#Alex Blake x female reader

[carmillascrusade]

Sleepless nights | Alex Blake x F!Reader

Summary: Alex comforts the reader after a nightmare. (Requested)

Word count: 460

A/N: First time writing nightmare related things. Please be aware of the fire/burning nature of the nightmare. TW:Graphic imagery? Please excuse how short my pieces have been at the moment. I’m trying to get back into the flow. This hasn’t been proofread as I wrote it in a mind numbingly boring lecture from Oxford Uni.

You were hot. Unbearably so. A searing pain buzzed throughout your body, a dull throb pulsating from the gaping wound in your side. A short cry escaped you; the low, keening sound of cry alike to that of a wounded animal calling for help.

The fire blazes around you. Hues of gold, flickers of scarlet danced enticingly, wrapping around your legs, licking at your clothes and setting them ablaze. Your legs were crushed. Unable to move, you could do nothing but weep as the soft yet destructive embrace of the fire charred your skin and blackened your lungs.

Your hand reached out…

You startled awake. Something was pinning you down. Panicked at your immobilisation you frantically grabbed the sheets on top you, a desperate attempt to set yourself free.

“Hey, stop it. You’re okay.” Whiskey brown eyes looked down at you, concern making them wide. Doe-like. A milky white hand held your trembling form down, a flash of gold on the persons index finger instantly soothing your worries. Alex.

“Another nightmare, sweet girl?” She asked in a hushed toned, one you would use when coaxing a frightened kitten out of their hiding place.

Your heart rate was slowly returning to its normal rhythm and you nodded in response to her question. A barely noticeable, minuscule thing that Alex would have missed if she was not paying rapt attention to you. Eyes hawk-like but caring all the same.

Your vice-like grip loosened, letting the duvet you had clutched as if it was your life line pool back around your torso. A shaky hand reached out for your wife, fisting her pyjama shirt tightly in order to draw her as close as humanly possible. You would bury yourself under her skin and never leave if you could.

Shifting slightly onto your side, you grasped onto Alex, hands snaking around her back as lither fingers brushed through your hair. Gentle. Feather-light. Caressing you in such a manor that you couldn’t help but relax further into her embrace.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You squeaked in protest, your voice failing to produce any words whatsoever. Your wife understood this though. Instead, she began to hum a quiet, soothing tune that lulled you into the realm of the sandman once more.

The steady thump of her chest beneath your ears grounded you. The fingers playing with your hair drew a huff of comfort out of you, temporarily quelling the nightmares for the time being. Alex’s presence had always been a source of comfort to you and you would eternally be grateful for her. Especially in times like these. Eventually your erratic heart settled and your fingers holding her back relaxed their grip, your body succumbing to the aura of tranquility Alex held.

A/NII: 2/3 requests done so far. Yayyyy.

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thinking about writing an alex blake x f!reader fluff fanfic… anybody interested??

[forhappysake]

Part 4 of CM character eliminations! This one is the hardest for me, personally 🤩

[neuroprincess]

who do i write for

NEW MASTERLIST ^^ and NEW LIST OF CHARACTERS

Characters

Criminal Minds

Alex Blake | Elle Greenaway | Emily Prentiss | Jennifer Jareau | Penelope Garcia | Tara Lewis

Law & Order: SVU

Alex Cabot | Casey Novak | Liz Donnelly | Olivia Benson | Rita Calhoun

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Hilda Spellman | Lilith/Mary Wardwell | Zelda Spellman

Abbott Elementary

Ava Coleman | Melissa Schemmenti

+ characters by Kathryn Hahn

Agatha Harkness | Carla Dunkler | Claire Debella | Eve Fletcher | Olivia Octavius / Doctor Octopus

+ characters by Gwendoline Christie

Brienne of Tarth | Larissa Weems

+ extras

Maura Isles

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Criminal Minds Masterlist Emily Prentiss: Jenifer Jareau: Penelope Garcia: Tara Lewis: Alex Blake:

[why4anne]

Daylight

Part: 7/?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Category: Social Media au

Summary: Follow the love story of a global pop icon and a monegasque F1 driver

Face claim: Taylor Swift (Singing) + others

Masterlist

2022

theathletesgala

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theathletesgala:

Musical guest and award presenter Y/N L/N is in the building. She's wearing a stunning Versace gown and a killer cat eye.

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yourusername: 🫶🫶

y/nenjoyer: she looks STUNNING!!

girlypopy/n: Dare I say... Revenge dress?

vintagel/n: Oh, definitely!

holyleclerc: It's giving Princess Diana

lonely4lifer: Charles, look at what you lost

havemyleclerc: She is the one who fumbled

summery/n: Y/N lost a second tier F1 driver, Charles lost global pop icon, highest streamed female artist, the woman, the myth, the legend Y/N L/N

leclerctingzz: He's not a second tier F1 driver, he's the future of Ferrari

ubery/n: How many WDC?

childofdivorce: Auntie Blake pick me up I'm scared

lewishamilton: @/donatella_versace you outdid yourself with this dress

donatella_versace: Donatella VERSACE💜

theathletesgala:

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theathletesgala:

It's a star-studded event here tonight. Multiple athletes have now made their way onto the red carpet including:

Formula 1 drivers Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton, Footballers Neymar and Alex Morgan, Gymnast Simone Biles, Figure-skater Tessa Virtue and NFL Quarterback Joe Burrow

Keep your eyes open for your favorite athlete to arrive!

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joeyb_9: Such a well organized event!

lewishamilton: Blessed to be here🙏

charles_leclerc: Happy to be included❤️

alexmorgan13: This will be so much fun

moreleclerc: Putting Neymar and Charles beside each other is CRAZY

lilttley/n: Okay but can we talk about how both Lewis Hamilton AND Joe Burrow interacted on the post about Y/N earlier??

gemmal/n: Y/N now has the chance to do the funniest thing ever and get with Max Verstappen

home4l/n: STOP- that would be too iconic

justleclerc: The world is not ready for that sort of chaos

theathletesgala

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theathletesgala:

Miss Y/N L/N what a performance!🙌👏

view comments:

heavenlyy/n: Mother did not come to play tonight!

realy/nfan: fr! She saw that both of her exes were in attendance and said "hold my wine glass"

unifiedy/n: Singing ATW and you're loosing me back to back while STARING at table number 12 (Charles and Neymar's table) is absolutely FOUL!

justl/nthingz: She's so cunty, I love it!

l/ny/nfavorite: Okay but why is no one talking about how she literally sang silver springs by Fleetwood Mac and in true Stevie Nicks fashion was glaring daggers into Charles while doing so!!!!!???

bluey/n: next level balls frfr!

bobbiey/n: Okay but that outfit??? Mother ATE!���

holyl/n: Ass out and everything for Charles to see🤭

justy/nfans: I just know that that man will go home and cry himself to sleep tonight

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celebritynews:

After receiving an anonymous tip from a reliable source, it seems as if Y/N L/N left the athletes gala after party with one of the guests of the night. Who it was is still unclear but stay tuned on celebritynews for more information!

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summery/n: This girl is a wag at heart

flowersbyl/n: That's so true! She does love her athletes😭

y/nleftpinkynail: Honestly she's so real for that😍

l/nbyy/n: Just like me fr!

chad.larsen: She's such a slut!🙄

leclerc_l/n: Bro GTFO with your musty ass comments!!🤢

brianyoung: Watch out whoever it is. She's gonna write a song about you😵‍💫

littley/n: It's almost like THAT'S HER FUCKING JOB???🤯

greenflowers: misogyny☕️

l/nhouse: Okay but who was it???!!!!

justagirl: I think it was Joe Burrow, did you see how he was looking at her while she was performing??😍

godlyy/n: I hope with my entire being that it's Max Verstappen💀

slayvettel: That would be too iconic!!

icemanfan: Y'all tripping, it's gotta be Lewis!

heavenlyy/n: HOLD UP! What if it was Neymar??

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Who I write for :

Criminal Minds

- Emily Prentiss

- Aaron Hotchner

- Spencer Reid

- Jennifer Jareau

- Alex Blake

- Elle Greenaway

- Derek Morgan

- Penelope Garcia

- David Rossi

- Jason Gideon

- Kate Callahan

- Ashley Seaver

Marvel

- Natasha Romanoff

- Yelena Belova(Platonic only)

- Kate Bishop

- Wanda Maximoff

- Carol Danvers

- Tony Stark

Brooklyn 99

- Rosa Diaz

- Amy Santiago

- Gina Linetti

Percy Jackson

- Annabeth Chase

- Hazel Levesque

- Piper McLean (Female reader only)

- Nico Di Angelo (Male reader only)

- Percy Jackson

- Frank Zhang

- Leo Valdez

- Jason Grace

- Reyna Ramirez-Arellano (Platonic Only)

- Will Solace

- Thalia Grace (Platonic only)

- Clarisse La Rue

AGGGTM

- Pippa Fitz-Amobi

- Ravi Singh

- Cara Ward

- Naomi Ward

Wednesday

- Wednesday Addams x reader

- Enid Sinclair x reader

Please request something! Anything really :)

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— state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and what you want with it

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WHAT I WILL WRITE:

platonic

romantic

familial

any gender x any gender

headcanons

poly relationships

sensitive topics

x reader

ships (canon or non-canon, so long as it’s not problematic)

i. i WILL write cheating, but not if a character is going it to the reader/another character. i’ll make someone comforting another person after being cheated on, but i won’t write finnick odair cheating on someone

same thing ^^ goes for homophobic, transphobic, ableist topics like that, and. well i guess the same goes for abuse?

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

smut (i’m 14)

yandere

incest

student x teacher

canonically gay character (ex: wylan van eck) x fem!reader for romantic requests

canonically lesbian character x male!reader for romantic requests

songfics (nothing against them, i just don’t know how!!)

things about ocs

ship fics

character list (more to come!)

❍ = easiest characters to write for

bolded — favourite characters to write for

KEEPER OF THE LOST CITIES

❍ sophie foster, ❍ dex dizznee, fitz vacker, ❍ keefe sencen, ❍ biana vacker, ❍ marellla redek, ❍ maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, ❍ wylie endal, ❍ jensi babblos, stina heks

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

❍ peter pevensie, ❍ edmund pevensie, ❍ susan pevensie, ❍ lucy pevensie, mr tumnus, ❍ caspian, eustace scrubb, jill pole, shasta, aravis

RIORDANVERSE

❍ percy jackson, ❍ annabeth chase, ❍ grover underwood, ❍ jason grace, ❍ piper mclean, ❍ leo valdez, ❍ hazel levesque, ❍ frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, ❍ travis stoll, ❍ connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, ❍ alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane, lester papadopolous, lavinia asimov

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

❍ christine daaé, ❍ raoul de chagny, erik destler, ❍ meg giry

p.s. i’ll write for the movie, musical, book and 1990 miniseries versions!!

HARRY POTTER

harry potter, ❍ hermione granger, ❍ ron weasley, ❍ luna lovegood, ❍ neville longbottom, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, ❍ sirius black, remus lupin, ❍ james potter, ❍ marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes, lily evans

RIDE THE CYCLONE

ocean o’connell rosenberg, ❍ noel gruber, ❍ mischa bachinski, ❍ ricky potts, jane doe, penny lamb, ❍ constance blackwood

SHADOW AND BONE

❍ alina starkov, malyen oretsev, ❍ genya safin, ❍ zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, erm others i accidentally deleted remind me to update this

SIX OF CROWS

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, ❍ jesper fahey, ❍ wylan van eck, nina zenik, matthias helvar

THE OUTSIDERS

ponyboy curtis, ❍ johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, ❍ twobit matthews, ❍ dallas winston

THE HUNGER GAMES

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, ❍ finnick odair, ❍ johanna mason, marvel sanford, clove kentwell, cato hadley, ❍ cinna

IT (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, ❍ stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, ❍ mike hanlon

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

❍ agatha of woods beyond, ❍ sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, ❍ hort of bloodbrook, ❍ hester of ravenswood, ❍ anadil, ❍ dot, nicola, aric, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, leonora lesso, clarissa dovey

THE LAND OF STORIES

❍ alex bailey, ❍ connor bailey, ❍ red riding hood, ❍ jack, ❍ goldilocks, ❍ bree campbell

SCOOBY DOO

daphne blake, ❍ fred jones, shaggy rogers, velma dinkley

LITTLE WOMEN

❍ jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, ❍ laurie

A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER

pippa fitz-amobi, ❍ ravi singh, naomi ward, ❍ cara ward, connor reynolds, ❍ jamie reynolds, nat da silva

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

❍ charlie conway, adam banks, ❍ lester averman, guy germaine, ❍ connie moreau, julie gaffney, ❍ ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson, ❍ fulton reed

DRACULA

dracula, ❍ lucy westenra, mina harker, arthur holmwood, ❍ renfield, dr seward, abraham van helsing, ❍ quincey morris

FRANKENSTEIN

victor frankenstein, ❍ adam frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, justine moritz, ernest frankenstein, henry clerval, the bride

DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE

henry jekyll, ❍ edward hyde, ❍ richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

MONSTER HIGH

gotta update this one guys,,,

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

john bender , ❍ claire standish, allison reynolds, brian johnson, andrew clark

THE POWERPUFF GIRLS

❍ blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium , ❍ brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

DAVID BOWIE

❍ jareth, thomas jerome newton, david bowie

SWEENEY TODD

❍ sweeney, anthony hope, ❍ mrs lovett, johanna

THE ROSEWOOD CHRONICLES

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, ❍ jamie volk, ❍ ollie moreno, ❍ raphael wilcox, ❍ anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

HAIRSPRAY

❍ corny collins, ❍ seaweed j stubbs, amber von tussle, tracy turnblad, penny pingleton, link larkin

MISC. CHARACTERS

sarah williams, ❍ bernard the elf, ❍ rodrick heffley, ❍ varian

[luvervinyl]

could you write a fluff fic or blurb for Alex Blake coming home to you in her sweater and then they CUDDLE

Thank you!! I hope you like it!!🖤✨

Alex Blake x female reader

~ Sweatshirt ~

- After a long case at work, Alex was exhausted and all she wanted to do was hold you in her arms 

- she walked through the door of your shared apartment, and placed her bags down by the door and took off her shoes

- she walked through the apartment, and saw you curled up on the couch in her Sweatshirt

- her heart fluttered at the sight

- Alex walked up to you and crouched down next to the sofa 

- she stroked your hair back behind your ear, and placed a sweet kiss to your temple 

- your eyes blinked open 

- "you're home" you said sleepy

- "yeah" 

- you sat up "how was the case" 

- "talk later, just cuddle now"

- "kay"

- she layed down next to you as she pulled you on top of her 

- you wrapped your legs around her, and she rubbed soothing circles on your back as she stroked your hair with the other

- you just burrows you head deeper into the crook of her neck, taking in the scent you missed so much while she was on cases 

- Alex kissed the top of your head, "love, is that my Sweatshirt you're wearing?"

- you stiffled out a small laugh "yeah, I missed you, and it smells like you"

- you lifted your head up and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips 

- you pulled away for air and rested your forehead against hers

- "I missed you"

- " I missed you too"

- you buried your head back into her neck 

- she kissed the top of your head 

- you both fell asleep wrapped in each others arms

Sorry this is kinda bad, I hope you like it!! 🖤✨

[carmillascrusade]

Lost and found | Alex Blake X F!Reader

Summary: You and Alex are in love with each other but Alex is convinced you love Emily. After a little mishap, you take Alex home where fluff ensues.

Word count: 1,210

A/N: I've been in such a writing slump lately so please excuse me if my writing is a tad off. Apologies for how short it is too.

Dark eyes watched you over the rim of a glass. The liquid sloshing dangerously close to the edge as Alex swirled the burnt umber liquid around her glass. You were across the bar, celebrating Emily’s short return with the rest of the team. Unlike the rest of the team, though, you were bent over the pool table with Emily behind you, guiding your hands as you played against the others. 

Alex couldn’t stand looking at you for any moment longer. Not when you were looking at Emily the way she looked at you. With a defeated sigh, she rose from where she sat, as steady as the sun rose in the morning and set in the afternoon. Risking one last glance at you, the unconscious pull towards you ever present, her heart sank to the depths of her stomach as she realised you were no longer there. 

Nor was Emily.  

The urge to flee the bar and protect herself from further heartbreak, no longer able to endure watching you with Emily, became too persistent to ignore. She went to grab her coat off the stool beside her, huffing out an irritated sigh as it jumped away from her and onto the floor. 

You approached her crouched form. Emily had finally approached the woman she had been eyeing all night, and you had found that you missed Alex’s presence far too much; despite her only being away from you for half an hour. 

“Need a hand?”

She jumped, hitting her head on the stool, as your voice pierced through her quiet struggle. She let out a pained whimper, so muffled that it wouldn’t have been audible unless you were focussed entirely on her. And you were. 

“Oh my god, Alex! I’m so sorry. I never meant to startle you.” You apologised, reaching over to place your hands over her own that cradled the back of her head. 

You removed her hands, checking over her for any visible injuries before rubbing soothing circles into the area she bumped. She looked up at you then, umber eyes wide and doe-like, like a vulnerable animal caught in a trap.

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, uh, fine.” 

You could feel a bump forming on her head from where it hit the stool. She watched your eyes fill with concern over her wellbeing and she couldn’t stop her eyes from glossing over. Her head was killing her and you, the cause of her misfortune in the first place, were here with her. You had left Emily and sought her out.

Her heart warmed at your nurturing gestures. A fine blush spread from her cheeks to her ears; a mix of embarrassment and awe for you swirling into a furious red. Too busy with checking her over and pulling her out of the bar, you hadn't noticed Alex’s meek disposition or the subtle blush she was so desperately trying to hide away. 

You felt awfully guilty. The woman you were besotted with had come to harm due to you. Logically, you knew that it was a mistake, easily done, but you wanted to rectify it as soon as possible. So Alex was getting dragged along to your house whilst you thought of a suitable way to take care of her. Alex followed your lead happily. Who was she to deny you and your wishes? She just wanted to be with you. In whatever way you would allow her to be. 

Alex was curled up on the couch, sprawled out like a tired feline at the end of the day. You had given her a bag of peas covered in a tea towel to soothe the bump on her head. Her hot chocolate was visibly steaming, the marshmallows melted into a pillowy layer on top of the saccharine drink. Yet, despite everything, Alex seemed to be in her own little world. Unresponsive to everything around her. Including you. 

Her favourite film was droning on quietly in the background as you quickly washed the dishes. You had an awful habit of letting them pile up and found that washing them right away decreased the chances of that happening. With a soft sigh, you finished up the dishes and dried your hands. 

Alex hadn’t noticed you approach until you gently coaxed her mug out of her hand before sitting down next to her. You nestled yourself under the blankets, huddling yourself close to Alex and basking in her warmth. Leaning against her, you looked up at her through your lashes before asking her what was plaguing her mind. 

“You and Emily seemed to be having fun today.” 

“Yeah? She was helping me beat Morgan and Reid. Although we still lost…” you grumbled off slightly at the end. 

Alex looked at you then. Watching you carefully. Calculating your every move while mulling over what you had said. A slight frown marred her features, unnoticeable to most, but you knew Alex and you knew her tells. 

“What made you come find me?” The question had been itching her since you found her at the bar. Why had you left Emily to find her? After all, you both looked rather… cosy in the position you were in. 

“I wanted to see you.”

You sounded so sincere, so genuine, that she wished she believed you.

“Why? Was Emily not good enough company?”

“What are you trying to say? For a linguist you aren’t very good at communicating, Alex.” You pulled away from her, clutching the blanket closer to your chest as you studied her face. 

“When did you and Emily start dating?” She asked, picking her nails absentmindedly, waiting for your response. 

“You- you think I’m dating Emily?” 

“Well, aren’t you?” 

“Alex, if you think I’m dating Emily then we haven't been doing what I thought we were doing.” You huffed in annoyance. How could a profiler be so intelligent yet so stupid at the same time. 

“Look at me.” You commanded. She needed to see you, really see you, in order for this to play out right. “The only woman I am interested in is sitting on my couch right now.” 

She blinked at you. Once. Twice. Before her eyes widened in relaxation. Her mouth opened slightly and the delicate blush she tried to hide earlier was back. How could she be so foolish? Insinuating that you were in love with someone else when all of your free time was spent with her. 

“Oh.” Her shame alongside the revelation of your feelings knocked the linguist speechless. 

“For such an educated woman, you sure are foolish.”

“Hey!” She whined, smacking you on the arm as soon as she recovered from the initial shock. 

You reached over and grasped her face between your palms. Your fingers smoothed over her cheekbones as you stared adoringly at her. Alex was kicking herself for not noticing your infatuation earlier for you looked at her as if she hung the moon and the stars. 

“You mean everything to me. Without you I wouldn’t be whole. You complete me. You’re the sun to my moon, my other half. And I wouldn't have anybody else other than you.” You professed with such earnestness that Alex couldn’t help but tear up. 

“Are you going to kiss me now?”

And kiss her you did. 

A/NII: I hope this is alright. All of my free time has been spent watch Rizzoli and Isles, doing college work and knitting 😅 so writing has been at the very back of my mind.

[aesthbaby]

Pet names the bau members call you

Welcome to pt.2 

in honor of my 200th post, I’ll be continuing this.

Here’s part 1 if you haven’t seen it.

Aaron

Honey. I cannot stress this enough but.....honey. Accept it. Hotch is the most domestic, traditional, yet liberal man you have ever known and the one name he loves to call you is Honey. He even does that whole, “Honey, I’m home!” thing when he walks through the door.

Spencer

Darling. But he says it in the softest way possible that makes him sound like the nervous kid you meet at a gala. 

Luke

He likes to play around with your name and generate tons of annoying nicknames from that. Its well know that he’s quite adventurous so there was this one time where he dragged you up a mountain for a six am hike. Not really paying attention to the terrain, you flew over a log that was in the path. Twisting your ankle in the process and having to waddle all the way back, hence the nickname Ducky. There’s also the use of ‘babe’ whenever he brings you around the team. He also likes to call you bunny for some unknown reason.

Tara

Sweetheart primarily and butter cup when you’re angry at her. Even the occasional ‘love’ when she’s asking you to grab something for her. Definitely overuses babe.

Alex

Sweetheart and baby are the primaries, similar to Tara but whenever she’s trying to tease you she’ll throw out a good girl or good boy. Definitely into calling you Prince/ss/x. Carebear is an added bonus, she’s super soft when it comes to you.

we gone have to leave Matt outta this cause he got like five kids and a wife. And I feel like I’d get cancelled.

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Stumbling West

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Chapter 10

Sweet Sound of Silence

i.e. Season 8 Episode 1

Chapter summery: A new agent is introduced and some relationship rules get blurred.

TW: Talks of criminal minds case, typical criminal minds jargon,

AN: This is sort of just a chapter to introduce Blake to the story but there is some relationship fluff that I love :)

word count: 2,186

Series Master List

“How’s Emily doing?”

“Brilliant and lovely.”

You, JJ, and Reid greet Derek and Penelope when they enter the bullpen. They have just spent the last 10 days in London, with Emily.

After JJ’s wedding, she decided to take the INTERPOL job to run the London office. You’re sad to see your friend leave, but you know it’s what is best for her. She died, not physically, but who she once was is gone now and she needs to be able to find herself again. You support her 100% in this decision.

“Her apartments off the chain.” Morgan tells all of you, only to be interrupted by Garcia, “You mean her flat.”

Conversation goes on a little more, Presents are handed out, when Garcia sobers up, going and asking about your new teammate, Alex Blake, “How’s the new? Is she nice?”

“Yeah, she is.” JJ responds to her.

“I’m just asking.” Garcia defends herself, putting her hands up, “Reid do you know she was recruited when she was 24?”

“I’ve guest lectured in her forensic linguistics class before.”

Garcia rolls her eyes, “Of course you have ‘cause she’s a professor and an agent, which is so impressive.”

“No, really, she’s great.” You try and reassure your dramatic friend.

“Well you would think that! You both graduated from Berkeley and you both got recruited by the government at young ages. Now you guys and Reid will probably form a doctors club and have inside jokes-“

“Oh a doctors club.” Reid pipes in while Garcia keeps going, not noticing the person walking up behind her.

“- And my point is, clearly, she is smart and capable, but is she nice?”

Morgan clears his throat, putting his hand on his face to hide his laughing.

“Oh dear god this is happening, where I keep talking and the person is behind…” Garcia trails off as she turns around, coming face to face with Blake, “…me”

You and Reid make eye contact, both turning away and walking towards your desks before the conversation could get more awkward.

Just as you are about to sit down, Rossi and Aaron come through the doors, “Don’t unpack.”

The team makes there way to the round table, as Aaron stands in front, arms crossed over his chest, to give the case details, “A few hours ago there was a prison transfer to the county hospital in Abilene, Texas. The ambulance crashed and the prisoner escaped.”

You grab the file from Erin Strauss as she passes it to you. She’s been showing her face around the team more often since the bank robbery, and you’re not entirely sure how to feel about that. Based off the cold shoulder you see Blake give her, you’re not the only one. Though that seemed more personal than bureaucratic related.

“Aren’t the US Marshals on this?”

“Yes they are, but they need your help because his is what they found inside.”

Video of the crime scene gets pulled up, and everyone sees the inside of the ambulance.

Well that’s not good.

“So the prisoner is the silencer.” You state, bit of intrigue in your voice.

“Or it’s a copycat.” Rossi theorizes.

Aaron shakes his head, “Forensics confirmed it’s the same unique double knot Ligature he used in the last three murders.”

“His last known victim was in 2004 and he was never caught.” Reid shares.

When you land in Texas you, Reid, and Dave, all go to check out John Doe’s cell at the prison. The cell is filled with books and papers, each piece pointing to a solitary existence. He liked being alone, escaping his mind through other peoples words.

“The most worn book is ‘The Count of Monte Cristo.” You point out, flipping through the pages.

“Of course it is.” Rossi says ironically, picking up some of the notebooks on the shelf, “The lead characters only purpose was to seek vengeance. Maybe he relates.”

“It’s in French.”

The older man raises his eyebrows at that, “Didn’t see that coming. Looks like he wrote a lot too.”

“He’s been pent up physically and verbally far too long.” Reid states.

“So he gets into his first fight within days of being here. It got him a weeks worth of solitary.”

Reid tilts his head, “That pattern escalated until he eventually killed an inmate, got out of solitary and killed another.”

“So he silenced his victims before he gets inside. His actions get him silenced while he’s here. Ironic?” Rossi wonders.

You shrug, “His two forms of expression are silence and rage. Maybe his writings will tell us why.”

The three of you gather the notebooks and make your way to the precinct.

If there is one thing you hate about your job, it’s the motel showers. Most of the cases you are called in on are in small suburban areas, which means you stay in the towns local motel 6’s, instead of hotels. Hotels at least have the decency to have proper water pressure, even if they are bad at everything else. But motels? Never.

The crime scene you and the team went to tonight was, a lot, to put it mildly, and the only thing you wanted once you got back to where you and the team were staying, was a hot shower, to wash off all the gross that comes with this job. But stepping out of the shower now, you don’t feel as good as you were hoping to.

The water was luke warm at best, and the low pressure didn’t make you feel like you were actually getting clean, nor did the shower calm you like you were hoping. With an annoyed huff and a shake of your head, you go through with the rest of your nightly routine, before putting on your pajamas, soft shirt and shorts, hoping to maybe get a few good hours of sleep tonight to lift your mood.

Just as you are leaving the small bathroom, there is a knock on your door. You grab your gun that is on one of the bedside tables, not expecting anyone to be knocking this late, everyone you know should be sleeping, before walking towards the door and looking out the peephole.

Seeing who is on the other side, you open the door with a questioning look on your face, greeting your boyfriend, who is also wearing his pajamas, “Hey?”

Aaron smiles at you, eyes taking in your legs, before moving up to your face, “Hi.”

A small chuckle leaves your mouth, opening the door wider to allow him to walk in, “What are you doing here?”

Aaron, your wonderful boyfriend, that you love very much, also happens to be your boss, and you both made a rule when you started seeing each other.

When on a case, stay completely professional.

The lines got blurred a bit during the bank case. And during the last case in Seattle, when one of the local cops wouldn’t stop flirting with you. Aaron kissed you on the cheeks in front of him, when you were handing him a file. Aaron Hotchner can be a possessive man when he wants to be, not that you minded, the cop was annoying you.

Lucky for you, the rest of the team wasn’t in the department, but you have a feeling JJ knows there’s something going on between you and your boss. It’s really just a matter of time before the rest of the team finds out. You told Emily, before she left for London, and although she promised to keep it a secret, she did let it slip that she knew you were attracted to one another. You figure the rest have picked up on that too.

But, you both agreed to the rules, knowing that although it’s not technically against protocol, it is highly frowned upon. It’s why he refers to you by your last name at work and you call him Hotch in front of the others.

“What? I can’t come say goodnight to my girlfriend, that I only got to see today very briefly?”

You raise your eyebrows amusingly at him, “You can. But aren’t you the one that made these rules so we wouldn’t blur the lines on the job?”

“I know.” Aaron sighs, shoulders dropping, “But I missed you.”

This makes you pout at him, heart warming. He reaches out and grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him, “Plus, the lines are already blurred.” He says, resting his forehead on yours, “I’m pretty sure they were blurred the moment you walked into the conference room looking for Derek.”

This pulls a laugh from you, as you reach up and place a quick kiss to his lips, “I do remember thinking you were very attractive with that beard.”

He smirks at you, dropping another sweet kiss to your lips, “And what about without the beard?”

“The most handsome man.”

Aaron shakes his head at you, eyes gazing at you lovingly, “This is highly inappropriate of me to ask,” He jokes sarcastically, before his voice turns soft, “Can I just stay and hold you tonight?”

And there goes your heart again. Breaking into tiny pieces by this sweet, sweet, man in front of you. You swear he tries to make you cry on purpose or something.

“You don’t have to ask babe. You’re always welcome.”

You both fell asleep to the sound of the silent hotel room, and the rhythm of your heartbeats beating together.

With a kiss to your forehead and a small, “See you later.” Aaron sneaks out of your room before your alarm even sounds.

There was yet, another murder committed in the middle of the night, and now you and the team are around the conference room, given to you by the local police, trying to figure out where this John Doe is going next.

“ Ok, so he leaves words until today. Maybe he’s closer to what he’s looking for?” JJ shares her theory.

You shrug, “He could have already found it.”

“If he feels satisfied, he may disappear.” Morgan nods, going off your thought.

Blake hums thoughtfully, “We’re too close to let that happen.”

“Alright, then we go back to the first kills.” Aaron proposes, “3 women, late 40s, all working class. Mothers, Brunettes, beaten and left in a ditch. That was his message. He hated them.”

“Maybe he’s not targeting the women anymore because he already killed the person he blames?” You wonder.

“Most likely his mother.” Blake states.

Aaron nods, dialing the office phone in front of him, “We should have Garcia run all of the victims names again.”

“At your service.” Her voice comes through the speaker.

“Pull up the ‘04 victims.”

You hear her typing, “Done.”

“We need a list of their children.”

“Ok, next of kin, state welfare, give me a sec.” More typing is heard before she speaks again, “Gotcha! Ok. Some were put into foster care after their moms died, runaways, truancy, not good.”

“Any incarcerated?”

“A handful. Do you have anymore parameters?”

“Uh, not yet.” Aaron tells her, “Just send us the list.”

You all look through the files of the first victims, going over them together and looking through their family history. Trying to find anything that could lead you to the guy or what it was he was looking for.

The ending to the case is a somber one. You were able to save a fathers life, and his children from witnessing it be taken away. But your John Doe, who’s real name is John Myers, didn’t have the same fate. You saw that Aaron was rattled by it. Not being able to save everyone, even the bad. But there wasn’t much support you were able to give him in front of the team.

Which is why you were a bit surprised when he sat across from you on the plane. He usually takes the loner seat in the back to spread out and do paperwork uninterrupted, but you welcomed the close proximity. You would feel his gaze on you briefly every few minutes, or a foot nudge your leg here or there. Anytime you would look up though, he would be looking down at the file in front of him, doing his work. The only evidence of his mischief being a small amused smile on his face.

When you finally did catch his eye, the plane was getting ready to land, it was full of warmth and tenderness. You sent a fond smile his way, hoping it would display exactly what you wanted to tell him in that moment, but weren’t willing to risk the prying ears of the team surrounding you.

I love you.

Your wish being granted by the small nod and discreet wink sent back to you.

I know.

Gathering your things to get off and head to the SUV outside that will take you back to headquarters, Aaron filed in behind you on the way out, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Come over tonight?”

You turn your head slightly to look back at him, sending him a small nod and a wink of your own.

********

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[writteninthegarden]

How It Needs to Be

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

AN: I played with the timeline here a tad by introducing Alex Blake earlier than in the series. I wrote the brief interaction Reader has with Blake for a later idea, but ended up moving it up here. Writing angst is difficult. I almost wanted to skip back to more fluff…luckily bearded Hotch is just around the corner 😊

Summary: Reader is surprised and concerned at how easily Aaron appears to go back into his usual work routine after Emily’s “death.” Aaron comes clean about something he did months ago in an attempt to protect Reader…an argument ensues. Aaron learns he’s being temporarily reassigned to Pakistan. He worries about leaving Reader since she knows the truth about Emily. Aaron suggests what Reader considers an unnecessary step to keep her safe from anyone who might be connected to Doyle while he’s away.

Word Count: 3341

Warnings: SFW, but it’s angsty. Language, generic mention of past trauma

You expected the next workday to be rough. Needless to say, you were caught by surprise with how together and normal Aaron seemed when he picked you up that morning. His appearance was now back to his usual prim and proper. He was cleanshaven and you could’ve sworn his hair looked shorter.

“Hey, handsome. How are you today?”

“I’m okay, babe.” He looked at you almost as if he debated adding in why do you ask? He leaned over for a quick kiss.

“Did you get a haircut?”

“Oh, yeah. Sometimes I can catch my barber late.” He gave you a half smile and then brought his eyes back to the road.

“How do you do it?”

“The haircut?”

You shot him a look. “No, not that. How can you be so…I don’t know…normal and like business as usual after everything that happened?”

He sighed. “I guess…what other option do I have? My team needs me to be in control and have my shit together. Then the higher ups expect that even more from me. I have an adhoc meeting that I’m pretty sure will be Strauss’ boss laying into me the whole time.”

“Yikes, that meeting sounds rough. I hope you know that you don’t have to have your shit together around me. Baby, it’s normal for there to be days when you just need to spazz out or let yourself put down the cool, calm, and collected persona.”

“Thank you, honey. I know. I tried that yesterday.”

“Mhmm, and was it so bad?”

“Terrible, actually.” You were relieved to see the corner of his mouth turned up and the glint in his eyes that confirmed he was being a smart ass. He pulled into a parking space and set the car in park.

“Wise guy. Either way, I really appreciate you being honest with me. I know there will always be things you just can’t tell me, but I’ve seen the extra effort you’re making to let me in.”

“I should’ve sooner” he mumbled.

“What’s that, babe?”

“Nevermind.” He tried to shrug off whatever he said.

“Aaron…” you took his hand in yours. “You know the nothing and nevermind stuff drives me crazy. Please tell me?”

He released a long sigh. “This isn’t the time. That’s why I dropped it.”

“Could you pick it back up? Come on. You know my mind will be running wild otherwise.”

“I need to tell you something that will upset you. I want to own up to something that I kept from you.”

He released your hand you pulled it back over to cross your arms.

“Okay…”

“I was responsible for the JTF in Colorado.”

“What? How?” You scoffed. “You weren’t even out there. How would you have been in charge?”

“I wasn’t in charge, Y/N. What I mean is I’m the reason you got sent out there.”

“As in like you nominated me or something? I’m not understanding.”

“No, not like that I’m afraid. Basically, you got sent out there because I asked someone to do it. Honey, the timing-”

“Oh, my god. Foyet.” You covered your mouth with your hands.

“Yes.”

“God, I must be a really shitty agent to believe that was coincidental.” You laughed sarcastically to yourself mostly.

“You’re a good agent.” He locked eyes with you, but you couldn’t keep staring. You looked away.

“I can’t be…you sent me away…on a wild goose chase damn it. Aaron, I told you that task force seemed rushed and random.”

“I understand if you have questions.” He turned towards you, but you fixed your glance out the window still.

“Just one, really. Why? Aaron, I understand that there will always be things you have to keep me in the dark about…I guess I just never considered there would also be things you’d prefer me to be out of your way. I don’t know how to feel about being shipped away. I mean, did I ask one too many questions?”

“No, it wasn’t anything you did. Please believe that if nothing else.”

“Then why? I think you owe me that at the least, Aaron.” You turned to meet his eyes still fixed on you.

He let out a long sigh. “You asked me to protect you.”

Those 6 words hit you. You did ask him that.  You felt your anger slightly soften.  Only slightly though.

“I also asked you not to shut me out.  I’d say secretly arranging to have me shipped out west falls under that.”

“Y/N, you don’t understand. I knew at some point he was going to come after me and anyone close to me.  We didn’t think you were on his radar, but we could never be sure since he was so methodical about what he wanted us to know that he knew and when.”

“I could’ve helped, Aaron.”

“No, you couldn’t have. Don’t say that!” It threw you to hear him raise his voice.

“Why?”

“Because-” he paused and softened his tone. “I couldn’t even help keep my wife and son safe from him. I did everything I could think of, called in every god damn favor I possibly could and he still found a way.”

You felt really bad. It had to hurt him to have all of this stirred up again, but he was also guarded.  His wall was going back up and that was the worst part.  You could see he was hurting, but he put on such a firm tone that you knew you couldn’t get near him emotionally.

“Aaron, you did everything you could.  He preyed on the love you and your family had for each other and used it to manipulate you all.”

“I can’t do this right now.” Just like that he had compartmentalized, and the stoic front was fully engaged again.  “You’re pissed about Colorado.  I’m sorry.  It was what I felt I had to do.  Please accept that.”

Just when you thought you guys had made some progress…the walls are back up.

“You weren’t my boss making that call though, Aaron.  You were my boyfriend…I think at least.  Hard to remember because that was another thing I felt I had to walk on eggshells around you.  If I showed that I cared above some predetermined level that only you knew and decided you would instantly close me out.”

“You’re welcome to file a complaint or grievance to share your concern.  Shall I print out the paperwork for you?”

You both managed to keep our tone and volume at a normal level.  Sometimes those arguments were more intimidating than having one person shout. You wanted to scream at him, but did your best to match his tone and go toe to toe with him.

“No, but if you’re going to take this professional bullshit attitude with me then I need some space. This is a lot and I can’t just accept it right now.”

“I understand. Take whatever time you need. I’ll try and keep my professional bullshit attitude out of your way. Now I have to go have likely a similar tempered conversation with my higher ups.”

He got out of the car and slammed the door shut. You wanted to sit for a minute and collect yourself, but you remembered you were in his damn car. So awkward.

You exited his car and had to still walk to the freaking elevator together. Parking garages are possibly the worst place to have an argument. Aaron stopped outside the elevator lobby entrance and for a moment you thought he might want to say something. Turned out he had a call he had to return and told you to go ahead. You weren’t sure if that was true, but you knew for certain things were incredibly tense.

~

You were just getting back to your desk after your first meeting when you saw that Aaron was calling. You let it go to voicemail, but then felt bad about it. On the one hand, you asked for some space. However, you also asked him not to close you out and realized picking up his call could be worth it.

You called him back.

“Sorry I missed…didn’t answer before. What’s up?” You sat down and rolled your chair closer to your desk.

“That’s okay. Listtsen, we need to talk. Can you come to my office?”

Fuck. There were the 4 words no one ever wanted to hear. This was too much to deal with during work.

“Oh. Can we talk after work? I can’t balance this all right now.” You were being completely honest.

“No, it’s best if we talk as soon as possible. I just found out I need to leave for an assignment. I think we should take a break.”

What the actual…? You turned to look at your phone as if you could somehow confirm you heard him correctly.

“I’m on my way.”

~

You practically speedwalked along the edge of the BAU bull pen like you owned the damn place.  You were so focused on storming into Aaron’s office that you stopped just short of walking right into a woman coming out of a conference room.

“I’m so sorry.  I wasn’t watching where I was going. Running from one meeting to the next I sometimes get this tunnel vision.” You straightened out your blazer.

“No problem, it’s a busy place.  Is someone expecting you?  I’m Agent Blake.”

“Hi, I’m Agent Y/L/N from White Collar.  I’m hoping to catch Agent Hotchner if he’s available.”

“But he’s not expecting you? Why don’t you have a seat and I can see if he’s working today.”

Oh, my god.  You didn’t have time to play keep away with this woman.  Luckily Derek walked out of the conference room this Agent Blake was just inside. His eyes widened when he realized who was standing with his coworker.

“Hey, Y/N!  It’s good to see you.  White Collar let you away long enough to come say hi?”

“Derek!  I know it’s been too long!”  I went in for a hug knowing Derek wouldn’t mind and it would hopefully show this Agent Blake character that I didn’t need to be stopped and questioned like a suspect.

Derek hugged you back and then said, “Oh, I’m sorry.  Y/N, this is Dr. Alex Blake.  She’s consulting with us.  Blake, this is Special Agent Y/N Y/L/N.  She’s an old friend of ours.”

You were so thankful Morgan handled that smoothly and didn’t trip over the part about how you knew the BAU. You and Aaron weren’t hiding but didn’t broadcast that you were dating…or were dating…all the more reason you needed to get to his damn office.

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Blake.  Derek, I was just telling Dr. Blake that I’m hoping to catch Aaron if he’s not busy.” In your head you added, because I know he’s working today, Dr. Blake…so just come out and say if you think I’m some suspicious stalker.

“Yeah, of course.  I think he’s in his office.  He might be on a call or video conference though.”

“I’ll make sure to knock. Thanks, Derek.”

“No problem, it was good seeing you.”

“You too!”

You continued down the hallway without saying anything else to Dr. Blake.  She rubbed you the wrong way and you were done dealing with her.

Suddenly you found yourself at Aaron’s office door.  You brought my hand up to knock loudly.

“Come in.”

You opened the door, but just crept inside the slightest bit so he could see it was you.  Briefly, he looked up from his computer.  “Wow, that was fast.”

“Are you on a call or virtual meeting?”  You pointed to his laptop.

“No, just paperwork as usual.  Please, come in.”

“Thanks.”

Just then his office phone rang.

“Sorry, Y/N.  I just need to grab this.”

“No problem” you said as you took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“Hotchner.”

“Yes, please do. What’s on your mind, Blake?”  Ugh, HER again, you thought. You were a little rusty on trying to decipher more from the conversation only hearing one end of it, but still tried.

“No, everything is fine.”

You could just barely hear your new pal on the other end of the line.

“Are you sure?  She seemed a little disorganized and stressed to find you.  I also noted that she used both you and Morgan’s first names instead of last, which seemed more like a personal old friend than a professional one.”

“Blake, I’m all set. I’ll remind you that part of my job is meeting with other agents who might need a consult and yes sometimes it’s more urgent than others.”

You couldn’t quite hear her reply, but assumed it was arguing or back pedaling.  Aaron said goodbye and hung up shortly after, so your guess would be back pedaling.

“Sorry about that. Linguists.  It’s hard to turn off those skills.” He walked over to close his door and blinds. “I’m also very sorry about earlier.”

“Aaron, can you just come out with it?” You had the terrible suspicion you’d been called down to be dumped at Quantico and felt no need to drag that out.

“Out with what?” He came back over and leaned against the front of his desk, which was just to the side of you.

“Come on. We need to talk. I know what that means…I am going to try and keep my cool since you insisted on doing this at work, but let me just say that you sure have got some balls to dump me at work.”

“I love you, Y/N.” You were confused because his expression was genuine.

“You love me, but…you can finish the sentence.”

“I’m being sent overseas.”

“For a case with the team?”

“No, just me. Things are a bit complicated after what happened. The higher ups want me out of the picture for a while I think. Truthfully, I’ve wondered if the unsub has a connection in the Bureau.”

You gave him a confused look and motioned with your index finger to hold on. You found a blank piece of note pad paper and jotted down what you didn’t want to say aloud.

Could your office be bugged?!

He shook his head no and reached for the piece of note pad paper to jot down his reply.

No, Garcia swept it.

“Sorry” you mused. “White collar crime force of habit. You’d be surprised how often people assume their office is untouchable. But we’re good, so go on…”

“Don’t worry. Not my first rodeo. I have no idea how long I’ll be gone. Right now all I really know and can share is I’m going to South Asia. It’s doubtful I’ll have consistent contact with anyone back home. I’d like to see if I can get JJ back here, but that could take some time.” He paused to take a breath and collect himself. “If there is a leak I’m really worried about you while I’m away. Isolating me from you and the team could be the first step of a plan to seek intel.”

“Aaron, don’t take this the wrong way…but anyone who even remotely knows you would know you’re tight lipped. What good would it do them to ask any of us?”

“Could be leverage.” He looked down at his shoes and then back up at you.

“So where does that leave us then? I’m not schlepping out to Colorado again, Hotchner.”

His face fell.

“Hey” you reached out to touch his forearm. “That was a joke. Poorly timed, apparently.”

He took your hand and pulled you up to stand between his legs. He remained leaning on the edge of his desk and brought his other hand to your hip.

“I think we should go on a break.”

“Are you fucking serious? You’re the king of mixed signals then.” Disgusted, you tried to back away from him, but his grip kept you in place.

“Hear me out. I need to make sure you’re safe. If I can’t be here, I think the best option is to distance you from me as far as any onlookers are concerned.” You felt his hand leave your hip.

“Aaron…how many times are we going to do this?” You stepped slightly back. “There will always be danger out there. I mean, we’re both FBI agents so odds are one of us will piss some bad guy off again.”

“This is different. It’s personal. I feel guilty that I put you in this position.”

“You mean you feel guilty for telling me yesterday? I don’t regret that.” You weren’t sure what was happening. Instinctively you found yourself putting some more distance between you, as if that could somehow protect your heart. You moved to stand behind one of his office chairs and casually rested your hands on the back of the chair.

“It’s complicated.”

“I disagree. Aaron, if you love me then don’t break up with me.”

“It’s just while I’m away…and for appearances primarily.” He crossed his arms now you noticed.

“What appearances? Outside of your team who even knows we’re dating? I’m pretty sure this is only like the second time I’ve even come down here during business hours.” You tried your best to keep your voice soft and tone even. This was getting ridiculous though.

“It’s not my team. If there is someone, we’re probably unaware of them. It’s unlikely they’d make themselves known and risk tipping us off.” He stood up from his desk and started pacing.

“Aaron, love. I’m worried.” You stepped in front of his path and gently hugged him. He pulled you in close.

“I know, I’m sorry. If we just follow my plan, sweetheart-”

You interrupted him to clarify. “No, I mean I’m worried about you. I really don’t think we need to do all this.” That’s when you connected the dots. “I think what happened to Emily possibly triggered past trauma…from Foyet.”

You felt his whole body instantly stiffen. Next, he pulled away from your embrace with the reflex speed of someone who just touched a hot pan.

“Don’t bring him into this!” Aaron’s gaze could’ve burned right through you. He tried to calm himself down as he paced some more and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry I raised my voice. Trust me that he has nothing to do with this. “We need to take a break and the story needs to be consistent. Jack has a break from school soon and Jessica wants to take him on a trip. I won’t tell him yet, but everyone else needs to know we broke up…including Jessica and Garcia. You could even go out for coffee with someone to make it more believable.”

You thought to yourself, well, if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck…it might be a real breakup.

You released a long sigh. “This is what you want then?” You knew for sure there was no one else you wanted to be with on a coffee date.

“No, it’s not what I want. Unfortunately, it’s how it needs to be.”

While you were not a mental health professional, you suspected this likely would be how he thinks it needs to be until he processed through any of his past trauma. You weren’t convinced this wasn’t related to everything Foyet put him through, but you could tell he would not be receptive to that idea.

Honestly, you had no clue if going along with what felt like paranoia to you would be helpful or hurtful. All that you knew was that the man you love genuinely believed this pretend breakup was the way to keep you safe while he was away. The timing could not have been worse. Aaron needed more time, but duty called. You knew he wouldn’t be able to push back on this, likely thanks to a combination of work politics and the impossibly high standards he holds for himself.

“Okay” you almost whispered.

“Okay?” He walked right over to where you stood.

You nodded. “We should take a break.”

~Next Part to Follow~

[neuroprincess]

Criminal Minds - First Date + First Kiss (Preferences)

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: Alex Blake, Elle Greenaway, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia and Tara Lewis

Warnings: None

Word count: +1000

Alex Blake

- You were welcomed by the team and they celebrated the arrival of the new member with an evening party at the bar, but the two of you were so engrossed in each other's company that you barely enjoyed the celebration, talking about the shared past and your years living out of the country. After a few hours you eventually left the party and she took you to her house where she prepared a homemade meal, Alex couldn't take her eyes from you as enjoyed the food. "I missed you." she says simply and shrugs her shoulders "You enjoyed Ita..." You interrupt Alex and bring your lips together in a spontaneous kiss, she doesn't kiss back immediately so you assume she doesn't return the feelings and try to move away only to be pulled by the linguist into a passionate kiss.

Elle Greenaway

- Your cousin left with her friends earlier than expected and Elle invited you to spend the night with her in town, you readily accepted, wanting to enjoy what Washington has to offer. After many tequilas, loud music, drunken conversations and games, she took you back to the hotel, the both of you can barely stand up from how drunk you are and end up tangled on the room carpet in a tickle fight. "You know, I used to like arguing with you, it was fun." the agent spoke up as the two are tired, lying down next to each other. "Is this your way of finally confessing that you like me?" you asked jokingly, she seemed to tense up before laughing and nodding. "Well, I like you too, Elle." you whispered and turned your face to face the brunette, then kissed her, slowly and nonchalantly.

Emily Prentiss

- You exchanged phone numbers at the hospital and after weeks of texting and calling before bedtime, she invited you to dinner, but your two professions caused this event to be postponed dozens of times, there was always a last minute case or an emergency birth. And that was fine, you both understood your respective responsibilities. Until one Friday night when, after returning from a long and difficult shift, you meet a certain brunette at your apartment door, holding several bags of food from your favorite restaurant and a bottle of wine. The fact that she remembered little details like your favorite restaurant made your heart warm and the burden of work forgotten in seconds. You just walked up to and kissed her, a light touch on the lips, a lingering kiss before you pulled away as you realized what just did. "I'm sorry." was the only thing you could manage to say, not having the courage to look at her face. "Well, I was hoping for the third date, but..." she whispered and cracked a big smile, you blushed, taking courage to finally lift your eyes to meet the agent with a smug and excited expression. "Please, do it again."

Jennifer Jareau

- She visited you almost every day but a new case came up the day before the doctor released you, she lamented this and texted that she would make up for it. A few days later the blonde showed up at your door, with a bouquet of lilac roses and a box of chocolates. You invited her to dinner and Jareau insisted on helping you in the kitchen, mainly because of your current physical condition, but also to be able to spend quality time by your side, during your stay in the hospital you two had created a special bond. And this scenario repeated itself several times after that, occasional dinners became lunches and this led to an afternoon baking bread together. "Y/N, there's some dough on your face." she said casually, you tried to wipe it off and ran your hand several times trying to get the dirt off, failing miserably, drawing laughter from Jennifer. "Here, honey." she moved closer and ran her thumb along the edge of the apple of your cheek, too close, irresistible, then the blonde closed the distance pulling you around the waist and bringing your lips together in a sweet and gentle kiss.

Penelope Garcia

- When she invited you to the bar you thought it was an official date and were disappointed to find yourself with the BAU team, but you enjoyed the company and had fun with them, especially Luke, who taught you how to throw dice. Garcia regretted at the time to invite her co-workers, but panicked when you accepted the invitation to go out together again. Hours later, the two of you are in her orange cadillac, chatting in front of your house not wanting the night to end. "Do you like Luke?" She asked suddenly, jealousy eating her up inside after witnessing the chemistry you and he had. You just denied with your head and she continued "And are you into someone else?" You nodded and before she could have any reaction, you moved closer to her and kissed the corner of the hacker's lips. "Pen, you are so smart for some things and so slow for others." The blonde cracked a bright smile and turned her face to kiss you properly, giving you a passionate and needy kiss, something she had wanted to do since she met you.

Tara Lewis

- You enjoyed the evening gossiping, drinking wine, venting about bad times and bonding, it was so nice to talk to her outside the bubble of patient and psychologist politics, you ended up sleeping on the couch with her while you guys watched some random reality show. The next week she picked you up after work with that amazing vintage car and drove you to a park where she had organized a picnic (with David's help) in the evening, a variety of snacks, delicacies and wine. "There are a few parts missing, but I'm almost finished restoring the Mustang 66, we can drive around if you'd like." You smiled unconsciously as you saw her so excitedly talking about cars, finding it adorable how dedicated and passionate about it she is. "I'd love to." and on an impulse you moved closer to her, bringing your lips together in a lingering kiss. The taste of wine still present on her soft lips, her hands wandering to your face, stroking your hair as she asks permission with tongue to enter, when it happens she pulls you into a real, gentle and passionate kiss.

[arwenlalaith]

To Silver Glass

Ship: Alex Blake/Reader

Summary: alex blake x female reader where reader has a bad day and alex comforts her and then the reader falls asleep in alex’s lap?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 717

Author's Note: anyway...so this has been sitting in my inbox for like a million years and I'm sorry it took so long. Hope this works for you, anon!

You lay in bed, curled in the fetal position, shivering. The window was open, even though the late fall warmth of the afternoon had long since bled into near freezing temperatures. You hadn’t felt like getting up to shut it. What was the point? You didn’t feel it anyway. Not really.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called from the foyer. “Are you home?”

You’d been planning on attending a get-together with a few friends, but at the last minute had been overcome with a heavy sense of apathy and had decided to stay home. You did that a lot lately. Part of you worried that you were disappointing your friends, but a greater part of you was pretty sure they had only invited you out of a sense of obligation and were actually glad you hadn’t showed up.

You didn’t respond to the voice, weren’t sure you trusted your voice not to give away far too much of your tremulous emotional state.

Soft footfalls approached, the bedroom door swung open. “Brr!” Alex exclaimed, “It’s freezing in here, Y/N...” She crossed the room to shut the window. “Aren’t you cold?”

You shrugged, said nothing.

The next moment, the edge of the bed dipped as Alex sat down next to you, her hand landing on your back. “Y/N?” she said again. “Are you okay?”

You shrugged again. You weren’t sure of the answer either way.

Wordlessly, Alex slipped off her shoes and moved to curl her body around yours. Her breath was warm on the back of your neck, making you suddenly realize just how cold you really were.

You opened your mouth as if to say something, but as soon as you tried, a sob burst forth unbidden. Internally, you cursed yourself for the sound giving away more than you’d planned, but there was no taking it back now. Instead, you exhaled shakily, cleared your throat, exhaled again, but said nothing.

For a moment, you worried that Alex would comment on the momentary escape of emotions, but she said nothing, just clung to you all the more. Her embrace felt a lot like love. Or, at least, what you assumed love felt like. You didn’t have all that much to compare it to.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat?” she murmured by your ear. Not a reprimand, even though she knew you probably hadn’t eaten that day. Just an offer, gentle in her concern.

You shook your head.

“How about a hot bath?” she suggested. “That always makes me feel better when I’m down...”

You shrugged. What you really wanted was for her to keep holding you. To anchor you in that moment when, at least for a little while, things felt more or less...okay.

You didn’t say that, though. You didn’t say anything.

“I miss you, you know?” Alex said after several long moments of silence. “When I’m gone. It feels like being adrift in a restless sea.”

You laughed. Once. Small, but full of disbelief. You could hardly think her words true when she was the sole calm port in your storm.

“It’s true,” she insisted. “You keep me steady when I feel anything but. And some days, it’s all I can do to remember that you’re waiting here for me and that knowledge is enough to keep me tethered.”

For a moment, it was almost enough to know that someone as strong and steady and together as Alex Miller had ever felt as fragmented as you did in that moment.

You rolled over in her arms so you could meet her gaze, offer her a faint smile that you hoped said everything you didn’t currently possess the words to say. (If her responding smile was any indication, it did.)

“Sing to me?” you asked.

She stroked your hair gently, eyes shining with more love than you felt worthy of as she leaned in to kiss your forehead.

You dropped your head to her chest as she began to sing, still stroking your hair tenderly. Your eyes fell closed and, even for a moment, allowed yourself to believe that things really might be okay.

“Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face? Soon you will see, all of your fears will pass away. Safe in my arms, you’re only sleeping...”