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diagnosedpsychosis · 5 months

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Love At First Sight- Jake Seresin

Contains: A little bit of weight/body insecurity from reader, shy/coward jake, just as shy reader, fluff

Description: Jake's been acting a little differently cause he's taken an interest in you and doesn't want you to think he's a jerk. All the while he's too nervous to make a move.

Word Count: 1.4k

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Jake didn't know what had come over him so hard that the confident man he was just weeks ago, had been replaced with a coward. He noticed it. His teammates noticed it. Even the bar regulars noticed that suddenly one of the cockiest, loudest, most outgoing men in San Diego had turned into a borderline hermit.

His regular game of darts with Javy had become a once in a blue moon activity. His teasing of Bradley, Bob and Nat ceased the moment they were finished work for the day. Even the usual 6 or 7 beers he'd pound down after a long day had reduced to 2 or 3 at the most.

He had an instinct of knowing when someone was looking at him, like his teammates and would meet their eyes with nothing but a bored stare before they'd look away not wanting to be bummed out by his mood. If only they knew that wasn't how he was feeling at all.

Even tonight, as Jake sits in a corner booth at the Hard Deck, his beer turning warm in his hand, his mouth and the rapid thud of his heart almost betray his exterior as he stares at you across the bar. You're talking to Penny, the easy smile on your face enough to make the corner of his lips twitch as he sits still, imagining all the things he'd say to you if he only had the courage to get off his ass.

Then he feels eyes on him and looks away, shooting a hard look in Javy and Reuben's direction. They both whirl around, turning their backs to him and then he's back to looking at you.

"He looking again?" Penny mumbles, leaning over the bar and grinning up at you. You've been caught glancing around the room again as to not make it obvious you were staring right back at the handsome blond.

"Mmm" You hum, biting on the inside of your cheek to try and stop yourself from grinning like a fool. You glance around again, eyes moving swiftly over him and onto the next person despite the desperate yearning in your chest, begging you to look at him again.

"I don't know why you don't just go and talk to him" Penny leans forward, lowering her tone so that there isn't a chance another guy in uniform hears the exchange. You whine, bouncing your foot like you were trying to get rid of a cramp.

"Have you met me? I'll take two steps and sweat my face off" You've never been overly confident and you had High School to thank for it. It didn't matter that it's been a decade since you graduated, growing up an overweight girl and not dropping the weight until you were in your 20's made you overly receptive to judgement.

You felt better now, more confident and happier, but because you didn't get to experience that bittersweet 'teenage love', you weren't really sure how dates and interest in people being reciprocated worked. Slowly losing weight late when everyone was getting boyfriends, or pregnant or even married didn't help either.

You'd noticed guys flocking to your pretty, skinny friends on nights out, and despite how beautiful your friends promised you were, your weight was the first thing they saw. If you smiled their way you were just the sweet, chubby girl that looked like she'd drank a whole bar empty and didn't know what was in and out of her league.

You'd never really had experience talking to guys, your Dad and brother not included, so the fact a ridiculously handsome man in uniform, that you're sure never would've spared you a glance when you were bigger, had been staring at you for weeks now, made you beyond nervous to make eye contact with him, let alone talk to him like Penny has tried to convince you to do for a while now.

"Well hey, if he doesn't love your nervous sweats then he doesn't deserve you" Penny tried to make you feel better, squeezing your arm before standing back up straight to fix a couple orders from some guys at the end of the bar. Your smile slowly falls from your face and internally you curse at yourself for not having the courage to even just go and say hi.

What you don't realise is Jake's doing the same, beating himself up for becoming so darn weak that he can't stand up, take a deep breath and walk over to you. Flying planes and risking his life were easy, but talking to a pretty woman he's been coming to the Hard Deck every day for 3 weeks purely with hopes of even just seeing? He felt like he couldn't breathe.

But then he watches your exchange with Penny, his heart beating twice as hard when for the first time in 3 weeks he watches the smile he's come to adore slowly fade from your face when Penny turns her back to you. He notices your heavy exhale and the drop of your shoulders. He notices you running the tip of your index finger around the rim of the glass in your hand that you're yet to take a sip of. He notices the slight crease of your eyebrows when you gnaw on your lip, and suddenly... he's never wanted to lift someone's mood so desperately before.

He doesn't give himself even a second to talk himself out of making his way to you, the need to see your smile again all too consuming.

Whatever's on your mind has your full attention, that even when the guy you've been watching for the last 3 weeks sits down on the stool beside you, his knee grazing yours, you fail to notice and keep tracing your finger around the rim of your glass.

Jake didn't know what the hell to say that didn't make him come across as an obsessed stalker, so he tried a humorous take instead. "You know, I almost wore that exact same top today. How embarrassing would that have been if we matched?"

His voice floats right into your ear and you turn your head, sucking in a sharp breath when you realise the person that's just spoken to you, is the same person you're making yourself insecure over. You open your mouth like a goldfish, not knowing what to say as you're still trying to process the fact he's finally spoken to you, before closing your mouth again.

You look down at the obviously very feminine top you paired with plain jeans, and finally his words sink in. Your lips curve up and the moment of internal terror Jake had as you stared at him in silence, washed away.

"Only embarrassing if you pulled it off better than me" Jake's mouth pulls up into an easy smile as he stares right back at you, both completely oblivious to the group of pilots watching the exchange in surprise.

"I find it hard to believe anyone could" The flirtation rolls of Jake's tongue and he can't help grin at the sight of your cheeks flushing as you turn your head away from him slightly, looking ahead. Jake's eyes bounce over your features up close and he wonders how somebody could look so beautiful from afar, and even more mesmerising up close. He regret's not talking to you the second he saw you.

"I'm Jake" He blurts the words, almost like he can't contain them any more. The longer he goes without properly introducing himself and learning your name, the more desperate he becomes to know anything and everything about you. You look back and his eyes are immediately drawn to your lips as they curve up in the most beautifully natural smile.

Sure, he's wanted to kiss you since the moment he spotted you, but right now, as he stares at your mouth and the faint dimple poking at your cheeks, he's never been more content seeing another person happy in his life.

"Y/n" You reply softly and immediately your name is carved and filled with pure liquid gold, in Jake's heart. His heart beats to the letters of your name in morse code. His eyes fill with so much hope as he stares at you, like finding out your name is the greatest gift he could've ever gotten.

And as you stare right back at him, he wonders if telling you he's in love with you before even the suggestion of a first date is too soon.

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My first Top Gun: Maverick short. Hope it was okay <3

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diagnosedpsychosis · 8 months

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Summertime Sadness

This was a request that I had no clue how to reply to with a post cause I'm not a tech genius in the slightest (still haven't even figured out how to screenshot on my laptop) :/

Description: As hard as you try, you can't seem to get yourself out of the ruck you've been in since seeing your best friend, Rafe, with yet another girl that wasn't you. So when you don't turn up to a party, Rafe ditches to be with you.

Word Count: 1.6k

Hope this alright @insomniacspsychosis and thank you so much for the request :)

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It was normal for somebody to see another person doing nothing and classify them as lazy. You weren't lazy though, because whilst you laid in bed, heart beating at an all time low you wanted to get up, you wanted to have fun with the rest of your friends, but you just couldn't push yourself to do the things you wanted.

Something as simple as getting up to go to the toilet felt like a high demand task you didn't have the energy to complete, and so you'd spent all day holding in a 5 second bathroom trip purely cause leaving the comfort of your bed made you feel uneasy and unprotected from the world outside your bedroom.

You knew why you had fallen into the ruck you'd been in for the last 4 days now, you just didn't want to admit to yourself that it was because you saw your best friend locking lips with yet another girl.

Rafe Cameron, had been your comfort person for as long as you could remember. When you were sad you ran to him and he eagerly leant you his shoulder. When you were happy he was there to grin and bask in the warmth of your joy. When you were angry he was there to talk you down from an explosive episode. He had always been there, so of course you started developing feelings for him. He was the one person on earth that made you feel unconditionally happy and safe.

He was one of your very few soft spots, and you his only.

You cringed at the memory of him kissing a blonde by the pool of the massive Thornton house. Every time you were reminded he was the kook prince with a thousand begging conquests eager to get in his pants, you felt sick. He had his pick of the litter and every single time he never chose you. Sure, you'd never thrown yourself at him suggestively, and if anything ever did happen between you you didn't want it to happen in the same setting as all his other girls, but were you not pretty?

You didn't want to be just another conquest. Of course, you never thought of yourself to be any kind of prize worth winning, so the reality of not being another face he's made out with was anything but, yet still you were prone to wishful thinking.

You were always Rafe's side kick for a good portion of the nights when parties were thrown. You'd sit together, talk together, the closeness of your bodies and the intensity of your stares on each other acting as a repellent to everybody else, not daring to come between the two of you. But the second he'd get up, claiming he was 'only' going to get a drink, you knew he wasn't coming back anytime soon and if he did he'd have swollen lips.

You weren't going to put yourself through another night of wondering 'why not me?' Coming to the conclusion nothing would ever happen between you two had hurt, but if you wanted to get through it and over him you needed to avoid him and parties altogether for a little while. He was your best friend, but even best friends needed breaks from each other sometimes.

You saw his text 2 hours ago, asking if you were turning up to the party that was being held at his house, and you were still yet to reply. You weren't going to. Every other time you had tried to ignore him whilst 'attempting' to get over him the second a text would come through you'd reply before you even had the chance to think. Not this time. You were too old to be hung up on your best friend.

You stared at your lock screen, Rafe's name still on it as you refused to even simply open your phone. Groaning you tossed your phone to the side, away from you and out of reach even if you leant out of your bed to get it. You kept your dull lamp on before sinking back into your bed and pulling your covers up under your chin. You grabbed one of your discarded pillows already under your blanket, before pulling it into your chest and hugging it right up until the moment you fell asleep.

You hadn't even realised you'd dozed off until you stirred awake to the feel of someone pushing your hair out of your face. You exhaled through your nose, snuggling further into your pillows, freezing at the quiet laugh that ran through your room. Slowly opening a single eye, you were surprised to find Rafe crouched beside your bed in front of you, a small smile on his face.

"Hey" he whispered, pushing your hair back out of your face when you moved and it fell over your forehead. You frowned, opening your other eye before looking around the room, wondering what time it was.

"What are you doing here? How'd you get in?" You've barely left the four walls that connect to make your room in days, let alone gotten up to unlock the windows, so there was no way he'd come through that way.

"Your Mum let me in, thought I might be able to make you feel better" Rafe mumbled back making you sigh. You shook your head as you pushed yourself up and back against your head board, alert and looking down at Rafe.

"I feel fine. I'm just tired" You shut him down, for the first time in ever, wanting him to turn around and leave your room. Rafe hummed, nodding but not believing you as he stood up before sitting down on the edge of your bed, beside your leg that he patted twice.

"Mm, too tired to message me back in 4 days?" You didn't answer, just stared tiredly at Rafe. You weren't sleep deprived, but emotionally drained. Rafe's smile slowly fell from his face realising you weren't just simply feeling weird. Something was going on and he worried it had everything to do with him.

"Why are you here, Rafe?" You whispered.

"I missed you. You've been ignoring me the last couple days, and then you didn't turn up to the party at mine... you're pulling away from me" Rafe's voice despite being soft, sounded vulnerable. The thought of you putting space between the two of you made him incredibly anxious, wanting nothing more than to be around you 24/7, 365 days a year.

"I'm not pulling away from you-"

"You are, y/n/n" Rafe cut you off. You opened your mouth, not knowing what to say. Rafe softly smiled, wanting you only to feel comfortable around him even when these less than comfortable conversations were being had.

"And that's okay if you need a little bit of space. I don't want to be away from you, but if you need some you time I'll give you all the time in the world" You hated the aching feeling in your chest, and how guilty you felt at your actions.

He knew you were ignoring him, he wasn't dumb, but he didn't know why because you didn't have the balls to tell him. So instead of him understanding you were staying away until you had a grip on your feelings, he thought you just didn't want to be friends anymore.

"You didn't have to leave your party to say that to me" You told him, Rafe patting your knee as his eyes darted between yours.

"Not really much of a party if you're not there" Your eyes instinctively fell to his lips and you couldn't help but suck in a breath. They weren't red, or swollen.

"Your Dad's gonna be mad if something gets broken and you weren't there to supervise" You let him know. Rafe shrugged.

"Not the end of the world, certainly feels like it though when you stare at me like that. Flash me those pearly whites, woman" Rafe leant forward, pinching one of your cheeks. No matter how big or small Rafe's gestures were, he always had the ability to make you smile at times when it felt like the last thing you were capable of, even now.

Rafe's mouth spread into a massive grin, his eyes focused solely on your lips as you smiled up at him, purposely being overdramatic and stretching your mouth as wide as possible.

"There's that damn smile I love so much. I'll never understand why you don't smile like that in pictures" You were thankful for your shitty dull lamp hiding your flushed cheeks at Rafe's compliment.

"I hate having photo's taken of me" You groaned, Rafe shaking his head as he rested his hand on your covered leg.

"Which seems ridiculous to me when you're as gorgeous as you are" Your cheeks are burning unbelievably hot as you look down at your lap.

"You're just trying to make me feel better" You mumble, listening to Rafe's 'Ahhh' as he pokes your arm.

"Feel better? So...something was wrong then" Rafe grins, earning a shove to the shoulder from you as you cross your arms over your chest and sink into yourself. Rafe chuckles, pulling your arms back apart, his hand gripping yours falling into your lap but not parting.

"I'm kidding, but really y/n, I wish you'd have a little bit more confidence. Maybe you'd finally notice how people look at you" You rolled your eyes.

"And how do people look at me, Rafe?" You asked jokingly, watching something flash across Rafe's face as his gaze softened unbelievably so on you. So much for putting a little distance between the two of you.

"Like you hung the moon" He answered quietly, watching you scoff in disbelief.

"And how would you know that?" You questioned, smile slowly fading the longer your question went unanswered. Rafe couldn't look away from you, his throat tight and chest heavy as the feelings he's harboured for you crept out.

"Cause it's how I look at you."

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diagnosedpsychosis · 8 months

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hi! I don’t know if you’re taking requests but could you possible write a aaron x bau!fem reader piece based on the episode in s10 where Hayley’s dad still blames Hotch for her death and then Hotch starts to self deprecate and is truly hurt but his words and pushes the reader away unintentionally but then it ends in fluff :) love your work btw!!

YESS!!! This is sooo good!!! Sorry it took so long for me to write and post. Thank you for the request and I hope you like it. (fingers crossed it makes sense cause I finished it half asleep) <3

Word Count: 2.5k

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You didn't know what you'd done wrong. If you'd made a comment, or acted in a way Aaron wasn't fond of, you were sure you must've done something otherwise why would he be avoiding you like the plague?

You'd walk into a room and he would look anywhere but at you. He'd interact with the team, encouraging input and suggestions, but would blind side and ignore anything you'd say, no matter how sound it was to the case. It was almost as if you were invisible, a ghost Aaron couldn't see nor hear.

And he was your boyfriend, and had been for years now.

It's been a couple days since he started acting weird, right after having to pick Roy, Aaron's ex father in law, up from the police station after he'd broken into his old store and tried to 'open up for the day'. Your heart was with the older man who was suffering from Alzheimer's, unable to even begin to imagine going through what he was.

Memories were stripped from him, his reality all over the place as something he thought had only happened yesterday, actually happened years ago. And that happened almost every day.

You'd tried calling Aaron and if the phone didn't go straight to voicemail, it'd drag out, letting you get your hopes up that he'd pick it up. But he didn't. He just kept letting it ring. Even all of your text messages. You didn't know how he was feeling after the whole Roy ordeal, but thinking he might just be a little low you kept to a non overbearing amount of texts, wanting to give him space if that's what he needed. You didn't know what it was he needed though, after all he'd barely spoken 10 words to you in the last 4 days and you were losing patience.

You had tried cornering him at work, in the kitchen but he managed to slip away every time someone walked in. You'd gone into his office and locked the door behind yourself, telling him you needed to talk, but in return he'd tell you he was busy and would then unlock the door himself and not so nicely see you out.

You tried not to take it personally. Maybe he was treating everyone like that?

He wasn't.

Your blood boiled and your heart hammered so loudly in your chest you heard it in your ears. You watched Aaron leave his desk and walk into the conference room where he made conversation with Derek and Emily for more than 5 minutes. He couldn't even give you 5 seconds but he was giving them much more.

Then you watched him stop by Rossi's office on the way back to his, hearing his faint laugh and seeing his soft smile as he turned around and shook his head.

Forget it. Forget him.

You had kept trying to talk to him over and over and over again, and he couldn't spare you a single minute. You were pissed, and so you decided you were leaving early. With a huff you stood up from your seat and with a bit too much force slid your chair back under your desk. All of your team mates immediately noticed your mood, even Derek and Emily when the sound of your chair hitting your desk startled them.

"Y/n, are you alright?" Spencer had barely even gotten the question out before you were grabbing your completed case file and storming up to your boyfriends office.

"Just dandy" You grunted in response, feeling eyes burning into you as you walked up the flight stairs with heavy steps before flinging open Aaron's office door and walking inside without knocking.

His head shot up and his eyes briefly met yours in a deep frown before looking down to your hand and the case file you were gripping so hard your knuckles were turning white.

"Done?" He asked, looking back up at your face. He waited for an answer, frown hardening as you walked up to his desk, slapped the file down and turned around. If he wanted to play the silent game then so could you.

"Y/n?" He called out to you when you didn't answer him. You grabbed the door knob to his office, slamming the door closed behind you as you exited his office and descended the steps back into the bullpen. You felt a thousand pairs of eyes on you, ignoring them all as you grabbed your already packed bag and headed out the bullpen and towards the elevator.

You were too busy listening to your heart hammering in your ears to hear or notice Aaron following after you. You pressed the button for the elevator over and over again, hoping it'd make it open faster.

"Do you even care that you just caused a scene?" You jumped, not expecting to hear Aaron at all, let alone so close to you. But still, you ignored him.

"Silent treatment? How old are you, 5?" Aaron asked and yet you continued to stay silent. A slow, humourless huff left him as the elevator doors opened and you stepped inside. You turned around, now facing him as he stood a couple meters back from the doors.

The second you had turned around and Aaron's eyes met yours his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, face softening at the defeated look on your face as you stared right back at him.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"If you can't put aside one minute of your day to talk to me, why would you think I wouldn't do the same?" You replied, Aaron standing speechless as the doors closed the second you'd finished talking. He stared right back at his reflection, contemplating going after you. He thought about it, but came to the conclusion that maybe you needed some space to cool down.

You were mad, but still you'd hoped Aaron would follow you past the elevator. You wanted him to come after you, to figure out why you had left and to problem solve and apologise. But he didn't and you realised it after being home for half an hour.

Aaron wanted to go after you, hell you were the love of his life and clearly hurting over something, but he was letting Roy's remarks from days before get to him.

'You make a mistake and I lose my daughter.'

He was terrified of making another mistake and losing you too. He'd already lost Haley twice, once from the divorce and the second time to Foyet, so losing you would absolutely break him to the point of no return.

So he kept his distance. He couldn't make a mistake that'd hurt you if you weren't around. He was willing to do whatever it took to keep you safe, even if it meant hurting himself. He thought he was helping, but he didn't realise he was hurting a lot more than just himself.

Hours passed before Aaron finally decided enough was enough. He could barely work, thoughts of you wrecking his brain as he tried so hard to figure out what was wrong with you. For such an intelligent profiler, he could be a pretty dumb boyfriend.

It was yet to click that him distancing himself from you was why you were irritated, but he was soon going to find out.

He left work before anyone else which was a surprise to the rest of the team as it was exactly 5 o'clock. He grabbed flowers on the way to yours and even picked up your favourite food, hoping it'd be enough to at least let him in. So when he knocked on the door and you opened but left no room for him to squeeze in he realised it was a lot more than you just being irritated. It was serious.

"Hi" He said softly, not wanting to scare you off and cop a door to the face. You stared up at him blankly, your hold on the door knob tight as you itched to close it.

"What do you want, Aaron?" He usually loved the way you said his name, but not now, not when it's so clear you don't want to see him.

"Can I come in?"

"No" Your answer made Aaron rear back in surprise.

"No?" He repeated your answer, the flowers in his hand no longer pressed against his chest, but dangling down at his side.

"Do you wanna know why?" You asked, not giving him any time to answer before you continued.

"Because you're too blind to see what's wrong. Too busy to even spare me a glance, or talk to me when I'm trying to talk to you. Was this what it was like with you and Haley, because if it was it wasn't a relationship" You didn't like bringing Haley up to Aaron. You knew in some ways he was still healing from their divorce and her death, but you also knew that deep down she'd never liked you.

You were new to the team around the time of their divorce and as much as you tried to be the kind of person that was still friendly with their bosses ex, she never gave you the time of day. She'd been threatened by you since day one, even though her and Aaron weren't together anymore.

"So tell me what the hell I've done to push you away from me or I'm never inviting you inside again" Your heart was racing, chest heaving and you stared up at Aaron. Your frown softened ever so slightly as you watched a range of emotions flicker across his face before settling on sadness. He sighed as rubbed his eyes before answering.

"You didn't do anything wrong. You're perfect, you always are. I just-" He paused, tilting his head back and staring up at the roof. Your eyebrows furrowed more. Aaron never had a hard time sharing anything with you, even his emotions, but right now he was struggling and it made you feel bad for forcing an answer out of him.

But you had to. You couldn't continue walking on eggshells around him and wondering when he'll even look in your direction next.

"Roy's never going to forgive me for what happened to Haley" You shook your head slightly, not understanding what Roy had anything to do with you.

"I don't-"

"He made the point that I made a mistake and it got her killed. And I'm just worried that if I make a mistake when you're around..." Aaron drifted off and your heart hurt for him.

"Oh Aaron" You sighed, opening the door further and taking a step out to meet him. You pressed your hand to his chest and dipped your head to meet his eyes. He reluctantly returned your gaze.

"You can't tip toe around me for the rest of your life. If something happens then something happens. It'd never be your fault" You tried to reason with him, but he was still quick to shake his head.

"But y/n-" You cut your boyfriend off, not wanting to hear him blame himself for something that hadn't even happened yet, if ever.

"No buts Aaron. No but's, no if's, no maybe's, no what's. You can't keep avoiding me on the 1 in 100 chance I could get hurt" Aaron sighed, placing his hand on top of yours against his chest.

"I'm not a fan of the 1 in 100 odds" He mumbled, staring down at your lips, not wanting to look into your eyes when he was feeling so sensitive and vulnerable.

"And I'm not a fan of you blaming yourself for something you didn't physically do" You whisper back, bending your head, trying to catch his eyes. When he finally looks up and away from your mouth you offer him the smallest, but most comforting smile you can muster up.

"Honey, you know you did everything you could to protect Haley and Jack. Protective custody, moving them far away from you, cutting off contact until you knew they'd be safe" You list of some of the many thing Aaron did to prove how much he loved and cared for his family. You remember how hard Aaron was taking it when he didn't know where Jack and Haley were and couldn't contact him. It was killing him but he didn't dare force an answer out of anyone because he knew it was what was best to keep them safe.

"It wasn't enough though" Aaron whispers and whilst he still sounds guilty about it, you can hear the slight tension lift in his voice. You're slowly easing his mind and his conscience. You moved your hand from his chest, his arm dropping back down by his side as you bring your hands up to cup his face.

"The point is you tried, and you did everything you yourself could possibly do. Sometimes the bad slips in and takes personal trophies, but you didn't make them feel scared, you made them feel safe and loved" Aaron's eyes are bouncing back and forth between yours, his eyebrows losing some of their tension, finally letting his face relax.

"Roy-"

"Roy owned a store. He never had to get the bad guy and come home all in one day" Your little remark makes Aaron's top lip twitch upwards. You lift yourself up onto your tippy toes, bringing his face down to meet yours as you press a soft, light kiss to his lips.

"At the end of the day all that matters is that you've got a son at home, that loves and adores you. He's not sheltered as much as you wish he was. He knows what happened and it's gonna hurt him for a long time. The memory is gonna hurt him, not you" Aaron presses his forehead against yours, exhaling a deep breath he'd been holding in for days. You were his comfort person, you always knew what to say and do, and if anything now he just felt unbelievably stupid for avoiding the one person that made him feel better.

"Now... What the hell are you still doing here?" Aaron frowns, pulling back slightly, worried for a split second that you're still mad. But then he sees your smirk.

"What?"

"I thought what I said was a pretty good hint towards the fact that there's a little boy somewhere that needs you" Aaron holds up the food he'd bought you and the flowers, shrugging as if to say 'but I'm here to see you'. You laugh, pressing another kiss to his lips.

"I can wait a day or two" Aaron huffs out an airy laugh as you take the food and flowers before retreating back into your apartment. You grin up at him as he watches in disbelief. You're actually not letting him inside.

"I love you" You whisper, grabbing the door knob and slowly closing the door. You pause, staring at Aaron waiting to hear him say it back. He laughs again, shaking his head as he starts slowly backing away, already looking forward to seeing you next.

"I love you more."

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diagnosedpsychosis · 9 months

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Heyo!!! 😁 I’m not sure if your still taking requests but I've had this idea for a little while.

Could you do Aaron × BAU f!reader where they are having an argument and something had happened in the field and when they got back home (originally his place) they got into a heated argument and Aaron says something to reader like "why did you even coming here with me if we're just going to fight" which the reader responds by saying "would you rather me to go out into the field and not come back to you?" And when Aaron doesn't answer (out of shock or surprise) reader takes it the wrong way and as his answer and leaves which he then regrets what he said. The next day in the office reader won't even look or talk to him and in the field reader is more careless and takes huge risks because of what Aaron had said.

It could possibly end with reader getting an injury and is in the hospital and in fluff or hurt/comfort. However you see fit is perfect!!! 😊

Im in a big mood for some angsty shizz and I have asked a couple different writers about this just to see what different perspectives and ideas they can create with it. So if you are able and willing i would love to see what you put together for this. If not that's perfectly fine too! Thanks luv 🫶🫶🫶

Hiiiii, I'm always open to requests and up for a challenge so thank you so much for this!!! I'll see what I can do for you <3 I hope it's okay.

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You knew going after an unsub much bigger than you on foot, and alone was a bad idea, well.... you knew it now. But at that moment, the only thought that had crossed your mind was that if you let this man get away, men and women would never stop suffering at the hands of him. You had found him by fluke, so it was now or never.

You weren't expecting to be tackled from behind, I mean, you had been chasing him, right? He was in front of you. But somewhere you'd lost track of the man and just kept jogging in the direction you knew he'd gone in, so when he tackled you from behind it was a complete surprise and you hadn't had enough time to put you hands out in front of you to support your fall.

You hit your head hard, your vision going blurry for a moment as you struggled to breathe under the weight straddling you. He was big and could easily overpower you, you both knew it. His hands flew to your neck as he squeezed, trying to crush your throat under his hands. You gasped, and wheezed, kicked and clawed at him, but he just sat over you with a large grin, knowing your life was in his hands and he was going to take it.

So when the gunshot cracked and he stilled on top of you, for that brief moment where his brain still ticked and his heart still beat, he wondered how he hadn't realised you had been distracting him with your kicks and your gasps, all so you could reach for your gun. The bullet came from your gun. The bullet that put an end to his reign of terror. A single bullet, that saved countless lives.

You hadn't even been able to take a heavy drag of air, or relax for a single second knowing you were no longer in danger before police sirens blared and uniformed officers trudged through the forest, torches on high as they searched for you and the unsub.

"Y/n?" The first voice you recognised was Derek's. You noticed a hint of panic in his tone as he searched for you, unsure if you were close or not.

"Over here" You called, barely able to get the words as the literal dead weight on you rested over your chest, robbing you of air. You heard heavy shoes against the ground and twigs and leaves crunch under weight before Derek broke through a bush, his torch landing on you.

"I got them" He yelled loud enough that his voice echoed and even Aaron who'd been so many hundred metres, panic searching for you heard him and ran in the direction of his voice. Derek jogged over to you, letting out a relieved sigh at the sight before him. You were alive, and the unsub wasn't.

"You owe me a drink for how worried sick you made me" Derek frowned down at you, wiping the sweat from his forehead and placing his hands on his hips to catch his breath.

"Yeah, sure. Now are you going to help me, or leave me here under this rock all night?" You wheezed, relieved to see Derek crack an amused smile, an airy laugh bubbling out of his throat as he bent down to help you.

"You push, I'll pull" He ordered you, eyes jumping back to yours as you scoffed.

"No, you push and I'll pull" You joked, not needing Derek to tell you to push, as if that wasn't what you wanted. Derek rolled his eyes, a smirk on his mouth as he counted down from 3. The second 1 left his mouth, despite being sore and having no energy you pushed with all your might, and with Derek's help were able to roll the unsub off of you.

The second his weight left your chest you doubled over, coughing uncontrollably as air suddenly flooded your lungs. Derek was quick to help pull you up, slinging your arm over his shoulder, his hand rubbing circles on your back as he helped move you away from the unsub and officers flooding the area. He pulled you off to the side before sitting you an a dead tree stump.

"Hey, you alright?" He asked, crouching down to your height and pushing your hair back out of your face. You nodded your head, before immediately stopping as zaps of pain made you groan.

"Yeah, I just hit my head a little hard" Derek frowned before moving his hand to the back of your head, eyes jumping back to yours as he met a wet spot.

"I think you're bleeding."

"What?" You gaped, letting Derek pull you up and sling your arm back over his shoulder as he helped guide you back through the forest.

"Medics are already here, we'll get you checked out" You thanked Derek for finding you and helping you so much. You even shared a couple jokes and laughs with him, but the moment you broke through the forest your face was wiped of its smile.

Standing beside the ambulance, was a very grumpy looking Aaron in a black polo and FBI vest. To anyone else he looked like he did all day, every day- frowning, and bored. But you could tell that his eyebrows being a tiny fraction more furrowed meant he was mad. Being able to read your boyfriend was both a blessing and a curse. Derek helped you over to him, before quickly dipping and leaving you alone with your fuming boyfriend.

"Aaron-" You started to say, but he was quick to cut you off, arms flexing as he folded them over his chest.

"Save it. We'll talk later" He snapped, causing you to rear back at his tone. You knew he would be angry about you taking on an unsub alone, but you didn't know he'd be this angry.

"Are you really that angry-"

"I said save it. Now hurry up and get checked so we can leave" You watched, lips slightly parted at Aaron clicked at a paramedic to give you attention, before he turned around and stormed back over to one of the SUV's. What had been confusion over Aaron's tone quickly turned to anger on your part as well. Of all the people to judge you for running after an unsub alone, Aaron had no right, not when 7 out of 10 decisions he made in the field were stupid.

"You've got a concussion and some bleeding at the back of your head. I'd suggest going to the hospital to get it properly patched up. There's only so much I can do here" The paramedic who had been checking you informed you. You offered the man a tight lipped smile as you stood up and off the side of the ambulance.

"Thank you" You told him before walking off to meet the rest of your team who'd been waiting in a circle at the front of the SUV's.

"Hey" Derek smiled as you stopped beside him. He raised his hand to your head and ruffled your hair like a dog.

"How's your head, Fred?" He asked, and your eyes flew to Aaron who was watching you with a frown, waiting to hear all the injuries you'd gotten. The longer you stared at him, the less you felt like telling the truth, knowing he'd use it against you in an argument. You glanced back at Derek and smiled.

"All good."

"Great. Let's get out of here. I want to go home" Emily smiled, patting your arm before everyone split up between the cars and headed back to the bureau. You were grateful for a local case so you wouldn't have to endure hours of tension on the jet, but at the same time maybe that's exactly what you needed between you and Aaron- time for him to calm down, and time for you to sooth the concussion.

Despite Aaron being your boyfriend, Derek had been the most supportive on of your team. He'd found you, helped you, worried for you, and hesitantly left you at the ambulance, so it wasn't surprising you stuck to him like glue for the drive back to Quantico, not that he minded. It gave him more time to check that you were 100% okay.

When you got back everyone was quick to grab their things before leaving and heading home for the night, excited to sleep in their own beds after a tiring case you'd all worried would go unsolved, but it hadn't, thanks to you. You tried to leave quickly before Aaron could intercept you, but of course, you can't always get what you want.

"My place" Aaron huffed from behind you, before quickening and lengthening his strides until he passed you, refusing to glance back as he stormed to his car. You got in your own car, watching him drive away before you even started the ignition. You wondered how he'd react if you just didn't go to his. He wasn't your boss outside of work, he couldn't order you around, but there was no doubt in your mind that if you weren't at his soon after him he'd call and text every last person in his phone that you had connections with, just to hunt you down and find you.

So you followed him, and soon reluctantly pulled up out the front of his apartment building. You got out, walked inside and took the elevator to his floor before slowly walking down the hall and stopping in front of his apartment door. You didn't even need to knock, because in seconds the door opened and there stood a much too unhappy Aaron.

"I hope the wind doesn't change" You tried to ease the tension, offering a half smile, it wavering as Aaron rolled his eyes and turned around, leaving the door open for you to come inside.

"That's your coping strategy? Making jokes?" He scoffed as you clicked your tongue against your teeth, closing and locking his apartment door behind yourself. You followed him further into his apartment, stopping and watching as he filled a glass with water.

"It's much more fun than what you're doing. Aaron, you're being overdramatic" He let out a laugh before turning to look at you. You took a small step back, not liking the look on his face or the tone of his voice. You wished you'd never driven to his, because you knew just by looking at him he was going to be the mean Aaron you hated tonight.

"Oh, am I?" Your own joking smile fell from your face, quickly mirroring the frown on his face as you nodded your head, subtly grabbing the stool beside you when you felt yourself become slightly dizzy. You were sure you didn't actually have a concussion. A headache, sure, but not a concussion. All you needed was some ibuprofen and you'd be fine.

"Yeah, you are. You're being overdramatic and you're being totally unfair. You know if it was the other way around I'd never give you as much grief as you're giving me right now" You raise your voice, pointing an accusing finger in his direction.

"Maybe cause if it were the other way around you know I would've made smarter decisions than you did tonight" You scoff in disbelief at the utter bullshit coming from your boyfriends mouth.

"You know for a fact you're just as hot headed as me, Aaron. You make just as many stupid mistakes and you get just as injured, so don't try to lecture me about 'smarter decisions' cause you know that's a load of crock" You hated how he spoke and treated you during arguments, like you weren't his equal. Like every decision he made was perfect, and every on you made was a mistake.

Aaron brings his hands up, dragging them down his face as a loud, irritated groan echoes around the apartment. "Far out, I shouldn't have told you to come over after a once in a blue moon field day for you. Why did you actually even come? You don't follow 95% of my orders, but what? You do now?"

"What would you rather Aaron, me going out into the field and still coming back to you, even if it is to fight? Or me going into the field and not coming back to you?" Your question stuns Aaron into silence and out of the ever consuming rage he'd felt. All that pent up anger dissipates at the picture you've painted in his head. One with a reality where you don't come home to him. It didn't matter if after every case you fought, all that mattered was that you came home with him every night, safe and healthy.

The silence you had stunned Aaron into rebounds right back at you. Your shoulders sag and your eyes burn as you stare at the man you loved, not saying a single word in response to the hypothetical you threw at him. Not a single word. Not a single word to let you know he of course wanted you to come home to him, instead his deafening silence twisting your brain to think the opposite.

Was he tired of you? Is that why he was so quiet? Because he couldn't figure out a way to tell you he didn't want you to come back to him, so he was going to let you answer that question for yourself?

You didn't know what the hell his silence meant, but all you did know was you were tired, angry, hurt, and a little heart broken. You didn't know what else to say, so instead opted to say nothing. Quickly, you stormed past Aaron, shoulder knocking his hard as you ripped open his front door and slammed it behind you as you left.

If he didn't want you coming home to him, then there was no point staying. It took Aaron all of 30 seconds for his heart to start racing, the pit of his stomach churning in a sickly rhythm as guilt consumed his every being. Of course he wanted you to come home to him, you were all he wanted and all he'd ever need, it was the image you'd put in his brain that he didn't want following him. One where you and him weren't together. One where he went to bed and woke up alone. One where all the love he could possibly feel for another- for you, went to waste.

Aaron felt like an asshole for not having answered you. He knows now that you would've overthought his silence, and knew you'd be thinking Aaron was at home, wishing you two weren't together anymore. In your mind, you'd probably already broken up with him, and that was quite literally the last thing he wanted.

Aaron grabbed his car keys with every intention to hop in his car and drive by your house, and if you weren't in, he'd spend all night driving around the city until he found you. But when his phone dings with a notification of a new, urgent case, he hops in his car, knowing despite how you may be feeling, nothing could keep you away from an urgent case.

Aaron was first at the office, soon followed by Spencer, then Emily, then JJ, and then Dave and Derek who'd been out together being each others wingman.

"These serial killers couldn't even give us one night?" Emily groans, rubbing her eyes tiredly after having been awoken by a phone call with a deeply apologetic Penelope on the other end of the line.

"I had laid down literally 3 minutes before Pen called" JJ huffs, pushing her hair out of her face and behind her ears.

"Somebody better be getting tortured" Dave mumbled under his breath, Derek snorting behind him as everyone started making their way into the conference room. All seats but one where quickly occupied, and Derek was the first, after Aaron to notice your absence.

"Where's Y/n? She get your call?" Derek asked Penelope as she stood in front of the case TV.

"Yeah, I already started briefing her over the phone and sent her the files. She said she was going to stop off and get coffee for every one so to meet at the jet" It was the little things about you that everyone loved. How thoughtful and giving you were, even if it was just coffee. But the fact you knew this would be hard on everyone and personally stopped off to grab coffee to help them all out, made them love you just that little bit more.

The team was quickly briefed before immediately heading out to the jet. You and the team were desperately needed in Florida for a case where first born daughters in large families were being kidnapped in the middle of the night. No bodies, but a lot of evidence of a scuffle at all the crime scenes. So far 5 girls were missing and the last two happened within a night of each other.

When the team got to the jet you were already inside, a paper travel coffee cup with each persons name at their respected seats they tended to stick to. You had placed Aaron's cup at the seat against the back wall window, and despite the fact you usually sat next to him, you were sitting on the couch to be as far away from him as you could. Reid's cup was in your place and Aaron instantly noticed the moment he stepped onto the jet.

You were thanked as everyone took sips from their hot coffees and sat down, Aaron reluctantly sitting down despite the fact his eyes were trained on you not looking at him. He wanted you beside him, but he knew it'd take a lot more than an apology. Besides, the last place he wanted to beg for your forgiveness was in front of the team.

He'd do it... but he didn't want to. So instead he decided to give you space, saving a chat for the first chance you two get to be alone. Quickly everyone started talking about the case, ideas bouncing off each other one after another for the whole duration of the couple hour flight.

When you all landed you got off with Derek, refusing to spare Aaron even a glance. You were ignoring him and that was the way it stayed the whole time the team were in Florida.

There were numerous times Aaron tried to pull you aside to talk but you'd quickly come up with an excuse, or you'd brush him off, pretend you couldn't hear him and go and talk to someone else. It was clear to everyone there was trouble in paradise, but they wanted not input in it so they let you two do your thing all the while working the case.

You even refused to share a motel room with him. When you'd gotten to the motel on the first day Aaron had gone to grab your bag to take it up to the room he assumed you'd be sharing, but before he could you snatched it off the ground, grabbing Emily and JJ's hands before dragging them up to the room you'd stolen a key from Derek to.

Aaron didn't know what to do and spent all night on his back thinking about you. The few hours he did get of sleep were restless and filled of nightmares of realities where you didn't come home to him. Nightmares, not dreams.

You had all made some serious ground breaking damage on the case over the last few days and knew who the unsub was. You'd all put vests on before hopping in the SUV's and driving to the unsubs house.

You knew you shouldn't have been there, getting ready to step out into the field. Since you'd hit your head hard on the last case you have been having intense, painful headaches that sometimes made it hard to see, hear or breathe. Your head has sat heavy on your shoulders and the only relief you get from the almost constant pain is the few hours of sleep you've been getting, other then that it is 24/7 and only getting worse.

Every time you almost regretted not taking this case off and just going to the hospital like the paramedic had told you, you think about the young girls taken from their homes and how much input and time you'd spent trying to find them. Sure, your team was more than capable of working this without you, but you liked to think your presence genuinely made a difference.

So when Derek pulled the SUV up beside the unsub's house, you pushed the thought of your headache aside and jumped out with everyone else, even if too much movement made you feel like you were about to collapse.

Derek pointed you and Aaron around the house, telling you both to go out back and clear the space. Despite still wanting to be nowhere near Aaron, you did what Derek told you to, for the sake of the case and the lives of the girls.

You two snuck around out back before you placed your hand on the back door knob, about to open the door when Aaron stopped you with a hand on your waist, pulling your attention to him.

"Y/n maybe I-" You cut him off, not knowing what he was about to say and not caring. Now was not the time.

"Save it, Aaron" You threw his words back in his face from when you'd taken the unsub down all by yourself. His shoulders sagged as he slowly nodded his head, looking back to the door waiting for you to open it and take charge. You heard the front door slam open and followed in suit, you and Aaron storming into the house and splitting apart.

"FBI-" You'd barely managed to yell before your body was slammed against the tiled wall of the bathroom you'd walked into. Your head met the tiles, vision going blurry as you crashed down to your knees right in front of the unsub. It had felt like your brain exploded inside your head, sending a shock wave of goose bumps and shivers over your body as you struggled to get back to your feet.

You didn't need to worry about protecting yourself though, because right before the unsub could come for you again three gun shots rang through the air. The unsub froze before collapsing in front of you, revealing Aaron lowering his weapon in the bathroom doorway.

"Y/n?" Left Aaron's mouth airily, panic washing over his face as he stepped inside the room and around the dead unsub before kneeling down in front of you. Your eyes were shut tightly, chest heaving as you tried to gulp up as much air as possible. Aaron brought his hands up to your jaw, lifting your head so he could see your face- your pained face. Aaron lightly moved his hands to cover your ears for a moment.

"I need a medic" Aaron yelled, but with his face turned away from you so it didn't echo right into your ears and put you in more pain than you were already in. Aaron looked back at you, tucking your hair behind your ears before lightly massaging your neck with his hands, trying to put your focus on something else.

"Where does it hurt, honey?" He asked quietly as you turned your face, dropping it into the palm of his hand. A pained whimper left your mouth as you leant into him, unable to support yourself.

"Everywhere. God, everything hurts" You groaned, head falling forward and against Aaron's chest as you fought for air. Your head was pounding from your second concussion of the week, and you struggled to talk and breathe, having been winded by the unsub body slamming you against the bathroom walls.

"Please step away, Agent" A paramedic calmly asked Aaron who let go of you reluctantly, pushing himself back up to his feet. He stood frowning, hands clenching and unclenching as he watched the medic talk to and guide you through a few exercises.

You were hurt and Aaron felt like it was all his fault. He felt sick looking at your face scrunched up in pain. He grimaced at the whines and sharp intakes when the medic touched somewhere too sensitive. He took a step back when the medic asked if you'd gotten a concussion recently.

"Yes" You huffed, Aaron's lips parting as his eyes darted between your face and your shaking hands. Aaron felt like he was going to vomit.

He absolutely hated himself for the way he acted just less than a week ago, and the argument you'd had. He should've been proud that you, his tough girl, took down an unsub all on your own, but now all he was thinking about was how hypocritical he'd been and the fact his anger had blinded him from seeing you weren't okay, and that you'd really been hurt.

You had been hurt and he didn't take care of you. He didn't deserve you, was the conclusion he'd come to and he didn't know what to do about it- fight for you and prove he can be someone who deserves you, or let you go and find someone a thousand times better than him.

"She's got to go to the hospital. She's got a concussion and a possible broken rib" The medic had turned back to Aaron who released a heavy deep breath despite the fact his heart was hammering so fast it threatened to burst out of his chest. Aaron wanted to step forward and reach out for you. He didn't care who was around, he was ready to drop to his knees for you, but a few medics walked into the room and helped you out of the unsubs house and into an ambulance.

The team barely talked to Aaron as they got into the SUV's and followed the ambulance to the hospital, not because they thought it was his fault that you'd been hurt, but because they could see he was blaming himself. So they decided to give him some space in hopes he'd come to his senses and realise it wasn't his fault.

The whole team sat in the waiting room of the hospital, everyone except for Aaron dozing off after the first couple hours without an update of your condition. The second a doctor emerged and looked in the teams direction Aaron was on his feet and walking over. He remained extra quiet not wanting to wake the team after an exhausting case but mainly because if you were alright for visitors he wanted to see you- alone.

"How is she?" Was the first thing Aaron asked making the doctor smile as she nodded back at the room you were in.

"She's alright. You're Aaron I presume?" He nodded, frowning slightly as he wondered how the doctor knew his name. She read the look of confusion on his face and offered him a smile as she stepped away from the door.

"She's been asking for you for about an hour" Aaron's heart swelled, chest heavy as he thanked the doctor and walked over to the door of your hospital room. He opened the door, stepping inside before shutting it quietly behind himself. He turned around and the second his eyes met yours he was at your side.

No words were spoken as he leant down, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, hand holding your head against his chest as he deeply breathed you in. You raised your hand, gripping onto his arm and closing your eyes, basking in the warmth and comfort of his chest.

"How is it that you're the one who's hurt yet all you can do is ask about me?" Aaron mumbled into your hair, finally able to relieve the weight in his chest and breathe now that he has seen you're alright with his own eyes. You chuckled into his chest before wincing, hand dropping from his arm and immediately pressing against your broken rib.

Aaron leant back at the sound of your wince, taking your face in his hands and pushing your hair back out of your eyes. You smiled up at him the whole time, your argument not even in the back of your mind as you thought about how happy you were to see him.

"Doctor ratted me out, huh?" You asked quietly, Aaron's lips twitching up in a tiny smile as he glanced over your face, making sure you were okay.

"Yeah, she did" He replied before sighing and letting his head fall against your shoulder. You both enjoyed each others company in a moment of silence, though you could hear Aaron's brain ticking.

"I'm okay" You whispered, raising your hand to his head and running it through his thick hair.

"I know, you're my tough girl. I just worry" Aaron responded, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before pulling back, his dark eyes meeting yours.

"I'm so sorry, honey. For everything. I had no right to get mad at you the other day, and I know that. It's just...you and Jack are all I've got and the thought alone of losing either one of you-"

"It's okay, Aaron" You cut him off, cupping his face in your hands as his eyes bounced back and forth between yours.

"No, it's not though. I was an asshole, the way I treated you, the way I spoke to you. You deserve so much better than that and I promise I'll do everything in my power to be the person that deserves you" You hated seeing Aaron beat himself up over your argument. You felt petty and childish for having turned your back on him all week. All you wanted was to put it past you.

"You don't need to do anything else. You're already there. I know it's scary, me being in the field, but it's also scary for me every time you're out too. No matter what, I trust you'll come back to me. Now it's your turn to trust I'll come home to you...if you want me to" Aaron couldn't fight the laugh of disbelief that bubbled out of his throat as he stared at you like you had two heads. Wasting no time, he took your face in his hands and brought his mouth down against yours hard.

"I would scour every inch of the globe for you, if one night you didn't come home to me. I love you so much, Y/n" Aaron always knew exactly what to say to make you putty in his hands. You kissed him back just as hard, and just as desperately, ignoring the pain from your broken rib.

"I love you too, Aaron."

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Description: You had a crappy morning and are clearly struggling to stay awake. Aaron offers the two seater couch in his office to you.

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You absolutely hated wearing your glasses. You despised them to no end, and in a perfect world they'd never of been created. You hated wearing them. The way they dug into the bridge of your nose. The fact they'd slip every 30 or so seconds so you'd have to readjust them. How if you pushed them up, the second you'd try to take them off they'd tangle in your hair and create a small knot you couldn't detangle until later that night. The way that the lens was so powerful that whilst it gave you perfect vision, it also elicited a powerful headache.

You loved how they looked, but far out did you hate how they felt.

Today wasn't a good day for you, in fact you couldn't even remember your last good day, but today trumped all your other bad ones. You'd woken up to the night-time construction work happening on your street at 3 in the morning. When you finally managed to get back to sleep an hour and a half later, it turns out some of the tradesmen out front had accidentally hit a water pipe and it blew up out of the ground and into the air. So not only were you now awake at 4:30 am, but you were also getting drenched as everyone in your building was evacuated out, instead of staying inside, away from the burst.

Everything had been cleared rather quickly and soon enough everyone was filing back into the building at 5 in the morning. You had an hour and a half until you had to get up and get ready for work, but this mornings events left you wide awake and unable to sleep despite how desperately you craved it.

So you decided to have an actual shower. You got undressed, took all your jewellery off, stepped under the shower head, pulled the tap and...no water came out. You spent five minutes trying everything in your power to get it working when the memories of this morning hit you and you realised the construction workers had hit the main water source.

You were frustrated, tired, naked and on the verge of tears not because you were actually upset, but because you were so overwhelmed. You had been so tired the night before and were so excited to sleep the night away, but the day had other plans for you and now you felt partially blind, struggling not to fall asleep standing up every time you blinked and your eyes lingered closed for a couple seconds longer than usual.

It was too late to get anymore sleep in before work, so wanting to at least fix one issue you walked back into your room, threw on a nightie and grabbed your contact lens case from your bed side. Walking back into your bathroom you opened the little container, your hand beside it on the sink as you bent to grab the saline solution from the cabinet, but as you went to stand back up your hand slipped and a second later you heard a plop sound come from the toilet.

You stood, frozen in time and just shut your eyes. Breathing in and out slowly you imagined all the things that could've possibly fallen in the toilet. You could just buy a new toothbrush if that's what fell in. A new roll of floss was only a couple bucks. You thought of everything that wasn't exactly what you knew it was, purely just cause you couldn't have a worse morning.

But then you opened your eyes, found your open eye contact container floating upside down in the toilet and stormed back into your room to scream into your pillow that held mascara stains.

That was how you found yourself walking into the Quantico building, with the old black framed glasses you'd stopped wearing a year or so ago perched on the bridge of your nose.

"Hey gorgeo- Whoa" Derek's hands flew straight up in the air in defence, cutting himself off mid greeting as your exhausted eyes snapped to him. You didn't look scary whoa, or ugly whoa, you looked 'I haven't slept in years and my slightly red eyes are begging you to knock me out so I can sleep for an eternity' whoa.

"Morning" You grumbled, unable to even offer Derek a grateful smile as he slowly passes you the same coffee he brings in for you every morning. You two stop at the elevator, your tired eyes staring at the metal doors, and Derek's watching and worrying about you as you slightly sway back and forth.

"You look rough. Bad night?" Rough? Bad night? You felt like hell and that was underexaggerating it.

"Stupid construction woke me up, hit a main water pipe, evacuated my apartment building, left me showerless and then stupid me knocked my contact lenses into the toilet" Derek sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, reaching out and rubbing your back for you, trying to relieve some tension. You arched away from him, and caught his frown in the elevator door, offended you flinched away from his touch.

"If you keep rubbing my back I'll fall asleep on the spot" You mumbled, barely having the energy to even speak.

"You're not going to be productive if you're fighting to keep yourself from falling asleep all day. Just go home" Derek hoped he didn't sound rude and dismissive, and thankfully relief flooded his body as you looked up and offered him a lazy smile.

"I love how concerned you are about me, but I can't go home."

"Why not?" Derek asked, frowning. It was either just go home now or get up to the sixth floor, struggle and then have Hotch tell you to take the rest of the day off, neither of which you wanted. You loved your job, you wanted to be there more than anything, but...maybe a power nap isn't such a bad idea.

"Cause then I'll be letting the team down" Derek laughed, the elevator doors opening as he slung his arm over your shoulders and practically dragged you out.

"No you won't. You look like hell, every one will understand" You squinted your eyes up at Derek as you glared at him.

"So much for calling me gorgeous" You grumbled, Derek pushing on the bullpen door and shoving you in first before following after. He used his arm around your neck to pull your head toward him, before planting a kiss to your cheek.

"Y/n, you're absolutely breath taking, but you also look like hell" You huffed, glaring at Derek before pulling his arm off of you and taking a seat at your desk. You had barely been sitting for 5 seconds before Emily stopped in front of your desk.

"I haven't seen those frames in ages. What's it been, a year?" She asked, her loud voice gaining Spencer and JJ's attention, the latter standing to join Emily at your desk.

"I hate 'em" You grumbled, glancing up at the two girls before looking back down at your desk. Emily and JJ frowned, glancing at each other, wondering what was wrong, but all questions were answered as Derek swung around in his desk chair grinning.

"She flushed her contacts down the toilet" You sucked in a deep breath, side eyeing the direction Derek's voice came from before unpacking your bag, pulling case file after case file out, and neatly stacking them on your desk.

"Usually the nerdy teen in a high school rom com takes off her glasses and puts contacts in, but here you are, choosing not to conform. Good for you" Emily teased as you looked up at her, ignoring JJ and Derek's snickers.

"I love you Em, but I'm moody and running on about 2 and a half hours of sleep" Her mouth formed an 'o' shape as she held her hands up in defence and backed away slowly.

"Drift, caught" She said before turning and heading back to her desk. You sighed to yourself, turning back to face your desk properly. You noticed in the corner of your eye Spencer leaning forward in his seat.

"Are you alright, y/n?" You looked up and toward Spencer, offering him a tiny, appreciative smile as you slowly nodded your head.

"I'm alright, thank you Spence. Just a lot of night time construction going on lately. It's keeping me up" Spencer nodded his head once before sitting back in his seat and looking down at the case file open in front of him. Slowly, you sunk back into work, despite the overwhelming exhaustion consuming you. Spencer's silence lasted seconds.

"I know I live a little further out of the city-" Spencer began, sitting forward again and easily gaining your attention, "but if it gets really bad you can always stay on my fold out couch."

You couldn't fight the smile on your face as you stared at the genuinely caring and compassionate kid in front of you. Spencer had always felt like a baby brother to you, but he had the protectiveness of an older brother.

"I might just have to take you up on that offer" Spencer smiles before getting back to work and losing himself in his own mind instantly. You look away from him before half swinging around in your chair and looking in Derek's direction. Derek feels your eyes on him and looks up, frowning as you point at Spencer, mouthing 'real friend'. He rolls his eyes, a playful smile on his face as he shakes his head and gets back to work.

For at least 3 hours you manage to keep yourself awake. Cup of coffee after cup of coffee, after energy drink, after standing in front of the freezer in the kitchen, make you think you've finally got used to being awake. But then people start leaving at around 11:30, starting lunch breaks and you start getting tired again purely at the thought of eating and doing nothing.

Hotch glances out his window, looking into the bullpen when his eyes catch you frowning at your desk. From where he is it looks like you're stuck on whatever you're working on, when in reality you'd blinked but were yet to open your eyes. Noticing most of the others aren't in the bullpen to help, he stands up and makes his way out of his office.

"Y/n?" He calls from the top of the stairs, his usual frown deepening as you don't answer. He notices you don't have headphones on and wonders if maybe you're just lost in your head, too focused to even hear him. But then he walks down the steps, getting closer, and notices the slow rise and fall of your chest.

Hotch had heard about your morning, after all, it was hard to not hear the booming voices of your team as they all spoke too loud for such an early hour in the morning. So when he stepped even closer, and noticed the faint exhale every time your chest fell, he wasn't surprised to realise you were asleep.

Despite the fact you were at work where you were supposed to be busy 24/7, Hotch wanted you to sleep. He had every intention to slowly back away and return back to his office, but you looked so uncomfortable. Your head was almost completely tilted down, chin on your chest as your shoulders hunched over. You would be beyond sore when you woke up, and Hotch didn't want that for you either. So slowly he stepped closer before crouching down in front of you.

"Y/n?" He spoke softly, placing one large hand on your knee, and the other on the chairs arm rest. You stirred but didn't wake up, instead letting out a heavy exhale as you further sunk into the seat. Hotch patted your knee with a little bit more force, using his hand on the arm rest to lightly shake the spinning seat.

Slowly, you opened your eyes, the same frown you'd worn all day glued to your face as you looked up before back down, your eyes widening when you realised who was crouched down at your knees. You immediately sat up straighter, and a little more awake as you cleared your throat, immediately starting to apologise.

"Oh god, Hotch. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" He quickly cut off your rambling with one single amused raised eyebrow. You sputtered on your words, tilting your head slightly in confusion as you stared at the slight smile playing on his lips.

"You're going to give yourself a hunch back if you continue to sleep sitting up" Your hardened expression slowly softened, a light laugh passing by your lips as you raised your hands to rub your eyes.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was doing so good" You scolded yourself, disappointed you'd fallen asleep and your boss was the one to find you, out of everyone.

"For someone running on two and a half hours of sleep, you've done good" You sighed, keeping your hands to your eyes to block out the light.

"You heard about that?" You ask, spreading your index and middle fingers apart to peak out at Hotch. He nodded, his smile still small and soft as he stared up from you, not having yet moved from below you.

"Voices travel" Hotch replied.

"Sorry" You mumbled apologetically, eyes following Hotch as he used your knee to push himself up, going back to his naturally towering height.

"Make it up to me by moving to the couch in my office?" He asked, using his foot to spin you and your chair out from under your desk. You snorted, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms over your chest.

"Sounds more like a win for me" You stated, Aaron shrugging as he stuffed his hands in his pant pockets, his gaze unwavering, locked on you.

"You get to sleep, I get my smart, refreshed agent back. It's a win win" You absolutely loved the sound of a nice couch nap, and in Hotch's office of all places.

"Really?" You asked, Hotch slowly blinking before nodding and offering you a smile.

"Mhmm" With a dramatic huff, you stood like you were being forced to do what he said, when really you could kiss him for the suggestion.

"Well... only cause you won't shut up. I've never met a man that begs so much" You pushed your chair in, following Hotch up to his office.

"I don't know if that's what I'd call begging-"

"It is" You quickly cut him off, your grin widening as he glanced back at you over his shoulder, with his smile still present. You stepped inside his office, immediately making a b-line for the couch under the window that lead outside.

"You can close the blind if you want" Hotch pointed at the open blind behind you as he closed the door to his office, grabbing a coat off the back before making his way toward you.

"It's not going to make it harder to see for you?" You asked, wanting to make sure he was 100% okay with it. He snorted, stopping in front of you and holding the coat out, waiting for you to take it.

"I think I'll live, y/n" You took the coat with an appreciative smile, watching him turn around and walk behind his desk, before you closed the blind. You put your arms through the coats sleeves, the back of it against your chest like a blanket. You went to lay down but quickly looked to Hotch.

"You're sure this is fine with-"

"Yes....the company is nice" Hotch replied softly, now sat behind his desk, flicking through a case file. The corners of your mouth slowly spread into a genuine smile.

"Even mine?" You asked, watching Hotch as he looked up and away from his work, his eyes latching onto yours.

"Especially yours" You bit back a tired grin, turning away from Hotch to hide the blush quickly rising to your cheeks. You laid down, bringing your knees to your chest as you snuggled into the large coat Hotch had grabbed off the back of his door for you. You felt your eyes grow heavy, but just before you let sleep overcome you, Hotch spoke again.

"Just don't snore" You laughed, shaking your head lightly.

"No promises."

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diagnosedpsychosis · 10 months

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I want you

Description: Aaron goes undercover and gets touchy with the unsub and you start overthinking.

Word Count: 3.4k

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You were beyond embarrassed, you were mortified as you watched Aaron's hands latch onto the waist of the blonde at the bar. Your face burned, heart racing a thousand miles an hour as you tried to calm your breathing.

You felt so stupid, so fucking stupid that you wanted to leave mid-case. You wanted to stand up from the seat you were in across from Derek, walk out the club, get the next taxi to the airport and go home. Then when you got home, you wanted to lock yourself inside your home, get in bed, and never leave.

Just two nights ago, Aaron had asked you if you wanted to get a drink with him, and stupid you thought it was his way of asking you out, so of course you said yes. You talked, laughed, and tried to ignore the way his eyes would glance between yours and the bar every now and again.

It was now that you realised Aaron hadn't asked you out on a date, he had his suspicions about a woman working in the bar, and invited you out so that you'd be seen together and catch her interest. He never wanted you there for himself, it was so that he could go undercover as a man unfaithful to his partner tonight, in hopes of catching her.

And he did, he had her in the literal palm of his hand.

"He should've gone into theatre. Look at that smirk" Derek chuckled across from you, bringing his drink up to his lips as he also watched the way Aaron touched the unsub and the way it almost looked like he enjoyed her touching him.

You plastered a smile on your face, despite the fact you were struggling to breathe, your chest so heavy you struggled to sit up straight and not slouch. What you didn't realise was how well Derek knew you, and how much attention he actually paid you. He knew about your years long crush, and he could tell, by the wavering smile on your face right now, just how upset you actually were.

Aaron didn't mean to trick you, in fact he likes you so much it also felt like a date to him. It wasn't real, but it didn't mean he didn't want it to be. Every time you looked, smiled or laughed his way, he had to talk himself out of practically getting down on his knees before you and begging you to go out with him. You were younger than him, not by much, but the fact he felt like you still had so many years left to experiment and be the beautiful, young single woman you were, stopped him from asking you for anything, and everything he wanted.

You didn't want to date around though, and if he'd been along to any of the lunch and dinner dates you and the girls had, he'd know you were ready to just settle down and relax. You wanted him, and he wanted you, but you were both too blind to see how badly you craved each other.

The unsub perched herself on Aaron's thigh and leant forward, and with a sharp inhale you looked away, knowing you wouldn't be able to stomach watching them kiss. Because you'd looked away, you missed the way Aaron's eyes briefly flicked over to you whilst the unsub had her eyes closed, before she pressed her lips flush against his.

Derek subtly glanced at you, taking in your frown as you stared off in the other direction. You were watching the exit, wanting Aaron to hurry up and get his part over with so you could go home.

"Earth to beauty" You snapped out of your thoughts as Derek leant across the table and squeezed your hand, getting your attention.

"They're on the move" You frowned, glancing over to where Aaron and the unsub had been, finding their spot empty before catching the woman's blonde head of hair leading Aaron towards the more hidden, back exit. In unison, you and Derek, as well as Spencer and Emily who'd been seated at another table got up and headed for the back door. You were the last to walk out the door, and immediately stopped, lowering your gun by your side as you found the unsub pinned face front into the brick wall, Aaron hand cuffing her whilst sporting a bloody looking split lip.

The little alleyway the back door lead to quickly filled with red and blue lights as police surrounded the area, the unsub being taken into custody rather quickly. JJ and Rossi stepped out of one of the bureau suburban's and joined the rest of you. You stood slightly to the side of the group, hands in your jean pockets as you stared down the alleyway watching the occasional car drive past.

"Hey" You stiffened, turning and looking up at Aaron who'd made his way over to you. He was standing too close, close enough for you to see the smudged lip stick on his neck. Wrapping your arms around yourself you offered him the best fake smile you could muster up which turned into a tight lipped smile.

You didn't know what to say. You felt like you had a million thoughts running wild in your mind, but you couldn't pin point and understand a single one of them. So you stood and waited for Aaron to say something. He didn't know why but he felt obligated to apologise to you and make up for kissing the unsub. He didn't like it, and it didn't last long, but he felt the need to explain himself to you, even if you were at the moment just work colleagues and friends.

He felt like you needed to know.

"I-" He was quickly cut off by the chief walking by. He stopped beside you and held out his hand to Aaron.

"I just wanted to thank you and your team for everything you've done for this city. She'd still be running around if it wasn't for you guys" Chief Lang smiled, shaking Aaron's hand before turning to you.

"Don't hesitate to call us if things go south again" Aaron told him, watching as you both shook hands.

"Trust me, I won't" Lang laughed, nodding at you and Aaron before turning and heading back towards his car. Your eyes met Aaron's, and not wanting to talk to him or feel the tension right now you quickly turned back around and called out to the Chief.

"Hey Lang, are you heading back to the station?"

"Yeah, why? You want a lift?" He asked opening the drivers door and looking back toward you.

"If that's alright?" You smiled. He scoffed.

"Of course, come on" You glanced back at Aaron, eyes zoning in on his busted lip as he watched you back away, his usual frown deepening.

"You should get some ice from the bar" You told him before quickly turning and walking over to the Chief's car. Aaron silently watched you get in and the car drive away. And while Aaron watched you, Derek watched him, slightly shaking his head.

You quickly packed and grabbed your things before getting a officer to take you to the jet. Everyone else slowly made their way back to the station, and your absence was immediately noticed.

The officer that took you realised everyone was glancing around, trying to find you and quickly stood up to inform them.

"Agent Y/l/n is on the jet" Aaron frowned.

"Already?" He asked, the officer nodding again before laughing.

"She said Doctor Reid always gets the couch and wanted to beat him to it" The office replied.

"Dammit" Spencer muttered under his breath. Everyone was quick to gather their things and head to the jet. The first thing anyone noticed was a pile of hair sticking out from a blanket on the couch. Derek snorted, leaning down and kissing your head as he passed to put his bag in the back before taking one of the seats across from you. By the time the jet was in the air everyone had started to doze off except for two, you and Aaron.

He was too busy staring at you, and you were too busy pretending to be asleep so you didn't have to interact with him. He knew something was wrong with you and he hated that if he trusted his gut, it'd be about him. You hated knowing you really had no reason to be angry or upset at him. What he did was smart, taking you to the club a couple days ago, but it hurt your feelings none the less.

The jet landed, and you latched onto Derek, not wanting to be in the same car as Aaron, but definitely not wanting to accidentally get stuck seated next to him. You ended up in the same car, but Aaron sat front seat whilst you and Derek took the middle row.

The ride back to Quantico was silent, except for yours and Derek's occasional whispers and giggles, which seemed to irk Aaron more today than they ever have before. Usually, you went out of your way to talk to him, but today you went out of your way to avoid him and it seemed to him like you were letting Derek use up all his time with you, time that was Aaron's.

He knew there was and would never be anything between Derek and you, but as the former's mouth brushed your ear, Aaron found himself becoming more frustrated, wondering if 'never' was an appropriate word to use for you two.

You all got back to the bureau, falling into quiet chatter as you rode the elevator up to the sixth floor, too tired to be enthusiastic about finally being home. The elevator doors opened and there stood a smiling Penelope, holding a container of baked cookies. Penelope was a refreshing sight after a long, hard week and you all let her know with the tired smiles and relieved sighs.

Parting, everyone grabbed the things they needed from their desks or other resources, and started making their way out of the building. Usually you would stay back late and get a head start on case files, but knowing the only other person who'd stay back was Aaron, you quickly packed your things, not wanting to be on the same floor as him if others weren't around.

"Night everyone" You rushed, grabbing your keys and a book from your desk before already turning around, making your way out of the bullpen. You were the first out and everybody noticed, knowing it was so unlike you to be the first gone. Aaron hadn't even stepped up to his office yet. He stood at the bottom of the stairs, head turned over his shoulder, a heavy frown on his brow as he watched you race out.

The door closed behind you, and everybody waited until you were in the elevator to comment.

"Is y/n alright?" Spencer asked, his slightly worried gaze jumping between all of his friends, waiting for whoever knew what was up to say something.

"I'm sure she's just tired. This case was a long one" Emily tried to ease Spencer and it seemed to slightly do the trick. JJ nodded in agreement before both girls bid everyone a goodbye and left, meeting Penelope at the elevator.

Derek couldn't help but drag his gaze over to Aaron. It was Aaron's fault y/n was acting like a robot and he didn't even know it. Aaron's mind wasn't eased like Spencer's at the words of Emily, not even a tiny bit. And ever so slowly he turned his head in the direction of the burning gaze he felt in the side of his skull. His eyes met Derek's and both frowns deepened.

"Morgan" Was all Aaron needed to say to make Derek follow him up to his office. He closed the door and turned to Aaron who was standing behind his desk, looking over the things on his desk. He needed to get some work done tonight, but there was nothing he wanted to do more than follow in your footsteps and leave.

"What's wrong with her?" It was pretty obvious 'her' was you, the authoritative tone behind Aaron's question making him huff a breath of air out as he lightly shook his head.

"Take a wild guess" Aaron's frown deepened as he looked up at Derek through his eyebrows.

"I wouldn't have called you in here if I knew" He replied bluntly, looking back down, trying not to seem too desperate for an answer, but Derek's response immediately brought him away from work again.

"It's not really my place-"

"Derek, I can't help her if I don't know what's up" Aaron cut him off. Both men held each others eyes in a staring contest, but quickly Derek sighed, looking away.

"She's embarrassed and upset" Aaron's frown somehow hardened as he lightly shook his head, not understanding why.

"About what?"

"She realised you were using her to catch the unsub's attention. She actually thought you were interested" Aaron remained silent, his chest caving in on him as he thought about how you must be feeling. He knew your silence might have had something to do with the end of the case and the club, but he didn't know it was because you thought he was using you.

"I wasn't using her for the sake of the case" Aaron mumbled, staring off into the distance, thinking about how he was going to convince you otherwise.

"The unsub was working the same bar-"

"I had a hunch, but I invited her out for drinks for purely selfish reasons. It had nothing to do with the case" Aaron interrupted Derek, glancing over at him as he stood, trying to hide a smile. Derek felt like he was playing match maker with two people perfect for each other and it made him feel nothing but pure joy.

"She doesn't know that" Derek stated, matter of factly, Aaron lightly shaking his head.

"No, she doesn't" Aaron agreed softly, grabbing his go bag and his car keys from his desk before moving around and making his way for the exit.

"Close the door behind yourself" Aaron ordered Derek over his shoulder before leaving his office and heading down the steps and through the bullpen. Derek followed, stopping in Aaron's office doorway, a large grin on his face as he folded his arms over his chest.

"Where are you going?" He called out just as Aaron's hand met the glass doors that'd take him out to the elevator. He turned back, a tiny smirk on his face as he threw Derek's words back in his face.

"Take a wild guess."

No matter how hungry you were, nothing could make you eat when you were upset. You knew you had no reason to be upset, and frankly you felt ridiculous and childish for even being slightly annoyed, but you couldn't help it. You thought something was there between you and Aaron, but after tonight's events, it turns out you were wrong.

You were going to allow yourself this weekend to grieve a relationship that never even had a chance, and then on Monday you'd walk into work like nothing happened. You'd go back to normal.

You took out your braid, silently moaning to yourself at the loss of pressure. Your head had been killing all day, and now all you needed was someone to massage your head for you. You pulled your riding up singlet back down before walking out into the lounge of your apartment, halfway to the couch when a heavy knock at the door made you pause.

You just knew it'd be Derek. He'd been messaging you since pretty much the moment you left the bureau, asking if you needed any company for the night. You'd told him no, over and over again but clearly he didn't get the message. You huffed, walking over to your front door.

"Derek, why don't you eve- Oh" You froze, heart skipping a beat as you opened the front door to somebody who definitely wasn't Derek. Feeling all too exposed in a small singlet, pajama shorts and fluffy socks you folded your arms over your chest as you stared up at the soaked man, dripping at your front door. You hadn't even realised it started raining.

"Hotch, is everything alright?" You asked, hoping the heat you felt in your face wasn't showing. Aaron opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out as his gaze dropped down, away from your face and slowly dragged up and down your figure.

"Hotch, it's pouring out there. Shouldn't you be getting-"

"I wasn't using you" He quickly cut you off, your breathing turning heavy as you took a small step back. You flattened your hand out against your heart, frowning as you stared up at him.

"I- did Derek-" Aaron cut you off again, but with actions rather than words. He took a step forward, and you indistinctively took one back into your apartment. Holding eye contact, Aaron slowly stepped inside your apartment, before grabbing the door knob and shutting the two of you inside.

"I didn't ask you out for a drink because I knew the unsub would be at the bar and hoped she'd see us," He took another step toward you, but this time you didn't step back. "I asked you if you wanted to get a drink because I was jealous."

"Jealous? Of what?" It came out of your mouth a little loud, but you were confused. Literally nothing happened for Aaron to even need to feel slightly jealous about.

"Of the way you were laughing along with one of the officers at the station. I thought that by asking you out for a drink, you'd forget about him and remember that I'm right in front of you" Your heart raced a thousand miles an hour. He wanted you to think of him? He wanted you to remember he was there? He wanted you?

"I was never interested in Officer Johnson" You mumbled quietly, playing with your opal pendant on your necklace. Aaron took another slow step forward, eyes focused on your fingers as they toyed with the tiny stone.

"No?" He asked softly, his intense gaze making your hand pause on your chest.

"No" You whispered back, chest heaving at the intensity of the tension filling your apartment. Just moments ago you'd been frozen to the bone, about to turn your heater on and rug up in a blanket. But now... now you felt like you needed to open the windows despite the heavy downpour happening outside. You were boiling, and it was all Aaron's fault.

"That's good to hear" You dared not move as Aaron took his last step, stopping right in front of you. Aaron lifted his hand up to your chest, taking the opal pendant between his fingers, and you froze in place. He slowly dragged it up and down your necklace before looking up, his eyes finally meeting yours.

"Yeah?" You breathed out, aching for Aaron's touch. The eye contact and the absolute admiration in your eyes for him was like a flick of a switch. Aaron had held back from thinking about you for so long, and despite how hard he tried to remain professional you managed to worm your way inside his mind, and his heart without even realising it.

Aaron couldn't hold back any longer. He wasn't strong enough and it didn't faze him one little bit.

"Yeah" He sighed before threading his fingers through your hair and pulling your mouth flush against his. You sucked in a harsh breath through your nose, frozen from the shock of his desperation. But it only lasted a couple seconds before you sank into his hold, without a care in the world that his drenched suit would soak you with him.

If he was drenched, you wanted to be drenched with him.

You quickly became an addiction for Aaron. The way your body perfectly curved and fit against his as he wrapped his long arms around your body, needing you closer. The way your lips moved against his, just as desperately as his, letting you know you were just as crazy for him as he was for you.

The way his heart, while it still raced, slowed to a calmer rhythm. Without you, it hammered so hard he worried it'd fly out of his chest. But with you, it sat snug, knowing it didn't need to go out anywhere and seek you, as you were right there, in front of him, with him.

You were his at last.

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diagnosedpsychosis · 11 months

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Hidden Feelings

Description: The reader has a thing for her boss, but is too oblivious to see the feelings are reciprocated.

Word Count: 1.7k

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Like the cliché it was, everyone could feel and see the tension between you and Hotch, except for the two of you. The lingering stares, the inevitable smiles when the other looked away, you and Hotch were drawn to each other like a moth to a flame, a very blind, very oblivious moth.

It always managed to work out perfectly that the moment you looked away from Hotch, his eyes would subtly shift over to you and where you sat. From his office looking out at you in the bullpen, on the jet, even in the rear view of the suburban, Hotch loved looking at you.

He loved the way your full lips curved up and the lines beside your mouth as you smiled. He loved your eyes and how you subconsciously batted your eyelashes at him anytime he stood above you. He loved all your little mannerisms, and that he was usually able to read you as if he was in your mind listening to your thoughts, feeling your emotions.

He loved your little quirks and the fact you were the kind of person that'd actually 'touch wood' to protect yourself from bad luck. He loved the fact you'd always smile and wish a person you passed on the footpath a good day, before taking a big step so that between each square pavement you'd have taken exactly three steps, because two was too little and four were too many.

He loved the fact you always kept change in your purse, and that whenever you saw a gumball machine at the front of a store, you'd stop, pull out a coin, slot it in and turn it until one popped out the bottom. And then if the gumball was orange you'd hand it to him, leaving him no time to turn it down before you were getting another one. He liked the colour orange and he loved that you knew it.

He loved it when you noticed the number '64' in everyday life, because it was your favourite number, and you'd always point it out.

'Half of 64 is 32. Half of 32 is 16. Half of 16 is 8. Half of 8 is 4. And half of 4 is 2' You would always say. You loved even numbers, and whenever Spencer made the comment that half of 2 was 1, an odd number, Hotch loved watching you smack the back of his head. He also loved that not too long after he'd catch you apologising to Spencer for hitting him.

But what Hotch loved the most about you, was how late at night, when it was just the two of you alone in the office, you would always accidentally first name slip. He loved when you would accidentally call him Aaron, but he loved the way you'd stutter and apologise, face red and flushed in embarrassment, even more.

There wasn't a single thing, good or bad, about you that Hotch didn't absolutely adore about you. Sometimes you got too emotionally involved in a case which wasn't a particularly good thing, but it made you work extra hard, and it always made you the perfect person to talk to a victims family. You were insanely empathetic, and felt for another person like they were your twin.

Sometimes you'd let people walk all over you, but after a conversation with somebody like Hotch or Rossi, and even sometimes JJ about standing up for yourself and being true to what you feel and believe, you'd come back harder than ever. You'd grow a backbone 10 times stronger and Hotch genuinely adored watching you evolve.

Hotch loved you more than anything, that much was clear, but he didn't take it that way. He didn't think he could love somebody he wasn't actually involved with, but he certainly knew he's admired you to no end and that if you were to fall off a cliff, he'd jump off after you. He loved you.

You thought Hotch saw you, purely as another acquaintance, a subordinate he was on a team with, but you couldn't be more wrong. To be fair, you had a hard time at reading him more than you did anyone else. His face always remained passive. He didn't smile much, and whenever you did catch each others eye he would be quick to break eye contact. But when you did catch him looking at you longer than usual, it seemed more like he was looking through you, when in reality, he was daydreaming about you.

It was another late night at the office, and you'd been busting your butt on completing the case file from the murders you and the team just solved. You'd gotten to emotionally involved again. Nothing bad happened, in fact it made you find the unsub faster because your mind had been running a thousand miles an hour, but you knew you shouldn't have, because being so invested in a case doesn't always end the way it did this time.

Sometimes it helps, sometimes it jeopardises things.

Almost falling asleep, you stood up and headed towards the kitchen, needing a fix of coffee. Finish the case file and go, that way you could sleep in a little bit whilst everyone else completed it in the morning. But you were surprised to find out you hadn't actually been alone in the office all night. Sitting at one of the small tables in the kitchen was Hotch.

"If you'd rather migrate to the kitchen table I'll happily steal your office from you" Hotch knew you were in the office somewhere, but he hadn't expected you to come into the kitchen where he sat. He looked up from the case file he was working on, and immediately the sight of your smile warmed his chest. What he didn't know, was the sight of his smile in greeting did the exact same thing to you.

Pointing the tip of his pen up to the roof, he finally spoke. "The fluorescent lighting is keeping me awake."

"I think going home might work better" You stated, walking over to the coffee pot to make a fresh batch.

"You ever think about taking your own advice?" You glanced over your shoulder and grinned at Hotch, finding him still watching you, his pen on the table. He was giving you his full attention and whilst it made you nervous, you couldn't deny the way it warmed you.

"My logic behind it is if I finish the case file now, it means whilst everyone else is doing theirs tomorrow I can sleep in" Hotch snorted at your explanation.

"You certainly deserve one. You did good, really good" You turned back towards him, leaning your back against the bench. You placed your hands on either side of you, eyes locked with Hotch as you frowned slightly.

"Yeah?" Your voice was so soft and unsure, all Hotch wanted to do was protect you at all costs, all day every day forever. He slowly nodded his head, his smile warming your body and drowning out your worries.

"Yeah, y/n. You did" He replied, the soft gaze of his pulling a sigh from you. You had been doubting yourself and your judgement on the case since the second you felt your emotions expand. Getting reassurance, and from Hotch, meant everything.

"I know I got a bit emotionally involved-"

"And because you did we found the unsub, and Emma Harlan alive. You should be proud of yourself" You grinned.

"And the team" Hotch scoffed.

"Sweetheart, the team would be nothing without you. This isn't our victory, it's yours" Your cheeks flushed as you looked down at the ground, struggling to take the compliment and push aside the fact he'd just called you sweetheart. You wanted to heart it again and again until you got sick of it, but you don't think you ever would.

"Thank you, Sir" You mumbled softly, Hotch shaking his head ever so slowly, the expression on his face unreadable as he stared at you. You wished he felt what you felt every time you looked at him, little did you know he did, and more.

"Aaron...just Aaron" The kitchen went silent, the two of you unable to look away from the other. You could feel it, the tension, and you were sure he could feel it too. No two people, who are purely acquaintances look and breathe that way around each other.

"Thank you, Aaron."

"Are you vegetarian?" The question caught you off guard and confused you beyond belief. How did that have anything to do what what the two of you had been doing and talking about.

"Pardon?" You asked again, just making sure you hadn't heard him wrong.

"Are you vegetarian?" Slowly, you smiled and chuckled, shaking your head in a 'no'. You certainly were not a vegetarian, and you knew Aaron knew that, but you didn't know why he was asking so.

"No. Never."

"This kebab joint opened up just down the road from my place. I've been meaning to try it out, but I haven't really had the time, or any good company. Sometime, would you...maybe want to...." Aaron trailed off, hoping you caught his drift. You did. Your cheeks flushed which made Aaron's smile burn brighter. Was this the easiest way he thought to ask you out? Ask if you're a vegetarian, knowing your not, and using that as leeway into asking you out for food? It didn't matter how he did it, you just couldn't believe he was asking you out. It had been a dream come true for years now that he was finally doing it, it felt like a dream.

You quickly nodded your head, Aaron's shoulders sagging in relief as your smile stretched wider despite you biting down on your bottom lip. "Yeah, yes."

"Alright. Friday?" You nodded quickly again, filling your mug with coffee before backing away towards the door, needing to leave before you screamed and then collapsed in front of him.

"It's a date" You said, leaning against the door as Aaron smiled, slowly nodding his head as he repeated after you, in disbelief he had finally worked up the courage to ask you out after years of fawning over you.

"It's a date."

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Broken Promises

Description: Failed promise after failed promise, the reader finally thinks that this time Aaron will be able to keep his promise...

Word Count: 3.1k

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Unit Chief of the Behavioural Analysis Unit was an amazingly respected job, and you knew that better than anyone. You knew it meant your boyfriend Aaron would be away more than he was home, but he loved what he did and you loved seeing him get enjoyment out of it.

But as much as you tried to remain loving and understanding, his job also took its toll on you. If he wasn't home it was quiet and you were alone. Here and there you would help take care of his son, Jack, but Jessica, his aunty loved the kid so much because he reminded her of her departed sister that she was almost a full time carer for the boy.

Even though you were alone without Aaron, somehow you felt even more lonely when he was present. If he wasn't physically exhausted from a case, he was mentally exhausted, which meant days of walking on egg shells around him until he started acting like himself again. And then he'd be pulled back into work and flown half way across the country.

You had been together for years, but you'd only just started feeling the negative affects of his job in the last 6 months. Aaron knew something was up, you knew he knew. You also knew he was trying to fix things in his own way. Bring home flowers, leaves cases out of the house, wake you up with breakfast in bed.

Even when things got heated and passionate, Aaron would whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he thrusted into you. 'You are beautiful', 'I love you so much', 'I'd be nothing without you.' And in the moment it felt enough, like everything you ever wanted and needed, but it wasn't, because despite how much he claimed to love you you knew he loved his job more.

You knew that the second his phone rung he'd leave your side and wouldn't return for a week.

Today was different though, you told yourself over and over again, unable to fight the grin on your face as your style your hair for the fancy dinner out Aaron had promised. He'd made this same promise a number of times, and every single one of them fell through the roof because of a case, but this time felt different.

This time you were sure he was going to keep his promise. You didn't doubt him one bit, so when your phone started ringing and his name flashed you grinned with delight before answering the phone and putting it on speaker.

"Hey Handsome" You heard a hum on the other end of the line that made your heart swell. Hearing him after 5 days, even if it was just a hum made everything better.

"Hi Sweetheart" He sounded tired, understandably after a long case, but ignored it, knowing he hated when you sympathised with him in moments like these.

"So, I know you said you'd be here at 8, but I kind of got excited and got ready early and now I've got time if there's anything you need done-"

"Sweetheart, I'm not going to make it" You shut up, your smile frozen on your face as you wondered whether he'd actually spoken or if you'd thought it yourself. Your heart falls into your stomach as you stared at your reflection. You wanted to look nice for him, so you'd gotten yourself extra dolled up, but now... now he wasn't coming?

He'd broken his promise, again?

"What?" You asked, hoping it really was all just in your head.

"I know I promised I'd be home, but something has come up in Texas-" The rest of his words became background noise as you zoned out and in on your face in the mirror in front of you. The second unshed tears threatened your water line you closed your eyes. Exhausted. That's the best way to describe how you felt right now. You weren't upset, or angry, this was his job and you knew that the day you two went on your first day.

You were just exhausted. Tired of getting excited over and over again only to be let down every single time. You didn't blame Aaron, not one bit, but this whole situation, the way you've been living for the last 2 years, you were so tired of it... you couldn't do it anymore.

"It's fine, Aaron" You sighed, opening your eyes again and looking at yourself. A nice dress, hair and makeup done, you even did your nails because you know Aaron likes your red nail polish. All of it for nothing.

"I'm so sorry, honey" Aaron felt sick, like he was going to throw up. Guilt consumed him at having to cancel on you again, despite promising this time he'd finally be there for you. He loved you, with absolutely everything he had, and in a few years time he'd, with ease, drop everything for you. But he couldn't now. He wasn't ready to quit the FBI.

"It's fine, Aaron. It's always fine" Your reassurance is like a bullet to his heart. You were always so understanding, and Aaron knew he didn't deserve you, but he was just too selfish to let you go. What hurt more though, was hearing your voice crack. It was so faint, Aaron wondered if you'd even noticed.

"Y/n-" You didn't want to hear another apology come from his mouth, because he could apologise again and again and again, but it didn't make it any better. It only made saying 'it's fine' that much easier when it happened the next time.

"I'm tired, so I'm going to head to bed now" You weren't going to bed, but despite how much you loved Aaron, his voice was the last one you wanted to hear tonight. You were embarrassed, having been so excited for another failed plan. You cringed at your dolled up reflection, hating that the way you looked represented another disappointment.

"Y/n, please-" Aaron was desperate to talk even though he didn't know what else to say other than sorry, but you were desperate to hang up.

"Stay safe, alright?" Aaron was annoyed about the fact that he'd upset you and there you were still making sure he was safe and okay. You were putting him first despite the fact he had put you second again.

"I will. I love you" He said and closed his eyes waiting to hear you say it back. Instead he was met with radio silence. You hesitated to reply, not because you doubted how much you loved him, but because you doubted how much he loved you.

"You too. See ya" Before Aaron had even processed the fact you hadn't said it back, you hung up and practically threw your phone across your room. You hated feeling like this. You wanted to cry, but you felt like if you did you were being overdramatic. You thought it was unfair to Aaron if you reacted the way you wanted to, whereas he felt it was unfair to you.

The team needed Penelope with them, so they'd stopped off back in Virginia to pick her up. This is where Aaron stood, just outside the jet, phone in his hand down by his side as he stared out at the runway.

You didn't say 'I love you too' and that was all he could think about. No matter how many times he'd cancelled on you and called to disappoint you, you always hung up with an 'I love you', but not today. That was all Aaron needed to know that today was different, and he had royally fucked up with you.

There was nothing more he wanted to do than turn around and walk home to you, but his team needed him. One word from them and he'd leave for yours in a heartbeat. He needed to fix this. He needed to make sure you were okay. He needed you.

Aaron stepped back onboard and it was almost as if the air had changed in the jet. Every single member of the team knew something was up the second he hopped back onto the jet. His posture was the same, his usual blank frown, from the outside he looked like he did everyday, but they'd all been on the team long enough to know Aaron's tell- the way he opens and closes his hand into a tight fist by his side.

It was something he did when he felt overwhelmed. Not knowing how to react, or how to busy himself, he clenched and unclenched his hand over and over again, not even noticing it himself. And right now as he sat down across from Rossi and Derek, he clenched his hand tighter than usual, something they both immediately noticed.

"Everything alright?" Rossi asked, placing the case file back on the small table and putting all his attention on Aaron. Even Derek subtly paused the music flowing through his headphones, and lifted his eyes.

"No, I don't think so" Aaron sighed, running a hand down his face tiredly as he glanced out the jet window, seeing the headlights of the SUV Penelope was coming in from afar.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"It's Y/n" Whether or not Aaron usually spoke much about his and your relationship, the team knew that if something was wrong with you and it was putting a dampener on his mood, then it was serious. Serious enough that Aaron had closed the new Texas case file and slid it away from himself.

Rossi immediately understood. He's known of a couple of the times Aaron has had to cancel on you, and how you had reacted to each of them. "I'm sure everything is fine, Aaron. Y/n is a very understanding woman."

"That's the problem. 'It's fine. It's always fine' is what she said" Derek decided he'd add his little bit, still not understanding the issue quite the way Rossi did.

"I don't understand. You've got yourself a beautiful woman who not only understands your workload, but respects it too" What Derek said only made Aaron feel worse.

"Yeah but she's upset. She doesn't say it, but I can here it in her voice. I promised I'd finally take her out for dinner tonight after having to cancel on her time and time again" Aaron, despite how calm he may have sounded, was getting worked up.

"Aaron-"

"She was so excited, and finally, when she thinks I'm calling to tell her I'm on my way, it's actually me calling to disappoint her again. She doesn't deserve it" The way Aaron drifted off at the end made both Derek and Rossi frown. It almost sounded like he was coming up with a solution for your disappointment in his head.

"So what, you're going to break up with her?" Rossi asked, but Aaron was quick to shake his head, his gaze drifting back out the jet window as he sighed.

"I love her too much to lose her" Aaron mumbled, absentmindedly playing with your hair tie he keeps on his wrist at all times, just in case.

"So, keep your promise" The words. The few words Aaron needed to hear to make him run to you, but you didn't want him to run to you.

In fact, you were glad Aaron wasn't with you, otherwise he would've heard your sobs and seen your streaking mascara. Half an hour it took you to actually force yourself up and out of the seat at your vanity. You had wiped off most of your makeup, although getting some of the mascara and eyeliner off was harder so there was a very faint black smudge around your eyes. You'd ran your hands through your hair so many times that the curls had been pulled apart leaving your hair a little frizzier than before.

All you had to do now was take off your shoes and dress. You unbuckled both black heels but before you could slip out of the dress there was a knock at the door. Not having the energy to put up with whoever was on the other side of the door you ignored it, hoping they'd get the memo or that they'd think nobody was home and leave. 15 seconds later though and there was another knock. You left it again, but when the person knocked for a third time you huffed and stormed over to the door.

"Yes?" You grunted swinging open the door and freezing as your eyes met Aaron's dark brown ones. Your hand tightened around the door knob as you shuffled back slightly, not expecting him to be standing there with a bunch of tulips.

"Hi" His voice was so soft, worried you didn't want him there, but turning up anyway cause there was nowhere he'd rather be. Your eyes began to burn, but you quickly blinked away the feeling, licking your bottom lip before looking back up at his face.

"What are you doing here?" Aaron takes a step forward, holding the tulips in one hand, and his go bag in his other.

"Keeping my promise."

"I'm not in the mood to go out anymore" You reply, tucking a bit of your hair behind your ear, Aaron nodding and offering you a soft smile to let you know that's okay. If Aaron was honest, he wasn't in the mood to go out either. He just wanted to stay in with you, forever.

"That's fine. We'll stay in" Aaron noticed the fact your hand was still on the doorknob and the way you hadn't really moved from the front door. You were hesitant to let him in.

"You're supposed to be on your way to Texas" You mumbled, looking away from his face and down at the ground. Aaron took a step forward, and despite the clear fact you weren't overly fond of him in this moment, you didn't move. Because despite being upset, you loved him, and you loved his presence and the warmth he radiated.

"No, the team are on their way to Texas. I'm here with you" He bent his head a little, hoping to catch your eye but still couldn't. He hated seeing anything other than a smile on your beautiful face. Knowing you were upset and it was his fault killed him on the inside.

"You shouldn't be here" You sighed, finally looking up. Aaron's stare trapped you, stopping you from looking away from him. Intense and raw, he held you hostage with just his eyes and even though you were upset, you couldn't deny the way they were able to calm you. Slightly.

"They can manage perfectly fine without me."

"Aaron-"

"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. I don't deserve a lot, especially you, but I'm going to prove to you that I can deserve you" Aaron stated, placing the tulips on the little table beside the door that you usually chucked your mail on. Then he lightly shut the door, eyes watching you intently as you spoke.

"Aaron, I'm not angry at you. This is your job. I knew that the moment I met you, and I continued to understand that when I realised I was in love with you. But I feel like I'm suffocating here, which I get is ironic for the fact you're not around much-"

"I'm stepping down" The short and sharp confession caught you off guard, your eyes widening as you stared at a deadly serious Aaron. You thought you'd misheard him, but the look on his face told you otherwise. He'd definitely said what you heard, and he definitely meant it.

"What?"

"I've been thinking about it for a while, but on the ride here it became official. I'm stepping down from Unit Chief, I'll stay a profiler in the BAU, but it means a lot less work, and a lot more time here with you-"

"What? No, you can't do that" You quickly interrupted, shaking your head. You couldn't tell him what to and what not to do, but you were going to pretend you could right now in hopes he'd listen, understand and agree.

"It's too late. It's official and effective immediately" You stared, eyes wide in disbelief as they bounced across his face.

"You didn't even want to talk about this with me first?"

"What's there to talk about?" He shrugged.

"Aaron, you've been Unit Chief for ages. If you're stepping down for me-" Your words are cut short as Aaron places his bag on the ground and steps into you. Your lips remain parted and you can't help but melt into him as his hands grasp onto your face, pulling your forehead to his lips momentarily. He pressed a lingering kiss before pulling back and staring deeply into your eyes.

"That's exactly why I'm stepping down, honey. You. Because I love you so god damn much and because being away from you week after week is killing me. At the end of every night I want to fall asleep in bed beside you, not in a crappy motel alone. I want to be here, with you. You're my home, Y/n" Your eyes water the longer you stare at the man you love. He was giving up so much for you and you couldn't help but feel guilty even if he made it clear how much he wanted it.

"Aaron..." You whisper, your gaze jumping between his eyes as he rubs his thumbs along your keep bones. He leans forward and presses his forehead to yours, his eyes remaining on your face even when you close your eyes.

"You're not holding me back from my job, my job was holding me back from you. I'll still be gone here and there, but I will make it my mission to get back to you as soon as possible. This is my decision and there is nothing you could do or say that'd make me change my mind" So dominant, so serious, so definite. This was Aaron's decision to make, not yours, his, and he couldn't be more happier. He was going to miss being Unit Chief, but being with you made up for it and more.

"Are you sure?" You whisper, running your hands up his shoulders and into his hair. Aaron presses his head back into your hands, urging you to run your hands through his hair.

"Yes honey, I'm sure" Aaron whispers back before tilting his head and pressing his lips flush against yours. You suck in a sharp breath, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulls you tight into his chest, his lips refusing to leave yours even for a second. This was all you both wanted; each other. You ran your hands through his hair before slipping them down until you're cupping his jaw and pulling his mouth from yours.

"I love you" You whisper, leaning forward and brushing your lips back against Aaron's. His breath is hot and minty against your face as he crack's an inevitable smile. You said it back...finally.

"I love you too."

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Jealousy Jealousy

Description: You and Hotch have always had a deep attraction for one another, but have never done anything about it. One late night, filling paper work Hotch looks out his office window and sees another Agent flirting with you. You're smiling and laughing and he's not happy about it.

Word Count: 1.5k

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You were known for your patience. The way you would sit across from a suspect for hours, in silence, waiting for them to inevitably crack. How long you would sit with a victims family until you were 100% sure they would be okay. The ridiculous amount of time you'd wait for your usual coffee at your favourite, bustling café in the morning. Hell you'd get up 40 minutes earlier in the morning just in case there was a line, so that you wouldn't be late to work.

But you were finally losing it. Giving up on something you had fantasized about for years was going to be awfully painful, and take its toll on you especially when the centre of your fantasies was sitting up in his office, door closed, finishing paperwork. But you had to. Over the last 4 years you'd turned down dates and possible hook ups because you were loyal to the idea, the possibility that Aaron Hotchner may see you as more than an subordinate.

You thought he felt deeper about you. That was the only way to explain the lingering stares and the searing, heart racing tension between you two at times, when you were surrounded by your team, and especially when you found yourselves alone. Maybe you were wrong, but it didn't matter anymore.

You had given up.

So instead, this morning when an Agent, Michael Lauder, asked you out for drinks after work, instead of brushing him off you accepted his offer and went about your day. It was now 9:35 pm, and for the first time in hours, you and Hotch weren't the only ones on the sixth floor.

You heard the elevator ding from your seat behind your desk in the bullpen, but you didn't dare look, not wanting to look eager (which you weren't). Instead, you waited for the doors to swing open before looking up and away from your work.

"A woman as pretty as you shouldn't be cooped up in an office on a Friday night" Michael stated, a smirk playing on his mouth as he waltzed up to you. You smiled and spun until you were facing him.

"Friday Nights out are for fresh 20 year olds."

"You're telling me you didn't just turn 21?" Michael teases, a laugh bubbling out of your throat as you spun back to your desk to close up the case files.

Unbeknownst to you, the echo of your laugh had been enough for your boss to stop everything he was doing and look out his office windows to your desk in the bullpen. Aaron felt an immediate attraction and infatuation towards you the day you stepped into Quantico, 4 years ago. So when the desk facing his office was empty he was quick to call it yours. You were his favourite framed piece of art, but right now it was being vandalised, by one Agent Michael Lauder.

Forgotten were the case files on his desk as Aaron watched your interaction with Michael, feeling the muscles in his shoulders contract as he watched the way your lips stretched across your face in a smile as you looked down at the case files on your desk.

Michael was stood close, a smirk on his face as he so clearly flirted with someone that wasn't his to flirt with. Aaron somewhat knew about the feelings you had towards him, so watching you smile and laugh with Lauder was slowly killing him. You were his and he was yours, so why were you sitting there letting Lauder flirt with you?

Despite the slowly simmering rage consuming his body, he wanted to give you privacy, so he didn't move. He didn't move when you slid your chair around to face Michael, he didn't move when Michael touched your hand, but the second you stood and Michael grazed his index finger along your jaw Aaron was up and on his feet.

He was tired of pretending to be unfazed by you, when in reality you were on his mind, all day, everyday, 365 days a year. You were the centre of all his fantasies and desires and if he didn't own up to it and just finally tell you, he'd lose you.

He couldn't lose you.

Your heart races, but not with excitement as Michael steps forward, his finger running along your jaw. He was going to try to kiss you, and despite how badly you wanted to shove him away, you were going to let him. Maybe it was because you couldn't remember the last time you had been kissed, or maybe it was because you knew your boss was in the office behind you, even though you knew he probably wasn't even paying attention.

Michael leans forward and before he can press his lips to yours there is a harsh thud which makes him pull back and you jump in surprise. You swiftly turn and a searing heat wave consumes your body as your eyes land on Aaron's. His hands are in his pant pockets, his head tilted forward ever so slightly as he stares you down, an unreadable expression adorning his face as his eyes slowly leave yours and drift to Michael.

"Y/n, I need your help with last weeks case file" Aaron states and you can't help but frown. Last week you had come to him with the same case file, needing help on a certain section you had missed. He sat you down, opened his complete file and let you copy what he'd written down, in yours. He didn't need your help.

"Actually, we were just-" Aaron cuts Michael off, his gaze hardening and eyebrows tightening as his gaze jumps between you two.

"About to cancel your plans. I need Agent y/l/n's help, and you Agent Lauder shouldn't be here" Aaron finished Michael's sentence with one of his own. You couldn't help but watch the two men stare each other down. Michael looked like a teen being scolded for sneaking out after curfew, whereas Aaron looked like exactly what he was, the boss.

"Come on, man. It's Friday-"

"I'm not your man, and I know what day it is. But work is the priority, isn't it y/l/n?" You hated being brought directly into the conversation. You never liked picking sides, and even though you knew you'd agree and follow your boss back into his office in a heartbeat, the pressure of answering still made you nervous.

With a sigh, you turned back towards Michael. "Sorry."

Both you and Hotch watched Michael scoff in disbelief before turning and exiting the bullpen. Your heart raced so fast and heavy you could practically feel it in your throat when you turned back to look at Aaron.

"Hotch-"

"My office" He cut you off, turning around and walking back into his office, leaving no room for you to speak. You walked up the steps and entered his office, stopping a couple steps in front of him.

"Why did you just lie-" The words fall from your throat fast, and you gasp in surprise as Aaron uses your body to close his office door. You stare, wide eyed and before you get the chance to say anything his hands are in your hair and he's devouring your mouth with his. Frozen in time, all your pent up emotions from over the last 4 years explode within your chest and stomach.

Aaron Hotchner was kissing you, and you fucking loved it.

Breaking out of your stiff state, like a person on the brink of dying from starvation, you reach up, grab Aaron's face and pull him against your mouth even harder. Your hands slide into his hair and when you lightly tug at his roots a smooth groan leaves his mouth and slides into yours.

Aaron lets his hands slide down your body until he's gripping your thighs and lifting you up into the air. Equally as desperate and turned on, you both moan into each others mouths as Aaron holds your legs around his hips and rolls his crotch between your legs.

"No more flirting with Agent's, no more laughing with them, and certainly no more smiling at them" Aaron heaved against your lips, continuing to grind against you. Your hands are in his hair, and you're becoming just as desperate for air as you work each other up.

"I can't promise that" Even if there was nothing behind your laughs and smiles, you are a people pleaser and don't want to come across as anything other than sweet. You couldn't not smile and laugh with people, but it also wasn't your fault if they took it differently.

"Then promise me that I'm the last person that's ever going to see you like this. Promise me, y/n" Aaron's lips slid against yours as you both struggled to kiss the other back. Aaron pushed his hips forward harder eliciting a gasp from you as your head fell back against the door.

"A promise for a promise?" You suggested airily. There was nobody else you wanted to witness this side of you, but you needed confirmation that Aaron felt the exact same way about you. His face fell into the crook of your neck, and slowly he nodded his head.

"A promise for a promise."

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Protective Hotch

Description: There is a copycat the BAU are after, so Hotch and reader go to prison to talk to the original offender. The prisoner makes a few suggestive comments about the reader that Hotch doesn't like.

Made up, not a CM episode.

Word Count: 2.5k

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You had only ever stepped inside a prison a handful of times before. Literally. You could count every visit on one hand, all whilst being able to recount why you'd gone those 4 times in the first place; now 5.

The first 3 were all for the same thing, and the same person. A serial rapist and murderer you had helped catch years earlier was being interviewed, and not only did you have to supervise, but perform a psych eval on him as well.

The fourth time, you were in and out in record time. Another prisoner you'd put away had died and you were there purely to collect the few belongings in his cell. When the Warden of the Penitentiary had called you to inform you of the inmates passing, you offered to come down from Virginia. The Warden suggested not bothering, and that they'd just throw his belongings in the rubbish bin, which is exactly why you got on the earliest plane you possibly could. This particular inmate had victims he'd not told you about, and you just wanted to make sure with your own eyes he didn't name them in or on anything in his cell.

Today though, on your fifth time inside prison walls, you weren't alone. Your company came in the form of your long time workplace crush, Aaron Hotchner. The pressure of having not only your crush, but the BAU's Unit Chief with you put an immense weight on your shoulders.

Usually you weren't fazed by the cold glares and almost bored expressions. Aaron Hotchner exuded power and had subconsciously mastered the art of intimidation, but that wasn't what made the hairs on the back of your neck stand as he walked beside you, down prison halls.

It was how close beside you he walked. The outside of his arm brushed yours with each step and sway of his arms, and even though you could see, in the corner of your eye, his head facing forward, you could feel his eyes bouncing all over the place.

He stood close not because he wanted to, but because even if every cell door was closed, and every hall had 3 guards tending to it at all times, he didn't feel 100% safe, which meant he wasn't comfortable having you around. Because he knew, that if by some fluke chance the doors buzzed open, you would be every prisoners target.

He knew it. You knew it. The inmates knew it.

"Oh Hey Baby, how about taking a detour and stopping by my cell?" Somebody off to the side hollered, which lead to a loud array of crude comments made your way. You ignored them well, but Hotch seemed to take offence for you. You were almost at the end of the hall, but that didn't stop Hotch from protectively stepping even closer, almost tripping you up with how close he now was.

You both got to the door at the end of the hall, the guard standing beside it nodding at the two of you before letting you in. You walked in first, Hotch shutting the door behind himself as you stepped up to the one sided glass, looking at the man you both were about to question.

"Certainly not the kind of man I'd enjoy being alone with" You stated, Hotch stopped beside you and looking into the visitors room, his arm brushing yours again. Relatively old and greying, Martin Gould was NOT a sight for sore eyes. He wasn't attractive, which is what ended up being a factor of his killings. He'd ask a woman out, she'd reject him, he'd later stalk her, and then rape and mutilate her, in her own home.

"I wouldn't have brought you if I didn't need you. I'm not going to leave your side. I promise" Hotch told you. When you and the team had been going through victimology of the copycats and then compared them to the original killers, you'd all come to the same conclusion. You were his type, to the T.

That's why you were here. Not because your skills were valued and appreciated...but because you were this guys type, and you hated that. You hated feeling like you had to prove yourself more, in a team you'd been in for years. You worked 5 times as hard as everyone else, and yet still felt like you'd gotten nowhere at being seen as an asset to the team. Nobody had ever said it to your face, hell maybe they'd never even thought that way about you, but you were an avid overthinking pessimist.

"Everything is going to be fine" Hotch reassured you again when you didn't reply to his promise. You sighed, grabbing the door that separated you two from Martin Gould.

"Easy for you to say. He raped and mutilated 13 women" Before Hotch got time to process what you'd said and the weight of your words, you opened the door and stepped inside. Martin Gould immediately looked to you as you entered, paying little to no attention to Hotch as he followed behind, and took the seat beside you at the metal table.

"Wow. Just wow" Martin sighed, leaning forward and resting his chin on his open palm, as he stared at you like you were the brightest star in the sky. At least someone appreciated you.

"Martin, I'm SSA y/n y/l/n, and this is SSA Aaron-"

"Has anyone ever told you you've got the eyes of a rare jewel?" You ignored him, and continued on like he'd never interrupted you in the first place.

"-Hotchner. We're with the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit-"

"No ring, I don't see how that's possible. You must have men down at your feet 24/7" Martin interrupted you again, shuffling forward in his seat slightly to get closer to you.

"We're here to investigate a string of serial rape and mutilations. Same signature as yours from 7 years ago" Hotch speaks for the first time, and you both notice Martin's jaw twitch at the sound of his voice. Martin takes a breath, ignoring Hotch before smiling back at you.

"Couldn't be me, Sweetheart" Martin tells you softly, lifting his hands and showing you the chains restricting his movement.

"It's a copycat, somebody who admires you. He's probably sent you hundreds of letters over the course of the last 7 years" Martin holds his smirk as he listens to you, enjoying the sound of your voice and the way your lips move with each word.

"They would've started with him confiding in you, expressing his share of troubles involving women rejecting him. Then they would've started becoming a little more aggressive" You state, Hotch straightening his posture, one of his tells that he's about to talk.

"Probably wrote 'What is wrong with me?' over and over again" Hotch adds, Martin's smile faltering as he speaks again.

"And then his most recent letters would've been him talking about women like we're a virus. Something nasty that could be caught and had to be terminated" Martin shook his head ever so lightly, his smile growing with every second you continued talking to him. He's a classic narcissist and thinks that the fact you're talking directly to him and looking him dead on, means you're flirting with him.

"As pretty as you are, you're just like them, aren't you?" He asked slowly making you frown.

"I'm sorry?" Martin leans forward a tiny bit more, the smile on his face long gone and replaced with a look of repulsion.

"A needy whore, asking for it-"

"That's enough" Hotch stated.

"Begging for it. You all lead us on with your smiles and your glances, but then you laugh in our faces and tell us to get lost" So that's why he thought these women deserved it. Because to him, an innocent smile and a half a second passing by glance meant flirting. So when he'd walk up and randomly ask a woman out and she'd say no, he'd see her as a tease, a deceiver, someone who needed to pay.

"You're nothing less, Agent y/n y/l/n. Just a whore with a bitching, lying mouth, and a pussy asking to be-" Hotch sliding back in his chair and abruptly standing up caught you off guard more than Martin Gould's random verbal attack.

"Y/n, out" Hotch demanded, leaving no room to argue against his direct order. But you did anyway.

"No, Hotch, I'm fine-"

"Y/l/n, out or you're suspended for a week" Your face contorts with shock. Never has Hotch ever been so forward and aggressive towards you in your life and you hated how being on the receiving end of his threat made you feel.

"What?" You stood and raised your voice, finding Hotch completely unreasonable in this moment. You were with a prisoner who know who the unsub was, you could easily get it out of him, and now here he was sending you out. He brought you all this way for a couple sentences?

"You're not being forceful enough, Agent. Bend her over and teach her a-" Martin's words became background noise as Hotch took your arm, backing you up to the door of the visiting room, before opening the door and practically shoving you out. He let go before you could rip your arm from his grasp, and shut the door in your face.

Not knowing what the hell just happened and why the hell Hotch reacted like that, you storm over to the one sided glass window, and slam your palm against the button under the window that allows you to hear what is being said inside the visiting room.

"I don't care who you are, or where we are. If you ever talk to my Agent like that, ever again, I'll make you sure I am the last thing you ever see" Hotch threatened, the look on his face sending a wave of goose bumps over every inch of your burning skin. He looked furious.

"Probably not the best place to threaten killing me, Agent Hotchner" Martin stated, trying to hold back his laughter. It quickly died down at the expression adorning Hotch's face. It was almost like he was being challenged.

"I don't need to kill you to take away your sight, Gould. All I need is a speculum and a pair of scissors" Hotch replied and you watched in shock as for the first time since talking with him, Martin looked anything but cocky. Hotch used Martin's current state to his advantage.

"His name" Martin hesitated, glancing at the one way window like he knew you were standing behind it.

"Dane Hansen" The second the name left his mouth, Hotch was turning around and exiting the visiting room, only to be met with an annoyed you, giving him the cold shoulder. His eyes stayed glued to yours as he shut the door behind himself.

"Don't give me that look."

"I was given about 10 seconds from the first time you told me to get out before you threatened to suspend me. If you want me gone just say it, Hotch" You knew you were probably being unreasonable but you were annoyed. What so quickly went from 'get out' turned to 'if you don't you're suspended'. It escalated in seconds and made you wonder how long they'd been sitting on the tip of Hotch's tongue.

"Was I the only one that heard the way he talked about you?" Hotch questioned, clearly annoyed by your assumption. You take a step toward him.

"Simply sending me out of the room doesn't stop me from hearing it, Hotch" You brought attention to your hand by tapping the button again, turning off the speaker. Hotch took a step forward.

"He was getting satisfaction out of you being in the room" My presence. My face. My body. Not my skills, and Hotch knew that. He only brought me to show me off.

"Be honest with me, Hotch. Do you bring me along for these things because you think I'm the worst profiler on the team, so I won't be needed as much back there with everyone?" Hotch frowns at me, turning his head to the right slightly.

"I have never once called you a bad profiler."

"You've never called me a good one either, Aaron. Believe it or not, but I'm one of those people that need to be told they're doing good to keep doing good. I need the validation, otherwise I lose energy and end up giving a half assed effort" You immediately realised the first name slip, but if Hotch noticed it he certainly didn't show it. Instead, he takes another step that makes him dangerously close. You can smell his musky cologne, and if either of you take another step your face would be buried in his chest.

"Y/n, you're not a good profiler, you're an amazing profiler. I didn't bring you along today to show you off as a piece of meat to Gould. You're his type, but so is Prentiss. I wanted you here. I wanted you on the plane, and I wanted you in the car. I like your company, I like your perspective and I like your brain" You suck in a shaky breath, embarrassingly overwhelmed so quickly by Hotch's compliment. Even though it's only a few things, it means so much because he's not the kind of guy to get even slightly sentimental about anything.

"You think I don't notice when the overthinking side of you takes over the reasonable side? You're an asset to our team, y/n. I didn't bring you along for the benefit of the case, I brought you along for myself" Tense silence consumes the room and the air the two of you breathe. For what feels like minutes, you two stand, almost toe to toe staring at each other.

There's an achingly intense energy floating around the two of you, and before looks go any further or before either of you can slice the tension in half, Hotch's phone rings, and you both rear back at the shriek.

Your shoulders sag in disappointment and you swear you see the same with Hotch's, but he's back in boss mode too fast for you to really catch a good look as he listens to somebody on the other end of the line.

"We're just heading out now. Yeah, we got a name; Dane Hansen" Hotch ends the phone call and his eyes meet yours again as he shoves his phone back in his pocket.

"We've got to go" You press your lips into a tight smile and nod. Walking past him, you go to grab the door that'll lead you back into the hall, but before you reach it a large, warm hand wraps around your wrist stopping you.

You turn back to Hotch, and again he's toe to toe with you. His grip on your arm is soft, and the look on his face mixed with his parted lips tells you all you need to know; he wants to say something.

You don't know what he's thinking, but you also don't want to force it out of him. You smile and slowly pull away from his grip before patting his arm.

"It's okay, Aaron. Come on, let's go."

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