use some help out here” and aaron gives you that look that tells you you’re going to be having fun later that night hehe
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