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[writersblockedx]

Hi there!

I really love your fanfics!

I couldn’t use the link to submit a request so I’m sending it here !

What about a fanfic where Ried has a family but he’s kept it secret for so many years so they wouldn’t get hurt. He has a small daughter and a young son. One day at the office, he gets pictures of someone taking pictures of them with a threat so he has to come clean to the team and bring his family to the office to keep them safe and they are all shocked

Please no pressure for this fic! Love your work!!!

Securing Secrets / S.R.

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Summary - Spencer has always attempted to keep his family safe. So much so, they had become a secret. But when their lives are threatened, he has no choice but to come clean and ask for the help of his team. Warnings - Stalking, mentions of violence and death Words - 3.8K 

A/n - I hope this is okay for you - I wrote a little more than I intended to but I still hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

It was no wonder why Spencer had kept his family to himself. When he had faced killers like Cat Adams and Tobias Hankle, he knew what humans were capable of - if he dared to even compare them to anything humane. So, he made the decision when he met Y/n to forever keep her a secret from his work. And when they started growing a little family with two children, he kept them a secret too.

Sometimes it killed him inside. As much as he loved his team, risking the lives of his family just wasn't enough for him. He had lost his first love, had his mother held captive, he wasn't about to risk his family too. He had learnt from his past - at least he thought he had done.

"Morgan, hey, no, you can't-" Y/n called towards their seven year old daughter whose sticky fingers had grasped a hold of a copy of fifty shades of grade. When she thought taking the kids on a day trip out to the book store would be easy, she hadn't imagined her seven year old reading smut. "You can't read that." She scolded before placing the book back on its shelf.

The bushy-haired girl gazed up at her mother, "Why not?" She huffed.

Her arm wrapped around Jay, their more reserved, four (and a half) year old. "Because it's an adult book. When you're old enough, you can read it."

"I am old enough, Daddy said I've got an advanced reading age!" Of course, she did - she was the daughter of the guy who could read 20,000 words a minute. Not to mention, she was going through the 'I'm old enough to do what I want' phase.

"Ask me again when you're 18, how about that?" She suggested before the child wrapped at her torso and stared up at her.

"Will Dada be home?" He asked.

Jay always liked coming home from their day trips to find Spencer already there, his head deep in another book or a case file. But days like that were rare - as much as both the parents hated such. "Erm-" Before she could give her son an answer, her phone started to ring. "That should be him." She gave the boy a smile before pulling out her mobile and seeing Spencer's contact staring back at her.

The man, from the moment they made it official, had always made sure to call her at the end of his working day. Whether he was in a hotel somewhere in the country, on the jet or if he was simply in his car, travelling home. "Hey, Spence, you should hear what Morgan wants to read-"

She could barely finish her breath, "Where are you?" He asked, his tone ever so stern that it was already making her nervous.

"The bookstore down town." She answered, already glancing around like she suddenly felt as if she was being watched. "Why?"

The girl could hear his uneven breaths on the other side of the phone, "I- Shit-" That's when Y/n knew something was wrong - her husband never swore...ever. "Can you come to the office? With the kids, we need you here."

"The office? Spencer, what are you talking about? I thought they didn't know."

"Yeah, well something's changed." Her heart started beating so fast that she wondered if Jay would be able to feel it. "Please, I need to know you're all safe."

She nodded and gazed over at her two children whom were waiting to hear about what Daddy had told her. "We'll be right over," She assured.

"And Y/n," He spoke, "In your car, in the glove compartment, there's a pistol, please, take it." What the hell had happened? Spencer could barely use a gun himself, never mind her. "I put it in there just in case and, just keep it on you until you get here."

"Okay, yeah." She didn't like the idea but, if someone was threatening them, if someone was putting her and her children at risk, she would do whatever was needed.

"I'll see you soon." Spencer huffed, "I love you."

"I love you too."

And with that, she ended the call. Only a single exhale dared to leave her lips before she stood. "Is Dada home?" Jay nagged.

She scooped the boy up into her arms, "No, but we're gonna visit him at work, okay?" Jay didn't seem happy about the idea but she'd rather the boy be safe than happy. "Come on," With her free hand, she grasped Morgan's finger tips tightly. "We need to go."

She rushed her and the kids into her parked car outside, making sure to look over her shoulder. Once she was seated in the driver's seat with the engine running, her gaze glanced to the glove compartment. Y/n needed to. Her hand leaned over, pushing it open and finding the gun stuffed behind a thick car manual. She grasped it for a moment before placing it on the passangers seat for easy access.

From there, she didn't take her foot off the gas. She was usually an ulta-safe driver. But, tonight, everything was different.

When they arrived to the BAU, Y/n pressed the button for the sixth floor and waited for the doors to glide open. With two children at either side of her, she wandered into the office. Her eyes instantly searched for Spencer. Instead, a blonde, colourful girl came running over to them. Well, walking as fast as she could in her thick heels. Garcia, Y/n assumed.

"Oh, you must be the lovely Mrs Reid," She sighed in relief when she came face to face with Y/n.

She glanced her up and down; there was no way this was JJ or Emily. "Penelope, right?"

The girl almost seemed surprised, "You- you know me?"

Y/n's face softened ever so slightly, "Of course."

"Y/n!" Her head turned from Garcia to see Spencer jogging over to her. Once he was close enough, he instantly engulfed the girl into a tight hug. "You okay?" He asked before pulling away and hugging his two children.

She nodded, "Yeah, we're okay, don't worry." When Spencer stood from hugging his kids, he gazed back over at his wife. She had grasped her hand from the back hem of her jeans, pulling out the pistol he had made sure she take. "Here, I've no idea what I'm doing with it anyway." Spencer took the weapon from her before her expression turned stern, "Now, what the hell is going on?"

Spencer's eyes instantly glanced down at their children; they didn't need to hear this. "Morgan, Jay," He spoke ever so softly to them as he leaned down, "Why don't you go with Garcia, she'll show you all her funky toys?" He glanced back at Penelope who was gleaming with a smile as she offer a hand for each child.

"Oh, yeah! I've got unicorns, fairies, fluffy pens, everything." She gleamed, trying to hide her fear for the true reason Spencer's family had been bought into the BAU. Once the kids took the woman's hand she gave one last look at the couple, "Let me know if you need anything."

The boy nodded before Garcia began leading the children towards her cave, "Someone- someone found you." He started to explain as he interlocked his hand with her, guiding the two over towards the conference room where the rest of the team were waiting. "I don't know how and I don't know who but- but around 30 minutes ago I had email to my work address. There's photos, almost a months worth."

Her brows narrowed at him, "Of what?"

"Of you."

Oh god. Despite all the effort the two had put in to keep their family personal, someone had still connected her and the kids to Spencer. And for whatever reason, they had become a target.

Spencer opened the door to the conference room, where the team were waiting. Most of them sat at the round table where they had several files and papers scattered in front of them. But at the entrance of Reid and his secret wife, they each turned. She offered them a weak smile before the man, whom she assumed was Hotch, spoke up, "Sadly we don't have much time for small talk, but we all want to help." He stood over towards Y/n and offered her his hand, "Aaron Hotchner."

She shook his hand, "Hotch, I should have known." And then she glanced around the table at the rest of the agents. Without hesitation, she named them all, "JJ, Emily, Rossi and Morgan." She smiled at each of them. "Spencer talks about you all a lot."

The boy next to her grinned every so slightly. "I wish we could have met differently." Morgan offered as he stood up, "Take a seat, we'll run you through what we know."

Y/n followed Spencer as the two sat at the round table and the tv screen in front of them started filling with papazzi-style photographs of the woman. Her grocery shopping, her at a bar with some friends, and even one from this morning: hand in hand with Jay as she led the two children into the bookstore they adored.

"You said this has been going on for a month?" How could that have been the case and she had no idea?

Hotch nodded, "We believe so yes."

"Who would want to do this?" She questioned; she wasn't exactly an interesting person. She had a normal life - as the pictures had proven.

Spencer took her hand, "We erm, we're not sure yet. We have one theory."

The tv screen clicked onto another slide. A woman's face filled the screen. A woman whom Y/n had heard far too much about: Cat Adams. "We know Adams has an obsession with Reid, and well, we know she likes to target his personal life," JJ informed as Y/n recalled the days in which Diana had been held captive. "If she somehow found out about you, it would have set her off."

"But she's in prison." Y/n pointed out.

Emily shrugged, "She was in prison when she found Reid's mother. She's- She's a master manipulator and ever since Reid first encountered her, he was the first man to challenge her." All of which Y/n already knew.

"If you really think it's her then-" Her eyes gazed over at Spencer, filled with worry, "You're going to have to talk to her aren't you?" It wasn't a question; she knew it.

Spencer sucked in a breath before he dared to nod.

It didn't take them long. Before Y/n realised it, she was watching out the window of the conference room as two prison guards held Cat by either one of her arms. She was smiling- no, she was smirking. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her eyes gazed around the office until she was forced into an interrogation room.

All they needed to know was who her contact was. Once they had a name, they could find them and put whoever that was in prison too.

Y/n stood next to Spencer as they stared at the woman through the double-sided mirror. "If she's done all this to get to you, why are we letting her talk to you?" The girl questioned.

"She always slips up in front of Reid." Emily answered - despite how much they all hated the idea.

Rossi was the first to pose another opinion, "What if we give her something she isn't expecting?" He suggested, "What if we don't give her Reid?" Surely, if the team sent in someone Cat Adams didn't expect, then maybe she would slip up just as easily - if not more so.

The older man shared a glance with Emily. A glance of which allowed them to silently suggest something; the two had an idea that wasn't yet shared with the rest of the group. It wasn't until Emily's eyes landed on Y/n that they started to understand what the two were thinking, "What if- What if we sent Y/n in?"

The girl scoffed; that must have been a joke. "You're kidding, right?" She laughed. "I mean, I'm not- I'm an agent. I'm a normal person. I can't talk to a criminal!"

"That's exactly what we need," Spencer spoke aloud without even realising, "She's expecting me, she's expecting FBI, send in someone different and it might just make her slip." Spencer turned to face Y/n, one hand gently cupping her cheek as he spoke, "Especially if we send in the very girl she's jealous of."

Y/n's head shook; she couldn't. She was with Spencer, but she wasn't a part of his world, "I can't."

"You can," His voice soothed, "You can do anything."

"We'll be right here," Emily assured.

Y/n glanced back at the window, at the criminal who had targetted her. If this was their best shot, then she might have to take it. Her family was at risk for goodness sake. Once they figured out who  her partner on the otherside, all this would be over. The girl sighed, "Fine," She finally agreed. "But if anything happens, if she does anything, please-"

Spencer was already nodding, "We'll get you out of there, don't worry." He promised.

His hands fell from her skin before she glanced between the other two agents, "How do I do  this then?" She asked.

"Go in there, vague questions, act better than she is, because you are," Emily mentored, "We need to figure out how she's orchestrated this."

With those instructions, the girl nodded and Rossi handed her the file. The one of which was filled with the stalker photos of herself and the kids, "See what happens if you show her these too, it might tell us a lot." He explained.

And with that, with that grace of a nod, a peck to Spencer's lips, the girl headed into the interrogation room.

Cat Adams was nonchalant. She had learnt a lot. She had learnt the best way to not let BAU agents know what she was thinking. But sending Y/n in certainly hadn't been what she expected.

The girl swallowed as she took the seat across from Cat with a very weak smile. She gazed up at the woman who had suddenly grown a sickly smile which made Y/n become nervous. She wanted to leave already, "Hi," Cat shrugged her shoulders and gazed softly at Y/n.

But the other girl was staring back with narrowed eyes, "Do you know who I am?" She questioned.

Cat leaned back and shrugged, letting out nothing but a hum. So Y/n leaned forward and placed one of the photos in front of the girl. It was just of her - no Jay or Morgan present. Just her, exiting her car as she headed to the store, "So you don't recognise this?".

She barely glanced at it, "Should I?"

"You know Doctor Reid though, don't you?"

Instantly, her demeanour shifted. But she desperately tried to hide it, "Bumped into him...sure." She shrugged it off.

Y/n thought for a moment before raising her left hand, wiggling her ring finger to show off her wedding ring to the girl, "Yeah well, I know him quite well." She said, watching as Cat's smile completely dissipated, "And he, well, he sort of mentioned you. I mean I sort of remember your name...remind me again? Carol? Cath-?"

"Cat." She cut in.

The girl faked a shock of realisation; this was exactly what Emily had asked: make herself look better than Cat.  "And you don't know me?" She glanced back to her wedding ring, "Wife." She spoke.

The girl huffed and smiled to herself like something was funny, "Yeah, good luck with that."

Y/n glared back at her, tilting her head. The words from Emily echoed through her mind. "And what do you mean by that?"

Cat doesn't want to answer that. More specifically, she doesn't want to answer Y/n. "He- he's complicated, I'm sure you're aware right? Girlfriend died, no dad around, mum got kidnapped, and well, god knows everything that's happened to his team." She almost finds it funny.

Y/n leaned her elbows against the metal table, "And you were the very person who took his mother. I know you, Cat. I know all you want is to win against my husband but tough luck, it's not going to happen." The girl tried to keep up her straight face but when facing Cat Adams, it seemed to be proving difficult.

She shrugged, "Maybe not before, but now I have you." Her eyes narrowed and suddenly Y/n grew nervous; she was behind this. All of it. "And of course, you two little munchkins." Her shoulders squeezed and she smiled sickly.

"So you do know them."

"I know everything."

A shiver flew down her spine. She was behind all of this. And Y/n couldn't help but ask: "And what do you want?" Y/n had some idea. This had nothing to do with her or the kids; it was all about getting back at Spencer.

She giggled, "Well there would be no fun in telling you, would there?"

"You can't do this myself yourself," Y/n stated. Once they had the name of whoever it was on the outside, they could get over this: they could move on.

The girl on the other side of the metal table simply shrugged, "Who says I am?" And like that, it was confirmed. Not only the fact that she was behind this, but that she had partner and the outsider. And that was all they needed  - for now, anyway.

With narrowed eyes, Y/n glared at the girl and started to stand from the chair. She didn't need anything else. She took a breath before turning her back, "You might want to look over your shoulder." Cat taunted.

Something of which, the girl had ignored as she continued out of the interrogation room. An exhale fell from her lips as she found herself back in the company of people she trusted. Of people she knew...with Spencer.

His hand instantly reached at her waist, pulling her close. The feeling of her skin at his releasing a relief she couldn't stop. He was safe. He was loving. He was her husband, "Are you okay?" He questioned before anyone else had the chance to speak.

The girl nodded but gave no words. What was she meant to say after a face to face with Cat Adams? "She's definitely behind this," Emily confirmed.

"She's working with someone too," Y/n added as she eased into the familiar feeling of Spencer.

"So now we know that," Y/n started as she gazed between the three agents, "What do we do now?"

"Now," Answered Rossi, "We get Garcia."

And so the group of them wandered over from the interrogation room and headed to what they called Garcia's 'cave'. And safe tp say was. No windows, just a lot of screens and several different sparkly things. Plush teddies, framed stock photos of puppies and a slingy which Jay was playing with.

"Hi," Y/n gleamed as she greeted her kids once more, "You two been good for Garcia?"

The woman stood from her chair, "They're angels," She smiled.

"We need your help now," Spencer said as they quickly entered back into the situation at hand. They didn't have time for small talk.

"Of course, anything."

And so she sat back at her chair as Spencer came to her side, beginning to list the profile they had started, "Look for names that pop up in the guest book of the hotel Montana, it's the building next to our house." Spencer informed and Garcia became manically typing. "They'll have been a guest for at least a month, cross check that with anyone from Cat's old life, work, college, high school, anything-"

"Nothing."

"What if- I mean surely whoever this person is would be using an alias," Y/n suggested.

A theory of which Spencer agreed with, "Bring up a photo of the guests who have stayed for a month."

Garcia followed: there were three. As they scrolled through high school pictures and then college- "There!"

A photo matched. A woman, same age as Cat, sickly sweet smile, fire red hair and geeky glasses. And then the name: Amy Duke. They had a name. They had everything Garcia could find. "That's got to be her," Emily confirmed.

"Garcia, send us everything." And like that, everything was go-go-go.

Y/n barely had a chance to speak before her hand was reaching out to stop Spencer from running off, "Hey," She called.

His hands cupped at her cheeks, "It'll be alright, I promise." He gave a smile which could ease her nervous a million times over. "Go home, I'll be there soon."

And like that, he was gone.

Y/n said her goodbyes to Garcia before taking her kids hand in hand and heading for the exit. She tried to not think about what Spencer was doing, about the woman he was facing. It was all too overwhelming. Instead, she focused on feeding her kids and getting them dressed for bed. It was horrible when they asked about where Daddy was - if he was coming home. All she could tell them was that it was going to be fine...even if she wasn't so sure of such herself.

She perched at the end of Morgan's bed, her door open, giving the woman a view of a sleeping Jay in the room across the hall. She didn't dare to leave her children when there was danger still looming over them. The girl watched as her daughter's chest rose and fell with her breaths. And after what felt like hours, the front door rustled open.

Y/n became alert, she flew up to her feet and wandered carefully out of Morgan's room. She lingered at the top of the stairs; what if it wasn't her husband? "Spence?" She called, worrisome.

He was already rushing up the stairs at the sound of her voice, "Hey, it's me don't worry." He met her at the top of the landing, engulfing his body around her. "It's over, I swear, she's been arrested, Cat is back in prison." Relief flooded her. "It's all over."

Her head gazed up at him, a slight grin brushing over her lips, "What a way to meet your second family, hey?" She giggled. And while the day had been horrid, there was some good out of it - she wasn't a secret anymore.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Hoe about one woth the male reader fainting due to a high fever

It didn't develop until half way through a case, you felt shit on the journey there, sure. But you thought that was just a lack of sleep. Turns out, it was just the beginning. The rest of the symptoms were quick to follow. As it turns out, the flu was rough. You felt a little like a zombie, but tried your best to hide it from the team, not wanting them to be too worried, or to bench you. But you felt dead on your feet.

"Maybe you should take a day off," Spencer says when you walk in the second day into the case.

"I'm fine," You mumbled, grabbing a cup of coffee and a bottle of water. 'Health.' You think to yourself as you sit down. "I'm just tired,"

"You look like shit," Emily chimes with a snort.

"So do you." Your replies instant and has Emily laughing.

Derek snorted, "Sleep deprivation does not look good on you."

You turn to him, "Morgan? Go fuck yourself." Derek and Emily share another laugh and you want to strangle them both.

That's pretty much how it went that day, you trying your goddamn best to focus but your head was throbbing to the beat of your heart. Eventually, Hotch called it a night and you returned to the hotel.

Only things didn't improve from there. No, instead, you spent the night sweating your socks off (not literally) as you tossed and turned trying to get to sleep.

No one comments, luckily, about how rough you look the next morning, but you do notice the concerned looks they share with each other and try your best to ignore it. You were fine.

It was just after lunch when everything went to shit. You're not really sure what happened. Just that you felt a bit rough, a wave of nausea flooded through your stomach, and then everything went black.

Derek knew something was wrong when you looked over to him, eyes glassy. He made his way over to you, concern flooding his face when you didn't seem to notice him. Calling out for Reid, he made sure not to take his eyes off you, hands at the ready to steady you if needed. And then he watches as your eyes roll back and you start to drop.

You woke up in the breakroom on the couch with a variety of anxious faces staring at you. "What happened?"

Hotch is the one to answer, "You fainted," Your cheeks flush an even deeper red as you groan in embarrassment. "If you were feeling under the weather you should have let one of us know,"

You shake your head, ignoring how the world spins, "I'm not under the weather,"

"You've got the flu," Spencer chimed, "Not to mention a temperature and high fever that caused you to faint,"

"But I'm fine," You mumbled, placing a hand over your forehead.

"Take the rest of the week off," Hotch says with a sigh, "Stay here for the rest of the day until someone can drive you back. I don't want you on your own."

"Hotch, I'm a grown-up, I don't need-"

"And we can take shifts staying with you until the case is finished." Hotch doesn't seem to want your input right now, so you sigh, mumbling an agreement as you let your eyes slip shut.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Heyy sorryy about the fem!reader issue!!! I read over the rules again😅

But can you do the request with gn!reader?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ candy rule ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹ [og request they’re referring to]

|| aaron hotcner x derek morgan x spencer reid x reader

warnings: reader breaking the rules, lots of talk of food/candy

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It’s not that you don’t know what the rules are, you do, Reid even wrote them out on a laminated piece of paper so you could reference them whenever you needed. But you’re not great at following them, at least one of them.

Brushing your teeth, cleaning up your toys, holding one of your caregivers hands in public, you can follow all those and most other ones, it’s the candy rule you don’t like. Even before they became your caregivers the boys knew you had a killer sweet tooth, they’d seen how you and Garcia kept bags of treats tucked away in your bags, or how Jj always got you sugary coffee with carmel swirled in, so they knew it’d have to be a rule to cut back.

Spencer’s explained the importance of having a balanced diet and how too much sugar can lead to problems with your teeth or make your stomach upset. Aaron and Derek have also stressed that they know you get a bit more hyper when you’ve had a lot of sugar so they want to avoid the inevitable sugar crash that’d surely come afterwards.

It hasn’t stopped you, not fully. You’ve been careful to cut back and to not keep as many sweets around so you won’t reach for them, but there’s still a stash of chocolates sitting in the front pocket of your to-go bag.

It’s where you’ve pulled candy from as you sit beside Jj on the jets couch, she’s reading a book completely obviously to your rule breaking behavior, so it’s working out nicely for you.

“Ahem.” It’s not til Derek clears his throat that you notice he’s moved from where he was playing cards with Elle and is now standing in front of you. You can only stare up at him, there’s still a wrapper in your hand and half a piece of toffee filled chocolate in your mouth. There’s no getting out of this.

“Hi Der.” You give half a smile that does nothing to smooth over the look on Morgan’s face.

“Is that chocolate?” You can only hand the wrapper over, hoping the ones shoved into the front of your bag go unnoticed.

“You know you’ve already had your candy for the week.” The week rule has worked out nicely, you get a certain amount you can eat whenever you’d like and Aaron usually keeps track that you’re not going through it too fast as you’ll be upset by the end of the week with nothing left. It was finished two days ago and in your defense, the case you guys caught was long and hard so you think you deserve something extra.

“C’mon, let’s go find Hotch and Reid.” Derek sighs and holds his hand out for you which you gratefully take, at least this means he isn’t that mad at you. You’ve all talked over discipline and what breaking the rules mean in depth, none of your caregivers wanting to accidentally upset you or do something you’re not comfortable with.

“Hey sweetheart.” Aaron smiles up from his place beside Spencer, both of them sliding their respected books onto the small table as they take in Derek’s expression that reads less than impressed.

“What happened?” Hotch asks outright, he’s never one to dance around topics. Derek’s hand grips yours a little tighter, nodding for you to explain but also offering that extra bit of assurance that everything’s going to be okay.

“Was eatin’ candy that I wasn’t supposed to.” It’s more mumbled than you had hoped for but neither of the boys need you to repeat yourself, they simply nod then look over to Morgan.

“I think after this case we can go on easy on them, but we’re definitely taking those chocolates out of your bag. Mhm I saw those too.” Your mouth falls ajar at Derek’s head shake, not angry, a little teasing if you’re honest, but you know those candies will never be seen again.

“You wanna go with Der to clean out your bag or stay with us?” Reid asks and while you’re sure you’ll sit down and talk about this all once you’re home, you find comfort in not being bombarded with questions or yelling, and you’re able to breathe easy when Hotch lifts you to sit between him and Spencer.

[specialagentlokitty]

Hotch x Male!reader - this thing I keep inside

I was wondering if I could request criminal minds Aaron Hotchner x Male reader - the team go on a case where the the unsub is killing their victims the same way as you would the werewolf. Reader's been with the team for a few years he has secrets he wouldn't tell a soul, that what goes bump in the dark is real or the monster of dog that attacked him shouldn't exist and he should be dead! What would happen if the truth came out? - @xweirdo101x 💜

Sitting in the seat, staring out the window of the jet, you couldn’t focus on the rolling clouds, the noise of the turbulence or the fact people were talking.

You were lost inside of your very own head.

You turned your attention back to the file in front of you, you flicked it open and began to look through some of the crime scene photos.

“Someone’s deep in thought.” Derek chuckled.

You said nothing as you carried on looking at the file, certain words screaming out at you.

Single shot.

Bullet.

Close range.

Made of silver.

All of these things were screaming at you that you shouldn’t be in this case, that it wasn’t safe for the likes of you.

You were in grave danger.

But you said nothing.

“Is he alright?” JJ whispered.

Everyone looked towards one another then back at you as you went back to looking out of the window deep in thought.

“You know what he gets like when he’s thinking.” Rossi said.

“Yeah, he’s like Reid he goes quiet then blurts it all out.” Emily chuckled.

They all laughed at that and went back to what they were doing aside from Hotch, who walked over and sat opposite you.

“What’s on your mind (Y/N)?”

You turned your eyes towards Hotch and gave him a little smile.

“Nothing, just remember some things is all.”

He narrowed his eyes a little.

You were a man of many secrets, you had things even the team didn’t know about you and they all knew that.

It was near impossible for them to profile you, and they could never tell if you were telling the truth or not.

So Hotch studied you for a moment but he couldn’t decipher whether you were lying to him.

“You would tell us if it were anything?”

“Of course I would.”

All he could do was nod his head, and take the file from you, closing it to set it aside before he went looking at you.

Studying you.

He was trying to get a read on you but he couldn’t pick anything up.

So he got up, grabbing his things and came to sit with you again while he worked, neither of you saying anything.

As you landed, your first stop was the morgue, you wanted to speak to the M.E. who was conducting the autopsies on the victims.

So you dumped your stuff in your hotel room and made your way over there, giving everyone a brief idea of what you were doing before you left.

Pushing the door open, you immediately recognised the smell that hit your nose, and by the way the woman’s head shot up she did as well.

“I wasn’t aware the FBI hired the likes of us.” She said.

“They aren’t either, we don’t have much time. I’m Agent (L/N).”

“Luna, how long do we have?”

“Maybe half an hour before one of my time get here I need to know what you can tell me that they can’t know.”

Luna nodded her head and gestured for you to come over, and she turned the body over so you could see the man’s shoulder.

“All of them have a tattoo on their left shoulder blade, that was the first indication of what they were. Different ones though none the same as of yet. And they absolutely reek of mistletoe.”

“So they were poisoned?” You asked.

“No, just drenched in it. It burn but unless ingested it can’t kill us.”

You slowly nodded your head.

Then she turned the body back over and showed you the chest, which had a bullet wound in, and dark veins around it.

“It wasn’t close distance though, I’d say maybe a few feed away. The veins are just from where the silver entered the system but they die before it can travel.”

“Right. So it’s definitely a hunter then.”

“There’s no doubt about it, if I’m being honest I’d say given these styles of killings their looking for information.”

You two carried on talking quietly, and you both looked up when the door opened.

“Hotch.”

“What did you find?”

“I’ll let Luna tell you herself.”

He nodded and you walked over to join him, and he began asking some questions and Luna gave him different answers but still what he needed to know.

Every so often you would glance at the man next to you, making sure he was buying the slightly twisted truth which he was.

When he was done you both left and you walked over to the SUV, leaning against the drivers door.

“If there’s a new body every few days, I suppose it’s a safe bet to say another will turn up by tomorrow.” You said.

“We only less than 24 hours to find our missing man, and hardly any leads to go on.”

Hotch gestured for you to go around so you got into the passenger side and furrowed your brows.

You wanted to save this one, you didn’t want to lose anyone else if you could help it.

So you were connecting all the information you had inside your head as you walked into the police department and to the room you were using.

Sitting down, you grabbed the laptop and began searching for things.

“What you found?” Rossi asked.

Everyone looked over at you.

“Well the M.E. mentioned mistletoe. Unless you grow it on your own, it wouldn’t be found in the quantities that was found on the bodies.” You explained.

“I can have Garica help you narrow that list.” Derek said.

You nodded and pushed the laptop over to him and stood up to stare at the bored.

“It could narrow our search but it doesn’t help us with a profile, we still have no idea what kind of person we’re looking for.” Emily said.

You nodded your head and you looked over to Hotch as he began to leave.

“I’m going to speak to the Thomas’ family.”

“I’ll come with you.”

He nodded his head and you joined him.

You spoke about the case on the way over, and you carefully studied the area as you two walked up towards the door.

The family were hesitant on letting Hotch in, but as they looked at you they finally agreed to speak to you both.

Hotch asked the questions and you looked around the home.

“Im sorry sir, could you help me move this box please?” The woman asked.

“Of course I can ma’am.”

She said waited for you to follow her through to the other room and she gestured for you to pick up a box which was empty.

“You’re looking for the hunter?” She asked you.

“We are. Can you tell us anything to help?”

“I can tell you a new man moved into town just before all this started. My husband will tell your friend the same thing.”

“Have you met him?”

“Not formally. But I’ve seen him, he lurks around the nightclub, it’s in the old wear house district. It’s for our kind so we all noticed a strange human hanging around.”

“Is there any working cameras do you know? Would it be safe to ask my friend back at HQ to look at the footage without anything being shown?”

“Absolutely, we’re carefully jot to show ourselves until we get past that final camera. I want you to catch this bastard.” She snarled.

You looked at her and she turned her head towards the ground.

“I’m sorry, I just… I’m so angry.. we all are…”

“I understand, and I will do what I can. Even if I have to come back on my own.”

She snapped her head towards you.

“You’d do that?”

“If it means protecting my own, then yes.”

She nodded her head and studied you.

“You don’t want to be this do you?”

“I never asked for it, but I know the fear we all face because of people like this.”

You went quiet as Hotch walked in and you placed the box on the other end of the room.

“There’s a camera outside the club we all go to.” The woman said to him.

“Thank you for your time. (L/N).”

You followed him and he stopped you just outside the car.

“What were you talking about?”

“She was tell me about her son, he was a good person Hotch. They all were.”

“That’s why we need to stop this unsub as soon as possible.”

You nodded in agreement and turned around, but stopped and walked across the road to the lamppost.

Attached it it was a photo of you circled in red pen, then words monster scrawled all over it and you looked around with narrowed eyes.

“I don’t think it’ll be that hard…” you spoke lowly.

You handed it over to Hotch and looked at him, your eyes locking with his.

“Get in the car, now.” He said sternly.

Hotch all but pushed you in the car and raced you back to the station where you were dragged to the middle of the room and everyone called over.

Hotch let them all know you were now a target and you weren’t to leave the building or be unattended at any given point.

And you weren’t, a few hours went by and while everyone else came and went you were stuck inside, Hotch glued to your side.

“I’ll be fine.”

“You have an unsub targeting you, that isn’t my definition of fine.” He said.

You sighed a little bit and took him to a quiet hallway and looked around before turning your attention towards him.

“Aaron, I will be fine. Okay? Just focus on catching this bastard.”

“The others have that covered, it’s my job to look after you.”

You sighed and placed your hand on the back of his head, pulling him down and gently pressing your lips to his forehead before you let go.

“I’m stronger than I look Aaron, I promise.”

“That won’t stop me from worrying (Y/N), not until we know you’re safe for good. So, I’m staying right here by your side.”

“Alright.”

You knew once he put his mind to something you couldn’t stop him from doing whatever it was he wanted to do.

So the pair of you walked back to the room just as an officer came through.

“There’s a phone call for the FBI agents.” She said.

“Put us through.” Hotch said.

You, Hotch, the chief of police, Rossi and Reid all crowded around the small phone to listen.

“You’re on with Agent Hotchner, who am I speaking to?” Hotch asked.

“I want the monster you are hiding in that station.”

They all looked confused and you sat down on the chair.

“Alright, you want me, I’m here. What do you want from me?” You asked.

“I have something you want.”

“You mean Jonas?”

There was a cruel laugh.

“No, although I do have Jonas. He isn’t looking too good though, but I suppose you lot don’t when you make them sit in mistletoe. But that’s not what I have that you want agent (L/N).”

“What is it that I want?”

“The person who created you.”

Your blood ran cold and you felt everybody turn their eyes towards you.

“You know you can break the curse. But you need the one who turned you. I know who did this.”

You clenched your jaw a little bit.

“What do you get in return?” You asked.

Hotch tapped your shoulder and you held your hand up towards him.

“I let Jonas go, I get you.”

“Absolutely not.” Hotch said.

“Do we have a deal agent (L/N).”

You listened carefully to the phone call as it went silent.

“No.”

You hung up and you looked up at Hotch who nodded his head and gestured to the laptop where Garcia was working.

“We’re talking about whatever your hiding after this case.” Hotch snapped.

You knew it was a ploy, the man wouldn’t be there when the team got there, but it gave you time.

So you waited, and when it was safe you excused yourself to the bathroom and went through the back entrance to the station.

Jogging down the street, you followed the strong scent of mistletoe.

The unsub had been here, leaving this for you.

And it took you far out of the town, but you finally got there and kicked the door with your boot.

“Smart, you know it’s covered.”

The man opened the door and he aimed a gun at you, forcing you down into the basement and into the mistletoe that burned your skin.

“I wanted you.” He smirked.

He gestured to a camera that had a red flashing light, and you snarled a little as your skin burned.

He slammed the cell door shut and you stood there, breathing heavily.

“Jonas wasn’t a werewolf, he was just a fellow hunter helping me find you. And this is being broadcasted to all your little friends.” He mocked.

“Why do you want me?” You growled.

He smirked a little bit, and tossed something in there with you making you jump back as it rolled towards your feet.

Wolfsbane.

You looked back up, yellow eyes boring into his, completely ignoring the camera.

“Because with a werewolf as clever as you, I can lure all of them to me.”

“It won’t work.”

“Oh believe me it will, you just need a little extra push. How about I kill your friends too?”

You rushed forward, slamming your body against the bars, growling deeply, echoing of the walls.

The team watched in horror as they stared at what was once you, but now someone they didn’t recognise as the yellowish eyes shone through the camera.

“I swear to god if you hurt them I wear tear you limb from limb…” you whispered lowly.

“I’ll leave him for last. That one you’re so fond of, I wonder how he’s searching right now to seeing this monster he calls a boyfriend.”

You growled even louder, and slammed your hands on the bars, and you began to pace back and forth, ignoring the burning of the skin.

The man watched you for a moment.

“There is a cure you know. You kill the original werewolf who did this to you, and you’ll turn back to a normal human.” He mused.

You flicked your eyes to him.

“You help me, I’ll help you.”

“I’ll take that Damn heart out your chest…”

You crouched down and your bones cracked and broke, changing, and the team struggled to watch what was going on.

“Oh my god…” Garcia whispered.

You now stood tall, taller than you were, covered in black fur, yellow eyes beaming down as you snarled and growl, lunging for the bars only to stumble back when you were shot in the shoulder.

“Consider it a warning shot beast.” The unsub snarled.

You let out a roar that shook the camera and it fell down towards the ground and you back up into the corner on the room, scraping your claws into the ground.

Now they had two unsubs to find, and someone they thought they could trust who was now a large murderous monster waiting to attack.

Did they save you?

Did they leave you?

No one knew.

But they knew they needed to stop the unsubs before anyone else got hurt.

Hotch kept his eyes glued to you though, watching as the smoke rose from your burning skin as you touched the mistletoe.

The way you dug your claws into the ground again and again.

“We know where that is!” An officer shouted.

Everyone looked at him and they shared a look.

They were about to come face to face with something from their nightmares, and they didn’t know how to confront this sort of situation

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aaron hotchner getting KISSED

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something like ms. honey

part 1 next

cw: fluff, friends to lovers, kindergarten!teacher!reader, internal hotch dialogue over falling in love, mentions of loss [haley]

Aaron is scared of getting close to you, his sweet neighbour next door who wears vibrant colours, long skirts and could talk for hours.

It’s been six months since you moved in across the street, and Aaron is completely gone.

The first time you met was when you saw Jack playing football in the front yard and asked,

‘Hey bud, you want a muffin?’ he stopped playing and stared,

‘What kinda muffin? My dad says not to take things from strangers.’

Aaron had come outside shortly after, shaking your hand when he opened his gate and accepting the muffin you had offered Jack.

Aaron did keep his distance, when he realised that he was more than infatuated. He noticed almost immediately when he started liking his teacher neighbour.

His neighbour who makes extra honey cornbread muffins for Jack for after school and who always treats Aaron to a coffee when they come over for Jack's weekly supply of baked goods.

His neighbour who adds a little extra cream to his coffee and who shares half a muffin with him even when he, ‘isn’t hungry.’

Aaron sees the way your eyes light up when Jack comes by before you leave for work, sees how your eyes linger on him when he speaks.

Aaron knows his own feelings have bloomed, and he knows what happens when someone gets close to him.

He avoids intimacy at all costs, and he knows perfectly well why he does.

He can’t lose someone else.

Not again.

He swears not going to, and he’s not putting Jack in a position to be able to lose anyone else.

“I can’t like her, David, Jack can’t lose anyone else.” Rossi reads between the lines.

“You don’t want to screw up again.” Aaron tenses and sighs.

“No, I guess not.”

Aaron sees you that evening, and for a minute he’s not sure he’s breathing.

You’re just walking back to your house, a small folder in your hands decorated with stickers. Aaron knows it’s your class folder, it’s where you keep all the new stickers for the kids.

Jack tugs on his pants leg though, only slightly breaking him out of his staring when he mumbles, “Let’s go say ‘hi’.”

Aaron nods but takes a moment to take you in.

Your glasses have their usual sunstone crystals on them, Aaron knows that because you corrected Jack when he called them ‘rocks.’

You have boots on, he can see only the toes of them but the mauve colour matches your blouse and your flared jeans. Aaron thinks you’re adorable and it’s bad for his heart the way it skips and beats harder when you smile at them.

“Miss Y/n!” ever since you told Jack you’re a teacher he insisted on calling you that- despite telling him, ‘just Y/n is fine, sweet boy.’

“Jack, you been good?” he runs over to you and you catch him mid jump, hooking him to your hip- folder pressed to his back as you hold him secure.

“I always am, though I got a red card yesterday in soccer for being naughty.” Jack says it like it’s ridiculous, the fact that he’s gotten a red card, but since you’d gotten familiar with the Hotcners, you’ve learnt that he frequents them.

Aaron chuckles then, jogging a little to bridge the distance between you.

“You pushed the other boy to the ground Jack, it was naughty.”

Aaron bumps his hip into yours as a greeting and you flash him a wide grin.

“Yeah, your dad’s right bud,” you ruffle his hair when he pouts, “But I got a fresh batch of something sweet for you.”

Aaron shakes his head. You indulge them both far too much.

“What kinda something? Because I was thinking maybe this time I could have some for myself and dad could get his own.” you laugh loudly then, pulling your key from your pocket.

“Let me.” Aaron finds himself rushing to unlock the door, pushing open the door and being hit with the scent of something warm and yeasted.

“What about sharing? You told me you were a good sharer Jack.” you try to enforce the things Aaron does with him, not wanting to overstep where his dad sets the ground rules.

Aaron notices every time. So does his heart.

He swears it’s not natural, the way he lets you into every facet of him so easily.

“Well I try,” he says sheepishly and you nod along adding an encouraging, ‘that’s the important part babe.’

“Dad just eats a lot. More than me, and he needs to be strong to fight the bad guys.” He lays his blond head on your shoulder and can’t see the way your eyes meet his dad's, all full of tears.

“Jack,” Aaron coos, heart warm at his son’s concern.

He wants to brush away the tears that collect in your eyes but you blink them away before they can fall.

“Well in that case, you and your dad are gonna have to stay over so I can make another batch.”

Jack perks up at that. Aaron hides his smile at your thoughtfulness.

“You don’t have to do that,” Aaron says softly but you tsk and gesture to your counter.

“I only made enough for a little body, Aaron.”

It was true. There was a miniature loaf of chocolate babka sitting on your cooking rack.

“It's chocolate bread.” you say to Jack who wiggles out of your arms to be free.

“Is it cooled?” he asks excitedly and you beam.

“Oh yeah! You can have a piece before your dinner if it’s okay with your dad?” You look up to Aaron who nods. He's gone.

‘It’s Friday anyways’, he rationalises, Jack deserves the little treat.

He’s so gone and he knows it.

“Thanks dad,” he says first before grabbing ‘his’ plate from the draining board.

It’s a small tea saucer, but it’s green and has little strawberries on them.

Jack's attention is taken by ‘Little Einsteins’ on the tv as you measure out the ingredients for a regular sized babka and a couple small ones, when Aaron takes a seat behind your kitchen island.

“You don’t have to make me one, you know. You have to tell him no once in a while.”

His words are whispered but Jack's too invested to care what either of you are doing now.

He's got his babka and his show.

“Aaron, did you hear his sad little voice? I almost cried.” your voice is water logged and he can see the tears forming again.

“You’re about to cry again, sweetheart.” The nickname slips out just as his hand reaches out to brush the tears away. His hand is warm, and almost like a paw where it cradles your jaw.

“Sorry,” you mumble, pulling off your glasses and letting them hang.

“You really do need to eat more though Aaron, the bad guys get fast sometimes.”

Aaron’s thumb drags across the tear streak before he pulls away. He laughs at your attempt at a joke before shaking his head.

“I eat enough, and don’t listen to him okay? The bad guys got nothing on me.” You shake your head.

“I’m still making more, you can’t talk me out of it.” he nods and resigns himself to watching you and making small talk here and there about your kindergartners.

Aaron likes the way you perk up when you mention them.

He knows all about little kids that age, remembers what Jack was like too.

“Louisa’s gotten better at the reading, but calling on her seems mean now. The kids laugh when she can’t get the words right and I can see her tears.” you mumble after some time and he nods.

The dough is proofing and Jack is knocked out cold on the sofa, chocolate staining his lips but it’s no bother.

Not to you, but Aaron might be reaching to clean him up soon.

“Kids can be real jerks.” is what he says as he moves with a wet paper towel to Jack’s face.

He pulls your throw blanket over his little body and mutes the tv.

“It’s all learnt though, that type of thing. It’ll affect her confidence if I never call on her to read, but when I do and she messes up it rattles her anyways.” You get frustrated at the thought.

You try to get all your kids to be nice, but some of them just have a mean streak, or like you said they adopt it.

“Maybe try a different tactic sweetheart. Like on days where there’s less of them, ask her to read.”

Aaron suggests it softly when he notices you coming towards him, and is pleasantly surprised when you walk over to him and sit next to him.

“Maybe.”

Aaron tries to fight the ache in his chest when he feels your breath on his chest from the quarter zip up- it’s no fucking use.

His heart races when you slump and lean further into him.

“You tired?” his voice is soft as he watches your eyes flutter closed. Aaron is adept at staying still, especially when you and Jack move so he’s in Aaron’s lap and your head is tucked into his neck.

“Little bit. Been a long day, kids are energetic.” your words are groggier now and Aaron smiles.

Standing up and moving around you don’t seem as tired as you feel, but now, all warm and seated next to him and Jack, the energy levels have finally reared their real head.

“Take a nap, sweetheart.”

-

Monday rolls around too quickly, for you and Aaron.

The solace the weekend tends to bring vanishes as the week rolls in hard and fast.

The good thing is though, that the universe seems to be looking down on you and blesses you with a smaller class than normal, and your favourite reader is in.

“Okay, what do we think of a little reading before quiet time?” your class is excited, you’re almost at the end of ‘Alma and How She Got Her name’ and they can’t wait for the final explanation.

“Can we have some volunteers?”

Hands fly up fast, but there’s one hand that’s raised shyly that makes you beam. Louisa gives you a bashful smile when you nod.

“We’ll take turns, Louisa will start and Ben will finish up.”

When she reads there’s no laughing or teasing on words she messes up on, instead there’s soft encouragement from her classmates on the names that are long and accented.

She grins wide when she’s finished and even gets a high five from her seat mate that makes your heart almost burst.

Ben finished up and gets the same help, excited as he reads the final sentence in one big breath.

“You guys are amazing! Let’s go wash up for quiet time.”

You’re happy all till 1pm when you get a call from Aaron.

He’s called once in the times you’ve been neighbours, and that was to tell you Jack came down with the flu so he wouldn’t be coming over for any muffins.

You had still sent though- for when he got better, no other reason.

The anxiety that blooms in your chest has you scrambling to answer, though you cast a careful eye over the kids as they nap.

“Aaron? Is something wrong?” even your words are rushed.

“No nothing’s wrong, sweetheart. I just need a favour.” His words settle your anxiety a little and he can tell when you let out a sigh.

“What’s the favour?” you can already guess.

“Can you pick Jack up from school? I’d ask Jess but she’s away with work and we’re due to go on the jet now.”

Your shoulders tense again, they always do when Aaron mentions going away on cases.

“Of course, how long are you gone for?” You only ask because you need to know if Jack needs clothes.

“A couple days at most, Jack has a key in the front lining of his backpack. No later than 8pm bedtime or else he’s gonna want sugar.” you smile, the mini Hotchner seems the type to like sugar at night.

“Okay, he finishes at 2:30 right?”

“Yeah, he’ll be by the gate. I’m calling his teachers to tell them who’s getting him right after.”

You nod even though he can’t see you. Aaron is a picture of diligence and attentiveness in general, but you think it’s more so due to his job.

“I’ll be on time, these kids get out in half hour. Be careful Aaron.”

He smiles, slow and wide, it’s unbecoming for someone without a crush. David catches him and wiggles his eyebrows before miming kissing himself making Aaron roll his eyes.

“I’ll try my best. Text me when you get home with him, I might still be in the air so calling won’t make any sense.”

“I’ll text you, text me when you land so I know the plane didn’t go up in flames?”

His chuckle makes you smile.

“That’s morbid, you know that?” you huff, you do but it’s an irrational fear. “I will, thanks for getting him.”

“It’s no problem Aaron.”

You’re on time for Jack. To the second. He’s got a bright smile when he sees you, waving excitedly when you flash your id to his teacher.

“You’re getting to spend a couple nights with me,” you greet and Jack nods.

“Dad said so! He’s gone for a couple nights though.” his hands hold three of your fingers as you make your way to your car.

“Yeah, that must be hard huh? We can call him though yeah? Before bed, right?” he nods as you buckle him in.

“We’re gonna keep you not having a booster between us right J?” he giggles madly and nods.

Jack eats easily, finishes his homework well and even showers without fuss, but bedtime is where it gets a bit rough.

You worked on your day plan for tomorrow while he ate but when he comes down looking sullen from his shower you set it back to the side.

“Feeling blue J?” he nods as crawls into your lap.

“Can we call him? It’s almost bedtime.”

“Yeah, we can babe.”

The line rings two times before Aaron answers.

“Hotchner.” comes his voice and Jack smiles sadly.

“Hi dad,” he’s got tears in his eyes and it makes you coo, hand cupping his cheek as you wipe the tears. “Are you okay?”

You can only imagine how Aaron feels at the crack in Jack’s voice.

“I’m okay buddy, are you?” Jack nods, and gives you a small smile.

“Yeah dad, me and y/n had dinner and no dessert ‘cause it’s almost bedtime but maybe something sweet for breakfast.”

Aaron laughs, it’s very like you. You can’t stand having to deny him something sweet, you hate it- Aaron wouldn’t be surprised if you gave Jack an ice cream sandwich just to stop his tears.

“Sounds like a plan buddy. What book did you take for bedtime?”

“The Jungle Book! Mogli’s really interested.”

You giggle, and so does Aaron. “Interesting, J. Mogli’s interesting.”

You talk to Aaron for a bit longer before JJ calls him back to the case.

“Just a couple days, then I’m back home.”

Jack sleeps in bed with you and you learn two things, he’s a cuddler and not a morning person. Not by a long shot.

You fall into a routine though, and Aaron comes back on the fourth day of a near perfect assimilation.

Jack runs to your door the minute the doorbell rings, giddy on his feet when you open it and reveal his dad.

Aaron’s a little battered to his face, but home, so you suppose it’s minor, yet the ache in your chest only lessens a smidge.

“You’re back,” Jack murmurs and Aaron nods, rubbing his back before you gesture him to your living room.

It’s almost eight so Jack’s all ready for bed, but you’re still in your work clothes and Aaron offers a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah, I’m back buddy.” Aaron nods at you to your stairs but you shake your head.

He knows what this is before you can even utter a word. He wasn’t supposed to get attached. Not like this, not this fast either.

Neither of you were. You’d assured yourself that the Hotchner men were nothing but friends, but seeing him with cuts and bruises on his face blows that assurance to dust and rubble.

He’s sure there was a broadcast about the whole thing, he’s sure you’ve seen it too. Aaron knows that look in your eyes, he saw it for years.

Jack takes a minute to fall asleep, snug on Aaron’s lap and fingers locked into the jacket of his suit.

When Aaron is sure he won’t wake up he pats the spot beside him on your sofa.

“I am okay,” he says softly, pulling your head to his shoulder and pressing a kiss to your crown. It’s small but it does enough.

“Yeah I know.” your voice is shakier than you mean it to be and Aaron sighs, deep and long.

“It’s not always this physical.” he whispers and you nod, letting your tears coat his jacket’s shoulder pads. “I’ve only broken my nose once.” his joke forces a snort from you as you wipe your face.

“I didn’t realise I’d cry when you came back.” He leans his head back when you reposition, wanting to see your face- even if it’s all splotchy with tears.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Jack does it too, I’m pretty sure my other shoulder’s covered in snot.”

You laugh again and he smiles.

“Go shower, I’ll take him home.” he’s about to get up when you place a hand on his chest.

“Would you mind staying the night? The guest room’s all set up.” your eyes don’t meet his own.

“I wouldn’t mind sweetheart, want me to wait up for you?” you nod almost bashfully and Aaron smiles.

You find Aaron changed into his own set of pyjamas, all one colour, navy blue. Jack’s missing so you assume he’s all snug in the guest bed.

Yours are cream and brown plaid with tiny bears on them.

“Feeling better?” you nod when you sit beside him on the sofa, legs pulled up to your chest as you squish your cheeks to your knees.

Aaron has his ankles crossed and his hands folded across his chest as he looks at you.

He can see the concern all over you. He doesn’t know how to navigate this without his feelings becoming abundantly clear to both of you.

You don’t know what to say without devolving into tears and weeping all over him again.

He doesn’t know how far to keep you because he wants you so close. He needs you close. That much he knows and it’s already dangerous the ferocity with which he wants to give into that.

“I know you can’t talk about it, but does it get easier?” Aaron reaches out for your arm, stroking it silently while he picks his words.

“It depends. Some cases are harder, when they involve kids especially. I don’t know if I ever want to be detached from them though; then I’m not human.”

You nod, understanding what he’s saying.

“It’s strange, when you were gone. I didn’t expect to miss you so much, but then Jack called for you in his sleep that first night and that’s when I realised you were really gone.”

He can’t hold back anymore when the tears recollect in your eyes as they zone in to the cuts on his face.

“C’mere sweetheart.” you’re in his lap with your face tucked into his soft shirt as the tears fall again.

“I’m sorry you missed me.” he whispers, kissing your temple and hugging you tighter when you say,

“It was on the news, an explosion in the street.” Aaron strokes your back till you settle, kissing your temple again before tipping your chin upwards.

“It’s scary to see it on the tv, but I promise I’m all okay. I have a checkup in the morning and then I get the all clear for work.”

You nod and let him wipe your tears, building your courage for a second, before kissing his roughed up cheek softly before pulling away.

Aaron fights the blush that blooms in his cheeks by leaning back and tucking his cheek into his shoulder.

He might never forget the pressure of your lips on his skin.

After a couple beats of silence Aaron watches you lean back on his thighs and pull on your fingers.

“Don’t be mad,” you start to say and he grins.

Aaron couldn’t be mad at you if he even tried. His silence prompts you to continue.

“I’ve got french toast soaking in the fridge for the morning, and blueberry lemon breakfast bars ready to bake for tomorrow too.”

You hide your face in your hands because he’s going to give you that stern Aaron Hotchner look that’ll make you melt a little.

“You’re gonna let him take advantage of you.” he laughs and tugs your hands from your face.

“He didn’t ask for anything! There’s a bake sale tomorrow at school but the french toast was for us.”

Aaron shakes his head and kisses your forehead.

“You’re a doll, you know that?” you giggle madly at his compliment and Aaron sighs, content to have you in his lap smiling again.

“One episode of bake off?” you ask excitedly and he nods.

You don’t move off his lap as you start up the episode, instead you let Aaron pull your throw blanket over your feet as you lay on him.

He enjoys your commentary on the different desserts the contestants are making, listening intently to what you’d do differently or what you’d bake if you went on till you trail off.

Taking a peak to the side, he sees your eyes shut and watches your breathing even out, smiling when your face tucks into his chest.

“Adorable.”

Aaron knows he’s gone, he knows he’s lost all strength to you the moment you mumble his name and grip his shirt like Jack did.

He can’t believe after six months of pining and keeping you at a distance, he lost completely to you after just two weeks of constant interaction.

His body relaxes under you, one sentence stuck in his brain- just two words.

I’m home.

[akiraiscute]

(I jst realized I made a whole BOOK, and didn’t finish it the way i wanted to on wattpad. Shall we do that shit??? [im doing it…])

{ A Slow BURN, of Aaron Hotchner & Fem! Reader. As of right now, you jst look like you!! Not any race color. }

New Episode, Criminal Minds. Which comes with,

Tw ; Gore, Description of Dead Bodies, Slow Burn, 2022 writing (that im fixing rn!), use of You(s) instead of I(s) and her!!

New Case.

As the sun hits your eyes, you could only rub your eyes while you are waiting up. Groggily as well.. You turned over to your side, grabbing your phone that was playing (F/M) {favorite music} which was your alarm clock for today. It reads ;

6:07 AM.

Sunday - October 10

You let out a soft groan. Realizing the time before you got out of bed, the lost of the warmness from the blankets shook you right up. You walked to the bathroom, checking yourself out a bit before starting to do your daily routine and as you start to get done, you hear another song playing. You jump immediately, getting scared out of your whits from the music blasting on full volume.. you let out a overdramatized sigh before pausing whatever you were doing and walked to your phone, which was still on your nightstand.

7:23 AM.

Sunday - October 10

Second Alarm.

As you stare at the time, it changes slowly but you start to get out of your haze and run to your closet. Picking out the most business class looking outfit you have ever seen really, you don’t care as of right now though..

You immediately grab your coffee cups, well. Five for, Garcia, Morgan, Spencer, JJ, and.. Hotchner. You kept speed walking to the HQ, groaning at the feeling of your feet hurting already from your heels. The moment you got in and reached the elevator was a blessing itself, now with your good luck.. you should not spill the drinks nor will you. As you finally reached the doors of your department… You start to put the coffee on each desk and not caring until you get to hotcner’s drink, you let out a soft and quiet

“Fuck..”

As no one but you and a few more people have came in, maybe Spencer came in.. You look around before smiling at the area where the coffee marker is, you walk to it, getting out your marker and writing down.. “Hotchner’s drink.” in thick and bold (H/W) {ur handwriting} trying to make sure no one would take his drink really. You didn’t know why you cared.. Maybe you don’t want him angry! Yea.. that’s- it and the coffee here is sorta horrible, you’re not crushing on your boss.. no! You are not crushing on him, he has a wife- well.. does he? You question that alot sometimes- but!

Morgan comes walking in, which is always nice and perfect!

I swear, idk how i haven’t gotten writer block, im not usually so excited to write smth again- its so weird!! Anyways, the way im reading back on what i did in 2022… buttt~ do y’all want me to do more of thisss…? Or! Start another book, that i did on wattpad? Let me know!!!!!

- Akira… Akira. Logging, Logging.. Off.

[aurorsworld]

rory /she/her/ capricorn/18 ✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　°

fic rec blog

DRAMIONE [vol. 1]

SPENCER REID [vol. 1] [vol.2 coming soon!]

AARON HOTCNER [vol. 1]

[cherrybracelets]

girl i had a rough day at work and 16 with hotch for the kisses prompts??? its a vibe but only if you want to lol

16. One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

masterlist | requests

“Please don’t go again,” you whined, watching your fiancé pack his bag. He didn’t respond, which you expected. He was in his zone, he was going to work. You lost him the minute he got the phone call. You were used to it, at this point, and you completely understood why he did what he did. You would never in a million years make him feel guilty for doing his job. But fuck, it was hard. Especially when he had to leave in the middle of the night like this. It was so hard to fall back asleep after he left- the lack of warmth from his body and the emptiness on his side of the bed making you anxious. You would just sit up and stare at your phone until he texted you that he landed safe. Then hours would go by until you heard from him again, always dreading every time the phone rang that someone was calling to tell you he was dead. That was the worst feeling of all. Not that he was leaving, but the fear that he was never going to come back.

You watched him shove socks and ties into his bag, pacing around as he tried to find his badge. You watched him rewind his thoughts, remembering the last place he put it.

“The bathroom,” you whispered, smiling slightly as you watched him.

“Thank you,” he replied, a sigh of relief as he ran into the bathroom and found it on the sink. He quickly changed into his suit, looking himself over in the mirror. You slowly walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his shoulder. He laid his hand on yours, squeezing your fingers.

“You look so handsome,” you cooed, staring at him in the mirror.

“Why are you so happy?” He chuckled, turning around and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Trying to pretend I’m not upset that you’re leaving,” you poured, pushing your bottom lip out and looking up at him with wide eyes. He was a sucker for your sad look, it was your secret weapon with him. You knew you’d have him in the palm of your hand.

He grabbed your chin and tilted it up to him, kissing you passionately. His lips moved slowly with yours, as if he was trying to take his time and remember every single thing about your kiss. You could feel him smiling as you sped up your kiss, a slight giggle escaping from your own lips.

“I’ll be home soon, I promise. I love you more than you could know,” he whispered, his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses touching.

“Don’t die. Please.”

“I’ll do my best, my love.” He kissed you again, this time quicker and with more urgency. He smiled again before heading out the door, and you climbed back into bed. You clutched your phone and stared at the screen, waiting for the ‘We landed safe. Call you soon.’ text.

[tobias-hankel]

What do you think a lazy morning looks like for Hotch and Spencer?

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Hotch blinked awake, checking the digital clock on his nightstand before rolling over to face his sleeping husband. It was already 9 am, late for him. Normally he was up by 7 am – showered, shaved, back from his run, and making breakfast and coffee but he didn’t bother setting his alarm last night. It felt like all he was doing was work lately and he wanted to spend some extra time with Spencer.

He watched Spencer sleep for a moment before reaching forward and moving a loose strand of hair out of his face. He loved how long and soft his hair was, so he spent an extra few seconds running his hand through it.

“Aaron?” Spencer mumbled, having woken up by Hotch’s loving touch.

“I’m sorry—” Hotch started but was cut off by Spencer moving the blanket out of the way to lay on Hotch’s bare chest, unfazed by the scars that littered his torso. Something Hotch always appreciated. Spencer accepted him as is, never commenting on any of his scars or flaws. He loved him for everything he was. Hotch let go of a sigh and sunk into Spencer, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Mornings like this always reminded him just how much he loved Spencer. “Good morning, love.”

“Good morning,” Spencer mumbled sleepily. “Don’t make me get up.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, but I do think I hear someone down the hall,” Hotch said as he heard Jack’s door open. Jack loved sleeping in, so he was surprised he was up already but as Jack’s little face peaked around the corner of Hotch and Spencer’s doorway, he didn’t question it. “Good morning, Jack.”

“Can I join you?” Jack asked while rubbing his eye.

Spencer didn’t even open his eyes as he moved over some and lifted up his blanket, “Come on, Jack.”

Jack all but ran to their bed, squeezing himself between his two dads and letting his eyes close again. Only a few minutes passed and both Spencer and Jack were back asleep, cuddling each other – and Hotch – tightly. Hotch could only smile as his life laid beside him.

He decided right then and there to have lazy Saturday mornings more often.

[morpheus-milkovich]

Spencer reid x male! Reader

Fluff

Y/n = your name l/n = last name

Listen to song while reading

Getting off the jett always made y/n feel like shit but somehow spencer always made it better “l/n?” Spencer looked at y/n “yea?” Y/n looked up “are you alright? You seem out of sorts today” y/n just smiled and shook his head “im alright spencer just worn out okay?” Spencer nodded “how about coffee! Ill take you out for coffee and dinner”

At the restaurant they sat and drank their coffee whilst talking about the day they both had “i can’t believe hotch actually wants to drug test garcia…thats just how she is” spencer laughed and sipped his coffee “now he wants to drug test you for laughing at her” y/n nodded and threw his hands up slightly “it’s not my fault i have a sense of humor!” Spencer absolutely loved y/n the way his e/c shined in the light and his smile it felt like a paragraph he had read in one of his books.

“Hotch has humor…it’s just rare” y/n smiled and took a bite of his food “yea rare ive never seen him crack a joke and ive worked here for three years now spencer” spencer Just shook his head smiling “you will eventually hear one of his jokes” y/n nodded and smiled “spencer you are the nicest boy ive ever met” a blush formed on the man infront of him “i truly do mean it not only the nicest but the prettiest i mean look at you” spencer obviously very flustered took a drink of his coffee “well thank you y/n..ive always thought of you the same way”

This took y/n aback he never thought spencer would feel the same “you feel the same way?” Spencer nodded “how couldn’t i? I often find myself staring at you and your beauty” y/n listend to the man infront of him talk about his feelings all he could so was smile and listen “spencer?” Spencer hummed in response “do you want to come over and watch a movie?” Spencer nodded not having to think twice

That night y/n and Spencer watched all of the star trek movies in order whilst cuddling in y/ns bed they stayed up all night talking and sharing laughs. The world was shitty indeed but as long as they had one another thats all they needed to feel better.

[readerstories]

Family Reunion - Aaron Hotchner x male!reader 5/5

Finally, it is here, the last chapter of this fic! Hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have, and that you will enjoy this chapter ;) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (AO3)

Warnings/tags: fake dating au, friends to lovers, fluff, flirting, smut, blowjob, handjob

Wordcount: 3931

Summary: A family reunion when you’re 40 is a big deal, and you love your family; but there’s no way you’re going in alone and single.

It had been a while since you had a hangover, but you are well acquainted with how it feels, so when you wake and feel the headache already forming and an uneasy stomach, you groan.

What isn’t familiar however, is the chest that is under you, the chest that you groaned into. Or, it is, but being this close to it is not how you usually start your mornings.

“You okay?” Hotch’s soft voice asks from somewhere above you. You sigh, resisting the urge to grab onto his t-shirt and just stay there, instead sitting up. Not opening your eyes fully just yet to be attacked by the lights sneaking past the curtains, you squint down at him.

“I think so, yeah.” Hotch hands come to rest on your hip, not doing anything besides letting warmth seep through the fabric of your clothes. “Although I must confess that after the dinner last night everything is a little... blurry.”

“I’m not surprised, you got very drunk at some point.” You close your eyes and sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you feel your head remind you of that fact. “And also very cuddly.” You pretend that rubbing your face with two hands is you trying to negate your headache somewhat, instead of a bad attempt at hiding your blush.

“That tends to happen sometimes.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen it before.”

“Well, when I’m out with work, I tend to try not to get that drunk, and the few times it has happened, it has always been out with the girls.” You let your hands drop from you face, getting up and already missing Hotch’s hand on you.

“I’m going to take a shower; see you downstairs for breakfast?” You look down at Hotch, noting how soft he looks. Hair messy, wrinkly shirt, a sliver of skin showing above his hip where his pajama pants have slipped down slightly.

“See you there, I’ll have a coffee ready for you.”

“Thank you.” You grab some fresh clothes, and head for the bathroom, hoping a cold shower can help with your headache and the blush you can feel warming up your cheeks. You just hope Hotch didn’t notice.

---

When you get into the kitchen, Hotch does indeed hand you a coffee, steam rising above the cup. You inhale the smell deeply, taking a small sip, unsure if the somersaults your stomach is doing is because he remembers how you take your coffee or because of your hangover.

“Sleep well?” Your brother asks as he closes the fridge, apple in hand. Your answer is giving him the finger, walking over to sit down at the kitchen table, Hotch following closely behind.

“I take that as a no.” Your brother says as he settles in the chair across from you. You glare at him, leaning against Hotch as he sits down on the chair next to you.

“Honey, do you think any of your lawyer friends could get me off a murder charge?”

“Hey!”

“Don’t think so dear, but I think they could get your sentence reduced since you were clearly guided to do so.”

“Hey!” Your brother tries again, and you just stick out your tongue at him.

“I’m pretty sure you’re one of the people at fault for this killer hangover.”

“Take an aspirin old man.”

“I’m only three years older than you! And I already have, but until it starts working, this is what you get.” Your brother gives you the finger as he gets up, which you return with closed eyes, already wishing you could return to bed and just pull the duvet over your face and stay like that for the rest of the day.

Luckily, you head does improve over time, so the day doesn’t fully go to waste, but you don’t have much energy really, so most of the day is spent on the couches in the living room watching the Golden Girls with Hotch, your mom, one of your uncles, and a few of the kids in the family when they want a few quiet moments.

You don’t talk much with Hotch, but he lets you settle in to his side as you watch the TV, even pulling you close when you get back from the bathroom one time.

Which you are grateful for, since even though last night was a bit blurry at best, you are sure you said some embarrassing stuff, and maybe even some revealing stuff about your feelings, so you’re happy he doesn't feel too awkward to keep up appearances in front of your family still.

Is it just appearances though?

For you at least?

Fuck, you don’t know.

Not that you really want to talk or think about it.

But at some point you almost have to, because even though you don’t remember everything from last night, Hotch most certainly does.

Which he reminds you of as he joins you in the kitchen as you fix some snacks for what has become an unofficial marathon.

“So last night...” Hotch lets the words hang in the air and you grimace.

“Yeah sorry about that, didn’t mean to get that drunk, and certainly didn’t intend to make you have to take care of me.” Hotch waves a hand, leaning against the kitchen counter as you try to not look at him while fixing snacks.

“Not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean then?”

“Last night.... You told me I was special to you. Even during these weird circumstances.” Your cheeks get warmer, but you hum, trying to go for nonchalant.

“That’s true. Even as drunk as I was, I didn’t lie.” Perhaps being a little too truthful, you leave it up to Hotch to interpret what you mean. He doesn’t say anything, but hums, and accepts the bowl of chips you hand him, following you as you go back to the living room. When you sit down in the couch again, he’s the one who leans into you.

---

As the night approaches, Hotch doesn’t bring up the topic again, though he tries to keep close.

Tries being the keyword, as sometime during dinner preparations, you get dragged into actually helping with food as half of the family seems to be distracted and/or too drunk to make food, and Hotch gets dragged into a very serious game of hide and seek.

It’s only when the food is almost ready and you find yourself standing over a grill and watching steaks and burgers that Hotch finds you again.

He hands you a beer, which you only take a small sip of, wise after last night’s mistakes.

“Smells good.”

“Grandpa’s spice mix never goes wrong.” Hotch hums. “Hey, wanna see something cool?”

“Sure.” You grin, thrusting your spatula under one of the burger patties, throwing it up int the air. It spins a few times, landing back on your spatula, and you flip it over, the hiss of the raw side of the meat hitting the grill.

“Impressive.” Hotch comments and you grin, about to say something, but your brother interrupts you.

“If you’re done impressing your boyfriend, some of us would like to eat.”

“It will still be a few minutes, unless you want to eat raw meat you brute.” Hotch unsuccessfully tries to hide a grin behind a sip of his own beer as you start to bicker with your brother.

---

Stomach full from dinner, you offer yourself to do some cleanup, but you are promptly turned away, your father insisting that he has all the help he needs, so you can just relax since this is your last day before you return to normal life.

Ah, yes, normal. You pretend that the thought of it doesn’t make your heart clench, and go to locate Hotch instead.

You find him sitting on what you have come to think of as your bench.

Which is dangerous.

It has only been three days, and it’s all pretend.

Well, it was supposed to be, you try to remind yourself as you sit down next to Hotch, settling into his side with almost practiced ease. He lets you, quickly squeezing your shoulder before resting his arm on the back of the bench, the other resting in his lap. You glance at him, noting that he seems to be watching the kids running around on the lawn, playing what seems to be a very aggressive round of tag.

“How are you feeling?” You ask, a little curious about his mood.

“Full. The food was really good.” He glances away from the kids for a few seconds to smile down at you, before his focus turns back to them.

“Always is when my family has something to do with it. I thought you would have learned that by now.” He hums, seeming to be lost in thoughts somewhere.

“It’s been nice. Good even. They’re all such kind people, I see where you got it from.” That warms your heart to hear.

“Thank you.”

“And a little loud.”

“Hey!” You poke his ribs with a finger at the little jab, noting the small grin on his face. It falters slightly as he take a deep breath.

“You know, I’ve been thinking....” You don’t say anything, letting the silence linger as Hotch tries to find the words he needs to say. Which, it’s rare for him, as he usually is confident man that knows what to say more often than not.

“I’ve seen how good you are with your nephew and nieces, and I would actually like for you to meet Jack more often. If you would like that of course.” You smile at him, knowing how close Hotch holds Jack to his heart.

“I would love that. If you think he would like me that is.” Hotch snorts, moving his attention to you fully now.

“You’re kidding right? He already adores you. After the time you told him about the world's fastest car, he wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks. He keeps asking for me to bring the team over, but also often just you.” A pause. “And I would like to bring you over sometimes too.” You open your mouth, but don’t say anything as the meaning of those words hit you. Or, at least what you think is the meaning.

“Hotch?”

“Mhm?”

“Is this you asking me out on a date?”

“Technically I think we are a bit past just that stage because of this whole thing,” He gestures around the both of you, “But yes.”

Silence, his eyes fluttering all over your face as he tries to gauge your reaction, and then you take his face in your hands and do what you have wanted to do for days (actually longer if you’re being truthful).

You kiss him.

Right on the lips.

Just a quick peck before leaning back.

“I would love to.” Hotch smiles, and you can’t help yourself, leaning in to kiss him again. One of his hands comes to rest over yours, the other landing on your hip.

He’s so warm, so soft, so tempting, so him. And though you can feel three words bubbling up in your chest, you don’t let them out in the air just yet, instead trying to convey it in the way you kiss him.

Lips against lips, sliding against each other, a barely there touch of his tongue against your lips.

However, before you can get much further than that, the thought of pulling Hotch into your lap already forming in the back of your mind, someone clears their throat.

“You know you have a room right?” Your sister teases, and you roll your eyes at her.

---

That night, when you get into bed, the air feels different. A lot feels different actually. Because now, you can unabashedly cuddle close to Hotch, no, Aaron, without worrying what he will think. Because you know what he will think, and you want him to.

You keep stealing kisses as you get ready for bed, and when you’re finally in bed, the kissing doesn’t really stop.

However, you seem to come to an unspoken agreement that nothing else will happen tonight, as little by little, the kisses slow down, and there is more time between each one.

You can almost feel your chest burst with how happy you feel, letting your fingers trace over Aaron’s chest, tracing unknown patterns over the cotton of his shirt.

He yawns, pulling you closer with a last kiss on your forehead, tucking you under his chin. You can’t help but smile into his chest as you close your eyes and slip into an easy sleep.

---

Next morning, you’re not the first to wake.

When you open your eyes, you’re met with warm brown eyes, which crinkles as he smile when you let out a yawn and stretch.

“Good morning sunshine.”

“Mhm, good morning to you too.” You move forward to give what you intend to be a quick kiss, but Aaron is quick to deepen it. You hum into the kiss, one of your hands coming to rest on his hip.

You can feel him smile, and seconds he moves the two of you so he is laying on his back with you on top. You break the kiss so you can lean back and look at him, and wow, fuck, does he looks good.

Messy hair, warm smile, rumpled pajamas clinging tight, his shirt riding up a little so you can see a little of his soft stomach.

He looks so good, so sexy, so yours, so you just have to lean down to kiss him again. His hands rests along your back, your own finding their way to his hair.

He’s an excellent kisser, and with the warmth of his hands ever so slightly pushing down on his back, you can feel yourself turn to putty in his hands.

Not wanting it to go quite that far just yet, you break the kiss once more, yet again leaning back.

“You’re so tempting.” Aaron’s grin is soft, but at the same time pleased with himself, which is going to make your mind run a hundred miles per hour if you’re not careful.

“I am?”

“Yes, very much so.” This time you manage to keep the kiss short, getting out of bed and stretching, almost feeling Aaron‘s gaze burn a hole into the back of your sleeping shirt. “We should pack.” All you get in response is a hum, and when you turn around you clearly catch him just looking at your ass.

“Stop looking at my ass.”

“Well, can’t help it, you’re distracting too.” Aaron says as he gets out of bed, giving you a peck on the cheek. “I’m going to take a quick shower, then I’ll pack everything.”

“I can pack my own things.”

“I know, but I feel like spoiling you.” He rummages around his bag for some clean clothes.

“Careful, or I might get used to it.”

“Don’t, special vacations only.” He jokes, winking as he disappears in the direction of the bathroom. You roll your eyes at his back and huff, but can’t help the small smile that settles on your face as you find your own clean clothes to change into.

 ---

When Aaron comes downstairs later, you hand him a coffee and give him a quick peck.

“Ready to leave already?” Your father asks where he’s cooking some bacon strips and eggs. You nod, padding over to steal one of the finished strips, snacking on it.

“It’s not that long until our flight leaves pa. And remember, you promised to drive us there.” He waves his spatula at you as you swipe another strip that you hand to Aaron.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m almost finished here if someone doesn’t keep stealing food.” You grin and finish the bacon in your hand.

 ----

The journey home feels like it takes forever.

Not that it actually does, it goes perfectly smooth even.

There is almost no traffic on the way to the airport, your father dropping you off with you promising to call more often. The flight leaves on time, not even a minute delay. Neither you or Aaron notice, too busy thinking about getting home.

Not that you keep yourself back from giving each other small kisses when you can, although you try to keep them down somewhat. There had been some truth in you stating that you should play into both of you being private people when the discussion of your “fake” relationship had happened. And planes and airports are hardly private.

When you land, you get your bags as quick as you can, (not quick enough in your opinion), and make your way to the long term parking where your car is.

You drive to his apartment since that is the closest, and as soon as he has unlocked the door and both of you go inside, you shut the door behind you, grab him where he is half turned towards you, and pull him into a kiss.

Aaron is quick to return it, pushing forwards so you’re pressed against the door with a thunk.

You smile into the kiss, biting down on his bottom lip as your hands wander to start untucking his shirt.

“Bedroom?” Is what he says as he breaks the kiss, and you just nod as an answer before kissing him again.

He has to lead to the bedroom, since though you had been to his place a few times before, this was a new place for you. Not that you mind, getting pulled by your belt loops towards your destination is the hottest thing you have experienced in a while.

Wow, you’re glad you’re not single anymore.

Finally making it into the bedroom with only some minor stumbling, you only stop kissing Aaron so you can push him down on the bed.

He looks like a good damn snack. And you think he is thinking something similar as you, if the hungry look in his eyes is anything to go by.

“I think we’re wearing too many clothes.” You say as you begin to strip, and he’s quick to follow, his own clothes tossed away from him. You want to strip him yourself too, but that can come next time.

Or later.

You’re not too picky on the when and have a lot you want to do now.

You barely take time to take in the sight of him before you join Aaron on the bed, but again, that can come later. Now you just want to get your mouth on him.

You start with his lips, but quickly make your way down his neck as you drape yourself over him, feeling his hard cock press against your own.

“How are you with hickeys and biting?” You look up at him through your lashes, following the motion of his tongue licking his lips.

“Good as long as it’s not visible when wearing a t-shirt.” You hoped for an answer like that.

“Good, cause I can get a bit possessive.” You kiss the skin right above one nipple, and then bite down. He groans, hands flying to your hair.

“Ah, didn’t know that.” You hum, soothing the bite with your tongue.

“Well, there’s much more to learn.” You grin up at him, which he returns, eyes swimming with desire. He tries to tug at your hair to get you up, but instead you go the other way, making your way down his sternum and stomach.

Aaron lets out a little gasp when you find ticklish spots, but mostly he moans and groans as you shuffle downwards, settling when your mouth hovers above his cock.

“Feel free to pull my hair.” You say before diving down to lick a stripe from the bottom of his cock to the top. Aaron moans, and you got to say that you love how vocal he is as you take his cock into your mouth.

He’s normally not one to be loud, so this, this you are salivating in.

The moans, groans, and out of breath mutterings of you name that falls from his lips makes you want to just hear more and more, so you don’t keep yourself back, sucking him down and letting your tongue dance over him when you have to come up as not to choke yourself on his cock.

He is warm in your mouth and the hands in your hair pushes and tugs, not really guiding you, but instead offering another sensation to these wonderful moments.

You push his legs even more open as you let your mouth sink as far down on him as you can, curling your arms around thighs. You let out a deep breath that fans over his skin, making his stomach tighten as you grab his thighs and start to move up and down in a bit of an unsteady rhythm.

Your own cock is trapped beneath you, the little friction you can get as you move ever so slightly against the bed far from enough, but you pay it no mind, too preoccupied with making Aaron feel good and listening to the noises he makes, trying out different things to hear what responses he gives.

“I’m close, fuck, I’m close.” He mutters, out of breath and slightly frantic. You open your eyes, looking up at him with his cock resting on your tongue.

He looks fantastic. Wet lips, blown pupils, chest rising and falling in fast breaths.

You don’t give a verbal answer, instead just starting to move once more, this time as fast as you can muster. He swears, loudly, tugging on your  hair as he spills himself in your mouth.

You swallow around him, taking every ounce he can give you, letting him fall out of your mouth and licking up what you could not swallow.

He has let go of your hair to let his arms rest over his eyes, catching his breath as you rest your head against his thigh.

It takes a few moments and a gentle nibble on his skin from you, and then he moves his arms so he can tug you up.

He seems to pay no mind to the taste of himself in your mouth, kissing you hard as he spins you on your back, leaning over you.

A hand finds its way to your cock, circling around it, finding plenty of precum there. He thumbs your tip, making electricity shoot up your spine as you moan into the kiss.

He’s so warm and solid pressed into your side, and his slightly rough and calloused hand against your cock feels so wonderful that even with very little stimulation from earlier, it doesn’t take long for you to come, your cum covering your stomach and Aaron‘s hand.

You break the kiss to moan as you shudder apart against him.

Now it’s you who has to catch your breath, but you don’t close your eyes or move your attention away from Aaron at all, instead letting your eye wander all over him.

His hair is a mess, his lips are slightly swollen and wet from you kissing him, and there’s bruises forming several places on his skin.

He looks absolutely fucked out, and you love it.

“Where are your towels?”

“Hold on, I’ll get one.” He leans over to give you a quick peck and stand up, leaving you to bask in the afterglow of your orgasm, and the knowledge that you made him make a lot of glorious noises both before and as he came.

And the knowledge that you get to do it again.

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Malú (Hotch x OFC)

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[the-modernmary]

my best habit || aaron hotchner x reader (ch. 1)

Summary: When Aaron Hotchner ended your affair with him, saying that a serial killer was going after him and his family, you were content with the idea that you’d probably never see him again. Two years have come and gone since then, but when you get dragged into an FBI investigation as a key witness, you and Hotch are forced to come face to face with all the things left unsaid.

Warnings: n/a

A/N: Thank you for all of the love on the prologue!! like WOW i couldn't have expected that big of a response so THANK YOU!!! As a reminder: I already have the first 17 chapters out on ao3, so I will be updating on here pretty quickly! This takes place two years after the prologue, and this is where the actual storyline starts!

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Anything you say can and will be held against you

So only say my name

It will be held against you

-Fall Out Boy, “Just One Yesterday”

Present Day- Two Years Later

You tugged at the handcuff that was attaching you to the interrogation table, hoping that if you glared at it enough, it would just go away. One minute, you were at your apartment and getting ready to go out with some of your friends, and the next minute Metro D.C. police were banging on your door, ordering you to go with them, no charges and no explanation.

So now you were just stuck, sitting and waiting for somebody to tell you what the hell this all was about. Law school had taught you enough about interrogation tactics, and they were pulling out all of the stops- turning down the room temperature, forcing you to sit in the most uncomfortable chair you’ve ever been in, and just making you be by yourself in the metal room. A small part of you was nervous, but mostly you were just confused. You couldn’t think of anything you’d done that would warrant your arrest.

Just as the isolation of the room was about to get to you, the door swung open and in walked two people. The first one was a petite blonde woman and following her was a younger looking man in a cardigan. You narrowed your eyes slightly at the site of them. You had expected the usual “good cop/bad cop” technique, but neither of these cops looked very intimidating.

“Hi there,” the woman spoke, sliding into the chair across from you. “My name is Agent Jareau and this is Dr. Reid. We’re here to ask you a few questions.”

Her name sounded familiar, but you couldn’t quite place where you knew it from. You raised an eyebrow and jutted your head towards Dr. Reid. “Is the handsome one not an agent?” you asked, leaning back in your chair.

Dr. Reid seemed unphased by your question, as if he was used to that question. “I am an agent. But I also have three doctorates,” he answered.

You just smirked at him before looking back at Agent Jareau. She had placed a file on the table, the seal of the FBI practically staring you in the face. Whatever they brought you in for was an FBI matter? Oh, you were definitely screwed. You tried to keep your cool. “So are you guys going to actually charge me with anything, or are you just going to hold me for 72 hours until you find something to stick?” you accused.

Agent Jareau shook her head, and you were still desperately trying to remember how you knew that name. “The faster you cooperate, the faster we can let you go.” It didn’t go unnoticed to you that she refused to answer your question. She leaned over the table slightly to slide the file towards you and you caught a glimpse of her ID. Everything came back to you at once.

Jennifer Jareau. FBI. Business cards. “You can set up a formal meeting with me at the BAU…” Holy shit, you did know that name.

You laughed softly to yourself and crossed your legs as the memories came flooding back. “Okay, I’ll cooperate,” you agreed, but you were looking directly at the two way mirror. “But only if I can speak to your unit chief. It still is Aaron Hotchner, correct?” Your voice was innocent enough to not be too suspicious, but you knew it would drive Aaron crazy. It was the same voice you would use when he had a fistfull of your hair and you were promising to be his good girl.

You could only imagine what was going on behind that two way mirror; Aaron’s team looking at him with complete and utter confusion, trying to figure out how you knew him, all while Aaron was probably clenching his teeth, red with anger. Maybe if you made him mad enough, he would bend you over the interrogation table once everybody else had left.

Jennifer and Dr. Reid shared a quick glance before looking back at you. Dr. Reid spoke first. “It would be best if we could go over our questions with you first.”

You bopped your head, pretending to think it over. “I get it, the two of you have a job to do and you have a strategy to stay in control, so I’ll give you guys a choice. You can let me speak to Agent Hotchner or I lawyer up and invoke the 5th.”

Like clockwork, the door swung open violently and Aaron stormed in. “I’ll take it from here,” he ordered, and the other two agents quickly shuffled out of the room.

He sat down in the seat across from you and you just raised the hand that was handcuffed to the table, wiggling your fingers. He was pissed, you could tell, and you loved every second of it. You leaned over the table, signalling for him to move closer to you. He hesitated, which earned him a roll of your eyes, but he eventually leaned over the table too.

“If you wanted me in handcuffs again for you, you didn’t have to go through all this effort. My phone number hasn’t changed,” you whispered, low enough so that the group watching on the other side of the mirror couldn’t hear. He refused to answer and instead just pulled back to his normal seated position. Ever the good agent, Aaron’s face went back to it’s normal, stoic look, and it made you pout. You wanted to get more of a rise out of him.

“Miss. Y/L/N,” he said cooly. “Why don’t we get started?” You realized with a sinking feeling that he was already starting to lose interest in you flirting, his attention focused back on the task at hand, attention that you selfishly wanted all to yourself.

You slipped off the heels you were wearing and stretched your leg out so that your foot could brush against his leg. If you couldn’t touch him with your hands right now, you were going to make sure he could feel you in some way. His eyes shot up to yours, giving you a warning look, as if to say “Stop right now or I’m going to make you.”

You knew that look too well, craved for it even. You just responded with a smirk and dropped your foot, relishing in the fact that he actually looked slightly disappointed that you stopped.

“How are Haley and Jack doing, Aaron?” you asked lazily, leaning back in your chair. “Visiting them more often?”

Aaron cleared his throat and ran his hand down his tie to flatten it, as if it had come out of place. He was always so put together at work. “Jack is fine. Haley passed away a while ago,” he said quickly, and guilt immediately engulfed you.

You lowered your gaze so that you were staring at the interrogation table. “Oh,” you mumbled. “I’m sorry.” And you really were sorry. Sure, your relationship, or lack of relationship, with Haley was weird. You were sleeping with her ex before the divorce papers had time to be fully submitted, and even though Aaron was well in his right to be with whoever he wanted, the two of you still found yourselves sneaking around with each other. But you never had anything against her personally- she seemed like a great mother and obviously made Aaron happy for however long they were married.

Besides, you could take a guess as to what happened to Haley. Your fling with Aaron lasted for a fun few months, neither of you ever expecting anything other than sex whenever you met up, so when you and Aaron had decided to stop seeing each other, it was completely amicable. He had explained that the BAU was closing in on a serial killer who was going after him and his family, and you did not want to be involved in that mess. The fact that Haley died right as a serial killer was chasing her… that definitely wasn’t just a coincidence.

The tension was thick in the room as the two of you desperately searched for how to continue the conversation. What were you supposed to say after finding out your fuck buddy’s ex wife was murdered?

You started talking before your brain could even process what you were saying. “Well, like told you, if you ever need somebody to help you pick up those broken pieces...”

He ignored you, electing to direct the conversation in his own direction. “You know, I read the paper you were working on,” he said casually, and that sure caught you by surprise.

“You did?” you asked.

“You piqued my interest,” he admitted. “Your professor and I worked on a few cases together, so he gave me a copy. It was good. You are much more professional on paper.”

“I could say the same about you,” you countered, and he gave you a hint of a genuine smile.

“Although I did notice that you didn’t mention The People vs. Michaelson anywhere in it.” There was something in his voice that put you on edge. You could feel yourself walking into his trap, but you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to know more.

You shrugged. “Well, I got some shit information about the case.”

For a split second, you thought you saw a flash of the old Aaron, but just as quickly as it came, it disappeared, and he was business as usual. “What intrigued me even more, however,” he continued, completely ignoring your previous comment. “Was that you didn’t mention recidivism at all, which is what that case is all about. Your thesis was on jury selection. Why ask me about the case if you weren’t going to use the information for school?”

You glared at him and clenched your hands into fists, your nails digging into your palms. What a dick. He knew why you were interested in the case- it mirrored your father’s situation almost perfectly. You were 12 the first time your father was arrested. When your mom realized that your dad was involved with some shady people, she immediately turned him into the cops to protect you. The prosecutor barely even tried during the case and your dad was in and out of prison within two years. The day he was released, he came right back to your home and killed your mom out of revenge. He’s now rotting in a max security prison for life, but you were still angry that he even had the opportunity to come after your mom. It’s why you wanted to become a prosecutor in the first place, so that you could ensure these criminals were actually brought to justice.

Aaron knew all that. You realized as he began to inch the case file closer to you that he was just trying to knock you off balance. The actual interrogation hadn’t even started yet. “And you say that I’m the one who gets under people’s skin,” you snapped at him.

Aaron humed to himself, arrogance oozing off of him. If you weren’t so angry at him, you would have thought it was hot. “You’re currently interning at DuPont and Associates?” You nodded, annoyed at him brushing off your last comment. “What do you know about the recent string of murders in the area?” Aaron asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed at his question. “Um… Just what they’re saying on the news? Somebody has been killing a bunch of people whose cases were dismissed because of technicalities- their Miranda rights were read incorrectly and that kind of stuff. I haven’t really been keeping up,” you admitted, still unsure of why you were there.

Aaron flipped open the case files, and instead of gruesome crime scene photos, you just saw legal briefs. More shocking, however, was that they were all legal briefs you had helped write. “Each of these victims had their initial cases through duPont and Associates, and we found that you were the only person who assisted on every case. What did you think about those dismissals? Some of these people really should have been locked up, wouldn’t you agree?”

Your mouth opened and closed as you tried desperately to find the words to say. Unconsciously, you started to tug at the handcuff again, as if they would suddenly just release you if you fought it enough. “Maybe, but that’s not really my decision,” you said disdainfully. Then the fear and realization slowly creeped into you. “Wait you don’t… you guys don’t think I did this, do you?” Your voice was rough and panicky.

Aaron placed his hands on the cold metal of the interrogation table, his fingers interlocked. His FBI Unit Chief exterior melted away ever so slightly. “No, I don’t,” he said softly, and his use of “I” instead of “We” did not go unnoticed by you. You weren’t sure if you were comforted by that or not. “But you are our best lead right now, and I think you know more than you realize. We have reason to believe that the unsub works for the law firm you’re interning at and is playing out a vigilante fantasy and considering you are the only one who actually worked on every single case, we need to use you and your position at the firm to get more intel.”

We need to use you. He realized his slip before he even finished his sentence. It was innocuous enough that his team probably didn’t even notice it; He was just letting a potential witness know that they were going to be an important part of the investigation. But you knew Aaron better than that, and you could see the wheels turning in his brain as he tried to figure out how to go back on what he just said.

You gave him a smirk and brought your elbows up on the table, steepling your fingers. Of course you were going to help them, whatever they needed. You’d do that even if Aaron wasn’t involved. But after being forcibly brought to the interrogation room, you figured you could make him sweat a little. “Oh Aaron, I’m flattered that you think I could be an asset to the BAU’s investigation. But if you want something from me, you’re going to have to ask for it.”

You got him right where you wanted him. You knew he wasn’t going to be happy with the roll reversal, using his own words against him. But you missed the playful banter between you and Aaron, and nobody knew how to get you off the way he did. Aaron had quite literally ruined sex for you, much to your disappointment. The other people you had slept with since meeting Aaron all lacked the confidence and intelligence that Aaron brought to every meeting, and they could never walk that fine line of fucking you like they adored you and hated you at the same time.

The way that Aaron would demand you to ask and use your words was more than just a way for him to remain in control, although you knew that was definitely part of it. And it was more than just checking for consent- that always came earlier and you had your safeword. No, it was more than all of that. He wanted to hear you beg for the things you wanted, as if he wanted to be validated; He always wanted to know that you still wanted him, which you did. So you just kept asking him for things, and he happily kept giving them to you.

Aaron looked downright murderous, his eyebrows scrunched together and his breathing getting heavier. He stood up and slammed the case file shut. “I’m not going to ask for anything, because where I’m standing, I have the control here. In case you forgot, you’re in handcuffs and I can walk out of here whenever I want.” But even as he said it, he stayed exactly where he was, his hands on the table and leaning down so that he was closer to you.

In return, you just arched your eyebrow at him, waiting for his question. He had to ask you for the sake of his job and the case and you both knew it, and you got a strange satisfaction from watching him have to ask you for something for once. He stared at you for a few moments, jaw clenching, until he realized the entire BAU team was behind the two way mirror watching this situation go down. “Will you please help us with the case?” he asked through gritted teeth.

You gave him a smug smile, which only served to irritate him further. “I would love to,” you told him, your voice too sweet and too innocent. “Now can you please take my handcuffs off?”

Aaron walked towards you wordlessly, taking the keys out of his pockets. “You’ll still have to wait here for a few minutes so that you can sign some papers,” he told you, keeping his voice even, but it all changed as he kneeled next to you, slowly unlocking the handcuffs. His fingers lingered on your skin for far too long to be considered appropriate. “Don’t get too comfortable,” he whispered in your ear, voice low enough so that nobody could hear what he was saying. “You’re going to be in handcuffs for the rest of night while I punish you for that little show you decided to give everybody. Did you already forget how to not be a brat? Do I have to teach you again?”

His words made your arousal shoot straight to your core. You were released with a soft click! and you rubbed your irritated wrist lightly. “Yes,” you practically moaned, and you were sure that your face was flushed. And just like that, it was as if only a few days had passed since you and Aaron had last seen each other, instead of two years. The two of you fell back into an easy rhythm. “I still live in the same apartment. Five minutes from here.”

With that, Aaron stormed out of the interrogation room, already barking orders at the cops. “Get her processed and out of here quickly, I don’t want to spend anymore time on this,” he demanded, making a beeline to grab his stuff. Unfortunately for him, Rossi was standing right in front of Aaron’s bag, a knowing smirk on his face. Aaron stopped mid step and groaned in annoyance. “Dave, don’t.”

Rossi just ignored him. “Old friend?” he asked, stepping aside just enough to let Aaron grab his bag.

Aaron looked around quickly and was relieved to see that there were no other BAU members near them. “You could say that,” Aaron mumbled and started to walk to the doors.

To his dismay, Rossi just followed him. “She’s pretty,” Rossi hummed, and Aaron hated how easily Rossi was able to keep this conversation so casual. “Not your usual type, though.” It didn’t take a profiler to get the underlying comment: She’s young.

Aaron took an audible breath, keeping his eyes on the exit sign that seemed to be getting further and further away. “Yeah, well…” His voice trailed off, unable to find a good response.

“When did you meet her?”

Aaron paused, deciding how honest he was going to be. He figured that if anybody was going to find out, it would be Rossi, and if he was honest with Rossi now, they would be able to keep it a secret from the rest of the team. He cleared his throat. “An alumni event at George Washington. Before Foyet but after the divorce.” Another pause. “Right after the divorce,” he clarified.

Rossi just nodded understandably, a soft “Ah” coming from his lips. He would push the full story out of Aaron later, but it was obvious that Aaron was just desperate to get out of the police station. “Okay, well... I will let the team know about your emergency meeting with Strauss that she just called, which is why you’re leaving so quickly. And if they ask, from what you’re telling me, Y/N is just one of Sean’s old friends from before he dropped out of law school. I’m pretty sure you never got along with his friends, am I correct?” Sometimes, Rossi was too good at thinking on his feet.

Aaron turned to face Rossi, his mouth open and ready to argue, but he knew there was no point. With Rossi’s lie, it would keep the team from asking too many questions, at least until Aaron got his need for you out of his system. Just one night, he promised himself. That’s all I’ll need. So instead of arguing, Hotch just nodded at Rossi, a hint of a smile on his face. It made it all worth it, in Rossi’s eyes. Aaron hadn’t been this excited about a girl since Haley’s death. He deserved a night of fun. “Thank you,” Aaron breathed before swiftly stepping out of the police station.