#aaronhotcher

[inkdrinkerworld]

Can I get '✧ kissing the tip of one's cold, pink nose as they take a stroll through the snow.' with Aaron Hotchner please?

Aaron’s walking you back to your office after lunch when the first snowflake lands on your face.

“Honey I told you,” Aaron starts when flurries start falling but you’re staring up at the sky entranced.

There’s been predicted forecasts of snow all week and every day you had dressed warm just in case, today you decided to hell if it snowed or not- you were wearing what you wanted to without the ten layers that just made you sweat.

So of course it’s fitting that the one day you’re in a black mini skirt, a backless top and boots would be the day the snow started.

He can’t help but smile when you tip your face all the way back for more snowflakes to fall in your face.

“It’s snowing!” You giggle as you turn to him, nose pinkening already.

Aaron watches the snow land in your hair and your shoulders but the first sign of your shiver he shrugs out of his jacket and slips it over you.

“I can’t believe it’s snowing,” you murmur, catching more snowflakes on your face and hands as Aaron tugs you closer by the lapels of his jacket.

“You look adorable,” he whispers, watching as your eyelashes get heavy with the snow. “But so cold.” He chuckles when the snow melts on your cheeks and leaves behind cold skin.

He leans in slowly, thumbs brushing your cheeks to warm them up as he presses his lips to your nose. “You look like Rudolph.”

You gasp, rolling your eyes. “My nose is not red, Hotchner.”

He tuts, “Not yet, but it’s pretty cold, honey.”

You shrug, cozying up to him as you start your walk again. “You’ll keep me warm, right?”

He smiles, kissing your cold temple. “You know I will, honey.”

[sweetestbian]

i'm going to write a hotch one shot, but i need to know if it's rare that the female love interest doesn't know about haley? bc my og idea was to make that the fc and aaron are on their second date and she finds out about haley's death and aaron tells her how they meet and all that, but while writing it i realized that if she knows jack isn't rare that she didn't know about haley?

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I can only think about Aaron Hotchner using his Big, warm, paw of a hand tu put on my belly when i have period cramps. I know he'd be happy to be my personal heating pad 🥹🥹🥹❤️

it's not easy for aaron to see you in pain and not be able to do anything about it.

you're on the second day of your period and he had insisted that staying home would've been fine. you were at that part of the year where most days without cases were filled with filing reports.

"no baby, i'll come. how bad would it look?" it wouldn't look bad at all, the team is well versed with how bad it can be for you sometimes.

so there you are, sitting at your desk in pain and he can only watch from his office.

he stands up when he sees your hands wipe at your eyes discreetly. "y/l/n, my office." aaron says, voice low and not giving anything away.

morgan 'ooh's good naturedly and you shake your head at him. aaron waits till you're inside his office to gesture to the sofa in the corner.

"go lay down," you move to argue, tell him you're fine, when aaron raises his eyebrow at you and gestures to the sofa. "lay down, hardhead."

you do, you're getting comfortable when your boyfriend comes over, with a couple files and a pen. he sits on the floor and rests one hand on your stomach.

"aaron, you can't be comfortable." you insist, playing with his fingers as he scribbles on the files.

"i am," he kisses your thigh before turning back to the report. "do you want me to get you some tea?"

you debate if you should, his hand is providing enough comfort as it is and if his thumb continues drawing little shapes into your skin you might fall asleep.

"honey?" he turns to look at you, finding you undoing your hair and laying back with a sigh.

"no thanks." your eyes remain closed so you miss aaron's smile- all fond and sticky with adoration.

he finishes three reports before you fall asleep, fingers holding onto his as if to keep him in place.

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jumping on the inbox train bc i’m picturing bau reader on a case with aaron, maybe in interrogation with the unsub and they’re looking at you a little tooo much maybe making comments too. hotch is always professional but he literally can’t help saying something like “don’t fucking look at her”😮‍💨💦

omg this is hot actually!!!! cw: unsub being creepy, bau!reader, canon level speech, implied cannibalism

you knew going to the interrogation room with this type of unsub is always a risk. they may say something crass, something about how 'you'd be the perfect victim' or something equally unsettling.

still, you'd been hopeful that with aaron beside you, looking menacing as ever that the unsub would just answer what you asked.

and oh how that hope had been shattered like a mirror being hit with a nail and a mallet.

you crossed your legs as you sat beside aaron, adjusting the cuffs of your pants over your boots when the unsub smirked.

"you're very beautiful," he murmurs, and you hum, looking up at him with a blank expression.

"does that usually work?" you ask, not really bothered by his attention, it had been why you walked in. you were confident you could break him down with aaron.

"pretty girls usually like the reassurance," he says, leaning on the table. "they also usually like being tied up, do you?"

so it begins.

aaron snaps in front of the man and directs his attention to him, but it lasts a total of two questions before the unsub turns back to you.

"you should ditch him," he gestures to aaron and then smirks when you raise an eyebrow, "you'd look so much better with me. i could carve you up and savor you."

aaron bangs his hands on the table then, "don't fucking look at her, look at me."

the interrogation goes on for a littl while longer, but the unsub tries talking to you again and gets out a short, "i bet you'd taste good with wine," before aaron loses his calm and all but growls the words,

"you don't fucking talk to her, you talk to me."

you leave the room after that, a little shaken at the unsub's words.

"you're alright kid," david says and you nod, watching the interrogation from behind the glass. "go take one of reid's fruit snacks."

you know damn well rossi is doing and you're grateful for it too. the less you see of how your boyfriend handles the rest of the interrogation the less likely it is to be investigated.

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Aaron is the type of person that, no matter how long you have been holding your tears, once you are in a room alone with him you feel so safe all the emotions just start flowing. he doesn't say anything he just wraps you up in his arms until you are done, whether that's hours or seconds, his chest is yours to crumble down if you wish

not me actually crying while writing this :/ cw: difficult sibling relationships

you’d just come off the phone with your siblings, and all they’d done is make you the bad guy.

they’d brought up stuff from when you were younger, and how you’d never take their side or how you’d always be the one to tell them bad news and all sorts of other things without really letting you get a word in edgewise.

now, you were just feeling all your emotions at once and could feel them pressing like clammy, heavy hands on your chest.

aaron was at work but you’d had the day off and all you can do now is just sit in bed, in one of his sweaters and cradle your stuffed toy to your chest.

you’re not sure when you became the bad guy for them, but knowing that’s how they see you is heartbreaking enough to leave you slightly debilitated.

you wanted to cry, to get the emotions out of you, but you couldn’t.

no matter how much you thought back to when you were younger and how you’d been trying your best to keep the peace, make everyone happy and be less like a second parent, all you could hear were their words and how they said you made them feel.

you’re not sure how long you were laying in bed, but you heard the front door open and aaron’s footfalls as he bounded the staircase.

when he pushed open the door and saw you in his sweater and cuddling your dino, he could tell you hadn’t had the day you’d hoped to have.

usually you’d run to the front door and cover him in kisses; now you looked about two seconds away from erupting in tears.

“baby,” he says softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and opening his arms to you.

you scrambled to be held by him and as soon as your face pressed into his shirt you couldn’t stop the tears.

aaron lets you cry, holding you through all of your tears without saying anything and when your sobs turn to sniffles he asks,

“wanna talk about it?” you nod and take a stabilizing breath before recapping everything they said and how it made you feel like a really bad sister.

aaron listens, holding you through the tears when they start up again but this time he whispers in your ear,

“you’re not a bad sister because they don’t understand what you did, baby. you’re not selfish or anything they said, they just don’t understand and they think about it differently now.”

you nod, but you can’t help thinking that they’ll always see you like they do now. “when they get older, they’ll see how much you did and they’ll appreciate it, right now they’re just a little overwhelmed with it.”

aaron takes you up on the bed, and reaches for your lavender oil, dabbing a few drops on your neck and wrists.

“take a nap with me okay? and later we can go on a drive and get you some powdered donuts.” he kisses your cheek as you wrap yourself around him.

“can arlo come?” you ask tiredly and aaron chuckles,

“yeah, he kept you company while i was away.”