Coffee and Doughnuts | Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader
Summary:You come to work late with an unwanted visitor: period cramps. It’s a good thing that Aaron’s there to look out for you.
Prompts: “I’m dying.” & “You’re not dying.”
Content: Fluff, Hotch making dad jokes, mentions of period cramps, BAU team, Aaron being a softie, references to the B99 scene when Amy was late for work, two idiots in love
Word count: 1.9k
A/N: WEEEE, i’ve finally gotten around to posting my first one shot with our favorite boss man, hotch! i thought this was really fun to write from the prompts i crossed paths with….but with a twist of one of the world’s biggest enemies: period cramps. anyways, let me know what you think! feedback is greatly appreciated for me to improve in the future :)
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Maybe it was a mistake to go to work knowing that you were suffering from your monthly period. You were close to believing the universe was against you this time when you realized you forgot to stock up on your painkillers and you were running late to work because your car had a flat tire.
“Wait for it. Wait for it,” Derek said as he pointed over at the clock with the rest of the team waiting alongside him, “It’s 9:01, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is officially late for work for the first time ever.”
Definitely a vent piece. If you’ve seen my other posts, you know I got broken up with completely out of the blue a month ago. I’ve been dealing with it/processing it/trying to make sense of it ever since it happened, and writing this helped that. Just wanted to say thank y’all for being a community I can share stuff like this with It means more to me than you’ll ever know
Also! I jammed out to “Memories” by Conan Gray and “All You Had To Do Was Stay” by Taylor Swift while writing this, but “Memories” is a shorter title so I went with that instead ahaha
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort (and a happy ending :))
Garcia was the only one who knew. Purely because of the fact that she was with you when you got broken up with.
The two of you were in the middle of a movie marathon when you got the call and the dreaded, “Can we talk? Right now?”
You knew what was going to happen before it did. You had a gut feeling that you couldn’t ignore.
Garcia waited upstairs in her apartment while you met your ex outside on the sidewalk. She watched through her window to be sure you were okay, but she knew you weren’t the second your ex showed up.
Summary: Aaron’s shy about his new glasses and needs some encouragement.
Words: 1.6k
Warnings: CM case talk, mention of related violence.
A/N: Thank you so so much for everyone who’s already commented! This chapter is posted on my tablet, so if there is some errors on this post, my apologies, they will be fixed tomorrow!
As awful as it may sound, it’s refreshing to work on a white collar crime for a change. Instead of bloody crime scene pictures on the white board, there were written down theories and aliases for your unsub. The team has been trying to track down a series of frauds that have involved insane amounts of money. Amounts that you can’t quite even comprehend to be real. Unfortunately the unsub has caused two people to even take their own lives due to the loss.
But during this case you have remembered how much you enjoy field work and sitting in an office, reading file after file. It gets dry and boring rather quickly. It has still been a welcome change of space for a couple of days.
It feels great to finally pack away the paperwork and copies of transactions. The case gets to be put behind you, another one solved and families and investors get closure. Definitely a big win. And it has even left you a little bit of time to day dream of what you’d do, if magically even a fraction of that stolen money ended up in your account. A vacation with your daughter would be more than welcome.
Reid is enthusiastically sorting binders to matching boxes, it’s like a big puzzle as all the evidence has been scattered around the table. Hotch is sorting one of the boxes at the opposite side of you as well. By the look on his face, he’s deep in thought. You like the way his brows furrow as he’s considering something.
Your hand goes to reach for one of the binders on the table, and a black eyeglass case gets your attention. You don’t remember seeing that before. It’s closest to Hotchner, but you don’t remember ever seeing glasses on him before. Could they be Reid’s? You know he usually wears contacts, so it’s likely not his.
But why have you never seen Hotch wear the glasses if he owns them? And the case is on the table, so has he had them on before the team was there? Something about him possibly being too shy to use them around his team warms your heart. Or is he just trying to deny that he actually needs them?
“Agent Hotchner? Can I talk with you for a moment?” Tobias, the head of the precinct, called for your boss.
Hotchner nods towards him and turns towards you and Reid “Can you finish these? Rest of the team should be ready soon and we’ll be able to go home”.
“No problem” you and Spencer say almost in unison. His voice is like an echo to yours and it makes you turn towards the young genius and grin. Not amused by it, Hotchner excuses himself out of the room.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take the two of you more than a couple of minutes to sort everything out into the right boxes and in neat order by the door. You gather the rest of your belongings and your eyes are drawn to the dark case still on the desk. You reach for them as Spencer doesn’t seem to pay any attention to them.
“Are these yours?” you ask even if you’re pretty confident they belong to your boss. Spencer shakes his head and picks up his brown, worn out leather bag to his shoulder. You bite the inside of your cheek as you wonder if you should take it with you or if Hotch is going to drop by the office before leaving. But you don’t see his carryon bag in the room anymore, so, you decide to pick them up and put them in your bag, just in case.
Within the next hour, you’re glad to be back in the jet. You’re seated in the middle, you usually find yourself sitting by the table. This evening wasn’t an exception. Derek’s sitting next to you by the window, distracted by his phone. Rossi’s in front of him, scrolling something on his iPad as well. JJ and Reid are sitting behind you, playing cards and enjoying some quiet time.
A part of you wants to reach for your book in your bag, but after reading so many files these last couple of days, reading more doesn’t seem that tempting. Instead, you just lean back to your chair and let your mind wander off. As usual, the first thing your mind jumps to is your little girl and what she’s possibly up to at the moment. It’s a little past 3pm, which usually means your mom has just picked her up from daycare and they’re possibly playing outside for a moment.
You let your head turn slightly to the side in an attempt to get more comfortable. A nap wouldn’t be a terrible idea. But before you let your eyes close, you notice Hotchner sitting at the back of the jet by himself. As usual, he has the case’s file in front of him and he’s scribbling something onto his notepad beside him. ‘After all that paperwork you’ve done this week, does he ever take a break?’ you wonder. When during the interview you had described him to be a workaholic, you had barely scratched the surface. He’s the worst case of it you’ve ever seen.
But you also understand it. He tries to be as productive as possible during his time at work. Take care of all the things he needs to, as fast as he can. That way he can actually get home to his son and not worry about it anymore. It makes sense, but you’re pretty sure there’s more than that underneath his inability to let himself rest.
He’s reading something from the file. His eyes narrow as he tries to read and the frown on his features intensifies. At that moment you find yourself reaching for your bag, trying to find the dark case you’d slipped in there earlier. Once you reach it, you get up from your seat and walk towards him, breaking away his concentration.
“Hey” he greets you, looking up to you briefly before his eyes fall back down to the blurry text in front of him. The lighting’s poor and even if it isn’t late yet, the clouds around the jet refuse to let any sunlight in.
“Hey there” you take a seat opposite of him and shake your head slightly at the sight in front of you. “You know” you fidget with the leather case in your hands as you speak “these are quite expensive, especially to use just as decorations”.
He lets the pen fall from his hand to the desk as you offer him back what’s his. There’s a shade of embarrassment on his cheeks as he smiles. He takes the case in his hands, but puts it on the desk beside him. He senses your disapproval and looks up to you.
“I’m still trying to get used to them” he tries to explain. “They’re rather new and I’m just not sure how I feel about them”.
“Put them on. You’re not going to get used to them if you don’t use them” you encourage him. You do want what’s best for him, and using his glasses would – surprise surprise – be good for his eyes. But a part of you is also dying to see what he’d look like with them.
A little hesitant, he opens the case and picks up a pair of dark framed glasses. They look brand new, barely worn. He raises them to his face. They seem to rest comfortably on the bridge of his nose and the rectangular shape frames his face beautifully. The dark color suits him nicely as it matches his skin tone and hair, as well as the suits he wears.
“Happy?” he asks, studying your reaction.
“Much happier, now that you don’t have to squint anymore” you grin, proud of yourself.
He looks uncertain, not sure what to think of the situation. He hates to admit that it feels so much better to read with the glasses on, especially after such a long day. But they feel strange on his skin, he’s not sure if he’ll get used to them.
“And if my opinion helps any” you reach for his hand that rests on the table “I think you look really good with them, Hotch”. It’s clear you’d caught him off guard. He mutters a quiet thank you and you can swear you see a hint of red rising to his cheeks.
You get up from your seat, a wide grin on your lips. You decide to leave him to finish his work in peace. Having a nap really feels like a good idea, so you reach to the cabinets on top and find a fleece blanket you swore you saw there earlier. You make your way back to your previous seat by the table, pull on the blanket and let your eyes fall shut.
But before you do, it makes you happy to see a small smile on Hotch as he picks up his pen again and starts writing. This time, he looks much more relaxed. The earlier frown was far gone, despite him returning to paperwork.
Summary: You’re able to join a team gathering for the first time ever!
Words: 2.3k
Warnings: none on this chapter
A/N: Thank you so much for all the feedback, it helps a ton! This chapter is adorable and I had so much fun writing the sweetest boy Jackers and Aaron being so proud of his boy. Also little kids are so much fun to write. More to come soon <3
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Chapter 5: Sunday Brunch
“Honey, you gotta stop that” you tell your daughter for the sixth time as she still keeps kicking the back of your chair with her feet. She can barely reach it from her car seat, but it’s getting really annoying as your chair shakes slightly with every kick.
“Are we there yet?” she asks for the 8th time and you’ve only been on the road for a little over 10 minutes. But that’s pretty much the norm with her, no matter where you’re going; the store or grandma’s. Thankfully there isn’t much longer to go.
Today is the first day you’re able to join a team gathering. The team has a habit of getting together outside the office at least once a month. Sometimes it’s a night out at a bar, a long dinner or something active. Today happens to be a brunch at Rossi’s place, who you’ve heard to be an amazing cook. But you’re mostly excited about seeing how the man actually lives. He’s mentioned a mansion but something in you is doubtful of it.
But after a couple more minutes on the road, your GPS tells you’ve reached your destination. You pull up to a massive gate. Within seconds, the gate opens and the deeper you drive into his driveway, the lower your jaw drops. The house really is a mansion. It has a beautiful white stone exterior with dark brown wooden columns as a nice contrast. It looks both rustic yet fully modern at the same time. It’s gorgeous and you doubt the man no longer.
There are a few cars neatly parked on the spacious front yard and you leave yours right beside them. Once you get out of the car you look around the yard. It’s in perfect condition and you wonder how Rossi has time to keep it in such order. He possibly hires help for it. Rich people are confusing.
“Mommy!” Ella screams from the backseat impatiently, and it makes you snap out of your thoughts. You rush to open the backdoor and help her out of her seat. “This isn’t granma’s!” she pouts in disappointment as she realizes the surroundings don’t look familiar.
“We’re not seeing grandma today, Ella. We are going to go have lunch with my friends” you explain to her once again. Once she’s at a safe distance from the car, you close the door and lock it. “Let’s go inside dear!” you take your hand towards her, waiting for her to hold on to it. Although not pleased by the place you’ve taken her, she grabs your hand – or more like two fingers – and walks beside you to the front door. You hear her mutter ‘But I want granma’ silently to herself as you knock on the door.
It doesn’t take long for the big door to pull open “Amate! So glad you could make it” Rossi pulls you in for a hug and kisses your cheek. “And who’s this beautiful princess behind you?” his eyes light up as he kneels down to the floor in order to talk with Ella. But she hides behind you, the shy side of her taking over. She presses her cheek to your thigh, too intimidated to look at this new person in the eye.
You laugh and ruffle your daughter’s hair with one of your hands. “This is Ella. But I’m pretty sure the cat’s got her tongue” Ella looks up at you through her thick long lashes but turns back down quickly and suspiciously eyes Rossi.
“That’s alright” he assures both of you and stands back up “Very happy to finally meet you, Ella. I’m David, a friend of your mom’s. I’ve heard great things about you, kiddo.” He has a warm smile on his face and he moves out of the doorway “Please, come on in. Everyone’s in the backyard”. You let him lead the way and follow him close behind as Ella tightly squeezes your hand to get rid of her nerves.
You look around the big hallway and kitchen area as you’re walking through it towards the back door. The ceiling’s high and nothing is misplaced. It is beautiful, but it doesn’t feel much like a home. Only the pictures on the walls and books on the shelves tell you that someone lives in this space. But as a wave of laughter echoes from the yard, you quickly forget the emptiness of the rooms.
“Heyyy!” almost the whole team shouts towards you, raising their glasses that are filled with orange juice – and possibly champagne. Everyone is gathered around into a big group, chatting and catching up with each other. Behind them is a round table with a big variety of foods, drinks and decorations.
Not far from the adults, there are two young boys playing ball together. Both of them are having an absolute blast together. You recognize one of the boys to be Jack, Hotchner’s son. He has lovely, dirty blond hair that was possibly neatly combed earlier, but has been now messed up due to running around all morning. The other one is a couple of years younger and his blond hair is naturally more curly and therefore reminds you of a cloud. You suspect him to be Henry, JJ’s son.
“Are we late?” you ask, stepping outside as well. You see everyone’s already arrived before you.
“Not at all, just in time” Derek says and hands you a glass of orange juice. It’s a beautiful, rich color and it smells heavenly. Ella squeezes your thigh with her small hands, clearly a little overwhelmed by so many new people.
“We were just talking about Derek’s new crush!” Penelope tells you and gets a mean look from the man who thought had just dodged the subject thanks to your arrival. “Apparently they’re neighbors. You totally should have brought her with you”.
Derek raises his hands up slightly to his defense “It’s still really too early for any of that!”
The team laughs again yet continues their teasing. It’s so lighthearted and free, it feels wonderful to be so carefree together for once. But in a moment, a young voice beside you catches your attention. The older one of the kids has walked to you.
“Hi” he greets you with a wide smile. His eyes are like a copy of his father’s deep brown ones and as he smiles, you notice one of his front teeths to be missing. It hasn’t been many nights since the tooth fairy’s visit. “What’s your name?” he asks you and you kneel down next to your daughter and get to his level as well.
“I’m (Y/N). What’s your name?” you admire his curiosity and courage. There was no way you’d go around meeting new people like him once you were a kid. And Ella’s definitely gotten your shyness as well.
“I’m Jack”.
“Very nice to meet you, Jack” his eyes go to the girl next to you. Ella’s beside you, not exactly sure what to think of this situation. “This is my daughter Ella. Ella, this is Jack.” you look to her and try to encourage her to come out of her shell.
Jack thinks of something for a moment. His light brows draw closer together as he’s in thought, much like his father’s does. He presses his lips together into a tight line. But in a moment, like a light bulb, an idea comes to his little mind. “Would you like to come and play with us? I could be your friend. And Henry, too”.
The little girl’s eyes sparkle at the request and you feel her grip loosen on your arm. She turns to look at you for approval, and of course you nod your head. And in no time, Jack sprints back towards his awaiting friend and Ella tries her best to keep up with her much shorter legs.
As you turn towards your team, most of them are still trying to pry information out of Morgan, but you notice Hotch looking at the kids with a wide smile on his face. Pride shines through his eyes as he watches his son. As he should be.
You tune into the conversation and try to catch up on the details of Derek’s newest girl. Apparently her name is Savannah and he seems to actually really like her. He’s acting all smug about it, but the whole team knows there’s more to it this time. This isn’t just a fling of his, he’s actually serious about this lady. Has to be quite a woman to get Derek Morgan to act serious.
In about 10 minutes, Rossi lands a plate of different kinds of cheeses on the table and calls for everyone to gather around and eat. Just as you’re about to call for Ella, Hotchner beats you to it and calls for his son. And once Jack’s attention is on food, all three of them storn your way. Ella sits by you, Henry and Jack go to their parents.
The brunch is delicious. There’s so much of everything: pasta salads, bread, fresh juice and everything in between. A big variety of cheeses and crackers, and champagne of course. You wished you had been by yourself and not driving so you could have properly indulged in the flavors, but that’s saved for another time.
“Mommy?” Ella pokes your arm beside you.
“What is it, honey? Do you want something more?” you lean towards her and see her empty plate. You’re glad she’s eaten properly as well, so you don’t have to fix her anything the moment you’re home. She points at the cracker on your hand. “You want to taste this? It’s pretty strong. I don’t think you’re going to like it, hun”. You look at the cracker on your hand and the chunk of gorgonzola blue cheese on top of it before hesitantly handing it to your daughter.
She takes a sniff of it and you can feel the whole table looking at her with amusement and curiosity. Suspicious, she takes the smallest bite of that cracker and cheese and spits it out on her plate almost immediately. “Yuck!” she scrunches her face in disgust and hands the cracker back. Derek’s the first to crack up and you’re snickering as well, the others are trying to keep a straight face.
Soon, the kids get too impatient after they’re finished eating, so they go and continue their earlier games. It’s so great to see how well Ella plays with the older boys and how inclusive they are to their new, smaller friend.
After some time, Spencer gets up from the table as well and goes to entertain the children. You’re not sure what he’s doing, but whatever it is, he’s getting a lot of “Ooh’s” ja “Aah’s” from the trio. Magic tricks? That would be so like him.
Another hour passes by and you realize it’s a little after 1pm already. The table’s been cleaned, only juice and water bottles remain on the surface. The team’s gathered into smaller groups: JJ, Will and Penelope have headed to the kids and enjoy their laughter as Spencer amazes them with small tricks. Hotchner, Rossi and Derek have stayed with you at your seats.
“Have you settled into the new rhythm, (y/l/n)?” Morgan asks as he leans back on his chair.
“It’s a tough one for sure” you say, emptying out your glass “but I think we’re making it work. But there’s no way I could do it without my parents. They’ve been a lifesaver”.
“Is her father..?” Rossi joins in, although leaving his question open ended.
You look down to your hands and sigh slightly “He’s not in the picture. But that’s okay. We’re great without him”. The men nod, not sure how to respond. You can tell they all have opinions on the subject, but none of them feel it’s their place to voice them. You look at Hotchner, who’s clearly zoned out for some reason. He’s watching the kids play, something’s made him fall deep in thought.
You don’t get a chance to ask him what’s in his mind as Ella comes to you “Mommy” she calls for you as she makes her way to you. You can tell she’s exhausted, just by the way she walks. It’s past her naptime and she’s been playing and running around all day so far.
Once she is within your reach, you lift her up in your arms. “I think it’s time for us to head home” you tell the team as Ella’s head lays down on your shoulder. “It’s been a wonderful time, thank you so much for everything”. Everyone tells you their goodbyes and see you tomorrows and like the magnificent host he is, Rossi walks you to the door and makes sure you have everything with you. He also insisted on you taking some of the leftovers home with you, and who are you to say no to all those delicious breads and salads.
“Was great to have you over. Drive safe. Have a good nap, princess” he tells your little girl, who is already dozing off on you.
“Thanks again” you tell him genuinely and raise the bag of food he gave you “for everything”.
You make your way to your car and gently lower your girl down onto her seat. The moment she was secured on her seat, her exhaustion took over. You can’t help but smile at your little princess as she sleeps. You take in the moment before you close the door and enter the car yourself.
Once you’re on your way back home, you feel so content. You feel like this is what a family and friends is supposed to feel like. So accepting and welcoming towards the both of you. That is the family you wish your daughter could finally have.
There’s heavy tension within the bullpen. The team and especially Jennifer warned you of this right before the military officers entered the BAU. There’s a clear change of atmosphere every time the military is involved in a case you’re working on.
You’ve had your share of misogynistic officers and deputies hitting on you during a case, but this is for sure the worst. There’s so many alpha – and wannabe alpha– males within the office, it’s making it tough to find air to breathe through all the ego. And it certainly doesn’t help that it’s already the third day and stress is heavy on everyone’s shoulders.
You’re glad that you feel comfortable with your team and trust them to have your back if necessary. It is hard to get your voice heard and mostly taken seriously, so it is good to know that your friends will help each other through it all.
But the thing you’re most happy about is that you’re not in Hotchner’s or Rossi’s shoes at the moment. They have both been inside Hotch’s office for the past hour with a variety of captains and majors. Whatever the agents are trying to explain to them, it is not going through and causes some extra tension. They both look tense and annoyed by the situation, yet at the same time fully emotionless. You have no idea how they keep such a straight face at all times and under such pressure.
While you’re waiting for new instructions on how to continue with the case, you feel your phone starting to buzz in your pocket. You pull it out and see it’s from Ella’s daycare. If something was wrong, they’d usually try your mother first as she’s more likely available. So it’s odd that they would call you unless something’s really wrong and only the thought of it makes your palms sweat.
“(Y/N)” you pull the phone to your ear, trying to quiet your racing thoughts. You try to keep your voice casual and not your usual ‘at the office’ tone.
“Hey, it’s Jessie from the daycare” you’ve always liked Jessie and they’re one of Ella’s favorites as well. Their tone is calm and it is a good sign and you let yourself breathe “I tried calling Debbie, but couldn’t reach her”.
“She has a habit of forgetting her phone at times” although a smile can be heard through your voice, you’re actively taking a mental note to talk with your mom about that again “Has something happened?”
Jessie picks up on your worry quickly “Ella’s been more quiet today than usual and she’s running a bit of a fever”. The flu. You sigh in relief as you get rid of the more serious options running in your mind, like her falling and injuring herself. Kids get sick all the time, this you can handle. “We think it would be for the best if she’d come home to rest and heal”.
You turn to look towards your superior’s office and really wish you didn’t have to go tell them bad news right now. The officers were visibly upset by something Rossi had just a moment ago explained to them. The tension inside of that room was so thick even you were having hard time breathing at the other end of the bullpen because of it.
“I’ll try calling mom again, but if she’s not able to, I’ll be on my way to pick her up”.
Jessie was satisfied with your answer and you hung up the phone quickly afterwards. Another sigh passes through your lips as you dial your mom. Morgan and Reid turn to look your way as you wait for your mom to pick up the phone.
After several rings, you start to gather up your stuff. It’s unlikely she’ll pick up, but you give her a few extra seconds before hanging up. You put your laptop in your bag as well as your work tablet; maybe you’ll be able to stay on top of the case while at home.
Few more rings and you decide to give up and hang up the phone. You turn towards your teammates and explain the situation. At the same time you see three officers leaving Hotchner’s office. You’re glad that Morgan and Reid agree with you and support your decision to go get your daughter. Not that they were the reason you’re worried, but knowing how much stress your bosses are under at the moment, they might not see the situation the same way.
You take your bag and toss it over your shoulder before climbing up the few stairs leading your way to Hotchner’s office. You know Dave and Hotch are still discussing something, but you decide to knock on the door anyway. Before either of them gets a chance to say anything you push the door open enough to peek in “I’m so sorry to interrupt. Do you have a moment?”
“Come on in” he says and you walk further into his office. He and David share one more look before Rossi leaves the two of you to talk in private. “What’s going on?” Hotchner asks. His arms are crossed across his chest and he stands tall behind his desk. He hides it well but you can tell he’s exhausted. You notice him squeezing his fingers to the palm of his hand. You’ve seen something similar before as a way to keep themself grounded or stimming.
Everyone has a tell, everyone has that little thing they do or say when they feel a certain way. Some bite the inside of their cheek when they’re anxious, some bounce their legs when they’re irritated. Biting fingernails or repeating phrases like song lyrics are common as well. And you just found his; He presses his fingers against his palm when he’s overwhelmed or stressed out. And right now it’s clearly getting to him.
And it breaks your heart to see it, knowing that you have to bring him bad news. “I just got a call from Ella’s daycare. She’s running a fever and I can’t reach my mom” you tell him after you’ve gained your courage. His expression remains still as he’s starting to get a grasp of the information coming his way. “I have to go pick her up and take her home” no change in him and you are coming to understand how he may seem emotionless to so many. “I’m sure I can get right back, I mean I’ll take her home and”
“That’s not necessary. Of course you’re going to go home with her” he interrupts you as your thoughts and words start to spiral, trying not to disappoint him.
“Are you sure? I’ll have my laptop and tablet with me, I’m sure I can keep up from home” you’re taken by surprise by his answer.
He nods slightly and his arms relax back down to his sides “I’m sure. Go home” his answer is short and it feels like an order. You decide not to argue over it, you nod. “Let me know if you need anything”.
“Thank you, Hotch” you thank him and head out of the office and the bureau.
The drive to the daycare isn’t long, you could be there within 20 minutes of the call you got. Once you get your car parked, you rush to open the gate and make your way inside.
Many mornings you get to take Ella to the daycare, but her grandmother picks her up almost every day. So, you’re here rarely to get her nowadays, especially not at this hour of the day. You see some new finger paintings on the wall. Must have been done today as you don’t remember seeing them there this morning. There are around two dozen small shoes gathered on the shelves and the floor, covered in sand and grass stains. You spot your daughter’s pair with butterflies printed on them and you put them on the floor to wait for Ella.
“Mommy” a small cry gets your attention and you kneel down onto the floor. Ella’s hands wrap around you and grasp onto your shirt. She’s warm to touch and she’s been sweating. Her cheeks are red and hot as her face presses against your neck. Poor thing.
“Hey sweet girl. The flu bug got you, didn’t it?” You feel her nod against your skin. “Alright. Let’s put the jacket and shoes on and go home, okay?”
Slowly she reaches for her jacket from Jessie, who was getting them for her moments before, You help her with the zipper as she’s struggling with it herself, as well as the shoes. Once you’re ready, Ella wraps her hands around your neck again and you carry her to the car. You swiftly secure her to her seat and head home.
You’re making lunch for the two of you as your phone rings. Ella’s under her favourite blanket on the couch, watching some cartoons on the tv. “Hey mom” you greet her as you pick up the phone.
“Hey dear. Is everything okay? I saw a call from the daycare and you. Is El alright?” She sounds out of breath as she speaks.
“Yeah everything’s alright” you assure her, easing her worry. “Poor thing’s just running a fever. She’s watching cartoons and going down for a nap after some food”.
“Oh poor girl. Do you need to go back to work? I can come over” she offers but you tell her that it’s not necessary and that your boss is okay with you taking time off for her and you can work remotely if you’re needed. “That’s great. Glad your boss understands”.
“Yeah, he was really understanding and pretty much demanded l come home” you stir your soup and you notice a smile reaching your lips at the mention of him.
“Sounds like a sweet guy” you notice a hint of something else in her voice. Everytime you mention a male friend or a coworker, she’s always nosy and asks more questions about them. And of course she has been excited to hear about your new team.
“He is. He really cares for his team and friends” you explain so she wouldn’t get too many ideas in her head. “But where did you leave your phone again?” She goes on to explain how she forgot it outside after doing some gardening and rushing inside to watch her favourite daytime soap opera. Ever since dad started working part time again, your mom has been hooked on the ‘The young and the restless’- reruns. “It’s really not good for it to be left outside in the sun for so long” you’re sure you’ve told that to her a million times before. “Alright, momma. I got to go. Talk to you later” your soup is ready and you put the phone down quickly after goodbyes.
After Ella fell deep asleep on the couch after lunch, you reach for your laptop and spread a temporary work space at the kitchen table. You secure your network like it is required to before working from home. You open your messages and click on SSA Hotchner.
You: Updates? I’m available
As always, it doesn’t take more than a minute for you to get a video call to your laptop. Quickly after responding, you’re met with a familiar view of the conference room. Although you are more used to sitting at one of those chairs than being on the screen.
“Hey you! How’s the little princess?” Penelope is quick to ask before the team takes over.
“She’ll be alright. Just a little flu”
Her smile is just as bright as it was the day you met her and you’d hate for it to change “I’m bringing you cookies this evening! There’s nothing aunt Penny’s cookies don’t fix” she grins, excitement bubbling in her every word. It’s great to see smiles on the agents’ faces as well behind her; it’s rare to have those around that round table.
“Didn’t I tell you to get your mind out of the office for awhile?” Hotchner’s voice speaks from the back, and even if the tone is harsh, there’s nothing like it in his words.
“No, actually” you’re quick to respond and think back to his exact words “you told me to ‘go home’. Short and sweet. Nothing about not thinking of work, though”.
He accepts his defeat and gives you the latest update and you’re quickly drawn back to work, as if you never left the office. Some time passes as the team reviews the case files and thinks of answers and theories. You make sure to keep the laptop’s sound as well as your own voice low, so you don’t disturb your daughter’s sleep. She also definitely doesn’t need to hear your work talk, even if this isn’t as brutal and insane as some of the cases you’ve worked on.
Once the team gets a lead, the agents spread out. Hotch stays behind for a second with Garcia before hanging up. “Seriously, get your mind out of the office for a little bit and focus on Ella. You’ve more than deserved some time off” he tells you, again it’s meant to you as an order.
“I make no such promise” you tell him and close the call.
There’s not much for you to do right now as the team is on the field so you decide to give yourself a break and sit on the couch for a few minutes. But before you know it, you jerk awake, not aware when you had fallen asleep in the first place. Ella’s head is resting on your lap, starting to stir awake as well.
It’s closer to 8PM when a notification on your phone catches your attention again.
SSA Hotchner: Case closed. Gave the team a long weekend to recharge. That includes you.
You smile at the formality of it, yet you can see the pleading look in his eyes as he’s telling you to take some time off.
You:Does that include you? Will you rest and recharge?
SSA Hotchner: I make no such promises. See you on Monday.
His answer came in quick, you had barely had time to put the phone down.
You: Bright and early ;)
** **
You made it your mission to keep your word. The team’s weekly briefing wouldn’t start in another 30 minutes, but you’re already stepping out of the elevator with two coffee cups at hand. Backing your way through the glass doors into the bullpen, you realize it is almost empty still. Only a handful of agents had already started their Monday morning duties, as well as the cleaning crew making their last routes before the morning rush.
As you’d expected, Hotchner’s door was already open and the man himself was opening his laptop in an attempt to get a headstart on some of the emails. Like many times before, you make your way up to his office. This time, due to your hands being full, you’re unable to physically knock on his door. So, you imitate the sound out loud and it has the same effect.
“Hey! You’re in early” he greets you happily. He looks like he’s actually managed to get some proper sleep. His dark suit fits him well and the white shirt underneath it is picture perfect. His hair is in its usual order and you love how his smile reaches his eyes.
He looks good.
“Thought I told you I would be” you smile back at him. “Here, I brought you something”. You hand him one of the large takeaway cups in your hands. He reaches for it, clearly caught by surprise.
“What’s this?” He asks, baffled.
“I thought a coffee addict like yourself would recognize a coffee cup when they’re handed one” you joke and it gets the wanted response; he chuckles slightly before taking a sip. “It’s a vanilla latte. I thought it would be a nice change for your usual”.
Expecting black coffee, he’s surprised by the taste and foam. And you’re right, it is a welcome change for his usual black morning coffee. And the taste of vanilla fits it really well in his opinion. Savoring the taste of it, he’s left speechless.
“A small thank you. I appreciate what you do for me, and the whole team of course”.
“You didn’t have to” he feels the need to tell you, although he’s touched by the gesture.
“I know” you make sure to tell him that it was fully your pleasure before heading out to your own desk. As you’re putting back down your tablet and laptop and get started on your day, you feel your eyes drawing towards the window in his office. You can’t help but smile as you see that the one on his lips have stayed the same and he’s happily drinking his coffee.
Summary: Aaron asks you to be his training partner after you come back to the office in your workout clothes picking up the files you forgot earlier.
Word Count: 1.2K
Warnings: None
Author Note: This idea came to me all of the sudden, my bestie @ssamorganhotchner beta’d this for me. Hope you all enjoy, I think there will be a few parts, so consider this a miniseries.
“Comeon, Y/N, you have to admit it! We all see you blushing during group meetings, and you stutter when you talk in front of the group. Either you’re terrible at public speaking, or you like one of us.”
Before you could interject, and claim that it was the first option, (it was a bit of both, but you’d rather open one of the plane windows and jump out before you admitted you had a crush on your unit chief), Morgan continued with his signature shit-eating grin, “It’s me, isn’t it?”
You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped your lips, “Yes, Derek. It’s you! Congratulations, you’ve figured it out.”
“I knew it,” He beamed, “I don’t know why you sound so sarcastic right now, but thank you for admitting it.”
You rolled your eyes, a lighthearted sigh escaping your lips, “Derek, no offense, but you have the phrase ‘Alpha Male’ in your instagram bio. You are the person on this plane that I am least attracted to.”
An indignant scoff came from Morgan, as did an appreciative hum from Rossi, but the sound that you solely focused on was the abrupt chuckle from Hotch.
FromHotch.
Everyone on the plane turned to look at him. There was dead silence for a moment, where he tried poorly disguising the sound as a cough, but finally let his hand slip from over his mouth and bit the inside of his cheek so that his half-smile didn’t become a full one.
“I’m sorry,” There was a lilt of amusement in his usually-professional tone that sent your heart soaring, “You caught me off-guard.”
Everyone seemed to realize that making a big deal out of it would only ruin the moment, going back to what they were doing before, but throwing meaningful glances at you. Morgan was the first one to break the silence again, throwing you a teasing pout, “Me too. I really thought I had a shot with you, no?”
“Not a chance.” You couldn’t help the satisfied smile that lingered on your face after getting a laugh from Hotch, though you kept your eyes down at the table, worried your teammates would pick up on it if you glanced back at him.
Eventually the conversation faded back to normal, and you chanced a peek at Hotch. You nearly felt your heart implode as you met eyes with him, the same amused half-smile on his face from when he’d spoken earlier. You felt a rush of adrenaline, holding the eye-contact for longer than you would have in any other situation.
You were rewarded with his full smile, the side of his mouth that he kept in his signature neutral frown curling upwards to match the other. You swore the expression knocked the wind out of your chest, and you weren’t getting it back anytime soon, because he held the eye-contact too.
It was a game of chicken, and you weren’t backing out first.
Tags: 18+/NSFW, Aaron being sexy as fuck (yeah that deserves a warning in itself), dom/sub undertones, language, soft smut, biting (a little), fingering, oral (fem receiving), PIV sex, fluff, sweet boy Aaron.
Summary: reader and Aaron have plans to go out on a date for the first time in months… if they can even make it out of the house.
Authors Note: I hope y'all enjoy!! This little one shot was based on this ask(: Feedback is much appreciated. Also this gif??? My gooodddddddd *screeches*
As always, if I’ve missed any warnings, please do not hesitate to tell me (:
It has been exactly two months since your last date with your fiancè, Aaron. Between the serial killers not taking a break, Strauss breathing down Aaron’s neck, and Jack’s early morning soccer games, quality time together was just not in the cards. However after two cases back-to-back, Hotch told everyone to take the weekend off – absolutely no emails, no “mandatory” phone calls, nothing to do with work for two solid days.
With Jack being at Jessica’s house, and Aaron’s promise of a weekend off, you’re finally able to get dolled up tonight and feel cute instead of throwing on an uncomfortable suit and, occasionally, yesterday’s makeup. That’s how you find yourself here, standing in front of the full length mirror in your shared master bedroom. While Aaron is in the shower, you slowly slip into your dress, careful not to disturb your hair and makeup. The dress is a simple sleeveless, knee-length black dress that accentuates the waist and flares out at the bottom – it’s adorable. There’s only one problem though, you can’t zip it without help.
Hearing the shower turn off, you try to zip it for about five minutes until ultimately, you give up; there’s no way you can reach that stupid thing by yourself. Groaning, you take a deep breath and call for your fiancè who’s still in the bathroom.
“Aaron!”
Hearing the doorknob turn, you hold the dress up on your body and tilt your head in the direction of the bathroom. The sight before you nearly makes you drop to your knees – standing there in all his glory is Aaron; his hair is still wet from the shower, and the white button up that’s over his shoulders is left unbuttoned, showing off the water droplets from his hair that have fallen onto his chest, making it glisten in the light. Aaron’s black slacks hang low on his hips, his belt, loose in the loops, is still unbuckled, and he’s barefoot. He looks delicious.
You don’t realize you’re staring until you feel him flat against your back, his hands resting lowly on your hips. You tilt your head as he nuzzles his nose behind your earlobe and nips at the hollow of your throat, causing a soft moan to fall from your lips.
“Enjoying the view, sweetheart?,” he asks, looking up at you in the mirror.
Tilting your head back against his shoulder, you hum with a sigh, “MMMhmmm. Can’t help it.”
He smirks against you, squeezes your hips with his hands, and moves one of them to the front of your dress right below your neck, softly holding it there.
“Aaron,” you breathe, feeling his cock harden from behind you, “I need you to zip my dress up please. We are going to be late for our dinner reservation.”
He takes your hands from where you’re holding dress and releases them, causing the dress to fall to the floor. Moving his hands to cup your breasts, he rolls your nipples between his fingers and growls, “Mmmm, fuck the reservation. I like my dessert first anyway.”
Gripping his hair, you push his head further onto your neck, and a groan ripples through his chest. He moves down your body, hand finding its place inside your panties, and spreads your lips apart with his fingers. You’re embarrassingly wet already, whimpering as he opens you up and slips two fingers between your folds, coating them in your slick.
He hums, and when he brings his fingers up to your lips, your gaze meets his in the mirror as you part them, swirling your tongue around his digits taking them deep in your mouth.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Aaron’s voice is low and rough, a promise of how your night will be spent – splayed across bedsheets with whispers of his name on your tongue – “Such a good girl, sucking on my fingers like that… just like you do my cock.” Taking his fingers out of your mouth he turns your head, forcing you to look at him as he kisses you. It’s softer than what you had expected – warm and wet, and full of love.
You’re too distracted in the kiss to notice his hand moving back down your body, his other gripping the back of your head, fist full of hair as he moves your head how he wants you – facing the mirror. Watching as he slips his middle and ring finger inside your dripping cunt, you bite back a moan busying your bottom lip in between your teeth, and lean your head against his shoulder once more.
“Let me hear you, sweet girl. Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me,” he whispers, his mouth resting softly against your temple.
The next sound out of your mouth is sinful as your hips start to have a mind of their own, thrusting against Aaron’s hand and using every bit of leverage to chase your high. His hot palm suddenly hits your swollen clit and instantly your vision starts to blur – your first orgasm of the night washing over you. Whispers of “fuck, Aaron” and “oh god” roll off of your tongue like butter as you throw your head back – watching, feeling, smelling, and tasting nothing but him as he consumes every one of your senses, splitting you apart on his fingers.
“That’s it,” he breathes, his cock now twitching painfully in his slacks as he helps you ride out your orgasm, “that’s my girl.” Slowly as to not overstimulate you, he slides his fingers out of your pussy and places them in his mouth, moaning as he cleans your release off of them.
Aaron’s holding onto you with his other hand, his arm now placed around your waist grounding you so don’t fall. Taking some deep breaths, you lift your head off his shoulder, a smile gracing your lips as he turns you around and pulls you to his chest.
Aaron’s hands come up to cup your face, his nose brushing against yours. He smells faintly of Irish Spring – fresh bergamot and citrus, with woody undertones. “You’re beautiful, so incredibly beautiful.”
Looking up at him through your eyelashes, a smile creeps up on your face and your cheeks heat up. Even after three years together, he still somehow manages to make you flustered, your heart skipping a beat at his words as he brings you in for another kiss, soft and slow, just like the last.
Wrapping your leg around his thigh, he taps the back of yours, a signal for you to jump and put your legs around his waist. You follow his lead as he picks you up, carries you to the bed, and crawls on top of you.
–
“Hi, sweet girl.” His voice is softer than before, one hand finding a place beside your shoulder as he holds himself up and kisses your nose, caressing the side of your face with the other. Wrapping both arms around his back, you giggle, and bring most of his body weight down on top of you “Hi, handsome.”
Aaron brushes his lips against yours, nipping softly at your bottom one as you open it, inviting him in for a deeper kiss. He takes the invitation with gusto, and smiles against your lips when a moan slips from your mouth. He pulls you closer as his lips trail down your body – your jaw, neck, collarbone, and chest – stopping only to suck a bruise into the soft flesh of the top of your breast.
Your hands find a place in his hair, pulling on it as soft moans fall from your lips, the feeling of his mouth almost enough to send you over the edge. He looks up at you through his lashes and smirks against your skin. “MMmm such pretty sounds you’re making for me” he coos, not bothering to move his mouth from your body as he makes his way down to the top of your panties.
“Aaron,please,” you whine, arching your back as his mouth ghosts over the wet spot on your panties.
He smirks against you, his hands draping themselves over your thighs, “Please what, sweet girl?,” he asks, pushing your panties down your leg, “What do you need?”
“You, Aaron. You,” you plead, “give me your mouth, fingers, co- OH.”
The sudden feeling of his mouth on your pussy breaks you away from your thoughts; his tongue swiping at the wetness between your folds as he looks up at you.
The sight before him is breathtaking: your back is arched, skin flushed and glistening in a thin sheen of sweat as you take your bottom lip between your teeth, throwing your head back with a cry of his name on your tongue. He hums against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body as he fucks further, deeper into you with his tongue, his nose brushing against your clit in the process.
“Ohfuck,” you groan, throwing your head back, “F-feels so good, baby.”
“You like that, sweetheart?,” he asks breathlessly, working his middle and ring finger into you as he raises up, his lips plump and shiny with your slick. Lowering his body down on top of you, he kisses your neck, nips at the hollow of your throat while you run your fingers through his hair.
With a death grip on his dark locks, the words evaporate from your mouth as he continually finds that spot within you, working you to the edge over and over again.
“Aaron”
He smirks against your skin, his thumb coming up and circling your clit, and it causes the tension to snap – waves of pleasure explode throughout your entire body as you come undone around his fingers for a second time that night.
Aaron slows his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm, and kisses his way down your body once more. An intense whine leaves your mouth at the sudden loss of his fingers as he stands to take his own clothes off. He shakes his head and laughs, actually laughs, at your reaction.
“‘s not funny,” you pout, hiding your face in your hands.
He takes your hands in his own, removing them from your face, “Oh but it is,” he smirks, kissing your nose. “You can’t get enough, can you?” He’s smug when he asks, but when you look down and see him lying naked between your legs, you can’t bring yourself to care. His hair is tousled from where you’d been pulling on it, his breathing labored, and he feels warm under your fingertips; he looks relaxed, and really reallysexy.
Aaron runs his cock along your folds pulling you out of your thoughts, and you bite your lip, struggling to find the words.
“I just… want you, always. Please, Aaron.”
“Shh, shh,” he soothes, running his fingers through your soft hair, “Don’t worry, sweet girl, I’ll give you all you want,”
–
“Oh god,” he rasps, tossing his head back as he slowly pushes into you, giving you time to adjust to his size. He knows he won’t last long now, knows that the softness of your skin underneath him will unravel him in a heartbeat. But when your hands grip his shoulders and pull him as close as possible to your body, he puts it in the back of his mind, and works tirelessly to get you off one more time.
Your hips come up to meet his each time, continuing the same rhythm you’ve been so used to in the three years you’ve been together. He holds both of your hands on each side of your head, his tongue licking into your mouth as you sigh, and a smile graces your lips when he kisses you.
“I love you,” he breathes, his lips still attached to yours.
He knows your body better than he knows his own, knows when you’re close by the physical responses of your body, so when your walls flutter around his cock, he moves his hand between you, finding your clit with ease just like he’s done a thousand times before.
A strangled noise of what sounds like his name rolls off your tongue and you hiss, eyes rolling in the back of your head as you’re pushed over the edge one last time. After one, two, three more deep thrusts, his own hips stutter, and he collapses – a shattered breath leaving his chest as he spills himself inside you.
Aaron holds you close, the deep sound of his breathing and heartbeat being the only two things you can hear in the bedroom. As you look up at him through your lashes, a smile graces your lips and you look up to kiss him, soft and slow, just like he loves.
“What was that for?,” he asks, confusion dripping from his voice as he steadily tries to catch his own breath.
