OKAY SO.
If we are talking about drunk!hotch, I can definitely see this happening. Let’s say you get him home and help him walk up the stairs to your shared bedroom. You’re trying to get him undressed to get him in his pjs and he’s so lit that when you go to undo his belt, he slaps your hands out of the way (or tries to) like “no :(( I have the prettiest girlfriend in the world. Don’t undress me. I’m not sleeping with you.” 🤣 and you’re like “Aaron… honey.. I am your girlfriend. I’m just getting you ready for bed, okay?” 🤣
Drunk Hotch is just so cute to me!
THIS COULD BE A FIC. It would be sooooo cute. drunk!hotch is adoraaaable.
He is like “you are very pretty miss, but my girlfriend, she is the best, i love her” and you are just between fits of laughter and 🥹☺️ because what is even happening but he is also the sweetest.
When you tell him you are his girlfriend and just getting ready for bed, he is all like “oh” and his eyes widen, and he goes “honeyyyyyy”, when the realisation sinks it that yes, you are his girlfriend.
He giggles (but in a manly way of course), and whispers to you loudly, asking if you want to know a secret. He is so excited, so you say yes, thinking it’s going to be some nonsense again because he is soooo drunk.
He stumbles away, and comes back with a velvet box, and you just :oooooo because it. is. a. ring. box o m g. He opens it and there is the most beautiful engagement ring ever??? And he tells you, because he seems to have forgotten again that you are his girlfriend, that he has had this for months now, and that he wants to ask his girlfriend to be his wife, because he loves her so so so so much. You get all weepy, and teary, even though he is so drunk and has just ruined his own surprise. But you manage to take the ring box and put it on his bedside table and convince him to get undressed and ready for bed.
He looks up at you as you are pulling the covers over him, and in a moment of clarity, you see him in there, looking very sober. “Marry me” he asks? And you laugh softly, and cradle the side of his face. “Of course”. He smiles happily, drunk Aaron slipping in again and he falls asleep.
When you wake up the next morning he is gone - you assume for his run, because that is just Aaron, no matter what has happened the night before, he’ll go for his run. You glance towards his bedside table, but notice the ring box is gone. You reach up, to rub your eyes, making sure you are seeing right, when something pokes you in the face, it is the ring, omg, on your finger, omg. You just stare at it dumbly for really long, when his voice breaks you out of your trance.
“You agreed last night” is what he says, and you turn your head to where he is standing, in the doorway of your bedroom, leaning against the door jam <333333 biggest smile on his face.