Youāre so Jealous Hotchner / Aaron Hotchner
Fem!Oc!reader X Aaron Hotchner
ā SUMMARYā. The Moment Derek saw you in the break room crying over Hotch for what seam like the 100th time this month , you had bright idea to make or try to make Hotch jealous by pretending to date Derek to get Hotch attention.. Derek agreed to help you .
Warnings ā angst hurt comfort, Derek helps reader make Hotch jealous , Derek sticks up for reader , JJ is mentioned she talks to reader Wc : 1.2k
Author notes : your thoughts in comments in reblogs are appreciated , I need a different setup layout ā¦ ļæ¼ļæ¼I wanted these two to build up there relationship so there could be part two .
Not proofread I missed writing in wanted to write something and here we are . ļæ¼
āāāāā šā¦.You and Derek were across the bullpen, caught up in your own worldālaughing, leaning in close, your shoulders brushing against his as something he said made you giggle. You didnāt notice the conference room door open or the rest of the team filing out. You and Derek had already slipped away the second Hotch dismissed everyone, not even pretending to hide it.
JJ lingered in the doorway, arms crossed tight over her chest. She shook her head, her mouth tightening before she turned to Hotch.
āYouāre an idiot, you know that, right?ā she muttered, her voice sharp but quiet enough not to draw attention.
Hotch didnāt say a word, but JJ kept going, her words low and cutting.
āSheās only doing this because you let her down. Sheās with Derek because you said no.ā
She grabbed her files, slung her bag over her shoulder, and walked into the bullpen. Her eyes found you againāDerekās arm hanging easily around your shoulders, your smile soft and unguarded, like nothing else in the world mattered. Derek leaned closer, whispering something that made you laugh again, your head tipping toward him.
Hotch didnāt move, didnāt speak, but JJ saw itāthe tight clench of his jaw, the way his hands flexed at his sides. Derek got under his skin, and she knew it.
āDerek,ā you whispered, voice low, meant only for him, āitās been a few weeks... you think heās noticed?ā
āOh yeah, babygirl,ā he said with that knowing smirk. āHeās noticed for sure.ā
You hesitated, your gaze dropping for a second before you looked back at Hotch .
āCan I ask you something else?ā
āSure. Hit me,ā Derek said, his usual teasing softening around the edges.
āWhy did you decide to help me?ā
āWell, babygirl, to be honest, Hotch doesnāt do well with his emotions. He doesnāt open up much.ā Derek shifted a little, voice dropping lower. āAs for me helping you... I saw the opportunity to get him jealous. Maybe have him fight for you.ā
Later, you found your way into the break room while Derek went to see Garcia about something. You were pouring yourself a cup of coffee when JJ slipped in, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.
"This thing youāve got going on with Derek," she said, folding her arms as she leaned against the counter.
You couldnāt help but giggle, stirring your coffee slowly.
"Whatās so funny?" JJ asked, raising a brow.
You smiled, lifting the cup to your lips. "Itās a tough one to chew. You gotta have an open mind." You hesitated, then nodded toward the door. "Actually... lock it for a minute?"
JJ gave you a curious look but did as you asked, turning the lock before sitting down. "Okay," she said, settling back. "Go on."
You started to pace back and forth, the words catching a little in your throat.
"I didnāt think Iād have to tell anyone," you admitted, pausing to glance at her. "But a few weeks ago, Derek found me crying over Hotch... right here in the break room."
JJās eyes softened, but she stayed quiet, letting you talk.
"And Derek... he decided to help me," you said, voice low. "Make Hotch jealous. Or... try to get his attention. Maybe have him fight for me."
JJās lips parted in surprise, but then she grinned. "Thatās brilliant," she said.
You gave a soft laugh, shaking your head. "I thought you two actuallyā"
"No," you cut her off gently. "Derekās wonderful. Heās been amazing. But... my heart?" You pressed a hand lightly against your chest. "It belongs to Hotch. I just... I just want him to see that."
JJ smiled gently, understanding in her eyes.
"So heās just helping you," JJ said softly.
"Yeah," you said, nodding.
JJ tilted her head. "Do you know if itās working?"
You hesitated. "I don't know... is it?"
JJ leaned back a little, thoughtful. "Earlier, I told him he was an idiot."
"You what?" you said, staring at her.
"I told him he was an idiot," JJ repeated, a small smirk pulling at her lips. "That the only reason you were with Derek was because he said no to you."
You opened your mouth, stunned, but before you could say anything, JJ added, quieter now, "But... I didnāt know he made you cry."
You froze, the coffee cup warming your hands, your chest tight. You didnāt realize it, but Hotch had been walking by ā and he caught that last line.
"Yeah," you said quietly, glancing down. "I cried for a while. But Derekās been there for me through this whole mess. I couldnāt thank him enough."
JJ reached out, squeezing your shoulder gently. "Iām glad heās been there for you. You deserve to be happy."
"Thanks, JJ," you whispered. "Even though... I still want it to be with Hotch."
"I know," she said, giving your shoulder another squeeze. "I know."
You moved to the door, unlocking it slowly. As the latch clicked, Hotch stepped back, just barely caught. He mustāve been standing there, listening.
Spying, are we?" Derekās voice called out, smirking as he spotted Hotch lingering just outside.
Hotch didnāt flinch. His voice was calm, almost too calm. "You make her happy?"
Derek's smirk faded, his voice serious now. "Man, donāt."
Hotch gave a slight nod. "Right," he said shortly, brushing past Derek without looking back.
"Wait, hold on a minute," Derek called after him, catching up. "You donāt get to do that, man."
You had just stepped into the hallway, the door swinging open behind you. You froze, hearing Derekās voice rise.
"Look," Derek said, stepping in front of Hotch. "She cares about you. Sheās in love with you."
"Derekā" you started, your arms folding across your chest, frustration bubbling up. "You call this helping?"
"I do, babygirl," Derek said, voice softening when he turned to you. "As much as I would love to be with you... I canāt. Not knowing your heartās with him."
"He doesnāt want me," you said, voice cracking despite your best effort not to cry.
JJ stepped up beside you, giving your shoulder a supportive squeeze.
"This is too much," you whispered, blinking fast. "Derek, please, can we just go get coffee like we planned? Please?"
Derek shook his head gently. "Not this time, babygirl. You need to talk to Hotch. Okay?"
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding, and finally gave a small nod.
Before you could move, you felt a light tug at your wrist. You turned.
"Hotchā" you said, startled.
"Come with me," he said quietly, his voice steady, unreadable.
"Where are we going?" you asked, hesitating.
"My office," he said simply, his hand releasing yours as he started to walk.
You glanced over at Derek, silently pleading.
"Please... letās just get coffee," you whispered.
Derek shook his head. "No," he said firmly. "Iāve done my part. Itās your turn now."
You had no choice but to follow Hotch across the bullpen. The silence between you was thick, tense. Once inside, he closed the door with a soft click, the room feeling too small all of a sudden.
Hotch stood behind his desk, arms crossed, his face completely unreadable.
"So was this way of trying to make me Jealous... his idea?" he asked finally, voice low.
You shook your head, folding your arms tight across your chest. "No."
"It was yours?" he asked, something sharp flickering in his eyes.
"Yes," you said, your voice firm. "Why are you so shocked?"
You shifted, your arms folding tighter across your chest.
"Hotch, tell me something," you said, your voice low. "Why is it when you were the one telling me no... that we couldnāt happen, that it would be dangerous , that you couldnāt put me in your world , that I deserve better then you but to tell you the truth Iām already in your world , but you never asked me once what I wanted, and then another guy not just another guy Derek decides to pay attention to me... you get all defensive? Mad? Jealous?" Like Iām yours?
Hotch didn't flinch. His expression stayed unreadable, that same cool mask he always wore.
"Jealous?" he repeated, his voice flat. "I'm not jealous."
You gave a dry laugh, shaking your head. "Really? Then what was that in the hall?"
Hotchās jaw tensed, but he said nothing.
"Derek came after meā¦ Hotch , said . But you said something to him first , you say .
He stayed silent for a second too long, and you knew you had him.
"I said..." he started slowly, voice tight, "he made you happy."
You waited, your heart hammering.
"He didnāt make you cry," Hotch finished quietly.
"And then," Hotch said, his voice turning clipped, "he told me not to say anything. So I walked off. He came after me for round two."
You dropped your gaze, your chest aching. Your arms wrapped tighter around yourself like a shield.
"You heard... that I cried over you?" you asked, barely above a whisper.
"Yes," Hotch said simply, his voice steady, but his eyes giving him away.
Hotch stepped closer, his presence quiet but commanding.
"You did all this to make me jealous," he said, voice low. "Or... to try to make me jealous."
You lifted your chin slightly, meeting his gaze head-on.
"Just admit it," you said, a small, teasing smile tugging at your lips. "It worked."
Hotch's jaw tensed, his dark eyes locked on yours.
"If I said it worked," he asked carefully, "what happens next?"
Your hand, without you even realizing it, found his chest. Your fingers brushed the front of his shirt, lightly playing with the buttons.
"I'm still mad at you, Aaron," you said, voice soft but steady.
He froze, his eyes flickering with something you couldn't quite place.
"Aaron," he repeated, almost like he was tasting the word. "Thatās the first time Iāve heard you say my name."
You felt the heat rise in your cheeks but didnāt pull away.
"I love it," he said, barely above a whisper.
Hotch let out a breath he didnāt know heād been holding, his posture stiff, but his eyes warmer now, less guarded.
I want you Aaron , all of you I donāt care how messy it can get you whisper I donāt want perfect I just ā want me he interrupted you , you nodded ā¦
What if I took you to get that coffee Hotch said , pulling you in , Iām still mad you whisper , thatās okay he says as his eyes never left yours . Okay coffee it is .
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