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ssa-atlas-alvez · 7 months

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heyyy i have a silly little idea!

What if male!reader was the oldest Winchester brother and was dating Aaron Hotchner? idk just a silly little idea i had, Love your writing and make sure to drink lots of water!

Okay so I kind of took this and ran with it, I hope you don't mind aha

Also, reader's like 14 years older than Dean, so in my head he's John's kid from another relationship and is 7 years old when John and Mary get married (based on this timeline I found).

(I might come back to this and do another part at some point aha)

Warnings: John bashing, homophobia mentions

"Hey, you guys want to meet a friend of mine?" You asked, looking at your brothers. Sam nodded, Dean merely shrugged.

"Sure, whatever," He mumbled as he stood up. You held back a sigh, trying to remind yourself that he was just going through a rough patch at the minute. Normally, he took moving from place to place in his stride, but he was struggling this time. You couldn't help but think that perhaps he had connected with someone in Mississippi during the month and a half you were all there. Besides, he was only ten, so it was bound to affect him a lot - despite how much he pretends it doesn't.

Now, you had been in Virginia for the last three months (apparently it was riddled with monsters). You met him your first day here, he had asked for your number with a charm that made your knees weak - so you gave it to him. Despite the charges for texting, you did so every day.

Sam turned to you, "Are they a special friend, (Y/N)?" He asks quietly, unsure if you're going to be offended by the question.

"Yeah, he is Sammy,"

Sam grinned, "Like a special, special friend?"

You huffed a quiet laugh, "Yeah, kid, a special special friend,"

Sam nodded, satisfied with your answer.

"How old is he exactly?" Dean asked as he folded his arms.

"He's 28,"

"28?!" Dean's eyes widen, "Dude, he's so much older than you!"

"It's four years Dean, chill." You rolled your eyes slightly.

"I think it's cool," Sam chimed as he walked up to the pair of you.

"Thank you, Sam." You said, "But we need to keep this between us, okay? Dad can't find out, alright?"

"Why?" Sam asked, looking up at you. You sighed, crouching down to his height. He was only six, he didn't quite know everything that you guys did just yet. Or at least understand it to a full extent. He also didn't understand your dad's... beliefs, let's say, to a full extent either.

"Dad, he... he won't agree with it," You explained gently.

"Why?" Sam asked again.

"He's homofonic." Dean said confidently.

"Homophobic," You correctly gently.

"What does that mean?"

"Well, it's when someone doesn't like that a man and a man or a woman and a woman get together,"

"Like boyfriend and boyfriend?" Sam asked and you nodded, "That's allowed? I thought it was only boyfriends and girlfriends allowed,"

"Well, it was illegal for a long time," You explained, "But it's getting better,"

"Are you allowed to get married to another boy now?"

"Only in a few states," You said.

"Is that why you don't really tell people?"

"Yeah, that's why I don't tell people," You said, "That's why I haven't told dad,"

"Okay," Sam nodded, excepting this once more, "Is your special special friend your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, yeah he is," You said, smiling softly, Sam beamed up at you.

"Really?!"

You nodded, "Yep,"

"That's so cool am I gonna have another big brother?!"

You chuckled softly, ruffling his hair, "Maybe, Sammy, you'll have to ask him,"

"What's his name?"

"Aaron,"

"What's his job?"

"He works for the FBI," You said after a moment's hesitation.

"Are you serious?"

"Dean, I don't wanna hear it,"

"But he's a fed, (Y/N)!" Dean exclaims, following you through the motel hall.

"And?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Seriously?" Dean shakes his head, "Dad'll go mental if he finds out."

"Exactly. If." There's a beat, "Besides, I'm a grown ass man, Dean."

"He's not gonna be happy when he finds out about this." He huffs, folding his arms.

"He's not going to find out about this, you hear me?" You said, "I already told you, no one tells dad, do I make myself clear?"

"Who died and made you king?" Dean snaps.

"Dean, I don't wanna fucking hear it, okay?" You reply, "I'm an adult. You're a kid. Now, get in the car,"

"I don't understand why dad gave you the impala." Dean huffed as he sat in the front seat.

"How about this, when you're old enough to drive, you can drive it and I'll let you have it, yeah?"

"Really?!" You watch as Dean's face light up and you nod.

"Yeah," You smiled slightly, "Now, come on, let's go."

Sam looked at you and gave a small shrug before getting in the car.

It was a short drive to Aaron's apartment, Sam had asked questions the entire way about Aaron and your relationship (ever the curious mind), Dean had pretended not to care (but secretly did). And, soon enough, you parked the Impala and all piled out.

Aaron, as promised, met you outside, smiling. "Hey," He stepped closer to you but made no move to kiss you.

You smiled back, "Hey." Dean coughed loudly, "Oh, right, this is Sam and this is Dean."

Aaron turns to them, "I've heard a lot about you two, you're brother's very proud of you."

"Really?" Sam grinned.

"Of course kid," You ruffled his hair. "Come on, let's go inside."

When you were all inside, Aaron shut the door gently before kissing your cheek. "I missed you,"

"It's been a whole two days,"

"Two days too many," He said softly, Dean cleared his throat.

"Can you not in front of us?" Dean asked, "It's a bit gross,"

You blushed slightly, closing your eyes for a moment before turning to your brothers, "Sorry, go sit on the couch and watch tv or something," You said. Dean nodded, making his way to the couch, but Sam stayed. "What's up?"

"I have some questions," He said gently, looking up at you.

You share a smile with Aaron before you both nod, "Sure," You said - all sitting down at the small table, "What's on your mind, kid?"

"Um, so you're boyfriends?"

"Yep,"

"Is that dangerous?" Sam asked, gnawing at the skin of his bottom lip.

"What do you mean?" You asked gently.

"Well it used to be not allowed so people must have been against it. You won't get hurt for it, will you?"

Your heart melted, seeing the concern on your younger brother's face and you shook your head, "I'll be okay," You reassured, "I'm your big brother, I'll always be okay,"

"But Dean said on the way here that there's some people who are really really against it,"

You closed your eyes, making a note to yourself to talk to Dean about that later. "Yes that can happen sometimes, but I'm not going to let that happen to me, okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise,"

"Okay, good." With this, he turned to Aaron, "Are you going to be my older brother too?"

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #sam winchester #(y/n) winchester #john winchester #aaron hotchner x y/n winchester #aaron hotchner x male reader #aaron hotchner x reader #male reader #reader #big brother reader #young sam and dean winchester #john winchester bashing #homophobia mentions

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 11 months

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Can I request an Aaron Hotchner x autistic!daughter young adult ideally but any age. Or even she’s on the team and he’s a father figure to her because her own is so ableist. My dad is so ableist and I have so much autistic trauma from him even though my autism is from him too. He thinks that gives him even more rights to say whatever he wants to me and bully me even more. I just need to know what it feels like to have a good dad who cares about my autism. Who cares about me ❤️❤️

Aaron Hotchner x Autistic! Young adult reader

Of course I can, I'm sorry you have to deal with that, my parents have trouble understanding my Autism as well but they are getting better. I will write this for you!

Summary: Y/Ns ableist Dad comes to the BAU and starts being an Ableist arsehole to his daughter, her father figure (Hotch) steps in and saves her.

Third Person pov...

It had been 3 years since Y/N L/N joined the BAU, she was 21 when she joined and instantly became the baby of the team and Hotch became her Dad, Y/N is autistic and has sensory issues.

Ever since she was little her father was ablest and would bully her and verbally abuse her saying how her being Autistic meant something was wrong with her and that she needed fixing, the man caused her to have so many meltdowns and sensory overloads that it made others concerned her teachers as school.

He was later arrested for child abuse and was sent to prison, Y/N was then left with her neighbours who were a nice loving family and always liked her but hated her dad and were glad she got away from him after suffering for years, her Mum was out of the picture.

The young girl had so much trauma from her childhood when she joined the BAU that Hotch became her father figure, their relationship helped mend Y/Ns trauma from her bio dad and she was able to live comfortably knowing he wasnt in her life anymore, she was treated with respect and was always told that her autism wasn't a bad thing.

From being with Penelope and Spencer (who are also Autistic) her relationship with her Autism was mended and she was able to be herself, while with her dad she could stim or doing anything 'autistic' but with her new found family she was free to stim and had all her accomedations, if anyone disrespected her or called her weird they would have to deal with an angry Hotch and the rest of the team.

It was a normal day for the team, they weren’t on a case and for once they all got to relax and fill out paperwork, well aside from Hotch and Spencer no one was doing any paperwork, Derek and Emily were sat giggling loudly like children as they kept throwing rolled up pieces of paper at their second youngest member.

The laughter increased as they kept hitting their mark, Spencers head, the genius was none the wiser as a pile of paper was forming around him at their many failed attempts. From the side JJ and Penelope sit and watch as Spencer doesn't realise, opposite the genius sat Y/N she was busy spinning in her chair with her headphones on and watching the scene play out.

She had the perfect poker face for when a paper ball hit Spencer's head, as the children in the bull pen play the two adults Hotch and Rossi where actually getting work done, , well Hotch was at least the Italian was drinking and watching the kids outside keeping an eye on them as someone responsible needed too.

As Y/N continued to spin around her in chair she didn’t hear the heavy footsteps off someone walking up behind her, the H/C woman was suddenly yanked off her chair and onto the hard floor by a man, in the process of being manhandled her headphones when flying off her head.

“What did I tall ya about doing that Girl!” exclaimed a voice that haunted her nightmares, gasping in terror Y/N stared frozen at her Father who was suppose to be in prison, the large man had a sickening grin on his face as he saw the terror in his daughter eyes.

“Yes its me!” he laughed that horrible laugh that had Y/N holding her hands overs her ears, the 21 year old was still frozen on the floor while the others were staring at the scene before them guns raised, by this time Hotch and Rossi had heard what happened and were out of their offices.

“bu-but your supposed to be in jail!” exclaimed Y/N finally finding her voice stuttering, the man looked down at her crumpled form, he then grabbed the front of her blouse pulling his daughter close. “they let me out for good behaviour, did ya miss me!” he semi whispered as Y/Ns face grew a sickening pale white, she scrambled to get away but the man wouldn’t let go instead he raised his hand and slapped her.

Y/N cried out in pain. “you really didn’t think I could be held for long did ya you retard! You really are still a fucked in the head as you were years ago” yelled the man, Hotch had had enough, he rain down thw ramp arms raised, gun in his hands. “Get your hands on hr now, you do realise you just assaulted a federal agent” growled out Hotch as the man teared his eyes away from the shivering form of his daughter.

He spat at Hotch. “your not her father I am, this waste of space in am Agent HA!”!” he laughed again and kicked Y/N hard in the ribs, Penelope gasps tears in her eyes as she witnesses her friend get beaten. Y/N holds in her cries of pain and raises her head from the floor glaring at the man.

“your not my dad you never have been!” she cried tears rolling down her face, the sadistic man smirked at the tears rolling down his daughters face, the sight reminding off when she was a kid and he would verbally abuse her, he had never hit her before now, it felt good.

Her words made him angry. “I am your father retard, though I hate to admit it you share my blood, your as stupid as I remember crying on the floor like the child you are to stupid to do what I say” he goes on on berating Y/N and saying how stupid she was once again verbally abusing her, as he went on his rant Y/N managed to stand up.

She was then pulled behind Hotch, his finger close to pulling the trigger. “you Bastard, you shut the fuck up now, you have crossed the line now get out of my building and away from my Daughter before I pump your body full of bullets!” yelled Hotch threw clenched teeth, he was so close to pulling the trigger instead he stormed up so he was chest to chest with the man and pulled back his fist.

When he lets go his right hand connected with the nose he was satisfied to feel it shatter, a smirk on his face before gesturing to a couple of agents. “now don’t ever come back or I will kill you” Hotches hand was burning but he felt satisfied when Y/Ns Dad freeze before he tsked and stormed out not before calling Y/N the R slur before he was detained by two agents ans forced into handcuffs.

Hotch crossed his arms before turning around to hug Y/N was had collapsed, the stress from her dad coming in draining her, she was then sat at her desk with Hotch hovering around her looking at her injuries, E/C eyes locked on his brown ones.

“Im your daughter” she whispers hoarsely, this made Hotch smile and run his hand through her hair. “of course, you are sweetie” he smiled softly kissing her forehead still smiling when she smiles back.

The end!!

Hoped you liked this oneshot so sorry for the wait! As usual sorry for the grammar and spelling mistake!

Requests are open!

Word count: 1366

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hotchbabygirl · 1 month

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They don’t make men like him anymore. 😭

#I love to torture myself huh?#I am aware I have mental breakdowns everytime I see young Thomas pictures #and yet I still do it I need help #I AM GONNA START CRYING AGAIN #LIKE HE LOOKED LIKE THIS????#😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#I CANT LET GO THAT THIS WAS HIM IN HIS YOUTH #aaron hotchner #thomas gibson #hotch #criminal minds

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littlecarmine · 10 months

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THOMAS GIBSON as YOUNG AARON HOTCHNER

CRIMINAL MINDS — 1.11 “BLOOD HUNGRY”

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sirpotys · 2 months

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Nothing, it's just me watching a young Hotchniss and Sergio.

Sergio is young Emily's favorite boy

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #aaron x emily #hotchniss #young hotchniss

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greg-montgomery · 11 months

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also trying to send aaron memes throughout the day from work and he’s like what do these mean and also how do you get any work done???

Or replying to his texts with reaction images because SOMETIMES IT JUST CAPTURES HOW I FEEL, HOTCHNER. A picture tells a thousand words or whatever you old fart.

you know what i’m thinking? showing aaron a tiktok or a meme and he has this Mom reaction where he’s like “who is this? is that a friend of yours 🤨” LMFAOOOO

okay but so real

you just miss him soooo bad when you’re both working so you send him things like:

and he’s like “???? what is this honey” and you’re like “…can’t you read :|”

when you explain to him he doesn’t get it he’s like “okay can’t you just text me you miss me like a normal person” so you’re just like “stfu this way it’s cuter 😒”

or if you ask him to send you a selfie or something bc you miss him and he does you always answer with some kind of thirsty pics like

and honestly they make him laugh 😭😭😭

he’s so cute and with the time he learns to communicate with them 😭😭😭

#‘you old fart’ i’m screaming #aaron let me be your controversially young gf and i’ll teach you all about these things 😩#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #hotch 🪐#nsfw.#ask

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film-bro-hotch · 1 year

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Victim of a Bad Habit - Hotch x Fem!Reader -- one shot

This is completely self-indulgent and simply because my brain is hyperfixating on Love and Human Remains. Please enjoy

Synopsis: You grew up with Hotch. You always knew him as the cocky asshole who slept around. The two of you were in a weird friends-with-benefits-type relationship. You kept it up through high school and would hook up during winter and summer breaks from college when you were both home. You hadn’t seen or heard from him since graduation, and honestly you hadn’t thought of him Not until he showed up at your job one day, asking questions about a recent murder.

Warnings: smut 18+, oral sex (f receiving), consent king Hotch, flashbacks mixed with pining, smoking, Hotch is an asshole, you are an asshole, I think that’s about it

WC: 3.6k

You were running as quickly as you could, or at least as quickly as the mix of your heels and Philly potholes would allow. You slept in a little later than usual and had to skip your morning coffee, just trying not to be late. You looked down at your watch. 9:03. Okay, you just had a couple more blocks to go. Maybe your editor wouldn’t notice that you weren’t at your desk yet.

Crossing one more street and taking large strides to maneuver the crosswalks of downtown Philly, you managed to make it to the newsroom at 9:09. The hustle of the place was normal. There was always someone running around, someone on the phone making calls. What you weren’t expecting to see was a couple of police officers and men in suits.

Sure, talking to cops was part of your job as a reporter, but you usually spoke to them on the phone, over email, or you went to them. Cops rarely ever come to you.

“You’ll want to talk to Ms. L/N. She is the one that ran the story. Her editor should be here soon as well.”

So your editor wasn’t there yet, perfect. But the cops wanted to talk to you. You ducked into the hallway to your office, trying to make it seem at least like you weren’t ten minutes late. You were logging in to your computer when you heard a knock on your door and someone say, “Ms. L/N?”

When you turned from your chair, the last person you expected to see was your old go-to hookup, Aaron Hotchner.

“Holy shit,” you said in disbelief. “If it isn’t the biggest asshole I know. It’s been a minute, Hotchner. You really know how to keep a girl waiting.” What you hadn’t accounted for, though, was change. His lips were creased in a tight line, and annoyance seemed to be pressed permanently into his face. His partner looked more shocked than Aaron did, though there was some amusement behind it.

“Excuse me?” his voice made it sound more like a command than a question.

“What? Would you have rather I called you a whore?”

His partner’s snort of either shock or laughter interjected before he could say anything. “You two know each other?” he asked, his voice wavering a bit like he was trying to hold back a laugh.

“Old friends,” you said.

“Former classmates,” he said at the same time, earning your raised brow.

“Okay,” his partner said, clearing his throat and shoving his hands into his pockets. “I haven’t had coffee yet. You want some coffee?”

“I would love some coffee,” you say. “Cream and sugar is fine.”

The other agent gave a nod and looked over to Hotch, but he only gave a firm shake of his head. He looked back to you, smiling in a way that told you he knew at the very least that the two of you messed around back in the day. “I’ll have that right out sweetheart,” he said before closing the door and heading down the hall.

You stood from your chair, moving a little closer so you could lean on your desk, arms crossed. “So, law enforcement?”

“FBI, actually,” he said dully.

“A Fed? Damn, you really made something of yourself…but it seems you got a little boring in the process.”

He bristled at that. “I am not boring.”

“Maybe not boring, but compared to the Hotch I know, this guy is…well, I have yet to see that shit-eating grin you used to always have.”

“People change.”

“That much?”

You weren’t sure how, and you weren’t going to ask, but somehow Aaron had gotten the keys to the theater’s rooftop. He was smiling like a fool as he climbed up the ladder, taking your hand and pulling you up the rest of the way.

“You sure no one is going to call the cops on us? I would rather not have to explain to my parents that I was caught having sex on someone else’s private property,” you said, giving him a critical look. You thought he was crazy when he suggested this, and he probably was. But you said yes anyway.

“Oh come on, live a little, Y/N.” He already had a cigarette in his mouth and was in the process of starting his lighter. When he managed to light it, you plucked it from his mouth, feigning annoyance.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you to wait on a lady?” you asked.

“You’re considered a lady?” he countered, earning him a rough shove to the chest, but you were both laughing.

“You can be such a dick sometimes, you know.”

“Yeah. Keeps the people I don’t like away,” he mused, taking the cigarette from your lips and replacing its warmth with himself. His lips brushed yours, feeling the bump from where his lips were starting to chap. It was getting colder, and he more than likely forgot to put on a moisturizer. It was almost a surprise to you considering he was always preening himself. You pressed yourself into his arms, feeling his stubble brush against you.

“Good thing I tolerate assholes,” you mused before going right back to the kiss.

Well, he was certainly still an asshole. Just one that grated your nerves a little bit more. You had a feeling that he wouldn’t tell you what changed, what seemed to make him such a different person. Was it really the job?

“Okay, fine. What does the FBI want anyway?” you asked, tilting your chin up a little bit. You could be pompous too.

“The recent string of murders,” he started, and you nodded.

“I know. I’ve been covering them,” you interjected, mostly just to get on his nerves. Which you did, it seemed.

“Your article about the one two nights ago, it had some information that came from anonymous sources. We need to know who those are.”

“Ah ah ah, it isn’t that easy, Hotch. I take my sources very seriously. I’m not just going to give them to you.”

“Why not?” he seemed more in disbelief than anything

Oh? Why not? You couldn’t help the smirk on your face. He sounded like a spoiled child who didn’t get his way.

His partner came back in then, holding two steaming cups. He handed one over to you which you gladly took. Toying with Hotch really was exhausting. “Thank you…I don’t believe I ever caught your name.”

“Hotch didn’t introduce me while I was gone? Seems like he’s slacking. I’m Agent Dave Rossi,” he said, extending his hand. You happily took it, not bothering to look at Hotch as you did it. You knew how bruised his ego was, and you loved kicking it while it was down.

You leaned back against your desk, one arm across your body still and the other holding your cup of coffee. “As I was saying, I can’t just give up my sources, no matter how much you say it is going to help you in your case.”

“And if I get a subpoena for you?” Aaron challenged.

“Listen, I don’t expect you to understand, but anonymity is something we take very seriously. If I grant my sources that, they will get it. And if I get subpoenaed, what do you think is going to happen? Like every other journalist, my paper has funds for this kind of stuff already set aside. I’ll have to pay a fine or spend a little time in jail, so what?”

“So what? Do you not care about justice being served? About protecting the community you are writing to?” Hotch asked, an edge to his voice you hadn’t heard before.

“Maybe if you did your jobs a little better, reporters wouldn’t have to worry about that.”

You seemed to really have struck a nerve then. His jaw clenched, and he looked at Rossi. “We are done here,” he said before storming out of the room. Rossi offered you a half smile, pulling out his wallet and handing you two cards, what you assumed were their business cards.

“If you change your mind. Oh, and thanks for the coffee,” he said as he turned, closing the door to your office on his way out.

You only had a few classes with him in high school, and to be honest you really didn’t talk when you saw each other. You both had your circles you ran in, and they didn’t overlap. Sometimes you would give the other a nod in the hallway. It was known that Aaron got around. Some rumored that it was not just with girls, but you didn’t care about that. It wasn’t any of your business anyway.

You simply took the time he would have with you and relished in them when you could. You were usually out late in some part of town or your room when your parents were gone, which was more often than not. You never went to his place. No one ever did.

One of the last times the two of you did anything together, you were both 22 and on break from college. It was just a couple of months away from graduation. He had just gotten into the law program at George Washington. You were lying on the roof of that same theater. You don’t think he ever got rid of the key he had back in high school.

The two of you had been drinking, and you were sharing a cigarette. Your hands were in his hair as you asked, “You really want to do this? Go into the whole law thing? You can’t exactly sleep around being a lawyer.”

“Sure I can,” he said with that stupid grin, “name a lawyer who doesn’t.” He had a point there. Your free hand was still running through his fluffy black hair.

“I mean it. Like, do you think you’ll enjoy it?”

“Law is black and white. There is a right and a wrong. It’s that kind of simplicity that draws me to it. I don’t have to think when I work, so I can spend every moment outside of it pondering everything like I always have been.”

“And this thing we are doing? Trespassing and all that, right or wrong?”

“Oh, very wrong, but that’s what makes it fun.”

That was the last time you saw that devious smile of his. No trace of it was on whatever you saw today. You wanted to know what happened to the man you once knew, the man that had such an annoying grin that somehow managed to make you smile. You shook your head. You had gone years without thinking of him, you can go the rest of your life pretending it didn’t happen.

You spent the rest of your day working like usual, calling sources for your next article, brainstorming new ideas. Even with his business card shoved to the back of your desk drawer, you felt called to it, to him. You had gotten most of your things in your bag, ready to leave for the day. Even at the door you felt you were missing something. You knew what it was, but you also knew you couldn’t leave without it. “Fucking bastard,” you muttered under your breath, grabbing the card and shoving it into your pocket. For safe keeping.

When you got back to your apartment, you threw your stuff on the kitchen table like most days, lounging and deciding that dinner would be something you thought of later, that today was far too tiring to think of what to cook. You stayed like that for a long while, surfing the tv channels and finding nothing that was satisfying. Nothing could seem to take your mind off of him and the way he was nothing like the man you remembered. Against your better judgment, you pulled out the business cards, deciding to give Hotch’s partner a call.

He picked up after the first couple of rings. “Agent Dave Rossi.”

“Hey, this is Y/N L/N, the reporter from the newspaper. I know it’s a little late, but I was wondering if I could talk to one of you.”

You could have sworn you felt his smirk through the phone. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all. If you would like to come to us, we are staying at the Marriott on 2nd Avenue.”

Just down the street from you. “That would be perfect. 30 minutes okay?”

“Sounds great. Room number is 317.”

You said goodbye and hung up the phone, grabbing your keys and wallet, shoving them into the tote bag you usually kept in the kitchen. You could just grab some dinner on the way back. If you were talking to Rossi then maybe it wouldn’t last too long. You left your house, walking along the sidewalk a few blocks away until you reached the hotel. It was nothing fancy, pretty standard really. You figured people wouldn’t exactly like their tax money being spent on housing federal agents in 5-star luxury hotels every case they had. If only that was true, that would be quite the story. You take the elevator up to the third floor, hanging a left and finding the room with relative ease. You knocked, stepping back and waiting for Rossi to answer.

But the man that opened the door was not Rossi, and he looked nearly as shocked as you.

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, his shock turning to annoyance.

“I called Agent Rossi…said I wanted to talk. This was the room number he gave me.” You should have expected this. He seemed to eat up the little bit of the interaction he saw between you and Hotch earlier today.

Hotch seemed to think for a moment, but finally he stepped back from the door. “Rossi isn’t even here. He’s back at the police station working on paperwork. Just come in and we can talk,” he said, giving you room to step in. It was then that you noticed he had changed into more casual clothes. A George Washington Law School sweatshirt and some sweatpants. He looked like he was about to go to bed.

“Listen, I’m really sorry for earli-” you had started, but he cut you off.

“It’s fine, really. Don’t worry about it.” His tone said otherwise. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees. There was a long moment of silence between the two of you, a tension that the other seemed to refuse to break. You were the first one to speak.

“What changed?” you asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Everything about you. It’s like you are a different person,” you would have continued, but his agitation stopped you.

“Jesus Christ, not this! Can’t you just deal with the fact that I’ve grown up and you haven’t!” he snapped.

“I haven’t grown up?” you asked, baffled.

“You called me a fucking whore in front of my coworker!” Well, he had a point there.

“I know that was uncalled for, and I’m sorry, but I called you an asshole, that’s different.”

“No, it isn’t!”

“I’m trying to fucking apologize, Aaron! Would you just let me?!” That was the first time you had raised your voice at him, and it seemed the two of you had run out of steam. You were both quiet, neither wanting to challenge the words that hung thick in the air.

“What changed, Aaron?” you asked again.

He was silent for a long moment, his eyes not meeting yours. His gaze was fixed on the floor, his eyes deciding that it was much more interesting than facing you. “I was a stupid kid, Y/N,” he started. “I didn’t know what I was getting into. I didn’t think I would care. I saw so many cases go through my door as a prosecutor, and I felt like even though I was serving justice, I wasn’t making any difference. I wasn’t saving any lives. I felt - I was so lost. I went through high school and college coasting, and I was so lost.”

You were quiet as you moved closer, placing a hand over his. You felt his calloused edges, and his fingers brushed over your cuts and scrapes. “Still picking at your fingers?” he asked, finally meeting your eyes.

“We all have our bad habits,” you said, your fingers finding themselves lacing with his.

“Mind if I pick this bad one back up again? Just this once?” he looked up at you, and you could feel a part of your past self smile. There was still a hint of him there. You took your free hand, running it through his hair. It was shorter now, parts of it stiff from a little bit of a heavy hand at the styling gel.

“Please,” you found yourself whispering. Your breath was taken out of you as he pressed his lips to yours, your hand still in his hair and gripping the back of his head as you pulled him closer. His weight pushed you into the plush hotel mattress, still holding on to his hair. You winced a little, his teeth colliding with your bottom lip as he tried to deepen the kiss, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. You could hear his soft chuckle against your lips, feel the way his laugh made his chest shake. You started to move away from his lips, your kisses peppering the corner of his lips, down to his jawline, but he pulled away abruptly. You expected regret, for him to tell you to get out and not call him again. But when you saw his face, you saw that stupid, shit-eating grin he had been missing.

“I think I owe you a little something. For being a bit of a dick, I mean.”

“A bit?” You asked, raising your brow, but he didn’t give you time to complain. His lips were on your jawline now, slowly moving lower to your neck, staying in a few places a little longer, with the intent to leave a mark no doubt.

He worked devilishly, moving to your collarbone. You went to unbutton your top, but he stopped you. “Ah ah ah, my job.”

Oh, damn him. His fingers were agonizingly slow, going one button at a time, leaving a kiss at each place that had once been covered. When he reached your breasts, one hand slipped to your thigh, the other taking hold of your bra strap. “Is this okay?” he asked, pulling away from his work to look at you.

“Keep going,” you breathed out. His hand slipped behind you, unclasping your bra with an ease that surprised you despite his known history. He pulled it off your body, leaving your breasts exposed for him. His lips continued their journey, one hand gripping your left breast while his lips toyed with your right. You couldn’t help the high pitched yelp of surprise when you felt his teeth graze your nipple. “Aaron,” you managed, feeling yourself squirming underneath him. You could feel a heat growing between your legs, one that you tried to stifle by keeping your thighs closed.

Of course he noticed, and you could nearly feel his smirk in his kisses, the way he moved from your breasts down to your navel, stopping occasionally to leave his mark. He looked up at you then, asking for permission to go further, and you nodded. “Your words. Use them,” he scolded. If you were in any other situation, you would have rolled your eyes, but at that moment you needed him, so you gave in and said, “Yes.”

His fingers were nimble as they unclasped your belt, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down, throwing them to the side. Next was your underwear which in his eagerness he nearly ripped. You opened your mouth to complain but stopped as he moved closer, placing your knees on his shoulders and starting the real work. You nearly came undone by his first touch, something he was surely going to tease you for later. One hand was still on your thigh, gripping hard enough it was sure to leave a mark come morning. He kissed the most vulnerable parts of you, slowly pulling you apart like an intricate braid that only he knew the secrets to. You could feel yourself building, and Hotch could too. He pulled away just long enough for you to groan, your body begging for his return. “Aaron,” you called, hearing him laugh from between your legs.

“So impatient,” he toyed.

“Asshole.”

“You already knew that one.” It only took a few more waves of his devilish hand to bring you to your peak, gripping the cheap, white bed sheets and crying out, gasping to regain your breath. You could hear your heart thumping in your ears, a sound that nearly overwhelmed you when Hotch came back up, grinning like a fool and kissing you. Tasting yourself on his lips, your hands back to his hair and his hands cradling your face. It all felt so right, and for a moment it felt like you had that Hotch back.

“You think we could keep this bad habit up?” you asked, still trying to catch your breath. Hotch just gave a little laugh and shook his head.

“No, I don’t think we will.”

“Glad we are on the same page,” you breathed as you kissed him again.

The two of you laid like that for a while, sharing the occasional kiss but mostly just staying in each other’s arms for as long as time allowed. You still weren’t sure if you would be there come morning, but that didn’t matter. You would be back one of these days. You were both victims of bad habits.

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Just Like a Folk Song - Part 3

Part 3: Our Love Lasts So Long

Emily and Aaron have been friends since they were children, what will happen when Emily realises she can no longer keep her feelings for him to herself?

A Young Hotchniss AU

Part 3/3

Part 1, Part 2

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Hi friends!

This is the third and final part of this fic in celebration of @ssa-sparks birthday. Love you so much bestie, and I hope you enjoy this.

Thanks for all the love on this fic, it means a lot. Young Hotchniss always have a special place in my heart <3

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Words: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+, Smut

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

For a moment she allows herself to sink into it.

His hands are on her cheeks, holding her in place as she finally finds out what he tastes like, an answer to a question she’d been asking herself for years. She places her hands on his chest, sighing into the kiss as she loses herself in it, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

It’s what snaps her back to reality.

She uses her hands to push herself off of him, putting distance between them as she presses her fingers to her lips, the ghost of his kiss still pressed against her skin.

“No,” she says, shaking her head, “What are you doing? You have a girlfriend, Aaron.”

He sighs, internally chastising himself for handling this so poorly, and he steps into her apartment, pulling the door closed behind him. His heart breaks a little bit as she steps further back as if protecting herself from him, something she has never done before.

“No, Em,” he says, blowing out a breath, “I don’t.”

She stares at him, her hand slipping from her face and to her side. She licks her lips, looking him up and down as his words sink in, “Wha…what?” She asks, placing her hands on her hips, “I met her yesterday. Haley. Blonde, pretty. Annoyingly nice.”

He suppresses a smile, knowing now of all times was not the time to let her think he was making fun of her, “We broke up.”

She feels like she can’t move. Her body heavy as she’s rooted to the spot, all the air pushed out of her lungs as treacherous hope fills them. She huffs out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob and it shudders in her chest, “Why?”

He steps towards her and this time she doesn’t move, she stays frozen in place, her eyes wide and shining. He stops just short of touching her, so close he can feel her breath skip across his face.

“You know why,” he says, reaching out and grabbing her hand, linking their fingers together, “I know you didn’t say it directly to me, but I love you too, Em,” he chuckles dryly as her eyes go impossibly wider, and he places his spare hand on her back, testing how it felt to press his palm against the small of it, “I have for a long time. And if I’d ever thought for a moment that I’d have a chance with you I would never have started seeing Haley. You’re everythi-”

She’s the one to surge forward this time, her hand not linked through his cupping the back of his neck as she drags him in, swallowing the rest of his confession as she presses her lips against his. It’s soft, lacking the desperation of the kiss they’d shared just moments ago. His hand shifts to her hip, gripping her tightly through her t-shirt when she moans. They pull away when the need for air gets too much, and he rests his forehead against hers.

“We should talk,” he says, and she nods, her forehead knocking gently against his. He leads her over to the couch and they sit down. They’d sat here countless times in the past together but as they settle down, their hands still linked as if they were both afraid to sever the connection, it feels different. They sit in silence, neither of them sure where to start. He takes a deep breath and asks the question that has been playing on his mind since that morning, “Why did you never tell me?”

She chuckles and looks down at their joint hands, her focus on how they fit together, as if they were made for each other. She looks back up at him, her lips pressed together as she shrugs nonchalantly.

“Why did you never tell me?” She asks, raising her eyebrow at him as she repeats his question. She sighs and shakes her head, mostly at herself, before she carries on, “I was worried you didn’t feel the same way. I didn’t want to lose you.”

“You could never lose me, Em,” he says, squeezing her hand, “Never,” he lifts their joint hands and presses a kiss to her knuckles, something that makes her smile, her cheeks flushing pink as warmth rushes through her, “I was worried you didn’t feel the same way about me,” he chuckles self deprecatingly, “Haley picked up on it after seeing us interact for just a few minutes. She said that the only people who don’t know we love each other are the two of us.”

She presses her lips together and shakes her head, her conversation with her mother, the conversation that had led to this, playing on a loop in her head, “My mom said the same thing.”

He frowns and tilts his head at her, “She did?”

Emily nods and they exchange a smile, “Apparently she and Dave talk about it,” she quips, and she laughs when his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. She reaches out and cups his cheek, pressing her thumb into the dimple there, and she bites her lower lip. “So, what do we do now?”

He smiles, and it makes her stomach flip, love for him almost overwhelming her, “I guess we move forward together.”

She leans in and presses her lips against his, revelling in her ability to do so after so long, and she wraps her arms around his neck, desperate to be as close to him as possible. He rests his hand on her waist, his hand warm and heavy through her shirt, and she shifts closer, the need to feel all of him almost an instinct. She hooks her leg over his hip and settles into his lap, moaning into the kiss as he licks through her mouth, his grip on her tightening as she rolls her hips against his.

He feels a groan rumble deep in his chest and it knocks him out of how he’d briefly got lost in her, his brain winning out over his baser instincts.

“Wait,” he says, pulling back from the kiss, his hands shifting to her shoulders and pushes her back gently, a wry smile on his face when she leans in to kiss him again, “I want to take you on a date first.”

She groans and leans forward, pressing her forehead against his, “Aaron, we’ve known each other since we were kids. What could we possibly learn about each other on a date?”

“You’ve always said I’m too much of a gentleman,” he says, tucking her hair behind her ear as she pulls back to look at him, “Now you’ve got to deal with it.”

She sighs and shakes her head, rolling her eyes playfully before she eventually nods, “Fine,” she says playing with the hair on the back of his head, “We can still make out though, right?”

He laughs and nods, stamping a kiss against her lips quickly, “Nothing is going to stop me from doing that.”

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He takes her on a date the following day, both of them not wanting to waste any more time.

It feels awkward and she hates it, her hands clasped together tightly in her lap as she struggles to know what to say. It feels nothing short of ridiculous, he was her best friend. The man she’d been in love with for years. Now she had everything she wanted, free of the adrenaline of the night before, of the high of finally kissing him, and she didn’t know what to do.

“Are you okay, Em?” Aaron asks, his smile achingly kind and she blows out a breath, reaching out for her glass of wine and taking a sip before she answers.

“Can I talk to you about something? As my best friend? Not…the guy I’m on a date with?” She asks, unsure how to categorise their relationship, the word boyfriend seeming too strong and not enough all at once.

He reaches out and places his hand over hers on the table, “You can talk to me about anything, you know that.”

She smiles, feeling more at ease than she had since he’d arrived to pick her up at her place, and she blows out a breath, “There’s this guy I’m hopelessly in love with, but he’s the most important person in the world to me, and I’m worried about what will happen if things don’t work between us.”

He feels his heart ache as if it was clenched in a fist, and he sandwiches her hand between both of his, hoping that the press of his skin against hers will feel like the manifestation of the love that he felt for her.

“Well, it’s funny you should bring that up,” he says smiling softly at her, “Because there’s this woman I’m hopelessly in love with, I have been since before I knew what love was, and there is nothing that could ever stop that from being true.”

She huffs out a breath and shakes her head at him, “You can’t be sure of that.”

He shifts his chair closer to hers and for a moment he doubts his decision to insist on going on a date before they went any further than making out. He hated that it had given her time to let the doubt, the anxiety, sneak in, but he also knew it was important to have this conversation before they went any further.

“I can be,” he replies firmly, squeezing her hand, “I’ve always been sure of you.”

She smiles, pressing her lips together in an attempt to suppress it, “I always forget how cheesy you can be.”

He leans forward and stamps his lips against hers, “Well, since you’re my girlfriend now you’re going to have to get used to it.”

She can’t fight her smile anymore, the moniker making joy fill her chest, and she nods, all of her worries fading away. He’d never done anything other than make her feel safe, so she knew she had to trust him. She leans in and kisses him again, tasting the bottle of wine they were sharing on his lips, and she nods as she pulls back.

“I guess I will.”

After that, it feels normal, any awkwardness gone as they eat dinner and laugh as they always had, the laughter now interspersed with kisses and hand-holding. When they leave, he insists on paying, something she lets slide because she knows he wants to. They walk out of the restaurant hand in hand and he tugs her into a kiss when they are on the street, his arm banding around her back as he pulls her close. She pulls back and presses her forehead against his.

“Let’s go back to mine,” she says, kissing him again, anticipation bubbling in her belly and he nods, fire she can feel deep in her gut sparking in his eyes.

The journey to her place has never felt longer, his hand heavy and warm on her thigh as he drives keeping her on edge. She snaps when they get into the elevator, cornering him and smiling when he turns them, his hands on her hips as the cool wall touches her bare shoulders. Her heels mean they are almost the same height, and she sighs contentedly as she kisses him, her arms snaking around his waist, her hands moving upwards to rest on the back of his shoulders. He presses her further against the wall, the heat of him against her front and the coolness of the wall at her back driving her crazy. She moans as he licks across the seam of her lips, her grip on his jacket tightening as he deepens the kiss, licking the roof of her mouth.

They are so lost in each other they don’t hear the door open, or the ding of the elevator letting them know they’d arrived on her floor. The thing that drags them apart, makes them move like they are on fire, is the clearing of a throat behind them. Emily’s eyes go wide as she sees her building manager standing just the elevator door, keeping it open, his eyebrow raised as he looks at the two of them.

“Mr Gideon,” she says, clearing her throat, idly trying to flatten her hair where Aaron had been running his fingers through it, “Good to see you.”

He clears his throat and stands out of the way, his arm still blocking the elevator door as they walk out of it, avoiding touching each other as if he hadn’t just spotted them making out.

“You too, Miss Prentiss,” he says, clearly trying to cover his amusement, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” she says back, a smile fixed on her face as he presses the button to close the elevator. He smiles tightly at the two of them and shakes his head, his final comment not quite cut off by the doors closing.

“It’s about damn time.”

Emily chokes on a laugh as she shakes her head and turns to look at Aaron, “Did everybody know?”

He chuckles and wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer so he can kiss her temple, “Apparently,” he says, kissing her head again before he starts to lead her towards her apartment, “At least we caught up eventually.”

She kisses him, her hand gripping his lapel before she pulls back, “Come one, let's go inside,” she says, leading them towards her apartment, “If Penelope is home and she catches up we’ll never hear the end of it.”

He smiles at the thought of her exuberant neighbour, one of two roommates you lived next door, and follows Emily down the hall. He stands behind her as she unlocks the door to her apartment, his hands on her hips as he purposely crowds her, pride swelling in his chest at how she gasps, her body tense against him as he presses into her back.

As soon as they are inside she takes off her shoes, smiling gratefully when he reaches out to steady her as she balances on one foot and then the other. She drops her purse on the side table and turns to look at him, looking up through her lashes as she bites her lower lip. He leans in, his lips hovering just over hers as he moves his hand to her back, pressing her closer.

“Em, are you sure?”

She smiles and nods, “I’ve never been more sure.”

He kisses her fiercely, and she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. They barely break apart as they make it to her bedroom, each of them taking turns to press the other into the wall, hands pulling at fabric as they leave her dress in the hallway. They are just over the threshold into her room when his shirt lands on the floor, a few buttons pinging off in her desperation, scattering in different directions across her hardwood floor.

Aaron gets her on the bed and takes a moment to look at her, his eyes trailing slowly down her body. He’d always known she was beautiful, but even in the moments when he’d allowed himself to imagine this he’d never imagined her to be this beautiful. He takes a moment to try and memorise the softness of her skin, the freckles that he’d never seen before, always hidden by her clothes, and he leans in to kiss her, a much needed reminder that this was real.

He runs his hands down her body, chasing the goose pimples that he creates, and he reaches her hips. He runs his finger along the hip band of her lacey underwear, his eyes fixed on the matching bra, “I like this.”

She tenses under his gaze, the intensity of it making her flush, her thighs clenching around nothing as she desperately seeks out some kind of pressure, “It’s new.”

He smiles and kisses her collarbone, trailing his lips down her chest, alternating between nipping at her skin and then laving it with his tongue. He bites her nipple through the lace of her bra and she arches her back, chasing the sensation as she digs her fingers into his hair. He switches to her other breast, finally pulling down her bra and touching her skin directly, both of them sighing at the contact.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” he groans, pressing his hips into the mattress to find some kind of relief. He places his hand underneath her and unclasps her bra, shifting off of her just enough to pull it down her arms, throwing it somewhere into the room behind him, “So beautiful.”

She wonders if she should feel embarrassed at the way he’s looking at her, the reverence in his eyes almost overwhelming, but she feels empowered, emboldened by it. She pulls him into a kiss, dropping her thighs open so he falls between them, hoping he’ll take the hint. She almost sighs with relief when he smiles into the kiss before he pulls away and shifts downwards.

He kisses her through her underwear, taking a moment to breathe her in, to smell her from the source as he presses his face into the lacey material. He licks her through it and her hips jolt, making him smile before he pulls back and kisses her thigh.

“You smell so good, baby,” he says, kissing her thigh again before he hooks his thumbs into the sides of her underwear and pulls them down her legs, “Got to taste you.”

She groans in frustration, pressing her head back into the pillow as she screws her eyes shut, anticipation slowly driving her insane, “For a guy who has never been particularly chatty, I didn’t have you down as a talker-”

He cuts her off as he licks through her, stealing the air from her lungs as she hooks a leg around his shoulders, her heel digging into his back. She breathlessly releases his name, and he thinks it’s his new favourite way of hearing her say it, and he decides right there and then he’s going to hear it that way as often as he can. He listens carefully as he builds her up, pays close attention to what makes her gasp, what makes her hips jolt into his face. All tiny bits of information he files away. Learning new things about her had always been one of his favourite things to do, and this just took it to a new level.

She feels herself getting closer to the edge, his hums of satisfaction vibrating through her as he carries on, and she moans loudly, a little too loudly given how thin the walls of her apartment were, when he pushes two fingers inside of her.

“Fuck,” she grunts out, her hips starting to stutter, but he holds them down, his spare hand pressing onto her belly, “I’m so close.”

“I know,” he says, pulling away from her just enough to talk, and she looks down, the on his chin in the low light of her bedroom almost obscene, “I can feel it,” he says, his voice rough with desire, “You’re so wet for me.”

She nods, her elbows giving out from under her as dives back in, his tongue and his fingers unrelenting, “Fuck…Aaron.”

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he says, barely pulling away enough to speak and she does just that, her entire body shuddering as fire spreads from her belly outwards, every single nerve ending tingling as she yells his name.

He doesn’t stop, his fingers not stilling inside of her until her orgasm passes, his lips now focused on pressing quick, soft, kisses to her thighs. A breath shudders out of her as he moves up the bed and lays next to her, and she chuckles breathlessly as she turns to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips.

“God you’re good at that,” she says, her chest still heaving up and down as she tries to catch her breath. She reaches down and palms the front of his pants, smiling when he groans, the tables turning so quickly between them as they always had, “Your turn.”

He stops her, grabbing her wrist before she tries to undo his pants, and she frowns at him, her head tilted curiously. He leans in and kisses her before he pulls back, “Next time. This time I want to be with you.”

“Next time.” She nods and kisses him again before he stands up to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. She pushes herself up on her elbows and smiles as he pulls his pants and boxers down, her eyes fixed on him as he springs free from his clothes. He smiles curiously at her as he steps back towards the bed, his eyebrow raised.

“What?” He asks, settling back over her, both of them groaning as he nudges against her.

“Nothing,” she replies, pushing his hair off of his forehead, “Just an answer to a question I’ve had for years,” she says, her smile getting wider as he fakes offence, his fingers trailing through her again, notching over her sensitive clit. “Condom,” she chokes out, and he nods, looking around for his pants before she smiles, “In the nightstand.”

He knows her, he knows her past, so he doesn’t question it, doesn’t look irritated like other partners had. He simply sits up, the cool air of the room hitting her, and he reaches into the nightstand, pulling one of the foil packets out of the box. He rips it open and rolls it on himself, smiling when he sees the question in her eyes, and he stamps a kiss against her lips.

“I think this would be over before this started if you did it, sweetheart,” he says, settling back over her, his hips in the cradle of hers, “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

She smiles softly and cups his cheek, “You could never disappoint me.”

He kisses her and links his hand through hers, resting them on the bed next to her. He uses his spare hand to slowly guide himself into her, his punched out breath lost against her collarbone as he finally feels her around him.

She gasps at the stretch, her hand clenching his as he pushes into her. He waits, stopping to allow her to adjust, and she pushes her hips up into his, silently asking him to move. She knows if they’d done this last night it would have been different, more intense and rough as they finally gave in to what they’d both wanted for years. Whilst she knows she would have loved that, and that they will have that in the future, she’s grateful that their first time is like this. Soft, tender.

A perfect transition from their friendship to what they were now, a symbol of the love and care they’d always had for each other.

“You feel so good, Em,” he grunts against her skin as they find a rhythm, the easiness of it surprising to them both, as if they’d done this a hundred times.

“You too,” she replies, pulling him in for a kiss, her praise lost against his lips, “So fucking good.”

It felt as if they were made for each other, and despite not being a romantic, she likes to think they were. She eventually feels a familiar pull in her belly, white hot heat building as she clenches around him, his hips slowly losing their rhythm as he gets close too.

“I’m close,” he mutters, his lips against her neck, and she nods.

“Me too.”

He reaches between them and presses his thumb into her clit, his touch more gentle than it had been before, and as he rubs a circle around her she finally tips over the edge. He joins her shortly afterwards, her orgasm triggering his, and he grunts her name into her chest.

For a few moments, they lay there, limbs tangled around each other until she chuckles, her head back on her pillow as she once again tries to catch her breath. He pushes her hair out of her face and smiles when she looks at him.

“What?” He asks, his eyes soft and full of nothing but love, and she shakes her head and bites her lower lip.

“We should have done that a long time ago.”

He chuckles and leans forward to kiss her, the action soft, somehow even more delicate, and he rests his forehead against hers, “We’re idiots.”

She hums, “But at least we’re each other’s idiots,” she says kissing him as she plays with his hair, “I love you.”

He can’t help but smile as he wonders just how his life has changed so much for the better in just a short couple of days.

“I love you too.”

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Emily wakes up suddenly, pulled from sleep so quickly it startles her. She blearily blinks her eyes and smiles as he looks at the other side of the bed. Aaron was fast asleep, his hair adorably messy, and he had his arm over her hip, heavy and comforting as he held her close. She had wondered at one point last night before she fell asleep, happy and sated, if she’d wake up to find that this had all been a dream. That he was still with Haley and her subconscious had tricked her with what she could never have. But it was real, he was here, with her. He was her boyfriend and she finally had everything she’d ever wanted.

She sighs happily, her body deliciously sore as she stretches slightly, and she’s about to snuggle back into his side when she hears a knock on her front door, the very thing that must have torn her from sleep.

She groans as she pulls herself out of Aaron’s embrace, and she yawns as she stands up. She picks up his shirt from the floor and smiles to herself as she does up a few buttons, almost standing on one of the ones she’d broken the night before as she walks towards the door. She’s content that she’s covered up enough, the shirt coming down to mid thigh, and she checks the peephole, rolling her eyes lovingly when she sees her neighbour standing there.

“Hi Pen,” she says, opening the door, making sure to stand behind it a little to cover more of herself, “Is everything okay?”

Penelope gasps as she takes in her appearance, “I knew it. You had a guy here last night.”

Emily’s eyes go wide and she splutters for a moment, her defences not quite kicking in since she’d only been awake a couple of minutes, “What? What makes you say that?”

“Your pjyamas for a start,” she says excitedly, “Not to mention last night we could hear your activities through the wall. I said to J-”

“Okay,” she says, cutting her off, feeling embarrassment burn in her cheeks, “Well I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no need to-”

“Em?” Aaron says from behind her, and it makes her sigh and close her eyes. Even though he was blocked by the door, Penelope immediately recognised his voice, her eyes almost comically wide as her mouth falls open. Aaron makes it to Emily’s side, the fact he was only wearing boxers confirming the conclusion Penelope had come to, “Is everything…oh. Hi Penelope.”

There’s a moment of silence, a brief reprieve before Penelope almost bursts with excitement, turning on her heels and running back to her apartment, yelling her roommate's name at the top of her lungs.

“JJ!”

Emily groans as she closes the door and leans back against Aaron. He wraps his arms around her, and she places her hands over his as he turns his head to kiss her cheek.

“Want to get dressed and sneak out for breakfast before she comes back with reinforcements?” He asks, and she turns her head, smiling as she nods and captures his lips in a kiss.

“Yes please.”

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Studying with Aaron [requested]

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Hello, loves! I hope you are all having a good day/week so far. This post is for my sweet anon who asked for some Aaron study inspiration. Thank you so much for your request. I had such fun coming up with the mood board, HC's, and a little drabble. I hope you enjoy it and good luck with all of your studying and exams! You've got this! Love Levi -❤️

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Aaron knows that it gets cold in the library, so he brings an extra sweater or blanket for you to wear while you both study.

Aaron gets you any candy or snacks that you want from the vending machines on the second floor. He also knows that apart from the basics, the machines don’t have everything you like, so he buys a few bags of your favorite chips and salty snacks and has some in his apartment and in his backpack in case you need a change from sugary snacks.

If you're on the quiet floors of the library and a person or group is being loud, he will go and tell them to move and is serious about this request. He will stand and glare at the individual(s) until they are gone.

Aaron will quiz you on formulas and concepts for your math and science exams and has written a detailed list of major dates, people, and events for your history courses. He takes all the time you need to remember the important things for each class. He suggests memory devices and tricks to help you retain the stores of information you need.

Even if he says he’s not a good writer, Aaron is a good editor. He will read over any papers or presentations you must turn in. He will make remarks on the whole paper and major points, but he’ll also correct you on your syntax and grammar. As a prelaw student, he is used to detailed work and he wants you to present your best work.

He doesn’t bother you when you are working. He has his own studies too, but every hour you will both debrief and say one major point that you have both learned in that time. You write them out on a whiteboard next to your table. You and Aaron also both have major goals or assignments listed on the board and when either of you finish one of them you cheer each other on! (This is on a non-quiet floor of the library of course).

The short Hotch drabble is below the cut. 1.2K words.

Pairing Hotch x gender-neutral reader

Category: Fluff/comfort

Word count: 1.2K

Content warnings: None

A/N: Two things. 1. This isn't well edited and 2. I use the slang Diffy Q which stands for differential equations. If you liked this story, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

_y/n_ = your name

You look at your phone again. It had been nearly half an hour since Aaron had run out to grab a drink. Unless he was getting plastered somewhere off campus then ‘Going to grab a drink’ shouldn’t have taken him more than a few minutes. Just as you were about to shoot him a text asking him where he was, the man in question came walking down the hall and toward your table. He was rather awkwardly holding two 711 Styrofoam cups. He took a sip of one of them to make sure he was giving his partner the right cup. He was right and set the other cup in front of you. You smile at him and in a teasing voice say, “Have you suddenly anthropomorphized into a car and needed some petrol to keep that brain of yours going?” Aaron scoffed and replied, “You know you stop making sense when you’re this tired _y/n_.” You jokingly pouted and said, “What are you talking about, I’m at my peak performance right now.” Just as you finished saying this, you couldn’t stifle a yawn from coming out of your mouth. You hide the betrayal of your body with your mouth. This really had Hotch laughing, and he said, “Well maybe your soda will help you a little bit.” You smiled up at him and grabbed the cup. You take the straw in your mouth. Once you had taken a sip, you smiled even more. Aaron watched you. The little gleam in your eyes at tasting the drink was worth the walk to the convenience store just across from campus. Once you had taken a sip, you said, “You didn’t have to get me root beer Aaron, that was very sweet of you.” Hotch pulled out his chair and sat back down, as he said, “Well you deserved a treat. After all, you finished that twenty-page sociology paper. And I needed to stretch my legs. My eyes were starting to glaze over with this reading.” You looked over to the large textbook in front of Hotch and asked, “Is this still Poli Sci?” Hotch nodded and said, “Mhm.” You reached over and pat his hand as you both slipped back into your respective studying.

A half hour later you ran a hand through your hair and made a sound of frustration. Hotch looked up and asked, “What bothering you _y/n_?” You set down your pencil and said, “This freaking calc review is impossible. I don’t know why my professor decided to include problem types that we’ve never seen before here? I’ve tried working problem seventeen three times and I’m still not getting the answer provided. I’ve checked my stuff and it’s not working.” Hotch nodded and asked, “What concept it is over?” You looked back down at the guide and said, “antiderivatives, which I’m normally good at. But this is something else, let me tell you.” Aaron steepled his fingers under his chin and said, “Why don’t you try writing it out on the board. Maybe seeing it bigger will help you see something differently?” You stand and say, “Well it can’t hurt my chances of figuring it out.” Aaron smiled and said, “That’s the attitude I’m looking for,” as he tossed a green marker at _y/n_. You grabbed the marker and wrote out in neat writing: f(x)=ex−3x2+sinx

You continued to work on this problem for another few minutes before hearing someone call you and Aaron’s names out. You turn and see Spencer and Penelope walking toward you. You beam and move away from the board; the annoying problem is momentarily forgotten. Garcia rushed forward and gave you a hug, while Aaron gave Reid a strong pat on the shoulder. When Penelope had released you, you and Hotch changed positions as you hugged Spencer and Aaron gave Pen an embrace. As everyone pulled apart, you asked, “What are y’all two here studying for?” Spencer spoke first saying, “Diffy Q and computational engineering.” The thought of Spencer’s highly advanced school load had your head spinning and you were grateful when Penelope said, “And I’m here to write an essay for Brit Lit and remind myself for the seventieth time who Plato was and why his cave is important.” At hearing this, Spencer rolled his eyes as his gaze moved to the whiteboard, he clocked the unfinished calculus problem. The boy genius asked, “You working on calc, _y/n_?” You sighed and said, “Yeah, unsuccessfully.” Reid smiled softly and said, “How about I solve this one for you and then give you another similar problem? I won’t tell you how I’m solving it, but I’ll leave my work and you can reference back to it?” Hearing this, you smile and nod saying, “That sounds great Spence, thanks.” Reid annoyingly quickly solved the problem and provided a new one. Once Reid was back next to Garcia, Hotch asked, “Would you like to join us?” Penelope nodded no and said, “We booked out a room upstairs for the next three hours. I need ultimate silence to write.” You nodded in understanding and asked another question: “We’re still set to meet tomorrow at Commons to work on the speech, right?” Garcia and Spencer nodded, and Pen replied, “We sure are my sweet. Darn was I lucky to be put in a group with all of you. My friend Stacy who’s also in the class said half of her partners hadn’t even started their parts of the presentation.” Aaron chimed in with a “Here, here to that.” The friends spoke for a few more minutes before Spence and Penelope moved up to their booked room. As you turned back to the board to study Spencer’s work, they reflected on how they had met their best friends at school. It was fate or the academic advisors who had thrown the four into the same Intro to Communications class. You had sat next to Penelope and across from Aaron on the first day of class. They had all hit off well. In the second week, Spencer had heard Pen complain about her history class and he joined their group. It was Garia who had told you that she thought Aaron had a thing for them. You hadn’t believed her, but later that week, Hotch had texted you asking if you wanted to grab dinner off campus sometime? And the rest, as they say, was history.

You spent another half hour trying at the problem, but you were getting tired and frustrated. You flopped into your chair and put your head in your hands saying, “I’m gonna fail this exam.” Aaron reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder saying, “Hey, no negative self-talk. This exam isn’t until Wednesday and it's only on Sunday. Reid will help you, and you can meet with your professor if you’re really, really concerned. You’re incredibly smart and capable _y/n_. Don’t let this one problem get you down.” You looked up slightly from your hands and saw how genuine Aaron was being, and how proud he was of you.” Softly you said, “What did I ever do to deserve you, Aaron?” Hotch smiled and said, “Nothing. And you never will, _y/n_. Now, it’s getting late. How about we call it here? I can drive you back to your place.” You agreed. You both packed up and as you walked toward the exit, you were very happy to be at the library at 12:30 a.m. As long as you had Aaron as a cheerleader, you knew you could make it through finals. You were pretty sure you could make it through anything with him by your side.

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