Bath Time

Prompt: Hotch X Reader. Aaron walking in on Reader while shes in the bath, leaving a flustered Hotch and Reader, until Reader jokingly suggest that he should join. However he isn’t joking about it. Basically sharing a bath fic.

Requester: Anon

Warnings: None really. Fluffy bath sharing.

Words: 1,859

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Aaron thought it would be a good idea to tell your father about your relationship. We have to be honest, Aaron stated. and obviously, you were a little apprehensive to do so. You weren’t completely sure about how he would react.

But Aaron finally convinced you to confess. So now, you and your boyfriend were standing in Agent Rossi’s office, your father’s office, shoulder to shoulder with little smiles on your faces. As if smiling will smooth out some awkwardness. Your father was staring up at the both of you, eyebrows furrowed upwards in surprise. “I never would’ve guessed…”

“That was the point.” Aaron replied, giving the smallest little shrug of his shoulders. “We didn’t want anybody to know just yet; as you can imagine.”

“Yeah.” Rossi responded, though his tone was a little wistful as he tried to comprehend what was happening. You guessed a hundred thoughts were flying around in your father’s head.

You cleared your throat nervously, prompting the small half-smirk from Aaron. “So, I guess you have a lot to think about. We’ll just be going now-”

“I think we should have dinner.” Your father piped up. You winced at the statement, and looked up to Aaron. He was smiling down at you, shrugging, then looked back up to his co-worker.

“I think that’s a great idea.” Your boyfriend agreed. You snorted crossly, and vowed to get revenge on Aaron for this.

Requested by Anon~

Take Me Home



“(Y/L/N) respond!”

My earwig had come out, I was currently rolling around on the floor with the Unsub. I could hear boots running down the hallway, my adrenaline was running high, I felt nothing.

He grabbed the knife he’d dropped, I rolled to get my gun, that had been knocked from my hands. I fired, once, twice, three times, I watched as he fell towards me, knife raised ready to plunge into my body.

I rolled out of the way as he fell, the door busted open, the rest of the team came running inside the room. I saw Hotch’s face over my body, his eyes full of concern. before everything faded to black.


Fifty stitches to my calf muscle where, I caught the Unsubs knife, I didn’t move as fast as I thought. My reflexes slower because of the fight I had been in with him. Three broken ribs, a concussion, and a black eye.

I’d be riding desk duty for a couple of weeks, but at least I’d be alive to tell the tale. I fell asleep on the plane ride home, because of the pain medication I was given.

I felt myself being lifted from the couch, opening my eyes, it was Aaron carrying me to an SUV.

“I can take a cab.” I said sleepily.

He let out a soft chuckle, brushing back my hair. “It’s not a problem.”

“I love you Aaron.” I laid my head on his chest. I felt him kiss the top of my head, as he put me in the SUV.

“I love you too, not that you’ll remember this in the morning.”


The next morning I woke up with vague memories of telling Hotch that I loved him. Covering my face with my hands, I knew I could blame the medication. My bedroom door swung open, Hotch came in carrying a tray.

“Good morning (Y/F/N).”

“Morning…” He sat on the bed, putting the tray on your lap.Leaning forward, he wrapped his hands around the back of your neck, pulling you close to him, kissing you.

Pulling back, he smiled. “I love you. I have for a while now. I thought I lost you yesterday, it scared the hell out of me”

I smiled at him. “I love you too.”