#aaronhotcher

[lovelyspooks]

I can only think about Aaron Hotchner using his Big, warm, paw of a hand tu put on my belly when i have period cramps. I know he'd be happy to be my personal heating pad 🥹🥹🥹❤️

it's not easy for aaron to see you in pain and not be able to do anything about it.

you're on the second day of your period and he had insisted that staying home would've been fine. you were at that part of the year where most days without cases were filled with filing reports.

"no baby, i'll come. how bad would it look?" it wouldn't look bad at all, the team is well versed with how bad it can be for you sometimes.

so there you are, sitting at your desk in pain and he can only watch from his office.

he stands up when he sees your hands wipe at your eyes discreetly. "y/l/n, my office." aaron says, voice low and not giving anything away.

morgan 'ooh's good naturedly and you shake your head at him. aaron waits till you're inside his office to gesture to the sofa in the corner.

"go lay down," you move to argue, tell him you're fine, when aaron raises his eyebrow at you and gestures to the sofa. "lay down, hardhead."

you do, you're getting comfortable when your boyfriend comes over, with a couple files and a pen. he sits on the floor and rests one hand on your stomach.

"aaron, you can't be comfortable." you insist, playing with his fingers as he scribbles on the files.

"i am," he kisses your thigh before turning back to the report. "do you want me to get you some tea?"

you debate if you should, his hand is providing enough comfort as it is and if his thumb continues drawing little shapes into your skin you might fall asleep.

"honey?" he turns to look at you, finding you undoing your hair and laying back with a sigh.

"no thanks." your eyes remain closed so you miss aaron's smile- all fond and sticky with adoration.

he finishes three reports before you fall asleep, fingers holding onto his as if to keep him in place.

[antheaholmesblog]

Aaron in more casual clothes is so HOT!!! The jeans, oh my!!! The jacket that hugs his arms I mean, yeah, it does things to me! He's PERFECTION!

[multiharlot]

breakeven // aaron hotchner (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/374961950-breakeven-aaron-hotchner?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=multiwhore 

i know that i like...just posted a poll about this, but shamelessly, i’m gonna advertise it here too. so. hope u enjoy (✿◡‿◡)

[reidsbabyhoney]

love beyond the pages | s.r.

⊹ pov: you’re a bookshop owner and one fateful day spencer stumbles across your small shop, starting a love story ☕️

pairing: female!reader x spencer reid

category: fluff

cw: none

a/n: something short & sweet as an apology for being gone for so long. I apologize for the lack of borders, I had to sacrifice them to finish the post. also please ignore the dates on some of the messages, it truly shows how long I've been attempting to work on this post. please like/comment/reblog if you liked, this was so much fun to make and i want to continue making smaus!

spencer masterlist main masterlist

yourusername

♪ Like the Movies • Laufey

Liked by yourbestfriend and 189 others

yourusername my idea of the perfect day; being surrounded by books, cats, and pretty boy geniuses

yourbestfriend that caption…anything to share with the class?

yourusername @/yourbestfriend pretty boy that claims to read 20,000 words per minute came into the shop today…pretty sure i fell in love

yourfriend1 cutest bookshop owned by the cutest girl

♥️ by author

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February 17, 2025

penny.penelope

Liked by yourbestfriend, dr.swreid, and 72 others

penny.penelope Family Dinners @ Rossi’s

@/dr.swreid @/AaronHotch @/jj.jareau

yourbestfriend ugh, you’re so cute penny

penny.penelope @/yourbestfriend Love you cutie!!

ChocolateThunder no picture of me babygirl?

penny.penelope Those are for our eyes only 😉

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March 3, 2025

message between you (blue) and your best friend (grey)

em.prentiss

♪ Girls on Film • Duran Duran

Liked by jj.jareau, penny.penelope, yourusername, dr.swreid and 157 others

em.prentiss girls night hosted by the best @/yourusername

@/penny.penelope @/jj.jareau @/yourbestfriend

yourusername i only keep the shop open after hours for my favorite angels

em.prentiss I adore you so much, I could kiss you on the lips

yourusername don’t temp me with a good time, em

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June 23, 2025

messages between you (blue) and spencer (grey)

yourusername

♪ Sweet Life • Frank Ocean

Liked by yourbestfriend, penny.penelope, dr.swreid and 200 others

yourusername a little slice of my sweet life 🍰💌

yourbestfriend huh i wonder who took the first pic

yourusername you’ve mentioned this question a few times

penny.penelope I had the best time at your shop! Can’t wait to go back.

yourusername oh you angel, i loved hosting girls night! you’re welcome any time.

yourfriend3 is this a soft launch i smell…

yourusername i guess we’ll never know

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August 28, 2025

dr.swreid

Liked by jj.jareau, yourusername, em.prentiss, and 15 others

dr.swreid Date night with my pretty girl

ChocolateThunder boy genius, did i read that caption right?

penny.penelope If that’s who i think it is im going to SCREAM

AaronHotch Happy for you.

em.prentiss I got up and did a cartwheel

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October 16, 2025

yourusername

♪pretty boy • the neighbourhood

Liked by dr.swreid, em.prentiss, yourbestfriend, and 187 others

yourusername secret's out @dr.swreid

penny.penelope I KNEW IT!!!!

yourusername i’m surprised you didn’t hack his phone to get this information

ChocolateThunder so this is little miss pretty girl

yourusername the one and only

yourbestfriend i’m crying tears of joy right now

yourusername as if you didn’t know for months

dr.swreid I love you, my angel girl

yourusername forever and then some my pretty boy

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November 21, 2025

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taglist: @notarobotipromise @pleasantwitchgarden @taygrls @powerline-valley @october-baby25 @forevermorepassionate @lover-of-books-and-tea

*note* this is the last time I'm going to be using this taglist, so if you want to be added to the new one please click the linked post above!

[antheaholmesblog]

THAT BEAUTIFUL BEARD!!! 🔥🔥🔥

[mybelovedcharm]

pov: your Instagram but you are married to Aaron Hotchner

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pronouns used: she/her

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liked by spencerreid and 45 others

y/nhotch my little bean 💗

@mommajareau aww he’s getting so big!

↳ @y/nhotch I knoww!!

@pennyg look at those big brown eyes 🥺

↳ @y/nhotch he’s Aaron’s twin

@daddymorgan look at J man! I’m gonna teach him how to steal all the ladies 😉

↳ @y/nhotch I’d rather let him spend a day with Reid 😃

↳ @spencerreid hey, what’s wrong with that-

↳ @y/nhotch he’s gonna come back knowing every single number of pi.

↳ @spencerreid Actually you can’t know every single number of Pi because Pi is an irrational number, meaning that its decimal form never ends.

↳ @y/nhotch spence…

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Liked by mommajareau and 67 others

@y/nhotch he’s currently texting me that he’s lost 😂

@aaronhotch This is not funny.

↳ @y/nhotch I think it is 😋

↳ @aaronhotch I’m about throw your coffee away.

↳ @y/nhotchALRIGHT! I’m coming to you now 🙄

@rossitheman Is hotch at…Disneyland?

↳ @y/nhotch correct! It’s always been his dream to come.

↳ @aaronhotch She’s lying we are here for Jack.

↳ @y/nhotch keep telling yourself that babe.

@pennyg please bring me back some Mickey ears!

↳ @y/nhotch you got it babe!

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I saved this as a draft from like last year and just decided to post it for fun lol.

#criminalminds #hotchxreader #aaronhotchner #spencerreid #penelopegarcia #derekmorgan #fluff #sfw

[0nerd-at-heart0]

Pair: Step-Dad Hotch x Reader,

Minors DNI, 18+

warnings: masturbations, pet names like little girl, bad words, drinking, teasing, idk what else

word count: 3.6k

A/N: Thank you @thereideffects for all the feedback and thanks @ssahotchswife for all the inspo. Might make a part two, not quite sure yet, let me know if that something that's y'all might like :)

Feedback is always welcomed

Anger, a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.

The only word you could use to convey the feeling burning through you.

Coming back home for Spring Break was always the plan, what wasn't part of the plan was meeting your new Step-Dad.

Your mom and your relationship was what other people would call tainted. The single mom life wasn’t what she had in mind, but what she was left with the minute her husband walked out.

She learned to play with the cards she was dealt. She did her best. She took care of you, in her own twisted way.

There was always food and a roof over your head. And there was always an above mediocre babysitter looking after you.

Independence was something you learned as soon as you could walk and talk. You two tried not to step on each other's toes.You both did your own thing but always acknowledged that at the end of the day you were mother and daughter.

You tried not to step on each other's toes and do your own thing but at the end of the day you always acknowledged that you were mother and daughter.

She was all you had and you were all she had.

One would think she had some sentiment to the fact that you were her only daughter, but nope!

She dares call you the day before you are scheduled to fly back home to tell you that she got married. That she wanted it to be a surprise but couldn’t keep it in anymore.

How could she not invite you to her wedding, even if it was a civil court thing?  How could she not tell you she was even seeing anyone?

You pestered for more details but she wanted to keep some element of the surprise/mystery. The only thing she would budge on was telling you his name.

Aaron fucking Hotchner.

Looking back at your mom’s track record, you could only imagine what pretentious asshole you were about to meet. “Lucky” for you, you didn’t have to imagine for too long; the cab you took from the airport finally pulled up to your house

You paid the fee and oh so forcefully pulled your luggage out of the trunk. You dragged your luggage, and your feet, to the door. You reluctantly knocked on the door, ready to face your mom.

All of the sudden, as the door swings open, it reveals a man. A man wearing a three piece suit. A man with such a stern face but handsome features. A man with dark short hair, tan skin, and oh so dark eyes.

All anger flows out of you as embarrassment settles in. Could you have  knocked on the wrong house?  Did your mom move houses? It would be no surprise if she kept this a secret from you too.

Realizing you have been staring for too long, you suddenly shrunk a bit. His stare was burning into you. You opened your mouth to speak, but as you did so you saw his face change from a stern gaze to a small smile appearing on his face. Not a warm smile. Some might say it was a mischievous smile.

“Ah yes, you must be Y/N. Your mom has been waiting for you. Come on in”, he bluntly speaks. gesturing for you to enter.

This man is Aaron Hotchner?!? This man is your step-dad?!?!

Entering the house, it all felt familiar. Nothing has changed. The only thing different was there was a man living in your house.

The two of you were standing in the living room. You couldn’t decide if you should play nice or not. But before any of you could speak. You heard squeals come from the hallway. Next thing you know you were bombarded with a tight hug.

“Sweetheart, you're here!”, your mom exclaimed, squeezing you tighter in the hug. Aaron made eye contact with you and his face was unreadable. Before you know it he was pulling your mom away from you. Wrapping an arm around her waist. She just smiled at him

“Now, now. Let’s let her breathe'', he spoke in an almost condescending tone. Your mom started to babble about how much she missed you. You couldn't help but notice the way he was eyeing you.

You would say it was like a predator who found its prey. But you weren't prey. It was more  like two alphas meeting, neither one willing to back down.

The anger that had been building up for the past two day was now gone.

Confusion, the state of being bewildered or unclear in one’s mind about something.

That was the emotion running through you.

How could your mom let a man like this into her life?

From the first impression you could see he was possessive, aggressive and downright serious. The total opposite of your mom’s bubbly personality. What is his end goal here?

Did he think he could just walk into their lives and stake a claim?

An awkward pause has taken place as your mom awaits for you to reply. You realized you and Aaron have been staring each other down for so long that you didn’t hear a single word she said. You think of a safe response.

“I missed you a lot Mom”, you smile.

“I love you sweetie”, she coos, squeezing you into another hug.

You let out a big breath, happy that you gave out a correct response.

She pulls back and caresses your face. Her focus is on you and on Aaron.

“ I know all of this is rushed but I am happy that you two finally get to meet”, she marvelled.

She grabs your hand and with the other one she grabs Aaron’s, bringing them close to her body,

“I am going to go pick up some food for Stewart’s and we are going to have our first family meal together”, she added before letting go of both your guys hands.

She grabs her purse and gives each of you a quick peck on the cheek before heading towards the door. And before she closes the door she exclaims,” Mingle while I am gone”

There you two were, again. Staring at each other, again.

He’s the one to break the silence first, “You don’t like me do you?’

“No, not really”, you respond.

“You don’t even know”, he concurred.

“I don’t need to know”, you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I am going to tell you about myself anyways. I am a scorpio. I like to golf. I am a professor at the local university. I used to work in the FBI. But after seeing one too many things, I needed out”, he spoke.

“Really? Trying to go for the sympathy approach?”, you scoffed.

You walked away into the kitchen, opening the fridge. Not particularly hungry but you needed to get out of there. Out of that conversation.

“Really? You are  going to walk away from me? I thought because your mom asked us to mingle, you were going to play nice”, he asked.

“ I am playing nice. I just thought the conversation was over.”, you lied.

“You are really protective of your mom, aren’t you?”, he said.

“So what?”, you shrug.

You turn around to realize he was standing right behind you. In a blink of an eye he has pushed you against the fridge, pinning you to it, arms of his trapping you in. You would have pushed him away, but your body froze. Scared that your body was betraying you, you decided to look at your feet, not wanting to convey any emotion towards him.

“So, I am curious. Who protects you, who takes care of your needs'', he says, lifting your chin up with a finger. You see his mischievous grin as your eyes roam up to meet his. And as your eyes lock with his, you almost want to let your guard down. Almost.

Quickly smack his hand away, “I do.”, you state.

You walk away from him and back to the living room to grab your suitcase. Then you march upstairs to go to your room. Not before shouting out,” Tell my mom I am not hungry. I am calling it a night.”

You can hear a barely audible laugh come from him as you enter your room. You place your luggage next to your door before you flop onto your bed. As you lay in bed, you stare up at the ceiling. Your hand goes to touch the place on your chin where his finger was. His touch left a burning feeling there and his touch made you feel a burning feeling down at your core.

Disappointment, sadness or dispelasure caused by the nonfullliment of one’s hopes or expectations.

That’s the emotion circling your body,

But why?

Are you disappointed his touch didn't last longer?

Are you disappointed you didn't continue the conversation?

Are you disappointed that you feel a bit aroused by him?

Are you disappointed he is married to your mom”

Or

Are you disappointed that you are feeling/thinking these things at all?

There’s no use racking your brain around. He doesn't deserve your time and energy. You get up and change from your airport outfit to some pj’s. Hopefully with some sleep your mind will be cleared.

You woke up to the sun hitting your face. You let out a groan wishing the sun didn't exist. You tossed and turned, trying to get more sleep but it was no use. Leaning over, your clock read 10 am. Now is as good a time as ever to start your day.

You waddled your way downstairs, in dire need of coffee. Making your way into the kitchen, you find your mom leaning over the counter sipping on a cup of coffee. You head to the coffee machine and mumble a good morning. Morning Y/N meant grumpy Y/N.

“Morning sweetie”, your mom said in a bittersweet tone.

You knew that she was  upset about last night, not having the family dinner she wanted.

“Mom, I am sorry about last night”, you apologized.

“It’s okay, I just really want us to sit down and chat. All three of us”, she emphasized.

You stood next to her, also leaning against the counter sipping your coffee. It’s moments like these where it's very evident you two are mother and daughter.

She turns her face towards you before speaking,”How about we try again tonight? I know how impromptu this all was. But I want to tell you how he and I met. How we fell in love. How we decided to get married. You deserve to know”, she pleads.

You deserve a lot more than that, you think to yourself.

She sees the uncertainty in your eyes. And decided to bring in her secret weapon.

“How about when I come back from work, I stop by the store to pick up the ingredients for your favorite dish?”, she hopefully asks.

It’s safe to say that intrigues you. Oh how you missed her cooking.

“Okay mom, anything for you”, you sigh in defeat.

“Yay! Okay, I am going to go say goodbye to Aaron and then head out.”, she chirped, giving you a kiss on the cheek before heading to her ( and Aaron’s) room.

You put your half finished cup of coffee in the sink and head upstairs. It was very hard to get to sleep last night. You could put the blame on your mind for not shutting up but the blame was on your mom and Aaron’s activities last night. Or lack thereof.

You tried not to laugh at the replay in your head. But it was truly amusing hearing their conversation.

You grab your computer from your suitcase and sit in the middle of the bed, criss cross answering your emails.  You were intently focused on your computer that you didn’t notice your bedroom door had opened.

You finally look up to see Aaron leaning against the door frame.

“Don’t you ever knock!’’, you squeal, holding back the urge to throw a pillow at him.

“Bad habit. Just wanted to know if you wanted to eat breakfast with me”, he asked.

“No. You could see yourself out”, you shoo him away.

“It would be in your best interest if you and I were to get along. I am not going anywhere. Your mom and I are a perfect fit”, he said.

You can't help but snicker at that comment.

“What’s so funny?”, he frowns.

“You say you guys are a “perfect fit”, but last night says otherwise”, you smirk.

His brows furrowed in confusion.

“Thin walls. I could hear how much you fit or didn’t fit, to say in better words”, you continued.

Finally having the high ground. Or so you thought.

His confused face slowly morphed into a sly grin.

“It seems like you enjoy eavesdropping, little girl”, he said in an authoritative voice.

You can’t help the fact that it sounded sexy as hell. Your heart was racing. You stared at him and he was amused.

As he looked at you, he saw this wide eyed innocence. You act all so mighty but right now you look like a deer caught in headlights.

“You really got to stop being so bratty. Or else I might have to teach a thing or two about manners”, and with that he left.

Leaving you breathless. Did that just happen? What. The. Fuck.

The burning feeling came back. Your breathing was labored. You couldn't believe how turned on you were right now.  And you just know that son of a bitch knew what he was doing to you.

To cool off your body’s fiery feeling you decided to take a cold shower. You entered your bathroom. As you undress, you  turn the shower dial to cold.

The cold water does nothing to stop your throbbing pussy. Felt like you were left with no other choice. You turned the dial to almost scorching hot before grabbing  the shower head and turned it to the pulsing setting. You spread your legs, aiming the shower head to have the water hit you right at your clit.

With one arm occupied holding the shower head your other hand starts to roam your body. Landing on one of your breasts, you began to massage it. Plucking and twisting your nipple. Letting out soft moans. You then turned your attention to your other breast giving it the same treatment.

You began to thrust your hips a bit trying to chase your release but nothing was happening. You started thinking about what got you in this position in the first place.

Aaron.

You thought of his face and how he looked so sexy when he furrowed his brows.

You thought of the way his voice sounded as he called you little girl and brat.

You thought of it being his hands  groping your breast.

You thought of his hot breath against your pussy instead of the shower head.

Your hand stops handling your breast and you bring it down to your clit giving it a  pinch before finally climaxing.

“Aaron”, you moaned as the orgasm hit you.

After that eventful shower, you change into some shorts and a basic tee and continue to answer your emails. Not wanting to face the fact that you just masturbated to the thought of your step-dad.

You check your phone to see the time, you see that an old friend from high school texted you.

They were throwing a party and wanted to know if you were free. It would be a great chance to catch up. As you were about to respond to say you had plans, when a knock came from your bedroom door. Again.

“Come in”, you loudly say.

And the door opens to reveal Aaron, doesn’t he have a life or something.

“What? You back here for a round two of arguing”, you roll your eyes at him.

“As fun as that sounds, I was asked to come get you. Your mom is home and wants help prepping dinner”, he says.

“Yea okay, I’ll be down in a sec”, you shrug.

“Who knew you could follow orders”, he winks, before leaving the room.

You forgo your phone, as you throw it onto the bed as you get up to go downstairs.

You hop your way down the stairs and the kitchen comes into view. You see Aaron wrap his arms around your mom's waist. She is trying to cook but getting distracted by him.

They are giggling and laughing.

You stop walking at the sound of that. Your heart drops.

You scurry back up the stairs and into your room. Closing the door behind you as you lean against it.

Letting out a deep breath. You could feel your heart racing.

Envious, feeling or showing a desire to have what someone else has

The feeling that explains why you are locked in your room.

But what are you envious of?

The fact that your mom is happy and starting her new life?

Or the fact that Aaron is hers?

You shake your head. No, no, no. You can’t be feeling this way.

You run your hands down your face. How were you going to sit through a dinner with them?

Taking a look around your room as you pull and tug on your hair. Your eyes land on your phone.

Screw it!

You grab your phone and text your old friend. I’m in.

They text you the address and you can't believe you’re doing this. But in retrospect this wasn’t the first time you snuck out of the house.

You quickly change into a dress you packed in your suitcase. It wouldn't be your first choice, but it's what you had. You did some light makeup up and decided against wearing heels knowing that you had to climb out the window.

Let Aaron and your mom have a nice dinner. Without you. It’s not like you have been included in their life’s so far.

You climb out the window and head to the party.

It was great seeing your old friends. You danced the night away, with no shame. You drank one beer but knowing you were taking a cab home you stopped. You didnt want to be drunk and get into a stranger's car, that’s a murder movie waiting to happen.

Your friends brought out shots, and through much convincing you took one. But the image of going home to your mother and Aaron had you feeling some sort of way. That feeling led to another drink, then another. It's safe to say you lost count after 5.

Not completely drunk but tipsy, you look at your phone to see the time. It read 1 am. Fuck!

There was no way of getting a cab, especially being as tipsy as you are. Your friend offered a ride but her Volkswagen was already piled with 3 other people. There was no way of fitting.

You knew your only solution. Call your mom.

Ring. Ring. Nothing

Ring. Ring. Nothing.

It was like that everytime. You always got her voicemail. After the 5th time you gave up.

You wanted to blame your next action on being drunk. But you knew better when you called him.

“Hello?”, his voice rang,

“I hate calling you”, that’s a lie,” But i need a ride home.”

“Send me the address, I'll be there shortly”, he sighed and hung up.

15 minutes later.

“Get in’, his voice shook a core in you. The low timbre pulls you out of your thoughts.

You get in the car,” Thank you for this Aaron”.

No words are spoken for a good 5 minutes. It isn't until you are pulled at a red light where you try to speak again.

“You really aren't going to speak to me”, you asked.

No response.

“Come on-”, you were cut off by him.

“Just shut up”, his voice boomed loudly, you were pretty sure the cars around you could hear him.

You stayed quiet, mouth shut. You even made it so that your breathing was quiet. The only sound to be heard was the cars outside.

You finally pulled up to the house.

“It’s nice to know you can follow some directions”, he huffs.

You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off, “ I didn't give you permission to speak, did I?’’, his voice lowers as he speaks with such authority.

You shake your head. He gets out of the car and turns to your door, helping you get out. Grabbing your hand as you hopped down the car. His hand was still  yours. His grip tightened as he led you inside the house.

You could have struggled and asked him to let you go but as they say curiosity killed the cat. He led you to the kitchen and you were both standing by the sink.

In a swift movement, he turned on the sink, grabbed the spray and covered you in water.

‘What the hell”, you yelped.

“Are you sober now”, he asked.

“Aar-” spray

“Yes or no”, he continued to ask.

“What-” spray

“Stop-” spray

``Yes or no”, he emphacicied more.

“Yes”, you blurted out not wanting to get sprayed anymore.

“Good cause we need to talk”, Aaron chastised.

Dripping wet, from arousal and sink water. You moved past him to head upstairs to your room to change. But before you can take a step towards the stairs. He grabs your forearm, giving you the “where do you think your going look”, pulling you towards the living room

“I think we are done here”, you scoff, yanking your arm away from his grip.

He towers over you,” No, not yet darling. It’s about time I teach you a lesson.”

[desideriumwriter]

(1x21) this will never leave my mind

[maddiereid]

YALL PLEASE LOOK AT THE GIF I JUST MADE!!! IM IN LOVEEEE

[qslovebot]

I hit 100 followers last night- thank you SO much!

I'm so glad you guys are liking what I'm writing since this is pretty much the end of my first week on tumblr <3

Very, very, very thankful for how welcome I feel already

please REQUEST HERE so I can write your idea because I'm so happy you follow me and I'm so COMPLETELY WILLING

(ask for one-shots, headcanons, imagines, blurbs, ANYTHING)

Love you all

[antheaholmesblog]

Love his backside! He looks so good in his vest, when in action.

[antheaholmesblog]

Yes to everything above!!!

essays i want to write about hotch

hotch and fire -> who couldn't he save? what happened?

hotch and gideon's relationship -> because spencer wasn't the only one gideon walked away from

the foyet arc -> specifically the stabbing. specifically how it was almost 100% also sexual assault and how hotch chooses to deal with it

hotch and anger -> i wonder if he has his father's temper

hotch and his team -> he loves them so deeply, so completely. that has to take a toll.

the scratch arc -> being drugged like that has to leave some kind of deep mental scars. as well as seeing a victim with your name carved into their forehead. also im convinced that if TG hadn't left, spencer's prison arc would have been hotch's instead.

hotch and autism -> and how he sees a freedom in reid that he feels he's never had for himself.

hotch's childhood -> "an extremely violent, abusive household" ok lets expand on that!!

hotch and leadership -> heavy is the head that wears the crown

[audreyxmoon]

she’s the one

A little story I’m working on, you are Agent Monroe, and you think you might be catching feelings for a particular Doctor in the BAU.

A bit of a slow burner, part 1.

TW: Fluff, CM case talk, violence (in future chapters), and NOT cannon to the CM universe

I'd been working at Interpol for around two years, and just as I was about to get comfy, preparing for my first long term undercover mission, my boss Agent Perkins decided they needed me at the BAU, so a week later I walked into the open plan bullpen holding a cardboard box with my things. I stumbled down the short set of stairs trying not to drop the heavy box when a man approached me taking the box from my hands and tucking it easily under a toned bicep. 'You must be Agent Monroe?' He asked.

'Yeah!' I said brightly.

'I'm Agent Morgan.' He said with a cheeky grin. 'I'll introduce you to the team.' He lead me over the the group of desks in the centre of the room, dropping my box on the only empty one. Sitting at the desk beside mine was a woman with long dark hair, she was scribbling in a case file. I assumed the desk on the other side was Agent Morgan’s. Across from my desk a lanky guy sat in a swivel chair staring at me as he fiddled with a pen in his long fingers. I smiled raising my eyebrows and he quickly looked away, and I could see that he was blushing. At the desk beside the lanky guy's was another woman with blonde hair, she was talking furiously into a phone. Before Morgan could say anything Agent Hotchner beckoned me into his office up the stairs, and I quickly complied. 'Hello again Agent Hotchner.' I said politely.

'Nice to see you Agent Monroe.' Agent Hotchner began before reeling off a list of rules. He and Agent Rossi had picked me out of high school to work undercover for Interpol so I was used to his no-nonsense ways. 'And Hotch is fine.' His eyes sparkled with the closest resemblance of smile his stony face could muster before opening the door for me. 'Get to know the team a bit.' He ushered me out of his office so I was out on the landing. The huddle that had formed around Agent Morgans desk looked over at me guiltily and unceremoniously dispersed. 'For profilers they're not very inconspicuous.' Agent Rossi mused from behind me, making me smirk before entering Hotch's office. I walked down the stairs before I was intercepted by the blonde and the brunette. 'Hi, I'm JJ.' The blonde said with a grin.

'I'm Prentiss.' The brunette followed.

'As in, Emily Prentiss?' I asked surprised.

'Yeah, I heard you're from Interpol?' Prentiss replied.

'Yeah.'

'Is Perkin's still a hardass?' Prentiss asked.

'Yeah.'

We both laughed, as JJ lead us back to the desks. 'Agent Monroe these are Morgan and Dr Spencer Reid.'

Dr Reid was the lanky one, and he waved with a small smile that made me instinctively smile back.  'You can just call me Aud. Everyone does.'

'Okay Aud. Where are you from?' Morgan asked.

'I'm from a lot of places but my mum's Korean and my dad's white. I've lived virtually everywhere though.'

'You have a seemingly Australian accent which makes you part of the point zero, zero, zero three percent of the American population that have migrated from Australia.' Dr Reid randomly spouted.

I blinked. 'Do you just... have that information in your head.'

'He has an eidetic memory.' Morgan said rolling his eyes. 'Basically, he's a walking encyclopaedia.'

Dr Reid looked down bashfully, a half smirk on his face that made the pit of my stomach feel weird. I tried to settle the feeling by making myself a coffee in the small kitchenette, also because I hadn't been assigned anything to do yet. I wasn't sure why I was here. I wasn't a terrible Interpol agent. I'd help capture one of the most notorious drug lords in North America by posing as his girlfriend for a full month. I didn't have much longer to ponder as Morgan touched my arm, sidling in beside me. 'Wanna come to the bar after work You can get a lift with me and Reid, the whole team's coming.'

'Sure!' I said eagerly. I was always up for a drink. 'If I can back more drinks than you tonight you owe me 20 dollars.' I said bravely.

Morgan looked taken aback for a moment before a determined look settled on his face. 'Bet. I can just tell we're gonna be good friends.' We shook on it and I wandered back to my desk to sit and wait for a few more hours.

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After about ten minutes I was bored again, and it was just me and Dr Reid left in the Bullpen. I strolled over and peered over his shoulder to see he was frowning at a hefty case file. 'What are you looking at?' I asked, bringing JJ's chair over and sitting down beside Reid.

'Nothing!' He said slamming the file closed and shoving it clumsily into a drawer, a photograph fluttering out and onto the floor. We both leant down to pick it up and our hands touched. I quickly pulled my hand away, and Reid shoved the photograph back into the drawer. 'S-sorry about that.' He stuttered, smoothing his hair behind his ears.

'S'allright. Confidentiality and that.'

He smiled up at me. 'How old are you?'

'23 this year.' I replied.

'Seriously! Im 24. You've beaten my record!' He said surprised. 'We're basically kids to everyone else.' He said leaning back in his chair.

'How long have you been here?'

'Not long, maybe a year or so.'

I nod. The conversation stills, and I have to stop myself from saying anything stupid to fill the sudden space. 'Can you help me with something?' Reid asked tentatively.

'Of course!' I said a little more eagerly than I would've liked. Reid removed a case file from the stack on his desk and rolled his chair over so I could bring mine in beside his at the desk. He opened it to reveal a series of pictures showing 6 different victims. There was no damage to the body but the glazed over eyes showed they were dead. 'There were high amounts of adrenaline in the toxicology report.' Reid nodded.

'What's suspicious? Could've been a heart attack.' I asked.

'That's what I thought...' We spent the next few hours theorising over the case until Morgan grabbed Reid from behind, scaring him. Morgan laughed as Reid batted him away annoyed. 'It's home time kids.' He said. Reid began shoving random things into his satchel and I grabbed my bag from my desk. 'Audrey!' I heard someone call. I turned around to see one of my friends from high school pull me into a tight hug. 'Penelope!' I gasped. 'Wha-'

'I'm the tech analyst here.' She said.

I hugged her again. 'Pen! Why didn't you say anything!'

'I wanted it to be a surprise!'

'Aww you silly chook.' I said warmly.

'C'mon guys!' Morgan called from the doorway. I got in the back of Morgan's car with Reid as Penelope got in the front and Morgan drove. Penelope and Morgan began to go on about some guy named Kevin as Reid picked at his argyle print woolen vest. 'So how did you find your first day at the BAU?'

'Pretty cruisy if I'm honest.'

'Trust me, it get's worse.' Reid said, but this smile wasn't joking, and it didn't quite reach his eyes.

'Well at least I've got some of the best to teach me.' I said with a smirk, nudging Reid's dress shoed foot with my own converse clad one. I nod at the book on his lap. 'Hemmingway?' I ask.

'Yeah.'

'You're planning on reading Hemmingway while you're at a bar?' I asked incredulously.

'Bars aren't really my thing...' Reid said raising his eyebrows and gesturing at himself.

'Aw sure they aren't, pretty girls and guys, drinks, dancing, there's something for everyone!'

Morgan laughed from the front. 'If you can get Reid to have one drink then I'll give you 10 dollars.'

'Added onto our original bet?' I asked.

'Of course because I'm going to win and there's no way you can get Reid to even have a sip of a drink.'

'Oh its on.' I responded.

[rpaaronhotchner]

Well hi there sir *smirk*

Well hello there pretty thing *smirks back winking at you*

[magublers-blog]

I don`t know what about you, but

I want more films and series where Matthew Gray Gubler will play the main role

[happiest-hotch]

pov: your instagram but you're married to Aaron Hotchner

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sean_hotchner: can confirm, it took his ego to new heights

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