when i'm in a room with you,
that missing piece is found,
when you're by my side darling,
nothing can bring us down.
criminal minds fan fiction
grumpy x sunshine
slow burn
friends to lovers
aaron hotchner x oc
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TW: Emetophobia? but it isn't graphic
"Home sweet home." I sing as Hotch and I walk through the doors of our house for the night, I wasn't mad about it, any kind of accommodation is better than what I reside in back at Quantico.
It was a detached home in a quiet neighbourhood, perfect for drawing in our UNSUB, the wooden floors and minimalistic aesthetic was to die for, although I do sort of wish there were some more pillows, photos, or anything? But I shouldn't complain, there aren't any holes in the walls or peeling paint, and definitely no stains on the carpet from my family's potty-training years.
"Do you need some help with that?" I called out to Hotch who struggled to carry four bags of shopping in from the car.
He shook his head, but I could almost see a bag slipping from his grip, I wasn't about to let my cookie mix fall onto the floor.
I jogged over to him, "Let me grab this one."
He shook his head, "No, I've got it."
I sighed, "You are so stubborn, let me grab it."
"No."
"Hotch" I stood in his way, blocking the pathway to the house, "Let me have one."
He shuffled the bags in his hand, "You can carry half of one, and that's it."
"Half?" I questioned, he nodded seriously. He really wasn't budging. I grabbed onto one of the handles on the bag which I knew had my cookie mix in them, in reality, I was doing absolutely nothing to help his situation as we trailed into the house. Hotch held three bags in one hand, while we shared the fourth bag between us. I can only imagine the picture we were painting- hopefully, one of a not so happily married couple.
"You trod on my toe," Hotch muttered as we stumbled through to the kitchen.
"I did not." I protested.
"Yes, you did."
"Your foot just got in my foot's way."
"That's you walking like a dancer," Hotch concluded.
"What can I say? It's in my blood." I responded with a smile, "Actually this room is big enough for me to pirouette without the risk of hitting anything-"
"Don't even think about it." Hotch interrupted as he began to unpack the shopping.
I stood in the fourth position, preparing for my turn, "Why not? Do you not wanna see my moves, husband?"
"You have no idea." I swear I heard him whisper under his breath, but I may have just imagined it because he quickly looked up at me, "You will hurt yourself, no."
"Fine," I grumbled, walking to help him put some groceries away, excitedly grabbing the cookie mix and putting it on the countertop for later.
"What'd you want from the Chinese?" Hotch asked as he pulled out his phone.
