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rainydayathogwarts · 5 months

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Suspicions - Spencer Reid

wc: 600 ish Summary: Spencer finally outs his and reader's relationship to the team, who inevitably already knew about it.

It wasn't as though Spencer was a public person. In fact, when it came to his coworkers, he was quite the opposite. Since you were always with each other, why not have some aspect of your life to yourselves? But when it came to him being sat in a vehicle that Hotch was driving whilst you and Morgan were in the unsub's house all alone, there was nothing he wanted to do more than yell at his boss to go faster because the love of his life was in danger.

He had been there before, he knew the risks, and he wasn't about to let the same mistake happen to you. Spencer sat silently, his eyes trained on Rossi who sat in the passenger's seat, tuning out Emily's voice on the phone with Garcia. Spencer's fingers uncontrollably tapped against his thigh, his thoughts racing a hundred miles per second. The second Hotch parked the car, Spencer had his gun by his side and was running into the house, despite Hotch's cry for him to stay put. Three pairs of footsteps followed him; Hotch, Rossi and Prentiss, who had his back regardless of his reckless action.

The house was eerily silent which had Spencer's heart beating increasingly fast. "Back door's open!" Emily called, and Spencer spun on his heels to find her sprinting out the open door. He followed her suit. Him, Prentiss, Rossi and Hotch stopped when they lost track of the footsteps, looking around the empty plane to see where you could possibly be.

The sound of tackling followed by a scream perked their ears up. Your scream.

They all hurriedly followed the sound, where they found you on top of the unsub, holding him down as you cuffed him in spite of his lack of consciousness. Spencer ignored Derek, who was crouched down on the floor, hand on what looked like a man made gravestone, instead rushing over to you as you rolled off the man. You let out a tired sigh, but your attention was caught by your boyfriend who was running towards you before falling onto his knees in front of you to grab your jaw and press his soft lips to yours.

You let out a squeak of surprise, but shut your eyes, hands coming up to grip Spencer’s shirt, poking out from underneath his bullet-proof vest and deepening the kiss slightly. You broke the kiss, leaning your forehead against your boyfriends, opening your mouth to say “He bit me.” Spencer shot away from you, eyes immediately searching for where the unsub hurt you, but you were too busy noticing the looks from your coworkers. Hotch was trying to hide his smile, looking away from you and Spencer when your eyes widened and your jaw went slack as though you were trying to find some excuse to tell. He shook his head, walking towards Derek, who had a wide grin on his face despite the situation. Emily and Rossi similar looks on their faces and Emily walked over to you, patting you on the shoulder and stating “About time! It’s been what, a year of you guys dating behind our backs?”

At her words, Spencer looked up from your forearm that he was gripping, looking at the nasty bite mark which had started to bleed, his face going a dark shade of red. “You knew?” They all hummed in unison, Rossi adding “We had our suspicions but they were confirmed when we saw you guys kissing in the parking lot about two months later.”

Then Morgan's amused "... God, I have to tell Garcia."

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liberacesghost · 1 year

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Day 13 -- Unready

warnings: suggestive themes but no smut or anything graphic

pairing: hotch x reader (no use of y/n); established relationship

word count: 332

a/n: lol i just wanna write some self indulgent smut but this will have to do until fluffy feb is over <33

“Stop it”, you admonish lightly. “We’re going to be late.”

You’ve been trying for at least 10 minutes to put your necklace on and failing miserably. Getting distracted by a certain Unit Chief who keeps coming up behind you to put his hands on your waist, or kiss your neck, or nibble your ear.

“Can’t help it”, he mumbles distractedly, lips pressed to the spot just below your ear. “Not when you look this good.” His lips continue their journey down your neck, onto your shoulder.

You can’t help but let out a sigh at the feeling of his lips on your skin. The soft love bites preventing you from doing anything else but focus on the sensation of his mouth on you.

“Aaron…”, you whine in a half-hearted attempt at scolding. This just makes his hands grip your hips tighter, pulling you flush against him; your back to his front. “I need to get ready.”

“I think we should just stay in”, he whispers into your ear, causing goosebumps to break out across your arms and heat pool in your belly. He kisses the other side of your neck, “I think we should get unready.”

“As much as I may want to”, you begin. Your arm reaches behind your head to run a hand through his hair, effectively keeping him in place. “You know we can’t.”

His strong hands slowly start to make their way up your torso, stopping at your ribcage, just below your chest. His thumbs gently rubbing back and forth making it extremely difficult to believe the words you just said.

“I know”, he murmurs regretfully, placing one more kiss to your shoulder before dropping his head to rest his chin on your shoulder. “But I thought I’d try.”

You turn around to face him, a grin spreading on your face. Standing on your toes to kiss his waiting mouth, arms circling his neck. You breathe out a light laugh, “A for effort”, before your lips find his.

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skylefanfiction · 1 year

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This was such a sweet moment between Aaron, David, Derek, Jennifer, Kate, Penelope, and Spencer as they left Jason’s cabin and gave Stephen the rings that the unsub had taken after he killed him thereby giving him closure as well as the families of the other victims too. No one else could ever play Aaron, David, Derek, Jennifer, Kate, Penelope, and Spencer but Thomas, Joe, Shemar, AJ, Jennifer Love, Kirsten, and Matthew. #criminalminds #criminalmindsscene #criminalmindsfandom #criminalmindscbs #aaronhotchner #davidrossi #derekmorgan #jenniferjareau #katecallahan #penelopegarcia #spencerreid #thomasgibson #thomasgibsonofficial #joemantegna #shemarmoore #ajcook #jenniferlovehewitt #kirstenvangsness #matthewgraygubler @cmagents @hotchnerofficial @aaronhotchnerslover https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpts2-5M_UtbwNybw2CaB_soZ3tPq_yhwkPEo80/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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rainydayathogwarts · 1 month

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Open arms - Emily Prentiss

Smut - the way this fic has been sitting half written in my drafts forever. Go me for finally getting it done. Summary: Emily can't help but approach her ex in a dimly-lit bar wc: 2.1k

Emily thought that the night would be nice and relaxing for her and the team, celebrating another closed case at their favourite bar, their laughter drowning out the sounds of other people's conversations in the dim-lit restaurant. That was until her eyes locked in on a familiar figure standing near the bar, most definitely accompanied by someone. Emily froze, her hand tightly gripping her drink, and audibly gasped when you turned around, exposing your face to her.

"Y/n?" She whispered, catching Penelope and Derek's attention, who both turned to look at her. "You okay there Prentiss?" But she really wasn't. You were her only partner who ever stayed up waiting for her to come home from a case, genuinely concerned about her. You held her in your arms, letting her just sit there and open up if she wanted to. If she didn't, it didn't bother you, and you showered her with love nonetheless, always managing to pull a smile from her. And you were definitely the best in bed. Having you withering under her, relentlessly crying out her name was an image Emily would never forget.

She regretted leaving you every day, but it would keep you safe. After seeing what Hotch had to go through, she knew it was the smartest decision. Now that you were there though, in person after over a year of being apart, she wouldn't be able to stay away from you. If you would let her that was. She remembered your reaction, how you completely broke down, calling bullshit on her 'keeping you safe' excuse.

"I'm fine." She said, bringing herself out of her trance to take a long sip of her drink. "That an ex of yours?" Derek questioned, looking at you, now talking to a friend. You looked gorgeous, he thought. Your short black dress showed off your long legs and had a low cut to display your biggest weapon, the heels you wore flexing your calf muscles in the nicest way possible. Your stunning smile exposed your white teeth while a hand flipped your hair over your shoulder. He wondered how a dumbass like Emily was able to get you.

Emily's head shot back in your direction when she heard coughing, only to find out it was you, your face now going red as you choked on your drink, your friend, who Emily now realised she knew from when you dated, rubbing your back. Oh no... When the coughing stopped, you immediately looked back at her, confirming your suspicions. She returned your eye contact, awkwardly waving at you before you were suddenly facing away from her, refusing for the interaction to continue, earning a sympathetic look from your friend.

Emily heard a chorus of "Oof" and "Oh"s from the team, who were all cringing at the interaction. "Shut up." Emily groaned, stealing a shot from in front of Derek and downing it. She coughed twice, ignoring Derek's complaints, and turned to Spencer who was now telling them a statistic about exes. "It was actually found that 44% of Americans get back with their exes at some point after breaking up. And that only includes relationships post-break up instead of one night stands, so I'd say your chances are pretty high."

As much as Emily was unimpressed that Reid was giving her dating advice, she found herself walking up to you the minute your friend left, leaving you alone at the bar. Better me than anyone else shooting their shot, she thought. It was only when she stood right next to you that she realised she had no idea what to say and that the entire team was probably watching their interaction. She cleared her throat, muttering a small "Hey." You jumped slightly, rotating on the bar stool to face your ex-girlfriend. Emily expect you to frown, thrown your drink in her face even, but to her shock, you cracked a small smile at her. "Hey Em". "Can I sit?" She asked, shifting her weight from one leg to another.

You nodded, watching her as she sat. She looked different. She had cut her hair into bangs and wore her hair pin straight instead of the loose curls she'd put them in. She wore a low cut black top with black jeans as well as her go to combat boots. You assumed she came here straight from work. When you looked back up at her face, she was still staring at you, her gaze stuck on your thighs. "Um, can I get you a drink or something?" Her head shot up and she shook it "No, I've had enough to drink. Thanks." A long awkward silence followed and you looked over at the table she had come from, watching as all of her friends' heads shot in the opposite direction apart from one of them, still cluelessly observing you.

"I'm sorry - I shouldn't have-" "No!" You cut her off, cheeks going rosy. "Why don't we go for a walk or something?"

That walk led you both to the side of the road, waiting for a taxi as you made small talk, no discussion of going to either of your apartments until you were both sat in the back of the taxi on the way to your flat. Emily's hand rested on your thigh, both of your sides pressed against each other, faces mere inches apart as her free hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to her. You felt your desire for Emily grow, squeezing your thighs together to get any amount of friction.

Emily's eyes caught the movement, smiling slightly as she felt her own core heat up for you. She leaned towards you to look out of the window, pressing her tits up against you as she tried to see how far away you were from the apartment, making small talk while you waited. The second the taxi driver pulled the car over, she was tossing her money at him and following you out of the car, both her hands resting on your hips as you led her into your fancy building and towards the elevator. The second you were in the elevator, pressing the button to the right floor, her hands were wrapping around your waist and she was pressing her lips against the soft skin of your neck.

You grabbed her hand when the elevator doors opened, leading the way to your apartment and frantically opening and shutting the door before you turned around, throwing yourself into Emily's arms. You slammed your lips onto hers, wrapping your arms around her neck as you pressed your body against hers. Her hands were immediately under the skirt of your dress, groping the fat of your ass in her hands. You pulled away from the kiss, muttering "couch" to Emily, who complied, bending down slightly so she could wrap her arms around the back of your legs and picking you up.

You squealed as she walked you over to your big couch, having forgotten about her FBI agent strength. She dropped you on the couch, crawling over you but you pushed her back so she fell flat on her back on the large couch, throwing a leg over her hips to straddle her. She tried sitting up but you pushed her back, kissing her again so she would give in, letting you take control of the kiss. Her hands trailed up your body until they reached your tits and she tugged at the front of your dress, letting them spill out the front of it. You gasped, and she took your shock to her advantage, throwing her hips up into yours and rolling over so she was on top of you.

Her hands were instantly on your tits, pulling and twisting at your nipple, the other one in her mouth. "Em, Emily!" You begged, trying to grind your hips into hers but she wouldn't listen, taking her time kissing all over your body. When she couldn't reach any more skin due to the fabric of your dress, she fully separated from you, ordering you to turn around so she could undo the zipper. So you got up onto your knees, allowing Emily to undo your dress and pull it above your head, before her hands were wandering again, down your stomach and into the skimpy panties you wore.

She moaned into your ear, feeling how wet you were before both her hands were at your hips again and she was tugging you towards her as she fell backwards, landing you in her laps. She welcomed your kisses, tightly gripping your hips as you ground your cunt on her jean-clad skin. Eventually, you got desperate, tugging her shirt up so you could feel underneath it, hungrily reaching for her tits. At your whine, she finishes the job for you, tossing her shirt somewhere in the room before your hands were back behind her, unclasping her bra.

Before you manage to throw yourself onto Emily even further, you feel her hand under your panties, immediately searching for your clit, which she finds in mere seconds. You hear yourself begging for her, struggling to hold yourself above her. Emily's hands manhandle you so your back in pressed against hers, your legs spread in front of you. Her hands begin wandering once more, and she inserts two fingers into your warm core. You cry out, arching your back as Emily continues to suck hickeys onto your neck.

Her unoccupied hand plays with your tits, alternating which one she massages. Your head rests in the crook of her next, trying not to buck your hips into her hand as she continues fingering you. Your chest heaves with each breath you take, and you're too far into pleasure land to think of how much of a mistake you were making. You feel the familiar knot building up in your stomach and whimper, your hands reaching below you to grasp Emily's thigh. Moaning loudly with an arch of your back, you cum on Emily's hand. Emily, who is whispering praises in your ear and brushing your hair out of your face with her free hand.

With the effects of your orgasm now gone and you catching your breath, you begin to internally cringe. Why on earth did you think this was a good idea? You will yourself to turn around in Emily's arms, whispering "Your turn", fully aware that she wouldn't say yes. "No baby, it's okay. This is just about you." You nod, allowing yourself to fall onto the couch beside her. "I'm gonna go get cleaned up." Dragging yourself up from the couch, your legs still shaking, you shut the bathroom door before Emily gets the time to follow you.

You wrap a free towel around your torso, mentally cussing yourself out, thinking of a way to get Emily out of your house. The clock on the wall reads 3:28. It's late. You should go home. Repeating the words to yourself, you open the bathroom door to be met with the tall brunette. She smiles widely, a hand coming to your hip to bring you close and kiss you softly. You return her kiss but can't bring yourself to do the same with a smile. She senses the change in your behaviour and you take that as your chance to tell her: "It's late. You should go." You look down and away from her face so you can't see the way her smile drops. "Right. Um, this was fun." Your hum is enough of an answer to her and you practically chase her to the door once she's fully clothed.

Once the door is shut behind her, you peek through the peep hole to see her bring a hand up to her forehead, squeezing her eyes shut. She calls someone on the phone, someone you can only imagine was at the table with her at the bar. Listening closely through the door, you hear "No Derek, I did not win her heart back. She's really done with me."

But it's late. You should go sleep.

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rainydayathogwarts · 5 months

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Haunting - aaron x reader, criminal minds x reader

Since I'm apparently in my cm writing era. Summary: Reader wakes up from a nightmare on the jet back from a case.

Nightmares were normal. Nightmares are normal, especially given the fact that you worked for the FBI and saw terrifying things every single day of your life. That's not to say you wanted people to know about them. In fact, you always avoided sleeping on the jet ride back to Quantico, in the fear of your co-workers finding out about horrors that met you in your sleep.

After a particularly draining case, you couldn't help yourself from giving into sleep, especially after looking at Emily who looked so peaceful with her face mushed against the wall of the jet, her legs curled up underneath her. Especially after seeing how Rossi softly breathed through his mouth, head resting on his travel pillow. You weren't aware of the way you blinked, eyes staying closed for a second longer each time until you drifted away, head slumping against the glass window of the jet.

"Case must've taken everything out of her." Comments Derek "When do you ever see her sleep on the way back?" Both Spencer and Aaron, either engulfed in a book, or the view from the window, look back to where you sit alone in the jet, oblivious to the onlookers. Aaron hums, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer, eyebrows furrowing, before he looks back out the window to his left. Spencer, on the other hand, unashamedly stares, running statistics in his head that he was sure Derek nor Aaron wanted to hear. Not at this time of night. His eyes trail to JJ, who, at the sound of their conversation, looks over to you.

It was an unspoken thing within the team. Like everyone knew Spencer struggled with his past addiction, or Aaron did with his divorce, everyone knew you struggled with nightmares. But no one would bring up another Agent's battles unless something was really serious, and you were vulnerable enough with the other to talk about it.

It's only when you wake up with a startling gasp, the face of a man haunting you in your dreams, that the team immediately turns their attention to you. You're now sitting upright in your seat, a tormented look on your face, and you're tightly gripping the arm-rest beside you. Your eyes are scanning the room and you instantly feel the blood rush to your face, the fear you had turning to shame and humiliation to be exposed to your teammates in such way. You turn your body away from them to face the seats in front of you, gaze moving to the floor as you catch your breath, trying to erase the image that woke you up so suddenly.

You feel the cushion of the seat next to you dip down, and someone puts their hand on your arm. "Y/N, are you okay?" Recognising the soothing voice of your boss, you nod, blinking away the tears that invade your eyes. One of them escapes, and you watch it drip down to the floor. You're sure he sees is too. Hesitantly, the hand on your arm comes to your shoulder and he slowly wraps it around your shoulders, tugging you closer to him so your head falls to his chest. When he sees no effort to pull away from him, his second arm comes around your torso to wrap you into a comforting hug.

He lets you sob quietly into his chest, your body shaking in his arms before you aggressively wipe away your tears, attempting to regain your composure. "I'm sorry." You mutter quietly, but you can almost feel him shaking his head, saying "Don't. Don't be sorry."

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rainydayathogwarts · 7 months

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Aaron Hotchner blurb

Aaron didn’t want to seem like a possessive boyfriend who thought you couldn’t take care of yourself, so he willed himself to stay seated, no matter how hard his hand gripped around his beer. He watched you with Emily at the bar, respectfully turning down yet another bachelor while you got your drinks and exchanged light gossip. It wasn’t as though the group didn’t know you were together, after all you did have to sign a contract with HR, but Aaron still didn’t want them to get the impression that you had him wrapped around your finger.

You did.

They knew it too.

Especially Derek and Spencer in that moment. With JJ and Penelope in the bathroom, they both got a clear view of Aaron shamelessly staring at you, glaring at any man passing by you, his relentless deathly grip on his beer. He was distracted, barely nodding to what they had to say, his facial features softening when you threw your head back in a laugh. “Okay Hotch when was the last time you guys had sex?” Asks Derek, an amused look on his face. Spencer smiles into his mocktail, knowing where Derek was leading with this. “I don’t think it’s normal to be staring that hard man.”

Aaron smiled bashfully, trying to hide it by taking another sip of his drink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” And that is the instance when Penelope and JJ join them again, giggling about something that immediately takes the attention off him.

He looks back up at you, a red flush taking over his face when he sees you already looking at him. You give him a a playful wink, cocking your head a little for him to join you at the bar as Emily leaves, presumably going to the toilet herself. He mutters a couple of 'Sorry's as he makes his way out of the big booth over Derek and Penny’s laps. Their gaze follows him all to way to the bar, where he wraps both arms around your waist. When your arms sling over his shoulders to pull him down for a kiss, he immediately obeys, connecting his lips to yours. He lets you deepen the kiss, swiping your tongue on his bottom lip to ask for access, which he gives you, both his hands now tightly gripping your hips whilst one of yours holds his jaw.

He’s the one to pull away first, licking his lips off before looking left and right shyly to make sure you haven’t attracted any attention. But you have, and he straightens his posture, pulling you closer to him by the hips while holding eye contact with one of the men that had previously hit on you. Luckily, he looks away first, and Aaron looks back at you with a small smile, seeing the way you were observing him with admiration, your chin leaning against his chest. You bite your lip, giggling at him "Someone you wanna fight, loverboy?" He shakes his head, pulling away from you as Emily walks past you saying "You guys are going to miss the shots, come on", but you only shake your head, hooking your fingers into Aaron's belt hoops. "Actually, we were just about to get out of here."

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rainydayathogwarts · 7 months

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My favourite fics from other authors!!

MCU:

daisies - peter parker by @starktonyx

As it was - Steve x reader, Bucky x reader by @heli0s-writes

Never again - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws

tap - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws

the box - peter parker by @waitimcomingtoo

incorrect quotes ft. peter x y/n by @eunoiathewriter

begging with scott lang by @ragnarachel

trouble in paradise - peter parker by @ptergwen

your mess - peter parker by @peterbenjiparker

stark!reader x peter by @ptergwen

phone sex blurb w peter by @sgrantsgf

twenty bucks Peter parker by @deathbyathousandspiders

Wizarding World:

interrupted - neville longbottom by @nevillesimp

the one that got away - harry potter by @george-fabian-weasley

angry love confession in the rain - sirius black by @salazarslytherin

jealousy, jealousy - james potter by @letterstotheflre

Poly!marauders smut by @strawberrysodaslut

Celebrities

Chris being in love with Y/N for 7 mins video by @astranva

You'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me - Tom Holland by @waitimcomingtoo

Thirst tweets with Chris Evans and Y/N L/N by @put-trash-here

The friendship test - Joseph Quinn by @magicchai

ground rules - Joesph Quinn by @icallhimjoey

Criminal Minds

Touch starved - Spencer Reid by @donald4spiderman

Your relationship with Hotch is exposed by @ddejavvu

You walk in on Spencer talking to his fish by @radiant-reid

You obsess over Hotch and he overhears EVERYTHING by @kryptonitejelly

The team finds out you and Hotch are married by @kryptonitejelly

Jack calls you 'momma', outing you and Hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly

Another one where Jack outs you and hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly

A third one where jack outs your relationship with Hotch by @kryptonitejelly

The one where everyone finds out - You and Spencer (reid) are in love but you just don't know. by @reidscanehand

Don't think I don't like you - Spencer Reid by @luveline

Stranger things

Whispering dirty things into Eddie's ear as a dare by @erosso

Eddie being pussy drunk - Eddie Munson by @subbypeterparker

Admiring Steve Harrington by @masmybeloved (deactivated acc)

Three's a crowd, but four's a party - Eddie, Steve, Robin x reader by @glasvera

Out loud - Eddie Munson by @iheartyouyou

Billy Hargrove noticing the little things by @fbfh

Bi!fem!reader x steve harrington by @eufezco

Eddie and daughter!Roan x reader series by @luveline

Dead wrong - Steve Harrington by @lucasnclair

Reid wears Glasses - Spencer Reid by @luveline

#stranger things #stranger things fics #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminalmindsfandom #criminalminds #criminal minds fics #hogwarts #harry potter #wizarding world #celebrities #chris evans #tom holland #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel smut #marvel cinematic universe #rainydayathogwarts

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rainydayathogwarts · 1 year

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I love the sound of that Spencer Reid fic, having that 180 in the readers emotions would be great to read

Our clouded ray of sunshine - Spencer Reid

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST ITS BEEN HALF WRITTEN FOR A MONTH AND IVE ONLY JUST GOTTEN AROUND TO FINISHING IT.

Also, this is only my second cm fic and I really want to get into it more so feel free to put in a request!! For now, I’m only going to write for Emily, Spencer and Hotch :))

In my head this is around season 3 where everyone is still a bit innocent but Rossi isn’t in this one, sorry..

@fuckbananas03 @deceased-badger @jinx-it commented for B and a few of you guys told me in my asks as well, so votes decided, Spencer Reid everyone!!

Summary: In which the reader is the sunshine of the BAU, but the team finds her having a breakdown in the parking lot after a case.

wc: 1.8k

Warnings: Mentions of murder/blood, the typical cm violence stuff, panic attack.

“I bring coffee!” You exclaim, walking into the break room the precinct let the team work in. Everyone’s eyes trail up, tired smiles forming onto their faces, as you go around the room, giving your teammates what could possibly be their last ounce of happiness. “And for you doctor.” You murmur, fishing for something in your pocket. “Extra sugar because I don’t think I’ve seen you so bitter before.” Spencer smiles, kindly taking the sugar packets from you as the others bubble with tired giggles.

“Anything new?” You ask, looking up at just about anyone who was willing to make eye contact with you. A file drops next to your coffee, which you decide to take a last sip of before opening what would inevitably be another file filled with disturbing images. “There’s another body.” Hotch says as you take a look at the images, and for a second, your heart drops. You take a sharp intake of breath, looking at whatever left can be seen of the victim. “It hasn’t been two days since the last victim. Either he’s panicking or he’s getting brave.” You say, though your eyes never leave the image of the victim.

She looked similar to someone you’d seen. Perhaps too similar. She had the face, the body of someone you looked at every morning in the mirror. Someone you looked at through the reflection of the glass cabinets in the small BAU kitchens while you waited for your coffee. She was you. She was you, but she was cold and bloody and, well, dead.

“...he’s getting sloppy.” is all you catch from Derek and you nod, as though reassuring yourself. “I have a sick feeling I should have had lunch before this.” You grin sheepishly and Derek shakes his head, mirroring the grimace on your face.

“I’m going to go back to the scene of the crime. Prentiss, come with me. Morgan and Jureau, please inform the family. Reid, L/N, you stay here, see if you find anything we didn’t catch. Keep in touch.” Almost unanimously, the four of them stood up, papers moving across the table and small exchanges being shared as the room emptied out, leaving you and Spencer alone. “Just you and me this time, pretty boy.” Even though Spencer doesn’t look up from his work, taking the file from you, you can see the corner of his mouth involuntarily tugging back into the smallest of smiles.

Truthfully, Spencer worried for you. He had watched carefully as your face dropped for the quickest moment, before your eyebrows were furrowing and you were analysing the unsub’s change of M.O. For the smallest of seconds, he had seen your eyes widen, a glossy layer of fright covering them, your nostrils flaring and lips pursing in fear and recognition.

But you would be okay. You would be okay because you were their ray of sunshine. It was you who found the sorrow felt in others and looked to lighten their mood. You would be fine because not one day came where you’d walk into the bullpen without a grin on your face and it was scientifically proven that smiling - even though you’re not happy - boosts your serotonin levels. Or at least Spencer had read.

Though no matter how hard Spencer tried to believe in that, he knew he would eventually be proven wrong at least sooner or later. So for the rest of the case, all the way until the unsub was in handcuffs, that’s what he looked out for, though he was unsuccessful. “Everything alright?” Hotch finally asked him on the jet. In a room full of profilers, someone was bound to realise that something was off with the two of you.

Spencer didn’t look away from you, who had taken a seat away from everyone else, though he had kept your usual space next to him free. “She’s not. Or she won’t be.” The Unit Chief followed Spencer’s eyes to where you threw your head back on the headrest and let out a deep sigh. “She saw herself in the victim, which doesn’t necessarily help someone in this field of work. And she got scared, I think.” Hotch took the liberty to occupy the space facing Spencer, though he stayed silent for a moment, observing the agent as he worried about one of his closest friends. “Agent L/N is one of our emotionally strongest agents. Whatever it is she’s going through she’s going to push through it. Whether that’s alone, or by asking for help from someone.” Hotch intently looked at Spencer who broke eye contact within an instant and willed himself to open the book in his laps, though all he could do was stare at the page he was on.

“You know what I think?” Emily starts, another cup of searing coffee in her hands. “I think we should all go out and celebrate tonight.” Derek and JJ make sounds of agreement and Hotch gives in, admitting he could use a late dinner since he has nowhere to be. “You know I wish I could but I’m just absolutely exhausted.” You start, “And I probably need to replace the flowers I have at home. They’ve probably wilted by now.”

“Of course Ms. Little Sunshine keeps fresh flowers at home.” Derek retorts. “Yeah, I think I’ll pass tonight too.” Spencer says, making eye contact with you for the first time since you had boarded the jet. His eyebrows furrowed slightly when you averted your gaze over to Hotch, waiting for a cue to make your way out of the jet, which he freely handed over to you as he stood up, grabbing his go-bag and making his way out. “Meet in the parking in 15, we’ll sort transport.”

You followed his lead, deciding you’d rather avoid any questions or bribes from your teammates, ignoring Spencer’s hustle to reach you before anyone else, as he inevitably dropped the book he was reading on the jet. Instead of following Hotch up the building you waited for the elevator to go down to the parking where you stuffed your go bag in the back of your car.

You’d have to remember it tomorrow.

Oh god, tomorrow. Tomorrow you’d have to wake up and drive your car here where you’d have to work another case as though nothing happened. As though for a second you didn’t think it was you in that image, practically dismembered from what the murderous, rapist, serial killer had done to the body. The body that could have been yours. The body that could be yours in the future if you aren’t careful while working in the field or just going about with your day to day life.

Fuck.

And it’s not like you’d been kidnapped before like Reid had so truly, you were being utterly ridiculous. You inhaled deeply, head falling against the car, hands tightly clutching the handle to the door. Pull it and you’d be safe. You’d be far enough. But your mouth dried and as you licked your lips you realised you couldn’t breathe. Your heart pounded in your chest and hands shook as you frantically tried to pull the handle back. There was no use. Tears flooded your eyes, rapidly falling down your cheeks as you started to go dizzy, your vision before you blurring. And you were flying - or rather falling, your legs giving out from underneath you, hands still tightly clutching the door handle and you were on your knees. A crying mess on your knees with your head between your arms in the middle of the parking lot, completely oblivious of your teammates pinching each other to make sure they weren’t hallucinating.

“Is that-” started Emily, looking at Derek who stood beside her, quietly nodding. "I- should we?" The silence finished the question without Emily needing to finish it, though there was no evident answer to it. They'd all been in your position at some point. A crying, sobbing, hyperventilating mess with nightmares waiting to happen that would never leave your mind.

"Leave her." All heads flashed towards Spencer, eyes tearing away from you. "You guys go on, I'll get her home." No one moved apart from Garcia who was itching to get to you and give you a big hug, though that was possibly the last thing you needed at the moment. "You hear Reid, let's go." Hotch complied, his gaze trailing to Reid's, hoping to catch his eye. When he did, he nodded at him, as though apologising for not having taken any action. The boy would either hold a grudge, flashbacks of his own torn hope for a sliver of help from anyone pumping in his blood as he needed to watch one of his closest friends experience the trapped feeling of being preyed on by an invincible predator, an unstoppable force. Or he'd just ignore him until Hotch became right; that you'd get through it and heal whether it be with his help or not. Then he'd apologise to him for his behaviour and claim that he was worried for his friend.

Once the entire team was in the car, and they drove away, Spencer started to rethink his approach. Would he scare you if he just walked over? Would you be too caught up in your own mind to realise he was there by the time he got to you?

Fuck it.

His friend needed help.

He walked over, the sound of your desperate attempts to take a deep breath becoming increasingly louder as he approached you. He could see the subtle way your fingers, still tightly wrapped around the door handle twitched upwards and how your ankled rolled uncomfortably at being on your knees for so long. He mimicked your position, kneeling down next to you, an arm hesitantly coming up to rub your back.

"Y/N? It's Spencer. I'm going to take your hand okay? And... And I'm going to put it on my chest and you're going to follow my breathing okay?" He followed his own instructions, steadying himself to breathe in and out slowly, watching closely as your body loosened its tight grip on itself to allow him full control over your sanity. Slowly, your hand still on his chest, you started to follow the movement of his chest with your own. The first breath came with a tremble in your stomach, quickly followed by a loud hiccup that shook the entire parking lot. With time, you gathered the stability to look up at your car, your second hand coming down to rest in your lap as soundless tears streamed down your face.

"We should get you home." Spencer started, a hesitant hand brushing your hair away from your face, but when you looked at him, leaping into his arms and wrapping your hands around his shoulders, his face flushed darkly, and he assumed you would be spending some more time in the dark parking lot.

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Day 10 -- Acts of Service

warnings: none

pairing: hotch x reader (nb reader, use of y/n) one of those "not really together but we all know it's gonna happen" things

word count: 396

a/n: just a lil bit of rossi inserting himself into hotch's business and a pining hotch cause we love to see it!!

After placing a fresh cup of tea on your desk, he makes his way up to his office, own steaming cup in his hand. When he enters his office, he notices Dave is already in his.

“Where’s mine?” Rossi asks with a slight smile on his face.

“Hmm?” Aaron’s too preoccupied with the pile of paperwork on his desk to understand what the other man is talking about.

“My drink. I saw you drop off one for y/n.” he continues, a mischievous lilt to his voice.

Hotch looks up at your name and then immediately realizes what he’s just done. Rossi confirms this by giving him a shit eating grin.

“I also noticed you giving them your jacket while out of state last month when they said they were cold. Offering to buy them dinner that one night we all had to stay late a few weeks ago. Oh! And there was -”

“Dave”, Aaron says abruptly. “I got it.”

Rossi just smiles at Aaron, giving him a slight reprieve from his onslaught of observations.

Hotch was more than a little annoyed. He had thought he was being subtle, but apparently not.

He was well aware of his feelings about you, he didn’t need Rossi reminding him of something he couldn’t have.

Dave, apparently deciding Aaron had enough of a break, continues, “So are you just going to hope they catch on or do you plan on telling them?”

With a long-suffering sigh, Aaron looks at the older man, a thousand different responses on his tongue before finally saying, “I can’t. Not yet.”

Dave, in all his wisdom, knows when to stop pushing. So instead he says, “Ok” and begins to walk out of Hotch’s office.

“Just promise you won’t wait too long”. When Aaron nods but won’t meet Rossi’s eye, he continues, “I mean, I can’t promise that the rest of the team won’t find out.”

Aaron’s head snaps up at that, eyes narrowing at the thinly veiled threat, to see Dave placidly smile at him from the doorway.

Hotch sighs, “Sometimes I hate you, Dave.”

“I know.”

And with that he’s out the door leaving Aaron alone with his thoughts. His eyes eventually wander to you down in the bullpen sitting at your desk working.

He would have to do something soon before this got out of hand.

He hates it when Dave’s right.

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Day 11 -- Formal Event

warnings: 1 cuss word i believe

pairing: hotch x fem!reader

word count: 781

This was literally a dream of yours.

Being able to get dressed up in a dress you would never normally wear, getting your hair and nails done, and wearing more makeup than you normally would.

Feeling beautiful is not something you feel often, your job doesn’t really allow much time for that. But right now, looking into the mirror, you feel gorgeous and you can’t help but smile at your reflection.

Not only was getting ready a dream, but it’s who you were going to be spending your night with. A handsome man by the name of Aaron Hotchner would be at your side all night, wearing a tuxedo, and more than likely looking downright devastating.

There was only one problem: it wasn’t real. Well, it was really happening, yes, but it was an undercover mission. Technically you would be on the job.

You know it’s not really a date; you understand this. But you couldn’t help the what if. What if you and Hotch really did go on a date? What if you two really were together? What would happen? Where would you go? What would you talk about?

You let these thoughts swirl in your head the entire time you got ready, knowing you had to keep your head clear when you guys were at the gala.

At that moment, you hear a knock and your name being called softly from the other side.

“One moment!” you call out before giving yourself one last look over. Letting out a quick breath, you turn and open the bathroom door.

There, standing before you is Aaron. It’s like you’re seeing him for the first time all over again.

He’s stood there in a black and white, perfectly fit tuxedo, complete with pocket square. You can’t help yourself and look him up and down, taking him all in, not used to seeing him like this.

“Wow”, you whisper quietly, at a loss for words as you look at your boss. So lost are you in fact, that you miss the way his cheeks tinge pink as he watches you watch him. Your perusal and clear approval of his outfit of choice.

When you’re able to speak again, you meet his eyes, “You look incredible, Aaron.”

The use of his first name makes his chest constrict painfully. You very rarely use his first name, so anytime he hears it from you is a godsend. But hearing it from you while you’re looking at him like that? It’s a small wonder he hasn’t done something ridiculous like take you in his arms and kiss you senseless, mission be damned.

“Thank you”, he murmurs distractedly. His eyes finally able to tear away from yours to get a good look at you.

You blush as his eyes take stock of you, not used to seeing you like this. You can’t stand the way he’s looking at you. Like you’re something precious and something worth looking at. Like he could possibly feel the same way about you as you do him. It makes your throat feel tight so you have to swallow around the feeling; no longer able to meet his eyes.

It’s the revenant way in which he says your name that causes you to look up again.

“You look…”, he starts seemingly at a loss for words. He gives his head a shake as if to clear his thoughts, “You’re breath-taking.” Hotch finishes.

You’re sure your whole body is red if the heat you feel rolling over your skin is anything to go by.

A massive smile overtakes your face. You open your mouth to say something before you hear a polite but pointed clearing of a throat from behind you.

Shit.

Both you and Aaron’s eyes shift to look at the rest of your team just over your shoulder. All of them looking at the two of you with eyebrows high and conspiratorial grins.

You were both so wrapped up in each other that you had forgotten that the team was there. Because this wasn’t a date. This was a fucking mission.

You both look properly embarrassed before straightening up and getting your “professional faces” on.

“Right”, Aaron clears his throat. He looks at you, “You ready?” All business again but eyes still soft as he gazes at you.

“As I’ll ever be.”

“Then let’s head out”, Hotch says as he offers you his elbow with the smallest hint of a smile on his face.

Smiling at his proffered elbow, you take it before craning your neck to look up at him.

“Let’s go, boss”, you say with a slight smirk before heading toward the door.

This would prove to be an interesting night.

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Day 2 -- Honey

again, shout out to @doctorsteths-fluffyfeb thanks for putting this together! everything has been so gd cute so far <33

warnings: 1 cuss word (b/c i can't seem to not cuss)

pairing: hotch x reader; no use of y/n

word count: 541

a/n: day 2 let's gooooo

“‘Baby’?”

“No, too basic”

“So I guess that means ‘babe’ is out too?”

“Ugh, yes. It’s so ‘frat-boy’ sounding.”

Aaron chuckles softly as his arms wrap tighter around you. His nose pressing into the skin behind your ear, before giving a gentle kiss to the same spot.

You turn your face to look over your shoulder at your boyfriend who’s laying down behind you. It’s hard to make him out completely in this darkness as well as the awkward angle. But you can still see the light from the street lamps outside reflected in his warm eyes, the sharp cut of his cheekbone, one thick eyebrow.

“Hmm…” he hums, eyes narrowing on yours as he thinks. “What about ‘angel’?”

“God no”, you say, shifting to fully face him, nose to nose now. “That’s what my dad used to call me.”

He grimaces slightly, “Oh yea, definitely out then”.

“‘Dear’?”

You’re silent for a moment while you think it over, eyes moving up and to the right while pursing your lips.

“Nah, too old fashioned. Makes me feel like I should be wearing a dress and heels while I clean and make a roast or something.”

“Well, I wouldn’t object to that”, Aaron says while one corner of his mouth quirks up.

“Shut up”, you say, rolling your eyes and pushing your hands against his bare chest lightly.

He’s quiet for a few minutes, staring deeply into your eyes. A hint of his earlier smile still on his face.

“Honey.”

It’s uttered so softly, you almost miss it.

“What?”, you ask just to make sure you didn’t make it up.

“Honey”, he repeats. “It’s the color of your hair when the sun hits it.”

You feel your face start to warm and your stomach do a flip. Thankful for the cover of the dark, feeling embarrassed at how easily his soft words from his deep voice affect you.

Oblivious to how you’re feeling, his rich voice continues as his hand seeks out yours in the darkness, “It’s also what you were holding when we first met.” His thumb rubbing your knuckles gently.

“You remember that?”, you ask in a small, awe-filled voice.

His eyes are still on you, a serious look on his face. “Of course I remember. I remember everything about that day.”

You feel overwhelmed with the emotion swirling in your belly, lodging in your throat. He says the sweetest, most romantic thing you’ve ever heard like it’s nothing at all. Like he’s commenting on the fucking weather or something.

Aaron notices your eyes welling up, even in the dim light, because of course he would. Not much gets past him.

“What’s wrong?” The grip he has on your hand tightens while his other hand moves to cup your cheek.

“Nothing, I just…I just love it. ‘Honey’ is perfect.” You murmur as you snuggle impossibly closer to him, bumping your nose against his. “You’re perfect”, you say before closing the distance. Trying to convey all the love you feel for this man with just the press of your lips against his. If the smile you feel as your mouths move together is anything to go by, you know he understands.

Like you thought earlier - not much gets past Aaron Hotchner.

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liberacesghost · 1 year

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Day 8 -- Moving in Together

back to my regularly scheduled hotch nonsense

warnings: possibly toxic amount of fluff? not sure (but really, no warnings)

pairing: hotch x reader (no use of y/n)

word count: 516

a/n: i just can't help myself when it comes to writing incredibly fluffy, self indulgent hotch fics. i mean i would die for this man so it is what it is lol anway pls enjoy <33

No one likes moving. That’s just a fact of life. Who in their right mind would enjoy spending their free time boxing up all of their earthly possessions, moving it to a completely different location, and then unboxing said possessions?

And yet, Aaron wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the world.

It’s late Saturday afternoon. The sun is streaming through the uncurtained windows in the living room as you continue unpacking box after box, happily singing and bobbing along to the music you have playing off your phone.

Aaron stops unwrapping picture frames from their bubble wrap to watch you. The carefree and joyous way you move around your new house. Hair sticking to your forehead, sweaty from all the boxes you both moved in and out of the moving van, but still so energetic and happy. The sun's rays beaming down on you, making your skin almost look as if it’s glowing. It truly was a remarkable sight.

He takes a moment to take you in and appreciate you. Not just you working, or your beautiful face and body, but you. All of you.

How you came into his life when he had zero thoughts or hopes for any happiness, and less than zero thoughts or hopes of somebody coming into his life in a romantic way.

It’s not an exaggeration when Aaron says he had given up hope about finding love. He understands how dramatic that sounds given his age, but after everything he’s been through he couldn’t help the thoughts.

The feeling that he had missed out on love. The feeling that he didn’t deserve love. Not after everything. He believed himself a cursed man. And so he did his best to keep his head down; resigned to be alone the rest of his life.

And then there was you. You waltzed into his life like you belonged there. Like Aaron wasn’t some broken, fragile thing. You walked in radiating joy and love and forgiveness and he couldn’t help but fall in love.

And now here he was, years later, in a place he never thought he’d find himself again: happy and in love. Yes, the guilt, regret, and feelings of unworthiness still present but so much quieter now that you were there to shush them.

He’ll never begin to understand what he did to get so lucky, but he was not about to start questioning when everything was going so unbelievably great.

He loves you and for some reason beyond him, you love him too. He will do everything in his power to keep you around.

As if sensing his thoughts, you turn to look at him and grace him with your gorgeous smile. A sight he will never tire of seeing.

“You ok there, Hotchner?” you ask lightly, making your way over to him.

He reaches out for you. His large hands connect with your waist as your arms snake around his neck.

“I’m perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He murmurs before he dips down to press a soft kiss to your mouth.

And no truer words had ever left his mouth.

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liberacesghost · 1 year

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Day 3 -- Drunken Love Confession

warnings: drinking (obvs)

pairing: hotch x reader, hotch x y/n

word count: 423

a/n: whew barely made it!! i had so many ideas for this one, but ultimately ran out of time. this is the shortened version -- i will post the longer version later when i have the time. so if it feels rushed, it's cause it very much was lol hopefully you'll enjoy it regardless <33

“It’s not that simple, Dave and you know it”, you hear the slightly slurred, slightly muffled voice of your boss say.

You’ve never seen him - well, technically at this moment you can’t see him since they are around the corner from you - this drunk before. But with how much you had all been drinking that night, you’re not surprised.

Before you continue to stumble your way to the bathroom, you hear Rossi, who also sounds worse for wear, “And why not, Aaron? Why couldn’t you just tell her how you feel?”

This stops you in your tracks. Heart rate picking up, you stay right where you are. You know you’re eavesdropping and it’s wrong, but you literally could not care less in this moment.

To say that you had a “thing” for your boss would be putting it mildly.

You knew from the beginning he was going to be a problem for you. You tried to not think about your boss in any way other than strictly professionally, which lasted a grand total of 7 and a half minutes.

Fast forward a couple of years and a ton of close proximity later, and what had started off initially as lust for the man had manifested into something completely different. Little by little, day by day, the lust and school-girl crush had morphed together and blossomed into something more. You’re not sure when exactly these feelings had started, but that one thing was for sure: you could love this man. That you did love this man.

Holding your breath for Hotch’s answer, you stay as still as you possibly can in your drunken state.

“And say what?” Hotch practically scoffs. “‘Hey Y/N, I know I’m your boss and I’ve never even hinted at my feelings toward you, but I love you, let’s get dinner?’ Get real, Dave.”

Love. Aaron had said he loved you. Your heart is pounding so hard you’re almost afraid that they can hear it.

“Love? Aaron, I didn’t -”

Aaron cuts him off before Rossi can finish his sentence. “Yea, that’s because no one was supposed to know.” Hotch finishes quietly.

You lean heavily against the wall, feeling a little weak-kneed. You release a breath you weren’t even aware you had been holding, letting your head fall back against the wall. The words from his impromptu confession wash over you, and you just can’t help the huge smile that breaks out across your face.

You guess you were going to have to do a little confessing of your own soon.

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a/n: so it doesn't end there but for the sake of getting this one in on time, i stopped it. like i said, i'll post the longer one later just for the sake of having the complete one out there anyways, thanks for reading <33

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liberacesghost · 1 year

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Day 12 -- Jewel

warnings: none

pairing: hotch x reader (no use of y/n), established relationship

word count: 123

a/n: super short silly blurb feat married hotch and reader

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“Jewel? Really?” you say in utter disbelief.

“What?” Aaron says defensively, eyebrows furrowing.

“Nothing, it’s just…not what I expected.”

“You’re going to tell me you don’t have a guilty pleasure musician or song?” He asks, his eyes narrowing.

“Of course I do”, you chuckle. “It’s just fun to see my stoic, intimidating, FBI agent husband jam out to ‘Standing Still’.”

“I wouldn’t define singing along as ‘jamming out’.” Aaron says seriously, though you can see him fighting back a smile.

“Oh, there was definitely some head bobbing going on”, you tease.

He looks at you with narrow eyes, but a smirk on his face. “Shut up.”

“Don’t worry,” you say sweetly, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Your secret is safe with me.”

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Day 6 -- Person A Knows Person B's Coffee Order

let's try that again! just wanna shout out @doctorsteths-fluffyfeb again, because i'm having a good time writing, but also having a good time reading. so if you're all not on that shit, get into it!!

warnings: cussing cause i literally cannot; mentions of them on a case but nothing graphic

pairing: hotch x reader sorta (use of y/n) they're not actually together and they don't actually get together, but you'll see

word count: 769

a/n: i know how super late i am pls forgive me <33

Coffee was the lifeblood of the BAU. The driving force that kept them going the long hours they had to work. The sweet nectar that fueled their bodies and minds.

And this coffee at the tiny mid-western precinct they were currently at fucking sucked. And that was putting it mildly.

“I can’t do this. It’s been days and I need decent coffee in my system”, you say standing up. “I need a break anyway.”

The case was going…slow. Well, more accurately the team’s progress was going slow. The unsub was decidedly not slow. He was leaving a trail of bodies quicker than you could process the evidence. And yet, you were no closer to actually catching him.

Frustrated by not only the lack of breaks in the case, but the added insult of shitty coffee was almost unbearable.

“I’ll make a quick run - let me know what you all want”, you say to the room at large as you put on your coat, which includes Rossi, Derek, Spencer, and Emily.

After getting their drinks all written down, you head to ask Hotch and JJ. You find them in an office that’s being repurposed for the BAU’s benefit.

“Hey guys”, you say hanging onto the doorframe. “I’m going on a coffee run. Do you want anything?”

“Oh, tea would be amazing, thanks”, JJ says with a smile.

Hotch nods and opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, you cut him off pointing a finger at him, “A large black coffee, no cream, 1 sugar. I know.” Then you’re out of the door before Hotch can do much more than nod again, quite uselessly.

He’s staring into the space you just were, mouth slightly open. He didn’t think anybody paid attention to his usual order. He didn’t think you paid attention. He’d be an absolute liar if he said his heart didn’t clench almost painfully in his chest. The thought of someone listening and picking up on what he likes – well, not just somebody, but you. It’s enough to keep him from doing anything useful for a lot longer than he’d like to admit. Hoping beyond hope that his cheeks were not pinkening.

It’s not until JJ pointedly coughs that Aaron is snapped out of it, head jerking towards the blonde. She gives him a knowing smirk, before going back to the notepad in front of her. Purposefully (and very professionally) not mentioning the coloring occurring on his face and his ears.

Some time later, JJ has moved back to the conference room leaving Hotch alone in “his” office to scribble away at the endless reports.

Lost in the writing and rewriting he’s felt he’s been constantly doing since he got here, he doesn’t hear footsteps approaching. It’s not until he hears the soft thud of the cardboard coffee cup on his desk, that he stops. He looks up to see you looking at him with a soft, almost shy smile.

He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time.

Your timid smile. The way your eyes meet his before quickly flitting away. Teeth worrying your bottom lip.

How he never saw it before is absolutely beyond him.

“Here you go, boss”, you say softly.

You both just stare at each other, restrained smiles on your faces.

The seconds turn into minutes, before you shake your head as if you’re clearing your thoughts away like an etch-a-sketch. “I also got some snacks if you’d like”, thumb pointing over your shoulder. “They’re in the conference room.”

Aaron is too stunned to say or do anything. This sudden realization that maybe, just maybe, you could feel the same way as him is overwhelming.

When he doesn’t respond, you give him a jerky nod of your head before turning around and making your way out the room.

Hotch says your name so softly, you turn around quickly, almost in alarm.

Remembering that they’re on an active case and he’s still the goddamn unit chief, he catches himself before he says something incredibly telling.

“Thank you”, he says instead.

You look at him, brows furrowing for a brief second, eyes roaming his face and posture for something. Something he left unsaid, something he was going to say, something you wanted him to say – you weren’t sure. So you simply look him in the eyes, a small almost smirk on your face, and give him a nod before making your way back to the conference room. Leaving Hotch in his makeshift office alone with the coffee you got him, the swirling thoughts inside his head, and the ache in his chest.

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Day 4 -- Moonlight

warnings: like 1 cuss word

pairing: hotch x reader (no y/n)

word count: 284

a/n: heyyyy i know i'm late but in my defense, i was doing hoodrat shit with my friends lol sorry i'll try not to let it happen again but honestly no promises

anyway this is a super short and sweet (and a little cheesy if i'm being honest) one from hotch's pov cause why not! enjoy <33

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The light breathing coming from beside him is the only sound at this late hour. The slow, even in and out soothing him. It lets him know you’re here with him and safe. His gaze drifts to you laying there on your back, hair fanned out on the pillow, arms above your head.

The soft glow of the moonlight the only source of light, shining directly on your prone form.

Aaron lets his eyes roam over your face and body, overcome with emotion at the sight of you. Feeling incredibly lucky in this moment. Overjoyed he has someone like you next to him every night. Pride that he was able to make you and keep you his.

His usual constant worry about keeping you protected gone. At this moment none of that matters. Not when he gets to see you like this: so peaceful and serene; looking like a statue carved by the old masters with the way the moonlight is hitting you. All soft lines and sighs.

A strong desire to be closer overwhelms him, so Aaron reaches over to gently trace his fingers over your cheek and jaw, down your neck, and to your collarbones. You unconsciously grace him with a small hum and the tiniest smile, shifting ever so slightly closer.

The sweetness of the moment is not lost on him at all. Seeing you laying there asleep, but still smiling at the contact from him, makes his heart feel so fucking full it could burst.

Overwhelmed once again, he leans over to place a gentle, reverent kiss to your cheek. Thanking the moon and the stars and all the deities in the world that he has you in his life.

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