Here goes nothing..
Do you mean it? - Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Fem!Reader pt. 1
authors note: my first ever hotch fic! this is not in my area at all!! I mostly write romantic fluff that turns to hurt and no happy ending. also, english is not my first language so there will be mistakes, please poit out anything that I might’ve missed!
wc. 1.1k give or take
Aaron looked through the window of his office. There sat, his beautiful and so intelligent girlfriend. Normally she would glance at him every now and then and give him a sweet smile, but not today. Nor yesterday or the day before that, and it’s already Thursday.
It was all his fault really, he had been extremely cold towards her and treated her like a wounded puppy on the field. And Y/N sure as hell didn’t like that. She had made it crystal clear, the second he starts to undermine her abilities or starts to protect her, they are over and she will transfer. Easy as that. And he accepted that, with great difficulty, but he did.
He knew he fucked up the second they got home. She went straight to the bathroom and didn’t ask him to join, showering together was their way of seeking comfort in one another. Aaron tried to open the bathroom door, but even before his hand had touched the handle, as if she sensed that he was about to come in, she locked the door.
This brought tears to his eyes. Not once has she denied him access even when she was angry, now she must be furious. Aaron sighed and went for the guest bathroom, anticipating that Y/N will take her time.
After almost an hour, she came out. Dressed in her sweatpants and her shirt. She made it obvious, didn’t need him at the time, Y/N needed space. He was sitting on their bed, waiting. As she walked in, she didn’t even look at him, she couldn’t bear the thought of looking at him. Y/N went for her drawer and took what he assumed was clothes for tomorrow. Even if she seemed cold and independent she needed Aaron’s comfort more than anything, because the case had really taken a toll on her. But he was still Hotch, he was her boss. And she didn’t need him. She needed her boyfriend, her love.
“Look Y/..” ”No. I don’t care. I have made myself clear, I layed down the rules, that you accepted happily. And now you have broken every single one of them. I really don’t care about your apologies right now, neither your puppy eyes.” He looked defeated, she looked hurt, even broken.
“I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom.” Y/N said, he wanted to protest, but that would only throw gasoline to the fire and that wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t see her after that.
What he didn’t know, was that Y/N was up almost all night crying. She didn’t want to be alone, she needed Aaron, her Aaron. She needed comfort and warmth, reassurance that se was capable, more than capable, qualified and professional. Y/N tossed and turned all night, getting little to no sleep at all. He at least got a few hours of shut eye.
In the morning he didn’t see her. She was out before he had even woken up. Presumably she had went for a jog and decided to leave to work for the day. In fact, she had just taken her belongings and driven to the office. No coffee, no jog. Just straight to work. And because it was Friday, she is hoping to get off a little earlier than usual, doubling the chances by starting early. Hoping for a girl’s night, or maybe even a night out with all of the BAU members. This of course doesn’t include Hotch, cause he never comes anyway.
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As Emily walked in, first thing she noticed was how Y/N’s pen was quite literally smoking with the way she pressed it to the paper - hard. “What are you so grumpy about?” Emily asked, a bit of concern in her voice. This caught Morgan’s attention and he looked at her, with worry in his eyes. “Oh nothing, just my douchebag-caveman-like-boyfriends behavior. He just protects me when I absolutely don’t need it!!” she bursts out, closing the file she was working on. Hoping that she doesn’t give them too much to work with to connect A and B together. A being the last cases victims looking like her and B Hotch putting her on desk duty most of the days.
“Ah man, not my place. Imma go see my babygirl” Morgan put his hands up, getting away from his chair just as Garcia walked in. “What were you gonna do to me my thunder?” Garcia asked Morgan, wiggling her eyebrows as she took her place under Morgan’s arm. “Oh you know, the usual.” He barked back.
“Ugh help me God, that I don’t even believe in” Y/N said. “Alcohol! I need extraordinary amounts of alcohol!” she continued. “I’m in!” Emily chipped. “We are too, I need to take my panther out to dance. It’s been wayyy too long.” Penelope said as she squeezed Morgans bicep.
“Hotch you comin’ ?” Emily asked as he walked to the pullpen a few files in hand, one open. “Where exactly?” He asked, the question not directed to anyone. But his eyes, oh how they were filled with worry and apologies aimed directly at Y/N. “Well Y/N needs time away from her douchebag-of-a-man, so we’re gonna go clubbing!!” Emily almost shouted. He was taken aback by this, Y/N a little embarrassed by Emily’s words.
”Yeah, sure why not.” He answered, looking down pretending to read the file in his hand. “COOL!” shouted Morgan. “I expect the term ‘clubbing’ in this scenario meaning a karaoke bar so you all can sing mamma mia and dancing queen wayy out of tune.” Hotch lipped. Y/N just huffed a little at his comment, not paying attention. Or at least wanting it to look like that. With the silence that fell upon them, Hotch walked away, knowing the details would be dealt with later in the group chat.
“Y/N please tell me that you’re coming to my place to get ready?” Emily pleaded. “I guess, well I don’t have anything or anyplace better to go to, so yes.” She said. “I’ll bring the wine.” Y/N continued.
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“So tell me.” Emily said mouth full of white wine. “What do you wanna know? The way he talked to me? Disrespected me? Showed me what kind of a man he really is?” Y/N rambled. “Noooo.. I mean the SEX!” Y/N was mortified. “C’mon he must be good. Like good GOOD. I know for a fact that you don’t accept anything mundane.”
How would she tell Emily the things they do between the sheets, when he is Hotch of all people? Like their grumpy very many years older than she is boss.
Luckily JJ called to inform that she was outside waiting before she could began. “Ugh. Saved by the bell.” Emily said and started to gather her things.
