talked my bf into reading one chapter of my cm fic,,,
turns out that, even though he has no knowledge of anything criminal minds related (other than what he retains from what I tell him), he enjoys my fic. of course, the chapter I gave him is a hurt spencer chapter............................. :) there are. many, many of those -
whump whump whump whump
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What I have done in 2020
Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2020. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love! <3
I got tagged by @whoreforthebauteam so here I am.
I am gonna do my headcannons instead of my fics cause the more I think about my fics, the more I feel that my fics are bad.
1. Hotch cuddling with the BAU team headcannons
I am really proud of this one and I love soft Hotch so this is my favorite!
2. Hotch and the BAU team headcannons
This is one of the first headcannons I made and I am also surprisingly proud of this one. I really like the headcannons I made.
3. Hotch and the BAU team headcannons (angst)
I love torturing Hotch and this one is angsty. It makes me tear up a little reading this so I’m gonna put in in my top 3.
4. Teen Hotch headcannons
We never get much detail about Hotch childhood so this is what I think Hotch childhood was like based on what we learned from the show.
5. Touch-starved Hotch headcannons
I think this is my first headcannon I made and I really like it. So I’m just gonna put this on the list.
So I’m gonna tag ...
@ellyhotchner , well I know you don’t write fics but I know you have some ideas or drafts you can put on here
@sspencerreids , cause she has amazing fics about the BAU children.
And anyone else in the cm fandom who wants to do this!
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They weren't alone
A/n: This was inspired but the ask on @whump-town post. I changed it up but the concept is same. It's a short drabble of Hotch confessing that he had also been abused. (This is set after Morgan confronted Buford)
Taglist: @ellyhotchner @eleanorbloom @unionjackpillow
Warning: Implied/Referenced child abuse
Hotch watched as people slowly start leaving the grave of the unknown boy. Morgan's secret has been revealed after years of ignoring the trauma. The reason why Hotch knew because he had also been abused. Not sexually but physically, by his own father. Hotch cringed on the thought of his father, he took his mother's maiden name because he promised himself to be better that his father in any way possible. He wanted to be a better father, a better person than him. So that's why Hotch stayed with Morgan. They both were last ones there.
"My father was ... He well abused me", Hotch said softly fearing that he might he rejected by Morgan.
Morgan lifts his head, acknowledging what he had just said. This is probably the only time Hotch will ever open up about himself and Morgan needed to be there. But Hotch being abused? As a child? Morgan couldn't bear the thought of helpless Hotch being beaten down by his father. It also gave an explanation on why he never smiled. He always thought it was the job as Unit Chief but even when they first met Hotch never smiled often.
"He used to beat me down everyday in the basement and my mom ...", Hotch paused when he talked about his mom.
"She stopped caring when Sean was born", Hotch simply said deciding that would be the best answer.
Morgan stayed quiet. He couldn't believe what Hotch said and what he had been through. His mom didn't even bother to stand up for him? Morgan slowly turned his head to see Hotch still standing there with his head down. Even though he couldn't see it but he knew there were tears in his eyes. After Morgan confronted Buford, he was afraid that he was going to be cringed at or rejected. But knowing that his superior, the man he respected, and maybe his friend had also went through abuse ad a child. It strangely comforted him that he wasn't alone.
Morgan slowly turn around to face Hotch who still had his head down. Morgan walked up to him slowly afraid as him a sudden movement will scare Hotch away to never opening up. Morgan stopped right if front of him. Hotch head was still down afraid to face Morgan after what he had just confessed. Morgan placed a hand on his shoulder. Hotch freezed for a moment but then slowly relaxed. They both didn't say anything after that but they both knew they weren't alone. Both of them had gone through abuse as a little kid. And even though that had traumatized most of their lives, the only thing that mattered is that they weren't alone.
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I'll never forget the scene when Hotch almost cried in front of Gideon while saying this
"I save lives, I'm a hero but as soon as my key hits the front door, I'm a father and the husband who's never home"
That scene just broke me
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the way hotch is shown constantly defending victims of domestic and child abuse and absolutely going off on abusers with zero patience. i just think that’s really cool of him. i like that.
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Hey guys I love Aaron Hotchner
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The rest of the BAU: *follows orders*
*finds safe solutions*
The armed and highly dangerous UnSub running away: *can possibly injure anyone if alone*
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Teach Me (One shot)
This is a little concept that’s been running through my head constantly lately. We all know that Thomas can play guitar but we’ve never heard him. I feel like this is something Aaron would be able to do. And I just think it’d be a cute moment.
I don’t know how I feel about this, but again at least I thought it’d be cute
Summary: Y/n wakes up to hearing noise downstairs and Aarons not next to her
I rolled over and swung my arm to the left side of the bed. My arm went cold and that was the only reason I opened my eyes. Aaron wasn’t there next to me, usually he’d be directly behind me, holding me.
“Aaron”, I said drowsily. I gave it a few seconds that I looked around the room, the digital clock on Aarons side of the bed caught my eye.... it was 3:30am.
Why is he up... or gone?
I pulled the covers off of me and I just a rush of cold air that spread across my still. I put on one of Aarons hoodies that was on the chair in the hanger. Going down the stairs I heard noises coming from downstairs.
It didn’t sound like a window breaking or anyone walking around but I grabbed a knife from the kitchen, you can never be too careful.
I didn’t turn on any lights... I was walking around in the dark. The noise started getting louder and I went past the kitchen to towards the sound. Looking through the sliding glass door, there he was.
I set the knife on the counter.
Aaron was sitting on the patio, he was in the dark by the glass table. Opening the door he turned around looking at me.
“What’re you doing up?”, I was still groggy from just waking up. My eyes sensitive to the sudden appearance of like.
“You weren’t in bed, I was curious.... and cold.” He hummed and turned back around to resume what he was doing. Going closer, my eyes adjusted to the moonlight, he was holding a guitar.
"Forgot you're always cold." He said softly. Every time I was shivering Aaron would wrap his body around me.
Those were the times I always slept the best.
“You can play?”, I said as I got closer. Taking a seat next to him he played a little melody.
“A little bit, enough for me to own the guitar.” We chuckled.
“Who taught you?”, he plucked away at the six string. “Taught myself, which is probably why it sounds the way it does.”
“I think it sounds nice. May I request a song?” I sat back in the chair, gazing as the light shimmered over him. It was just enough to see him and some of the surroundings.
“Depends... I have a very limited selection.”
“Alone and Forsaken”, he raised his eyebrows and looked surprised.
“You know Hank Williams.” I shrugged and smirked. “I might know a little bit.”
“Alright”, Aaron looked down at the guitar and adjusted his fingers to Am then switching over to E. I was taking back to my childhood.
To when the song was played in the car with my mother while we were driving. I always felt a connection to the song, it was one of the few that made me feel disconnected from reality.
In a blink the song was over, the sound of the vibrating strings dissipated.
“Any others?”, I reached over to him and gripped the instrument. Aaron noticed I wanted it and let go, handing it over. “Do you know how to play.”
Aaron stared at me and started smiling, he dipped his head down and listened to the next song I started playing.
I didn’t answer with words but by setting my fingers in a D chord and I started picked at the wires. Moving across the fret board, it was the only song I really knew how to play.
"All I can do is write about it... Lynyrd Skynyrd."
“Dust in the wind.” I stopped and glanced back at him. “Yeah, it’s the only one I know with finger picking.... sing with me.”
“Y/n I’m not singing.”
“I’ll do it with you, please.” Aaron sighed in defeat, he wasn’t going to fight it. I resumed my position and started again.
That’s how the early morning went, Aaron singing softly when I gave him back the guitar. When he played the last song the silence took over and the sun was just barley rising.
The only thing really giving away the time was the small amount of sunlight that peaked past the distant buildings.
He put his arm around me and I rested my head on his chest. “I’ve just been a little stressed lately.”
Both of us stood up and we walked inside, not going back upstairs but settling on the couch.
“I never asked, why were you out there in the first place.”
“I’m sorry”, his fingers trailed down my spine and back up. “It’s okay.”
“Being the boss isn’t as thrilling is it seems.” He let out a dry huff.
“Yeah no, you guys have it so much easier, and I’m not trying to say my job is tougher than yours cause it’s really not... it’s just more of everything especially for one person.”
Aaron was currently under the microscope by Strauss.
Soon after we fell asleep, getting a small break from everything till the light from outside started illuminating the living room. I groaned and flipped over so my stomach was against Aarons.
I was fully awake and couldn't shut my brain back off. “Are you awake.”
There was silence until I hear Aaron suck in a breath, “No.”
“Hey?”, he hummed and he moved a hand to the back of my thigh moving my leg to cover his. “What?”
“Can you teach me to play the guitar...” My dad used to play, I felt like it’d be way to feel closer to him.
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A/N: I think I’m quickly approaching a point at which Irreverent will be ending soon. There’s a rich universe I’ve created, with help from someone who has lived and breathed this story with me for the past several months now. Some of that universe might get explored later on down the road. For those of you not caught up, now might be a good time to do that.
Summary: People fall in love differently. Some fall - quickly, deeply, permanently. Others stumble into it. What matters is that they end up at the same place. (In Progress)
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Part 1 - Flashback
Part 2 - SSA Hotchner
Part 3 - Round Table
Part 4 - Interview
Part 5 - Day One
Part 6 - Laughter
Part 7 - Daddy
Part 8 - Little Jack
Part 9 - Mon Cheri
Part 10 - Father Dearest
Part 11 - Lost
Part 12 - Dawson
Part 13 - Better Man
Part 14 - Superheroes
Part 15 - Foyet
Part 16 - Comfort
Part 17 - Big Brother
Part 18 - Olympus
Part 19 - Interrogation
Part 20 - Valhalla
Part 21 - Dearly Departed
Part 22 - Julian
Part 23 - Aftermath
Part 24 - Fallout
Part 25 - Judgement
Part 26 - Forgiveness
Part 27 - Loyalty
Part 28 - Defy
Part 29 - Perception
Part 30 - Natural
Part 31 - Sundress
Part 32 - The Ball
Part 33 - Trust
Part 34 - Perfect
Part 35 - The Fifth
Part 36 - Home
Part 37 - Seven Months
Part 38 - Miss Me
Part 39 - Dinner Party
Part 40 - New York
Part 41 - Promises
Part 42 - Strangers
Part 43 - Meant To Be
Part 44 - Wasteland
Part 45 - Je t’aime
Part 46 - Salve
Part 47 - Seven Devils
Part 48 - Strings that Bind
Part 49 - Fate
Part 50 - House of Cards
Part 51 - Eye of a Hurricane
Part 52 - We All Fall Down
Part 53 - In the Shadows
Part 54 - Anchor
Part 55 - Utter Fixation
Part 56 - Calm of Night
Part 57 - Begin Again
Jump House. (Only read after at least part 19 of Irreverent)
A Very Derek Christmas (Only read after at least part 39 of Irreverent)
Undercover (Only read after at least part 41 of Irreverent)
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The Struggle of Loving You - Chapter 18
"Did you study for the test?", I looked up at him in surprise. He turned to me scanning my face, "So that's a no."
"It completely slipped my mind, if you haven't noticed I've been a bit busy", I gesture between the both of us. Knowing that we've been taking up each other's time constantly. He chuckled and put on his button up his shirt, "I'll give you a pass this time. Y/n you better not forget next time or there'll be consequences."
My mind wandered along those words, trying to figure out what he meant. I knew there was a darker side to him, it was obvious. I wanted to find out how to bring it out of him. "Like what?", the smallest smirk formed on his face.
He didn't answer, going into the bathroom to brush his teeth. I followed soon after, ready to leave.
The past few days, I had stayed over at Aaron. Some nights he would stay over my apartment but it was easier to just be at his place. Chloe was always at home after she had woken up at the hospital. And for good reason, I'd be scared to go out too.
I had spent some time with Jack but for the majority of the time he was with Hayley. She had run into Aaron and I while we were out at a restaurant. Why went out of our way to go 45 minutes out of town in case we ran into someone and of course it was her.
She just stared at us, never asking us anything.
"I wanna take you out", I held out my hand and he took it. We walked out of his house and he locked the door behind us. Going to the car we both got in, I didn't have my car because Chloe needed to borrow. "How can I say no", smiling at him as he drove out of the neighborhood.
"Tonight", I said and a silence took over the car. Both of us just sitting, the quiet humming of the car as it went down the road was something that took my focus.
I looked at the window and stared at the passing buildings. "How'd you do in the academy?", Aaron turned his focus to him, taking his eyes off the road. "What was that?"
"The academy... how'd you do?", he looked back at the road and I glanced at him. "Well."
"Well? Like how", Aaron turned into a coffee shop. "As well as you'd aspect." I rolled my eyes and he parked the car in the parking lot. "Well that doesn't help. How was it?" Aaron got out of the car and opened the passenger side door. I got out using Aaron's hand to help get out, "Why are you asking?"
We walked into the shop and got in line for the register. "I don't know... I just want to know what to expect is all."
"Y/n you'll be fine, it is challenging but nothing you can't handle." I was getting worried about it. Something that was always at the back of my mind. I knew there were women in the FBI obviously but I was preparing for them to reject me.
Because I was a woman they wouldn't want me. The fact that Aaron had faith in me made it slightly easier. I nodded to his words and we stepped forwards and ordered.
Getting our drinks we walked out and got back into the car. Heading for the campus, I still needed him to help me study. We had started a new unit and I was harder than I thought it would be, my grade going from and A to a high B.
Most people would still be glad and hell yeah I was but I just needed the extra support. The drive to campus was filled with casual conversation, some about Jack and how he was doing.
We stopped out of the car when he parked, going into the lecture hall. We were early giving it was about a half hour before class had even started. Going down the stairs, setting my thing at my desk and Aaron went to his desk.
I pulled up a chair and sat next to him, "Get your things out, refresh yourself, after I'm done grading these then we can worry about you." I nodded and opened my book, going over definitions. Looking at statistics, "Okay this isn't helping."
"If you want me to hurry up... here-", he handed me half the stack of paper that was on his desk. "There, help me grade those and I'll help you, seeing how impatient you are, better to have you do some work." Aaron wasn't completely wrong, I was impatient. "Here's the answer sheet", he placed the Answer paper in front of me and I went through all the answers.
Most of the students were getting B's and C's. Only some of them A's, "This is kind of fun." He glanced over to me, "Maybe you can help more often."
I wasn't going to say no to spending more time with him. I flipped to the last page and I finished my pile after Aaron. He collected the papers and pushed them to the side. He pushed my chair in front of him and pulled me closer, our knees were up against each other.
I stared at him, waiting to test me. " What are the social forces that make up, according to Robinson?" I racked my brain thinking of the answer that was on the tip of my tongue. "Biography, organization interpersonal relationships socia structure, culture, global environment."
He looked back at me, "Good... What is Transnational and Comparative criminology?"
"Transitional criminology focuses principally on transitional or cross border forms of crime and endeavors on various levels to control and respond effectively to such crime—" I took a breath and I could tell by Hotch's face that he wanted me to keep going.
"Comparative criminology addresses the nature of the crime problem and the form and character or criminal justice systems in predominantly Western countries." My heart raced from the slight pressure. He set a reassuring hand on my knee, rubbing small circles.
"You're doing great", I could hear that he was genuine. "What is policing?"
"The prevention, control and prosecution of crime and the maintenance of public order by professionals employed by the state in an entity known as "the police, militia—." The very last word I needed to answer the question didn't come to mind. Hotch removed his hand from my knee and crossed his arms, raising his eyebrows.
"5...4...", he started counting, making my mind rush. "I can get it."
"3...2...", he paused, giving me a last chance. "Gendarmerie?", it sounded like a question, I wasn't sure myself. I waited for Hotch to tell me I was wrong. "Correct."
I let out a sigh of relief. He leaned forwards and grabbed my hand, pulling me on his lap. "You did fine, but obviously the questions on the test are going to be more detailed than that. I put my arms on his shoulders, "Sweetheart you and that beautiful mind are going to do great."
"I hope", he kissed my temple and I stood up. Class started in five minutes and I took that time to try and calm my heart rate. I felt it beating in my ears, every once and a while Aaron would look up at me, he saw that I was stressing over it.
The first student walked through the doors taking their seat. Soon after they started flooding inside. Letting them settle Hotch spoke, "As you know today is the test, put your things away and we'll start."
Once everything was gone, he passed the packets out, "You have till the end of class, if you finish early you can leave." He sat down, looking in my direction. Giving me a nod, I flipped the first page and read the first question.
Answering the last question, I went over my answers maybe three times before standing up and walking over to his desk. Handing him the papers, "You can leave." I turned around and walked through the doors.
Chloe walked out after me, "Where were you last night." I gave her a dumb look, she raised her eyebrows, "Right. How's that going by the way."
We made our way across the campus in the direction of our other classes, "Good."
"No details?", I shook my head.
"That's just for us." Chloe groaned. "You're so boring", my phone vibrated and I took it out.
Aaron - After you're done. You might want to get ready for our date.
Y/n - Where are we going
Aaron - That's a surprise... but where a dress
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The Struggle of Loving You - Chapter 17
Shifting in my sleep I could sense someone behind me. Feeling their hands around me, their body pressed with mine. My mind went to yesterday; remembering the day and seeing Aaron. The thought brought a smile to my face. I turned to my side and saw his face.
Looking content, his face was relaxed from his stern face. I nestled into his embrace more, scooting closer. I rested my hand on his chest and placed a kiss. I went back to sleep and wanted to stay like that forever.
Aaron woke up, it was 6:30am. He noticed me laying on him and he grinned kissing the top of my head. His internal clock woke him up so he wasn't able to fall back to sleep, me on the other hand could've stayed there for hours.
He knew it was time to get up; slowly taking my arms away from his body he scooted out of the bed.
He quietly got dressed, and got his keys leaving the apartment. Aaron drove over to his place and grabbed a few pairs of clothes knowing that I'd ask him to stay for the day. He grabbed a second pair of pants and a shirt.
He changed into some sweat pants and a white t-shirt. He threw his clothes into the hamper and left going back to my apartment.
When he left didn't lock the door and he walked back inside and locked it behind him. Taking quiet steps he came back into the bedroom and he saw I was still sleeping. Knowing I'd wake up in a bit he went back out to the kitchen and started the coffee.
Aaron waited going into the living room and turning down the tv. He scrolled through the movies on Netflix and settled on a documentary.
I woke up feeling the cold spot next to me. The sun was still rising, I looked around for Aaron not seeing him. I rubbed my eyes and sat up against the headboard. He wouldn't leave without saying anything.
Getting up I walked to the bathroom brushing my teeth. Going out to the living room there he was. Laying down on the couch with a cup of coffee. Internally smiling I went over to him, he noticed me.
"Morning", he said scooting over so I had room next to him. Not taking the spot I decided to lay on him sitting between his legs while being on his chest. He chuckled and hugged me closer to him.
"Hey", I mumbled into his chest.
"If you look over to your right you will see a mug... it's yours", I looked over and saw it on the table. Moving over and picking up, taking a sip and laying back down. "How you feeling", I rested my chin on his chest looking up at him.
"Pretty damn good", a grin spread across my face. He bought his hand and cupped the side of my face, pulling my bottom lip with his thumb. "Good, also I just wanna point out that you look great from this angle."
"Oh you like this do you."
He hummed in response dipping his head down and capturing my lips in his. He pulled away and rested his head back on the cushion. "What're we watching?", I turned my gaze to the side looking at the tv. "A documentary really."
"There's nothing wrong with learning something new", I scoffed and laughed. "Of course you'd say that... old man." I teased. Aaron nudged my side and he pulled my in more. I yawned out and completely relaxed, 'resting my eyes'.
I went back to sleep clinging onto Aaron. He heard the soft snores coming from me and he looked down. In my sleep I brought my legs up and moved upwards. My lower half was completely on his lap. He cursed to himself and focused on what he was watching.
Not remembering the fact that I was pressed against him.
I fluttered my eyes open from my nap and I was in the same position. I felt something underneath me and I knew. It was Aaron's growing bulge positioned directly under my pussy. I shifted a bit and he looked down at me.
I glanced upwards and softly grinded on him. A groan fell from his lips, I could feel the wetness dripping on my underwear. I got into a better position, almost sitting upright. I rested my hands on his chest and sat up more.
His hands flew to my hips, pressing me downwards onto him. I pulled down my underwear leaving me in an oversized hoodie. Moving his sweatpants down, I pulled out his hard length. Lining up and I sank down, a deep groan came from him. I moaned out feeling full.
I went to move and he didn't let me move, scrunching up my eyebrows I looked at him, "You have now Idea how bad I wanted you, but you made me wait. So now you're going to have to wait sweetheart." I didn't know what he was talking about.
Then I remembered the way I woke up, Smartass. I stayed there, his cock buried inside me and I wasn't allowed to move... get any relief. Aaron found some pleasure in making me wait but I just wanted to feel him.
His hands stayed on my hip, not allowing any movement. He watched the tv and after a while he let go of my hips, trusting me. I clenched around him and his eyes snapped to mine, "Stop that." A smirk grew and I did it again.
"Y/n'', his voice got deep and I saw his pupils expand. And again, It was the only thing I could really do. "Stop being a brat and listen to me." Those words shot right down to my core, I wanted to push some buttons... get him riled up a bit.
It wasn't the smartest idea but I was already in a bad situation. I moved to the side getting up slightly and drinking my coffee before slamming back down onto him. A breathless gasp left my lips while I heard a stained moan come from him. "Little girl."
We knew what was about to happen. As much as he wanted me to wait, Aaron just wanted to cum inside me. That is what we did, muttering to himself. "Fuck it", he was gonna punish me later but right now he wanted to just fuck me.
He gripped my hips picking me up and thrusting into me, catching me off guard. My hands settled on his shoulder, getting stable. Lifting me back up, I pushed down matching his thrust. He kept his eyes on me, head resting back. Both of us, just enjoying the feeling.
His cock stretched me out, and I loved that feeling of him inside me. My walls hugged around him and he brushed past my g spot. "God Aaron."
"I didn't say you could speak", my stomach started doing back flips. His words were just egging me on to do more, make him angry. There was a small voice in my head that told me not to and I listened. I figured that his dominant side would come out more later and I was too busy to worry about it.
Moving one hand from my hip he wrapped his hand in my hair pulling my head back. My body arched into his pressing me to his chest. His other hand tugged off my sweatshirt, he leaned forwards and littered my neck with kisses.
Subtly sucking on my skin and softly biting soothing it with kisses. My mouth opened and my moans filled the room. He took one of my breasts in his hand and pulled on my nipple making a wince leave my body. I felt Aaron smile into my continuing his assault on my neck.
My body tensed up and he knew moving back to helping me up. He never let up, pounding into me while my high reached its peak and started to settle in me. Holding on knowing he wasn't going to stop until he finished.
I captured his lips in mine, biting his lip; letting his tongue explore my mouth. Pulling away, his head was buried in my neck. I knew he was close. Craning my head down and nibbling on his earlobe. The overstimulation was becoming too much for me to handle.
I didn't want to reach it, I tightened around him and he finally released inside of me. A groan escaping from him. We stayed there for a while, settling down. I picked myself up and sat next to him, "Fuck." A laugh left my body and I kissed his cheek.
He grabbed onto my hand and interlaced our fingers, "Come on." We got up and he walked us into my room, heading straight for the bathroom. He turned on the shower, while we waited for the water to head I used the bathroom.
I didn't need to worry about getting a UTI. Pulling me up we stepped into the shower, cleaning off the sweat that just built up after. Massaging the shampoo into my hair and me to him.
We finished and we changed into some clean sweatpants. Looking somewhat ready to go out, he held out his hand. "Ready", I nodded.
We left to go get some breakfast, it was only 9:30am.
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Can someone write a fic where y/n is assaulted on her way to the BAU and she comes in (still on time because she left early) acting differently. Morgan and Reid notice and try to comfort her and she freaks out because they’re men and she doesn’t want to be around them even tho they’re friends. Then Hotch notices and slowly comforts her? Like he’s the only man she trusts? And then she falls in love with him? Like make it angsty and then really fluffy?
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The Struggle of Loving You - Chapter 16
Anthony and Andrew were over my apartment, hanging out. Chloe was with them out in the hallway while I was in my room. It had been almost a week since I had seen Aaron and I was just missing him.
"Y/n! Come here", I heard Anthony call from down the hallway.
I groaned rolling out of bed standing up. I was in shorts and a tank top, I opened the door and dragged myself down the hallway. They were all gathered on the couch with a drink in their hand. All of them holding in a laugh, "You okay?"
I sighed before sitting down with them, "Sure." Chloe Anthony leaned over and handed me a glass of wine, I grinned. "Alright tell us what's wrong." I didn't answer.
Andrew thought it was funny to poke at my leg to make me talk, "Just tell us."
"Fine", I said, swatting his hand away, a grin spread across his face. "You miss him don't you", Chloe had a smug look.
"Wai- wait... you have a 'him'-- who." Andrew said, neither him or Anthony knew that I was spending time with Aaron.
"Her boyfriend... Hotchner", Chloe teased. I took a sip of my drink and leaned on my arm. "He's not my boyfriend, we're just friends." I lied through my teeth. Anthony went on about me having sex finally. I have never told him that I was a virgin before but he knew me too well that he just knew.
"Fuck you, leave me be", they all took a drink. I swung my legs onto the couch. "Now, why would we do that. We love you too much to leave you alone." I hummed in response.
All in unison they teased, "We love you." I stayed silent, never saying that to anyone and really meaning it. It's not that I didn't but I'd never admit it to them... or really anyone.
There was a knock at the door, "Mind getting that." Chloe said, gesturing to the door. "Of course, Miss."
I got up and walked over to the door, looking through the peephole. Opening the door, I walked out and shut it behind me.
His arms were wide open and a smile spread across his face, stepping towards him and hopping into his arms. His arms went around me, supporting me while my legs hugged his torso.
My hands cupped his face and I crashed my lips to his. He warmed mine, and we moved against each other like not a day has passed. I pulled back and looked at him running my thumb across his bottom lip, "I missed you."
"I know", he leaned in and kissed me again, softly biting my bottom lip. Not being eager, just the both of us taking our time being together. What I didn't know was that all of them were crowded around the peep hole, looking at the whole interaction.
Not weirded out, but happy for the both of us. They knew what he'd been through and knew that I wouldn't fuck with him; that we were good for each other. Anthony and Andrew continued watching us and Chloe had to drag them away from the door.
"Fucking weirdos", she said laughing. They went and sat back on the couch preparing for what they were going to say if Aaron and I walked inside.
"When did you get back?", he gently pressed me against the wall of the hallway.
"Early this morning."
"Why didn't you tell me", I brought my hand up and ran it through his hair while cupping his face. "I wanted to surprise you", there was a grin on his face. I wanted to spend time with him, to just be for a while.
"Good thing it's a Saturday, we have a few days before class", he stepped back and set me down. My feet coming in contact with the cold floor. I grabbed onto his hand, bringing him into the apartment; not caring anymore.
"Oh yeah, what did you have planned?", we walked through the door. "You'll see", I gave him a smug smile and we sat on the couch. I didn't want them to be in the apartment when we fuck. We had to wait for them to leave.
They stared at us, waiting for something. They didn't know how to act, the things they tried to prepare for weren't as easy as they thought. Never thinking they were going to hang out with a college professor, specifically mine.
Taking the hint Anthony tapped Andrew's shoulder, "Alright uh-- I think it's time for us to go." Chloe followed behind them, awkwardly walking through the door. Leaving Aaron and I alone, "If you're wondering, they're not going to say anything."
He let out a sigh of relief, "Good to know."
"But do you really talk about that", I shook my head and he grabbed my hips, positioning me on his lap. Our lips connected like magnets, we took our time. My hands going under his shirt, feeling his toned muscles along his body.
He shuttered and smiled into the kiss, taking in my quiet moans. I could feel him hardening underneath me, slowly grinding on him. I heard him groan into the kiss. Sinking to my knees in front of him, I unbuckled his belt.
He lifted his hips and I pulled off his pants. Revealing his bugle pressed against the fabric. I pulled his boxers down enough to take him out. I never really saw it before and from a different angle, I was feeling slightly intimidated because I had never done this before.
I looked up at him and he gazed down at me. He gently grabbed my hand and guided me to his cock, I pumped him and subtle moans fell from his mouth. I went closer and I swiped along his tip, he bucked his hips forwards.
I wrapped my mouth around him, tracing patterns with my tongue on his cock. His hand made its way into my hair tightening his grip. He didn't force me down but guided me. Letting me go at my own pace, I glanced up at him, his head rested against the couch but his eyes were open and he was watching me.
"You're doing so well for me", I moaned shifting and squeezing my thighs together trying to get some friction. Some satisfaction for the arousal pooling in between my legs. Bobbing my head back down I came back up and licked a stripe underneath his shaft.
I went back down flattening my tongue, I stroked what I couldn't fit. He thrusted upwards into my mouth hitting the back of my throat, I moaned around him. The vibration bringing him closer to his orgasm, I felt him tense up, "Fuck--."
I knew what was coming and I was preparing for it, bucking his hip for a last time I felt as his cum slid into my mouth and down my throat. I kept bobbing my head until he pulled me up back into his lap. Tugging my head backwards he made me look at him, "Such a good girl for me."
I waited for him to make another move, he looked like he was deciding what to do with me.
Moving my head to the side he lined kisses on my jaw and neck, slowly making his way down my body to my chest.
I moved my hands and pulled at the hem of my shirt pulling it over my head.
I was left in my bra and shorts, he undid my bra and took it off, tossing it on the couch. Going back to cupping my breast, putting one nipple into his mouth. Sucking gently and softly biting, I tossed my head back, "Fuck."
Continuing down he shifted and laid me down on my back, kissing down my stomach. My breathing hitched when he reached the waistband of my underwear. He looked up at me, "Tell me what you want."
"Please don't make me say it, you know what I want."
"I need you to tell me or I stay down here teasing you for hours'', his voice got darker. He wanted my permission, which is something I greatly appreciated. "Touch me, fuck me, I don't care at this point-- just do anything please."
He took his time taking off my underwear and sliding down my legs. He came back up and placed kisses on my inner thigh, Taking his thumb and dragging it along my stomach. He brought it to my clit. I grinded against his fingers , being eager for more.
He dipped his head down and I took in a deep breath. Aaron grabs my hips, gently kissing my clit I let out a gasp. I could feel the breath from his chuckle on my pussy. He finally connected with me, his tongue massaging me.
I took my hand and moved it into his hair, twisting and pulling at it while he ate me out. I felt the tips of his fingers tease and entrance and I shifted my hips down trying to get him to take the hint. I knew he wanted me to wait, plunging his middle finger into me, he rubbed along my walls.
I clenched around him, arching my back I moved his hand and pressed my stomach down. I felt my high coming, my chest got tight and my breath faulted.
He pulled away and stood on his knees, I earned forwards and took off his shirt. "You've been good for me. I'm not going to fuck you here." He tugged at my hips bringing me to him and he picked me up. Carrying me to my room and tossing me onto the bed.
Pulling my feet, getting me closer to him. Aaron got on the bed and lined himself up. Wasting no time he thrusted forwards. Catching me off guard, I clung to his body. Holding his shoulder as he fucked me up the bed.
Steading himself, putting one hand behind my head and the other on my hip. I matched his thrusts, pushing my body downwards to meet him halfway. I was already close before and now it was building quickly again.
My walls pulsed around him, giving Aaron a sense of euphoria. Bending down and leaving kisses behind my ear, releasing a low groan.
"I missed the feeling of you around me so much." My hand going behind his neck, I gripped the hair and moved his head to the side.
He hissed through his teeth and let out a gasp. I littered kisses to his neck, "Fuck y/n." From just penetration alone I was already reaching my orgasm. Tightening around him, I let out a moan and whimper.
He never let up with his pace and kept going. "You can do another one for me", immediately after another one started to build. I wrapped my legs around him, he went in deeper than before. "Aaron please."
His hand traveled down my stomach and to my clit matching his pace. My edge washed over me, my entire body felt like pins and needles. "Y/n", Aaron groaned out.
I cupped his face and kissed his and I felt his body tense up, he pounded into me until he couldn't anymore. His cum spilling into me, he relaxed and laid down next to me. Both of us taking the time to calm down.
I got up and went to the bathroom. I was finished, I went back into the room and laid down. Not caring about the mess we made.
Fatigue struck me and I quietly drifted off. Aaron was still awake and when he noticed I was sleeping he smiled and stood up.
Going to the bathroom and getting a washcloth to clean between my legs. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and laid down behind me, holding me until he fell asleep too.
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can you guys please leave me hotch one-shot ideas in my ask box thingy ?? i think it allows anon now bc it didn’t for awhile for personal reasons !! i just need to get over my writers block:( ily
edit : i am a minor and i’m not so comfy writing smut. i’m sorry if that puts a damper on anyone’s ideas :(
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Heir To The Throne
Chapter 4: Two Can Keep A Secret If One Is Dead.
There comes a day where all fathers pass their business down to their children. This was no ordinary business, this was the mafia. You were the sole heir to the throne and you didn’t want it. Your father’s right hands Derek and Aaron are tasked with convincing you otherwise, the last thing you expected to do was fall in love.
Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader, Derek Morgan x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of blood, killing and death, guns and use of, injuries, swearing, alcohol and the consumption of, almost confessions of love, death of parents and sibling
Word Count: 4.7k
Author’s Note: I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get this up lmao also this one is wild, so much happens loool
Masterlist /// Chapter 3 /// Chapter 5
All he could think about was you.
Aaron bolted out of the room, he didn’t give Emily a second glance on his way out of the room.
There you stood, Matt laying on the floor in front of you, what looked like a bullet hole in his stomach, the red blood staining the marble staircase.
You didn’t move, you stood there, frozen in time.
Aaron stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking back at the window behind him which was directly across from where you were standing.
“Y/n, what happened?” he asked, you didn’t shift an inch nor did you answer him.
Aaron walked up the stairs, the sound of people running down the hallway filled the foyer. Aaron grabbed your hands, your entire body had spatters of red, on your arms, on your face, on your dress. You looked at him, but your eyes shifted back to Matt. Luke had come out with Penelope, Spencer and Tara. Aaron looked back at Luke, there was a nonverbal exchange between them, Luke immediately made his way over to Matt as did Spencer.
“What happened?” Aaron asked you again, your focus was anywhere but on him at the moment. Dave and Derek walked through the foyer, looking briefly at the scene unfolding on the stairs, Derek’s glance caught yours as they passed by.
“What the hell happened?!” Aaron shook you, finally you looked at him.
“Uh- I came out to go see Spencer, Matt was on the stairs. I went to apologize and then he got shot. I don't know what happened, Aaron I didn-”
“Okay, shut up. He’ll be fine. You need to get somewhere safe.”
“What ? No! I need to find out what's happening”
You pushed past Aaron, running down the stairs as you followed the steps your father took moments ago, out the doors and into the yard. Aaron ran down the stairs after you, his hand being grabbed stopped him momentarily.
“What’s going on?” Emily asked him, JJ was beside her.
“I don't know, I’m trying to find out” Aaron pulled his hand from hers and headed out the door as well.
Outside stood your father along with 20 other men you had never met in your life. You pushed your way through the men, they all had guns out and pointed at whatever was in front of them and that’s exactly where you were trying to get too. Derek stood across from your father, a blond woman was in front of him. His arm around her neck, holding her in place with a gun pressed to the side of her head. She looked oddly familiar, like you had seen her somewhere before but you couldn't put your finger on in.
“Who are you?” Dave asked, stepping towards the woman. “Wouldn't you like to know?” she spat at him, she noticed you standing a few feet behind your father. A chuckle left her mouth, “I thought I'd never see you again” she breathed, looking directly at you. Derek pulled her towards him, tightening his grip on her, the shoulder of her shirt moving in the process.
A little red J beside a large rose tattooed on her right shoulder.
Your father looked back at you, “you know her?” he waited for an answer. You swore to James that you’d never tell.
It takes two to keep a secret and it only stays a secret if one is dead.
“Y/n. Do you know her?” Dave asked you rather harshly, you shook your head. “No idea who she is.” turning on your heels, you walked back into the house leaving your father, Derek, Abigail and all the men in the courtyard.
Aaron watched as you walked into the house, he wanted to stop you, to talk to you and make sure you were alright but Emily was right beside him and he wasn't in the mood for a fight with her, there were more pressing matters at hand.
The blood had dripped down the stairs, pooling by the bottom of the staircase. Your mind flickering back to Matt but you pushed the thought aside and ran up the stairs. Abigail didn’t show up unexpectedly, you knew about her and knew this day would come eventually. She was James’s summer love from Paris. He met her when the two of you took the trip for your 16th birthday. Flipping through the closet for something that isn't blood cover, you recalled the first time James told you about her.
James snuck into the room around 4am. Your nails tapped against the glass in your hand and his footsteps paused. The click echoed through the room and then the lights turned on, you were staring down the barrel of James’s gun.
“Fuck,” he let out a sigh “what the hell are you doing in the dark? ” he lowered his hand, the gun re-tucked into the waist of his pants.
“Where were you ?”
“Out” the one word answer made you want to throw the glass at his head. The top few buttons to his shirt were undone and there was bright red lipstick on his shoulder. The undone button revealed his shoulder when he moved, a plastic like thing wrapped on his shoulder. “What’s that ?” you stand and pull his collar to the side. James swats your hand away, “stop that, you're acting like mom, darling.” his voice taunting you, he knew you hated being compared to her because you were nothing like her.
“Who else is gonna take care of your dumbass if she’s not here?” you ask him, your question making him roll his eyes.
The shoulder of the shirt was now pulled down revealing a large red rose on his shoulder.
“You got a tattoo ?” “yeah, do you like it?” you hum, returning to your spot on the couch. “I’m gonna go change. Maybe we can watch a movie or go see anywhere is open for breakfast ?” he kisses your head and goes to his room. A few minutes pass when there’s a knock on the door.
“J?” you call, opening the door to a stranger at 4am wasn't the smartest thing to do but James wasn't answering. “James?” you shout and then you hear the shower running. Standing in front of the door, you wait to hear if you hear anyone. Finally opening the door, a woman with blond hair stood in front of you. On her shoulder was a red rose with a J, identical to the one James had.
“Who are you ?”
“Could ask you the same thing” she smiles at you, your brother returns to see you at the door with the woman.
“Abby, what are you doing here?” he asks her, stepping in front of you.
“I came to see you sweetheart”
“You need to go. I’ll come see you another time, okay ?” James leans towards her, giving her a kiss and then shuts the door in her face before she could protest. He turns, now facing you.
“Is that Abby as in Abigail ? As in Vincent’s daughter ?”
“Before you say anything-” “Are you fucking crazy ?!” you give your brother a shove. “Hey! Stop that! She wants nothing to do with that life. She barely talks to her father.” he tells you, as if that makes a difference.
“She’s his only child, James. You know how these things go. This won't end well- you’d be lucky if Vincent finds out first and kills you before dad gets the chance”
You walk away from your brother, leaving him in the hallway of your suite. Not a few seconds past before you hear him shouting for you, his hand on your shoulder stopping you in your place. Turning towards him, he reaches for your hands.
“Y/n, promise me you won’t tell. You said it yourself, dad will kill me” his eyes find yours, the fear evident in his expression.
James didn’t fear anything- anything except your father.
A moment passed, you knew your father all too well- you knew what he was capable of. He wouldn't hesitate to get rid of James for lesser things but sleeping with the enemy’s daughter ? That would be it for him. He’d kill him without a blink of an eye.
“Okay.” you nod, “your secret is safe with me” James pulled you in for a hug, he whispers a thank you before letting you go.
This was a secret that would go to the grave with you.
Your father walked into your room. “Who is she?!” he shouted, you turned to face him. “Ever heard of knocking ? I was about to change.” you roll your eyes.
“Answer my question. Who is she?” he shouts again
“How do you know her?”
“She was in Paris at the same time James and I went. I didn’t know she was his daughter until after we had dinner with her.”
“Do you tell her about-” “No, never. James didn’t either.”
And with that, he left you in your room. You changed and headed back down the stairs. The red blood had stained the stairs, dripping down the stairs and dried the way it fell. Derek was in the foyer by the door, you made your way over to him. “Where is she ?” you ask him, he nods towards the basement. You gave him a smile and went towards the stairs, Derek grabbed your arm.
“You don’t want to go down there.”
“Derek, let go of me.”
“At least let me go with you” he pleads
“No thanks,” you rest for his waist, pulling his gun from his pants and tucking it into the waistband of your pants. “Got everything I need right here” you smile at him and head down the stairs, you can hear Derek chuckling as you go down. Your father stood outside of a room, the door locked but the groaning and hitting loud enough to be heard through the door.
“What’s happening ?” looking at him, he sighs. “She says she's pregnant.. James’s”
“What ? No, that’s not-” “That’s what I thought too.”
“Is she actually, you know, pregnant ?” you turn to the door, he hums “No, Penelope checked the medical records.”
Dave turns back towards the door, his hand on the handle. Your hands rests on his, “I'll go.” he lets go, letting you step in instead. Abigail sat strapped to a chair, her body blooded and bruised. The two men that were in there, looked to the door expecting your father but were met with you instead.
“Go, I'll deal with it.” stepping further into the room, the men looked confused. “We should stay-” “get out!”
Abigail looked up at you, a disgustingly wicked smile on her face. She was proud of the chaos she caused. You internally groaned, holding back the urge to slap her.
“What do you want ?” you spat, words laced with anger. You weren't in the mood for her bullshit.
“Surprised you’re still around”
“I live here dumbass. Why are you here? James is dead.”
“It sure as hell ain’t James’s kid”
“Mkay, say it is James’s. What do you want from us?”
She was really starting to get on your nerves, James was dead and there was no way that baby was his. You indulged her, she had always been a little bit on the crazy side. “For my baby, to have its rightful place here.”
“Why not with your father ? Why us ?”
“Because James was your brother. This baby is his, he belongs here.”
“It’s a boy?” you ask, her statement pulling on your heartstrings. James had always wanted to be a father, especially to a little boy. You couldn’t help but imagine for a moment what it would have been like if he was still here, with a baby on the way. That was just a dream, the reality was sitting right in front of you.
“Yeah, I was thinking James jr” she says proudly. You let out a cackle, “that’s a fucking ugly name. Anyways, you’re not pregnant and it’s not my brother’s.”
The door creaked as it was pushed open, Luke standing by the door, his shirt stained red from the blood- Matt’s blood. He nodded towards the hallway, you stepped out and Luke shut the door again,
“What ?” you look at him, your eyes fixed on his shirt.
“Abigail- Krystall’s daughter.” he tells you, noticing your gaze on his shirt.
“What ? Who the fuck is Krystall- Oh my god. As in dad’s Krystall ?” looking up at Luke, he hums. “Yeah”
“How’d you-” “Penelope.”
You had no choice but to believe him, Penelope always had accurate information and Luke wouldn't lie to you, he knew better than that. Your eyes were still glued to his shirt, the red was shockingly bright against the white of his shirt.
“I meant to change” he says, barely above a whisper. You just hum, turning to head back into the room. Luke’s hand wraps around your wrist, looking back at him, “He’s okay,” you let out a sigh, part of you was at ease now, “I’ll take you to see him after” Luke lets go of your wrist, you smile at him before stepping back in. The moment you reenter the room, the smile drops from your face.
Abigail had passed out in her chair, she seemed peaceful for once. There was another chair in the corner of the room, you dragged it towards her. The sound of the legs dragging across the floor woke her, she groaned when she saw you.
You sat on the chair, legs crossed as the heel touching the ground clicked against the concrete with each tap. The gun pulled from your waistband, now resting on your lap.
“Okay, let’s try this again. Why are you here?” the click let her know the safety was released, your finger on the trigger awaiting her answer.
“I’m pregnant” bang, one shot to her left foot.
She screamed, the shot was a through and through- some of your finest work if you do say so yourself.
“Medical records say otherwise, sweets. What do you want ?”
“For the baby to have its rightful spot as heir.” Bang, the bullet grazed her right arm this time and hit the wall.
“Next one goes between your eyes, and I have excellent aim” smiling sweetly, you looked at her, the fear painted on her face. She swallowed, her face back to normal- no fear, no happiness, nothing. “Try me.” she says, challenging you.
“Mkay, is it money you want ? Did daddy spend it all on his whores ?”
“You don’t know anything about my father.” she spat, you watched her face drop when you mentioned him.
“Awh, did daddy toss you aside for his new girl ? Is that why you ran away to Paris ? Is that why your mother ended up here ?” you obviously hit a nerve, she was furious.
“Shut up bitch,” she spat again, “What happened between my parents and I, is none of your fucking business.”
You laughed- a full belly, hunched over laugh. You couldn't believe this girl, you never understood what James saw in her. She wasn't smart, she obviously didn’t take over for her father and clearly, she wasn’t good at lying so what could she really do ?
Getting up, you walked towards her. your hand gripping her face hard- hard enough to leave a bruise. “You're right, what happens in your family is your business but when you drag my brother into it, it becomes my business. So tell me what you fucking want or I swear to god, I'll fucking kill you, you stupid bi-” the gun was pressed against the side of her head when the door swung open. The force of it alone was enough to get your attention.
Your father stood there, Aaron beside him. “Let her go,” he looks at you before looking at Aaron. “What ? What the hell do you mean let her go ?” your brows furrowed, the gun still against her head. Aaron walked over, his face calm with no expression per usual and he simply untied her.
“What the fuck is going on?” turning to your father, he doesn't say anything, instead he steps aside, letting Abigail go. David turned and followed her down the hallway, you were beyond pissed. You were mumbling, pacing the room when Aaron’s hand reached for yours, breaking your thoughts.
“He knows” was all he said.
“Now is really not the time to be cryptic, who knows what ?” you looked up at the man in front of you.
“David knows Abigail is Krystall’s daughter, that’s why he let her go”
“Are you fucking-” cutting your sentence short, you push past Aaron and he followed you into the hallway, running after you as you ran down the hallway and up the stairs. “Y/n! Don’t!” Aaron shouted as he ran after you.
“You fucking asshole!” you screamed, the statement was directed towards your father as you had a few choice words for him right about now. He was used to your ‘nonsense’ as he put it so he kept walking. You knew he wouldn’t stop to listen to you. You looked around the entryway, it was mostly empty- a few on the men and your father. Derek was off to a side with Emily and JJ by his side. You seem Krystall hugging Abigail and the sight of them alone made your blood boil.
The sound of the bullet hitting the chandelier and it falling to the ground was the reason they stopped, your father turning to look at you. “What the hell are you doing?!” he shouted at you, looking between you and the shattered chandelier. That was the last thing your mother had decided on before passing, hence why it was in the middle of the villa for everyone to see.
“I cannot fucking believe you.” you scoff, shaking your head. “Watch how you talk to me.” your father says causing you to roll your eyes.
“I can believe that you’d pick them over your own. I’m your own flesh and blood-your fucking child and you overstep me for her? The bitch that you’ve known for all of 2 seconds and her slut of a daughter ?” you huff a laugh. Your father just stood there, not a word or a sound left his mouth- he just listened.
“You know, I'm not surprised. You never cared. All you cared about was your stupid legacy and making sure you had someone to carry it on. That’s why you never cared about James, not until he was old enough and you never cared about me until James died- until you needed someone to fill his place. You’re a heartless son of a bitch and I swear to you, I'm done. I’m leaving and I'm never fucking coming back.”
“Y/n, don’t make a stupid decision. What are you going to do ? Run off with Matt ? He doesn’t love you.” your father says plainly.
Little did you know, those were the last words you’d ever say to your father.
Stepping over the chandelier, the glass shattering under your heel as you went, you walked up the stairs, the conversation between your father and Krystall fading as you went up the stairs. Luke was sitting outside of Matt’s room, his head tilted back against the wall and his hand behind his head.
“Hey,” you whisper, your hand on his shoulder. Your touch startled him, his hand twisting your hand and pulling your down towards his lap so he could see who was touching him. He let go once he saw it was just you. “Sorry” he mumbled, looking at you.
“Jesus Al” rubbing at your wrist when he let go.
Luke gives you an apologetic look as you walk into Matt’s room.
“Hey you” you smiled at him, he was awake and laying on his bed. His shirt was gone but a giant gauze covered a large portion of his abdomen.
“Hey” he whispers, going to sit up but your hand rests on his chest and you shake your head.
“Stay still before you hurt yourself again.” Taking a seat on his bed facing him. He looks over at you, a small smile on his face. You return the smile, “how are you? I mean I know you got shot so that’s a stupid question but like, you know what I mean” you ramble out into one sentence.
Matt chuckles and winces, “don’t make me laugh- I'm fine. I’ve gotten worse ones than this.” His hand finding its way to yours, fingers interlocking. “How are you ?” he looks at you, studying your face. “I heard about the situation down there”
“Fine considering I cussed out my father and almost killed his whore’s child.”
“So a typical Saturday for you?” Matt joked, you rolled your eyes. “Ha ha, very funny Matthew” his face scrunching up when you call him Matthew. The conversation drops, the two of you sitting there in comfortable silence. Your thumb rubbing against his hand, you look up at him- eyes locking.
“Matt, I lo-” the door opens, causing both of you to turn your attention towards that. A woman walks in, tall with red hair, a beautiful smile and glass in hand.
“Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?” she asks, stepping back towards the door.
You get up off the bed, your hand untangling from Matt's, “No, it’s fine. You are?” you smile at her,
“I’m Kristy” she looks at Matt, he pipes up. “yeah, uh she’s uh- she’s my-” “his girlfriend” she finishes for him. You hum, looking back at Matt and then at Kristy.
It made sense, you could see them together as a couple- a normal couple. Matt deserved to be happy, to settle down and have a family. Those were all things you couldn't and wouldn't be able to give him.
He deserved it, all of it even, if it wasn't with you but nonetheless, you were happy for him.
“You’re new here, aren't you ? I've seen you around with JJ” you ask, she nods before telling you that she just started her a few weeks ago.
“You are?” she repeats your question, looking to you for an answer.
“Y/n, Rossi’s daughter.” you smile
“Oh- oh my god, I’m sorry. If you want I can come back if you guys were busy.” she now realized who you were.
“Kristy, it’s fine. I was just coming by to see how he was.” glancing over your shoulder at Matt, you give him one last smile. You head towards the door, stopping beside Kristy, a hand now resting on her shoulder.
“Take care of him, he’s a special one.” you give her a smile which she returned. Stepping out, shutting the door behind you.
Luke looks over at you from his chair. “You okay?” he asks, his brows furrowed.
“I could really use a drink” sighing, you go towards the stairs, you can hear the footsteps beside you, Luke now to your left. Just as the two of you reach the bottom of the staircase, a sound rang through the villa.
Your head whipped towards the door, the noise coming from outside. You ran towards the door and straight out, Luke right behind you. Your father on the floor, a pool of blood coming from him. Derek and Aaron both had guns out, pointed at Abigail and her mother. Abigail had a gun in her hand, she let it drop to the ground as she let out a sigh.
You were frozen in place.
Everything running through your mind.
Your father was going to die and you couldn't do anything. Your last words to him was ‘fuck you’ and you blamed him for everything that went wrong. Abigail killed your father and she was going to live? No way in hell was that going to happen, over your dead body.
Without hesitation, the gun was pulled from your side. 2 more shots rang through the deafening silence. Krystall’s body hit the floor with a thud, Abigail looking over at her mother, a blood shattering shriek leaving her lips. She dropped down to her knees, her arms wrapped around Krystall’s lifeless body, you made your way over to her.
Derek’s hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you back. “No,” you give him a look, your eyes for pleading him to let go as you pull away from him. He didn’t stop you- he knew it was best to let you go.
Crouching beside Abigail, she looked at you. Her face covered in tears and her body soaked in blood. You sighed deeply, “see, it didn’t have to end this way.”you hum, the gun tilting her chin towards you.
“You think I don’t know that your father was the one that killed James because he was seeing you?” you tell her, her face drops.
No one knew that, no one except Abigail, James and her father knew about the threat or so they thought. They hadn't known that you were there that night, in the suite in Paris, just a room over when you heard Abigail’s father, Vincent threaten to kill James if he didn’t stop seeing her. James wanted out of the life so badly that death seemed like a better choice.
“I- I loved him” she whimpers.
“Yeah, well so did I. Life isn't fair sweetheart, tough luck ain’t it ? See, here’s the thing. Your father killed my brother and you killed my father. It was only fair that your mother died too, huh ? An eye for an eye, what do you say ?” Abigail looked at you like you were an absolute mad person. You hummed, she didn’t say anything.
The gun pressed to the side of her head and before she could even say anything, your finger squeezed the trigger. The blood spattered across your face and your top. You groaned, looking at your shirt, “there goes another one.” getting up, you see Abigail hunched over her mother.
Dave was still on the ground, Aaron sat beside him with his hands covered in blood. He looked up at you, “I tried, I did” he whispers, you nod, your hand coming down to his shoulder.
“I know.” you look up at the men by the door - two more of the men that worked for your father- “Take him inside” you sigh, watching as they pick him up, taking him inside until you could figure out what to do.
The high heels that adorned your feel clicked against the concrete outside and against the tiles as you entered the villa. Stepping over the chandelier, you make your way into the dining room. The room is empty and quiet, you begin whistling before pouring yourself a drink.
The chair at the end of the table was empty, your father’s chair, the boss’s chair- a chair that now belonged to you whether you liked it or not.
Taking a seat in it, you leant back, your feet propped up on the mahogany table. You sigh, taking a sip of your whiskey and picking up the tune when you dropped it.
It felt good to be king.
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Undercover - Chapter 22
After Spencer’s realization there were no new connections, thoughts, nothing. We were all stuck on a single thought. 'I have something to do with all of this.'
"There's another body", an officer peaked through the door and all of us gathered and left for the most recent crime scene. It was close by to the station almost like Mark knew we were catching on, he always was a cocky asshole.
It was in a cozy neighborhood, yet again the victim shared an uncanny resemblance to me. Half of us were dodging all of the CSI workers as they secured the scene to make sure it wasn't contaminated. The woman was bound to her bed, again with deep slashing running down her bad.
I subconsciously touched my scars only stopping when I felt Aarons hand go to my lower back. The blood was collecting in the wound, "Cuts were anti mortem."
"He wanted them to feel everything", Spencer spoke. There was something that didn't feel right at the moment. This kill for some reason gave me an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I rushed out the room and went outside and threw up.
I turned feeling a hand on my back, Morgan had followed me out. "You wanna talk about it."
"Not right now", there was a hint of disappointment but he wasn't going to make this about him. "Derek something some thing doesn't feel right about that." I pointed to the house.
"I know I have the same thought", he nodded and waited for me to get back together before walking back inside.
We rejoined the group inside the house on the first floor. Something urged me to turn around and when I did I saw a note poking out of one a drawer.
I opened it and the note had my name on it:
The one was very special to me... she reminds me so much of you
In more ways than you think
Reading the note brought a bad taste to my mouth. The team noticed me at the desk and walked over, "What'd you find?" I folded the note and gave it to Aaron, "I don't know yet."
The corner took the body and we waited for the ME to look at the body and give us a report. We all returned to the station sitting in the same room. There was a darkness over every single one of us for some reason; they all could feel it.
Hours went by, we decided to call it. Heading to the hotel; until the ME got back to us we could form anymore theories to get the case closed.
I got in the car with Aaron, he took his time driving us back. I wanted to enjoy the slim time of peace that I had at the moment. Soft music playing in the background, I stared out the window looking at the passing street lamps and people walking minding their business.
We arrived at the hotel, none of us saying a word. Going to our separate rooms, There was a wrapped box at our door, addressed to me. Aaron put his around me, pulling me back and calling everyone. He wasn't taking the chance, if there was a bomb.
He had the bomb squad there in 10 minutes. They carefully unwrapped the paper and made cautious cuts at the tape on the box. Unfolding it they were met with another fucking note. What the hell is his obsession with that.
There was something else in there, it was a toy train; one a baby would play with. The bomb squad cleared it and let us near. I got my hands on the note
I'll give you a hint
It clicked in my mind, the latest victim was pregnant. The team surrounded me and stared, I never told them about that. They knew Mark wouldn't mess up like that, he planned everything out. Emily looked down, avoiding my eyes.
Not saying anything I watched as their forms disappeared from my view; they walked away to their rooms. Everything was moving in slow motion, Aaron gently gripping my wrist pulling me into the room.
I changed and got under the covers. Aaron pulled me close, keeping me warm from the winter weather.
I woke up to my phone ringing next to me. I wiggled out of Aarons grip and answered, "What Garcia."
"I figured you guys might wanna see this before I-- uh say anything to everyone else." I tapped Aaron and he stirred, finally sitting up next to me. Garcia shared her screen, "I haven't looked past the first photo, they seem-- invasive."
Our eyes opened wide, when she sent the photos, and a video to me.
They were pictures of Aaron pinning me to the wall, hovering over me laying kisses on my neck, me cuffed to the bed. The video was even worse, it showed very clearly Aaron pounding into me after I moved it. A full view of everything.
"That son of a bitch was there after you guys left." Aaron was livid, if Mark had these he could expose us to Strauss. Garcia tried to trace them but untimely came up empty. "Can you delete these."
She nodded, "I can try and with all the copies I can but I don't know if I can get all of them." We finished up and ended the conversation. I let my head fall into my hands.
"What are we going to do if Strauss finds out." He was trying to think of a way we wouldn't get transferred or fired. There was a way that I thought of, but if that was forced on me it would go well.
"If we're engaged or married, it's the same thing. I don't wanna sign a relationship form formally to HR cause they'd put us through legal hoops and I don't have the energy for that."
Neither did I, "I don't wanna rush this, I feel that- if you're forced to marry me then you won't wanna be with me anymore. That you'll regret it at some point." He turned to me, gripping my thighs and pulling me onto his lap. He pulled my arms over his neck.
"Now why would you think that, how about I 'propose' if she finds out and later I can actually do it... formally."
I pressed my lips to his, "I'd love that. Just know I don't like huge gestures." Ruining the moment like always the phone started ringing. "Hotchner", his face went from smiling to cold then sad.
I raised his eyebrows, he put the phone on speaker. "The last victim was pregnant, y/n is there something you need to tell us?" Everything was moving fast, I was getting too much information at once.
Learning the woman was pregnant and killed because of me, the photos and video of Aaron and I, the thought of Strauss finding out about the relationship; now the team is looking for answers in my personal life.
It was like being buried alive, my chest started feeling tight and I couldn't breath. I hated panic attacks; they made me feel small and weak. It was already starting and there wasn't much to stop it. Aaron noticed and held me close to him.
Trying to stop it before it got too bad, he pushed his lips to mine; focusing my mind on one thing at a time. At the moment all I could think about was his lips against mine. I held him there for a time before pulling away.
"Baby you need to calm down, one thing at a time... okay", starting the routine all over again, we got ready for another day at the station. if we didn't get close to closing the case soon, the Bureau would call us back.
Mark was going over the next thing he was planning, he called the doctor's office to see if he could get an update on the baby. When he called he was something he didn't want to hear.
Y/n had done something that he thought she'd never do, get rid of her baby. He always thought she was perfect to carry his child, he was wrong.
"She took away my child, I'm going to take away hers", he muttered to himself; Mark was getting angrier by the second.
"Y/n...", Aaron was calling out to me and shaking my arm. When I opened my eyes Aaron was already ready for work. Another day of trying to get this bastard; he has us running in circles at least he had me running in circles.
It was like trying to catch a shadow, as so as you think you're getting close it moves with you. I dragged myself out of bed and got ready, eating leftovers and drinking yesterday's coffee.
I wasn't focused on the case, but what the team thought about the last victim. They knew she was pregnant and so far every kill had something to do with me and this was a big part of that. As Aaron and I walked through the doors all eyes were on us.
Everyone stared even the officers outside of the case; they knew something bigger was happening. The team stared as I went into the conference room, I could feel it... the tension. The desire to ask that one burning question we knew they all had.
No one spoke. Aaron sat next to me, holding my hand under the table and squeezing reassuringly. "Y/n... you're gonna have to tell us everything if we're going to have a complete profile on Mark."
Rossi broke the silence and I kept my gaze on the table. Only Aaron and Emily knew about the baby and that was... not a good time in my life considering. I pushed my urge to run out of the room deep down.
"When we were on vacation, I was walking home from the club and... Mark had followed me there. He assaulted me and I got pregnant. I didn't find out till a month later and I decided to not keep it... obviously. His goal was to get me pregnant."
I was practically numb to it at this point... I never went to a therapist like I had promised but instead talked to Aaron about it. He helped me through it the way he knew how, he didn't pretend to know what it was like; he processed everything and listened.
I scanned everyone's faces and they all looked hurt. They were all upset I didn't tell them the personal things in my life. "We could've helped you", I shook my head.
"That's not your responsibility-- we have a job to do and I didn't want all of your focus on me." If they were all worried about me they wouldn't pay attention to the next unsub.
"Y/n, to do our job we need to make sure everyone is okay, I need to make sure everyone's okay." I let out a quiet I know. JJ was staring at me like she was trying to find a way to fix me, in a motherly way if that makes sense.
She lost a baby before; it's not the same because I chose to get rid of it but she sort of understood. Losing a baby, despite it being unwanted it still hurt in a sense.
We were in Maryland for the next three days and no new body dropped. The case went cold and we were called back to Quantico. Driving back I was with Aaron, "When's Jack coming back."
"Jessica will be there when we get home." I smiled to myself. The ride went faster than I thought. One second we were leaving the precinct and the next we were back home. I opened the door and was met with someone jumping into my arms.
Jessica was on the couch, "I'll leave you too it."
"Thank you... really", Aaron walked Jessica out and he locked the door. "Do you wanna say hi to your dad." Jack never left my arms; he clung on, Aaron walked over to me and Jack reached out into his arms.
"Hey buddy, you ready for school tomorrow." That wiped the smile off his face, "No, the teacher said we're learning something new." I walked into our bedroom, changed out of the uncomfortable work clothes and collapsed on the bed, I heard the Hotchner boys conversation faintly through the door.
Aaron was talking about school, what they did while we were gone and how he was still making friends. I don't remember when but I had fallen asleep.
"Y/n!", Aaron calling my name pulled me out of my heavy sleep, I wandered into the living room wearing one of Aaron's hoodies. He had made food and was getting ready to put jack to bed.
When dinner was finished Jack was yawning and I knew he was ready for bed. I stood from my seat and held out my hand, he grabbed onto it and I brought him down the hallway and to his bed. Aaron followed us and he watched me tuck him in the blankets.
"Can you take me to school tomorrow?", I moved his hair off his face and kissed his forehead.
"Course buddy, make sure to wake up extra early and I can also make you a special breakfast." He grinned and nodded falling asleep in time. I waited for him to be fully knocked out before leaving the room and quietly shutting the door.
When I closed the door Aaron turned me around and backed me up against the wall, "You're so good with him you know that right. You're gonna be a great mom."
I brought my hand and combed through his hair, "Well it's nice to have reassurance." He smirked and tugged on my arms bringing us down the hallway to sleep. He got undressed and got under the covers, I slipped in after him and he held me tightly.
"Forgot to ask... do I get any of this 'special breakfast'." I shrugged, pulling his arms around me tighter.
"Depends", he playfully nudged me and we drifted off.
I felt something dip into the bed and start bouncing, heard laughter and something pushing into my shoulder.
"Come on you got to wake her up", Aaron whispered to Jack. They didn't know that I was already up, I heard the breathing of Jack behind me and before he made his move I turned around and grabbed him.
I started ticking him, a playful scream filling the room with the laughter of Aaron and I. When I stopped he collected himself and sat on his knees gazing at me.
"Get ready for school and I make that breakfast." He squealed and crawled off the bed running down the hallway.
I turned my attention to Aaron who was gazing at the event that took place. "Sir, you have work to get to in an hour... you got to get ready." He leaned forwards pressing a soft kiss to my lips,
As the boys were getting ready for their days I walked into the kitchen and pulled out my ingredients. Grabbing the milk, eggs, cinnamon, vanilla, and bread. I set them on the counter and started the coffee.
Jack was the first to be ready and took a seat at the table. He waited patiently as he watched me make his food. Giving him two slices of French toast; he devoured it. Aaron was finally done and I served him breakfast.
He said thank you and like father like son, he also inhaled his food. I cleaned up the remains of the breakfast and got ready for work last. We got into our separate cars and I set a course for school. Seeing I had time, I decided to take the slightly longer way.
Jack was observing the outside, "Watch out!" I didn't understand what Jack was talking about until it was too late. There was a truck headed towards the car, slamming into the rear end.
Before I knew it the car was tumbling; I got knocked out and when I came too I was upside-down. My vision was fading in and out and my ears were ringing, I made out trees and wet grass.
I was able to unbuckle my seatbelt and turn around- Jack was gone and I didn't see a trace of him anywhere. No blood, clothes... just nothing. I stumbled out of the car and made my way to the road. Seeing a car drive passed, what I did get was a clear view of the driver... Mark.
I don't remember anything after that but feeling like I was underwater and falling into the grass. Faintly I heard sirens and the feeling of being dragged. I opened my eyes enough to see a paramedic, and being in a stretcher.
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“i think, deep down, we're all capable of unspeakable things. where it starts or what you call it, i don't know.”— aaron hotchner
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