#aaron hothner x reader

[softhairedhotch]

HAHAHAHA NO WORRIES PLS TAKE UR TIME TO ANSWER MY ASKS!!!! hope u are had a good sleep n are taking care of urself 🫶🫶 and AWWW THANK U pleaseeeee i wish i really did actually Write Write 😪 i just have a very active imagination n too many thoughts...

BUTTT i have to admit.. i did come up with a male oc last time.. may have dumped many thoughts about him n aaron... the premise is that oc joined the BAU and somewhere along the line, aaron and him became FWBs 🤭🤭 n they text A LOT which forms the basis of their friendship n closeness.

i think some of these scenarios r SOOO FUNNY EMBARRASSING bc there's so many ways where i picture them getting close calls and ALMOST getting caught. like they're both super intelligent n responsible men but the moment they're insanely horny... their brains fly out the window 😭😭... but i'd say it'll be AGES before i ever publish something concrete bc i need to brush up my Descriptive writing skills first LMFAOOO (bc i'm more of an academic writer which just focuses on getting to the point so my vocabulary is like. Horrible.) but lmk if u ever wna hear any of them bc i'll be more than happy to share HEHEHE .

maybe one day i'd just come off anon n create an account to actually talk Talk to u but I'm Shy 😪👉👈 LMFAOOOOOO SORRY this is SOOOO funny thinking abt how i literally said the most god awful filthiest things abt aaron n im yapping abt being embarrassed

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I WANNA ANSWER YOUR ASKS IMMEDIATELY OUGH THEY'RE JUST SO GOOOOOD!! curse stupid silly tumblr app formatting asks so that i can't read it when i'm tryna answer </3 and GOD I GETCHA, that's how i used to be and sometimes get with some characters/fandoms but with aaron i just gotta WRITE !! i have way too many ideas though so i only get the short one-shots out and not the stuff i really wanna write, like the multi-chapter fics n angst and stuff with my ocs </3 i'm praying i can sometime soon

YESYESYEYESYESYESYSEY I LOOOOOOOOVE MALE OC'S HOLY FUCK PLEAE PLEASE PLESAEEEE LEMME KNOW ANYTJHING AND EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR OCS!! like i live off of oc's, ESPECIALLY MALE OC'S oh my god i have SO MANY and so many plans for aaron x male oc fics. i have some mostly written but ending them is HARD.

i looove the idea of FWBs hehe that's sooo good. like they get stressed on a case and end up fuckin somehow (even better if it's the classic one bed trope) and oop it just becomes a habit hehe :') LMAOOO I LOVE THAT THO, THEM CONSTANTLY ALMOST GETTING CAUGHT BC THE MOMENT THEY'RE HORNY THEY BECOME DUMB NEEDY MEN LMFAOOO. i can imagine them just being silly n super casually walking to each others rooms at the hotel and like dave sees aaron walking toward's oc's room one night and is just like "you sure that's your room, aaron? 🤨" and aaron is just like "oh... right... yeah... wrong room" and walks back to his own room in embarrassment LMFAOOOO. dave cockblocked him fr BUT YES PLEASE TELL ME ALL OF YOUR THOUGHTS I WANNA HEAR THEM FOREVER AHHH ANYTHING ABOUT AARON N OC'S WOULD MAKE ME SO HAPPY

omgomgomg if you did that i would DIE i'd be SOOOOO EXCITED SDKHFKSDFJ but don't feel pressured to !!!! like i understand that you're shy hehe (me too!!!) but just know i would LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE to talk to you!! but i do love talking to you over anon too, so do whatever you feel comfortable with <3 feel free to carry on sending the filthiest asks, it makes my day lol (and feel free to talk about literally anything you want as well, i'd love to get to know you!!)

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

could we do hothners daughter (10-13) in there when hailey dies, and when she sees hotch just jumps into hos arms so so fast! you can end there or do like a time skip where shes getting nightmares and just sleeps with het dad as he comforts her!!! love your writting🤍

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter reader

Request : could we do hothners daughter (10-13) in there when hailey dies, and when she sees hotch just jumps into hos arms so so fast! you can end there or do like a time skip where shes getting nightmares and just sleeps with het dad as he comforts her!!! love your writting🤍

So sorry for not updating for a while, I finally have a week off from college to write!

I do love writing Aaron Hotchner x child readers.

Lots of angst in this one like usual

Third person pov...

They were supposed to be safe from Foyet. Haley, Jack and 12 year old Y/N where in witness protection, Y/N was out with her Mum and Brother.

Jack and Y/N are walking together when Haleys phone goes off, stopping she gasps making Y/N look up at her Mum worried. "What's wrong mum?" She asks, Haley looks down at her daughter and tries not to cry.

She couldn't tell her kids their dad was dead. She smiles at her ans brushes her hair off her forehead. "Nothing sweetie but we have to get home quickly" she tells her daughter, the three get back to their car and drive home.

Once they get to their own home Haley sends Jack and Y/N off to play in the living room while she waits for the new marshal to appear.

Aftwr a couple of minutes Y/N stood up to go to the bathroom, as she left the door bell went, Haley answered it and in came George Foyet.

Y/N had begged her dad to show her what Foyet looked like just incase before they went into witness protection.

As Y/N walked back to the living room she heard a man's voice, she didn't recognise it. Tiptoeing silently towards the door she looked through a crack in it and gasps at the man.

"Foyet" she whispers to herself, the killer was currently playing with her little brother while her mum stood infront of them. Haley makes eye contact with her daughter.

She shakes her head slightly, telling her daughter to stay out of the living room, Y/N nods and hears her mum talk to someone on the phone.

"Aaron your okay?" Gaps Haley, Y/N eyes widened it was her Dad. Her parents talk a while with Foyet looking over at them a couple times.

"Haley, are Y/N and Jack there?" He asks

"Yes, Aaron what is going on?" Asks Haley, Hotch hesitates "hes Foyet, he's there to kill you, I'm sorry I couldn't stop him Haley" Says Hotch voice full of emotion.

Haley holds back her tears as Aaron tell Jack to 'work the case with him' Jack leaves the room running into Y/N who helps him hide before going back to her mum.

On her way back downstairs she goes into the kicken and grabs one of the big kichen knifes, hiding it in her waistband the 13 year old goes to the living room.

Suddenly three gunshots are heard, Y/Ns eyes widen with horror she runs back downstairs into living room and slams the door open forgetting about Foyet.

She cries with anguish as she spots her mum on the floor lifeless. "Mum! No nono you can't die no Mummy!" She cries hugging the body tightly.

The phone next to her is silent, the team had beeb listening into it, Hotch hates how sad his daughters voice sounds through the phone.

As she hugs her mum she feels a tap on the shoudler, wide eyed she jumps back away from her mum and away from tjr killer.

"Well well well, what have we here Hotchs daughter, cute thing you are" he tells the girl, shaking in fear Y/N stands up facing the man.

"You killed her you bastard!" She screams tears rolling down her eyes as she watched the sick basterd smirk at her. "I did, you and your brother will be next!" He yells before trying to grab her.

Y/N ducks and moves towards the door, she had to keep him downstairs. Turning around she looks for something to throw and remembers the knife in her waistband.

Holding it put at arms length she keeps the man infront of her. "You wknt find him I won't let you" she tells the man, Foyet on smirks and walks towards the teen.

Suddenly Y/N wakes up screaming murder, she whips her head around the dark room still screaming. Legs tangled in thr sheets the young girl desperately tries to stand up and run.

Her door is then opened and the light switched on, standing in the doorway was her Dad. Seeing his daughter crying and panicking he jumps into action.

He makes sure she sees its him before moving towards the 14 year old, it had been 2 year since the death of her mum and facing the reaper.

Every night she gets horrible vivid night terrors of that day, she hasn't be able to sleep since. Hotch begins to comfort his distraught daughter.

The man runs over to his daughter and sits on the bed holding his daughters hands tightly in his giving her pressure to help ground her.

"N/N its me its Dad, your safe remember the reaper is dead, he can't hurt you anymore." He tells the girl, Y/N shakes her head and cries in his arms.

Holding her tightly he's reminded of that day...

It wasn't until half an hour later when he arrived at his own home, dread filled his heart as walked inside to see his exwife shot.

Suddenly the sounds of grunting and screaming could be hear, the man sprint off if the direction and sees his daughter fighting for her life against Foyet.

"Y/N!" He yells emptying his clip into Foyet, when he was down Y/N leaps into her Dads arms and cries she cries and cries and cries.

It took a while for her to be okay and let go of her Dad, after that she was taken out of school for a few months to recover and started seeing a shrink.

Since then Y/N hadn't been the same, rocking back and forth Hotch rubs a comforting hand up his daughter back.

Slowly her breathing returned to normal and she could breath again. "Dad?" She calls, Hotch hums and continues comforting her. "C-can I sleep with you tonight?" She asks

Hotch kisses he forehead. "Of course you can sweetie" he whispers before picking her up and wrapping her in her blankets, they then leave her room Hotch turns off thr light and walk to his room.

As they do they walk past Jack's room, Hotch was lucky Jack had been staying with Jessica while he looked after Y/N, he didn't want him to have to listen to her screaming all night.

When they got to his room he pulled back the coverd and tucked his little girl in before getting in beside her, once he was under the covers Y/N curls up against her dad and falls into a finally restful sleep.

Smiling softly Hotch wishes her good night and falls into a dreamless sleep.

The end!

Hope you liked this oenshot, so sorry for the wait, as usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes!

Requests are open!

Word count: 1233

[the-slytherin-writer-12]

….what if I write for Criminal Minds? Would y’all want that?

(Bc I know I would but yk)

Lmk in my inbox….

[andromedasstarship]

in the stars - chapter 5

pairing - aaron hotchner x reader 

warnings - canon-typical criminal minds violence, stalking, unhealthy coping mechanisms, drinking, angst

summary -  “Please,” he said, staring you straight in the eyes. “Don’t go.” 

a/n - i really love this chapter! cant wait to hear what yall think :DD also for reference i aged jack down just a year so hes 3 when haley passes away, about to turn 5 when reader & aaron get together. i dont claim any dialogue straight from Emma as mine! (emma dialogue is in italics) 

masterlist / series masterlist / read it on ao3 

chapter 4 / chapter 6 

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You were hyper-aware of the new way the team was looking at you as you entered the conference room. You shot a very anxious glance up towards Aaron, grateful for the very brief- but soft- glance he gave you before the business side of him took over again. You could feel the ghost of his hand hovering over that protective spot on your back again as he led you up towards the table. 

It felt like your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, upon seeing the seemingly endless piles of photos in front of you. Your brain was struggling to process everything that was laid out in front of you and you felt your heart rate start to pick up; seeing it in person was worse than anything your mind had created in the drive here. 

“Y/N.” 

Your eyes shot up to meet the voice and you saw Spencer looking down at you with a look that was just on the edge of pity. “We tried to sort the pictures into piles of time relativity. Would you be able to go through them and help us create a firmer timeline?” 

You nodded at that, vaguely aware of Aaron pulling a chair out behind you. You gladly slid down into it. Seeing Emily start to pick up one pile and push them towards you made you nervously laugh, the stress of the moment and how uncomfortable you felt forcing it out. When the entire team gave you a weird look you said, “Sorry, it just reminded me of last time.” 

You gently picked up the stack of photos, trying to hold them as lightly as possible. The knowledge that the unsub had packaged these himself sent a shiver down your spine. You knew it was silly, but you somehow felt that by touching the photos you were somehow also touching the remnants of the unsub. 

The first stack you easily dated as around four years ago, just from your hair; you’d drastically changed it for a role. You thumbed through the photos and could feel the knots in your stomach growing even tighter. Most of the photos were blurry and relatively distant from you, as if the unsub was still getting comfortable with what he was doing. 

“This was four years ago, I had to change my hair for a role and I’ve never had it like that before or again.” You said quietly, pushing the pile back to Emily. 

She nodded, giving you a gracious smile before pushing the next pile towards you. Your face fell immediately; something the team equated to how much more personal these set of photos seemed to be. You fanned the stack out in front of you. There weren’t many, as if even the unsub could recognize the inappropriate- ha!- nature of capturing you like this. In all of them you looked worn down, as if a cloud was following you everywhere you went. 

“This was about two years ago.” You said flatly. It took a moment, but you could see everyone connect the dots in their head and suddenly the room felt very small. 

Thankfully, the next pile was rather average and you guessed that this was just an ‘extra’ pile of photos that didn’t really seem to fit into a cohesive timeframe. As you scanned over them, one caught your eye and you pulled it a bit closer to you. You pointed a finger at the sign behind you. 

“This is an exclusive club house, it’s difficult to get into. Security’s intense and everyone that enters has to sign in.” You informed the team. JJ reached out and grabbed the photo, putting it to the side for later.

You turned your attention back to the pile, making sure to give each photo a proper amount of attention, desperate to notice something useful. 

“This one,” you said, pulling a blurry photo of yourself out of the pile. You were moving too fast for the camera to properly capture you, but you recognized the outfit. “I was wearing this the day Officer Reynolds told me you all were coming, isn’t this the outside of the station?” You said quietly.

JJ moved that photo to the ‘save for later’ pile as well. You gently re-stacked the pile and passed it towards Emily, waiting for the next one. 

You watched as Emily seemed to be literally holding her tongue as she pushed the next pile towards you, a certain playful glint in her eyes. Once you were able to look at it, you couldn’t help but snort. You could feel Aaron tense up besides you, but you could find the humor in it. The ‘Aaron’ pile. 

You fanned the stack out like you had done with the others, giving special attention to the details behind you. These were much more difficult to place and a much smaller pile, considering how careful the two of you had been. 

“These must’ve been in DC?” You questioned, not really expecting an answer. You looked up towards Aaron, raising an eyebrow as if to give him the opportunity to share his thoughts. “Whenever he came to LA, I had an iron grip on our security but it was a whole different field in DC-” 

Your sentence fell flat as your eyes went wide, nearly surging out of your seat up towards Aaron. He gave you a worried look, unable to place the sudden anxiety that had taken over you. “What about Jack?” You asked worriedly, “if he knows about you he must’ve found out about Ja-”

Aaron stopped you, putting a very gentle hand on the top of your shoulder, “He’s okay, I promise.” He said, using his hand to lightly push you back into a seated position. You nodded at that, eyes still wide, but your body seemed to deflate, the tension slowly leaving you. 

The rest of the team was quiet, recognizing the personal nature of the interaction. But it was impossible for them not to notice the way your bodies reacted to each other. The way your body’s natural response to a stressor had been to move closer to him and the way he angled himself in a protective stance around you near simultaneously. 

Emily pushed the final pile in front of you and you couldn’t help the corners of your lips pull up in a soft smile. You fanned out the stack of photos, taking a good look at all of them. They all seemed to either be promo photos or film photos of your time filming Mamma Mia in Greece. 

“This is definitely from Greece. But some of these are definitely promo photos, it’s why I’m ‘posing’ in a few of them.” You said, pushing out one that visually made your point. 

“What about this one? It feels a lot more intimate than a promotional piece.” Emily asked, pulling one out from the stack. In it, you were standing on the dock, face close to the camera. You had a big smile on your face and your thumbs up. 

“On set, we had a handful of little disposable cameras that everyone could use.” 

“Do you have any memory of who owned the cameras?” 

“I…,” you paused, eyebrows scrunched tightly in thought, “I don’t know. The studio distributed all the photos after the movie came out. They’re pretty public at this point, it was five years ago.” You said weakly, feeling really disappointed in your lack of help. “I’m sorry.” You added. 

Morgan stepped up closer to the table. “Don’t be okay? Now we know that the unsub has connections in Hollywood and we know he must be wealthy enough to fly to DC on a whim if he thought you were there. That helps narrow things down.” He assured you. 

“Are there any specific photographers that you’ve noticed? Or any guy you feel like you’ve seen too many times and it’s no longer a coincidence?” Spencer asked. 

You shook your head quickly. “I’m really used to cameras flashing in my face.” You said impishly. “I can remember a lot of fans that I meet, but if it’s just someone behind a camera I don’t think I’d really notice it at all.” 

You felt Aaron move away from you and towards the computer at the end of the table. He clicked a few buttons and suddenly a woman's face popped up on the screen. You recognized her immediately from all the stories and photos you’d seen. Penelope. 

Aaron brought the computer closer to where you were and her mouth dropped open for the second time today. 

“Oh my god! Hi! Wow! I am, I am such a fan. I just-, you’re always so-” 

“Garcia.” Aaron interjected but you raised your hand at him, giving him a ‘shoo’ gesture. The rest of the team had to stifle their laughter. 

“Hi, Penelope right? I’ve heard so much about you.” You said sweetly, leaning a bit closer to the camera. 

“Wow! Okay, I can’t believe this is-” 

“Garcia, I need you to pull up visitor logs from a clubhouse that Y/N used to visit. I want you to cross reference it with other visitor logs of recent film sets she’s been on and her housing development. She’ll be able to give you a more comprehensive list.” Aaron interjected, and this time you let him. 

You turned back to the screen, giving Garcia another smile. “The clubhouse is called Royal Blue, the picture couldn’t have been more than…, I think three years ago? But I’m not sure.” 

“Alright…, okay the visitor logs seem to be locked tight, but never too tight for me. What are some of those movie sets?” 

“The earliest photo is what? Five years ago?” You asked, looking around at the agents for approval. “Yeah, five years. So Mamma Mia, to start, Little Women. I’m working on Emma right now.” You droned, listing various movie sets you’d worked on in the past five years. 

“Oh my god! I have so many questions about Mamma Mia. Like what was it-,” Garcia’s question trailed off as she caught sight of Hotch giving her a firm stare from behind you. “Right sorry, alright. I will break into the clubhouse and cross reference all of these lists to see if anyone comes up more than once. It was so nice meeting you, I hope we get to-. Alright, hanging up now!” Garcia said in a rushed voice. You watched her click a button on her end and the screen went black. 

You leaned back into your chair, staring up at the rest of the team . “So…,” you said, drawing out the word, “what now?” 

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“What are you doing?” Aaron’s asked, voice coming out from behind you. 

You comically froze, hand just short of picking your keys up from the table. You slowly turned to face him, straightening your tote bag over your shoulder. “Oh! There you are, I was just on my way to come find you.” You said lightly, trying to diffuse some of the tension in the room. Aaron didn’t say anything, waiting for you to go on. “Johnny and I have plans tonight.” You said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world  

On your part, you’d already forgotten about the whole ‘I’m on a date’ aspect on your earlier phone call with Aaron. In your mind, there wasn’t anything inherently suspicious about you going to spend time with him in the evening.

Aaron was viewing the entire situation in a very different light. When he had first come around the corner, he noticed how nice you looked. When the two of you had finally returned to your place you immediately went up to your room, disappearing for quite some time. He had originally thought maybe you were upset, the cognitive interview hadn’t revealed anything and even though he knew you didn’t really believe in their accuracy, he also knew how badly you wanted to be of ‘use’ for the case. 

In your time upstairs, you had changed your outfit and styled your hair just enough to give it that ‘unstyled-styled’ look. It’s not like you were glammed out or anything, the only reason you’d put on a nice outfit was on the off chance you were photographed- hopefully not by the unsub-, on your way into Johnny’s apartment. 

“And what is it that you’re supposed to be doing?” Aaron asked, trying to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible. 

“Um, nothing much,” You said with an awkward laugh, when he was still looking at you expectantly you tilted your head. “I’m supposed to go to his place and we’re gonna run lines for the scenes we’re filming this week.” You explained. 

“I can’t endorse you going out at night. Especially to someone’s home that we don’t have eyes on.” Aaron said firmly. 

You rolled your eyes at that, picking up your keys. “Johnny’s fine, he’s been in the same place as me when nearly all the bodies were discovered.” You argued, putting one hand on your hip. 

“With the recent development in the cases, I can’t let you do this.”

You started to walk towards him, intending to go around him. “Aaron-” 

His hand shot out and gently grabbed you by the arm, stopping you from getting past him. 

“Hey!-” 

“Please,” he said, staring you straight in the eyes. “Don’t go.” 

Your mouth fell open slightly in a mild form of shock. ‘We’re just running lines, I really need-” 

“I’ll do it with you.” Aaron interjected hurriedly. “We’ve done it before, I’m not too bad at it, huh?” He said teasingly. 

You pondered that for a minute. You and Aaron had run lines together plenty of times in the past, it was always something you got a kick out of, seeing Aaron try and morph into whatever character he was reading for. And while it wouldn’t be as productive as running them with your actual co-star, you reasoned it’d still be good enough. And as much as you hated to admit it, Aaron probably had a point about you not going out, especially in the evening.  

“Fine. I just need to go call Johnny and tell him something came up.” You huffed, pretending to be more annoyed than you were. 

“Here,” you said, reaching into your bag and pulling out your script, “I already have most of my lines memorized, I’ll just need you to fill in if I miss any. I have a pink sticky note denoting the scene we were going to start with. You’re reading as Knightely. I’ll meet you in the living room, alright?” You said, pushing the script into his hands as you walked around him towards the kitchen, pulling your phone out at the same time. 

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“No, I’m just saying I think it’d be more believable or whatever if we did a few more like nonchalant meals before like, running errands together or something, ya know?” You said lazily into the phone, holding it between your ear and shoulder as you used your hands to mix up a drink for yourself. Out of the corner of your eye you caught sight of the Dalmore. You reached out with one hand and carefully pulled it down, still remembering exactly how Aaron liked to take a drink. 

“What meal really screams ‘we’re dating’? Dinner? That’s like the longest meal of the day, that’s gotta show some sort of commitment.” Johnny asked. 

“Hm…,” you droned, “well we just had a lunch. If we want to kick it into high gear, we should do breakfast. Perfect ‘just spent the night’ remedy.” You said with a snort. 

Aaron cleared his throat behind you and the sound made you jump. You pulled the phone away from your ear and saw you’d been blabbering for nearly half an hour. 

‘Oh. Sorry.’ You mouthed to Aaron, before pulling the phone back to your ear. “Hey Johnny gotta go, but we’ll figure it out later! Yeah…, for sure, bye!” You hung up and placed your phone on the counter. Then you grabbed the drink you had poured for him, holding it out. 

“It’s Dalmore.” You said plainly. 

“I’m working.” He responded. 

You rolled your eyes at that and held it out more aggressively. “Take it.” 

You watched happily as he begrudgingly took it out of your hand, though you knew it wasn’t too difficult for him. You picked up your own glass and tucked your phone into the waistband of your pants. “Ready? Sorry, got carried away.” 

While the two of you walked back into your living room, it was obvious something was bothering Aaron. You briefly wondered if something had developed in the case that he wasn’t telling you. 

‘What is it?” You asked. 

He looked down at you, confused. “What is what?” 

“Don’t play dumb, you have a tell.”  You explained, stopping to look up at him.  

“I do not have a tell.” Hotch replied annoyedly. 

“Yes you do.” 

“No, I don’t.” 

“If you want to be a baby about it, fine you don’t have a tell. Tell me what’s wrong anyway.” 

“I’m trying to understand why you lied about not having a boyfriend nor seeing anyone recently. We’ll need to fully vet Johnny and look into his files, even if you don’t see it becoming serious.” Aaron near spat.

You snorted. “What do you mean lied?” 

“You very clearly told me you weren’t seeing anyone, yet today has proven those claims to be false.” 

“I know that sometimes, I like to be a huge pain but I’m serious, what are you talking about? I’m not seeing anyone.” 

“Your co-star, Johnny? You told me you were on a date with him today. I just heard you on the phone make plans to stay with him overnight. I saw the pictures of-” 

“Stop! Oh my god, I can’t believe you actually believed that.” You said, unable to hold back the laughter that bubbled out of you. 

“Believed it? You’re the only who told me!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have assumed you read through the lines. Johnny and I have been going on publicity dates. We’re just friends.” 

“What were you supposed to be doing tonight then?” 

“We were legitimately going to run lines. Maybe get ice cream, we’re trying to determine the best ice cream in LA.” 

That’d explain the outfit, Aaron thought. 

“And the phone call I just heard?” 

“We were debating which meal screams ‘dating’. He thinks it’s dinner. I think it’s breakfast, ya know, cause it implies you spent the night.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me that, before.” 

“Don’t you remember when I had kinda the same thing with Timothee during Little Women? They made us hang out a bunch so the tabloids could just do their thing. I just assumed you’d fill in the blanks.” 

Aaron was staring at you as if you had two heads. It was almost like you could see the gears turning in that head of his. Internally, he was more than embarrassed for how upset he’d gotten over the idea of you with someone else. 

When it seemed that Aaron had nothing else to say, you started to walk again, not stopping until you were both back in your living room. You plopped down in ‘your spot’ on the couch, playfully patting the space a few cushions down that Aaron typically sat in. 

“Crack open that script, I hope you looked through it. If you’re making me stay home, you better be useful!” You said pleasantly, trying to change the atmosphere into something more playful. 

Aaron awkwardly sat himself down on the couch next to you, picking the script back up. As you watched him flip the script open and further acquaint himself with the lines you couldn’t help but feel a sharp pang in your chest. It was such an unavoidable reminder of the way the two of you used to run lines together when you were still dating. You had learned early on that Aaron best showed his affection through acts of service and he actually wasn’t that bad at delivering a line. Since the two of you were rarely together in person- it’s not like you’d let him waste a visit with you building a shelf or running an errand-, running lines with you was the easiest way for him to feel useful. 

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Four Years Ago

“Okay Jack, you ready?” You asked, smiling down at the young boy standing across from you. He was dressed up in his winter clothes, despite the blazing heat of the summer. You and Aaron had tried to talk him out of it, but he demanded it’d be the only way for him to fully get into character. And who were you two to deny him? The sweet boy nodded, barely being able to contain his excitement as he bounced up and down on his feet. 

“Alright, places everyone!” You yelled out, holding the diy paper clapperboard Jack had made for you. You held it out from your body and did a very exaggerated clapping motion. “Action!” You said, quickly throwing the clapperboard to the couch. 

“Carrots!” Jack said, his voice more than enthusiastic for the role. 

“Huh?” You said, heavily overselling your voice and reaction. Even with the one simple word, Jack was already in giggles, struggling to keep it together. 

He leaned in closer to you, standing up on his tiptoes. “Behind you!” 

“Oh! Right, excuse me.” You said, stepping to the side and gesturing to the ‘carrots’ behind you. 

You made your voice really low to play the next part. “Woh, a real howler in July, yea? Where ever could it be coming from?” You asked, placing your chin in between your thumb and pointer finger. 

Jack kept giggling at your ‘deep’ voice, he held his ‘script’ up to his face to read his next line. “The North Mountain.” 

You jokingly ran a hand in front of your face, signaling a character switch. “North Mountain.” You stage whispered. You ran your hand in front of your face again, going serious. “That’ll be forty.” You said, holding your hand out with a ‘gimme’ gesture. 

Jack smacked your hand gently to ‘give you’ the money. But after his face fell ever so slightly. “Can we skip to when Daddy gets to come in??” He asked, giving you those big eyes you couldn’t possibly say no to. 

You stood back, putting your weight on your back leg with one hand on your hip. “Hmm.., I think that could be arranged.” You reached over to grab the clapperboard. “Alright everyone! Back to places, but let’s start at ‘Hi everyone’, okay?” 

Jack nodded excitingly and turned back to where he knew Aaron was standing, partially hidden by the hallway. “Places daddy!” He urged, pointing to where he should come stand. 

Aaron came out from around the corner and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand, trying to hold in the laughter. Aaron had a big white hat on his head and had let Jack put a small orange dot on his nose. You and Jack had definitely double teamed poor Aaron, dragging him into your little ‘movie game’ as Jack liked to call it. The three of you had started doing this a few months ago, Jack loved ‘running lines’ with you and you were more than happy to oblige him. It had started when a sleepy Jack had stumbled into the living room one night when he couldn’t sleep and he saw you and Aaron running lines for one of your other movies. Jack had taken to it so much you ended up ‘hiring’ him to help you with your more child friendly roles. 

“Alright, alright. Quiet on set!” You said, making a big deal of you bringing your index finger up to your lips in a ‘shush’ motion. “Action!” 

“Hi everyone. I’m Olaf. And I like warm hugs.” Aaron recited robotically , very clear that he was reading directly from the paper. You smacked your hand back over your mouth, unable to control the giggles. Once you started laughing, Jack fell into his own fit of laughter; both of you fueled off the others amusement. 

Of course, when you finally pulled yourself back together, a quick look at the way Aaron was standing with fake annoyance across his face and his arms crossed tightly against his chest sent you back into fits of laughter. 

“Are you two done?” Aaron asked, no true malice in his voice. 

It was rare that the three of you all got to spend time together. He’d been wary of introducing you to Jack. It wasn’t really a ‘you’ thing, but it was more of how Jack would be able to deal with it. There were the typical worries, what if you and Jack didn’t get along? Or what if you two did get along really well but then you and Aaron broke up and it hurt him even further? While you never intended to try and replace his ‘mom’, you still worried that your chaotic schedule would somehow hurt him, skewing his perception of yet another ‘parental’ figure. Not to mention the issues with him being able to keep your identity and presence in his life a secret; he wouldn’t even be able to tell people like Uncle Rossi that his dad was seeing someone. 

But now, you’d been with Aaron for over two years. And Jack had known about you for about a year now. And everything had been going perfect. Jack was a stellar secret keeper, the unfortunate events of his childhood maturing him faster than any child deserved and he was able to fully understand the importance of the situation. The two of you had taken to each other quite quickly and every night the three of you would have a ‘bedtime’ call; even on the nights when Aaron was busy with a case you’d still call Jack on your own. You loved spoiling him with whatever hot new toy was popular among kids his age or getting him special early copies of movies before they came out. Aaron used to get on you about it, saying it wasn’t necessary, but you argued it was the most necessary thing in the world. 

And now here the three of you were. Nestled away in Aaron’s apartment in DC. You had just flown in after wrapping up a shoot abroad and were just in time for the start of summer. Even though your career was at a seemingly new high, you had managed to secure a relatively empty summer. After long consideration and planning you and Aaron decided it’d be a nice treat for Jack to go spend a month or so with you in LA. You’d consulted heavily with many of your friends who kept their children completely hidden from the spotlight and had hired an airtight security team to assist you the entire time. Aaron was supposed to come out when he could, but you were all aware of how turbulent his poor schedule could be. Schedule permitting, you all would spend the next three days at Aaron’s apartment before you and Jack took off. 

“Daddy! You sound like a robot.” Jack said, scolding Aaron. His voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked down at him with a big smile. 

“Daddy’s just no good at this huh?” You asked, shaking your head. “He’s no match for our talent, Jack!” 

“This is really hot.” Jack said, holding up his arms. He must’ve been sweating his butt off in all those winter layers. 

“You’re kidding me! I wonder who could’ve seen that coming.” You said sarcastically, reaching over to pull off his big hat and zip down the first of multiple jackets he put on. “I’ve heard that ice cream cools you down…,” 

“Ice cream!’ Jack exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. He didn’t even look to his father for ‘permission’, knowing by now you had the most sway in the house. 

“Go put on some normal clothes okay? Wouldn’t be fun if you passed out in your ice cream bowl, huh?” You told him, ruffling his hair before he dipped under your arm, making a mad dash for his room. 

“He hasn’t even had lunch yet, you know that right?” Aaron asked, giving you a fake stern look as he walked over to where you were standing. 

You rolled your eyes at that, reaching up to snatch the white hat off his head, letting your arms fall loosely around his neck. “Does it upset you that I’m always the cool one?” You asked teasingly, reaching up on your tiptoes to press the gentlest kiss on his lips. 

He gave you one of his small smiles, reaching down to press a second kiss to your lips. “How was your flight in?” He asked, one of his hands wrapping protectively around your waist as the other one found its way by your hair, gently stroking down it the way you liked. 

You let your head relax against his touch and pretended to think for a moment. Instead of answering you reached up again, pressing your lips against his, pressing yourself closer to him. You both thought you could stay this way forever; it being the first time you saw each other, in person, in nearly two months. 

“Gross!” Jack’s voice seemingly cut through the two of you. Aaron was the one to pull away first, quietly laughing so only you could hear. 

“Later.” He promised in a whisper. 

You loosened your grip on him, turning to face Jack. “Oh Jack! Funny seeing you here, ice cream, right?” 

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Present Day.

“Page 103, right?” He asked, skipping to the bright pink sticky note you had used as a place marker. 

You jolted out of your memories, feeling the heat rise up your neck as you prayed it wasn’t too obvious you had just completely zoned out. 

“Yep!” You squeaked out, “page 103, line 19, you start.” You said, waving your hands. 

“And I do envy him, Emma. In one respect he is the object of my enemy, you will not ask me why, you are, you are determined, I see, to have no curiosity but I cannot be wise-” He started, keeping his eyes near glued to the page. 

You frowned, shaking your head a bit. “Stand up.” You ordered, already getting to your feet. 

“Excuse me?” Aaron asked. 

“Stand up,” you repeated, motioning upwards with your palms. “This,” you said, motioning between the two of you, “doesn’t feel right if we’re seated, we’re supposed to move around in this scene, it’s supposed to be painful.” You explained. 

He slowly stood up, looking at you for permission to start again. 

“From where you left off, please.” 

“I must tell you, Emma, what you will not ask! Though I may wish it unsaid the next moment-” 

“So do not speak it.” You cut in. “If you wish to speak to me, as a friend or to ask my opinion as a friend I will hear whatever you like.”

“As a friend, Emma. That I fear is a word, tell me Emma. Have I no chance of ever succeeding?” He asked, looking up at you for further approval, you nodded and he continued. “My dearest Emma, my dearest, you will always be my dearest most beloved Emma, tell me at once. I cannot make speeches, if I, if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more-” 

“Let’s do a different part, yeah?” You interrupted, voice incredibly tight. You ducked from his gaze, reaching to bring your glass to your lips. 

“Isn’t this the scene you have to practice?” Aaron asked, raising his brow at you. 

“It doesn’t matter,” you replied, taking a long sip, “any practice as the character will be helpful.” 

“If this is the one that’s troubling you, we should go over it.” He pressed. 

“Page 56, start at line 9.” You ordered, throwing back the rest of your glass. “Read it over, I’ll be back.” 

Before you could fully turn to go and refill your glass, Aaron lunged forward and grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him. The sudden movement caused you to stumble, throwing your hands out to steady yourself against his chest. 

“You’ve been drinking a lot.” He stated, repositioning his grip on your arm. 

“Am I not allowed to have a drink or two in my own home?” You challenged. 

“What are you running away from?” Aaron asked, his voice so gentle it made your knees weak. 

“You.” You whispered, after a long pause. You looked up at him with sad eyes and only found confusion in his. “I can’t, I-, don’t you see how funny it is? Your character is desperate for mine to be with and my character is the one to deny yours.” 

Your confession pulled sharply on his heart. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, not sure there were any words to appropriately apologize for how he had treated you. 

“Why didn’t you ever call?” You asked, voice so quiet he almost didn’t hear you. 

“I, I-” He stuttered, unable to think of an answer fast enough. 

“I waited for weeks,” you said, looking up at him with a look that nearly brought him to his knees. “I waited so long and you never called.” 

He brushed the hair out of your face, letting his hand fall gently against your cheek. His thumb caught a stray tear that had started to fall, softly brushing it away. “I don’t know.” He responded, his voice as quiet as your. “I don’t know, you didn’t deserve that.” 

You pressed your face into his hand, closing your eyes as you felt more tears managing to sneak past you. He was finally admitting words you had dreamed of hearing for years, but yet you were unable to find any joy in them. 

“You didn’t deserve that.” He repeated, sliding his hand towards the back of your head, pulling you firmly against his chest, while his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You let your body relax into his, slowly bringing your own arms up loosely around his neck. 

You felt him gently press the faintest of kisses to the top of your head. “I’m so sorry angel.” He mumbled into your hair. 

You pulled your head out from under him, looking up at him with big eyes. The two of you were silent, basking in each other's presence. Your eyes flickered down to his lips multiple times; something he duly picked up on. Just as you began to push up on your toes, nearly pressing your lips to his, eyes half closed in anticipation, his phone rang out. 

You froze, falling back onto your heels with a small sigh. “Answer it, I’m getting a refill.” You said, pulling yourself out of his grasp. He gave you an uncertain look, as if he wanted to pull you back in and ignore the call completely. 

You wagged a finger in front of him, shaking your head. In on fluid movement, you grabbed your glass and nearly ran out of the room

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It took you ten minutes to calm yourself down and another five to hype yourself up to return to your living room. And that was after you had made yourself a new drink. 

When you entered the living room, Aaron’s back was to you; still locked on the phone. The tension was clear in his shoulders and your eyes drifted down to his free hand that you knew would be clenched in a fist. It was. 

“Thank you Garcia, tell the team we’ll be there soon.” He said, pulling the phone away from his ear and hanging up. 

“Aaron?” You asked. 

He rolled his shoulders back, trying to loosen some of the tension from his shoulders for your benefit. He slowly turned back towards you, his face pulled in frustration. 

“LAPD just reported another body.”

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Spencer Reid x Teen!reader - Playing detective

“I need a human corpse. Now, does anyone know where can I buy one?" Criminal Minds, Visiting Teen Reader. Maybe with Reid? "Maybe I shouldn't have said that in the middle of a FBI conversation." Realization/ awkward joke before they help them significantly with a case there stuck on? Thanks! Your writing is always the best! If you decide to write this one, thanks a lot and feel free to change it around if you want to. ❤️❤️ - @agent-prophecy 💜

Pulling your hands out your coat pockets, you fixed your tie as you stepped of the elevator. You tried to find the familiar head of your friend as you walked through the glass doors.

You found him sitting at his desk.

“Spencer.”

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?”

Shrugging you glanced around, stealing an empty chair you sat opposite him. Flicking through the book he had there. Out of boredom you begun to do research on people in his office.

“How’s your latest experiment going?”

“Honestly, it was rather disappointing. Someone tampered with it.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile and stood up. Collecting some things. Walking around his desk, Spencer pat your shoulder giving you a stern look.

“Stay here, I’ll be back in a moment.”

You just nodded, scrolling through your phone. After roughly ten minutes of waiting you finally got the email you had been waiting for. With a little victory cry you bolted up, heading over to where you saw Spencer. Walking in you stopped, typing a few things into your phone.

“I need a human corpse. Now, does anyone know where I can buy one?”

There was an awkward silence, glancing up you realised that it wasn’t just your friend anymore. Stuffing the phone into your pocket you walked in further. A group of others looked extremely shocked and suspicious, a few of them reaching for their guns.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that in the middle of an FBI conversation. The names (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N). 18 years old, graduate of Harvard University, IQ of 190, eidetic and photographic memory, sociopath and privet detective.”

The group looked at you before they burst out laughing. With a little shrug, you took your phone, hacking into their system, pulling up your profile with a little smirk. Next, you found all their numbers and sent a group text with nothing more than a smilely face.

“How did you do that?! No one should be able to crack my system! How did you find our numbers?!”

“Quite simple Miss Garcia. Not everything is as safe as it seems, but you would know all about that correct? After all, you were the best hacker out there.”

She gawked at you, the others wide eyed with shocked faces. Turning to Spencer you walked over, snatching the file from his hands. Quickly flicking through it.

“We’ve been at it for days, we can’t make a decent profile.” He sighed.

You tossed it on the table, snatching the pen form who you guessed must be their boss. Erasing what they already had you began to write down your own profile. You tossed the pen back.

“Really, and you call yourself FBI. It’s not a man it’s a woman, they can be disorganised killers too. Why do you think all the children are buried, the men are slaughtered like animals and the mothers beaten? This woman, clearly mid 30s has lost a child, the father having taken them away. Something happened to said child, thus the beaten mothers. It’s punishment for not saving them.”

They were all speechless, mouths open. No one knew what to say. Spencer chuckled and nodded at you.

“How do you do that?”

“Well Mr Rossi, it’s simple, you had everything. You had already wrote it down, you were just trying to connect it to the wrong people.”

“Have you considered a job in the FBI?”

“No Mr Hotchner I haven’t. I much prefer working on my own. I am only here at Spencer’s request, he said he’d help me with my next experiment.”

“How do you know our names?”

“Emily Preniss, quite interesting you are. I know everything there is to know about you. From Derek Morgan’s esponged record, to every single home you ever lived in. Not only is it obvious, but I do my research.”

“That’s illegal, we could arrest you.” Hotch raises an eye brow at you.

“Good luck, I’d be out within 2 minutes.”

“Why have we never heard of you. Surely you’d be on our watch list?”

“Well Jenifer, you see I am on a watch list. Though not yours, I can easily duck under FBI.”

“Then whose are you on?” She questioned.

“Homeland and CIA.” You shrugged.

None of them knew what to say, you shut them down so well, you knew everything about them and they knew nothing about you. They couldn’t believe you were really 18. Smirking, you nodded towards Spencer, tapping your watch.

“Now, Spencer, it has been fun playing detective but you made a promise.”

“I know, I know.”

He grabbed his coat. Giving his team another smile and a wave, following behind you as you walked away.

“Did you really research them?”

“What do you think I was doing before I went in.” You snickered.

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K. (requested)

request: Hi besti! I just saw your post about taking some request. Could you pls make a story base on the lyrics of K. by Cigarettes after sex and its Aaron Hothner x Reader its up to u what pronouns you prefer. Also, I love your works been fan of you since day 1! Thank youu!

contents: no smut but illusions to sex, angst, happy ending

pairing: fem!reader x aaron hotchner

an: hi my friend! bc it was on anon, i kept it as sfw as possible so hope you end up liking this! thank you thank you for sending something in and for supporting me for so long <333. gif credits to @themoontaxi.

word count: 843

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It happened by accident. That’s what you keep telling yourself as you sit across from Hotch at dinner later that night. The rest of the team are stuffing their faces after a long day. A long week really. But you and Hotch just pick at your food, your stomach rolling from the thought of what transpired between the two of you just a couple of hours ago.

You were vulnerable, and so was he. You’d almost died right in front of him, the bullet sinking into the concert just a mere inch from your head. And when you got back to your shared hotel room, you broke down and he held you, kissed the top of your head, murmured the sweetest things. You looked up at him, something new and intense brewing in your eyes, and when your finger traced over his bottom lip, he pressed you into the wall his lips on yours. One thing led to another and before you knew it, you were laying in a post-coital glow with your boss, the rest of the adrenaline in your body finally dissipating.

You both would have laid like that for hours if your phones hadn’t buzzed with the promise of dinner plans from the team group chat. It snapped you back into reality and you’d flown into the bathroom without so much as a word, scrubbing off the shame dutifully. It hurt, your skin was raw and young from all the washing. Your heart ached because what happened felt so right, even as you thought about how wrong it was.

That’s how you end up here, looking down at your chicken and picking at it, Hotch’s eyes burning into you. Your body is tense but your mind floats, far away from the scene you sit at here. Dinner is over in the blink of an eye, and soon you’re all headed to the jet to go home.

Weeks go by. Months pass. All you can do is avoid Hotch the best you can. He gets the hint early on, leaving you be. You figure that he’s just as embarrassed about what happened in that room as you are, that he hasn’t pushed or brought it because of his own shame, but you’re wrong.

He misses you. The taste of you, the feel of your skin, the softness of your scent. The thought of you drives him wild, the work day even more of an uphill battle as he tries to focus on everything but you. Nights are the worst. If he closes his eyes and succumbs to the thoughts of you, it’s like he can feel you. If he falls asleep with you on his mind, which is a routine occurrence, he dreams vividly about you. One dream is so clear, so delicate, and forthcoming that when he wakes up he feels tilted off his axis like the entire world is shifted. He knows he can’t keep doing this.

“You wanted to see me, sir,” You murmur stiffly, regarding him with wary eyes.

It’s the next evening after his dream, and he’s been working up the courage to talk to you all day.

He runs his thumbs over his fingers, eyes shifting around the room, “Have a seat, please, there’s something we need to discuss.”

You shake your head, as you take a seat across from him, “I thought we were both gonna let it go.”

“I was planning to.”

“And?

His cheeks flush, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip, “If I’m being completely honest, I can’t stop thinking about you. About us.”

“There is no us,” You say matter of factly but he sees you flinch ever so slightly, can hear the undercurrent of pain lancing through your voice.

“I know. But I can’t stop thinking that there could be.”

“There are rules and protocols, not to mention reputations. The gossip alone-“

“If none of that existed.”

“It does,” You answer quickly and he can’t help but smile at your stubbornness.

“But if it didn’t…” He prompts again.

“If it didn’t then yes, I wouldn’t stop thinking about us either,” It feels good to say it, to acknowledge that whatever happened between you that night is something to covet.

Hotch’s smile widens at your words, “The rules allow it. Strauss would never stop glaring at me about it, but that’s nothing new. You would have to report to Dave. The team would support us.”

“You’re saying-“

“I’m saying I want you.”

Your mouth drops open at his forwardness. If there’s one thing you never expected it would be that Hotch was in favor of continuing what happened between you that night. But here he is, looking at you with so much patience and longing that you can barely maintain eye contact. There isn’t much you can say other than your own version of yes.

Standing from your seat you hold out your hand to him, “Will you take me home, Aaron?”

If he keeps smiling this hard his cheeks will split open, but he can’t find the mind to care, “Of course, honey.”

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[myfavbau]

her idiot.

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

requested: yes

a/n: i hope i did justice to the anon who requested this. personally, i actually really like this. ps enjoy six pages of hotch being a simp lmao

Hotch needed to make a decision, and he needed to make it fast.

Currently he was standing in the emergency room of Country General Hospital, where his team was investigating a case of hero homicide. The team had profiled that one of the staff members of this hospital was the one with the itchy trigger finger, so they decided it was best to split up in order to question various staff members discreetly.

So much for discreet.

The nurse must have overheard one of the agents asking questions, because now he was in the middle of the ER with a sniper slung over his shoulder. Phillip Dowd was the name of the man who was currently firing bullets at the roof in order to get the hostages to shut up.

This unsub was also smart enough to take away Hotch’s gun.

Hotch looked around at the room full of doctors, nurses, and patients. He was still in the middle of deciding what he needed to do, when Phillip’s voice interrupted his thinking.

“Everybody listen up!” he yelled, firing a few more bullets to ensure he had everyone’s attention.

Whimpers of fear and muffled sobs could be heard in the room, but besides that no one made a sound.

“No one move, nobody gets hurt.”

Phillip turned to face Hotch, his face was one of amusement.

“A fed huh? Must be my lucky day. Not so tough without your gun, now are you?”

Hotch chose not to respond. He couldn’t admit weakness, but anything he said could agitate Dowd and cause him react violently.

“That’s what I thought, “ Phillip spat.

Hotch noticed as Phillip thought for a moment, before he piped up.

“Let me barricade the door.” Hotch suggested.

“What?”

“Let me barricade the door. Let them see that you’ve got an FBI agent doing your bidding.” Hotch explained.

“Right, let you give them a signal,” the unsub scoffed.

 “What signal? They knew you were in here. They knew you were armed. What can I tell them?” He said, keeping him engaging.

“What is this, some sort of profiler trick? New negotiation tactic?” Phillip accused.

“I think it's a good idea.” Hotch asserted.

“Why would you wanna help me?” he inquired suspiciously.

��I don't.”

Phillip laughed. “ Go ahead, boss man. Gotta say, you are one sick dude.”

“How do you think I found you?” Hotch retorted, as he made his way over to the exit. 

At that exact moment, Hotch felt the panic in that room increase tenfold. Down grabbed one of the nearby doctor’s, yanking her figure until he had her detained and had his rifle to her head.

“Try anything, and she goes down,” he threatened.

Aaron could feel his heart beating in his chest, even if he could take a shot, from where he was standing, he couldn’t ensure that he could hit Phillip without hurting the woman he was holding hostage.

Hotch blocked the door before walking back up to his previous spot. He poke up again.

“Leave her, take me instead.”

“And now why would I do that?” Phillip asked him, mockingly.

“Who do you think makes a better hostage, some random woman or a fed?” Hotch asked him. He needed to keep up his facade. If Phillip caught any wind of his plan, they were all royally screwed.

“Come here.” Phillip grunted.

The woman he was pointing his gun at, looked like she wanted to cry. Hotch had to give her credit; most people he knew would crack under that kinda pressure. She almost looked familiar but he didn’t get a good look at her face as she was jerked out of the unsub’s grasp.

Phillip kicked Hotch in the calf, before barking his order. 

“On your knees.”

Perfect.

Hotch leaned down, making it seem as if Phillip’s kick was a greater blow than actually was. That was when Hotch pulled out the gun from his ankle holster, taking a shot at Phillip. Hotch watched as the unsub crumpled to the ground.

Black dots started to blur his vision and he began to feel lightheaded. What was happening to him?

A few feet away from him, Y/N, the doctor he had saved, yelled for assistance.

“I’ve got a GSW to the chest. I need a stretcher and two bags of O-neg, now!” 

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Hotch was fading in and out of consciousness, as he heard a familiar voice. He smiled under the mask. He thought he heard the voice of an old friend. Maybe he was hallucinating.

He heard her again. 

“C’mon, c’mon. I know you told me that you’d take a bullet for me in 8th grade, but I didn’t think you’d actually mean it, you idiot.”

Y/N tried to mask her growing worry with humor. She operated on countless people and saved so many lives, but there was something about seeing her childhood best friend on a stretcher with his blood on her hands that shook Y/N to her core.

Y/N could only hope to be good enough to save Aaron Hothner, as she wheeled his unconscious body into the operating room.

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The first thing Hotch felt was the killer migraine. Groggy, his eyes fluttered open, attempting to adjust to the bright lights of the hospital room.

“Wha-?” He could barely get a word out before the resting figure by his bedside jumped awake, and was by his side in an instant.

“Here, have some water,” she offered him.

He gratefully took the glass from her hands, as bed started to shift to a more upright position.

“Thank you.”

She took the empty glass from his hands and put it on the side table, before resuming her position on the uncomfortable-looking chair in Hotch’s room.

“It’s no problem.”

There it was again. That same voice he heard from when he was shot. Hotch looked at the mystery woman in front of him, he looked at her hard, before finally saying something.

“Do you know a Y/N by any chance?”

Hotch was trying his best to read the name tag on her coat, but she was just too far.

“If by ‘do you know’ you mean, ‘are you’ then yeah, sure, I know a Y/N.” she laughed.

“It’s really me, Hotch. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

She gave him a soft smile. It was the same smile she had all those years ago; if anything, it was even more beautiful. 

Hotch blushed.

“This is going to sound really weird, but I’m going to ask you a question, okay?” Hotch wanted to be absolutely sure.

“Sure. Go for it.”

“Did you have a pet parrot named Coconut when you were 13?” His words stumbled out of his words a little faster than he intended, but then again, she’d always had that sort of affect on him.

“Sure did. You helped me bury the poor little guy, remember?”

Hotch was pretty sure his jaw dropped. 

“It’s really you,” he breathed.

“In the flesh. It’s nice seeing you too, Agent Hotchner” she said, emphasising his title. In childhood he’d told her about his aspiration’s to maybe work for the Bureau one day, but that seemed like ages ago.

The sound of Y/N’s voice shook him from his remembering.

“You know, you almost had me worried there, Hotchie.” He smiled at the use of his old nickname. “You saved my life and then I didn’t even get a chance to say thank you before you went all lights out on me.”

That was he connected the dot’s; Y/N was the same doctor that Phillip was holding before Hotch pleaded to take her place.

“Well, I believe you saved my life in return, so I think we’re even,” he said bashfully.

She smiled, but it was a sad smile. Had he said something wrong?

“Can I tell you something, Agent Hotchner?” she asked, out of the blue.

“Of course.” He looked into her eyes, eager to hear anything she had to say.

She let out a smile laugh. “I’ve been in love with you for the longest time,” she confessed. “Seeing you, almost dead like that… I just thought I neede to tell you.

Hotch held his breath.

“You said ‘in love‘ in the present tense.” He really hoped that the heart monitor attached to him wouldn’t betray him now. “Do you still feel that way?”

She took a deep breath and let out a light laugh.” Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

She looked at him. How could she not? From being best friends in grade school, to their adventures together in high school. Hell, Aaron Hotchner was the reason she even made through high school, emotionally and academically. With both of them coming from difficult homes, Aaron was the studious one, while she decided that high school was the time to live a little. They rubbed off on one another; they balanced each other perfectly. They were two sides to the same coin.

If it weren’t for Aaron Hotchner, there was high likelihood she wouldn’t have become a doctor. They both had decided that with the things they’d seen at home, they needed to be the good in this world. Now, Aaron would fight the bad guys, while Y/N helped the good ones.

Y/N was still in her thoughts when she noticed Aaron getting ing up from his bed.

“What are you doing?”

He said nothing, and she simply stepped closer.

He brought his strong yet gentle hands to the sides of her face, before leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss. In that kiss, he told her what he didn’t have the courage to say all those years.

He felt her smile into the kiss, before they both had to break apart for air.

“God damn, Aaron,” she said, smiling and out of breath.”Where’d you learn how to do that, law school?”

He laughed, a beautiful hearty laugh. It gave him this amazing feeling, knowing that he had the same effect on her as she did on him. If his teammates ever found out he was this crazy about a girl, he’d never hear the end of it.

He gave her a smile- a silly, lovesick smile, before leaning forward to kiss her again.

Suddenly, one of the monitors that was connected in the room started to beep loudly. In the process of stepping closer to Y/N, Hotch had accidentally let the heart rate monitor slip off his finger.

“Oh my god, you’re such an idiot.” She laughed, and moved to turn the beeping off.

He spun her around instead and pulled her so that they were standing chest to chest. He looked down at her with a smile.

“As long as I’m your idiot, I think I can live with that.”

“My idiot,” she hummed, a satisfied smile on her face, as he pulled her in for another kiss.

[hotchnerfuckmeup]

Gone - Pt. 3

Part One  Part Two

Pairing: Hothner x Reader

Word Count: 1,778

Request:  yes!  Thank you for the amazing feedback!

@zugzwangcm-comment-account:  Omg you should do a third part 😭 this was so good!

@ncis-cm-hp-sherlock-imagines:  I’ve loved part one and I love part 2 even more! The way the team and the reader interact was just lovely. I’d really enjoy a third part if there are any plans for one?

@marvelfanlife:  Please say that there will be a part 3 to gone?! Like I said before Aaron needs to know! And what happens if Scratch makes an appearance! 😬😊💕

@dkbksbcobk:  Hey, I was wondering if you could make a part 3 to “Gone” when you have the time, you’re an amazing writer

@louisespecter:  It was beautifully written but yet so sad. My heart can’t handle this. I literally have tears in my eyes as I’m typing this message. Please please pleaaasssee can there be a part 3?

Warnings: none

Summary: Aaron Jack Hotchner was born.  The reader has an incredibly close-knit relationship with the team, making it easier to raise her son, but his father has no clue he exists... Or does he?  I’m actually so excited that this fic is getting such amazing feedback, it’s makes me happy to know that there are people who want to read something that I’m very proud of creating.  Without further ado, here is the third part to ‘Gone’.  Enjoy!!

A/N: AJ is Aaron Jack’s nickname for Aaron Jack and Aaron Junior, just in case that confused anyone.

Previously on…

His dad was not here, but Aaron Jack Hotchner was surrounded by the people who love him and will go to the ends of the earth for him, and that was all that mattered.

Aaron was out in the world somewhere with Jack hopefully safe, but wherever he was, he had no knowledge of the baby boy just born with his name.  He didn’t know that you thought about him every day, and probably didn’t know that since he left, you spent every night crying yourself to sleep.  He didn’t know any of this because he was gone.

“AJ, I’m not going to tell you again,” you scolded your son.  He was stubborn as always, trying to play with the toys that weren’t his without permission. 

“No, no, he’s fine!  He’s so cute.  How old is he?” the mother of the child whose toys Aaron Jr. kept playing with asked.

“He’s turned three today,” you replied, looking at the boy who looked too much like his father.  His smile resembled that of Aaron’s, and every time you saw it, your heart seemed to skip a beat, not only for the memories of your beloved boyfriend, but for the tiny child that was yours. 

The playground was mainly vacated, only a few mothers and their children enjoying the beautiful outdoors that day.

“Mine’s four.  Nearly time to start school,” the mother replied with a sigh.

“That’s a scary thought,” you replied.  And it was.  There was no telling whether or not your son was even safe in any schools.   You hadn’t really thought about sending your son to school, yet anyways.  Your focus was raising him and keeping him safe.  As far as you were concerned, he would be home schooled.  Maybe Penelope would be willing to help out.  

As if the computer genius could hear your thoughts, your phone began to ring with her name flashing on the screen.

“Hello,” you said after pressing answer.

“Alright, muffin.  I picked up AJ’s prescriptions and set up an appointment for a follow up in a month.  He’s also set on piano lessons courtesy of a one Spencer Reid.  Oh, and birthday party is set up.  We’re ready for you,” she said.

“Jeez, Penny, you didn’t have to do all that,” you told her with a smile.

“Oh, stop.  I’m happy to.  Now get both of your cute butts over here, we’re ready!” she said.

“Alright, thanks, Penelope,” you replied with a smile.  You motioned to AJ to come to you.

“No problem!  And happy birthday, love,” she finished before hanging up the phone.

“Happy birthday, little man!” the mom next to you said to your son as he approached the bench you were sitting on.

“Mommy’s birthday,” AJ said, pointing up at you.

“Your’s as well?” she asked, smiling.

“Mine was yesterday, but we celebrate them together,” you said, standing up and picking up Aaron.  “It was nice to meet you-”

“Shelby,” she said, sticking out her hand to shake.  

“Y/N,” you replied.  “And this is Aaron Jack.”  Your son shyly waved at Shelby.

“Nice to meet you Aaron,” she replied with a smile.  “Hope to see you again,” she told you.

“You too.  Sorry about the toys,” you said sheepishly.

“Again, don’t worry about it.  My son Kale and I come here every Wednesday afternoon if Aaron would ever want to have a buddy to play with.”

“Thank you, that would actually be really nice,” you said honestly.  With the life you two had, another little boy in AJ’s life didn’t sound like a bad idea at all.  “Say bye, AJ,” you said to your son.

He waved again, letting out a tiny ‘bye’ before you walked away from your new friend.  You knew having someone his age to play with would be good for him.  JJ’s boys were always happy to play with your son, but Henry was in school and they were busy most of the time.  Kale would be a blessing.

You walked to the car with AJ on your hip.  Once he was secured in his car seat, you grinned down at him.

“Ready to see everyone?” you asked.  You’d told him about his ‘surprise’ party.  You were never really any good at keeping secrets.  AJ nodded excitedly at you, his smile sending butterflies throughout your body.  “Let’s go then.”

“Surprise!” the team shouted as you walked through the door.  You playfully gasped and looked down at AJ.

He slapped his hands onto his cheeks, opening his mouth in fake shock.  To a room full of profilers, it was obvious you gave up their secret surprise party.

“You told him, didn’t you?” Alvez asked, unable to keep a smile off his face at the sight of your son.

“Sorry, he begged to know if we were surprising him, and how can you say no to that face?” you said in a baby voice, picking AJ up.

“Hey, buddy!  Uncle Spence got you a present,” Reid said, taking him from your arms.  He walked over to the desk that was full of presents, the team, apart from JJ, in tow. 

“He’s starting to look so much more like his father,” she admitted to you.

“I know,” you said, watching AJ’s family show him his new toys.  Your heart was soaring at the sight of it.  Despite the heartbreak you’d experienced almost four years ago, there was so much happiness that came to you and so much love surrounded you and your son every day, and you were so grateful for it.

“What are you thinking about?” JJ asked you.  

“Just about how damn luck AJ and I are,” you replied, leaning into her side.  She pulled you in close for a warm hug, admiring the vision of her sons with yours.  It was a perfectly cliched moment, but it was all you ever wanted.

Emily stepped away from the group, slowly making her way towards you.  A look passed between the two agents, some kind of silent communication.  You dated a profiler for well over two years, so you knew a thing or two about reading a look.

“What?” you asked.

“What?” Emily asked back, acting nonchalant.  

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” you told her, knowing you were right.

“Tell me about the woman you met today at the park,” she said suddenly, catching you off guard.

“Excuse me?” you asked, not understanding what she meant.  “What woman?”

“Y/N, you have a protective detail on you 24/7, and it’s their job to report to me.  They told me about the woman you talked to at the park,” Emily replied.

“So?  I’m aware you keep an all too watchful eye on me and AJ at all times, but why are you suddenly interrogating me on who I happen to converse with?”  you asked, your voice raising a bit. 

“I’m just following protocol,” she tried, but you were too annoyed to listen.

“I don’t give a damn about protocol, what is this about?” you asked.  Emily looked at JJ, as if she was silently asking for help.

“We just want to know if you’re trying…” JJ started, but she couldn’t find the words.

“Trying to what?” you asked, skepticism clear in your voice.

“Strauss is worried you’re trying to contact Hotch,” Emily said.  What, you thought.

“How is me talking to a random mom at the park me trying to contact him?” you asked, vocalizing your confusion.

“Are you?” Emily asked sternly, clearly wanting a straight answer.

“No!  Of course not.  Why would she think that?” you said, still unable to understand what talking to a woman at the park meant about Aaron.  JJ looked at Emily, another strange look passing between them.  “What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s on need-to-know basis, Y/N,” Emily told you, as if that explained everything.

“It’s about Aaron?” you blurted out.  Tears began to form in your eyes.  “If it’s about him then I need to know.”

“Y/N,” JJ started, but you cut her off.

“Do you know where he is?” you asked, your heart beginning to speed up.  The agents at the present table started to quiet down, looking over at you.  You were fixing to go into hysterics, it was obvious.

“No, I don’t.” Emily said.  Her voice was strong.  She wasn’t lying.

“Then what?  Does Shelby know where he is?” you asked, recalling the mom from the park’s name.

“We figured that’s why you were talking to her,” Emily finally admitted.  You furrowed your brows, even more confused than before.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, knowing Emily was probably not going to be able to keep whatever this secret was from you any longer.  She sighed and looked at the other agents, silently telling them all to distract AJ and not listen to what she was about to say.

“Shelby Madison is the woman you talked to today.  She has a son named Kale, that’s who AJ was playing with,” she said.

“I know all this,” you replied, wanting her to spill.

“Shelby Madison is a private investigator,” she finished.  “Strauss thinks you hired her.”

“I didn’t.  I’d only met her today,” you said.

“What did she tell you at the park?  Try to remember the conversation you had with her,” Emily said, not as a friend, but as an agent.

“She asked me how old AJ was, she mentioned her son was four and about to start school,” you recited, slowly trying to remember the words she’d told you.

“What else?”

“She introduced herself as Shelby and asked to see AJ and I again.  That’s it.”

“When?”

“On Wednesdays.  She mentioned her and her son go to the park every Wednesday,” you said, realizing why Emily was asking these questions.  “I’ve never seen her before today.  AJ and I are at the park every Wednesday, too, she was lying,” you said.  “What does that mean?”

“It means someone hired her to find you,” Emily said.

Your heart sped up, your palms became increasingly sweaty.

“Someone like Scratch?” you whispered, the name feeling hot on your tongue.  It’d been two years since you said that name, and although he was out of your thoughts most nights, it was a name that still haunted you.

“No,” a voice said behind you.  The look on Emily’s face said it all.  You knew exactly who that voice belonged to.  It was a voice you hadn’t heard in three and a half years.  A voice you never thought you’d hear again.

It was the only voice in the world you ever wanted to hear, but knew you never could.

You turned to face Aaron Hotchner

“Someone like me.”

[specialagentlokitty]

Hotch x reader - Won

"Bet me, fool and we'll see what's up." With Hotch, please! And also, good afternoon, beautiful! Hope you have a wonderful day! - Anon❤️

I hope it’s not shitty lmao ❤️

You stared down your boss. You didn’t want to do what he said. Not in any way and you had spent the last few hours arguing with him about it. Why did he even choose you? You know full well it was supposed to to Emily doing this.

“I don’t want to.” You grumbled.

“(Y/N) you have to.”

“Hotch no, please! everyone will laugh at me! Get Emily or JJ! Why me?!”

Hotch sighed a little, placing his hand on your shoulder. He gave it a small squeeze, lowering his head to meet your eyes.

“They won’t, you’ll be fine. Plus I’ll be there with you.” He assured.

You really didn’t want to, you were scared everyone would make fun of you in a dress. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had done it. And oh still couldn’t figure out why he had decided he wanted you to come along with him.

“Fine... but bet me, fool and we’ll see what’s up.”

Hotch rose his eyebrow at you but didn’t say anything against it. Throwing your hand out you scowled at him, at least you could get a bit of money from the whole thing.

“50 bucks says they will.”

“50 they won’t, deal?”

“Deal.”

The pair of you shook hands. Satisfied you walked slowly away to the woman’s restrooms to get changed into your undercover clothes. After an hour there was a knock on the door.

“(Y/N), are you ready?”

“Yes...”

“Are you going to come out?”

“No...”

There was a sigh, you heard talking on the other side of the door. The door creaked open just a little.

“Is there anyone else in there?”

“No...”

Swinging the door fully open Hotch walked in before he closed it. Opening the door to the stalls until he finally came across yours. You quickly locked it, sitting back down on the toilet lid.

“Open the door please.” He asked softly.

“N...no... I don’t want to do this... get JJ or Emily they’d be better...” you mumbled.

You heard another sigh, then Hotch leaning against the door.

“Do you know why I chose you?”

“Because you like making my life hell?”

Hotch chuckled.

“No, because I know you’ll look beautiful in that dress. And I’d much rather go with you then JJ or Emily.”

You felt heat rush to your face, now thankful that you had closed and locked the stall door. He didn’t mean it did he?”

“Will you unlock the door (Y/N)?”

With shaky hands you slid the lock across. Eyes cast down as it slowly opened. You didn’t miss the sharp intake of breath Hotch took, squeezing your eyes shut you waited.

“I look horrible...” you sniffed, you wanted to cry but you didn’t want to cry in front of him.

There was a lot of shuffling, then someone brushing stray hair from your face. Peaking an eye open you took a sharp breath. Hotch was crouched down in front of you, a small smile playing at his lips.

“You look beautiful.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He nodded.

As he stood up he pulled you up with him. Taking you out of the stall and to the mirrors where he took the brush you left and begun to gently brush your hair. His fingers running through it after the brush. When your eyes connected in the mirror yours quickly darted away.

“All done, are you ready?”

“Not really...”

Offering you his arm he wished for you to take it before walking to the door. Hotch exited first, you following closely behind with your head turned down. There wasn’t a sound throughout the whole station, you were were sure they could all hear your beating heart.

Then finally someone cheered, letting out a low whistle.

“Damn babygirl you look amazing. I wouldn’t mind taking you out.” Derek teased sending you a wink.

In an instant Hotchs arms were around you, pulling you into his chest. You were sure he was sending Derek a glare, the though made you smile a bit.

Soon enough everyone else started cheering a whistling making you more embarrassed than ever.

“See I told you.” Hotch whispered in your ear.

“I owe you fifty bucks.” You whispered back.

“How about dinner instead?”

You froze for a second trying to figure out if you heard him right.

“Dinner it is then. But first the case.” You smiled.

“About that...” he grinned sheepishly.

Furrowing your brows you thought for a minute before your eyes snapped open.

“You did this just to ask me to dinner?”

“Maybe?” He offered.

You saw a quick flash of his smile before he pulled you flush against him in a hug. Arms around him, you closed your eyes, head pressed against his chest where you could hear his heart beating wildly. Just like your own. His chin sat perfectly on ton of your head, the pair of you heard a camera and turned to Rossi who was grinning madly.

“Looks like you both won.”

Glancing up at Hotch you nodded, turning back to Rossi.

“We did.”

TAGS:

Criminal minds: @clockworkmorningglory @darth-dorle @stiffinme

All: @sitkafay @havlindzk @drakelover78

[specialagentlokitty]

Hotch x reader - Help

For @stiffinme hope you don’t mind I put military background

I think I need help

“Come on Hotch! You can’t bench me!” You yelled.

“I can, and I will.”

“Hotch come on, please be reasonable.”

“(L/N), I need your badge and gun. This is for your own protection.”

Growling in frustration you slammed them both onto the table. Glaring harshly at your boss. Flipping him off you stormed away, not even bothering to say bye to the rest of the team.

I'm drowning in myself

As you walked away from the building you couldn’t stop the thoughts from sinking in. Work was the only way to escape them and now that you had been benched there was nothing stopping them.

Did someone turn the lights out?

Or is it just another dark cloud in my head?

Slamming the door to your apartment closed, you stumbled over to the couch. Throwing yourself on it, head buried in your hands.

“Shut up... shut up... shut up...” you mumbled, tightening your grip.

'Cause I'm cut deep, my heart won't beat

Deep down low it's killing me

Letting out a frustrated yell, you got up. Walking over to a wall where you sent your fist straight through it, blood instantly sweeping out the wound.

“Fuck!” You growled.

If I wanna scratch out yesterday

I've got so much I need to say

(I've got so much I need to say)

Slumping down against the wall, you took the fallen picture in your hand. Running your fingers across the shattered glass, ignoring the sting from the small cuts it opened. Everyone was in their army uniform, smiles all around as you all stood at the airport.

Tears fell out of your eyes, burying your head in your arms, you spent the better of the day crying.

I think I need help

'Cause I'm drowning in myself

After hours of crying, you couldn’t cry anymore. Taking a deep breath you wiped the tears in your face and stood up. Your back hurt, and your joints were stiff, but only then did you register someone knocking on your door.

Walking over, you composed yourself and opened it. Coming face to face with the man who started all of this.

“Hotch?”

It's sinking in, I can't pretend

That I ain't been through hell

“Can I come in?” He asked.

“Uhm... sure..” stepped aside you closed the door behind him.

Hotch stopped in the hallway, taking in the cracked wall, the picture on the floor and the now dried blood.

“Did something happen? Are you okay?” He panicked.

“What? Yeah, I’m good.” You smiled.

You went to brush past him, but his hand caught your wrist. Stopping you in your tracks. While he held you there, he walked around, getting a good look at your face.

“(Y/N)?”

I think I need help

I'm drowning in myself

Collapsing to the floor, you were just barely supported by Hotch, who’s arms instantly wrapped around you as he dropped to the floor with you.

“(Y/N)!”

Glancing up at him with glossy eyes, you shook your head. Gripping his shirt in a nearly deathly grip. Your wounds opening up once again.

“I need help...” you whispered, gazing into his eyes.

They're preying on my weakness

Believe it

“With what?” He whispered back.

“Everything... I can’t.. I can’t get ride of the thoughts Hotch! They won’t go away... they’ve come back...”

I'm thinking to myself "no not again"

And I won't keep listening

“What about them?”

Hotch knee briefly of your past, as did everyone else on the team. But they didn’t know the full extent of what happened or why you were let go.

“It’s my fault... it’s all my fault...” you cried.

When temptation's creeping in

If I wanna make it another day

“Hey, nothing is your fault.” Hotch was confused, but he wanted to do something to help you.

“It is! I should have... I could... I should have been there with them... it should be me not them...”

Pulling you into his lap, Hotch hushed you. Sending a quick text, he turned his full attention back to you. His heart aching at the sight of seeing you so fragile.

I've got so much I need to say

(I've got so much I need to say)

“You are tight where you are meant to be, even if you don’t see it.”

“They died.. I was supposed to be there... not them...”

I think I need help

'Cause I'm drowning in myself

“You can’t blame yourself (Y/N).”

“I know.. but.. I can’t.. I can’t help but feel it’s my fault...”

It's sinking in, I can't pretend

That I ain't been through hell

“Do you have someone you talk to?”

“N...no..”

Hotch sighed, squeezing you lightly to reassure you he was there.

“Talk to me then.” He whispered in your ear.

I think I need help

I'm drowning in myself

I think I need help

As you started from the beginning, he sat there and listened to every single word. Wiped every tear that fell from your eyes. He waited until you were done, it was well past midnight now.

'Cause I've put myself through hell

I think I need help

“I’ve put myself through hell... now I’m stuck there Hotch...” you mumbled.

Rubbing his hands up and down your arms, he pulled you closer into him.

“We’ll get you out.”

'Cause I'm drowning in myself

It's sinking in, I can't pretend

That I ain't been through hell

Leaning back, you gazed into his warm brown eyes. Smiling slightly at him, you rested your head on his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent.

I think I need help

I think I need help

I think I need help

“I think I just need some help.” You whispered.

“We’ll get you help, don’t worry.”

TAGS:

Criminal minds: @clockworkmorningglory @darth-dorle @stiffinme

All: @sitkafay @havlindzk @drakelover78

[chloespector]

Sherlock!!!!

Spencer Reid x Teen!reader - Playing detective

“I need a human corpse. Now, does anyone know where can I buy one?“ Criminal Minds, Visiting Teen Reader. Maybe with Reid? "Maybe I shouldn’t have said that in the middle of a FBI conversation.” Realization/ awkward joke before they help them significantly with a case there stuck on? Thanks! Your writing is always the best! If you decide to write this one, thanks a lot and feel free to change it around if you want to. ❤️❤️ - @agent-prophecy 💜

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