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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 8 months

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A Big Misunderstanding

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: mentions of being tortured, your partner is killed because of it, your coworkers blaming you for their death, migraines, deaf in one ear, feeling less than by hotch, fluff at the end

Request by anon: Read the request here!

Summary: You're a new transfer to the team without Hotch knowing about it You needed to escape harassment and tragedy from your other job, so Strauss places you as the new techy girl alongside Penelope. Everyone welcomes you with open arms but Hotch, and it's starting to affect your physical health.

Square Filled: guilty conscience for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

This is it. This is the first day of your new career, new life, and hopefully with a new family to call your own. The last one didn’t end up so well for you. You’re hoping to start something new with all new people and a brand-new attitude. You walk into work with your purse slung over your shoulder and enter the bullpen. There are so many people busting their asses, moving about the large area, and doing work at their computers. A black man walks past you with coffee in his hand, and you quickly stop him.

“Hi, where can I find Agent Hotchner?”

“Up the stairs. His office is right in front of it.”

“Thank you,” you smile and walk past him.

Agent Hotchner is sitting in his office looking over one of the files Spencer sent over to him when you knock on the door.

“Come in.” You knock again when you don’t hear anything. “Come in.”

This time you do. Hotch is floored by your beauty when you walk in but he remains stoic. He doesn't want to give away just how beautiful he thinks you are.

“Hi. My name is Y/N. I am here about the technical analyst position available.”

“There is no position available. I’m sorry, you must have the wrong department.”

“You’re Agent Hotchner with the BAU, correct? I was sent here to start with Penelope Garcia.”

“Who sent you?”

“I’m sorry?” you ask when you didn’t hear him speak. You move your right ear closer to him so you can hear better. “Can you repeat that?”

“Who sent you?” he asks more sternly.

“Cheif Strauss.”

Hotch doesn’t say a word and picks up his desk phone to call the Chief. She never told him she would be sending anyone over, and he never requested for a new person to join the team.

“Hello, Agent Hotchner.”

“Chief Strauss. I have Agent Y/N here saying she’s going to be working with our technical analyst. Am I hearing this correctly?”

“Yes, I sent her over there to be transferred.”

“Without talking to me about it?”

“I don’t feel like I have to tell you everything I do. She will be joining your team. I assume you’re perfectly capable of training her?”

“Yes ma’am.” Hotch hangs up and looks at you with a sigh. “The team and I are meeting right now to go over a case. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

You bite your lower lip nervously. You hate coming across as dumb but you really can’t hear what he’s saying when he speaks in a low tone or mumbles.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

“I said you can join us. We’re about to be briefed.”

He gets up and walks out of his office with a hard look on his face. He hates himself for thinking you’re so beautiful when he’s going to be your boss. Dating you or even thinking about dating you is inappropriate, so he’ll try to keep this as professional as possible. You haven’t even started your first day and you’re already off to a bad start. Still, you chalk this up to a rough start and follow him into the briefing room where the rest of the team is at.

“Team, this is Agent Y/N. She will be starting today as a technical analyst that will be working side-by-side with Garica. Y/N, these are Agents Prentiss, Reid, Morgan, Rossi, Jareau, and our technical analyst Penelope Garcia.”

“What’s your name again?” you ask the blonde and sit next to her.

“Penelope Garcia. You’ll have so much fun working with me. I like to keep it cool in the office,” she smiles.

You can tell you’re gonna get along with her easily.

“Let’s begin,” Hotch says and looks at JJ.

JJ places crime scene pictures on the screen for everyone to see. Some are of a crushed vehicle and others are of victims who have been crushed by a vehicle. Penelope gasps and looks away so she can keep some decency while you look on in curiosity.

“An unsub that kills with his car? I haven’t seen that before,” Emily says.

“Neither have the police in Bend, Oregon which is why they need our help. There have been two victims in the last twelve days. The first victim is Maria Delgado, twenty-three. She was hit on a morning jog. The second victim is Shannon Makely, forty-three. She was stranded on the side of the road when her car broke down.”

“What makes the locals think that they were connected?” you ask, trying to be part of the conversation.

“For one thing, they were both backed over after the initial impact. This wasn’t an accident. Plus, they matched treads in both scenes. They were large wheels for all terrain. Their wounds also indicated a raised bumper, so they’re thinking a large SUV to a truck. When we land, I want a list of everyone who owns a vehicle for all-terrain.”

“What?” you ask and look at his lips to read what he’s saying.

He shoots you an annoyed look which makes you sink into your chair in embarrassment.

“Garcia, get me the list.”

“Sure,” she nods and looks at you.

“Do they know the make or model?” Derek asks, moving the conversation along.

“No. The tires are made for multiple kinds of vehicles.”

“Were there any witnesses to either incident?”

“No, both victims were attacked in secluded areas.”

“Two tons of metal make a hell of a weapon,” Derek says.

“Serial killers have been known to become rather attached to their vehicles. Bittaker and Norris even gave theirs a nickname. Murder Mac,” Spencer explains.

“Bittaker and Norris were sexual sadists. There's no sign of torture here. This sounds like thrill kills for easy targets randomly selected. We need to think about if they’re not random. We need to see if there is a connection between the two victims.”

“With this type of impact, the vehicle shouldn't be hard to pick out of a lineup. There should be significant front-end damage.”

“Somehow I don't think it's gonna be that easy,” Rossi shrugs.

“Well, I think it's safe to assume our unsub is male,” Emily states. “A big car is phallic like he’s overcompensating for something. Maybe he’s impotent. If the unsub sees himself as physically defective, the car not only gives him the power and control he otherwise lacks, but it also serves as a shield.”

“Maybe a way to avoid physical contact?” Hotch asks.

“Now we’re going in a different direction. Power, control, and female victims equal up to a rape profile.”

“Rape and thrill kills are two very different profiles. What does victimology tell us?”

“Nothing, yet. Shannon Makely was a white, married, commodities trader. Maria Delgado was a Hispanic grad student and a competitive tri-athlete.”

“So far, gender's our only link. Hopefully, the crime scenes will tell us more. Garcia, Y/N, I want you with us on this one. Y/N, do you have a go-bag?”

“No.”

Hotch sighs in annoyance but Penelope saves the day.

“Come on, I’ll show you where I keep my go bag.”

You don’t mean to be a pain in the ass especially on your first day, but you’re really trying to fit in here. You used to be an active agent that was really good out in the field. You passed every test with flying colors and were up for a promotion within your field.

Until one day when you and your partner went undercover.

You two were captured by a well-known drug lord who was known for torture and gang violence. He knew one of you was FBI but didn’t know exactly which one. He tortured both of you until one of you confessed, but it’s not like you two were going to give the other one up. If only you had told him you were the FBI agent then he wouldn't have killed your partner. Your partner died because of you, and when your team busted in to try and save you two, the explosion from the blast they used shot your hearing so bad you became deaf in your left ear. If you get stressed too much then you start to get migraines and Strauss knows this.

Seeing Hotch behave this way starts a small headache you know won’t go away if he continues. You would have recovered and stayed with your original team if they didn’t harass you every day and blamed you for your partner’s death. Strauss knew it was a problem when you came into her office crying because of them.

You hope this team isn’t going to be like your last otherwise, you’ll have to find a new line of work.

“Are you sure I should come along?”

“You’ll do great,” Penelope encourages.

You and Penelope meet everyone on the plane. They discuss the case some more but you only listen this time. You want to see how each person is just by observing instead of butting in and trying to be like one of them. Plus, you’re not a profiler so you’ll leave this one to the team.

Your only focus is the computers and the technical world. When you were recovering from your accident, you taught yourself how to code and hack since you were bedridden for months. You got to the point where you impressed Strauss with your skills which is why she put you on this team. They don’t necessarily need you but this is the only team she can put you on without having to fire you altogether.

When the plane landed, you and Pen elope set up shop in the police station surrounded by laptops. One of the crime scenes happened near a security camera which is what Penelope is working on. You’re getting that list for Hotch of everyone who owns an all-terrain vehicle and cross-referencing if they still live in the state or not. This is what you like to do post-kidnapping. This gives you a different kind of comfort than being out on the field.

“Garcia, anything?” Derek asks.

“Not yet, sugar. Give me a few more minutes.”

“Y/N, I have a list of suspects PD already has in mind. Cross-reference those who are already on your list,” Hotch orders.

“I’m ready when you are.”

Hotch starts listing off names from your left side so it’s kind of hard to hear him. You don’t want to make a scene and ask him to move so you try your best to put in the right name. Hotch watches as you type in the names and sees you’re typing in the wrong names.

“No, I didn’t say Millie Bael, I said Lily Ball. Are you not listening to me?”

You’re trying really hard not to cry right now and your head hurts so much. Derek sees the look of despair and pain on your face and puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Hotch, take it easy. It’s her first day.”

“Sorry, Lily Ball,” you mutter and type in the name.

After twenty minutes of almost wanting to cry, you narrow down your list to ten suspects. Penelope didn’t find good coverage on the security footage so she is looking into half of the men on the list while you get the other half.

“Look into the history of each suspect. I don’t want any stone unturned, understand?” You’re staring at Hotch’s mouth to read what he’s saying. Ever since becoming deaf, you’ve gotten good at reading lips. “Do you understand?”

You jump at the sudden change in tone.

“Yes, sir. I will look into the history of each ma and cross-reference them with accidents they might have been in.”

“That’s not at all what I said. I don’t even know why you’re on this team. We never had an issue with having just one technical analyst.”

Tears brim the surface of your eyes but you won’t let them fall. It’s only the first day. I’ll get better. Hotch walks away with a scoff and a shake of his head, and you fall onto your chair with a sigh.

“I don’t know why he’s being so hard on you. He’s never like this,” Spencer says.

Emily, Derek, and Rossi are out right now leaving you, Spencer, Penelope, and JJ alone in the conference room.

“I don’t mean to be this way. I was never like this.” You explain your past to them--the drug lord, getting kidnapped, tortured, injured, and harassed every single day. “I needed out of that job. I was so excited to be put here but Hotch is only reminding me of my coworkers. Hopefully, he’ll ease up on me.”

He didn’t.

For the rest of the case, Hotch continued to be hard on you even when the team defended you. Every little thing you did Hotch criticized, even if what you did was completely right. He always had something to say about something, and by the end of the case, your headache is at an all-time high.

While on the plane ride home, you tried to get some sleep. The migraine plus the stress Hotch is putting on you is enough to send your mind into a nightmare. A nightmare about what you could have done differently to save your partner. Hotch sits in his chair and watches you without anyone noticing him. He knows he’s been hard on you but he hates anyone new coming in and ruining the dynamic between the teammates that are already here.

You gasp awake and scare everyone from the sudden noise, and Hotch’s eyes narrow.

“Are you okay?” JJ asks.

“Yeah. I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“Y/N. When we land, you and I need to have a conversation with Chief Strauss about your future here.”

“I’m sorry,” you say as a tear rolls down your cheek.

“Hotch,” JJ says to defend you. However, you’re already getting out of your seat and going into the bathroom to have some time alone to yourself. “Why are you being so hard on her?”

“Have you not been with her the entire time? She always asks me to repeat myself and she can’t follow instructions.”

“She was in an accident. She used to be a really good agent. I looked her up,” Spencer says.

“Her former team blamed her for the death of her partner, and she became deaf in her left ear after being tortured for information,” JJ finishes.

Now Hotch feels like shit. His face doesn’t give away how he’s feeling but deep down, he’s feeling like the worse piece of shit ever. He tries to talk to you when the plane lands but you escaped to grab your things to get the hell out of there. You’re almost at the elevator when Hotch stands in your way.

“Sir?”

“I want to apologize for how I’ve been treating you. I’ve been completely unfair to you without understanding who you are as a person and as an agent. I’ve always been reserved with new people on this team which is something I know I need to work on.”

“I don’t mean to do this on purpose. I’m assuming JJ and Spencer told you what happened to me?”

“Yes. If you’ll accept my apology, I’ll work on making you part of this team as if you started here on day one.”

“That’ll take months, I’m afraid, but apology accepted,” you smile.

Yup, you’re going to be the death of him. Your smile is too damn beautiful not to see in his office every day, and he’s gonna do everything he can to keep it there.

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yuly · 1 year

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Aaron hotchner x daughter!reader where she blames him for her mothers death??? I’m dying to read some mean!Daughter!reader

Agony

Aaron Hotchner x daughter

cw: angst and pain (!!), heavy subject matter, grief, rage, Haley's death (not explicit), fainting

a/n: this felt too heavy to write as reader insert, so I wrote it in 3rd person POV, please heed the warnings !!

Aaron and his daughter have always had a strained relationship.

Growing up, she was mainly raised by her mother. She didn’t see much of her father in her early formative years, he was studying to be a lawyer and from then onward, he was always working. Naturally, she grew closer to her mother and never really warmed up to her father. Their relationship mainly consisted of Haley pleading with her to speak with him.

Watching her parents bicker growing up didn't help things either. She always took her mother's side, defending her with her life and deeming her father a selfish nuisance in their lives. Haley always said she inherited the mean streak from Aaron’s dad.

When Aaron tells her Haley is gone, she's inconsolable.

"Don’t, don’t say it,"

"Honey, I'm sorry-"

"Don't fucking call me that," the venom in her tone is tangible, "you piece of shit! You fucking piece of shit!"

She's enraged, a bull that sees Aaron as a red flag flying in its face. She uses the single morsel of restrain she has left not to throw her phone at his face.

He lets out an exasperated sigh, "I’m sorry-,"

"You should be sorry, this is your fault, you’re a sorry excuse for a father and a fucking idiot." Seeing him stand in front of her while the only person that truly loved her in this world is gone, sends her into a spiral of rage.

Aaron drops his head at her words, he feels suffocated as the raw emotion and pain compete with oxygen for space in his lungs.

She’s now sobbing and pacing the room, desperate to catch her own breath.

"You," she exhales, glowering at him, "it should’ve been you."

Aaron feels the words steal his breath. He feels utterly broken and powerless for a second time that same day. He can hear his daughter speaking, yet there's another voice intertwined with hers, lashing out just the same, taking joy in demeaning him: his father. Aaron doesn't look up at her, afraid who's eyes he might meet. He doesn't retaliate, doesn't offer a response, he allows her to lash out, to break him down further with every word, every shout, and every tear.

The room begins to spin and he can feel his heart racing as thoughts begin to swarm him: if he can’t be a good father, what is he good for? Why would he put the mother of his child in such a dangerous predicament? Was his father right all along about his son’s inability to amount to anything good?

Aaron can feel himself heaving as his vision goes black. He can hear his daughter somewhere in the distance, shouting for him as unconsciousness drags him out of his misery.

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year

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It's their first night together, and Emily notices something she's never seen before.

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This is literally just some silliness based on this post. Because apparently, I have no self control

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Words: 1.5k

Warnings: none!

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily groans as she wakes up, opening her eyes to find the room was still dark. There was a heavy arm over her waist and a chest pressed into her back. The sheets she was laying on smelt of him, and she smiles to herself as it all comes back to her.

They’d been talking around the subject of taking their relationship beyond a friendship for months. Both she and Aaron were nervous to ruin what they already had, but keenly aware that they could, and wanted to, have more. It shocked her when he was the one to make the first move after spending months convincing herself it would be her.

But he kissed her as she said goodbye to him one evening, taking her by surprise when he dropped her home after they’d been for dinner. His voice quiet as he asked if the next time they went out if it could be a date. She kissed him in response, her arms tight around his neck in a way that could only be interpreted as a yes.

Work had, of course, gotten in the way.

Almost a month went by between him asking her out and them actually being able to make it happen. They’d made out a few times in the interim, Aaron refusing to go any further before he took her to dinner, and it had slowly driven Emily insane. She knew he wanted her, that wasn’t up for debate, but his self-control might very well have been her undoing if it had carried on for too much longer.

When he finally took her out, to a restaurant they had been to before, it felt natural, Like they had always been doing this. The conversation flowed like it always had, but with her hand under his on the table.

He took her back to his, and she kissed him as soon as they were in his apartment. Her lips insistent against his as she let him know exactly where she wanted the evening to go. Thankfully, he was on the same page, his hold on her stronger than it had ever been, his grip enough to leave bruises on her hips.

She shifts against him in the bed, stretching slightly and hissing as some of her muscles protest.

Not that she’d ever tell him, but it had certainly been the wait.

She tries to wriggle out of his embrace, shifting towards the edge of the mattress and chuckles when he pulls her back towards him.

“No, Em,” he mumbles, clearly still mostly asleep, “stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she replies, her hand over his on her abdomen, “But I do need to pee, and if you don’t let me go it will happen here. And it is far too early in our relationship for that.”

Aaron kisses the back of her head and releases her, and she shivers as she stands, the cool air of his bedroom replacing him. She grabs his dress shirt from the floor and pulls it on, sighing as the scent of him surrounds her once more. She does up a couple of buttons as she walks towards his ensuite.

Once she’s done in the bathroom, not turning the light on so she didn’t wake herself up too much, she walks back towards the bed. She stops, smiling at the sight in front of her now her eyes had adjusted to the very low lighting.

He had rolled onto his back since she’d moved from his embrace, the way he was shifting slightly enough to let her know he was awake but just. She walks over and climbs into the bed, the warmth of the comforter, of him, enveloping her.

She snuggles into his side, smiling as he wraps an arm around her his palm warm against her back through the thin material of his shirt.

He’s half asleep, dozing in a way she wants to memorise. She knows seeing him like this will become part of her day to day, something she will one day wonder how she ever lived without. But she wants to remember this, the first time. She traces her fingers gently across his jaw, her eyes trailing over the slope of his nose in the low light of his bedroom.

He looked younger like this, less troubled. The weight of the world was no longer on his shoulders how he was mostly asleep.

Her fingers trail up to his cheek, his stubble scratching at her skin, and then back down to his ear. She pauses as her fingers hit a slight dip, furrowing her eyebrows as she grabs it between her thumb and her index finger. She leverages herself up on his chest with her other hand, tugging at his ear in a way that instantly makes him wake up.

“Oh my god.”

“Emily, what are you doing?”

They speak simultaneously as he tries to bat her hand away, but she persists, reaching past him to turn on the lamp on his nightstand.

“Did you have your ear pierced?” She asks, ignoring the fact she’d woken him up, intrigue and amusement blooming in her chest in equal measure.

“Em-”

She looks closer and sees the tiny scar as she pulls her thumb away, “Oh my god you did. How have I never noticed this before?” She asks, her glee at her discovery enough to make a smile spread across his face despite his rude awakening. She looks at him, meeting his eyes. “Were you…secretly cool?”

Aaron sighs, reaching to grab her hand that still had hold of his earlobe, linking their fingers together before he brings them to his lips, kissing her knuckles.

“You’re not going to let me sleep until I explain are you?” He quips, his eyebrow raised at her, but the adoring look on his face enough to let her know that he wasn’t even slightly annoyed. She simply nods in response, her lower lip caught between her teeth in a failed attempt to reign in her smile. Aaron shakes his head at her and tugs her towards him, encouraging her to lay against him again, gathering her in his arms. “I got it in high school.”

“I have so many questions.”

“It really isn’t as scandalous as you’re imagining, Em,” he says, his hand trailing up and down her arm, “Haley did it one day after school.” Emily tilts her head up to look at him, something she refused to call love at this stage thrumming through her veins at the look on his face, “She said she thought it would suit me, and I was 16 and an idiot in love for the first time so…I let her do it.”

She laughs, covering her mouth with her hand to try and stop herself, “Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh,” she laughs again, despite her words, and smiles widely at him, “I just can’t imagine you with an earring…was it a diamond?”

He glares playfully at her, his fingers briefly digging into her ribs in retribution, “No. It was just one Haley had laying around,” he explains, shaking his head at his past self, “It got infected very quickly and I had to take it out.”

“Poor baby,” she replies, scrunching her nose up at him, “It’s sweet though, that you let her pierce your ear just because she said she thought it would look cool.”

He hums into the top of her head, kissing her unruly hair, “I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t mention my dead ex-wife when I’m in bed with you.”

She pulls back to look at him, her eyebrows furrowing as she cups his cheek, “No, don’t be sorry,” she says, her thumb gentle against his cheekbone, “I like hearing about her, about your life with her.”

He turns his head to kiss her palm, “You sure?”

“Positive,” she replies, pressing her lips to his, sighing into the kiss, “I assume there are no photos of you with the pierced ear?”

Aaron huffs out a laugh and shakes his head, “Sorry sweetheart, you’ll just have to use your imagination.”

She sighs jokingly as if she’s been massively inconvenienced, before leaning her head back onto his shoulder.

“I guess that will have to do,” she says, reaching out for his hand and linking their fingers, marvelling at how they fit together. If she believed in soulmates, which she didn’t, she’d think they were made for each other. “It’s a shame really,” she says, and he hums, reaching out and turning the lamp off.

“What’s a shame?”

“For a moment there, I thought maybe I was dating a bad boy, or a punk rocker or something,” she jokes, squealing in a way she would later deny if he brought it up when he tickles her. “I’ve dated enough bad boys though,” she admits kissing the skin above the neckline of his t-shirt, “So I’m glad that’s not the case.”

“Good,” he replies, kissing her temple, “Because there’s only room for one punk rocker in this relationship.”

She frowns in the darkness of his bedroom, wondering what on earth he was talking about, and then it clicks.

Her high school photo.

“Oh, I am going to kill, Penelope Garcia.”

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spacecowboyhotch · 2 years

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summary: a little saga where lifelong best friends fall in love at different paces.

pairing: fem!reader x aaron hotchner

content: no use of y/n, best friends to lovers, unrequited love, yearning, pining, mentions of death, angst, fluff, kissing, has a happy ending

an: as always this was born from something that was supposed to be much much shorter. in fact, it was just supposed to be a blurb of hotch calling reader pretty and here we are <3

series word count: 5.4k

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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camboy hotch with camboy reader almost getting discovered while filming a vid during a case in a hotel room 😈😈

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

If the camera’s microphone hadn’t picked up on the tentative knocking at the door, it had definitely picked up on Hotch’s overly agitated response.

“Hotch? It’s Reid.” as if either of you could have mistaken the timid man’s voice for someone else’s when you heard it 24/7.

“What?” You knew that in any other scenario, Aaron would have been nothing but politely concerned if someone were to knock on his door at one in the morning, but now, while he had one arm wrapped around your stomach as the other flexed, his hand yanking you upright by your hair, he was a bit short-tempered.

You were grateful for the polo shirt he’d stuffed in your mouth prior to turning on the camera, muffling your pathetically desperate whines for him.”

“Um, I’m sorry to bother you! I was wondering if you had any extra pillows?” You cringed at the bewilderment in Spencer’s voice, wishing you could absolve the man’s guilt for doing absolutely nothing wrong. But that would mean admitting to your teammate that your boss was fucking you stupid on camera in his hotel room while yours was left dark and empty only three doors down. You would not be admitting that any time soon.

“Fuck’s sake.” At least that was muttered, so that Spencer didn’t hear it. Hotch reluctantly pulled out of you, your body reacting involuntarily and your hips chasing his. He landed a soft, reprimanding pinch on the pliant globe of your ass, hauling you up off of the bed by the waist, his arm still wrapped around your middle. He brought you to the door with him, grabbing a pillow from the bed once he set you down against the wall. He haphazardly tugged on his discarded flannel pajama pants, not bothering to yank a shirt over his sweaty, glistening chest.

He opened the door, your position making it so that you cowered behind it, praying that Spencer wouldn’t see your feet under the slab of wood that Hotch had swung open.

“Here.” Hotch shoved the pillow into Spencer’s unassuming grip, not stopping to watch the young doctor fumble with it, “Sleep well.”

Spencer had no time to react to the rather startling scene, and thankfully, definitely had no time to catch your shadow behind the door. You kept your breathing hushed, your hand cupped over your mouth as slick dripped lewdly down your thighs.

Hotch shut the door abruptly, the sound rattling the frame slightly. He wasted no time lifting you up again, grabbing you around the hips and hauling you up into his arms.

“Such a patient little thing for me, aren’t you?” He murmured appreciatively, not even bothering to set you back on the bed, rather, holding your back against the dresser as he slipped his cock into you once more, the camera’s recording light still flashing, “Greedy boy, but at least you know not to cause trouble.”

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Everything Will Be Alright - Aaron Hotchner

word count: 1012

summary: it’s obvious to hotch how down you’ve been feeling lately, he takes it upon himself to make sure you feel better

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

authors note: a little sad in places but ends happily. fluff. i’m only just getting back into writing so my apologies if there are any mistakes at all. also, maybe drop some ideas of what sort of plot/storyline you’d like to see next! 💕

"Wheels up in thirty."

Within thirty minutes the team were on the jet. Everyone else was sat together, but you were sat off to the side, at the back of the jet alone. You'd been having trouble sleeping recently; you were plagued by nightmares of a past case and, luckily, no one had picked up on them.. yet.

"Are you alright?" Hotch asked, walking over to you, sitting down as he eyed you carefully.

You pull your gaze away from the jet's window and turn to face him, offering him your best forced smile. "Hmm?.. oh yeah.. I'm fine." Hotch stared at your face. You looked so pale, eyes heavy and your smile was clearly forced. It was stupid to try and hide anything from Hotch - he knew everything. "You're not alright." He moved from where he was sat opposite you to directly next to you, looking down at you, his eyes softening further.

"You don't need to worry, I'm fine." You shrug. Hotch stared at you for a little while, he had a look of curiosity in his eyes with a touch of concern, wondering is he should continue with his questioning to get you to open up to him, or if he should change the subject entirely and leave it alone. "You haven't been sleeping well, have you?" He finally decides to speak up after a moment of internal conflict.

"I've not had a great sleep pattern but it could be worse." You answer quietly with a small shrug.

Hotch moved his body slightly closer to yours, wanting you to know that he was there for you if you needed him. "What is keeping you up at night?" He asked, the concern becoming more prominent as he spoke, his eyes locked onto yours.

"I guess I just-" you sigh, "I guess I just don't feel good enough.. I never have done really." Hotch stayed silent for a second, taking a moment to consider what you had said. He could tell you had been carrying this burden; this feeling; for quite some time.

He put his his hand softly on your knee, squeezing it gently as a form of comfort. "Hey.." he stared into your eyes again, with a hint of sadness but comfort in them. He didn't want a world where you didn't think you were good enough. You were more than good enough. "Look at me- really look at me."

Your eyes flicked up to lock with his revealing your unshed tears as you took note of the concern written on his features. Hotch noticed that your eyes had teared up, and he moved his hand up to your face, slowly wiping the tears from your eyes with his thumb. "It's okay.."

He looked at you, he had the same soft, comforting look on his face just like before. "You're good enough to me." He moved his hand to underneath your chin, keeping your gaze locked on his. Your lip trembled a little as the conviction of his words hit you - you were good enough in his eyes, that's all you needed to hear. "Thank you.." your voice failed you as you thanked him, your words coming out in an almost whisper. He saw your bottom lip trembled slightly, and he decided to ease the comfort into his words, and gently pulled you close to him. He held you close, resting his cheek on the top of your head. He then whispered again, so you could barely hear, but you heard clearly all the same. "You're more than good enough in my eyes." He kissed the top of your head, squeezing your hand, before letting go. He looked at you one more time, but then he sighed. "You should try and sleep on the jet."

"What if I don't want to?" You challenge, mumbling into his chest.

Hotch laughed slightly and sighed. He was trying to hide the blush that rose to his cheeks, trying to bite back a wide smile. All he really wanted to do was hold you close to him, which he decided to do anyway, without hesitation. He moved his arm around your shoulders, pulling you slightly closer to him and holding you close. "Sleep on my chest then?" He asks, smirking as he said it.

You smile and decide to tease him. "How could I resist?" He chuckles as you tease him back, wrapping his arms fully around you. He squeezed you gently, but not too hard. He pulled you close so your body was fully leaning against him, your head firmly resting on his chest. He sighed, tilting his head down so he could see your face and so you would meet his gaze. When your eyes locked onto each others, he decided to whisper once more. "Sleep."

You scrunch your nose, you weren't making this easy for him. "But what if I want to stay up and talk with you?"

"I want you to sleep..." he sighed, but was finding it difficult to hide his smile. You were really making his heart beat quicker. "Please.." he looked at you, still with the same soft, comforting look in his eyes, as he asked.

You sigh. "Fine.." you shift until you're firmly resting against him, being overcome by the warmth his body was emanating.. "I love you.." you mumbled sleepily, not realising what you were saying as you fell asleep on his chest.

Hotch froze for a moment, he was surprised at what you'd just confessed, but he was happy at what you had said. He had to hold back his laugh at how cute you looked. When he realised you were asleep, his features softened further. He moved your hair out of your eyes and shifted a little so your face was resting against his chest comfortably as he gently stroked your cheek.

"I love you too.." He whispered, mostly to himself, still stroking your cheek, but you didn't notice, as you were already fast asleep laying against him.

But one thing was for certain, everything would be okay.. because you had Hotch.

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Alone Again

Fem!Reader x Hotch | When Aaron unintentionally interrupts your alone time, it sparks a new desire in him.

Warnings: 🥵 Smut (Soft!Dom!Hotch, fem!masturbation, cockwarming, praise kink, slight exhibitionist kink) and a few swears!

Word Count: 3583

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I wrote this pretty fast and only checked for mistakes once so I apologize in advance for any typos 😅

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It had been ten days. Ten days since you’d seen him. Ten days since you’d kissed him, and felt his arms around you. The cases that took him so far away from you never got any easier. But you always made a point of talking to each other every day, even if it was only for a short 30 seconds so he could tell you he was safe.

The day started as they usually did, as you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing next to your head. You didn’t make a habit of sleeping with your phone so close to you, but when he was away, you couldn’t help it. Sliding your thumb across the screen, you answered through a sleepy voice, “Aaron?”

“Hi sweetheart,” he laughed softly, “I’m sorry did I wake you?”

“No, no it’s okay, I’m up.”

He could tell you were lying, the grogginess in your voice giving you away. “Shit, I’m sorry, it’s Saturday. I should have let you sleep in. I always lose track of what day it is on these long cases.”

Your chest ached at his words, it had been too long, and you desperately wanted him to come home. “I miss you so much.”

There was a pause, and you heard him breathe deep. You were certain it was because he missed you too, which was absolutely true, but you’d come to find out soon enough there was another cause for his hesitation. They had just wrapped up the case, and in a few short hours you would be in his arms again, but he wanted it to be a surprise. “I miss you too, my girl.”

Another pause on the phone, this time it was you who hesitated. “Everyone is good? Everyone is safe?”

His chest swelled at your concern for not only him, but for the rest of the team. Your massive heart was the reason he’d fallen for you in the first place. “Yes, everyone is fine.”

You nodded your head, aware that he couldn’t see it, but in an attempt to comfort yourself. “Good. That’s good.” You knew there was no point in asking him when he’d be coming home, these things were unpredictable, so you simply asked of him what you always did, “come home to me in one piece, you hear me?”

You could hear him smile through the phone, “always.”

“I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

“Talk again tomorrow?”

Another pause. “In person,” he thought to himself, but answered, “you know it.”

No more words were needed, as the line was silent for a couple seconds, both of you simply listening to the other’s breathing, before he finally hung up.

Setting your phone on the bedside table, you rubbed your eyes before opening them slowly and staring up at the ceiling. A deep sigh escaped your lips before you finally pulled back the covers and got out of bed.

Time passed slowly, as anything you tried to do to distract your mind from how much you missed him was unsuccessful. You’d watched short bursts of about six different movies, constantly flipping between channels, unable to get your mind to focus on any one alone.

The longer you sat there, faced with the knowledge of spending another night alone, the more you kept replaying the phone conversation over and over in your mind. Something about talking to him this morning made you miss him even more than usual, and you couldn’t shake that lonely feeling.

It didn’t take long for your mind to wander elsewhere, to other means of distraction. The perfect distraction from thinking about Aaron being gone, was thinking about the times Aaron was home; the times when he was close to you, touching you, and inside you.

As you changed the channel on the television one last time, you crossed one knee over the other. The slight relief this provided to the aching between your legs made it impossible for your to ignore any longer.

Finally turning the TV off for good, you closed your eyes and imagined Aaron on his knees in front of you. Sitting right in this very spot in the living room, where many times before he’d devoured you like you were his last meal, made it very easy for memories and sensations to come rushing back.

The slight rocking of your hips, and shaking of your foot just wasn’t going to cut it; you needed more, and you wanted room to get comfortable. Eagerly standing from the couch, you made your way towards your bedroom. Once inside, you tore off your pyjamas that you’d been wearing all day, and tossed them on the floor.

Climbing into the middle of the bed, you allowed yourself to lay back and spread yours legs. Just as you’d thought about the times you’d spent together in the living room, your mind now focused on the times he’d had you pinned to the mattress, endless pleasure washing over you.

Trailing your hands down your body, your hand soon made contact with your swollen bud, and the moan that escaped your lips filling the room. Not to your surprise, you were already soaking wet, as you trailed your fingers through your folds. The ease with which your fingers now moved across your core was euphoric, and it didn’t take long until you were imagining his lips all over you.

As the circles you were rubbing became tighter and faster, your climax approaching, you were completely unaware of the outside world. All your mind was able to focus on was the building pressure between your legs. That fact, coupled with how intentionally quiet he was trying to be when opening the door, made Aaron’s presence unknown to you.

Gently setting his bags on the couch, being careful not to let his keys make a sound, he smiled to himself knowing his surprise might actually work. It was at that moment that another moan escaped your lips, one so clear it made it’s way down the hallway. As Aaron’s ears perked up, he stood still, wondering if he’d just heard what he thought he had.

Sure enough, another deep moan made its way from your lips to his ears, followed by a breathless, “ohh.. Aaron..”

The smile on his face grew even wider; he couldn’t deny how it felt, knowing that even when you were all by yourself, he was still able to make you feel this good.

Taking extra care in his gentle footsteps across the floor, in no time he was standing just outside the bedroom door. He’d had you right there before, teetering on the edge of eagerness and pure bliss, so when another soft moan filled the air, he knew by the desperation in your voice that you were close.

Although he’d already heard too much, he didn’t want to cross too many boundaries; hearing you like this was different than seeing you like this. He wasn’t naive, he knew you still had a relationship with your own body, outside of your relationship with him. You were still more than entitled to your alone time, especially when he’d been gone for so long.

So he waited, not so patiently now with his hard length straining against his pants, for you to finish.

That would come sooner rather than later, with one final whimper of his name, you crested the wave and felt the bliss you’d been chasing rush through your veins.

Giving you a few seconds to regain composure, he took one final step forward and gently leaned against the wooden doorframe. As he gazed at you from the doorway, seeing you so exposed like this, sparked something new in his mind. He’d been inside you countless times before, and could get himself off simply by thinking about how it felt as one of your orgasm squeezed the life out of him. But he wanted to try something different, and he was hoping you would be eager to as well.

Just as you pulled your hand away from your core, your breathing still laboured, you were brought out of your trance by the sound of a familiar voice. He spoke gently in an attempt to not startle you, “you missed me that much, huh sweetheart?”

Your eyes flew open, and you sat up with a jolt, the fog in your brain gone in an instant. Glancing across the room, you gasped as your eyes took in the sight in front of you. He stood there, full suit in tact, hair slightly tousled, no doubt from a quick nap on the long flight home. He looked absolutely divine. You would have thought so regardless, but especially now, after having just made yourself cum while thinking about him.

Before you could form any words, you were slipping your legs off the side of the bed and playfully bounding towards him. With his arms outstretched to you, you wrapped your arms around his waist and he pulled you into his chest. Neither of you cared that he was fully clothed and you were not, simply being able to hold one another again was all you cared about.

You clenched your fists, gripping the fabric of his suit jacket and pulling him impossibly close. Breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne, you felt him place a tender kiss to the top of your head. One of his hands was combing through your hair gently, and the other was resting on the small of your back, pulling your body against his.

Finally answering his question, you whispered against his chest, “yes. Yes I did miss you that much.”

A comforting laugh rumbled in his chest as you squeezed him even tighter. It didn’t take long for you to clue into the fact that he must have heard you calling out his name, but you didn’t care, because it clearly had a desirable affect on him. You could tell he was ready for you, his length pressing into your hip, so you teased right back, “looks like you missed me a little bit, too.” Bringing one of your hands to the front of his body, you gently caressed him through his pants, revelling in the hiss that escaped his lips.

“Just a little bit..” he confessed.

Finally tilting your head back to look into his eyes, he smiled down at you, until he was unable to hold back any longer. Learning forward, his hand that was on the back of your head tugged on your hair gently, and he connected his lips to yours passionately.

You quickly began removing articles of his clothing as he trailed kisses along your jaw, and down your neck. Mumbling against your warm skin, he asked, “think you have a few more in you?”

You stopped where you were, his chest now bare to you as you tugged on his belt. Placing tender kisses across his chest from one shoulder to the other, you stated, “for you? Always..” before picking up right where you left off.

The urgency in your movements was evident, with both of you now completely undressed, the feeling of skin on skin soothing both of your lonely and aching minds.

As he laid you back on the bed, you admitted, “I’m already so wet..” implying you didn’t need him to go down on you like he always did. You missed him, and you just wanted him inside you again. “Please Aaron, I just want you to fuck me.”

He let out a deep moan at your admission, his bare length making contact with your core. Pulling back slightly, his eyes darkened, and you felt heat rush to your face. You knew that look. You’d seen it many times before. He was going to fuck you. But not until he got what he wanted. And whatever it was, you were eager to give it to him.

He stood from the bed, and you watched intently as he pulled open the top drawer of the bedside table and grabbed a condom. In no time at all, he had it rolled down his length and was back between your legs. His voice was deep and commanding, “Don’t worry my sweet girl, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore, but I want you to do something for me first.”

Nodding your head, you anxiously listened for what it was he wanted you to do.

“I want to hear you say it.”

Your voice was shaky as you spoke, “I’ll do whatever you want, Sir. I’ll be a good girl.”

The look on his face at your words made your walls clench around nothing. Before you knew what hit you, he was running his length through your folds and pushing himself inside you. The feeling knocked the breath right out of your chest, and you let out a short gasp. Giving his hips one final thrust forward, he collapsed on top of you and moaned against your neck.

He kept his hips still as he trailed kisses along your neck, before capturing your lips with his passionately once more. Pulling back, he gazed into your eyes and you could see the contemplation on his face; he knew what he wanted, and he hoped you would be comfortable giving it to him.

You both trusted each other completely, it’s why you worked so well together. You both knew there was no judgement between you no matter what, but you were still gentle, and honest, and respectful when it came to trying something new.

Lifting his body weight off of yours, he leaned back on his heels, all while his hands kept a firm grasp on your hips, holding you in place. With his length still buried deep inside you, your legs draped over his thighs, you were completely exposed to him as he glanced down at where your bodies met.

You couldn’t help the heat that rose in your cheeks as you watched him take in the sight. You were unable to pull your eyes away from him, trying desperately to read every micro-expression on his face and figure out what he was thinking. You would soon find out, and you would not be disappointed.

You felt his hand spread out against the inside of your thigh, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against the soft skin. His eyes trailed along your body, across your breasts, before your eyes met.

“I didn’t watch.. earlier, when I got home.. I could hear you, but I didn’t watch.”

Mild disappointment clouded your mind; though you adored the gentleman he was, not wanting to intrude on your personal time, you almost wished he had peeked. You had nothing to hide when it came to him.

“But I wanted to.”

His admission made the knots in your stomach tighten. “Me too,” you thought to yourself, but you stayed silent, knowing you were finally going to find out what he wanted from you.

“And I still do.”

Blinking slowly a couple times, you tried to interpret what he meant, and as it finally clicked in your mind, he spoke once more.

“I want you to touch yourself.”

Your mouth dropped open at his words, as you started breathing heavier.

“I want you to make yourself cum while I’m inside you.”

You exhaled deep, your mouth already dry with anticipation. “Oh fuck,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, “okay.. yes..” you stumbled over your words, “yes, Sir.”

His lips curled upwards into a smile that set your entire body on fire. If you weren’t already soaking for him, the desire in his eyes would have made you wet in an instant.

“Good girl,” he cooed, his thumb still rubbing those same circles against the inside of your thigh.

The level of comfort you felt with him had you acting on his request immediately. In a moment where your instincts might normally be to cover up, to shy away, he had you blossoming and eager to show off.

His eyes followed the trail of your fingertips, along both of your breasts, down your stomach, and between your legs. You started by resting one hand on top of his that was still rubbing gentle circles along the inside of your thigh.

You knew how much he loved the feeling of your nails on his skin, so you used your other hand to gently run your nails down his stomach. The muscles in his abdomen tensed and his eyes flickered shut momentarily as a low moan graced his lips. You smirked to yourself, knowing that even when he was the one in charge, you still had that kind of an affect on him.

Once your hand trailed all the way down, you let your fingers caress the base of his cock, as it lead straight into your heat. The countless times you’d been together, you’d never felt this before, the direct connection of your bodies with your fingertips. It was new and exhilarating for both of you, so you took a second to simply enjoy how full you felt, even from the outside.

“You’re teasing,” his voice was strained as he spoke through gritted teeth. Looking up at him, you blinked not-so-innocently, causing him to swallow hard. “Go on, be a good girl, I want to watch you make yourself cum.”

His words made your hips move involuntarily, and that slight taste of movement had you whimpering in no time. Now with both hands on your hips, his grip tightened, fingers digging into your soft flesh. He was trying to hold you still as much as himself; it was taking everything in him not to pound you into the mattress right then and there.

The look he gave you made heat pool between your legs, and your body reacted before your mind had a chance to catch up. With your fingers now directly on your clit, the feeling was euphoric. You didn’t know if you’d ever be able to describe it.

He’d made you lose control around him so many times before, but one of you was always moving. The stillness of your hips now, combined with the familiar stretch of him deep within you, and the furious circles you were rubbing against your body, had you coming undone in no time.

“Mmm.. fuck..” he groaned, “I can feel you, sweetheart. Fuck..” he was nearly breathless himself, “your pretty little pussy is squeezing me so tight.”

The soft whimpers that escaped your lips was music to his ears, “I’m close.. Aaron..” the break in your submissive exterior causing him to shiver at his own name, “Sir.. I’m going to cum..”

The faster your fingers moved, the closer that edge became.

“Such a good girl. Go on. Cum on my cock pretty girl.”

Before you knew it, pure bliss was consuming your mind.

“Yeah.. there you go.. fuuuuck you feel so good.”

With his strong hands holding your hips still, your back arched off the bed, your fingers still connected to your core. You were right on the verge of over-stimulation, but not wanting the pleasure to end. With a couple final swipes of your fingertips across your swollen clit, your body shuddered and you pulled away.

A deep exhale relaxed your entire body, as your sleepy eyes slowly opened. You were greeted with the beautiful sight of Aaron’s eyes raking across your entire body, before settling between your legs once more. “Damn sweetheart, that was so sexy.”

You smiled bashfully, as your eyes slipped closed once more. You’d hardly had a chance to get your breath back, before he was knocking it out of you once again. The sudden movement of his hips against yours, and the long drag of his length out of you, was swiftly followed by his body weight on top of yours and his length slamming back into you.

“OH FUCK!” You couldn’t help the scream that escaped your lips, as his pelvis continually brushed across your still sensitive clit. With every thrust, you felt every nerve ending in your body explode.

He kept true to his promise of fucking you until you couldn’t walk. You’d lost count of just how many times he made you cum. As the 6th? 7th? orgasm of the night washed over you, he abruptly snapped his hips into you one last time, as he spilled his release inside the condom.

Your nails dug into his skin, no doubt leaving marks up and down his back. With both of your breathing heavy against each other’s necks, you let out a faint but content laugh. “That.. holy shit..” you spoke between deep breaths, “that.. was incredible.”

His laugh matched yours, airy and weak, but blissful, “I think..” a couple deep breaths, “we need to do that more often.”

A blush crept onto your face as he lifted his head to look you in the eyes, “you like watching me, hey?”

He nodded profusely, your soft Aaron was back once more as a love-sick smile crossed his face, “can you blame me?”

Shaking your head lovingly, you placed your hand on the back of his head and pulled his lips to yours. After sharing a breathless yet passionate kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, and you confessed, “I liked it too..” you laughed again, “I mean, I really liked it..”

A cheeky grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, “yeah?”

All you could do was nod in agreement, as his lips captured yours once more.

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cerisereids · 13 days

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𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻:

criminal minds: aaron hotchner, spencer reid, derek morgan, emily prentiss, luke alvez

stranger things: eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley, nancy wheeler

𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗱

some bunny special- dad!spencer x fem!reader

please don’t have somebody waiting on you- s1!spencer x bau!reader

i had the best day with you, today- young!dad!spencer x mom!reader- coming soon!

my heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue- fiancé!spencer x fiancé!reader- coming soon!

you put me on and said i was your favorite- spencer reid x fem!reader- coming soon!

i got some color back, she thinks so too- post prison!reid x bau!reader- coming soon!

blurbs found under the tag- belle’s blurbs s.r.

𝗮𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗻𝗲𝗿

on the way home, i wrote a poem- coming soon!

oh no, i’m falling in love- coming soon!

blurbs found under the tag- belle’s blurbs a.h.

𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻

blurbs found under the tag- belle’s blurbs s.h.

𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻

the boy is mine- eddie munson x fem!reader

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andreafmn · 3 months

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Running in Circles | Chapter 10

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: mentions of death, religious trauma

Summary: (Y/N) Rossi is following in her father’s footsteps by joining the BAU team as a profiler. The girl genius knew almost everything but she could have never predicted falling for Aaron Hotchner, her boss, and her father’s friend. in their world mutual feelings are not enough to push them together. Will all the adversities and obstacles they face pull them together or push them apart forever?

A/N: a few days behind is better than a whole year 🫣 anywho very sentimental chapter ahead

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Winter had come at full force that December, and maybe that was the first sign of all that was to come. But for (Y/N), it only signified the anniversary of her mother’s death.

Just like she had done every year before, she had taken that day off, knowing her mind would be elsewhere, and her body would want to be there. Even if it fell on a weekend, she had to be sure that no calls would disturb the day. The monsters could wait one more day.

She looked herself over in the mirror. The turtleneck she had chosen felt particularly choking, her pants hung too low for comfort, and her mother’s necklace stood out too brightly against the dark clothing. Nothing was right. Nothing would ever be right. She pushed her hair behind her shoulders and sighed. That was as good as it would ever get.

She slipped her coat on before she left her house, and she wondered what her mother would have thought of her home. Would she have wanted her closer to the family home? Would she have liked the décor? Would she have poked fun at how messy the house could sometimes get, or would she not have cared at all? Those were answers she would never get. At least not from the one person that mattered the most.

Her father’s car was waiting outside for her, his face wearing a similar solemn look to the one she had. It was the same routine every year. He’d come to pick her up, they’d go to the cemetery, and when David would tell stories of Iris, she would listen. Because she had none to share of her own. She had no memories, no stories, nothing to know of her mother that was her own.

“Hey, dad,” she said as she jumped into the SUV. “It’s a cold one today.”

“It really is,” he chuckled softly “I brought you some coffee and a butter croissant. Something tells me you didn’t eat breakfast today.”

“You know me too well, dad,” she snickered, taking the warm cup between her hands to heat her freezing hands. “Did you eat already?”

“Had myself a bowl of oatmeal with berries and bananas like your mom used to like,” he replied. “Washed it all down with some coffee and came here.”

“That’s good,” she croaked, forcing a smile. “Were you able to get the flowers? My local shop was closed when I went by yesterday.”

“Yeah. I’ve got the bouquet back there,” he smiled. “Peonies, irises, roses, lilies, and baby’s breath. All the ones she liked.”

Every time her father said things like that, her heart broke just a little more. He didn’t know it. She would never say it. But the fact that he had lived a life with her mother when she didn’t even know what she sounded like hurt. It pained her to miss a person she never had a chance to remember.

“Do you know it was your mom that would call you little bird?”

“Did she?”

“She said you were always jumping around and fleeting from flower to flower when you were outside, just like a hummingbird would. That’s why she got that necklace made for you,” David chuckled at the memory. “Even when you were just a little baby, you always seemed to calm when you were with her in the garden.”

“Well, her garden has to be the best one in all of Virginia. Even to this day.”

“You have Emile to thank for that,” he laughed. “If it had been up to me, it would have died so many years ago.”

“And I guess I inherited your lack of a green thumb.”

“That you did, little birdie,” he said. “But you did inherit her good taste. For your third birthday, the last one with your mother –may God have her in his glory—you insisted on having a garden fairy party. Iris asked you what flowers you wanted everywhere, and you said peonies. Well, at the time, you called them peenies.”

“I… I don’t remember that,” she stammered. “I wish I did.”

“That’s okay, little bird. We have the pictures, and I’m sure there’s a VHS somewhere with the video. Just have to check in storage, which might take a bit more than it should.”

“It wouldn’t if you let me organize it, dad. I’ve told you many times that you need to set up a system so things don’t get lost in all the junk you still have from the olden days.”

“Hey! You learned a lot from those olden days,” he pouted. “Those olden days paid for everything we have.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not disorganized.”

By the time they had reached the cemetery, they were a mix of laughter and sadness, coupled with the most beautiful bouquet they’d brought to date. There was a thin blanket of snow covering the ground, a cold breeze whistling through the air. It was a horrible day to be out, but they wouldn’t miss it for the world.

(Y/N) was expecting the bad weather. And although her coat did nothing to warm her against the wind, she hugged it closer to her body. What she was not expecting was to find Hotchner and Jack waiting on a bench right in front of her mother’s grave.

“Aaron,” David called out with a smile that alerted the father and son to their presence. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Once they were near enough, Jack took off on a soft run toward the woman. “(Y/N)!” he called as he reached to hug her. “You said we could come, remember?”

“Of course I do, buddy,” she smiled softly. “I’m happy to see you.”

“This is your mom, right?” The boy led her to her mother’s tombstone by the hand. “Iris Jensen.”

“That’s right,” she said. (Y/N) knelt down and ran her hand across the picture of her mother, tears already building in her eyes. “This is my mom.”

“She’s very pretty.”

“She is, isn’t she?” (Y/N) chuckled as her body betrayed her. Tears fell down her eyes before she could stop them, warming her skin before turning freezing under the weather. Jack quickly reached into his jacket, pulled out a blue handkerchief, and handed it to her. “Thanks, kid.”

“Jack, why don’t you join me on the bench, and I can tell you about her?” David said. “I’ve got some great stories.”

“Is that okay, (Y/N)?”

“Of course, Jack,” she smiled. “Go ahead.”

As the kid ran to her father, Hotchner wrapped his arms around her. Normally, she would have grown flustered at the interaction, but at that moment, she needed the comfort. “You okay?” he asked quietly. “This must be so hard.”

“I don’t know why I’m like this,” she muttered. “It’s been years already. I barely even knew her.”

“She was still your mom, (Y/N). It’s only natural that you feel this way.”

“I don’t even remember what she sounds like,” the woman sniffled. “I don’t even know what kind of mom she would have been growing up.”

“I… I’m sorry, (Y/N). I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay,” she smiled softly as she let him go. She got on her knees and started cleaning the tombstone, removing all specs of snow regardless of how futile it may have been. “There’s not much to say.”

“All I know is that I wish I had met her.”

“Yeah,” she chuckled. “Me too.”

Aaron left her by herself then, allowing her the space to tell her mother about the year that had passed. She told her about her cases, told her about her friends, and even told her about her ever-growing feelings for an unmentionable person. But, most of all, she told her about how much she missed her.

But it didn’t go over her head how she missed someone that much without really knowing who they were. She carried inside an emptiness that wasn’t easily filled, and as hard as her father tried, never would be. And David tried, in his own way. He had his own grief to carry, and she knew that. She knew he hurt and wished Iris was still with them. But he’d found solace in the time he had shared with her while (Y/N) yearned for even just a second more with her mom.

“I wish you were here, mom,” she cried as she stood. “I see videos of you, and I can’t tell if that’s what you really sounded like or if your voice is too distorted by the camera. I wish you’d had more time, mom.”

“You and me both, little birdie,” her father said as he joined her. “But she’s in God’s glory now.”

(Y/N)’s blood boiled at that moment. She had never been religious, much to her father’s dismay. More than just the deity not fitting into her scientific mind, she couldn’t believe in a god like her father did. Normally, she didn’t mind his religious interjections. They were a part of who he was, and she didn’t want to belittle his beliefs. But that day, something inside her couldn’t stand it. Much less when he started to mutter a prayer.

“I’ve asked you to please not pray aloud when we’re here, dad. Do you mind?”

“Honey…”

“No, dad. I really don’t want to listen to you talk about your god or ask to have mom in his infinite mercy. I don’t wanna hear about it!” Her tone came out harsher than she intended, but she couldn’t contain herself. Years and years of bottling up her feelings had her at her limit, and it was that moment that they had chosen to spill over. “Just, keep it in your head.”

“I don’t understand, (Y/N). You never minded before,” David muttered. “There was a time you used to believe in God. You even used to ask me to pray with you.”

“Jesus, dad, I did that for you.” As she exclaimed Hotch told Jack to wait for him in the car, that (Y/N) needed a moment to herself. Hesitantly, the boy followed his father’s instructions and walked the short trail to the van. All he could understand was that (Y/N) was upset. Once Jack was gone, she continued. “How could I ever believe in a god that took my mother away before I could even remember what my name sounded in her voice? I only went along with it because it seemed to make you happy, but I can’t anymore. I can’t listen to another word of how your god is merciful and how it was all his plan. He took my mother from me. How could I believe in a god that would take a mother from a child? All the memories I have of her are from behind a screen or moments lived by other people. I don’t remember anything about her that’s mine only, dad. You always tell me how you would love to have a second chance with my mom, and I didn’t even get one.”

(Y/N) crumbled to the ground once more and suddenly felt arms around her. Instantly, she knew who it was and found herself sinking into Hotch’s embrace. He tried his best to calm her, telling her that everything would be okay and that she wasn’t alone. She was normally the strong one. She was always the one who kept it all inside and helped others. But too many years of that had her shattered on the ground of the cemetery.

It took a few minutes for her sobs to finally subside, Hotch’s soothing circles on her arms working overtime to calm her down. They had ended up sitting on the cold ground, the snow slowly making its way through their clothes, but neither seemed to care. All that mattered was the comfort and the presence. Nothing else.

“You okay?” Hotch whispered as she finally seemed to calm. “Feeling better?”

“I don’t even know,” she chuckled weakly. “Your pants are dirty now. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I have a washer,” he joked. “But how are you feeling? I know this must be a very overwhelming situation.”

“I don’t know what I’m feeling, honestly,” she sighed, sinking into the warmth of Hotchner. “It’s the first time I’ve ever blown up like that toward my dad, and I don’t know why I did. It’s been over twenty years that we’ve been coming here, and I’ve never acted like this.”

“I think it’s safe to assume you’ve been bottling up all these feelings for all that time. They were bound to come out one day or another.”

“Don’t profile me, Hotch,” she pouted. “But you’re right. I mean, he lost the woman he loved, and even though I lost my mom, I felt bad for him because he’s the one who had all the memories with her. I never wanted him to feel bad or guilty for the fact that I had to grow up without her. Still, every time he says something like her death was god’s plan or that he has her in her mercy, it just sets me off.”

“Have you ever thought that religion is the way that he copes with her death? Maybe thinking that she is in heaven or that it was her time is his way to come to terms with the fact that she is gone.”

“I guess a part of me does understand that. But there’s a side that doesn’t want to,” she sighed. “But I guess I have to apologize for the tantrum.”

“Your feelings are valid, (Y/N). It’s just the way you express them that could be hurtful to others. But your dad’s a big boy,” he chuckled softly. “He’s at the car with Jack. You ready to go over there?”

“As ready as I can be.”

Hotchner got up first, waiting with his hand extended until she needed it. And with another glance at the tombstone, she took the hand and stood up as well. The man walked beside her the entire time, his presence alone was enough to keep her grounded. As much as she wanted to break down and fall apart, she needed to keep it together.

“And she could spend days in her studio just painting, forgetting that hours passed. She would just lose herself painting and painting,” her father smiled as he talked to Jack. “She would have been there the entire day if I had let her.”

“Do you have any of her paintings still?”

“Of course! All over the house,” he chuckled. “Would you like to see them, Jack?”

“Yes! Can we, dad?” Jack asked as he noticed his father’s approaching figure. “I wanna see the paintings.”

“If it’s alright with Dave, then it’s alright with me.”

“Of course!” the man exclaimed. “The more the merrier. We’ll see you there.”

David and (Y/N) walked to the car in silence. Not saying a single word until they were inside. “I’m sorry, dad,” she finally muttered. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like I did. You don’t deserve that.”

“I’d say it was long overdue, kid,” he smiled softly. “You like to keep the peace and keep everything in. I’m surprised it hasn’t happened before. You have nothing to apologize for, little bird.”

“But I do, dad. I shouldn’t have yelled at you regardless.”

“Your mother used to say that yelling is the way the soul speaks,” he said. “When you can no longer keep anything in, it comes out fast and unmeasured. Words come out with thorns and spikes. And much like a flower, they don’t mean to hurt you, but it is in their nature to protect themselves. It’s okay to let it out once in a while. Doesn’t matter how it hurts. If my beliefs hurt you, mia bella, all you have to do is tell me. I will try my best to keep it to a minimum.”

“And I will try to talk about how I’m feeling instead of yelling it,” she smiled, taking her father’s hand in hers. “I love you, dad. And I’m still sorry.”

“I love you too, little bird,” he beamed. “And you can make it up to me by helping with dessert tonight. We’re making your mom’s favorite.”

“Tiramisu,” they chorused.

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Fic Recs

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Clingy

Fell in Love

Copycat Part 2

The Receptionist

Aaron Hotchner

Pure Intentions

Like Dad Does

Something Exhilarating

Peacemaker

Adrian Chase

Slumber Party

5 Times Vigilante Definitely Does Not Have Feelings (and the One Time He Does)

Home Is Wherever You Are

Marvel

Peter Parker

Shy Shy Shy

A Film by Peter Parker

Marauders

James Potter

The Pretty Mechanic

Runaway

Cuddles and Confessions

5 people james didn't mean to kiss (and one he did)

Shy Beginnings

Three Confessions

Chaser at Heart

Invisible String

Sirius Black

Attention

His Favourite Neighbour

Dote on Me

Smart Cookie

z to a

Remus Lupin

Flu

Heavy Handed

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ssavanessa22 · 1 year

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could u do a blub with female or gen reader x spencer reid where reader planned a surprise for spencer for valentine’s day and he got called out on a case before he could come home a see it? preferably very angsty w whatever ending you’d like!

A/N: now normally I’m not an angst girl but since you asked so nicely I had to see what I could cook up 😙 I hope I did your prompt Justice!!

Valentines take 2

Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Spencer Reid had been looking forward to Valentine's Day for weeks. Y/N had hinted at a surprise that she had planned, and he was eager to see what it was. However, as luck would have it, a case came up at the last minute and he was called to help. Hours had passed, and he was still at the BAU, trying to catch the unsub.

As the day turned into night, Spencer realised that he wasn't going to make it home in time to see Y/N’s surprise. He tried to call her, but she didn't answer, and he knew that he had missed his chance.

When he finally arrived home, he found Y/n sitting in the living room, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Where were you, Spencer?" she asked, her voice tense.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Spencer said, his heart sinking. "I was working on a case and I couldn't leave. I didn't mean to miss your surprise."

"It doesn't matter now, does it?" Y/N said, her voice rising. "You missed it. You missed everything."

Spencer felt a pang of guilt in his chest. He knew he had let Y/N down, and he didn't know how to make it right.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he said again. "I'll make it up to you. I promise."

"How?" Y/N asked, her eyes narrowing. "You can't just make up for it, Spencer. You missed something that was important to me."

Spencer sighed, feeling the weight of her disappointment. "I know, Y/N," he said. "And I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. Let's talk about what we can do to make things right."

They sat down at the kitchen table, their tension palpable. Y/N explained how much effort she had put into the surprise, and how hurt she was when Spencer didn't show up. Spencer apologised again, promising to make it up to her in any way he could.

Talking for hours, trying to work through the hurt and disappointment.Spencer apologised over and over , promising to do better in the future.

But the argument lingered between them, and they went to bed feeling distant and disconnected. Over the next few days, they tried to work through their issues, but it was clear that the argument had left a mark on their relationship.

Spencer knew he had to find a way to show Y/N’s how much he loved her and valued their relationship. He decided to plan a surprise of his own, to make it up to her.

A few days later, he surprised her with a home-cooked dinner, complete with her favourite foods and wine. Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise and delight, and Spencer felt a wave of relief wash over him.

"I'm sorry, Y/N's," he said, his voice soft. "I know I messed up, but I hope you can see how much I care about you. You're the most important thing in my life, and I don't want to lose you."

Y/N’s eyes softened, and she smiled at him. "I know, Spencer," she said. "And I care about you too. Let's move past this and focus on the good things in our relationship."

Spencer nodded, feeling grateful for the chance to make things right. He knew that it would take time to rebuild their trust and connection, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make their relationship work.

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2023 Criminal Minds Pre-Whumptober Collection 🖤

To get everyone ready for Whumptober, I figured I would run a September Whump Collection. To join, just click the questionnaire linked below and follow the instructions listed. I will assign you a full prompt based on what you selected. This form will be open from August 10th, 2023 to August 25th, 2023. I will give everyone their prompts by September 1st, 2023.

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1. You must be 18+ to join as the fics can be rated G to E and I will be DMing the prompts.

2. All ships, including readerx, and no ship/gen fics are allowed.

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4. Fics are due September 30th, 2023. Chaptered fics don’t have to be finished by this date, just chapter one submitted. Late entries and questionnaires are allowed.

Further details are in the questionnaire.

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Im enjoying your writing so much!

I have another story idea after listening to I never told you by colbie caillat 🤣

What if Aaron and reader had been together for a year or two and everything is great they’re happy and have a lot of memories together but after a while she starts to pull back because she can’t handle him being gone all the time and being in danger so often so she leaves one night without saying anything about how she’s been feeling. a year or so later she sees him with Beth and she just things to herself “I never told you, I just held it in and now I miss everything about you I shouldn’t have walked away” but seeing him and Jack happy she walks away again

But if you want to make it a happy ending maybe after Beth leaves reader and Aaron bump into each other and they talk about everything and reader finally tells him everything they should have said before and how they shouldn’t have ever said goodbye and how missing him while he’s away is better than not having him at all, and they decide to try again but take things super slow and promise to communicate

→ thank you so much!! Ahh you’re an absolute genius for this idea, I'm realizing now just how much I deviated from the original prompt 🤦‍♀️, but I hope you enjoy ♡

CW: angst, a toxic relationship

Aaron Hotchner x female reader

Too Little, Too Late

When things were good between you and Aaron, they were really good. Aaron was a caring, considerate and compassionate boyfriend. He doted on you dearly and made it his mission to make you smile every day. You made him laugh and find joy in the small things in life. You brought out the best in each other.

But you also brought out the worst in each other. Aaron often pushed people away and had a hard time communicating. He hated spending so much time away from you; it was all too similar to his failed marriage. So he tried to do things differently this time, to talk to you about it, but it wasn't as easy as he had hoped. You had a bad habit of letting other people’s opinions dictate your life. This frustrated Aaron to no end; it made him want to give up on love altogether. People questioned you for being with an older man, for spending so much time watching his son, for being in a relationship that could technically be classified as long-distance.

"You can do so much better, why are you settling?"

"You will regret this in ten years."

You heard it all the time, and you internalized all of it.

You would often confront him after a long case with questions about your relationship. It annoyed him because you had discussed his work and lifestyle at the beginning of your relationship.

“Sweetheart, I thought we’ve been through this, why the sudden change of heart?”

“Yes, but I shouldn’t have to beg for what I deserve, Aaron.”

He let out an exasperated sigh, “Y/N, I can’t help it that you're so gullible to what everyone around you is saying! Our relationship is our business, no one else’s input should matter.”

“Don’t try to deflect, this relationship is so one-sided, I barely get to see you!”

Aaron felt his head spinning, this was déjà vu with his marriage to Haley. He couldn’t understand why you were suddenly opposed to his working hours after spending two years without any issue.

Eventually, the two of you would cool off, apologize to one another, and return to that sweet spot once again. But soon enough, he would be called away on a case, and the cycle would start over. It was a toxic song and dance you were both accustomed too. You wanted to shut everyone up so badly and finally have the perfect relationship to brag about. Aaron wanted peace of mind and a stable relationship.

One evening, Aaron called to let you know his case would be extended over the weekend. You were saddened, but not surprised. You would get to see him on Monday and all would be well.

That was before you went out for drinks for your friends, who reminded you that it was Valentine's Day weekend. Before they began bragging about the lavish, romantic dates their men had planned. And before they all shot you a look of pity when they realized you didn’t have any plans.

You went home that night in a drunken rage. Angry at Aaron for embarrassing you yet again in front of your friends. You sloppily packed your things, left him a half-hearted note on the fridge and texted Jessica so she wouldn’t come looking for you in the morning. You finally gave in to the pressure, confident that the grass would be greener on the other side.

When Aaron came home to an empty house and a scribbled breakup note, he felt the room begin to spin around him. He was transported back seven years when Haley had taken Jack and left him an empty house. His fingers trembled as he reread the note, and his eyes filled with tears. You were gone, and you took his heart with you.

Nearly a year later, you’re mindlessly roaming the aisle of Saks Fifth when you hear an eerily familiar voice.

“I think it would look great on you honey.”

“You’ve said that about everything I’ve tried on, Aaron!”

There was Aaron, grinning ear-to-ear with a blushing brunette by his side. They looked so in love, a picture-perfect couple. A hot flush crossed your cheeks as you felt your stomach drop. He was still such a gentleman, kindhearted and gentle despite the hand he’d been dealt in this life. You looked at him and finally saw the man you let go of. But your epiphany was useless. It was too little too late, he had moved on, and he was happy.

In the year after you left, Aaron realized the parallels between this relationship and his marriage were neither déjà vu nor coincidental. Both were unhealthy relationships that stifled his ability to love correctly and receive the love he deserved.

In that same year, you realized that walking away from Aaron Hotchner was the single most painful mistake you had ever made. Giving in to the crowd robbed you of what could have been the love of a lifetime.

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Criminal Minds

Inspired by Heartbeat By childish Gambino cause that song makes me dance wildly like no one is watching. ❤️

“So what you’re saying…The Unsub is attracted to women like…Y/N.” Hotch Puckered his lips a bit, everyone’s eyes where suddenly on you. “M-Me?!” You raised your eyebrows. “I mean, look at them. They have the exact same qualities as you do” JJ shifted her focus to the 4 victims stuck on the dry erase Board. You grew quiet for a second, it’s true, all the women have the same features as you do. The hair, the eyes, the lips, the personality and face shape too. “And with this note…” Spence cleared his throat, “seems like he’ll be at XXX club, wearing a red tie…looking for fresh victims…”

“He’s playing games with us. He’s growing angry, wants us to know what he’s doing…he wants to spite us for ignoring him in the media” Morgan lifted himself up and off the table and played with the pen between his fingers. “He wants a victim, give him Y/N then.” Woah woah. WOAH. “Woahhhhh, who said I would do that?!” Gideon shook his head slowly, “I have a plan already” His eyes seemed to bore into something nonexistent and you cleared your throat hesitantly. “Ok.”

“Ugh, This Dress won’t zip- JJ!” Sticking your back out from the dressing room door, JJ came rushing over to help zip up your dress. “Okay…let’s see!!!” She seemed so giddy for something so dangerous. As she backed up to stand with everyone, you fixed your hair, before walking out of the room. There was a silence, before Morgan whistled loudly. You giggled softly and everyone bursted into chatter about how you looked. “Spencer keep staring or take a picture” Elle laughed gently, causing the boy to turn red and look away.

“Okay, let’s go over the plan again. Y/N, we will filter in the club and go separately in different ways. Hotch will take the upper decks, Reid and Morgan will stay in the back, JJ will nurse the bar and Elle will wait by the women’s bathrooms. You, My dear, will make a scene on the dance floor and wait for our unsub to approach you. REMEMBER! He has to notice you, not anyone else, once he has you, Lead him away and we got him.” Gideon gave you a soft smile “we’ll be close, don’t worry. Lemme have your gun”

Groaning, you handed him your holster and gun, mumbling something about how dangerous this could be. At least the police are hiding around the clubs entrance.

When you arrived, the loud sound of music and cheering distracted you for a moment, before you existed the car and made your way inside the club. You tried to find some sort of song that could get you going, but nothing seemed to work. “You okay?” Hotch’s voice filtered into your ear “fine..gonna talk to the DJ real quick.”

Making your way to the DJ, you leaned in and suggested a song, to which he nodded his head and in second’s the music switched up. The crowed cheered, so you made your way into the middle and started moving your body to the beat. The words “make a scene” kept bothering you, so you did. A big scene. You danced wildly to the music, hips swaying, arms in the air, you listened to the way the crowd cheered for you, making space. In the moment you felt silly, but…it’s not so bad. You added a bit of sultry dance moves, giving the crowd “fuck me eyes” as you tried to pinpoint any men wearing red ties.

Running your hands up and down your body, you swished your hair around and…bingo. A tall, scary looking, but handsome man was making his way to you. He watched you like he was trying to profile you. Ironic. Once the song ended, you breathed harshly, making your way to the bar, you sat a couple seats away from JJ and simply…waited.

“Hey…I seen you dancing up there and wow…you where amazing…and beautiful” fluttering your eyelashes up, there he was. Your possible unsub. You gave him a pretty smile and offered him a seat. In an instance, the man was touching up on you, breathing in your scent and flirting. “Pull him in more.” Hotch whispered in your ear and you turned to the man, holding his tie “wanna go somewhere private?” You teased.

“Fuck, stay still pretty girl” he groaned into your neck. You where currently pressed up aganist his black SUV, the windows tinted, he was laying harsh, gross and sloppy kisses and bites to your neck. Come on…just need some DNA.

Your eyes fluttered up and…Reid. You locked eyes with reid, he gave you a sad look, face a bit red, before Gideon came up behind him. “FBI! Get off the girl!”

“Holy shit!! I can’t believe we caught him!!!” Morgan laughed loudly on the plane ride home, “it was just Chance…the DNA on Y/Ns necked matched the DNA left on the women.” You sighed, covering your eyes a bit, before the sudden sound of the song filled your ears. “What?” Lifting your head up, Hotch had everyone around him staring at his phone. Getting up, you walked right over and your heart dropped. “HOTCH!” You screamed, the video was of you dancing wildly to the music.

“What kind of dance moves even are these?!” Elle laughed, holding her tummy. “THEYRE GOTHIC, ITS ALL I COULD COME UP WITH! PLUS! I was a goth/punk kid in highschool OMGG” You covered your face in embarrassment “I-I think it’s cute! I mean like, the gothic style match’s Y/N so well! Ya know, it was a pretty common dance style in the 1850s and the 80s-90s! It’s just amazing she knows these!” Spencer tried to protect you from the teams teasing and you smiled a bit at him “thank you” leaning in, you pressed a sweet kiss to his temple. “NOW DELETE IT! BEFORE I BECOME THE UNSUB!”

“Technically, since we know who you are, you wouldn’t- OWW OWW OKAY ILL DELETE IT-“

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Lifelong: 20 years

summary: an impromptu trip across the country to take care of aaron.

pairing: fem!reader x aaron hotchner

content: unrequited love, guilt, angst, sadness, fluff if you squint kind of?

an: aaron is soooo baby in this one. okay my friends we’re close to the end here, hearts will be mended soon. next part is massive <3

word count: 1k

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When Aaron calls you for the second time this week you know that’s something’s up. The two of you have a weekly call that’s already been had and you’re still at work. In fact, he’s still at work.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been served.”

“Divorce papers?” You can’t say you’re not shocked.

You know that they’ve been separated, you know that Haley’s wanted more but you always imagined that they’d work it out. They’ve been Aaron and Haley to you for so long that you’re not sure what a world looks like without them together, though your mind goes to selfish places immediately.

“Yeah.”

“Aaron, I’m so sorry. What do you need? What can I do?”

“I…” You hear shuffling on his end of the phone and can imagine him running a hand through his hair, “I don't know.”

“That’s okay. It’s okay to not know,” You have to say it because he’s not okay with that. He likes to know things, feels like he has to but you want him to just stop thinking about fixing everything for a moment. “Do you have any idea when the next case is?”

“I don’t know, we just got back from one.”

“Put in the time,” You say, switching tabs on your computer to look up a last-minute flight. It wouldn’t get you there until after midnight because of the time difference in Seattle, but it’ll do.

“It’s too late for-“

“You’re the boss. Put in the time.”

“I couldn’t ask you to waste your yearly visit on this.”

“You didn’t ask, it’s not a waste, and you’re my best friend.”

“Are you sure?”

“You just have to tell me how many days you’re putting in for so I can do the same.”

“3.”

It takes just a few clicks of a button to get your trip set up. You send an email to your boss citing a family emergency, “The flight’s booked, you’ll pick me up?”

“I’ll be there.”

He meant that in the most literal sense. When you arrive he's standing at the gate, looking down at his phone with that slight frown that's become his face’s resting place.

“You didn’t have to do your FBI privilege thingy,” You say as he embraces you tightly.

“I didn’t want you walking through here this late by yourself,” He murmurs before letting you go.

“There’s hardly anybody here,” You reply, gesturing around to the quiet airport.

“My point exactly,” He holds his hand out for your bag. There's no reason to argue with him and you hand it over with no protest. He transfers it smoothly to his far hand before offering his arm to you. Again, with no protest, you slip your arm into his and the two of you walk to his car that’s parked with airport staff.

“You know they built one of those burger joints from home here,” He says once the two of you are off the airport’s grounds.

“Fries do sound good. Have you been since they opened?”

“No, I was saving it for when you came into town.”

“Then take me, Hotchner.”

He reaches over to pinch your thigh playfully, “You don’t call me that.”

“I was trying to get a rise out of you. It worked. Predictable as always Aaron Hotchner.”

He rolls his eyes, and fiddles with the radio, turning on the oldies station you always listen to. It’s warm in Virginia still so you let down the window, and stick your feet out, resting your head on his shoulder while he orders the food. When you try to stick your hand in the bag he swats it away, and you pout the whole way home.

You feel 17 again eating burgers and greasy french fries on his couch. You talk about everything but Haley and the divorce. He’s somehow managed to give you every detail about his visits with Jack without even mentioning her name. All you can do is hold him close when his voice gets thick with tears. He doesn’t let them fall, but he gets to a point where he has to stop talking. He clings to you, listening to the sound of your breathing until he slips into a slumber.

His soft snore makes you smile and for a moment you let yourself bask in it. You let yourself imagine waking up to it, to this, him lying on your chest with his arms wrapped around you every day. The guilt comes quickly. Haley has always been kind to you, and always supported your friendship with him. Though you love Aaron with all of you, you can’t blame her for leaving him. Regardless, you’ll always be here to pick up the pieces because he’s yours, just not in the way you long for.

Eventually, you try to move to get cleaned up but his grip on you tightens, even in his sleep.

“Aaron,”

“Don’t, please, let’s just stay here,” He mumbles sleepily, his eyes barely opening.

“I just wanna clean up and then we can go lay down,” You pull away again and he looks up at you again with wide eyes. That sadness that you hadn’t seen since his wedding day is there and it makes your heartbreak. “Just let me throw this in the trash, stay right there, I’m not going anywhere.”

He nods and releases you, and you get your trash cleaned up and in the bin in record timing. He uses his bathroom to get dressed for bed, and you use Jack’s before heading into his room to lay down. He joins you shortly, facing away from you. You scooch across the bed, pressing into his back before throwing your arm over his side. Thinking he’s about to fall back to sleep, you close your eyes in an attempt to join him, though every cell in your body is standing at alert from being so affectionate with him.

“Do you think it was always meant to end like this? That I wasn’t made to be happy?” His voice startles you and he runs his hand over yours in apology.

“Hush, you’ll be happy again. You’ll be okay. We’ll make sure of it.”

“Promise?”

“Of course.”

“You’re always here. Thank you,” He leans further into you, and you curl your chin around his shoulder as he knots your fingers together.

“Always, Aaron.”

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