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Charles Leclerc - Arthur, you are not French...yeah Charles, drag his ass!

I’ve been excited to write this chapter! I know that reader is a Red Bull driver, but I am a Tifosi through and through. Charles holds such a special place in my heart (but so does Max). I feel like one of those “breaking my silence – how I got into F1,” low and behold, I got into the sport from that one Ferrari thirst trap where Charles is lying on the couch. Yeah, you know, that one.

Anywho, I write these little things before I even get to writing the story and sometimes I don’t even know where I’m going with it. I know it's not Christmas yet, but the people spoke - SO HERE WE GO!

Sadly, the tag list is closed to do us reaching the 50 people mark! I never thought that I’d get there though with my story! So thank you to every one of you for making that happen!

Like always, comments, questions, concerns, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated! Love you all <;3

Your beanie had started to itch. You had needed it outside due to the cold weather, but now that you were in the car with the heat cranked, it was starting to get a little too warm. As you pulled up to the red light, your hand quickly yanked the hat off. Not to your surprise, your hair was sticking in all directions. That’s ok, you could fix it before you walked into the house. The light turned green, and you had to remind yourself that this was a regular car, on a regular street. Not a hybrid-engine-ran rocket ship that exceeded 300 kilometers per hour on sweet Grand Prix asphalt.

This year, you had finally accepted Arthur’s invitation for Christmas. Earlier, you had done Christmas morning and afternoon with Max, Kelly, and Penelope. It was everything you could have wished for. And now you were going to spend the rest of the evening with your best friend and his family. You were a tab bit nervous. Sure, you had met them on a handful of occasions, but you tried not to get too close. They were always at grand prixes for Arthur, not you.

You glanced at the presents that were stacked on the passenger side. The most important one, however, was placed in a bag on the floor. You were not about to let that fall over and possibly break. You knew it was made to be sturdy, but you couldn’t be sure. Arthur had given you the gate key. You pulled up to the little black box and pressed the numbers. You rolled your eyes as you realized that it was just Charles’s and Arthur’s racing numbers squished together.

Arthur had also reminded you that Lorenzo was not going to be joining due to him being at his wife’s family’s for the holiday. That was one less person to impress you had told yourself.

You pulled into their driveway and parked your car. It was not as impressive at Charles’s custom 488 Ferrari Pista Spider. It wasn’t as if you were almost drooling at the sight of it. Knowing yourself, you’d probably be too scared to drive it to actually enjoy it. Max also had a Ferrari, maybe he’d let you drive it.

In a parking lot and not exceeding 5 kph. You snorted. Yep, that was Max.

You did however, have your eye on two special cars. But you wanted to wait a bit before purchasing. You Pinterest board was full of different ideas, but you had to be careful. Maybe Christian could help you out with purchasing. You technically hadn’t bought this car, it was a gift from Lorenzo. You wouldn’t trade it for the world, but it might be nice to have more than one car. Besides, multiple drivers had multiple cars. You’d just join their ranks.

Juggling the presents, you walked to the front door and pressed the doorbell. Your face was hardly visible over the tops of the boxes. The door opened and a familiar voice sounded.

“Mon Dieu, let me help you.” Presents were being taken from the big stack.

“Thank you Charles.” You prided yourself on being one of the few people who could recognize the difference between Arthur’s and Charles’s voices. He didn’t reply as he took the presents farther into the house. You followed him through the door and toed off your shoes. Your eyes caught all the lights and decorations in the house. Growing up, you didn’t have such things. Your family always said that being in karting was always going to be your present. Nothing more, nothing less. There were no cookies for Santa and no tree to decorate.

As you walked more into the warm house, the decorations just kept getting better. Where Max’s house was decorated by Kelly who like a clean Christmas aesthetic, the Leclerc household leaned towards the warmer decorations. The lights didn’t necessarily match and flickered colorful light. The stockings weren’t the same color: they showed personality that matched their owner. Even the ornaments weren’t all from the same container. You found Charles staring down at the presents that he had taken from you.

“Who are these for?” he turned his head to look at you.

You snorted, “They’re for your family.” His eyes widened as he rubbed his chin.

“You didn’t have to.”

You only shrugged as you began to take off your coat, “I felt like I did. You all have been so kind to invite me here on a holiday that I couldn’t come empty handed.” Charles gestured for your jacket and you gave it to him.

“You can look around some more if you’d like to. Arthur and maman will be back from the store soon.” Your cheeks heated at the thought of him catching you ogling at his home. You shook the thought away and looked at everything a little bit closer.

Like all homes seemed to have, there was a wall filled with picture frames. Some were of each child; some had the full family. It was nice to see all 5 of them together in the center one. You cocked you head at one of them though. You all but tiptoed to get a closer look. It was one of Charles and Arthur, and then an unfamiliar but familiar man stood between them.

“That’s Jules. If you were wondering.”

You jumped in place, not noticed that he had snuck up behind you. You looked over and saw that a sad smile had graced his face. Arthur had told you little about him. Charles and Lorenzo would always have been much closer to him.

“I met him once. During karting,” you trailed off. Charles raised his eyebrows.

“Really?” It seemed as though the breath had been knocked out of him.

You gave him a comforting smile, “Yeah. My race was right after yours. I think it was back in 2010,” you looked back at the picture, “and you won that day. I watched him cheer for you like he was the proudest person there that day. He was in a racing suit and had a helmet. I thought that he had come straight from a race or something. But, I only remember wishing that I had someone there for me like you had.”

Charles now had a guess as to what day that was. He vaguely remembered finally beating Max and feeling so happy. But, he didn’t remember Jules having a helmet. He took the picture down so that the two of you could look closer. It was definitely not taken the day that you were talking about, but the way you talked about him intrigued Charles. He gave you a head nod, silently saying to continue.

“That day, I also won my race. It hadn’t been the easiest, but the boys were too busy pushing each other off that they didn’t even notice me. I was able to overtake and win. The boys though, weren’t the only ones who didn’t notice. My parents weren’t around when I looked for them. I must have turned around so many times, just trying to find them, but I never did. I had taken my kart back to my station when someone tapped me on the shoulder. He scared the ever-loving crap out of me, but he held my shoulder and told me that I did a great job.”

Your eyes were slightly watering at the confession. Charles just continued to look at you.

“I knew who he was. He was the man who always cheered for the Justin Bieber look-a-like who liked to push a certain Dutchman off the track, into a puddle, and claim it was just an inchident.” Charles snorted.

“I did not look like Justin Bieber.”

“Whatever floats your boat.” He gave you a look. “American expression. Anyway, after he said that he gave me a hug before my dad came stomping over, complaining about something, I don’t even remember. But all I know is that he made my entire day. My godfather wasn’t able to visit that much or come see me race. So, it was nice to have someone in my corner, even if they weren’t truly there for me.”

Charles hung the picture back on the wall. The two of you stood there for a quiet moment before Charles spoke up. “How’s your godfather?”

You inhaled sharply. “He died in 2020. Caught some illness in 2018 and wasn’t able to recover.”

It broke Charles’s heart to hear you talk about it so nonchalantly.

“Does Arthur know?”

You nodded your head. “He caught me crying the first year of his anniversary. Made me spill the beans about what happened. He thought he needed to go beat someone up.” You let out a wet chuckle. When did you even start crying? Looking at Charles, you saw that he was crying too. You continued, “Lorenzo, he, uh, died the day before I debuted in F2.”

Memories hit Charles like an 18-wheeler. That was you? He remembered that most of the F1 drivers had been invited since the F1 and F2 races were so close together. Hell, even Max was given the opportunity to give the winner the trophy. He remembers watching you dominate that race. He watched you offer that trophy to the sky. He saw a hunger that he hadn’t seen in a long time.

He finally spoke up, “You were incredible.”

“Thank you,” you paused before adding, “he’d be proud of you. Jules, I mean.” You looked back at the picture and how it seemed right at home amongst the others.

“Lorenzo would be proud of you as well.” You flashed him a grateful smile, full of teeth. He mirrored, dimples prominent.

You threw your head back and laughed. Charles cocked his head.

“What’s the matter?” he barely got out as he began to laugh as well.

You poked his cheeks, “You and Thur have the same dimples.” Charles rolled his eyes and ruffled your hair. You pouted. “Rude.”

He was about to reciprocate but the sound of the door opening caught the two of yours attention. Charles quickly pushed you into a dark room. You gave him a confused look before he put a finger to his lips. You smirked back and stayed silent.

Pascale walked in first followed by Arthur. Charles greeted his mother and then brother.

“I saw Y/n’s car in the driveway. Where is she?” Arthur looked around the house.

“She went to the bathroom, but hasn’t come back. I think I scared her off,” Charles faked a sad look.

Arthur flashed a comforting smile to his brother. “I’ll go find her. Hopefully she didn’t fall in or something.” That almost made you laugh.

Arthur flipped on the lights to the hallway. This was your chance. He barely got past the doorframe before you jumped out onto him.

His squeal echoed through the room, laughter following it. In your grand scheme, you had accidentally fallen on top of him. Your giggles continued as Arthur tried to push you off. He finally gave up after a few moments. You knew you probably looked ridiculous, but honestly you didn’t care. You swear you heard a click of a camera, but you disregarded it.

“Are you done?” Arthur sarcastically asked.

“No, I’m actually quite comfortable. Thank you for asking though,” you smirked. After a few more moments later, Arthur quickly rolled you off and got up. You let out a huff before making grabby hands at him. He rolled his eyes and pulled you up.

You were finally able to greet Pascale. She brought you into a hug and did the two kisses. You reciprocated. It came naturally after being teammates with Arthur for so long. You smiled at the memory of him doing it to you for the first time. He was so embarrassed after until you calmed him down enough to say that you didn’t mind. You knew it was a part of his culture and that he shouldn’t feel embarrassed to do so.

“Thank you for inviting me.” You shot her a shy smile. She rubbed your back before exiting the hug.

“There is no need for thanks. Arthur has been begging for years.” A noise of protest rang through the air.

“I have not.”

“Non, it’s true. He has.” Charles looked at his brother. Arthur had a look of betrayal that sent you spiraling into another laughing fit.

By the time you were finished, Arthur gave you a look.

“Where’s you Christmas sweater?” You looked down at the one you were wearing. You thought it looked just fine. It was a nice dark green and Kelly had complimented you many times.

“I thought this looked nice?” You were beginning to doubt. Maybe you couldn’t do this Christmas thing.

Arthur shook his head before disappearing down a hallway.

You glanced at Charles and whispered, “I ruined it didn’t I?” You looked down at your feet.

“Non gosse, you didn’t ruin anything. Just look.” You looked back up and saw that Arthur now had another sweater in his hands. (translation : no kid)

“I can’t believe I forgot to give you this. Sorry Y/n, we normally wear ‘ugly’ Christmas sweaters to celebrate. The one you have on is fine, but this is the Leclerc celebration now.” He all but shoved you towards a bathroom so that you could change. You slipped the other dark green sweater on after you took off your first one.

The front made you laugh. It wasn’t ugly per say, Arthur must have toned it down for you. On the front was the Grinch. It was actually kind of cute if you thought about it. You folded your first sweater and walked out. Now you noticed that Charles’s had a bright orange sweater with a gamer Santa on it; Arthur’s actually lit up; and Pascale had a cute one with a reindeer on it.

When he noticed your return, Arthur’s arms shot up. “Now you look festive!”

“How long did it take you to find that one TurTur?” You motioned your finger up and down, pointed at his sweater.

His arms crossed protectively around it as he let his jaw hang. “I’ll have you know that this is imported.”

You gave him a bombastic side eye. “Sure.”

Pascale clapped her hands, “Picture time by the tree!”

You kind of awkwardly stood there as she took pictures of the two boys. You warmly smiled as she gushed over the two of them. You made your way to the kitchen and picked up two bottles. Were these alcoholic? You squinted at the label.

“Y/n!” You froze and looked at the family of three. Arthur was snickering.

“You know you’re not allowed to drink yet.” You rolled your eyes.

Charles shot you a mischievous smile. “Gosse, come, we’ll send a picture to old Maxy. Maybe give him a heart attack.”

You smirked back as you walked with the two bottles. You posed in front of the tree with the glasses on either side of you. The four of you laughed as you set them down. You wanted to make a run for it, as to not ruin the pictures, but Pascale insisted that she wanted one of the three of you.

Your heart swelled as she took a picture of you in the middle of Arthur and Charles. She also insisted to get one of just you and Arthur. Your cheeks heated as you caught her muttering about a picture to show your kids one day. You only hoped that Arthur hadn’t heard.

He did and his heart soared at the thought.

Once the pictures were done, everyone was able to have a few snacks and drinks, yours of course being non-alcoholic.

Then it was time for the presents. The thing you were worried about the most. You soon found yourself seated on the floor in a half circle. Pascale was the only one in a chair, but you didn’t blame her. The boys were the ones to pass out the presents. To your surprise, you had received three presents. Your eyes wanted to water, but you blinked the tears away.

They all opened the ones from you first.

Arthur lit up like a Christmas tree (pun intended) when he saw what you had gotten him. The two of you had been shopping earlier in the year, when you had come across a watch shop. Arthur had wanted to buy a specific one, but was heartbroken when they said that they were sold out. But, while Arthur was having a crisis about it, you secretly asked to be put on the waitlist. They had said that they couldn’t be 100 percent that you’d get one, but there was no harm in asking.

Surprisingly, when you got back for a small break, there was a package from the store waiting for you. You had also taken it to another watch store to have something added.

“Turn it over,” you whispered, scared of his next reaction. He inhaled sharply at what the engraving read.

January 25, 2020 – Best Friends for the Rest of Our Live, Keep at it TurTur!

Arthur quickly clamored over to you and wrapped you in a deep hug. Again, you heard the sound of a camera, but dismissed it.

Next Charles opened his. It wasn’t as sentimental as Arthur’s but you tried your best. Before hand, you had asked what type of jewelry Charles likes. You knew he was a ring and bracelet guy, but had rarely seen him with a necklace. So, you got him a simple one that he could wear with any outfit.

He thanked you with a warm smile.

Pascale was very happy with hers. Knowing that she had a hair salon, you googled many gift ideas for her. But every sing one of them to come up was always a pair of scissors. Wanting to do better, you did some more digging. Finally, you decided on one of those fancy circle vacuums that moves by itself. You knew how your back hurt after sweeping up a floor. You couldn’t imagine how her’s might feel. She also gave you a hug.

Now it was your turn.

The first present was from Arthur and it had you in tears. There in a rectangular box was a new pair of Lightning McQueen crocs.

“You know this is like my third pair right?”

He only nodded, “Yes, but are those pairs signed by Lightning McQueen himself?” Your eyes bulged as you turned them over.

You were expecting Owen Wilson’s signature, but when you read it, you laughed even harder. There on the bottom, in fancy script, was Charles’s signature. You looked over at Charles as you wiped your eyes.

“I’m honored sir.”

Charles rolled his eyes, and touched his heart, as to accept the thanks. His present wasn’t as funny, but it was appreciated. You guessed that Arthur had told him what your favorite restaurant was because his gift was a hefty gift card. Your eyes widened when you saw the total.

Pascale’s was very sentimental though. In her present were multiple pictures in frames. Some you noticed that she must have gotten from the internet or had Arthur reach out to Vito. The one that made you tear up was one of the last pictures taken of you and Lorenzo. Your smile was so bright as you held you trophy. You were looking into the camera, but Lorenzo was looking and smiling down at you. Your fingers traced his face.

You placed the pictures down and brought her into a giant hug. After you were done, you wiped your eyes, overcome with emotion. Arthur clapped his hands to bring everyone’s attention to him. You almost jumped out of your skin.

“All right, party time!” He raised his arms and started to walk toward the kitchen.

Your eyes widened as you remembered something. “Wait!”

The three of them stared at you. You inhaled.

“I have one more thing. For all three of you.” They looked at you with a puzzled look. You walked over to the counter where you had placed the black bag that you came with. You gestured for them to come over.

Arthur cocked his head, “Y/n, why’d you bring a helmet bag? We swapped helmets already.” His accent got thicker as he got more confused.

You shook your head slightly as you let out a shaky exhale. You carefully started to unzip the bag. It was true, what Arthur said. The contents were a helmet.

“Gosse, is this your new helmet for next year? It’s very outdated and I don’t think this is safe, ” Charles questioned, confused as to why you’d bring a helmet to Christmas.

However, Pascale let out a gasp as her eyes danced over the helmet, now in your hands. She put her hands to her mouth. She had recognized it immediately.

“Is this?” The rest of the question went unsaid, but you knew what she was going to say. You nodded you head and handed it to her. She turned it around, expecting all the angles. She let out a wet laugh as she carefully and slowly handed it over to Charles. Arthur stood close, looking at it as well.

“Arthur, before you got here, I was telling Charles of how I was able to meet your godfather,” you started. “And I wanted to tell you how thankful I was for his encouragement. I knew that he had come straight from a race, because he was still wearing his suit and he carried a helmet.”

Charles made a confused face, “But he didn’t have a helmet. His hands were both empty, because he caught Arthur when he ran over to him after he showed up.” You could tell that his mind was trying to connect the dots.

“Well. He wouldn’t have had the helmet,” you trailed off. Arthur’s head shot up.

“Because he gave it to you,” Arthur finished. Charles inhaled sharply as he looked over the protective gear in his hands.

Pascale had come close to you, a hand around your shoulder that rubbed up and down, trying to give some comfort.

The two boys looked as if they were going to cry. Charles let Arthur hold it.

“How? Why?” Charles questioned, tears threatening to fall.

“Well, I thought it had gotten destroyed or thrown away. I left it at my parent’s house, and when I told them I was moving out for reasons, they didn’t react well.” You didn’t want to give too much away. “I was sure that they were going to burn all of my things. But, I went back to see just in case. I was mostly correct; except they didn’t touch my closet. It was hiding in the back behind some clothes.” You remembered crying when you found it, holding it close for comfort. It had been one of the few things that you took from the house back to your apartment in Nice.

“I also wanted to bring it back, where it belongs.”

Charles glanced at you and then the helmet between Arthur’s fingers. “But, he gave it to you. You need to keep it.”

You shook your head. “Jules told me to keep it safe and to hold onto it for safe keeping. I always thought that I’d be able to give it back to him one day. I guess this is the closest thing I can do.”

Arthur gave the helmet back to his brother and walked over to you. You looked into his big blue eyes, filled with tears. Unable to hold back, he tucked his face into your neck, holding you tight. You squeezed your eyes closed, tears falling down your cheeks.

You knew that Arthur always felt bad about not being as close to his godfather, like Charles and Lorenzo had been. He had been 15 when Jules died, and you always wished that the family had had more time with him. Pressure was added on your other side. Looking over slightly, your eyes caught sight of Charles’s brown hair. You managed to put your other arm around him. You held the two brothers close, your heart melting.

Is this what a family is supposed to feel like?

Max’s family was a different dynamic. Yes, they enjoyed hugs and being close, but it wasn’t like this where you could hold each other for hours. Well, maybe Max would let you, he was so overdue for a giant group hug.

Arthur couldn’t get over the fact that you were so close. He hoped that you didn’t hear his heart racing. He’s waited this long; he can wait a little longer. His tears had dried up, but he never wanted to let you go. Your heart was too big and too fragile for anyone else to have it. But here you were, opening it up to his family. He couldn’t have asked for someone better to hold your place in his heart. He could only dream that you held him close to your heart, as he did with you to his.

You would never tell him, but you did.

Charles on the other hand could not stop the tears. He wondered how long you had waited. Shy, quiet you. Before this, he had seen you a couple of times before with Max at the beginning of the break. He’d often run into the two of you shopping or getting groceries. You’d always find a way to give a small wave, before turning to do something else while Max talked to him. He wondered what was so special about you. Max, in all his life, had never looked at something as he looked at you. It was different than the way he looked at Kelly. Heck, he even looked a Penelope differently. Charles had rolled his eyes a few more times than he’d like to admit whenever Arthur would bring you up in conversation. But now, as you tried to comfort him and his brother, he finally understood. You were the family that they were missing.

Pascale watched as the three of you broke your little hug. Smiles adorned your faces as you held the other close. She wished Lorenzo would have been here to meet you. She had a feeling that he and Charlotte would like you, as her other two sons did.

Their little celebration started moments after, the helmet at the center. Your smile never left your face for the rest of the night. You were sad that they didn’t let you sneak in one sip of the bottled drink.

“It’s probably not even good,” you told them as you took a sip of your drink.

“Y/n it is good. We French know what good alcohol is,” he took a sip. You raised an eyebrow and smirked as you saw Charles gawk at him.

“Arthur, you are not French,” you watched as Charles put an arm around Arthur’s neck. You were quick to grab his drink so it wouldn’t stain the carpet. “Yeah Charles, drag his ass!”

Arthur held out a hand, dramatically going down. “My best friend betraying me for my brother. Could this day get any worse?”

“Charles, you should have heard all the times he said that he was French when we would do videos.” You smirked evilly at the two.

“Y/n! You weren’t supposed to tell him!”

“Arthur, how many times to I have to tell you? WE ARE NOT FRENCH, WE ARE MONAGUESQE!!

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sometimesiwritebadly · 1 year

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Out of the Spotlight (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Garcia does a little totally harmless snooping and discovers Spencer’s secret girlfriend is a movie star.

Word Count: 3.2k

Notes: has it been almost two years since i posted on here? maybeee don’t worry about it. this is just pure fluff and some penelope/derek shenanigans

Masterlist

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Penelope Garcia is, occasionally, too curious for her own good. She really doesn’t mean to snoop in her friend’s lives like this, but to be fair, she didn’t know she was snooping in Spencer’s life when she started. She thought she was just learning more about her most recent celebrity obsession; rising star and incredible actress, Y/N Y/L/N. She hadn’t even gone too far with it yet, really! It all started after she’d left the movie theater, where she finally got to see Y/N’s newest movie with Derek. He dropped her off at home, and she decided to follow the actress on instagram and scroll through some of her posts. Which is when she found one from three months ago that looked weirdly familiar. It was just a picture of some bookshelves, but she couldn’t shake the feeling. Then she saw that Y/N had tagged the location, and it was in D.C. The celebrity hadn’t given up the exact name of the bookstore; a slight annoyance for Penelope, but she knew it was probably just so Y/N would be able to visit the place again without a crowd of fans or paparazzi, so she’d let it slide this time. Penelope isn’t one to frequent bookstores, but she remembered Spencer had taken herself and JJ to a small bookshop when they had decided their new year's resolutions would be to read more often. Spencer kept trying to get them to read the classics, but both women were shopping the romance section, much to Spencer’s annoyance. So, she called an amused Derek back to her place so he could take her there.

“So we’re doing this because some actress may have been to the same bookstore three months ago?” He asked, driving with one hand as he talked to Penelope.

“Well when you say it like that it sounds silly!” She said, still scrolling through the instagram page. “Besides, it’s not just that, a lot of these pictures are in Quantico! What’s a big name actress like her doing here?” Since the discovery of the bookshop picture, she’d found 3 more that were obviously in the city; a well known coffee shop, a mall Penelope has spent way too much money at, and a picture of a sign from the nearest highway. There were some others that she thought might be, but there was no definitive proof to be found.

“She probably just has family here, baby girl.”

“Um, do I look like an amateur to you, hot stuff? The first thing I looked for was her family, who are all happily living far, far, away, thank you very much.” The next picture she scrolled to gave her pause. It was a picture of a TV with a still from Y/N’s breakout show on it, but a coffee table, with someone’s sock-clad feet on it, was just barely visible. The socks were covered with the logo for her show. It was captioned “Will it ever stop being weird to see myself on TV?”

“Does this look familiar to you?” Penelope held the phone in Derek’s line of sight, causing him to swerve the car a little and push her hand out of the way.

“Do you think that could wait until I’m not driving?” Penelope just rolled her eyes, taking a screenshot of the picture for future reference. In just a few short minutes, they were pulling into the parking lot of the bookstore. Penelope rushed in, with Derek strolling behind her. She quickly found the spot that was featured in Y/N’s instagram post.

“See! Told ya it was here!” She said, showing Derek the picture so he could compare it himself.

“Yup, definitely it is the same place. I still don’t see why this is a big deal though.”

Penelope opened her mouth to argue with him, but was interrupted by the store’s owner; a little old lady. “Can I help you two find anything today?”

“Oh, no ma’am. I just saw your store on my favorite actress’s instagram, and wanted to see it for myself.” Penelope explained, feeling a little bad for wasting the woman’s time. Maybe she’d find a book to buy, even though she’s not even finished with the last book she bought here.

“Oh! Miss Y/L/N, right? She and her boyfriend are around here all the time! What a nice little couple; her boyfriend is a little skinny though, I really need to make some cookies for him the next time they come by.” The woman explained, walking over to the wall of the store to point to a framed picture of herself and Y/N, signed and all.

“She has a boyfriend?” Penelope asked, shocked that she hadn’t at least figured it out. In all her snooping of Y/N’s instagram, she hadn’t seen a hint of a boyfriend.

“Oh, yes. They’ve been coming around for, goodness, six months now? They always buy each other books, it’s so adorable. He always buys her one of the classics, I think it was Romeo and Juliet last time. She usually gets a romance of some kind.” That made sense; the most recent picture on her instagram was one of two books; Romeo and Juliet, and The Duke and I. Eventually, Penelope and Derek made their way out of the bookstore, and that was the end of Penelope’s investigation of Y/N Y/L/N’s life.

Well, the end of Penelope’s investigation for that week.

It’s not like Penelope could track down Y/N Y/L/N’s secret boyfriend…not without seriously abusing her FBI database and maybe breaking a few privacy laws. She almost forgot about the trip to the bookstore, but during a rare case where she actually got to join the team on the jet, she noticed Spencer was reading something out of character.

“Uh, Reid?” He looked up from the book he was reading.

“What’s up?” He said, quietly, as everyone else was sleeping after the long case.

“Why are you reading The Duke and I? I thought you were a total book snob?” She asked, sitting across from him.

“Oh, um,” Nothing could hide the slight blush that appeared on his face. “A friend of mine told me to read it.”

“Like a girlfriend?” Penelope teased, watching as his blush became even more noticeable.

“Y-yeah. Uh. Like a girlfriend.” Spencer opened the book back up, hiding behind its cover and promptly ending the conversation. He brought his feet up onto the small table in between them, causing his pants to ride up just enough to show off his socks. One sock was just plain black, but the other one was covered in the logo for a familiar TV show.

“Are you a fan of Y/N Y/L/N too?” Spencer just looked up in confusion.

“What?”

“Your sock, that’s her show right? It’s really good, I watched it in like a day.”

Spencer’s eyes went back to the book. “Uh, yeah. It’s a great show.”

Sure, Penelope thought he was acting a little weird, but that’s just Spencer. He doesn’t talk about his life outside of work too often, but she was glad he at least told her about the girlfriend. Even if he wouldn’t tell her her name, she was sure she could figure something out. So the next day, she updated Derek on her new information about Spencer.

“Wait wait wait, Spencer was wearing socks with the show’s logo? And reading The Duke and I?” The two of them had been walking towards the BAU kitchen to get a cup of coffee to help them get through the paperwork day, but Derek had stopped walking abruptly when Penelope gave him those details.

“That’s what you’re most interested in? Not the fact that Spencer has a girlfriend?” Penelope asked.

“C’mon baby girl, it’s obvious that Spencer’s been dating someone.”

“What! You knew! And you didn’t tell me?”

Derek laughed, resuming their walk towards coffee and letting Penelope hurry along behind him. “Sorry cupcake, I figured you knew too. He’s just been so happy for the past few months, in the way only a lady would make him.”

“Ugh, ok, well some of us aren’t profilers, Derek. What’s so important about the socks and book?”

“Well,” Derek grabbed the coffee pot, pouring some into Penelope’s mug as he spoke. “Just a few weeks ago you dragged me to a bookstore, where we learned about a certain couple. A couple where the guy likes classics and the girl likes romance, right?”

“Yeah-Oh! No! There’s no way you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting.”

“And didn’t Spencer get flustered when you mentioned her?” He asked, now pouring the coffee into his own mug.

“Oh my god! The socks!” Penelope pulled her phone out of the pocket, quickly making her way to the picture she’d saved. She showed it to Derek once again, this time zooming in on the coffee table. “Those are the socks he was wearing! On her instagram!”

“Uh, why are you staring at a picture of Spencer’s living room?” Penelope jumped, not having noticed that JJ was standing over her shoulder, looking at the picture on Penelope’s phone.

“Wait, you’re sure this is his living room? Like, 100%?” Penelope had never actually been to his place before.

“Uh, yeah, he babysits Henry a lot. Why, what’s the big deal about it?”

“Oh my god, Spencer is dating a movie star. Spencer Reid is dating a movie star!” Penelope couldn’t help but jump up and down, almost spilling her coffee.

And then Spencer walked into the room, promptly ending the gossip between coworkers before Spencer could hear.

Derek had made her promise to wait until Spencer was ready to talk about his relationship, but after an agonizing week, she felt like she was going to burst at the seams. So when she got a notification on their night off that Y/N had posted a new picture, she was aching to get more information about the secret relationship. This was, again, a picture in what she now knows is Spencer’s living room. This time, there was an open box of pizza on the table. It was captioned, “Lovely night in.”

So, naturally, Penelope immediately headed to Spencer’s.

~~~

Y/N doesn’t think it’s possible to be any more happy than she is right now.

8 months ago she’d just ended what was possibly the most disastrous relationship in the history of humankind. She’d made the classic mistake of dating a co-star; an older guy who was well known to be a bit of a playboy. The relationship had been extremely public; everything from their dates to their fights were somehow captured by paparazzi. His fans hated her, her fans hated him, and worst of all, the network was pushing them to be even more public in the hopes of gaining more viewers. At the end of it all, she was insanely grateful her character wouldn’t be returning for the next season as she was already booked for a movie. The only thing worse than breaking up with your co-star is having to continue playing his love interest.

And just when she was at her absolute lowest, having sworn off of ever dating someone in the spotlight again, she ran into Spencer.

After wrapping filming for a movie in Atlanta, the only reason she was even in D.C. was because her flight was forced to land early; a sudden storm was arriving and there was no way the plane would safely make it to New York. What started as an hour delay turned to three, then four, and before she knew it Y/N was stuck in town for a weekend.

She spent basically an entire day hiding away in her hotel room, so Y/N just had to get out and do something. It was still raining cats and dogs, and she’d never been in the city before, so she just googled the closest places that were still open. Luckily, there was a small bookstore just down the street, and there were a few books she’d heard about that she hadn’t had the chance to buy yet. So she put on her coat and practically ran to the store.

She was drenched and already regretting the decision to leave the hotel room by the time she walked into the building, but there was no point in turning back now. The place was practically empty anyways, Y/N only spotted an older woman reading a novel at the cash register. She slowly began browsing the shelves, not looking for anything in particular.

When she rounded one of the corners, however, she ran right into someone’s chest.

“Shit! I’m so sorry!” She immediately apologized, looking up to find a cute man staring back at her. “I wasn’t paying any attention, I assumed I was the only one in here.”

“That’s alright, I, um, I wasn’t paying attention either.”

The guy standing before her was holding various books, all reminding Y/N of the books she was supposed to read (but never actually read) for her high school English classes. “So, do you exclusively read books written before the 20th century or are you just taking a college class in-” She read the title of the book on top of his pile; a collection of short stories by Edgar Allen Poe. “-depressing gothic short stories?”

He laughed, rolling his eyes a bit. “I just like a bit of a challenge when reading. And it’s a rainy day, which calls for ‘depressing gothic short stories,’ not–” He glanced at the one book she’d picked up, a cartoon covered book called Red, White, and Royal Blue. “What I can only assume is a cheesy romance.”

Despite his insult of her choice in books, Y/N couldn’t help the smile on her face. “Well maybe I like reading books that are actually entertaining, not reading so I can be confused by convoluted metaphors.”

Just as he opened his mouth to respond, their conversation was disrupted. “Y/N Y/L/N? Aren’t you from that doctor show on television?” Y/N turned to see the woman that had been at the register earlier slowly walking over.

“That’s me! It’s nice to meet you!” Y/N’s real smile suddenly switched to a smaller, more practiced one. It’s not that she didn’t love meeting fans–she’d just been enjoying a conversation with someone who wasn’t treating her differently.

“Oh I knew I recognized you! My granddaughter loves her show, she was so upset when you decided to transfer to that fancy british hospital and…” The woman started rambling on a bit about the stuff her character had done and how her granddaughter reacted to it. Y/N glanced over at the guy she’d been talking to, who seemed entertained by the whole interaction. “...Anyways, do you think we could take a picture? My granddaughter will just never believe you were here!”

“Of course, um, do you mind taking it for us…?”

“Spencer. Yeah, I’ll take the picture for you. Do you have a camera, Mrs. Waverly?” Clearly the guy, Spencer, was a bit of a regular here if he knew her by name.

“Yes, yes, it’s around here somewhere…” The woman scrambled off, muttering to herself about where she’d last seen the camera.

“So…” Spencer spoke first, breaking the somewhat awkward silence while they waited for Mrs. Waverly. “You read cheesy romances and star in cheesy Grey’s Anatomy knockoffs?”

“Hey! It wasn’t a Grey’s-” His pointed look made her stop. “Ok, it was totally a Grey’s Anatomy knockoff, but I’m not on the show anymore so you can’t make fun of me for it!”

Mrs. Waverly finally reappeared, with an old polaroid camera in her hands. The two quickly took a picture, which Y/N happily signed for the woman. By the time both Y/N and Spencer had bought their books, the rain had slowed to a light drizzle.

“So, um…” Spencer started, but trailed off, not knowing what to say.

“My hotel is just down the street.” Y/N said, pointing in the right direction. Spencer’s eyes widened a bit before Y/N realized what she’d said. “Not that I’m like, inviting you to my hotel room, I’m not, that’d be crazy, I just-” She cut herself off, trying to not ramble anymore. “Do you wanna walk with me? Tell me more about your depressing book?”

Luckily, Spencer wasn’t put off by her rambling. “I’d love to. Poe isn’t always depressing, really…” He started, as the two of you walked slowly towards your hotel.

From there, the short walk turned into a coffee date the next day, which turned into long FaceTimes while one or both of you were in different cities, which lead to where you are now; 8 months deep in a relationship and finally in town with Spencer. He’d still have work of course, but you’d be in town for the next two months as your next job wasn’t starting for a while.

The two of you were basically in an extended honeymoon phase. Only your closest friends knew that you were dating anyone, so you never had to worry about it leaking to the press. You figured when the two of you got more serious you’d eventually have to go public with the relationship, but for now it was nice having something just for you.

You were in Spencer’s apartment, scrolling through Netflix looking for something new to watch, when Spencer arrived home from work.

“I think my team knows that we’re dating.”

“What?”

Spencer made his way to the couch, laying down next to Y/N as he continued, “Well obviously JJ knows, but she said she wouldn’t tell anyone. I’m sure Hotch and Rossi at least have figured out that I’m dating someone, but I don’t think they care enough to figure out who. But today Garcia and Morgan were just acting weird. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if-”

Spencer was cut off by a knock at the door. “Spencer Reid if you don’t open this door right now I’m making Derek kick it down!”

“Let me guess…that’s Garcia.” Y/N said, laughing as Spencer rolled his eyes and got up to open the door.

“Spencer, are you actually dating a movie star? And you didn’t tell me?” Garcia complained, not yet seeing Y/N sitting on the couch as she entered the room, solely focused on Spencer. Derek walked in next, immediately noticing Y/N and smiling at her. Y/N made her way over, trying not to laugh at Garcia’s widening eyes when she noticed her.

“Sorry, I think it’s my fault that he didn’t tell you. We’re just keeping things quiet right now.” You explained, “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Derek was the first to grab your hand. “Derek Morgan. I’m sorry about all this, she was just curious.”

“I’m Penelope! And you’re Y/N and I love your work so much you don’t even know!” Penelope began rambling, taking Y/N’s arm in hers and leading her over to the couch as she talked about her favorite parts of Y/N’s movie. Derek and Spencer slowly followed, talking amongst themselves.

“So…Spencer Reid and Y/N Y/L/N. How’d that happen?” Derek asked.

Spencer smiled, thinking back to that night 8 months ago. “We met in a bookstore last year.”

Derek laughed, because of course Reid would meet a girl at a bookstore. “You happy?”

Again, he smiled. “I’ve never been happier.”

~~~

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Good Company - Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader

WC: 4.4K / navi / preview

Summary: You’re stuck rooming with Hotch on your first case with the BAU. You’re confused as to why everyone is shooting you sympathetic glances, but a talk with Hotch himself reveals that he’s a lot softer than he lets on, and that you’re the only one who cared to notice.

Contents/Warnings: Hotch gets the love that he deserves !!!! Some self-doubt/self deprecation, and slight mentions of a typical cm case and its contents

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You didn’t think you’d ever looked forward to collapsing in a stiff hotel bed more than you were now. You had just finished day one of your first ever case on the job, and the paranoia settled in your chest almost outweighed your exhaustion.

It didn’t, though. You nearly fell asleep in the van, the snow blanketing the sidewalks as you made your way to your hotel for the night. You had been warned already that the heating system in the hotel was less-than-satisfactory, but you were determined to bury yourself under at least three blankets, and get as much sleep as possible until you had to be up again in the morning.

You were barely able to rouse yourself from your sleepy state when the van was parked, but you hauled yourself out into the snow anyways. Your bag was packed into the trunk, and you waited for Morgan to take his out first, slipping in beside him and letting the bag hang at your side.

You shuffled into the hotel lobby beside JJ, who smiled sympathetically at you. You were sure she’d had her fair share of late nights on the job, and you applauded her for being so strong.

Hotch, who had gone to talk to the receptionist, picked up four room keys, meaning two people per room. Penelope had (reluctantly) joined you for this case, as the local police department was sorely lacking in technological strength. You’d needed all hands on deck to sift through their security camera footage, and who better than your very own technical analyst?

You didn’t have time to plan out a roommate for the night, filing into the elevator with the rest of your team and offering a tired smile at Reid who caught your eye on the way in. Your eyes practically closed in the elevator, the soft hum of the machinery lulling you to sleep even though you were standing up.

Prentiss seemed to notice, snorting softly and bumping against your shoulder. You weren’t very balanced, your eyes shooting open as you stumbled sideways, knocking Hotch against the wall of the elevator. Your face hit his shoulder, your head bumping gently against the wall as he hurried to stabilize you. His hand found a grip around your waist, then flitted quickly to the small of your back once he’d hauled you onto your feet.

“I’m so sorry!” You rushed to steady yourself again, your eyes still panicked from your almost-fall, “I didn’t mean to-”

“Y/L/N,” Hotch let a miniscule, reassuring smile cross his features, “It’s fine. Are you okay? It looked like you hit your head.”

“I’m fine,” You raised your free hand to brush gently over where you’d hit the wall, feeling no residual pain, “It didn’t hurt.”

Hotch nodded at you, his eyes drifting back to Prentiss who stood casually in the corner, chatting with Reid and trying to pretend like she hadn’t been the reason for your fall. You noticed a hint of sternness in his gaze, though you had to look away before you could evaluate it, just in case he caught you staring.

Thankfully, you only had to go to the fourth floor of the hotel. If you had stood in that elevator for much longer, you would have died, either out of exhaustion or embarrassment from ramming into your boss.

Finally the elevator stopped, the doors sliding open before you. You had to let Rossi and Morgan out before you, but you filed quickly behind them, purposely bumping into Prentiss on the way out. She only smirked, and you reluctantly let a smile flit over your face, your friendly teasing amusing to you both.

You had half a mind to ask to room with her, but you didn’t have time to do anything about that before Hotch was turning to face you all. You hadn’t noticed him slip past you to be at the front of the group, and you hoped that he’d missed you shoving Prentiss in the hallway.

“Okay, let’s pair up.” He spoke simply, and you turned to Emily, realizing that she was already headed towards JJ. You floundered slightly, watching as Garcia clung tight to Morgan’s arm, the pair already giggling about some stupid joke.

You sought out Reid next, but he was in the middle of rambling animatedly to Rossi about a documentary that he’d been wanting to share with the man, and not even Rossi’s half-panicked expression at his new roommate was enough to get you to interrupt him and ask to be his roommate instead.

Before you could process the situation, you felt a tentative hand on your shoulder.

“It looks like we’re together for the night.” Hotch murmured, his voice low between you in the dim hallway, “I’m sorry you didn’t have much choice.”

You frowned at his apology, your mouth falling open to ask him to clarify, but he was already taking your bag from your hands, hoisting it over his shoulder and tossing everyone else their keys.

“Everyone meet back at the precinct by seven tomorrow,” Hotch made eye contact with each of his agents, “And get some sleep. We need to be on top of our game.”

You waved a brief goodbye to everyone as Hotch opened his door, catching Morgan’s eye as he mouthed an, ‘I’m sorry,’ at you. His sympathy confused you just as much as Hotch’s earlier statement had, and your frown only deepened, hearing the door click behind you as the lock was turned.

“Go ahead,” Hotch pushed the door open for you, your bag still hiked over his shoulder, “You can pick which bed you want.”

You felt around blindly for a light switch, your fingers curling around it when you felt the cool plastic. A quick flick of the switch revealed not two twin beds, but one queen bed, standing proudly in the middle of the room, like it was taunting you.

Hotch seemed to notice at the same time that you did, a soft, ‘Oh.’ coming from behind you as you stilled in the door. You broke out of your trance a second later, making a beeline for the loveseat that stood against the wall.

“I’ll stay here for the night,” You reached for your bag, but he stepped away from you, frowning skeptically at the sofa.

“You need to get a good night’s sleep, Y/N. This is your first time here, you can’t compromise your health like that. I can take it for the night, it’s okay.”

“No!” You urged, “No, I’d feel so guilty if I made you sleep on that. Seriously, it’s fine, I don’t mind.”

“I do,” Hotch frowned, glancing tentatively at the bed, waiting a moment before speaking again, ‘It’s big enough to share, if you’re comfortable with that.”

You were glad that he’d suggested the somewhat compromising sleeping arrangement, because you hadn’t been looking forward to sleeping on what was sure to feel like cinderblocks. But you didn’t want to push his boundaries, so you had stayed silent.

At his offer you nodded with a soft smile on your face, “That’s fine with me.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly, no longer stiff under the dark fabric of his suit jacket. He set your bag beside the bed, letting his fall to the floor with an unceremonious thump on the other side.

You were glad that you’d showered that morning, not wanting to waste any possible sleeping time in a hotel bathroom.

“I’m gonna shower tonight,” He seemed to have read your thoughts, gesturing to the bathroom, “Did you wanna go first?”

“I’ll take one in the morning,” You waved him off, “Go ahead.”

He nodded, grabbing a change of clothes from his bag and locking himself in the tiny bathroom. You heard the shower turn on while you were reaching for a book in your bag, and you could tell just by the sound of the water that the pressure was terrible. You weren’t looking forward to tomorrow morning.

You busied yourself with your book while Hotch was in the shower, your eyes drooping steadily. You didn’t want to go to sleep yet, though, because if Hotch came out of the shower and saw you asleep, you knew he’d make an extra effort to be quiet, and you didn’t want to inconvenience him.

Your eyes scanned the page in front of you, but your mind wandered. Why had both Morgan and Hotch apologized to you before you got inside? What were they apologizing for? You tried wracking your brain, but the only thing you could think of that would warrant an apology was Prentiss knocking you over in the elevator, and even she hadn’t apologized for that.

You finally gave into your curiosities when you heard the shower shut off, grabbing your phone and pulling up Morgan’s contact.

Hey, you typed, your fingers slightly less nimble than they normally were as you fought your exhaustion, Why did you apologize earlier? What were you sorry for?

He replied fairly quickly, and you rolled your eyes fondly at the knowledge that he wasn’t asleep yet. You weren’t sure if he or Penelope would sleep at all that night, too caught up in giggling and making jokes and enjoying each others’ presence.

‘You got the short end of the stick. No one ever rooms with Hotch. You’re gonna have a long night.’

Why? You replied, your brows furrowing. Did he kick in his sleep? Did he snore? Did he set obnoxious alarms for way too early in the morning?

‘Are you kidding? He’s a hardass! I can’t imagine sharing a room with him, is he barking orders at you? Has he demanded you be in bed, lights out yet?’

He’s not always like that, You scoffed lightly at Morgan’s judgements, He’s a normal person??

‘I think I’ve seen him smile twice.’

Well that sounds like he’s got nothing to smile about around you, You typed out bitterly, uneasiness growing in your chest as you realized why Hotch was probably so reserved around the office, And I wouldn’t either if my coworkers expected me to bite their heads off 24/7.

You didn’t bother replying to whatever half-joke that Morgan made back, setting your phone on the nightstand with a huff. Something inside of your chest ached as you realized that your team regarded your boss as only that, and never considered the person that he was outside the office. You were well aware that Hotch had been through significant trauma in his life, and was surlier than most. But you also knew that he wasn’t like that all the time. You’d seen him smile three times over the past two days, all centered around pictures and videos of his son that he’d been sent. Apparently no one was looking hard enough at their boss to see who he was underneath the title, and his mannerisms made sense now.

The bathroom door opened, and Hotch stepped out onto the thick hotel carpet. You glanced up from your book and offered him a smile at his reentry, and you saw the neutral frown on his face lift slightly.

“Aren’t you tired?” He gestured to the book in your hands, and you shrugged.

“I didn’t wanna pass out and then force you to tiptoe around for the rest of the night. I’ll sleep soon.”

His face fell slightly, and he wrestled with his suit jacket, slipping it over the hanger that he’d stored his dress shirt on, “Y/N, I’m sorry for making you think…” He started, but his face darkened even more and he thought better of it, shaking his head, “You- you can go to sleep. I want you to rest well, this is your first case on the job and you need to take care of yourself.”

You didn’t point out his usage of your first name, but it only further proved your point. He dropped his professional air in the privacy of the hotel room, addressing you as a person and not as a subordinate.

“No, no, it’s okay. I actually wanted to ask you something,” You set your book aside, shifting your body so that you were facing him as he hung up his suit, “Is that okay?”

“Go ahead,” He looked confused, a frown wrinkling his brows, “Is everything okay?”

“You tell me,” You let out a breathy laugh, “Why do you keep apologizing?”

“What do you mean?”

‘First you apologized when we paired up for the night. Now you’re apologizing because I wasn’t already asleep. What are you sorry for in both of those scenarios?”

A resigned smile crossed his features at your words, a pretty sight but one that saddened you, “I’m very well known among the team as the one to avoid rooming with.”

“Do you kick in your sleep or something?” You voiced a concern from earlier, “‘Cause if I’m gonna end up on the floor, I’ll just take the couch.”

“I think you’d be better off sleeping on the floor than the couch,” Hotch threw a disdainful glance at the sofa in the corner, “But no, I think everyone’s just scared to room with their boss.”

“That’s dumb.” You huffed, your words deepening the smile on his face, “It’s not like we’re on the clock or anything.”

“I’m sure I’m not the best company either way,” He mused, his eyes anywhere but meeting your own, “I don’t blame them for avoiding me.”

As his smile widened, your frown did the same. He spoke of his terrible reputation with a wistful air, like he wanted to change it but didn’t know how, or didn’t think he could. The ache in your chest felt like it was splitting you apart by now, the man standing in front of you wringing your heart out with his admission.

“You’re great company.” You spoke, and you watched his eyes widen slightly. He froze for a second, then his hands continued fumbling with his tie, his cheeks growing rosy.

“I’m glad you think so,” He murmured, “Haven’t heard that in a while.”

“Hotch,” You crawled across the bed, kneeling on his side, “Do you believe them?”

“What do you mean?” He hummed, though he continued fussing with his belongings instead of looking at you.

“Do you believe the team when they make jokes about you? About how you’re no fun, or that you’re too serious?”

“I am too serious,” He let out a breathy laugh, “Just because they’re made as jokes doesn’t mean they’re not true.”

“But you’re not always like that!” You urged, “You have a life outside of work. Just because they don’t always see it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist, or that it’s not really you. I’ve seen you smile, and laugh, and crack jokes, and I’ve only been here for a month.”

“I…” Hotch started, opening his mouth to speak and shutting it again quickly. You could see the conflict brewing behind his eyes, then finally he found his voice again, “Why are you doing this?”

“Why am I doing what?”

“Why are you trying to persuade me that I’m fun to be around?”

“Because you are.” You spoke plainly, shifting your legs so that they hung over the side of the bed, “And I don’t want you to keep thinking you’re not.”

“I appreciate your efforts,” Hotch let a smile break through his expression again, this time much more genuine and positive, “But you’re going to have to listen to them say stuff like that for as long as you work here.”

“Well they can say whatever they want, we’ll know it’s not true.”

Hotch’s smile only grew, and he shook his head slightly, glancing down at the ground, “You’re very persistent.”

“Is it working?”

“Yes,” He finally glanced up at you, appreciation painted over his face, “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Anytime,” You grinned, scooting back to your side of the bed, “And if they ever bother you again, I’ll take care of ‘em.” You waved a fist in the air threateningly, and it drew an incredulous laugh from Hotch who crawled under the blankets beside you, occupying the spot you’d just vacated.

“I’d love to see Prentiss’s face when she realizes you’re my protector now.”

The teasing title warmed your heart, as did the soft smile on Hotch’s face. He looked comfortable, not only physically in his flannel pajama bottoms and t-shirt, but emotionally as well, if his eyes lingering on your own was any evidence.

“I’d love to get her back for pushing me in the elevator,” You recalled nearly tipping Hotch over, “Just say the word and I’ll attack.”

You could tell that your joke amused him, but at the mention of the near-disaster earlier, his smile faded. He reached out without thinking, the gesture somewhat intimate in the bed between you, his fingers brushing softly over the spot on your head that you’d bumped.

“Are you-” He intended to make sure you were okay, but he seemed to realize just how intimate the touch really was, blushing softly once more, “Sorry, I didn’t think- I just wanted to make sure…”

“It’s fine,” You waved off his concerns, slightly disheartened when he pulled his hand away, “My head doesn’t hurt at all.”

“Do you remember your name?” He recovered from his momentary awkwardness quickly, raising one eyebrow in a teasing expression.

“No,” You let out a yawn, the gesture aiding your sentence perfectly, “But I think that’s because of how tired I am, not because I have a concussion.”

“I hope you’re right.” Hotch murmured, reaching blindly behind him to feel for the light switch, pointedly not turning away from you, “Good night, Y/N.”

“Night Hotch,” You mumbled, your eyes slipping shut, “See you in the morning.”

He hummed softly, flicking the light off and settling his head on the pillow, “You can call me Aaron.”

“Tomorrow,” Your brain could barely form the thoughts you wanted to get out, too consumed already by exhaustion, “I’m too sleepy tonight.”

He let out a soft laugh, and you felt his knee gently graze yours beneath the blankets, “Right, tomorrow.”

It turned out that Aaron didn’t set obnoxious alarms for way too early in the morning, his phone chiming at only six-thirty. You weren’t even sure if you’d be able to make it to the precinct on time, but you appreciated the extra sleep.

You were much closer than you remembered being to Aaron in the queen bed, the both of you having shifted in your sleep to be pressed against one another. One of his hands was wound around your waist, the other beneath your head, acting as your pillow. One of your hands was resting between you two, spread out over his broad chest, as the other was slung over his shoulders. The proximity left a strange, warm feeling in the pit of your stomach, but you chalked it up to the stifling heat you’d awoken to.

Aaron’s alarm was still chirping on the nightstand, but apparently he couldn’t hear it from where he was burrowed into the crown of your head. Your face was tucked neatly into his neck,and you felt his breath fan out over your skin. You smiled fondly at the way he’d snuggled up to you in his sleep, knowing full well that he hadn’t intended to, and would be adorably bashful once he found out.

You kept your promise from the night before, gently patting his shoulder when he didn’t stir at the alarm, “Aaron,” You mumbled sleepily, “Aaron, it’s time to get up. We’ve gotta get back to the precinct.”

He groaned gruffly, his arms only tightening around you. You giggled softly at his haziness, this time patting his chest, “Come on! We’ll get so much shit if we’re late.”

He stayed still for a moment, but you could feel him gradually waking up, a long sigh escaping him after a yawn, “I thought you said it didn’t matter what the team said.”

You groaned as he quoted your statement from the night before, reluctantly wriggling away from him, “Yeah, but I also wanna find this woman and go home.”

He seemed to agree with that argument, his arms loosening in their grip around you. You blinked slowly as you woke yourself up completely, and because of the way that Aaron had pulled back, his face was level with yours. You felt his eyes on you, and you blearily stared at him too, returning the soft smile that he gave you.

“You slept well?” You guessed at the reason for the bashful grin on his face.

“Best I’ve slept in forever,” You decided not to look into his flattering statement too far, your eyes glued to his own as you agreed.

“Me too.” You prolonged the eye contact for moment, and you could have sworn that he shifted slightly closer to you. Your heart began racing, any leftover drowsiness from waking up completely gone as you watched him inch forward. Your hand was still braced on his chest and you let your fingers curl gently into the front of his shirt, ready to let your eyes slip closed when his phone rang on the nightstand.

He froze, his lovesick gaze on you remaining for only a moment. Then, he was arching backwards, grabbing the phone from his nightstand and sitting up to hold it to his ear. Your hand fell away from his chest, and you caught your breath while he spoke to whoever was on the end of the line.

“Yeah, we’re coming.” He rubbed a hand over his face, still clearly half asleep, “We’ll be there soon.”

He hung up, setting the phone back on his nightstand and turning to face you. You hauled yourself upright, your heart still pounding in your chest. You would give anything to be trapped in that singular, serene moment until the end of time, the closeness and intimacy of what could have been tempting you more than anything ever had before.

“We’re a little late,” He smiled fondly at you while you checked your phone, “We should head over there now.”

“I’ll go get dressed,” You gestured to the bathroom, “I’ll be right back.”

You missed the way that his eyes tracked you as you headed into the bathroom, your clothes for the day in hand. A certain adoration lined his eyes, and he had to shake himself out of his daze to get himself dressed.

You were changed faster than he thought you’d be, because when you stepped out of the bathroom once more, he was half-naked. His slacks were unzipped, his chest on full display as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Your cheeks flared, and he bit his cheek, containing the smirk that threatened to slip past his lips as you hurried to your side of the bed, shoving your pajamas in your bag haphazardly.

He tucked his now-buttoned shirt into his slacks, buttoning them and reaching for his belt. He saw the way that your eyes lingered on his hands while they slid the leather strap through the loops on his slacks, and he basked in your attention.

“We can grab breakfast on the way,” Next he went after his tie, slinging it haphazardly over his neck, “There’s this place down by the precinct that we can drive-” He stopped dead in his sentence as he reached for his bag, feeling your hand on his arm. You turned him to face you, your eyes flitting to the tie over his neck rather than his own that stared down questioningly at you.

Your fingers twisted the tie around itself, brushing against his chest far more often than they needed to. But he relished the contact, finally letting his smile grow over his cheeks once more as you tied his tie.

You adjusted it once the knot was in place, tightening it to his neck and tugging at his collar when it threatened to crease, “There.”

“Thanks.” At his voice, you looked up at him, and your eyes widened slightly with just how close you were.

You were trapped in another one of those suspenseful moments, the ones that had your heart fluttering and your breath catching in your throat. You so desperately wanted Aaron to kiss you, and he so desperately wanted you to kiss him, but all anyone did was stare into the other’s eyes. Your smiles grew the longer you stared, his eyes twinkling in adoration as yours shimmered similarly in excitement.

You stood frozen, close enough to each other that you shifted forwards slightly, and were pressed against his chest. Your bold move seemed to give him all of the confirmation that he needed, and his large, rough hands came up to cup your cheeks, tilting your face upwards. He leaned down in one confident swoop, his lips pressing to yours as his eyes fell shut.

Your hands twisted themselves desperately in the collar of his suit jacket, tugging him impossibly closer to you by the fabric. He seemed to understand what you wanted, deepening the kiss while setting a hand on your hip, tugging you in closer. Your cheek was cold now that Aaron’s hand wasn’t covering it, but the warmth that his lips brought you filled your chest and flushed to your cheeks, heating you right back up.

You let out a soft hum into the kiss, a sound that made his hand tighten in its grip around your hip. His tongue swiped sensually over your lower lip, and you wanted nothing more than to part your lips, granting him the access he so confidently sought.

You would have done it, too, if there hadn’t been rampant pounding on the door only seconds after he’d kissed you.

“Guys,” Morgan’s voice was slightly annoyed, something you’d never heard from the man directed at his boss, “Come on! We’re all waiting on you, are you even up?”

Aaron sighed, breaking away from the kiss and resting his forehead against yours. He had a sheepish grin on his face, making him look as youthful as you’d ever seen him, and he mumbled an apology against your lips.

“We’ll continue this later?” He murmured, keeping his voice low enough so that Morgan couldn’t hear it from outside.

“Definitely,” You nodded, for once hoping that you’d drag out the case long enough to stay another night, “I think we should start rooming together more often.”

Aaron reluctantly let you go as the knocking intensified, but the soft smile was still lingering on his face, “They’re gonna think you’re crazy.”

“Let them,” You started for the door, swinging it open and dodging Morgan’s fist which was still knocking on nothing, not noticing that you’d opened the door. The man glared exasperatedly at you, expecting an explanation as to why you'd been so unresponsive, but you didn't grant him one. Instead, you turned back to Aaron, who had stiffened slightly at the near-accident, sending him a reassuring smile, “I don’t care.”

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hello friends ✨ and welcome back to Weekly Tag Game Wednesday! i'm your host (this week), macy, and today we're getting Back to Basics with a good old-fashioned getting-to-know-you tag game!

(disclaimer: there is presently a glitch with tumblr that only allows you to tag 5 people per line in your text posts. to remedy that, you can separate your tags into different lines as i have at the bottom of this post to ensure that everyone that's tagged knows they've been tagged!)

let's get started!

name: macy

age: i am flirty and thriving

your time zone: CDT, or UTC-5

what do you do for work? i'm a supervisor at a major coffee chain

do you have any pets? three cats: penelope, winston, and julius pepperwood

what first drew you to this fandom? it was quarantine. a friend sent me a youtube video (a compilation of gallavich scenes) and said i think you would like this show, but fair warning, it's heavy. i'd given it a try in the past but only made it to 1x06 (a tragedy) and decided to give it another go. three and a half years later, here we are.

are you a morning person or a night owl? primarily a morning person, sometimes both

what are your hobbies? writing, reading, fandom-ing, making super niche playlists

how tall are you? 5' 5" or 165cm

if you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? ireland, probably. or that one greek island with all the cats

favorite color? green

favorite book? ask me again when i've made a better dent in my TBR

favorite movie? some like it hot

favorite fic? Love is a Ballfield, TIPDIG, or Old Rules

favorite musical artist: billie eilish + chappell roan

what is your average screen time so far this week? 3hrs 57min

what's the first app you open in the morning? discord (good morning pals!)

how long have you been on tumblr? 13 years

finally (and i know this one is hard) tell me a fun fact about yourself: i'm amazing at parallel parking. like, i am stupid good at it. and i taught myself how to do it because my parents refused to teach me how to drive when i was 15 because it was "too stressful" lmao

tags below the cut!

i'm tagging @gardenerian, @palepinkgoat, @deedala, @mybrainismelted, @jrooc,

@blue-disco-lights, @energievie, @michellemisfit, @tanktopgallavich, @vintagelacerosette,

@sickness-health-all-that-shit, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @whatwouldmickeydo, @metalheadmickey,

@heymrspatel, @7x10mickey, @gallawitchxx, @howlinchickhowl, @the-rat-wins,

@mmmichyyy, @doshiart, @transmickey, @lee-ow, @callivich,

@deathclassic, @stocious, @too-schoolforcool, @darlingian, @sxltburn,

@sluttymickey, @thisdivorce, @grumble-fish, @xninetiestrendx, @creepkinginc,

@crossmydna, @y0itsbri, @captainjowl, @astaraels, @ardent-fox

@wehangout, @arrowflier, @iansw0rld

love you guyyyyys! 🌟

#weekly tag game wednesday

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neon-lights-and-glitter · 7 months

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Single Hearts - Part 2 Introductions

Summary- Jack and Sage see each other for the second time at their kid's school concert, where Jack remembers to introduce himself this time.

As soon as Jack got home and put Melody to bed, he had one goal, to somehow find Sage. He looked at the tagged location of the amusement park, hoping that maybe she had posted something, but she didn’t. Was it a little stalkerish? Yes. But Jack didn’t intend to be a stalker, he just hadn’t felt the way that he felt when he was talking to Sage about anyone else. Even the few girls that he had gone on dates with since his divorce.

The next afternoon Penelope was picking up Melody from Jack’s house. Even though she had a key to Jack’s house, she still knocked.

“Melody, you’re Mom’s here, do you want to open the door?” Jack asked, Melody nodded, getting up from the couch and running to the front door.

“Mommy!!” Melody yelled, reaching up to hug Penelope’s waist.

“Hi Mel, did you have fun yesterday?” Penelope asked and Melody nodded excitedly.

“Yeah!! Look at what Daddy won me!” Melody ran to the living room and Penelope followed her as Melody picked up a teddy bear.

“Woah, that’s so cool!” Penelope smiled, greeting Jack as she walked in.

“And Daddy met a girl!” Melody said. After Sage and Charlotte walked away, Melody asked who Sage was, but Jack had no answer.

“Oh, he did?” Penelope asked Melody. “Like a girl or a fan?” Penelope asked Jack, sitting down on the couch. Jack couldn’t stop the blush that appeared on his cheeks.

“Well, both, but the girl Melody’s talking about didn’t know who I was, or at least I don’t think she did.”

“What was her name?” Penelope asked Jack.

“I forgot to get her name or number,” Jack said quickly and quietly.

“You forgot?” Penelope asked, looking at Jack. “I knew you were bad at picking up girls, but I didn’t realize you were that bad,” she teased. Melody was back to playing with her Barbies on the living room floor.

“Hey, I got you to not only date me, but I got you to marry me, so I had to have done something right.”

“I might have married you, but it certainly was not because of your pickup lines,” She teased again. “She could have been the love of your life, but you forgot to get her name.”

“I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?” Jack asked, laughing softly.

“Nope,” Penelope giggled. “Ready to go Melody?” Penelope asked as she stood up from the couch.

“Can I bring my new stuffed animal and my Barbies?” Melody asked and Penelope nodded.

“Yeah, go get a bag to carry them in,” Penelope said, Melody ran to her room.

“Don’t forget about Melody’s school concert on Friday. I know you haven’t forgotten before, but, I just wanted to remind you,” Penelope said.

“I’ll be there. I’m picking her up from school after right?” Jack asked to confirm.

“Yeah.”

“Can I pick her up Wednesday too? I’ll bring her to school on Thursday.” “Yeah, I don’t mind,” Penelope said as Melody ran out of her room with her bag, putting her stuffed animal and Barbies inside. Melody walked over to Jack and Penelope, Jack picked her up.

“Be good for your Mom, I’m going to come pick you up from school on Wednesday, okay?” Jack asked and Melody nodded excitedly.

“Yay! Can we have a movie night?”

“Maybe, you still have to go to school the next day. I’ll call you before you go to bed to say goodnight and then you can tell me all about your day,” Jack said, kissing Melody on the cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too Daddy,” Melody said, kissing his cheek before he put her down.

It never got easier for Jack or Penelope to say goodbye to Melody. The hardest part of their divorce was being unable to be with their daughter all the time.

Jack and Penelope showed up at Melody’s school on Friday together for her school concert. Every year Melody’s elementary school had two separate school concerts. One was for kindergarten through second grade, and the second was for third through fifth.

Jack and Penelope found seats in the crowded room. They stopped a couple of times to talk to other parents. Jack and Melody made small talk until the show started.

As soon as the kindergarten class was led out on stage, Jack swore he saw the daughter of the woman he met at the theme park. The chances that their daughters went to the same school were slim and Jack knew that. Jack quickly scanned the room but because of how the seats were set up he didn’t see Sage. Jack sighed softly as he leaned back in his seat.

“Are you looking for someone?” Penelope asked after the kindergarten class was walked off stage. Jack shook his head.

“No, I thought I might have seen the daughter of the girl I met the other day, but I don’t know for sure,” Jack said.

They watched as the first-grade class did their performance, then the second-grade class which included their daughter.

After about an hour and a half of watching kids sing off-key and out of time, they were children so it was still cute.

Since the concert was towards the end of the day, most parents decided to check their kids out for the day. Sage was one of those parents. Everyone crowded the exit and Sage decided to stay back for a few minutes until it cleared out.

“Holy fuck,” Jack muttered under his breath as his eyes landed on Sage who was standing on the opposite side of the room.

“Jack, you can’t curse in a school,” Penelope said. “But what?”

“That’s the woman I met the other day.”

“Oh my god. You have to go talk to her,” Penelope said. “This is like some stereotypical fan fiction where the guy gets a second chance after he does something stupid and forgets any way to contact her. And then they fall in love and get married. Happily ever after type shit,” Penelope looked in the direction that Jack was.

“Don’t make it obvious you’re looking. I’m nervous, maybe she won’t see me,” Jack said.

“You’re six foot three, be real, everyone can see you, you aren’t hiding anywhere,” Penelope teased.

“I can’t just go up to her. What would I even say?” Jack asked. He never thought that he would see her again so he was nervous.

“Just go up and introduce yourself,” Penelope said. “If you don’t I’ll go be your wing women and do it for you.”

“I never thought my ex-wife would be so adamant that I go introduce myself to another woman,” Jack muttered.

“Well for one, we both agreed to end the marriage. Two, I can tell just by the fact that you got so nervous you forgot something so simple as getting her name, that you like her,” she said.

Jack looked towards the other side of the room where Sage was standing. Charlotte ran up to her mom, Sage picked her up and placed her on her hip. Jack could tell just by the way Charlotte was smiling and giggling that Sage was telling her how good she did and how proud she was of Sage.

“Go before she leaves.”

“Okay,” Jack sighed softly before starting to walk away.

“And don’t forget to get her name this time,” Penelope joked, if there weren’t children around, Jack would have flipped her off.

Jack slowly made it across the room, trying to think of what he wanted to say, but the second he reached Sage, his mind went blank.

“Hi, I’m Jack. I believe we met at the Six Flags the other day. Well, it’s Kentucky Kindom now, but I always still call it Six Flags. I don’t know why I said that. Um, anyways, I just wanted to introduce myself, since I didn’t then,” Jack rambled on, Sage giggled softly.

“I’m Sage, it’s nice to know your name,” Sage joked.

“I’m Charlotte!” The little girl in Sage’s arms introduced herself happily.

“You did amazing on stage Charlotte!” Jack said and Charlotte smiled but hid her face in Sage’s neck.

“She’s shy,” Sage said, rubbing her back.

“It’s okay,” Jack smiled at Sage. “I was wondering if maybe I could get your number or something.” Jack paused before getting nervous again. “Maybe we could get our kids together for a playdate or something.”

Sage couldn’t help but be disappointed that he only mentioned a playdate between their kids, but she nodded anyway.

“Yeah, I think Charlotte would like that, wouldn’t you?” Sage asked Charlotte, she looked up before nodding.

“I like playdates,” Charlotte said before Jack and Sage gave each other their numbers. Penelope and Melody walked over to Jack.

“Hi princess, you did amazing, I’m so proud of you,” Jack said, picking up Melody to hug her. Melody giggled.

“Thank you,” Melody smiled. “Can we go get ice cream like you promised?”

“Of course.”

“Can Mommy come?” Melody asked Jack, Jack nodded.

“Sure, if she doesn’t have something else to do,” Jack told Melody and Melody looked to Penelope.

“Mommy, come get ice cream with us!”

“Okay, I’ll join,” Penelope smiled at Melody and Jack before turning to Sage. “Sorry about Melody interrupting you guys she wanted to see her dad.”

“Oh that’s completely okay, she can interrupt anytime she wants, especially if it’s to see her dad,” Sage smiled. “I’m Sage by the way.”

“I’m Penelope, it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too. Charlotte and I will let you all go have your ice cream date, Penelope, I gave Jack my number but either of you can text or call me and we can try and set up that playdate.” Sage smiled at the three of them before they all said goodbye and Sage and Charlotte walked away, on to their own little celebration.

“Did she just say playdate?” Penelope asked, turning to Jack.

“I got nervous,” Jack admitted.

“At least you got her name and number this time.”

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honeypiehotchner · 10 months

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Devil's Backbone (Unsub!Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part nine

We'll be back to Wed/Fri next week I promise!! Btw I listened to "Decode" a lot while writing more of Hotch spiraling so......

Warnings: reader dealing w the aftermath of how Hotch treated her in the last chapter, more lies

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Nine: How did we get here? -- "Decode" by Paramore

After you left, Hotch continued talking to himself for a few seconds before “ending” the phone call. He felt stupid faking a call, but he needed you to leave and not ask questions. He knew you had questions, and that was worrisome.

He hadn’t meant for all of that to happen. But he felt better now, reinvigorated, so that was worth it, he supposed. He needed the boost of energy. He had unsubs to find. You would understand.

The unsub who ran would be hard to find, Hotch knew that. He was good at hiding, it was what took them so long to track him down in the first place, and they wouldn’t have if it weren’t for the kid.

But there were others Hotch could take care of in the meantime. One in particular was just a few hours south. He could use a road trip.

+++

You didn’t tell anyone about your night with Aaron. You couldn’t. You were barely able to make sense of it in your own mind, let alone speak it out loud to someone else.

The way he handled you. It was different from before. His hands had changed.

You took the day off from work, telling Rossi you just needed to sleep. The last case exhausted you; that was all. He tried to press, but eventually let you go.

But you didn’t sleep. You slept after having sex with Aaron because you were past the point of exhaustion. You had no choice but to sleep, but now you weren’t tired enough. Your mind was still awake and running wild with questions.

You replayed the night over in your brain until it felt like it didn’t happen at all.

You laid on your couch, stared at the ceiling, and dozed. Remade the night in your head until it was a fantasy of what could’ve been if he had only let you in and let you love him in the first place.

Your phone rang and you wished it was Aaron, but knew it wasn’t. It was Penelope.

You rolled over, and let your voicemail answer.

+++

Hotch made good time driving south to North Carolina. Between energy drinks and chewing Excedrin, he barely needed to sleep at all. The four-hour drive breezed past, and soon he was sitting outside the unsub’s neighborhood, waiting.

He thought too much about you. Turning the radio as loud as it went did nothing to fight off the images of you that flashed before his eyes.

The previous version of him, before Foyet, would have called you instead of repeatedly searching the radio for something interesting. He always ended back up on the news, wanting to hear what was going on locally. Sometimes he checked national news, and sometimes he checked specific forums that he knew to watch, just in case he appeared there.

His stomach growled, and he cussed at it. He knew he should’ve eaten something before parking, but he couldn’t get this unsub off his mind. He’d eat after he handled this unsub. That was a deal he made for himself. He’d be hungry after this, and he needed to drive back to Quantico tonight, too. He couldn’t stay.

It took a few hours until Hotch saw the unsub’s car returning to the neighborhood. Hotch waited a few minutes before jumping out of his car and following.

With his gun tucked in the waistband of his jeans on his back, he knew what he had to do. He didn’t have as much time as he wanted with this unsub, but that was fine. He walked right up to his house, bypassing the open garage to ring the doorbell out front. The unsub answered with a confused greeting.

The ruse worked all the same. The unsub let Hotch into his house willingly, asking “Gideon” how he had been. How nice it was of him to check in. How the unsub had his life turned around.

Hotch waited until the unsub bent to grab drinks from the fridge. He shot him twice in the back of the head and neck, and left him there. The unsub lived alone, but someone would find out eventually. It wasn’t Hotch’s business.

He closed the garage and shut the lights off before he left. No one was home, after all.

+++

You went back to work after one day off. You needed to get off the couch and out of your apartment before you drove yourself insane with overthinking.

What the hell were you thinking? Going to Hotch’s place and going inside like that. Letting him do those things to you. No one could ever know about that. You knew that much. It had to remain a secret. You weren’t supposed to have any contact with him. You knew that, and you broke that rule. Foolishly. You knew better than that.

Penelope was the first to ask how you were doing. You swore she had special senses or something because she was waiting for you when you got off the elevator.

“Hey,” she called out, walking beside you, her heels clicking on the floor. “Rossi said you stayed home yesterday out of the blue. I tried calling you but it went to voicemail.”

“I know, I’m sorry Pen,” you tried to smile. “I was just really tired so I didn’t look at my phone or anything.”

“Okay,” she frowned. “Can I do anything? Tea? Do you want to get lunch together?”

“Sure,” you conceded, smiling genuinely then. “I’d love that. Let’s do lunch.”

“Awesome,” she grinned, her pink lipgloss sparkling with her smile. “I’m off to the cave. Come see me if you need anything, okay?”

You nodded. “I will, thanks Pen.”

Her concern worried you more than anything. You didn’t think you were that obvious with how bad you were doing. You thought you were hiding it well, but then again, there was never any hiding when working with profilers. Even Pen, who didn’t profile every day, still knew her friends extremely well and knew when something was wrong.

Everyone else knew, too. The second you walked through the glass doors, Emily was up and giving you a hug, asking if you felt any better. JJ followed and rubbed your back, asking if you wanted any coffee. Derek came over and gave a hug as well, and his stern look of worry. Reid waved from his desk and said it was glad to see you back.

“I was gone for one day,” you laughed, putting your purse down on your desk and plopping yourself down in your chair.

“It was kinda out of nowhere though,” Reid piped up. “Were you sick?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. “I was just exhausted, I think. I slept the whole day.”

“Were you avoiding something?”

“Reid,” Morgan warned. “Relax.”

Spencer grimaced. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” you shook your head. “Maybe I was, who knows? I’ll bring it up to my therapist,” you grinned, but none of them laughed. You cleared your throat. They stared back at you. “Why are you staring at me?”

“Nothing,” Emily said, shrugging, letting out a weak chuckle. “We all need therapists after the few months we’ve had.”

“You guys don’t have therapists?” Reid asked.

That got everyone to laugh.

“Oh, uh, by the way,” Morgan nudged your shoulder. “Rossi wanted to see you at some point today.”

“Okay…” He probably just wanted to check on you, but still, it unnerved you. “I’ll go get that over with now.”

You hauled yourself up and skipped up the stairs, bypassing Hotch’s office. You tried not to look at the door too long, but it startled you, seeing it empty. You kept walking, knocking on Rossi’s door and listening for him to invite you inside.

He opened the door for you, looking relieved to see that it was you. “Hey, come on in.”

You were welcomed inside and sat down on Rossi’s couch, and he took the seat next to you. You thought this meant that the conversation was a friendly check-in, but it verged away from friendly very quickly.

“Did you visit Aaron?”

You tried to keep your shock under control. “I did.”

“How was he?” Rossi asked.

“Good,” you lied. “I gave him some flowers. They seemed to cheer him up.”

“That’s good,” Rossi smiled softly. “How are you?”

“Fine,” you lied again, this time shrugging. “Moving on from it. Thanks for letting me have yesterday off. Resting really helped.”

Rossi waved his hand. “No need to thank me, but I’m glad it helped.” He paused, exhaling. “Strauss is worried about Aaron.”

“We all are,” you shrugged. “He’s been through a lot.”

“Yes, he has,” Rossi agreed. “But she’s…more concerned than we are, I’ll say. I was wondering if you wanted to shed some light on how he’s doing.”

“I mean, he…” You trailed off, fiddling with your hands. Should you say something? You didn’t care about betraying him. You did that when you first contacted Strauss. Betraying him wasn’t the issue.

It was admitting to yourself that something was wrong with him. Deeply. Enough to cause serious, genuine worry. Enough to intervene.

But what proof of that did you have? That he fucked you and kicked you out? You were not going to disclose that information, especially not to Rossi.

“He’s as good as you can expect him to be while grieving,” you finally said. “I think he’s fine.”

Rossi clearly did not believe you, but he let it go, and let you go back to your desk, which was completely fine with you.

You were saddled with paperwork that you didn’t do yesterday, and more because apparently new Use of Force reports are due. When are they not due?

Lunchtime rolled around slowly, and you sprung up from your desk like you were on a trampoline when Penelope came waltzing through the doors.

She laughed when she saw you were already standing. “Normally I have to pry you from your desk.”

“I’m starving,” you said. It was a half-lie. “Where are we eating?”

“Wherever you want,” she linked your arm in hers. “Anyone else want to join? JJ?”

JJ walked past briskly, shaking her head. “Can’t, sorry, sorting through some files.” She bounded the steps to the second level, pausing to lean over the railing. “I’ve misplaced a couple-- It’s not a big deal, they’re probably just buried under everything, but still. Thanks though.” She breezed into Rossi’s office and shut the door.

Pen blinked. “Okay.” She gave you a weird look and you returned it. “Any other takers?”

Reid was mid-bite of his usual PB&J, and Emily and Morgan were on the phone, shaking their heads.

You and Pen left the BAU alone, preparing for an ultimate girls lunch. Complete with food and gossip. Except, you weren’t in the mood for gossip because all Pen wanted to know about was Hotch. Before you even ordered food, Pen started with the questions.

“Okay, obviously something happened, because you never go off the grid like that.” She leaned forward on the table. “What happened yesterday?”

“Nothing happened,” you insisted. Because technically, it was the day before. Not that that even remotely mattered. “I was just tired.”

“Did you go see Hotch?”

Your eyes widened. “Penelope.”

“I knew it!” she cheered quietly. “I knew it! You two were too close when he was here, I knew you’d keep in touch.”

“We haven’t exactly kept in touch,” you replied. “He refuses to speak to me.” Technically the truth. He did refuse to speak to you. He might have fucked you, but there was no talking involved. Barely any.

“What?”

“I went to his apartment with some flowers to apologize and wish him well but he… He refused to speak to me,” you shrugged. “I mean, he took the flowers, but we barely spoke, and I left.” You kept your eyes down on your drink, swirling your straw, hoping you came across as ashamed and not a liar.

“Oh, babe…” Penelope rested her hand on yours. “I am so sorry. You really liked him.”

“I did,” you exhaled through a small laugh, then shook your head. “But it’s fine. Other fish in the sea, and all that. Not to mention,” you lowered your voice, “he’s my boss, Pen. What was I thinking?”

“Uh, you were thinking how hot it is,” she replied, her voice just above a whisper, but she was grinning. “It’s fine to have fantasies! Don’t beat yourself up over it.” She squeezed your hand.

“Thanks, Pen,” you smiled, squeezing her hand back. “Now. What are we thinking for food? I really am starving.”

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Hotch was just about to head out to find another unsub when his phone began ringing. He sighed heavily and spun around, hoping it wasn’t you, because the last thing he wanted to do was deal with you any more. It turned out to be Rossi.

“Hey Dave,” Aaron made sure to smile as he said it, hoping that translated in his tone. “What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing much,” Rossi sighed. “The usual. What are you up to?”

Aaron set his duffle bag down gently. Rossi never called for no reason. “Was just about to head on a short run,” Aaron said.

“Running a lot lately, huh?”

“Yeah,” Aaron chuckled, suddenly worried. Was Rossi onto him? How was he supposed to know? He felt ridiculous, being a profiler and unable to tell what Rossi was feeling. “It’s been good for uh…coping, you know. I don’t know,” he laughed. “I probably sound stupid.”

“Not at all,” Dave replied. “I won’t keep you. I just had one quick question.”

There it is. “Sure, what is it?”

“JJ is missing a few files, and I was just wondering if you might have them. The Holman case, the Goodman case, and a few others.”

“Holman?” Hotch asked. “Wasn’t he killed a few days ago?” Only a few days ago…what happened to the time?

“Yeah,” Dave sighed. “Anyway, take a look through your office after your run and give me a call, deal?”

“Deal,” Hotch said, smiling again. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“See ya,” Dave replied. “Don’t give yourself a stroke.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hotch laughed. “Bye.”

Hotch sighed, setting his phone on the counter. This next unsub had to wait until the next day. Hotch had files to burn.

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wonderinglostsoul · 7 months

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Criminal Minds FanFiction Chapter 7

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You are an FBI agent with a past and you were about to enter the BAU.

Trigger warning: BAU stuff like killing, snipping, violence, suicide

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You were healing nicely and ready to go back in a few days. You also heard that the team wrapped up there case and will be coming back tomorrow. While folding the laundry, your phone ring.

"[Y/N]" you said

"Hi." It was Aaron.

"Yes sir, what can I do for you" You were suddenly attentive.

"I just want to invite you tomorrow. It's Jack's birthday at the amusement park. The rest of the team will come."

"Sure, that would be lovely." You said enthusiastically.

"Ahm, How are you doing by the way?" He asked.

"I am healing nicely. Thank you for your concern, Sir" You answered happily.

"Aaron, I told you to call me Aaron outside work" He told you seriously,

"I am sorry, Aaron" You said emphasizing his name. He let out a low chuckle

"Alright, We'll see you tomorrow at 3." He said.

"Sure, Thanks for the invite Aaron." You answered

"Bye."

"Bye." You caught yourself smiling. Damn! You thought. You cannot catch any feelings with your boss. You shake your head and continue with your chores.

The next day, you arrived at the amusement park. There was a ferris wheel and a Merry go round. There were also booth for carnival games. You spotted Hotch immediately with Reid and JJ so you joined them.

"Hi [Y/N], how are you feeling" Reid asked while hugging you

"I am perfectly fine now." You said.

"I am glad you could come." Hotch said hugging you as well. You slip a look at JJ and she smile teasing you. You hugged her too.

"By the way this is Jack." Hotch introduces. "The most handsome birthday boy" Hotch teases Jack, both of them laughed.

"Hello Jack!" You said kneeling so you can be at his eye level. "I am [Y/N], it is nice to meet you" You said shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you too" He said shyly.

"Happy Birthday! This is for you!" You handed him your present. Jack smiled shyly and accept the gift.

"Thank you" He said.

"You're welcome!" You stand up. Morgan and Penelope are just arriving. They greeted everyone and gave Jack his present. After a while, Rossi arrive as well. He has a bottle of wine in one hand and Jack's present on the other one. He greeted everyone and jokingly gave jack the bottle of wine. Jack was confused but Rossi told him that it was a joke and gave him his real present, everyone was laughing.

Hotch suddenly has a call. Everyone was frozen because it could be a case. He was serious while talking. And when he is done, he look us all one by one.

He sighed and said, "The cake has arrived, I'll need to get it." Then he started laughing. All of us sigh in relief and he laugh more. He also told Jack to go with uncle Reid. Reid asked Jack where he wanted to play first and Jack pointed out the booth where you need to shoot cups to win prizes. Jack also asked Henry if he wanted to come. Both of the boys comes with Reid. You got curious so you tagged along as well.

On the booth, Reid asked for 3 guns, one for each of them he also paid for them. They aim it and fire but none of the cups were hit. So Reid paid for another game but they did not hit anything again. Reid was paying for another one but you know it is a waste of money so you asked if you can play as well.

"May I join you 3 gentlemen" You asked them. Jack and Henry nod.

"Are you sure?" Reid asked. "What about your injury?"

"I can shoot with my left" You said taking your position.

"Here take my gun" Reid gave you the toy gun.

"Are you sure?" Reid just nod. You took the gun, step back and shoot. All the cups was hit and the three boys was so amaze.

"Wow teach us [Y/N]" Jack said.

"Please!" Henry begged. You smiled on both of them and nod. They squeal with excitement. This also got the attention of the team so JJ and Penelope join you.

"Alright boys, follow my lead." You said like a drill sergeant. "First, you must step backward 2x." Jack and Henry steps backward

"Make sure that the but of your gun is touching your shoulder." Both the boys followed. Hotch arrives with the cake. He asked Rossi what's happening and he said that you were teaching the kids how to shoot. He nod, impressed.

"Then look at your scope and aim at your target. dont shoot yet." Both of them aimed for there target.

"You inhale and when you do exhale you shoot." Both of the kids inhaled deeply and shoot at the same time they exhale and both of them were able to knock down a cup.

"Woah did you see that!" Jack said to Henry.

"Yeah! We are awesome." Henry said. Both of the kids high five-ing. They continue to shoot until they got the prize. Jack and Henry was so happy. They both showed it there parents.

"Oi Reid!" Morgan called him. "Should try it as well and knock down some cups." Rossi and Morgan stands up and join you. Morgan asked the custodian to give you a gun. He handed it to Reid despite his protest but Morgan was persuasive so Reid just took the gun. He followed my instruction, step back 2x, put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, aim and fire but he did not hit any of the cup. So you come with him and whispered something in his ears. His eyes widen. You step back with a smirk on your face. He aimed again, taking a deep breathe and shoot. Then BAM! He was able to hit one. He continue until he hit all the cups.

"[Y/N] I am curious what did you tell him?" Rossi asked.

"I told him that if he did not hit the cup I will shoot him in the head." You look at Reid with a teasing smile and he smile at you back. The rest of the team laughed.

You went back at the table with 2 extra prize so you gave it to Jack and Henry.

After the party, JJ and Henry has to go because Henry is already sleepy and tired. Reid also said good bye and joined JJ. Morgan and Penelope has to go as well because Penelope has a date and Rossi also needs to go because he is also having a date with the future 4th wife. Hotch thanks all of them for coming. You stayed to help Hotch cleaning up.

"We are fine, you can go if you need to." He told you.

"Its fine, I dont have any plans." You said while putting away the cake in the box.

When everything was cleaned up you help him and Jack to bring there things to the car. When everything was settled both of them said good bye.

"Jack you say good bye to [Y/N]" Hotch told him

"Good bye, [Y/N]. Thank you for the gifts" He said with a big child smile.

"You're welcome, Jack. Happy Birthday!" You told him.

"Thank you for all your help" Hotch said.

"You're welcome, Aaron." You answered, still not used on calling him on his first name but his smile upon hearing his name make you smile as well.

"How are you going home?" He asked.

"I have a motorcycle." You point the motorcycle parking at the other side of the parking lot.

"You have a motorcycle?" Jack said enthusiastically.

"Yes! I like riding them because they are fast." You said

"I like them too! Can I ride it?" He asked you, almost pleading. You look at Aaron but you know that he is skeptical but does not want to disappoint his son on his birthday. "Of course but not today because I dont have another helmet for you and it is not safe to ride a motorcycle with out the proper gear. How about I visit you at your house when I have the gear and let's have a spin?" You told him as gentle as possible. His eyes widen with joy and nod profusely.

"That is if your dad is ok with it." You added and both of you look at Aaron. You nudge Jack to mimic you and give Aaron a puppy eyes. He looked at both of you seriously.

"Fine" He said defeated. But all of a sudden Hotch's phone ring. He answers it. You both know what is it. He ended the call and look at you.

"Its a case. Lets meet at the office in an hour." He said. You nod. You said your goodbye as well and headed to your motorcycle.

Jack and Hotch went inside the car. As Hotch was revving then engine, Jack spoke

"I like [Y/N], dad. She is cool!" Hotch gave out a low chuckle,

"Me too, Jack. Me too"

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Author's note: Its a little bit biased but this is one of my fave chapter to write. Its lighthearted and you can see that Aaron was smitten with [Y/N] here.

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 2 years

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So It Goes. . . (PART I)

Summary: When Spencer sees a familiar face in a bar, he can't resist starting something new with her.

CW: Drinking, flirting, implied age gap, sexual talk, dating (Spencer Reid x Fem Reader) Smut in next part

Word Count: 4300 words

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So It Goes. . .

He was definitely too old to be there.

Too old or too boring, but whatever it was Spencer knew that he’s too Spencer to be at a bar like that. Derek insisted and Spencer, despite heavy protest, was unable to resist the charms of Derek Morgan. Granted, Spencer hadn’t seen Derek in nearly three months. Between quitting the BAU and starting a tenure track position at the university, Spencer didn’t find much time for friends. It’s strange to describe Derek as a friend though. He’s more than that. Derek’s family.

“So tell me,” Derek started, drumming his fingers on the bar table top. He nursed a beer while Spencer had already ordered a third root beer. “Who are you taking home tonight?”

“Excuse me, Morgan,” Spencer said. He nearly got root beer up his nose at Derek’s insinuation, “I’m not taking anyone home. I’m not–”

“No, no, no. You need to get laid. That’s exactly what you need. It’s been what? Five months?”

“Two months,” Spencer corrected. “And Jon wasn’t... I really liked him,”

“Well minus the leaving the dirty dishes in the sink overnight,” Derek teased. He rolled his eyes, never quite understanding Spencer’s need for cleanliness in the kitchen.

“It was a gross habit from a man that I thought could do no wrong,” Spencer said. He shrugged his shoulders as he sipped his root beer. “Oh and he was married, but that’s not why I ended it with him,”

It was Derek’s turn to spit out the beer. He scrunched his nose in discomfort and Spencer handed him a paper napkin to mop up the mess.

“But that’s not why you ended things?” Derek said. He shook his head as he mopped up the spilt beer, “Damn, Reid,”

“Really? That’s all you’ve got? Damn, Reid?”

“Yeah, well. I’m not sure what to say,”

“How about we just drop the conversation entirely? I’m not bringing anyone home tonight. It’s already almost 10:30. That means we’re going to finish this round, I’ll drive you home, crash on your couch and we’ll take Hank and Stephanie for waffles for breakfast. I know Savannah needs a break from you all,”

Derek smiled. He brought his beer bottle to his lips, letting the rim rest on his bottom lip as his eyes twinkled in the low bar light. “What if they’re really hot?”

“Morgan.”

“Fine, fine. I surrender. We’ll go for waffles in the morning. And I’ll leave you alone about ending up alone with ten cats and enough books to go on that show about hoarders,” Derek continued.

Spencer nodded his head. He’s certainly thankful for the switch in subjects. Even though he played the breakup with Jonathan as something that didn’t bother him, it really did. He did hate the dirty dishes, but dirty dishes meant that he wasn’t alone. He’ll take those dishes with red sauce stains and kitchen drawers filled with hot sauce packets from the Thai place, if it meant that he got the privilege of sharing his life with someone else.

Well, there’s always Penelope and Luke in California. He could just get a job at some beach town university, and live out his life as a perpetual third wheel. If anything, at least he found himself a backup plan.

Derek, despite his best efforts at finding Spencer someone to go home with, neglected to bring up Spencer’s lack of love life for the rest of the night. He showed Spencer pictures of Hank and Stephanie at the park, at Hank’s tee-ball games, and Stephine’s handmade paintings. Derek Morgan, certified ladies’ man, had happily transformed himself into a proud father. Spencer liked this new change in Derek’s personality. It suited him.

“Jeez, can you even believe we used to be that young once,” Derek lamented. He nodded his head towards the rowdy group of late twenty somethings. Spencer gave Derek a quizzical look.

“One, I’m not old, I’m turning thirty-eight in 9 months. Two, I never was like that in my late twenties. And three, you’re still like that, even if you’re almost like fifty,” Spencer retorted. He sipped his root beer and set it down on the bar counter. Derek opened his mouth to counter Spencer’s statement, but was interrupted before he could speak.

“Hey! I know you!”

A woman, dressed in a tight and short black dress, appeared at Spencer’s side. She looked at him and then at Derek. She must have figured out that Spencer and Derek were together because her face transformed from a look of excitement to one of embarrassment.

“Oops! I am such an idiot. You’re with a friend. God, I’m so sorry Doctor Reid,” she said, smacking her forehead in frustration.

“Don’t be,” Spencer said. He sighed, knowing exactly where this conversation will be headed once Y/N left. If Y/N left.

Of course this had to happen on a night where all Derek could talk about his Spencer getting laid. It’s completely unfortunate that the only person Spencer thought about sleeping with is the person standing before him, “Y/N, Derek, my good friend from my days at the BAU. And Derek, this is Y/N, my friend and the research librarian at the St. Phillips,”

“Very nice to meet you. Derek Morgan, ex-FBI agent, current stay at home dad. And before you try, just know I have an amazing wife who’s a trauma surgeon,” he said. He stuck out his hand for Y/N to shake. And she did, of course. Spencer watched as his colleague laughed at his friend’s jokes and shook his hand. Silently, Spencer cursed his misfortune with flirting. Derek made it seem so easy.

“Easy there, champ. You’re not the one I’ve got my eyes on,” Y/N said. She clutched her glass of dark brown booze. Maybe a Whisky Soda or an Old Fashioned? She seemed like the type to nurse a drink the whole night instead of getting sloppy on daiquiris.

He had to stop that.

He must stop profiling every person he meets.

“Now who might that be?” Derek asked. He wiggled his eyebrows in a manner that suggested he and Y/N knew exactly she was insinuating.

“It’s a secret. A secret between me and Dr. Reid,”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Spencer. We eat lunch together everyday, Ms. Y/L/N,” Spencer teased. He turned to look at her and eyed the pretty necklace that sat even prettier against her collarbones. He licked his lips, readjusting his eye line to a more appropriate area for colleagues.

“You know I never listen,” Y/N said into her drink. She set it down against the bartop. “This seat taken?”

Spencer felt a blush creep up his cheeks. Even though Derek was silent, he could hear his teasing voice play in his head.

“I think we're about to leave. Something–”

“You can have mine, sweetheart,” Derek told her. He slipped on his jacket and tossed a couple tens on the bar table, “Tell the bartender to add your root beers and your lady friend’s drinks to my tab, Spence”

"I thought we’re going to do waffles in the morning,” Spencer inquired. He sent a look of warning to Derek, who, of course, shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant grin.

“Plans changed. And I’m here hoping you’ll be taking someone else out for waffles. Not me, a toddler, and kindergarten menaces,” he joked.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Treat my boy well,” he said as he winked at Y/N and slapped Spencer affectionately on his shoulder.

Y/N laughed into her drink as Derek walked away. The chatter in the bar was quieter than it was before. Spencer could feel the awkwardness rise. Maybe it was the less than a professional setting. Maybe it was Y/N’s tight dress that did nothing to hide her body from him. It was hard to pay attention to anything, but come Monday morning, Spencer doesn’t think he’ll be able to look at her bulky cardigans and flowy dress pants the same again.

“Well, I am so sorry for that. Derek is…”

“A charmer?” Y/N offered. Spencer snuck a look at his companion. Her eyes twinkled in the low lighting, “I’m glad you got someone like that,”

“Yeah, but I’m sorry that the conversation insinuated that I, uh, that I–”

“Wanted to sleep with me?” Y/N finished. It was her turn to look at Spencer. He could feel the heat of her eyes on his face. His cheeks burned with a blush that he hadn’t felt in a long while. Perhaps not since Jon.

God, he does not want to be thinking about his ex-boyfriend right now.

“Um,” Spencer stalled, “I am not too sure how to answer that question without embarrassing myself,”

“Okay, Dr. Reid,” Y/N chaffed, “Then will you play a game with me?”

“A game,” Spencer asked. The heat he felt transformed into a chill. A chill that interested him.

“A game with me,” Y/N explained, “Maybe you’ll get me to listen, after all,”

Spencer adjusted his position on the barstool. In doing so, he moved closer to Y/N. They sat inches apart. He was so close to her that his knee brushed up against her knee. Maybe if he was bold enough, he’d rest his hand on her kneecap. He’d feel her cool skin against his warm palm. He wondered if she’d be excited at his touch; if she’d move closer and want more from him.

“Dr. Reid,” Y/N pressed. She smiled at Spencer, who continued to stare off in place, “Looks like I’m not the only one who can’t listen,”

Spencer smirked. He extended his arm to rest around the back of the bar chair. Y/N scooted closer to Spencer. He could smell the sweet perfume on her skin. It was something fruity like pineapple or mango. He wanted a taste.

Of the liquor, of the perfume, of her.

“I’m going to ask you to repeat the question,” Spencer told her. He took a gamble and brushed his thumb against Y/N’s shoulder blades. It must have been the correct move because Y/N moved closer into his touch.

“I asked you if you wanted to play a game of Never Have I Ever,”

“Is it a mood killer if I admit that I’ve never played?” Spencer asked. He was ready for the usual brush off, the silent phone call from a friend with an emergency. He was ready for this…whatever was to end before it even got started. But it never came. And it just might be fun to play a stupid game, even if it’s nearly twenty years too late.

“Not at all,”

“Good,” Spencer mumbled. He rested his hand on the bar top and had to resist the urge to groan when Y/N grabbed his hand.

“So you hold your hand up like so. And then we will switch off asking questions and if it’s something you’ve done you put a finger down. We’ll figure out just how naughty the handsome Dr. Reid is,”

“Handsome?” Spencer questioned, not hating the compliment. Y/N still had her fingers all over his hands. She threaded her fingers through his, maybe forgetting herself that she’s touching him that much.

“Don’t you hear all the gossip around campus? The college girls can’t get enough of the brooding, hot professor?” Y/N whispered. Her eyes basked down to where their hands remained intertwined. Spencer couldn’t help but think about how good her hands looked all over his hands,

“Brooding? God, you see this is what I get for being quiet. I’m not brooding. I’m just introverted,” Spencer huffed. His exasperation must have elicited a giggle from Y/N, but it turned into a much louder chuckle.

“Okay, you’re not brooding. But 19-year old girls only see you as hot. And I mean, I can’t blame them,”

At this point, Spencer found himself trying to concentrate on his breathing. He felt their knees bump against together under the bar table. Spencer could feel the heat rise under his collar and spread throughout his body. He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted something so much, but he knows he can’t fuck it up. Not if he wants this to turn into something more.

“You think I’m hot?” Spencer smirked. He licked his lip when he felt Y/N’s hand venture from his hand to his knee. She rested her warm hands on his knee, scratching him with her nails.

“I’d be a complete idiot to think you’re anything but that, Dr. Reid,”

“It’s Spencer,” he said. He wondered if she was just calling him that on purpose. Maybe she knew exactly what it did to him, “So, are we going to play the game or what,”

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If this was a drinking game, Spencer would have, surprisingly, been the most drunk. The questions started off tame, ones like never have I ever lost a bet or never have I ever rode a motorcycle.

Both of which Spencer put fingers down for. Y/N, to Spencer’s surprise, grew increasingly less and less enthused about the game the more illicit the questions got. Naturally, Spencer found himself more and more intrigued. He was smart enough, or at least intuitive enough to know that she wanted him to continue, by the way her hand hardly left his thigh.

“Never have I ever…went skinny dipping,” Y/N asked. She put a finger down and looked a little proud of himself at Spencer’s crooked head.

“Nope,” Spencer said. He shuddered at the thought of the millions of different kinds of bacteria that would fester inside his body, “I am well aware of the micro-orgasm. NO! I mean, microorganisms that would wreak havoc all over my body,”

Spencer’s Freudian slip wasn’t unmissed by Y/N. She leaned in so close that Spencer had to hold in his breath from completely embarrassing himself. “Well, well, Dr. Reid. Looks like I know what my next question is going to be,”

“It’s my turn, Y/N,” Spencer countered.

“Since when do I listen, Dr. Reid,” Y/N argued. She smiled wickedly and picked the glass of dark liquor to her lips. Spencer watched as she licked her lips and exhaled at the burn of the drink.

“Touche,” Spencer said. He conceded, eager to hear exactly what her question will be.

“Never have I ever given my partner an orgasm in bed,” Y/N asked. She was spinning her finger around and around the rim of the glass. Spencer couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t drop a finger.

Neither did he.

“No?” Y/N said. She pouted, making her lips puff out in a sinfully crimson smile. Spencer smiled back at her; he could feel that familiar heat crawl up his spine followed by that chill he got when she’s around, “Well that’s too bad,”

“You said orgasm,” Spencer blurted. “That implies one. I never give just one. Especially for people that don’t listen to me,”

Then it was Y/N’s turn to be embarrassed. She shifted in her seat slightly as her lips parted in surprise. As if spurred on by her shock, Spencer lifted the glass of liquor and brought it to her lips.

“Drink,” He told her.

She listened.

“Huh, I guess you can listen, Y/N,” Spencer mused. He placed the now empty glass on the table.

“I guess so,” Y/N agreed. She brought her hand back to her lap and played with the sparkly bracelet that glittered against her wrist. It was hard for Spencer to not imagine her wrist bobbing up and down in a much more precarious place.

“You didn’t put a finger down,” Spencer dared. He watched her microexpressions, completely unable to not analyze her.

“Well, I would,” Y/N said. She shrugged her shoulders in a careless way that told Spencer she cared more than she let on, “If I ever had the chance to try,”

It took Spencer a second to let the meaning of her guarded words set in. She was a virgin? Spencer tried his best to hide his surprise. It’s the definition of a Catch-22. If he acted like he knew that might make her self conscious and if he acted like he was surprised then it might also make her feel self-conscious.

See, a Catch-22.

“You really need to say something, Spencer. Because the silence is starting to freak me out. I mean it’s literally not a real thing. You know that right? It’s literally made up by the fucking patriarchy,” Y/N shook with frustration, clearly a little hurt by Spencer’s lack of response.

“No, no, Y/N,” Spencer said. He grabbed her hands from her lap and held them tight. She was warm to the touch. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insinuate anything one way or another. You’re really great and I…like the way I feel when I’m around you. And you being a virgin doesn’t change anything,”

Y/N gave him a small smile. It was a little sad, which made Spencer’s heart pang with pain. He could tell that she was hiding something behind the way her lips seemed to fight a frown. And, even though she was just the librarian he ate lunch with everyday who just happened to drive him insane, he really liked her.

“Thank you for being so sweet, Dr. Reid,” Y/N whispered. She leaned forward closer to Spencer and lifted herself off the seat of the bar chair. Y/N lips burned like the liquor he gave her to drink. They were soft and pressed a barely there kiss against his stubble-covered cheek. It seared into his skin, a tattoo kiss and perhaps of promise of something else. “You handle that like a gentleman, so thank you. I’ve told other guys this and they usually either storm out and say they’re not into clingy girls or are way too enthusiastic. Like super enthusiastic to the point I’m pretty sure I need to call the FBI or CIA or whoever for a tip,” she joked.

Spencer chuckled and his laugh subconsciously mirrored Y/N’s laugh. He loved the sound of her light, airy chuckle. The bar crowd slowly dispersed. The drunk and rowdy college kids called their cabs or attempted to make their way back to their apartments on foot. Tispy parents argued over how much to pay the sitter when they got home. But all of it was simply background noise.

“Well they are asses,” Spencer said, his hand moved closer to Y/N’s back. Her strappy black dress hardly offered any warmth, “Are you cold?” Spencer asked. He didn’t mean to change the conversation, but he knew if he didn’t they would probably end up stumbling out of the bar with the drunk frat boys and tipsy PTA mothers. If they did end up going back to one of their place’s, Spencer knew he wanted Y/N completely sober.

“No, no,” Y/N said. She waved off Spencer’s offer, but rubbed her hands up and down her arms, “I’m fine. Just a little chilly is all,”

“Nonsense,” Spencer said. He shed off his cardigan and wrapped it around Y/N’s shoulders. She nodded in thanks. It was clear, to both of them at his point, that the conversation finally reached an impasse.

“Thank you,” Y/N said again. She smiled politely at Spencer’s graciousness, “Well, I’ll see you Monday, Dr. Reid–”

“Or tomorrow,” Spencer interrupted. He cringed internally at his earnestness, but from the look on Y/N’s face it seemed like she enjoyed it, “I’ve been meaning to ask you on a date. I read the university’s HR policy on co-workers dating. Now technically we aren’t in the same department. And while you’re the senior faculty member here, you’re not offering anything in exchange. So there’s no sort of transactional aspect to this,” he rambled.

“Is that your way of romancing a girl, Doctor,” Y/N taunted with a smile.

“Why is it working?” Spencer cracked, his smile hurt, it was so big. It would be pathetic if he said it’s been long since he’d smiled that wide. But it would be true. Pathetic and true.

“It is,” Y/N responded. She slid off the bar chair, still wearing Spencer’s cardigan. He hoped that she would forget to give it back to him, just so she’d have an excuse to visit him in his office Monday morning.

“Good,” Spencer smiled. He motioned for the bartender to close out the tab. With Derek’s cash, Spencer put the rest on his card. He waved Y/N off when she insisted on paying her share.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Y/N said. She shifted from foot to foot as they stood next to each other, “It’s–”

“It’s me treating a pretty girl to a drink. A pretty girl that I would like to get to know better,” Spencer explained. He thanked the bartender and offered Y/N his arm to walk out into the parking lot.

“Oh please,” Y/N rolled her eyes, but Spencer could tell she liked his compliments based on the way she squeezed his arm.

They were silent as they walked to their cars. Winter in Virginia settled in around them, Spencer was glad that he offered Y/N his sweater. Even though she looked beautiful in her dress, he liked, selfishly, seeing her in his clothes even more. Spencer, though he was still partial to the warm so-called winters of Las Vegas, loved winter in the Mid-Atlantic. He loved waiting for the first fall of snow, how it glistened as it fell.

“Maybe I should get you a cab?” Spencer asked, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to drive home. You had a couple drinks–”

“Or you could just drop me off at my place?” Y/N suggested. She looked up at Spencer for a sign of agreement.

“If we do that,” Spencer said, his voice lowered to an unnecessary whisper, “They I can’t come into your apartment. Because if you were to invite me in, then I don’t think either of us would be able to resist only a chaste good night kiss,”

“That wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, now would it?” Y/N gushed.

“No, it wouldn’t,” Spencer said, “But the first time I fuck you, I at least want to take you on a date first. To dinner or lunch or breakfast for all I care,”

Spencer felt Y/N’s breathy shudder against arm. The chill in the air was nothing compared to the coolness that basically dripped down his back. Y/N stopped as they reached Spencer’s car. He turned to face her, curious as to what she was doing.

“Sorry, that was a little bold. I didn’t mean to be so forthcoming. It’s just, I’m not used to people–”

Spencer hated when people interrupted him. When they’d inject into some point he was attempting to make because they couldn’t bear to listen to him ramble for another second. But somehow it’s completely different when Y/N intercepted him. For one thing she completed his sentences. At lunch, when they talked for the entire allotted time, they’d spend an hour finishing each other’s thoughts over swapped sandwiches and shared leftovers. Even when the campus research library closed for students, they continued their conversations over coffee and tea. Except this time, Y/N didn’t interrupt him by finishing his sentence, she kissed him.

Her lips were so soft. She tasted like whisky and something fruity. Spencer could smell her light, sweet perfume that she dabbed against her collarbone and behind her ears. He thought about all the kisses he could place against those delicate spots. He thought about the small noises she would make when he kissed her there.

Like a puzzle, their lips slotted together perfectly. He nipped against her plush bottom lip, deepening the kiss with all the tension and fervor that they’ve felt for the months they’ve known together. Her body went slack in his arms. She pushed her entire weight against Spencer’s frame, relying on him to keep herself upright. Spencer’s hands wandered from her jaw, where he held her face firmly in place to the small of her back. His hands felt her smooth dress, flattening out the creases and wrinkles. They skirted around her ass, even though he wanted to feel the softness of her body against his bare hands.

Spencer stood there and realized that he could spend the rest of his life kissing Y/N and die completely elated. He was grateful that she decided to kiss him in the middle of the parking lot with pavement that smelt like rain, instead of her cozy, warm apartment. Because if she did, they’d surely have stumbled into her bedroom by now. And he would have taken that dress off her, revealing her body to him. She would have taken off his dark shirt and pants, leaving himself just as bare and vulnerable to her.

Y/N broke the kiss. Spencer placed his hands back on Y/N’s jaw and pulled her in one more time. This kiss was lighter, sweeter and textbook-first kiss. It was the kind of kiss that’s so fast that you probably would have missed it, if your body wasn’t so in tune to the person kissing you. Spencer felt her heartbeat against his chest.

Y/N held her hand up, all five fingers extended outward. Spencer mirrored her, but placed his hand against Y/N’s so they were flush against each other.

“Never have I ever made out with a really hot, totally not brooding, professor in the middle of a parking lot,” Y/N asked, putting a finger down and Spencer blushed, because he realized, too long for a genius perhaps, that he’s the reason she’s putting a finger down.

Spencer intertwined his fingers with Y/N’s hand, pulled her in close, kissing her again. Against her lips, he whispered, “I’m going to take that as a yes to the date,”

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Summary: First time you realize that Hotchner has feelings for you.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader (past one-night-stand with Rossi mentioned)

W/C: 4.7k

Rating: PG, age gap

TWs: none

A/N: Another one for a friend who doesn't have Tumblr, but I definitely see myself writing more Hotch in the future :)

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- Y/N!? What are you doing here, I thought that you'll be coming in a week! - your best friend was super happy to see you earlier than planned, that's why you stood at the door to her bat cave with your phone ready to record her reaction, and it was worth it.

- A slight change of plans! - you stopped the recording and ran to hug her. When it came to your aesthetics, you two were the complete opposite. She was full of color, while you were mostly black and white, but when it came to personalities... You were almost like a one-person split in two. She was your sister in every way except biological, but neither of you cared. You met when she just dropped out of college and you took pity on her, letting her crash on your couch. And everything else was history.

- Oh my god, I love it! - she didn't want to let you go. - How did you get in the building, why did nobody tell me!? - you laughed.

- Oh easy, I bribed Derek and he was the only one that knew I'll be coming early since I needed a visitor's badge. Well, he also told Rossi, so I wouldn't have to be alone tonight. - you explained and took a step back to look at her. You haven't seen each other for a good year, but it was like not even a week passed.

- Bribe...? That man is unbribeble, I've tried! What did you bribe him with!? You better have not told him about Cabo! - the fear in her eyes was real, but you just laughed again. Oh, how much you've missed her...

- No, no embarrassing story. Just a promise. - you smiled

- Tell me, tell me! - she started jumping even though she was in high heels.

- I promised I wouldn't! - you laughed again and finally let go of her forearms.

- Oh, come on! - her disappointment seemed real, even though you knew it wasn't - That's cruel!

- You come on! Do you want me to start breaking your promises...? - she pouted and shook her head. - Then shush. And I was told you're finished for the day, so get your things and let's go! I'm starving!

You took her car to Rossi's since she was the one who would have to go to work the next day, while yours stayed safely in the parking lot; you could come back for it tomorrow. You loved how positive Penelope was and you could talk with her for hours without getting bored because she was one of few people who were actually able to follow your train of thoughts, which skipped some stations and came back to some at random.

When you were there, you took your camera and a wooden box from your bag; you never arrived anywhere empty-handed. It wasn't the first or even the second time you've met the team, so fortunately there was no awkward period of prodding questions.

- Dave! - you hugged the older man and placed a soft kiss on each of his cheeks as a greeting, while he placed a hand on your waist. - I know you're more of a red wine kind of guy, but I found this lovely Armagnac in the south of France and thought of you, so I really hope you'll like it. - you passed him the box and he immediately started reading what was burned into the wood.

- That sounds amazing, thank you so much! - he kissed your cheek, thanking you for the gift, and you finally took your heavy leather jacket off.

- Hi everyone! - and the greeting season has begun. You did your best to have a quick conversation with everyone separately, before the food would be on the table, and you thought that you managed to handle that pretty well, even if you had time to exchange only a few questions. And when the dinner officially started, you quietly stood up, took a few steps back, and quickly took a picture of everyone having fun.

- Oh yeah, I've meant to ask you for ages... - Derek almost jumped. - We all know what a great photographer you are, but what pushed you into it? - you sat back down and hang the camera on the chair before you answered.

- It's a bit of a sad story, actually... - you started - As a kid, I had a best friend... We spent every living second together, and then she got sick. And died. And when her mom asked me if I had any good pictures to use in the obituary, I... didn't. I had a total of 6 pictures of her, and none of us together. - you explained and everyone suddenly got quiet, which made you uncomfortable, but you continued, determined to get to the end. - So yeah, I became obsessed with documenting literally everything in my life, and by taking more and more pictures I got quite good without even knowing. And after years of therapy and all that shabang, I just like to have a physical reminder of good times in my life, even if it's just a selfie. - you smiled and took a sip of wine that Rossi poured you just a minute ago.

- I'm sorry you had to lose someone so young... - Hotchner was the first one to break the silence and you thanked him with a slight nod.

- Let's change the topic! Dave, did you finally get that tattoo removed? - it was a dirty move, to throw him like that under the bus, because everyone's attention instantly shifted to Rossi while you mouthed a "sorry!" in his direction, and he shook his head, pretending to disapprove, but the pretending was obvious enough that you knew he didn't mind. It was a stab in the dark the team didn't know about it because of its placement. And fortunately, Rossi kept his mouth shut, and no one even thought about asking you how exactly you knew about it, because that was a whole other conversation you weren't ready to have just yet.

But eventually, the topic naturally changed, and the team was sharing the best places to get coffee in the city, and even though you didn't like coffee, you paid close attention, because you never knew when this sort of recommendation would be useful.

After dinner and more than a few bottles of wine, you helped Dave with the dishes, while everyone else was slowly getting ready to go home. You, Penelope, and Hotch were the last ones to leave, and you couldn't help but notice that when Aaron was helping you with your jacket, his hands lingered just a bit longer than they should on your shoulders, but instead of questioning it, you blamed it on the wine. The one that you drank? because he wasn't drinking tonight... Fuck. You probably just imagined something you wanted to be there, so you said goodbye to both him and Rossi, quickly took a picture of the two of them talking in the hallway, and you were out.

- I'm gonna ask you something and I need you to be honest with me. - Penelope said in a serious tone, and you immediately got scared, because she rarely used it in your company. And to add to the stress, you were coming down the stairs still a bit buzzed, so there was a quite real risk of imminent death on your mind. - Are you sleeping with Rossi? -you immediately started laughing, but she stopped and looked at you.

- No, God no! I mean there was this one-night stand AGES ago, but that was it. I just like him as a friend. Why do you ask? - you were genuinely curious if it was just a question about a tattoo or if was there anything else.

- Well, I know that specific Armagnac is pricey because I did some research when you gave one to me. I mean, I know it was a different brand, but I still wanted to learn more. And you seem to have some sort of secret language, and the tattoo, and he poured you wine, and moved your chair when you were getting up... It's just... you seemed to be pretty close. - once she started talking there was no stopping until she got to the end.

- First, you know I don't give a fuck about money and that I can afford not to look at the prices, I just found something I knew he'd enjoy, and I knew that I will most likely be invited to dinner when I'll visit you next, so it was an investment because I hate being a guest who comes empty-handed. You and I also seem to have a secret language, considering how quickly we jump in between topics, and even though I love you, I'm never sleeping with you. I know about that tattoo from that one night, that's true... And the wine, the chair - he's a gentleman and I was a guest in his house. You guys are his family, he's more relaxed with you. With me, he's still mindful of his manners. - you explained every worry she brought up, and you ended exactly at the moment you got to her car. - Anything else? - you smiled at her because you noticed that something was still bugging her.

- Why didn't you tell me about that one-night stand...? - she asked, turning the keys in the ignition.

- Because I was embarrassed. It was the first time I visited you here… When there was something wrong with the bathroom and you were staying at Derek’s, so I opted out for a hotel...? I didn't even know you worked together then... I met him at the bar, the conversation was good, the drinks were better, and the hotel room sucked. - And 4 days later you officially introduced him to me. I was honestly surprised that none of you guys clocked how freaking embarrassed I was. - you laughed.

- Oh, they just thought that you were nervous, I remember now... You really didn't know?

- Nope, scout's honor. We had a quick conversation about it in the elevator, and that was it. - you finished explaining, looking out of the window... The view below was amazing, so you reached for the camera, lowered the window, and took a quick picture of a cacophony of white and red lights. After you closed the window and put away the camera, you looked at her and you could just tell that she wanted to ask something more, so you sighed. - Shoot.

- But like was he good? - she blurted out as soon as you gave her permission, and you immediately started laughing.

- Yes, he was very good. - you shook your head in disbelief that she actually asked you that. - Good enough for a fifth and sixth round in the morning.

- Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew! I didn't need to know THAT!

- Bitch, you asked! - now both of you were laughing. - Besides, is it really that surprising? You know I always liked older guys.

- Yeah, but I thought that Hotch would be more up your alley... - you were slowly getting closer to her home, and car conversation always hit differently. Almost like the late-night talks on the white plastic chairs on the patio.

- I didn't say he wasn't. He's not interested though, so I'm not going there. - you said, getting back to looking through the window.

- How do you know he's not interested? - she gasped before she continued. - Did he say something!?

- No, he just never showed any interest, and I'm usually pretty good at knowing when someone is interested. - you smiled, even though she couldn't see it.

- Oh, ok then... Just so you know, and I'm not saying that he is, or that if he is, you would need my permission or anything, but if he was... I wouldn't mind. - she said, parking in the driveway, and you couldn't help but chuckle, considering how she reacted to the news about you and Dave.

- I'll remember that. - you replied while getting out of the car.

The next day you woke up much later than you usually did, but it's not like you had anywhere to be, so you took a quick shower, and after taking a look in the fridge, you decided to eat breakfast somewhere else before you'd get your car from BAU garage.

But when you got out of the apartment, you couldn't help but notice a beautiful park down the street, and you could definitely take some lovely pictures there. And you were right, because you encountered a group of friends who decided that it was a perfect time for a picnic with paint-by-number canvases, and they were all dressed up in beautiful dresses, so when you offered to capture some magic for them, they instantly agreed. You showed them the results and after exchanging contact information, you promised to get them the photos in a week, when you'll edit them.

And since you didn't exactly know the city, you decided to take a shot in the dark, and when you got into the taxi, you asked the driver to take you to the best breakfast place in her opinion in the city, doesn't matter how far. And she did. It took more than 20 minutes, but it was totally worth it because she took you to this Georgian hole-in-a-wall place that was a mix of bakery and restaurant.

You bought a bunch of stuff for the team because it's not like you'll just go there, get into your car and leave.

And as soon as you were leaving, you recognized the cafe on the other side of the street from the conversation yesterday, and you just couldn't ignore it; it was Hotchner's favorite coffee, and you liked making people happy, so you stepped in, and requested the order he mentioned. You also requested for it to be put into your thermal bottle, and asked for a paper cup on the side, because you remembered that he was specifically talking about the blue pattern on the white background, and how it reminded him of the summer sky, and you didn't want for the coffee to get cold.

You had to order an Uber to get to the BAU, because there were no taxis in sight, but you eventually got there. Still armed with your visitor's pass, you were able to get into the building and to the 6th floor, but before you caught anyone's attention, you quickly snatched a picture of Morgan joking about something with Reid at his desk, and next Emily laughing at whatever he said.

- Surprise delivery! - you finally exclaimed when you put a cover back on your lens. - Hi everyone! - you walked over to them and put a paper bag full of goodies on Reid’s desk. - I'm not sure where the kitchen here is, but everything is fresh and was still warm when I was buying it.

- You're an angel! After yesterday I overslept and didn't have time for breakfast! - Em quickly started to go through all the baked goods.

- Just remember to share. By the way - Hotch's office...? I have a small surprise for him. - you asked, and Derek pointed at the door upstairs right before he started rummaging through the bag. - Thanks! - you playfully shoved your hip against his and he just laughed. - There's more than enough for everyone, so no hoarding! - you joked and started climbing up the stairs but before you knocked, you quickly took the paper cup from the bag, filled it with a still-hot coffee, and turned on your camera, wanting to catch his reaction when he saw the cup.

- Come in! - he answered after you knocked at the door, and as soon as you entered, he gently smiled, but that smile became huge when he noticed what you were holding in your left hand. And that's when you took a picture, immortalizing it for ages. - You didn't! - you never saw him not composed.

- Oh but I did! It was an accident, but I thought you could use a pick-me-up... I know how hard you all work. - you passed the cup to him, and you noticed that he carefully paced his fingers around it in such a way, that they wouldn't touch yours. - There is also a breakfast from that Georgian place on the other side of the street, but that's downstairs. - you added, and he took the lid off the cup and just inhaled the scent.

- It's my order! It's perfect... Thank you very much, Y/n. How can I repay you...? - he asked, and finally took a first sip, and his face instantly relaxed; you didn't have to be a profiler to just know, it was his guilty pleasure, and you took another quick picture, wanting to remember that. You established that boundary the first time you met the team, and everyone was more than fine with you taking pictures of them, as long as you didn't post them anywhere without consulting with them first, and you never intended to cross that line.

- Oh, come on, it's just a coffee... - you were completely serious, but so was he. - Ok, fine... How about a picture together? I don't think I actually have one of just us. - he gently shook his head because he couldn’t believe that it was all you wanted in return.

- Ok. - he stood up. - How do you want me? - Oh, I want you in so many ways, all right...

- No specific pose... Just be natural and stand just a bit behind me... And let's face the window, so the light will be good. - you directed while flipping the screen, so you would be able to make sure that you were both in the frame and that the cup he was holding was visible. You held the camera at the angle making sure that the shadow wouldn't land on either of you, and Hotch leaned in a bit, so the height difference between you two wasn't abysmal.

You took a quick series of photos to choose the best one later.

- Now we're even. - you smiled and put the cover over the lens. - It was good to see you, but I'm gonna head out... I don't want to interrupt your work.

- Thank you for the coffee, it honestly made my day... - he replied, still smiling, and warming his hands with the cup. - See you at trivia night tomorrow?

- You know it! - you laughed and left his office.

Later that evening, you were editing the pictures you took of a group in the park when Derek arrived with dinner. It's not like you or Penelope couldn't cook, but just... takeout was much tastier. Pen was taking a bath after a long day, so it was only natural to talk. You showed him the pictures, before and after of a few you already edited and he was impressed.

- Emmm... Derek... If I ask for your objective opinion as a profiler and ask you not to tell anyone, would you do it? - you asked when you skipped a few pictures too far and something caught your eye.

- Sure, cupcake... What do you want to know? - he was immediately in, not even knowing what it was about.

- I'm serious about it, ok...? Objectivity is key. - you clarified once more, and he just sighed.

- I promise. Now spill... - you turned the screen of your laptop in his direction.

- Tell me what you see. Not who, but what, ok...? - you requested. The picture in question was a selfie that you took earlier that day of you and Hotchner. It was the first one in a quick series, and somehow you managed to capture something you completely missed in his office... While you were looking directly at the camera with a smile, he was looking at you with an expression you've never seen on his face before, and which you could only describe as... soft.

- Damn. Shit. Ok. - Morgan almost choked on his beer. He was obviously torn, having to analyze Hotchner's body language and expression, but at the same time, you could tell that he already did that instinctively.

- So? - you rushed him because you didn't want Pen to see or overhear the verdict.

- Oh, he's definitely into you. And hides it very fucking well, because none of us realized, and we pick up on the smallest shit... - he took a sip of his drink and you sighed, your heart both heavy and light at the same time.

- And remember, not a word about it. To anyone. You promised. - you said and closed the window with said picture in it.

- I know... Are you going to do anything about it...? - he asked, but before you managed to answer, Pen came out of the bathroom, all pampered after her bath, so you only shrugged in response, but both of you knew that was a lie.

- Uuu! Dinner! What are we having? - Pen asked, completely missing the atmosphere in the room, but as soon as she spoke, you reigned back in your feelings and focused your whole attention on her.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, well - besides Derek trying to cheat in Monopoly, but that was it.

But when there was time to go to bed, and you were alone in the guest bedroom, you couldn't help but open and diligently study every pixel of the picture of you and Aaron.

You've spent the whole morning overthinking what should you do, which wasn't exactly your style, because usually you just did what you wanted, but with him... You didn't want to screw anything up by being too bold, or too timid, and you found yourself just pacing around the apartment to the point that you were able to navigate it with your eyes closed. But finally, you got to the "fuck it" moment.

You ordered an Uber again, hoping that your pass haven't expired just yet, and the closer you were to the BAU, the more nervous you got. But screw that fear. Be afraid and do it anyway, at least that's what Carrie Fisher said, and who were you to disagree with a princess fucking Leia.

You stood in front of the building for a good minute before you actually dared to enter it, but after you did, everything else was a blur until you were standing in Aaron's office. You weren't even sure if you said hi to the team, or if they were even there.

- Y/N, what are...? - he looked at you with a pure surprise painted on his face.

- I'm going to show you something. And then I'm going to give you a minute to do something about it. And if you won't react, I'll leave, and we won't speak about it ever again. Ok? - you interrupted him with a much more confident tone, than you expected to come from your mouth. He still looked confused, but cautiously nodded, because whatever you were talking about - it didn't sound that scary. That was until you turned your phone in his direction, and he could see a picture of the two of you. Seemingly innocent, but the second he saw it, he knew he fucked up.

He couldn't look away from the photo for a good moment, thoughts racing in his head faster than in any life-or-death situation he was ever in. And then it hit him... You didn't want him to explain because you already knew... You were giving him the opportunity to actually do something about it or leave it behind forever. The instant that thought entered his mind, he found himself holding your face in his hands and leaning in to kiss you, not caring in the slightest that anyone could simply walk into his office, hell - he wasn't even sure if you closed the door behind you, because the only thing that mattered right now was, well... you.

And you were so lost in sensation, that you didn't realize that the phone slipped from your hand and landed on the carpeted floor, somewhere before your hands found their way to his neck, trying to pull him even closer than he already was. You felt the warmth radiating throughout your body from every point your bodies touched, fueling the fire that was roaring in between both of your lips. He was demanding and tender at the same time, but you quickly started fighting him for a lead in this dance, and at first, he resisted clinging to the control he still had, but as soon as you wrapped his red tie around your fist and harshly pulled on it, he yielded, and you were now in charge of the pace... And you slowed down, savoring every move, every touch, every breath... The rush already forgotten, because you were showing him that there was no reason to hurry; you weren't going anywhere, and even when this kiss will end, there will be many, many more...

And in the end, he was the first one to back up, although he didn't take his hands from your neck.

- I guess I wasn't as good at hiding it as I thought I was... - he finally broke the silence.

- Oh no, you were. I was convinced for years that you weren't interested... I only realized yesterday, when I saw this picture. Out of the 11 I took; it was the only one. But I have a question... - he moved his hands from your neck first to your shoulders and then to your waist. He raised an eyebrow, which let you know that you could ask that question now. - Why didn't you just say something? - he sighed quietly and started studying your face as if the answer was written somewhere in between your freckles.

- Well, first of all - you're much younger than me, you're living on the other side of the country, and you're Penelope's... - he hesitated for a moment - …"bestest friend in a whole wide world"...? - you couldn't help the light chuckle that escaped from your chest. - And I didn't want things to become awkward.

- Oh, they will still become awkward, but that's normal in the beginning stages of every relationship, so there is no avoiding that. - it's not like he didn't know that, but you weren't sure what else to say, your mind still a little bit foggy.

- Does that mean you would be open to considering a relationship with me? - he asked as if that wasn't obvious.

- No, Aaron. I just came here to throw a hissy fit, and leave... - he laughed quietly, seeing your smile.

- I like how my name sounds on your lips... - he said much quieter, gently stroking your hips with his thumbs.

- Then I will start saying it more... But I think now you should get back to work. - you finally took your hands from his neck, and he released your hips, taking a step back. And as soon as he did, there was a quiet crack, and when you looked down, you realized that he stepped on your phone and cracked the screen.

- Fuck. - you never heard him wear before. - I'm sorry, I'll buy you a new one... - he was so apologetic, and you couldn't help but smile.

- It's fine, honestly... It's just a thing, and I wanted to buy a new one anyway, so don't worry. - he leaned down and assessed the damage, before passing the phone back to you. There was no way you could continue using it in the long run.

- I insist. - well, how could you argue with that? - And let me call you a taxi, since... - he started offering, but you cut him off.

- I wanted to hang with Pen anyways, so there is no need. We're still up for a trivia night tonight, right...? - he nodded, and before you left, he grabbed your hand and pulled it closer to his lips to place a soft kiss on the back of it, without breaking eye contact with you. - And a proper date tomorrow...? - a huge smile bloomed on his face, and he confirmed with a slight nod. - Great, you can choose a place and pick me up at 6. - and with that, you were gone from his office, but the echo of your lips on his, stayed with him for the whole day.

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

#my writing #Criminal Minds fanfiction #Aaron Hotchner fanfiction #Aaron Hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x y/n #🖤

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wen-kexing-apologist · 29 days

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Shuffle your on-repeat playlist and then list the first ten songs!*

*any playlist on any platform will do!

tagged by @bengiyo totally and completely unprompted…

Keep You Safe by The Crane Wives. I have no idea where this song came from in terms of my on repeat, as far as I can see it’s not in any of my playlists but I do listen to a couple Crane Wives songs so it’s presence makes sense.

Touch The Sky- From “Brave” Soundtrack by Julie Fowlis. This one popped up in my Pirate Mix that Spotify made me, I haven’t actually listened to it that many times but I’ve listened to that Mix quite a bit.

Rule #4- Fish in a Birdcage by Fish in a Birdcage. I love the strings and especially the cello in this song so much.

Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives. This one is in the playlist I made for my D&D character who is possessed by a devil.

Thus Always to Tyrants by The Oh Hellos. This one also has popped up as a Spotify recommendation in a couple mixes and blends probably because I have a couple other The Oh Hellos songs in playlists I listen to frequently.

Simple Song by Elliot Park. This one i just added recently to a playlist for a new D&D character I’m preparing for a campaign. I made that character Deaf and this song is supposed to represent them finally gaining access to sign language and having a way to communicate.

Sweet Hibiscus Tea by Penelope Scott. This one is on the playlist for my possessed D&D character as well. I love the visuals that are invoked in this song.

Gut Punch/Don’t Meet Your Idols by Everybody’s Worried About Owen. I think this one came to me through Discover Weekly and I’m obsessed with it.

Inkpot Gods by The Amazing Devil. Again on my possessed character’s playlist. Great one for wishing to be protect someone from harm.

Just a Man by Jorge Rivera-Herrans, EPIC Ensemble. To be quite honest I don’t really love this song. But I stumbled across it and it fits very very very well as a song for my *other* other D&D character whose children were killed, so I recently added this to her playlist as well.

Tagging @solitaryandwandering, @happypotato48, and @respectthepetty

#tag game #thank you Ben for humoring me

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dani-the-goblin · 3 months

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5 SONGS, 3 OUTFITS

Rules: post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

tagged by @onehornedbeast

tagging @fly-amanitaa @streetkid-named-desire @luvwich @ghostoffuturespast @wanderingaldecaldo and anyone else who wants to!

Long post ahead because I really wanted to do all of my main three. ♥

Val

Dear Inner Child - Peach PRC

So, if I wanna wear pink, I'll wear it for me

Rät - Penelope Scott

I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God

Rainbowfish - Abby Cates

But maybe it's true to be loved is to be changed

Foreverever - Leanna Firestone

I don't know how to relax, stopping, what's that?

Karma - Taylor Swift ft. Ice Spice

Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here

Twiggy

Slow Dance in a Parking Lot - Jordan Davis

I'm falling right here, don't wanna safety net

sex - EDEN

And so I stand off like indecision's Kevlar

Tattoo - Hunter Hayes

Your name sounds so good next to mine, just saying

The Cut - Grace Enger

I'm dreading all the time I've spent rewinding

Gorehound - Harley Poe

I like my voyeurism with a glass of red rum

Giah

Daisy - Ashnikko

I'm crazy, but you like that, I bite back

Lilith - Halsey ft SUGA

Tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve and fuck like a demon

Daughter of Space - Steam Powered Giraffe

I've never met a human born from the constellations

Somebody's Watching Me - Rockwell

👀

Death of Me - Marianas Trench

I would give you anything if I had anything to give left

#tag game #oc: vjf #oc: dr. cahill #oc: twiggy

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crucifiedramblings · 1 year

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CRUCIFIED ✟ SPENCER REID

find part two here!

word count: roughly 1.5k!

description: you and spencer reid have been dating for a while, and on a particular case, you are shown how much he really means to you.

tags/warnings: religious trauma/symbolism, suggestive themes, a bit of making out but that's all

disclaimer: this is only part one, i will upload more within the following few weeks!

PART ONE — THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

The sun hung low, comfortably, lazily along the skyline. The shadows fell from the blades of grass, stretching across the lawn in front of the Reid residence. It was half an hour until sundown, the summer heat subsiding as the crickets harmonized for their concert at dusk. Frequent chirps could be heard from either side of the wrap-around porch, in addition to the occasional croak and hiss of a toad.

You were rarely home this early, but you and Spencer arrived just in time to take in the last bit of the golden hour. Placing the glass of wine to your lips, a dry white, you hummed softly and took a delicate sip while soaking in the day. Spencer sat down next to you, legs folding together in an attempt to replicate your position.

"Dinner's done," Spencer spoke after a short period of comfortable silence, "I kept it in the oven to keep it warm. Take your time."

He knew, better than anyone, that you liked to decompress after a long day of field work. You specialized in victim grief and consolation; in other words, you were the one to speak to victims — or more frequently, their loved ones — on the worst days of their lives. You never envisioned this when you graduated with your psychology degree. Honestly, though? You wouldn't trade it for any other career. You made a real difference, gave people hope — something you never received in the tragedies you have suffered through alone.

"Thanks, Spence." His nose wrinkled slightly at the name. He never told you this, but that was what his mother always called him. You knew his relationship with Ms. Reid was on the rocks, but never knew the circumstances. Your pocket buzzed, same time as Spencer's, and you knew that another dinner was going to be rushed.

Part of working for the FBI was an agreement to ALWAYS be on-call. Derek Morgan's contact title lit up your phone, and you chuckled as you read the text:

Sorry, lovebirds. Wheels up in 45.

Thankfully, the two of you lived a few minutes from home-base, and you took some time to have a nice meal together before packing your overnight bags and taking the SUV to the jet. Today was the first day you had been able to go home at the same time in over a week, but the newest case was a big one.

Apparently, a man had been calling the police and telling them a bible verse and address before brutally picking off strangers in rural Georgia. He called himself 'Raphael' and assumed the position of a higher power, according to Jareau. You knew this case was going to hit hard; religious trauma was one of your main subjects brought up in therapy. Hotch always made the joke about not needing it when you're close to Reid.

Close was a bit understated; you and Spencer had been dating for the last several months. You had kept it a secret, burying it under the guise of being roommates who met before you joined the Bureau. Morgan always seemed suspicious, but he never pushed too far. Penelope saw right through you, and always got under your skin about it — in a cute, really bubbly way — but kept it to herself. She was very good at keeping secrets when necessary.

Today was more complicated; you had bites and bruises all down your neck. Some were definitely not there when you left work with Spencer some hours prior to your arrival at the outer airport. Wearing a scarf was out of the question in this heat, and especially in Georgia. You traced your fingers along your neckline as you parked, hoping the team wouldn't notice your condition. How many times did you have to tell Reid not to mark you up like this unless he knew you would have a night away?

"It's gonna be fine. No one has a right to question your sex life," Spencer reassured, hand sliding along your thigh and swiping his thumb across your knee for comfort. "Especially not your coworkers," he grinned. You felt the divots in his knuckles, running your fingertips down the tendons and lifting his hand up to your lips to kiss his wrist. A knock on your window startled you into dropping him from your grasp. Morgan stood on the other side of the glass, nose pressed firmly and signature grin leering through. Thank God for tinted vehicles, you thought.

"What was all that?" Derek asked, a smug tone coating his question. You cleared your throat as you stepped out of the car, gently nudging him out of the way. "Don't tell me you chose Reid— not that he's a bad choice— but really? Out of all your other options?" You shot him a glare and shook your head.

"Sometimes I think you're jealous of him, Morgan." You chuckled, rolling your eyes as he took the bag from your shoulder and carried it onto the jet. "Such a gentleman, I swear." You gave a quick glance to Reid and picked up your phone, texting quickly to avoid any hold-up.

8:46PM

TO: SPENCE <3

sorry about the close call. love you. xx

Jareau did a briefing onboard, giving you a crash-course of all the information the team had gathered on Raphael. It wasn't much, and there was very little to work with. You excused yourself, locking yourself in the bathroom and checking your texts.

TWO MESSAGES RECEIVED

9:03PM

FROM: SPENCE <3

love you too! xoxoxo

9:14PM

FROM: BABYGIRL (MORGAN)

are we gonna talk about the bruises?? is he hunting you for sport???

You suppressed a giggle and shook your head, typing with a grin. You rubbed your eyes, chest heaving as the exhaustion from today finally sunk into your body. The hollows of your cheeks were more pronounced as you gazed at your haphazard appearance in the small, warped mirror. The sizeable blue-purple spots lining your neck had developed into a darker hue over the last few hours.

9:22PM

TO: BABYGIRL (MORGAN)

no, we’re not. and it is not to be mentioned! thanks love.

You perked up at a knock on the door, scrambling to your feet. You hadn’t really been keeping track of time, and there were eight agents on a jet with one bathroom. The knob rattled, and you pulled the door open quickly, almost causing Spencer to topple into you full-force.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how long I took–” You were interrupted by Doctor Reid pushing his way into the restroom. He closed the door behind the two of you, pressing his lips to yours in a firm and yearning way. He grasped your wrists, pinning them behind your back with his left hand and tenderly placing his right on your jaw. His fingers grazed at your neck, applying pressure to those pretty little marks he had decorated you with earlier. You had been pushed against the sink, knocking over several small toiletries onto the floor.

“Spencer,” You whispered in between the peppered kisses he had decided to plot along your collarbones. He had already managed to strip you of your badge, jacket, and – partially – your blouse. He was too good at getting you undressed quickly. “You know we can’t do this here.” You pulled away briefly, only to be hungrily pulled back in. He reminded you of a starved man that could only get his fill on your sex, your taste. You placed a hand firmly on his chest and took a weary breath, your face hot and legs weak from the state he had left you in.

Spencer’s eyes were dark and narrow, looking at you with a longing he had never adorned. You shot him a firm gaze, nodding. “That’s a good boy.” You grinned, watching his eyes widen and grow soft. You ran a hand through his hair and pulled him in again, finally making your escape. Hotch was the only one awake, you soon realized. He had his gaze locked on the bathroom door as you made a swift return to your seat – right next to Spencer’s briefcase of notes, stationery, and puzzles.

“What did you two talk about?” You snapped your gaze toward his position across from you, raising a brow and crossing your arms. He allowed the smallest smile, shrugging and looking back down to his paperwork.

“We were discussing the case,” you quickly made up an excuse as Spencer made his way to his seat. His arm brushed yours for a moment, and you subtly increased distance. Hotch observed your movements, face flat and eyes tracking the space you two kept. “I was telling Reid about my personal connections to this type of case– I have quite a bit of religious troubles.” You glanced at Spencer and he nodded along, mentioning something that you had told him a few weeks ago to bind the lie a bit better. Hotch seemed satisfied, and that was all you cared about.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid x fem!reader #revelations

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