#oops i projected usuing aaron hotchner again...

[whoreforthebauteam]

My biased bisexual opinion on the BAU team (because I'm a sap and I require romance(with song inspiration)

Penelope Garcia: the cutest. I'd love her and hug her and cuddle, we'd go to farmers markets for veggies and pet stores so that all the animals feel loved. Id listen to her rant on about anything she wants and id braid her hair and make her feel beautiful when she doesn't believe it. We'd live in a nice cottage and adopt sad/hurt/disabled animals (because they deserve to be spoiled) and spend our lives in cute and sweet Sapphic love. (Song: Mary Lambert, She Keeps Me Warm)

Spencer Reid: how healing it is to be known. He'd remember all of my little quirks and I'd try everyday to remember his. Make his coffee perfect. We'd go to libraries and coffee shops and museums. I'd listen to him read, info dump, if he wanted to read me a book on the history on Scandinavian footwear I would be all to pleased.. And when he's craving, when everything feels wrong, we'd but on pajamas and lay in bed and I'd run my fingers though his hair and I'd read to him until it's okay again.. We'd share a true and intimate intellectual romance. One not of the body or skin, but of the soul and mind. (Song: Norah Jones, Come Away With Me)

Emily Prentiss: We'd be strong, happy, boisterous with our love because the depths of which our hearts are intertwined could never be kept quiet. We'd have adventures and millions of memories to grow old with. Traveling abroad and living life to the fullest extent. When memories creep up, when traumas arise, it'd be music because silence is too much, it'd be hiding from the world and napping until we physically can't nap anymore, it'd be soft words. You're good. You're beautiful. You're strong. You're loved. And on quiet days, no plans or appointments or worries or trauamas, we'd spend the day memorizing everything about each other. She'd sing to me in foreign languages and I'd write poems on her skin. We'd share a love and bond so profound and endless that the ancients would write our story and call us goddesses. We would are mortal, but our love would live on forever. (Song: John Meyer, Your Body's A Wonderland)

Derek Morgan: We'd laugh, stay up late making fun of shity horror movies (and each other for jumping). We'd workout together, race each other. We'd go out clubbing and show each other off. And on bad days, it'd be soup. It'd be lots of soft blankets and sad old movies and the pure comfort of being held. We'd visit his family and when Mrs. Morgan brings up grandbabies... next subject. We'd be best friends, love would just be an extra. (Song: Kyd The Band, American Dreamer)

Jenifer Jureau: We'd be the moms. Sleep overs held in the living room. Always having snacks. Involved and supportive of our babies (the team included) We'd sing in the car, throw flower at each other while cooking. Embarrasse the kids when we pick them up from school. And when its just us, we'd sit together and play on our phones or watch TV and just enjoy being close. No real need for physical touch, just the warmth of presence. On bad days, itd be drawing baths and family cuddle puddles. Holding on while one of us breaks down. It'd be family and solid love. A foundation of hope. Acceptance. Us against the world. (Song: Aerosmith, I Dont Wanna Miss A Thing)

David Rossi: How beautiful it would be to be loved quietly. Not having to ask for affection because you're already getting it. No need to say you don't like onions, its already taken care of. But when words are needed... you'll have them. It'd be cooking together, disagreements about wine, quiet nights spent reading. A date, simple and at home, candles and slow circling dances. It'd be the safe and comfortable love of two people who know everything there is to know about each other. It'd be small gestures on bad days, reassurance when there's doubt, gentle love when there's old fears. It'd be Hollidays spent with an overflowing home and heart. Itd be peace and love and home. A warmth you can't fabricate. (Song: Louis Armstrong, La Vie en Rose)

Aaron Hotchner: How do you mend a broken heart? How do you hush all the fears of becoming what made you? With love. I'd know all of his fears, he'd know mine. I'd be holding him at night when his past comes after him. He'd hide the knives when everything's too much for me. It'd be reassurance that, yes, you're loved. Yes, you are good. Yes, horrible things have happened to you but my love, you're strong. It'd be random kisses because we can't believe the other is real. It'd be watching kids movies with Jack because, how could we not? How could we not take every second of peace that we can. It'd be sitting in Jack's room, because he's finally asleep and he looks so young and peaceful and innocent and nieve. We'd vow to keep him from ever knowing what it's like to cry yourself to sleep. We'd never be whole, or fully healed. But we'd never be alone again. (Song: Death Cab for Cutie, I'll Follow You Into The Dark)