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“Help”

Hotch stared up at her. She stood, back pressed up against the door of his office, wide eyes meeting his like she was as surprised as he was that she was there. Aaron Hotchner stood slowly, his brows dropping from astonished to annoyed almost immediately.

"What’s wrong?"

"Normally I wouldn't do this and I like to think you know that even though I haven't been here for very long but I really need your help because I don't know what to do anymore and honestly I'm pani-"

"Stop." Her mouth snapped closed. "Take a deep breath. Explain."

Deep shuddering breath in, slow exhale. His brows rose as he gestured to the front of his desk. She inhaled and exhaled again in the time it took for her to stand in front of his desk. She met his dark brown eyes and took yet another deep breath as she handed over the white folder he hadn't noticed clutched to her chest.

"The letter on the top showed up on my desk yesterday and I wasn't going to panic but then this," an envelope clearly filled to the brim with polaroid's, "showed up with my mail today." Her chest was still practically heaving in panicked breaths.

She watched Hotch thumb open the envelope and how his brows furrowed at the images. Images of the newest team member. At the store, getting in the SUVs outside the office, outside of a bar arms wrapped with Garcia, at the market with an arm full of fresh flowers and produce.

Hey so this is an exert of a thing I’ve been working on. Let me know if you like it.

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Keeping the tie in place. Mhm.

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Hotch in Brothers Hotchner

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I’m laughing because it’s true

Gideon, about Reid: I have created the perfect FBI profiler

Hotch: Fucked up a perfectly good child prodigy is what you did. Look at it. It's on drugs

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I would do questionable things for him

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Spencer Reid isn’t big on PDA BUT he would 100% come up behind you in the grocery store, trap you between himself and the cart you’re pushing, and bury his face in your neck for a few seconds, leaving a little peck there before pulling away.

He also sneaks these little moments on elevators or in the kitchenette at the office

Because he needs his fix when he needs it

Pass it on

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Aaron Hotchner would scratch that itch in the center of your back after you take your bra off after a long day

And he takes pleasure in that little relaxed sigh you do right after

Pass it on

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“Help”

Hotch stared up at her. She stood, back pressed up against the door of his office, wide eyes meeting his like she was as surprised as he was that she was there. Aaron Hotchner stood slowly, his brows dropping from astonished to annoyed almost immediately.

"What’s wrong?"

"Normally I wouldn't do this and I like to think you know that even though I haven't been here for very long but I really need your help because I don't know what to do anymore and honestly I'm pani-"

"Stop." Her mouth snapped closed. "Take a deep breath. Explain."

Deep shuddering breath in, slow exhale. His brows rose as he gestured to the front of his desk. She inhaled and exhaled again in the time it took for her to stand in front of his desk. She met his dark brown eyes and took yet another deep breath as she handed over the white folder he hadn't noticed clutched to her chest.

"The letter on the top showed up on my desk yesterday and I wasn't going to panic but then this," an envelope clearly filled to the brim with polaroid's, "showed up with my mail today." Her chest was still practically heaving in panicked breaths.

She watched Hotch thumb open the envelope and how his brows furrowed at the images. Images of the newest team member. At the store, getting in the SUVs outside the office, outside of a bar arms wrapped with Garcia, at the market with an arm full of fresh flowers and produce.

Hey so this is an exert of a thing I’ve been working on. Let me know if you like it.

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🎤 what a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man

Aaron Hotchner + Criminal Minds Writers and Directors Knew EXACTLY What They Were Doing: Part One

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the edit itself

this edit is getting taken down from tiktok every time someone reuploads it, its straight up censorship at this point

Im not even american but im having a great time with this

DONT LET THIS DIE

credit to miraculousgastropod for the original

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I just wanna 💋 that little spot between his brows

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For all of my Aaron Hotchner lovers

The tactical vest and polo combo 😍

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Hotch in Demonology

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Criminal Minds - 6x06 Devil’s Night

Probably the single greatest thing about Hotch & Morgan for me is that they are both so incredibly reckless, but they take turns.  When one decides to go insane, the other holds down the fort and gives them shit, and then they switch off.  It’s the best thing about them. Morgan, intensely reckless himself, ALWAYS worries about Hotch, always always.  Like in the 2nd picture, where he’s looking at Hotch like “You freaking idiot”…love it.  (Because contrary to popular opinion, they actually do like each other in their own dumbass ways and that is canon.)  I also love how Rossi is always just like yeah, he’s dumb, let him do it…he’ll be fine. (Bonus - Hotch with tears in his eyes at the end, because soft!Hotch)

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AARON HOTCHNER & DAVID ROSSI in 4.18 Omnivore -"It was a little dramatic don't you think?" - "My wife always said I had a flair for the dramatic." (Requested by anon)

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omg

dear god in heaven

this is by far the hottest thing ever😩

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The BAU Team stands inside a cathedral, the crime scene for the latest case. Hotch and Morgan are talking to the priest. Yourself, Rossi, and Reid are observing and studying the crime scene.

You look up to catch Hotch standing tall, stern look on his face, and his hands each perched on his hips, his jacket pushed back. Your eyes scan him from head to toe.

y/n: *under your breath* forgive me father for I have sexualized an older man.

Rossi:

Reid:

y/n:

Rossi: We are in a church! *smacks the back of your head with the case file*

Reid: *visibly nauseous*