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OK SO i’ve been rewatching the walking dead and i have to know if anyone has written a hotchreid fic in the wd universe cause i think that’s a genius idea and if it hasn’t i’ll do it please lmk what y’all think

#apocalypse hotchreid???? #maybe mid way through a case so they’re not even home #morgan and emily would be such girl bosses #the whole team would be there don’t worry #hotchreid

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You are the reason I will always come back

Summary:

Even after years of living together, you sometimes need to be reassured...

Notes:

Mystrade Monday #36 « Do you promise ? »

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

On AO3

Rating G - 329 words

Greg stared at Mycroft, watching him prepare for a mission that would take him away for more than a day was still one of the hardest things he had ever done. 

Even if these trips were only diplomatic and no longer involved any danger.

Even after a few years of living together, he found it hard to stop himself from telling him to stay, to beg him not to leave. 

But he respected Mycroft's dedication to his work, so he said nothing.

That was without counting his lover's insight.

"Greg, are you all right?" 

Mycroft asked him softly as he moved closer to the bed.

Greg, not trusting his voice, just nodded.

But Mycroft was not convinced and came to sit on the edge of the bed. He took Greg's chin and turned his head towards him.

He said in a firm tone, "I'll come back."

Greg nodded again, his throat still too tight to respond out loud.

Mycroft tightened the hand that held Greg's chin and bringing his face close to his own, he repeated, his eyes in Greg's, "I'll come back."

He closed the distance between them and, pressing his lips to his, he kissed him deeply and lingeringly.

When he stepped back a moment later, Greg's face was no longer closed and showed all his vulnerability.

Greg whispered, " Do you promise?"

Mycroft, still with his eyes in his, answered firmly, "I promise, Greg." he gave him a little peck and continued, "Before you, I had nothing to come home to, but now... now there's you, I have every reason in the world to come back and nothing can stop me. You're my reason to come back."

He passed his thumb over Greg's lips and said softly, "Now smile at me, let that be the image I take with me the time I'm gone."

Under his tender gaze, the smile blossomed on Greg's lips, reflecting the happiness that lit up his eyes after hearing his lover's promise.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Mystrade masterlist here

#YEAH IK THIS A CM BLOG BUT IM TEARING MY EYES OUT THE END IS SO CUTE #mystrade #y’all sherlock fans?

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Lunch break

Hotch x Reid

Keep reading

#AARON LOOKS SO HOT #THIS MAN DOES THINGS TO ME #hotchreid #i love this ship

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rewatching season one and fetus hotchreid gives me life! the entire scene of them in the burnt dorm room in 1x02, bouncing off of each other so fluently- why are they like this?!

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A sequel to the HotchReid one with them at the banquet, but none of his formal clothes fit

Part 1

It was two weeks before the banquet and Spencer was searching through a few of his formal clothes that he didn’t wear often for what he should wear. Spencer pulled out a nice suit he had, thinking this would work. He slipped on the pants, brows furrowed when they felt tight around his thighs. He jumped and pulled to get them on his waist, but when he looked down he realised there was no way he would be able to button them. His belly was poking out and the button was a few inches away from the opening. Spencer blushed in embarrassment but went to try on the shirt and jacket, finding they were also too small. The buttons on the shirt strained against his midsection and the arms on the blazer were very tight. 

Spencer pulled the clothes off and tried his other suits, but they were all the same. He felt tears prick his eyes as insecurity coursed through him. He could, of course, buy a new suit but it was humiliating that this was going to be his and Hotch’s first date and he had to buy new clothes because he was too fat to fit in any of his formal clothes. Spencer shoved the suits to the back of the closet, put on some baggy pyjamas, and wrapped himself up in his fluffy blanket, trying to ignore how tubby he had gotten. 

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Two days later he was standing in a tailors shop with Morgan and Rossi. Rossi had unknowingly solved his problem when he insisted on getting everyone custom made suits and dresses for the banquet. The girls had insisted Hotch go at a different time, so they could be completely surprised by each other's suits, Garcia in particular going on about how it was more romantic that way.   

When it was Spencer’s turn to be measured, he felt his cheeks heat up as the woman measuring him wrapped the measuring tape around his plush waist. He resisted the urge to suck his tummy in, knowing it would make it so the suit didn’t fit right. 

After they were all measured, the woman, who he discovered was named Susan, brought out different fabrics and a catalogue so they could look at different styles they liked. 

“Oh!” Susan exclaimed, “we also have a lot of good plus size options,” she directed at Spencer, as she brought out another catalogue. Spencer felt his cheeks heat up, embarrassed that he was considered plus size, as he took the catalogue to look through. Spencer eventually found a suit he really liked though, a brown one with a vest that would be paired with a blue shirt and darker blue tie. 

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The day of the banquet finally arrived. Spencer stood in front of the mirror dressed in his new suit. He liked the suit, it was comfortable and fit him right but it still couldn’t disguise his plump belly and thick thighs. He took a deep breath, reminding himself that Hotch knew that he was chubby and wouldn’t have asked him out if he cared. 

When he arrived at the banquet Hotch was standing outside waiting for him, “wow,” he breathed out, running his hand down Spencer’s side, “you look incredible.”

Spencer ducked his head and blushed, “thanks,” he replied, “you do too.” Hotch did look good, he was wearing a classic black suit that perfectly showed off his features.

“Well, I guess, we better go in,” Hotch said, taking Spencer’s hand in his. 

The night went wonderfully, and ended with Hotch driving him home and dropping him off with a kiss.

If anyone wants to send me chubby Louis Tomlinson or chubby Spencer Reid concepts, ideas, and requests you can. The only thing I don’t want is anything with full on s3x and outright f33derism. Any ship is fine as well.

Also feel free to ask me questions as long as they are respectful

#not to trauma dump but this is far too relatable haha don’t try on your old prom dress after gaining weight #especially if you were skinny because of an ed #spencer gets me

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I have an idea for one of the chapters hotch and Reid are together Officers or one the team are making fun of Reid's chubbiness and Hotch is Protective

“Okay, Reid and Seaver I want you to go to the M.E.” Hotch instructed.

Spencer looked down at that, his hands fidgeting. He really didn’t want to be paired up with Seaver again. It was his own fault though, he had mentioned to Hotch he didn’t like being paired with Seaver after a case, so it seemed Hotch had decided Spencer would be paired with her a lot. Hotch thought he didn’t want to work with her because of how little experience she had, he had told Spencer he understood it could be frustrating but to give her a chance. He had then gone back to his work, not giving Spencer a chance to explain the real reason, which was she would make jokes and pick on him for his quirks and his weight and it was starting to make him really self-concious.

“Why do you never drive?” Seaver asked on the way to the M.E. 

Spencer suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, “I don’t like to, it makes me nervous.”

She let out a laugh, “You’re so weird,”

Spencer crossed his arms and sighed, he couldn’t wait for this to be over.

“So, what’s with you and Hotch?”

“Huh?” Spencer turned to look at her.

“You and Hotch, he seems to favour you a bit,” Seaver said, and Spencer could hear slight jealousy in her tone. Hotch tried to be as professional as he could at work but sometimes he couldn’t help but give his boyfriend some extra attention. Things like being a little more loose with rules with him, and giving him a proud smile when he figured something out. 

“Uh, we’re um together,” Spencer hesitantly told her, it wasn’t a secret that he and Hotch were dating, so he was unsure of why he felt nervous telling her.

“Really,” she exclaimed, her shock evident in her voice, “I mean, I wouldn’t have thought.”

“Why not?” Spencer asked, trying not to let his hurt show.

“Well, Hotch is so, you know, no-nonsense. I wouldn't think you were his type, what with how child-like you are.” Spencer felt his cheeks burn at her words, he knew he looked younger than he was and that he could get excited and do childish things, like spinning in a chair at times. But he was mature and capable, Spencer opened his mouth to respond but Seaver beat him to it. 

“And, Hotch is active and stuff while, no offense, you’re obviously not,” she joked with a pointed look at Spencer’s stomach. Spencer felt insecurity wash over him, he could take the jokes about his weight and quirks, even if they hurt his feelings, but it hurt on a different level for her to imply he wasn’t good enough for Hotch. Spencer shifted his position trying to make it so his tummy didn’t pudge out as much. 

Later at the station Spencer was alone, leaning against the table going through a pile of files they had to read through, him of course doing this job because of how fast he could read. He jumped as he felt hands snake around his waist. 

“Hey, baby,” Hotch whispered in his ear. Spencer quickly sucked in his stomach, not wanting his Hotch to feel his squishy belly. 

“What are you doing? We're working.” Spencer broke free from his hold and turned to face him, his cheeks pink. 

Hotch chuckled, “I know, but I hardly saw you today. I missed you.”

Spencer bashfully ducked his head as a shy smile appeared on his face.

“Gosh you’re so beautiful” Hotch stroked his chubby cheek, before grabbing his chin and pulling him in for a kiss. Spencer closed his eyes and tried to ignore his insecurities of Hotch feeling the chub that sat on his jawline. Hotch moved his hands, placing them on Spencer’s plump hips. 

Spencer hurriedly pulled away and Hotch gave him a look of confusion. “Sorry, we have to work,” Spencer reminded him, gesturing to the huge stack of files. 

“Right.” Hotch gave him a proud look and a kiss on the cheek, “you’re always so focused and determined.” 

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The next day Hotch was walking to the conference room where Spencer and Seaver were when he heard something that made him stop in his tracks.

“I mean, if you keep eating like that Hotch won’t be able to hold you for much longer, it’s a wonder you don’t crush him when you cuddle.”

Hotch stormed in the room, anger in his eyes as he spotted Seaver taunting Spencer about a donut he was going to eat. 

“Seaver!” 

Seaver froze as she heard Hotch’s stern voice, she gulped and turned around to face him. 

“You should know it is not appropriate to comment on a coworker's eating habits or appearance. We will discuss more about this later, right now I want you to go and help Morgan,” Hotch demanded. Seaver nervously nodded and scurried out of the room. 

Hotch sighed and studied his boyfriend who had his head down in embarrassment but Hotch could see his cheeks were red and his shoulders were softly shaking. 

“Spence,” Hotch softly said as he sat next to Spencer. He titled his head up with his hand, smiling at the softness of his jaw. Spencer avoided Hotch’s eyes as a tear made its way down his cheek. “Is this why you didn’t want to work with Seaver? Has she made these comments before?” Hotch’s heart broke as Spencer sniffled and nodded. “Don’t worry she won’t be on our team for long and in the meantime I won’t pair you up with her, okay?”

“Okay,” Spencer choked out, more tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Angel,” Hotch said as he wiped away Spencer’s tears, “what she said was not true. You are nowhere near heavy enough to crush me,” Hotch eyed the donut that was sitting on the table, “how about you finish eating your donut?”

Spencer shook his head, “I’ll get fatter if I do.” 

“No you won’t. And even if you did gain more weight you would still be just as beautiful and I’d still love you,” Hotch told him, “now,” he said, giving Spencer a peck on the lips, “why don’t we share this donut?” Hotch broke the donut in half and held one half out to Spencer.

Spencer blushed, wiped his tears and took the donut, a shy smile on his face.

If anyone wants to send me chubby Louis Tomlinson or chubby Spencer Reid concepts, ideas, or requests you can. The only thing I don’t want is anything with full on s3x and outright f33derism. Any ship is fine as well.

Also feel free to ask me questions as long as they are respectful

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It has been happening more often recently.

There is no reason, but still, Spencer lies awake at night, his entire body aching for sleep, but the thunderstorm in his chest won't let him.

Thud thud thud.

Constant. Steady. Always the same speed. But so forcefully that it feels as though someone is trying to crawl out of his chest, each beat echoing in his entire being.

4 hours a night.

3 hours a night.

2 hours a night.

But his heart keeps beating, and Spencer keeps going, showing up at work with bags underneath his eyes the size of teacups.

He is good enough at his job that he can hide it, a cup of coffee practically glued to his hand. 7 packs of sugar turn into 10 turn into 15, and still, his heart keeps beating.

Thud thud thud.

If the team notices something off, they don't say anything. And even Hotch has been so busy that all his attention has been focused on Jack, and Spencer would never fault him for that.

As he looks into his bathroom mirror with his hair soaking wet after dunking his head in ice as a last attempt to calm down his nervous system, it takes all but two seconds for him to be reminded that no matter how powerful the mind, in the end anyone is a slave to their own body.

Thud thud thud.

It is mocking him and he is helpless, trying out every coping mechanism underneath the sun and then some, only stopping at taking actual medication because, well.

That is a line he doesn't dare dance upon.

Thud thud thud.

The soft hue of the streetlight is barely illuminating the hotel room, but even if it was the sun itself shining directly into his face, it would bother him less than the ever-present tik tok of his heart.

He doesn't dare look at the time, only turn on his side to stare into the nothingness, his gaze empty and his body screaming at him to get some rest.

If only he could.

A gentle knock on the door pulls his from his thoughts, and he is too tired to reach for his gun, resting on his bedside table just out of reach.

He nearly laughs out loud when he realizes that a robber most likely wouldn't ask to be let in, and a giggle does escape him when his delirious brain presents him with the words vampire robber.

The man standing next to his bed is anything but though, and Aaron has a soft smile on his face when he gestures for Spencer to scoot over.

The mattress dips next to Spencer when Aaron climbs in beside him, and strong arms pull him in so tightly that he fears he might choke to death.

A soft kiss gets pressed to that sensitive spot just underneath his ear, and Spencer sighs as he presses closer into Aaron's chest.

"I have read that when you cuddle, you and your partner's heart rate will sync up," Aaron whispers into the dark, and Spencer has to swallow to get rid of the lump in his throat.

Long legs force themselves between his own and eventually they are so entangled that it's impossible to know which limb belongs to whom.

Not that it matters, not when Aaron is continuously pressing kisses to Spencer's neck, a pattern that only makes sense to him.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you earlier, Spencer. You could have come to me," he says, but Spencer doesn't answer.

Sleep is tugging heavy at his lids, and behind him, there is finally a worthy opponent for the battle that's been raging in his chest.

Thud thud thud.

Aaron's heart is beating ever so slightly slower than his own, but with each beat, each breath, Spencer can feel himself calm down, the storm inside him slowly passing.

Sometimes, you have to beat fire with fire.

And sometimes, you need to be held so tight that there is no room for anything but love.

"Goodnight, Spencer," followed by a final kiss pressed to neck is the last thing he hears before he allows himself to be pulled under.

There is nothing but silence.

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Drown my fears

Hotch x Reid

Happy Birthday @tobias-hankel !

@sparklinspence @lizzielovegood-blog @merpancake @brillianthijinx @thaddeusly @not-easy-being-green-124 @ssa-sarahsunshine @spencersfunkysocks @chaotic-librarian @wherethewordsare @justiceforralvez

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Mornings Remind Me

It started as Hotch just chasing something that he couldn't put a name to. How could he? He hadn't let himself want since… well. And then there was Spencer, leaning against the door of his hotel room, chewing his lip with liquor courage still making him bold. Hotch only let himself be kissed breathless and raw, waiting till Reid rolled over the next morning still wanting, and not afraid of it. How could Hotch not catch that kind of bravery like the flames that were licking up the insides of his bones? All sharp lines of hip and jaw and shoulders, but soft smiles and rumpled hair falling into honeyed eyes. In an instant, Hotch knew he was absolutely in trouble. A hesitation of want grew into a sharp hook just behind his navel that he hoped would never loosen. It was strung with lust and admiration in equal measures and Spencer seemed to reel him in with little fight In the beginning, it was an unspoken rule that they wouldn't stay the night after that first morning together. Maybe because it would mean something. Maybe sunlight would show what they had done and neither was ready to face it.

Suddenly Hotch had to see. The mornings he woke up to the cold sheets that still smelled like Reid pulling at him. He didn't know how to ask. Maybe if he did, everything would turn to smoke in those first rays of light and this would be over. Or maybe just maybe the lith muscles under his hands and the affectionate tones would stay, solid and real. The next time he found Reid on his doorstep, he pulled him in without a word, already burying his face into the crook of his neck, not realizing he was hiding until… "I stocked up on sugar… In case you want coffee in the morning." It was a stab at humor, an attempt to let Spencer laugh it off without having to reject him outright. Then long careful fingers are sliding into his hair and for a split second, he thinks he's about to be pushed away when there's the soft chuckle from the throat he's still pressed into. "I've had a carton of oat milk sitting in my fridge for the last four days." Oh. He feels ridiculous but he sags into Reid a little more. "Take me to bed, Aaron. After you set the coffee pot." He doesn't realize he had pulled Reid closer until their knees practically knock together. The sun comes up and he's already awake, waiting for those first beams to slide down the wall to fall onto Spencer's face. He doesn't vanish like mist on the lake, nose wrinkling at the sun in his eyes. When he blinks awake, there is that same soft smile, still a mixture of the many things that Hotch has come to expect but also something else. There's a warmth there that he had only ever caught glimpses of but now it's on full display washing over him. "Good morning," he almost whispers it. "Mm, morning. Coffee?"

It becomes a habit for them. Stay the night, wake up, have coffee together when they're not on the road. When they are, on the mornings they can, they call in breakfast and stay in bed, puzzling over cases or arguing history and lit. Mornings Hotch wakes to Reid beside him reading he can't remember being so at ease. Maybe that's why says it when he does. With that same ease in his chest, the same pull. "I love you," it's the same hushed tone from that second morning and Reid goes still beside him but doesn't give Hotch the chance to take it back before he's leaning down and pressing a kiss, coffee bitter and sugar-sweet into his lips. "I love you too." There's a smile, warm and pleased.

#peeing everywhere #this this this #i cant handle this #hotchreid

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Dare to Know

Summary: Hotch moves in with Spencer and finds out a lot about the young man, including who he has a crush on. 

This fic was written for the CM/MGG Roommate Challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins​

Prompt: Person A finds out more about person B since moving in with them than they ever had through years of working together/friendship.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Aaron Hotchner - hotchreid

Content Warning: Brief mention of underage gambling and getting a tattoo underage.

Word Count: 3425

Hotch groaned as he got up from his office sofa. His back yelled at him, popping several times as he stretched.

“I’m too old for this,” Hotch mumbled to himself, looking back down at the sofa he had slept on.

Two months ago, Hotch had come home to find Haley and Jack gone. Haley had packed up their things and moved in with her sister, leaving Hotch in their house alone. Hotch tried to reason with Haley, get her to come home so they could be a family again but even he knew it was a lost cause. Their marriage had been on the rocks for some time, and they had thought that the arrival of Jack would repair things but being parents only highlighted their issues as a couple.

After filing for a divorce, Hotch decided that Haley and Jack should move back into their family home and that he would be the one to move out. The problem was that Hotch got too caught up at work and apartment shopping completely slipped his mind, and by the time he started looking around, nothing was available for at least a month.

That is how he ended up sleeping in his office. It wasn’t permanent but it worked until he could get into an apartment. Hotch always stayed late and got to work early, so no one should notice. Being a workaholic actually helped out this time.

The only problem was that the team had one other workaholic, Spencer.

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#hotchreid #head empty just them

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Good morning. A reminder that though they don't really fight Aaron and Spencer will get into very heated debates over famous cold cases that usually end with them looking into the case files in their spare time trying to prove the other wrong. They actually solve a couple of them this way. The first one they solve like this it was Hotch who got it right and he's about to tease Reid about it but Reid is just standing there. "Aaron," and his face is so soft and so in love. "You actually closed the case. Thats amazing! 🥺🥺🥺 I'm so proud of you"

#pissing and shitting #hotchreid #THIS IS SO CUTE I HATE THEM #headcanon

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this is gonna make me cry look at them

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broke: the Reid Effect is an inside joke with the BAU based on real evidence of animals/babies reacting poorly while being in his presence

woke: “the Reid Effect” is just a joke that Hotch makes when the dog barks at Reid to lighten the mood, and Reid makes the “IQ of 187” joke to riff off it and share a soft little knowing smile

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sub spencer (obviously) getting railed in the bullpen by hotch after everyone has left because he’s too needy to wait until they get home

needy boy 🥺

he just can’t wait to be filled

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HI OK my current fav headcannon is hotch being really into cars and like fixing them up and stuff and just having a big collection bc i find that so hot for some reason lordd

the idea of hotch offering to drive spence home from work and he pulls up in some sexy ass mustang (i don't actually know anything about cars lol) and reid is just like??? since when???? but he's also like very turned on. + him watching hotch fix up an old car w his sleeves rolled up all sweaty i justststcant

ALSO AN UNDERGROUND DRAG RACING AU WOULD BE SOOOOO like em and derek too 🤤🤤

okay but Hotch using his hands to do anything “manly” is just so fucking hot.

Seeing him in the driveway working on an old junker he bought off Craigslist to have something to do when he gets too in his head, putting his hands to use in a way that proves to be useful, fixing instead of destroying.

Jeans with holes in the knees, grease stains on his thighs where he’s been wiping his hands, mud and oil caked along the bottoms and covering his boots. White t-shirt half tucked in, sweat gathering along the neckline, arms on display with muscles tight and toned, showing off tan lines and a smattering of freckles.

His bright smile when he stands up straight, looking over the hood at Spencer who is walking up the drive, a mix of curiosity and heat in his eyes at what he sees. “Hotch? I didn’t know you worked on cars.”

Aaron using an old rag to wipe his hands, then wipes the sweat from his brow, the summer sun beating down on them both, making Spencer feel all that much hotter under the collar.

“It’s just something to do,” Aaron responds, slamming the hood closed and walking around, leaning against the drivers side door with his arms crossed, bulging muscles, skin shimmering with sweat, black hair mussed and falling over his forehead in such a way that takes 10 years off him, cheeks flushed from the work and the heat.

Spencer swallows, mouth dry, hands gripping the strap of his satchel so tightly his knuckles have blanched white and his palms are starting to hurt. He can feel his heartbeat in every inch of his body, how it pumps harder and faster every second his eyes soak in the image before him, gaze accidentally lingering too long on the trickle of sweat that beads down the side of Aaron’s face, over his jaw, down his neck, disappearing into the collar of his shirt—

“Spencer?”

He jumps, blinking, glancing up to meet Aaron’s eyes (who happens to look a little amused, if not… smug?), “I’m sorry—what?”

Aaron chuckles, pulling away from the car and walking towards the house, “I asked if you’d like to come in. There’s lemonade in the fridge. Jack will be home in about ten minutes, and then you two can have the whole backyard to yourselves for his science project.”

Spencer follows automatically, trying not to memorize how good Hotch looks in jeans—has Spencer ever seen Hotch in jeans before? How on earth did he even manage to get them on, they look so tight! Of course, Spencer has noticed how… aesthetically pleasing… Aaron Hotchner’s backside is. Who hasn’t? But in jeans? This is a whole other story—“Yeah, yes, I mean. Um, lemonade. That would be fine. Thank you, Hotch.”

Aaron slides the glass across the island counter, a glint in his eye, a smear of some kind of car engine grease on his cheek, “No problem, Spencer. And it’s Aaron, when we aren’t at work.”

Spencer exhales slowly, fumbling with the lemonade, sweaty hands thankful for the chill of the glass, “Right. Aaron.”

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#aaron hotchner is so fucking hot #take me out #hotchreid