#hqtchner masterlist

[softestqueeen]

✧*̥˚ spencer reid fic recs part 5 *̥˚✧

gif from @hqtchner

a/n: *heavy sigh* another month, another fic rec list! yes, i am insane, you know the drill.

i had to split this into three posts, fluff , smut, and angst/hurt/comfort becasue there were so many 😭😭

✨ favourites

part 1 I part 2 I part 3 I part 4 I part 5 I my criminal minds masterlist

✧*̥˚ fluff*̥˚✧

admirer by @gf2bellamy

convention by -//-

sleep by -//-

headscratches by -//-

boyfriend!spencer hcs by @ihatethecrowdsyouknowthat

cats out of the bag by @laufeysvalentine

missing kiss by @spidercatweb

moments of glad grace by @miedei

bed chem by @dearlenore

cosmic love by @cherrygarcia-07

readers back by @siriuslylantsov

shut-eye by -//-

drunken confessions by -//-

thirty-six hours by @reiding-writing

theoretical knowledge vs. practical application by @eternlmoonshine

r.e.m. by @gold-onthe-inside

it's so sweet by @l0vergirlwrites

in infinite universes by @nereidprinc3ss

golden hour by @patchs-curiosity-corner

the scent of her by @casedclosedbye

ton 618 by @vatelixx

your star next to mine by @notlongtolove

spence headcannons by @jsmainblog

sfw alphabet by -//-

lovely love letters by @amorre1989

wedding night by @spxfav

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[hqtchner]

The BAU Social Media Series

twitter

twitter accounts

elite 7

daily hotchniss banter

1. no <3

2. you know it’s nice to be wanted

4. you’re a federal agent

7. who is burning my kitchen?

chaotic trio banter

1. apply cold water to burned area

2. can’t argue with science!

typical moreid

1. spencer <3

2. critical thinking skills

bau team

what actually happened during the sexual harassment meeting in 9x12

hotchniss + chaotic trio

em + reid’s dynamic

1. where*

2. a COW STARTED CHASING ME

imessage

hotchniss

3. PRINGLES??

5. serious talk

moreid

3. I’m on my way, what should I bring?

snapchat

daily hotchniss banter

3. haha you’re alone

facebook

daily hotchniss banter

6. That’s my son.

netflix

bau elite 7 x netflix movie poster

bau elite 7 x netflix

video edits

mr. and mrs. hotchner

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Goodbye From Lonely

gif credits @hqtchner

summary: you’re the key to locking away hotch’s loneliness, until you aren’t.

pairing: f!reader x aaron hotchner

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS, brief vague mention of near death, angst, kissing, brief smut, loneliness, feelings, assumed unrequited love, depression, happy ending

AN: i literally have no clue, based on goodbye from lonely by superfruit from my driving playlist. hope y’all enjoy!

word count: 2.3k

cm masterlist | requests are open

“You swore to me, Hotch.”

These are the first words that have come out of your mouth since he’d put himself in harm's way to save you. They make him flinch, the use of his formal nickname stinging as you say it. He knows that you calling him Aaron is a luxury, something that he shouldn’t have gotten so used to but it's hard when it rolls off your tongue so easily.

You’re right; he had promised to keep the boundaries set and he’s a man who prides himself on keeping his word. Yet, he’d overstepped at the first sign of you being in danger since this had all started.

He sighs in defeat, “I know and I apologize for letting my emotions get the best of me, but I couldn't pretend that I was okay with that.”

“I’m a capable agent, I’ve proven myself here,” You say firmly.

He feels guilty, not only for breaking his promise but that his actions have you doubting yourself. While your words scream confidence, your eyes say otherwise.

“I know that.”

You cross your arms against your chest, not satisfied that he understands yet, “I wouldn't be on this team if I didn't have the qualifications.”

“Honey, I know.”

“That was so embarrassing. And it felt like you didn't trust me.”

Hotch bristles at that, his mouth setting into a frown, “Me saving your life was embarrassing?”

You glare back at him, unphased, “You know that's not what I meant. If it were Derek or Dave or even Emily, this would've gone much differently.”

“I made the call that I felt needed to be made. I can admit that my judgment in making that decision was clouded, but you're not just an agent to me, you’re…” He trails off, unsure what to say.

He knows what he wants, but you haven’t initiated more, leaving him to assume that you’re happy with things the way they are. He tries not to let that settle in his heart, focusing on the fact that you want him around at all.

“Your fuck buddy,” You supply and somehow his frown sets deeper.

“We’ve talked about that, I don't like when you call yourself that.”

“Well, it's true, it’s all I can ever be,” It comes out of your mouth just a whisper, arms tightening around yourself.

Silence falls between the two of you as you both sit with your own guilt.

It feels wrong to push him away given the circumstances, but this is exactly what you didn’t want. You didn’t want him treating you differently, even though your feelings for him have deepened. You didn’t want anyone weaseling their way into your heart the way he has. You can only blame yourself for getting involved with a man that’s efficient at anything he puts his mind to though you’re sure he wasn’t trying to make you fall for him. He’s your boss and while you’re in a compromised position engaging in whatever this is between you, you know that he would never approve of a real relationship. Right? That thought process all you need to decide to cut things off.

“Can we not argue, not after that? Please?” You ask softly, trying to extend an olive branch to him. You dare a glance at him and find that he's already looking at you, answering your question with a weak nod.

“Come here,” He holds his hands out to you and you quickly close the space between you. He squeezes your hands firmly before letting go and cupping your face in his hands. “You’re sure you're okay?”

“A little shaken up, but that’s a given. I’m okay and I’m here, Aaron. You feel me,” You place your hands over his.

His eyes drift away from yours as he speaks, “I couldn’t think straight.”

“I know me either, but it's fine because we’re right here,” You reassure him, lifting to the tips of your toes to ask silently for a kiss.

When he captures your lips with his, he can taste it. Taste the goodbye in how you feverishly try to consume him, and in every move afterward. Your fingers thread into his hair, your body a solid line of hot heat against his. There's a novelty to the desperation in your movements as you work yourself and then him out of his clothes.

With each pause, each longing look, each reach for him he can feel you breaking the bonds that you've created. Even in his recognition of it, he can't say no to you. He craves your body, often falling asleep to the thought of being deep inside of you. He tumbles into bed first, enamored with the sight of you soft and naked above him. The two of you kiss some more, slow and wet, and he lets himself get lost in you.

At least there’s one last time, is all he can think to himself when you straddle him.

When you whine his name over and over, sweet like honey, he closes his eyes and tightens his grip on your hips, trying to ingrain both the sound and feel of you into his brain. You bend to kiss him, your hips coming down against him over and over, taking him like you’re made for it. It takes little time for you to ride him to your peak, clenching tightly around him as you moan wantonly on top of him. Your orgasm triggers his, and he clutches you close as he fucks his release further into you.

Neither of you speaks again, he just submits to you when you slant your mouth against his, letting him slip out of you. He will gladly let you take and take until he has nothing else to give.

“Thank you for saving me, baby,” You whisper eventually, your lips brushing against his skin, still damp with sweat.

He melts under the sweetness in your voice, “Anytime.”

When you fall asleep in his arms the familiar waves of loneliness wash over him and he grows empty. It hasn't hit him this hard since the two of you began this, but with you slipping out of his fingers it comes back more powerful than before. He tries to keep himself from drowning in it, peering down at your face. Lost in your serenity and beauty, he wonders how you'll be once the two of you part.

Will things go back to the way they were before this? He hadn't known that you were attracted to him, didn't know you looked at him as more than your superior. You treated him the same as everyone else and cared for him just as thoroughly as you did everyone else— unafraid of the boundaries others set because of his title. Unafraid to break the rules when you detected his well-hidden attraction towards you.

Would you still care for him like that? Still buy him his coffee and donut when you stop for the rest of the team? Still bring him tea when you make yours when the two of you are the last two up on the jet? Stay behind to help him finish reports because you’re just as dedicated to the job?

After hours of overthinking, he finally succumbs to sleep, wound tightly around you as the two of you rest.

Morning comes too quickly, both of you groaning at the sound of his alarm. His waking up early lends itself to your situation, allowing you enough to cuddle and kiss before either of you need to get up and get ready.

He lingers as long as he can, knowing that he’s just one goodbye from lonely. Before he leaves your room he pulls you into a kiss abruptly, causing you to squeak into his mouth. He swallows that noise and everyone that follows eagerly, his fingers firm at the base of your neck.

“What was that for?” You ask breathlessly when he finally pulls away.

“I’m just glad you're okay.”

Your expression softens, guilt planting in your chest, and you treat him to another kiss. What you both know to be your last kiss, though neither of you have spoken the words.

There's a gray filter that settles over his life after that day. You're another failed attempt at connection. With the divorce and limited contact with Jack, he does what he does best– work. It gets easier to see you day in and day out because he grows more numb to life as time passes.

You’re the first to notice the change in him, though you feel strange bringing it up to the others. Reid immediately agrees with you, and Morgan wonders out loud if Hotch hasn’t been laid in a while. Wanting to steer the conversation away from that, you account it to losing Haley and the lack of time he gets to spend with Jack. All of you take your turns trying to take care of him. It's take-out containers when one of you notes he hasn't eaten, or another cup of coffee when his eyes look a little too glazed over. You take on more reports than before trying to lighten his load but he stays late anyway.

You hate seeing him like this, hate that you're the cause of it all but this is for the best. It's not that this isn't hard for you, you care for him more deeply than you'd ever planned to. But a relationship with a coworker, let alone your boss, isn't ideal. It would make everything more complicated and you’ve had enough of that in life.

As time drags on, your loneliness starts to fester inside of you. It doesn't matter how many dates you end up on, or how many people end up in your bed. When you’re finally alone after all the encounters, you’re left with yearning. That yearning lets the doubt that’s been locked up in the back of your mind free, and you're finally able to be honest with yourself.

You miss him and you're not sure that there's anyone who could fill the void that’s appeared since you left him. It takes weeks to work through your guilt and hesitancy, but eventually you decide to tell him how you feel. Even if he's moved on, you have to let him know. He has to know that he's worth every complication that could come from a relationship with him.

The perfect opportunity rolls around; a Friday night that you've decided to stay late, nothing else but work to do. You walk into his office with a stack of reports ready to be completely honest.

“Got these reports for you, sir.”

He gives you a stiff nod, keeping his eyes trained on the files you placed on his desk, “Thank you.”

It's a clear cue to leave, and for a moment you lose your gumption, turning around and heading towards the door. Absentmindedly, he lets out a sigh, soft and heavy at the same time, and you stop in your tracks, facing him once more.

When he realizes that you’re still here, he peers up at you, eyebrows knit together in confusion, “Is there something I can do for you, agent?”

His stare almost turns your body to jello but you straighten your shoulders with a deep breath, “Have you eaten?”

“I’m not sure how that’s relevant.”

“Just answer the question, Aaron.”

His eyes widen at your use of his first name, and his bottom lip sweeps over his tongue before he answers, “No, I haven’t eaten.”

“There’s this diner this guy I used to see told me about. He never took me though…”

Hotch can’t help the smile that pulls at his lips. The diner you’re referencing is one 5 minutes away from his apartment that he’s mentioned before. He had never taken you because that felt too much like a date, and he didn’t want to scare you away.

“This guy sounds like a drag,” His voice is monotone and you struggle to hold yourself together.

“He can be a little intense, but I don’t know.” You shrug playfully before continuing, “I really care about him. Could see myself being with him for the foreseeable future if he was interested,” You move closer, trailing your finger across his desk.

“He’s definitely interested,” He rises to his feet, coming around the desk to stand next to you.

“Oh, so you two have had a little chat?” You feel your face growing warm under his gaze.

“We’ve had plenty of chats.”

You don’t hesitate to close the gap between you, pressing your lips firmly to his. His hands find your hips immediately, pulling you tightly against his body. He’s licking into your mouth, desperate for the taste of you that he’s been missing for months. As always, your fingers are in his hair, knotting into the silkiness as you anchor him to you. You'll never take moments like this for granted again, melting into him as he kisses you breathless

“I’m sorry, for everything,” You mumble against his lips once the kiss breaks.

He shakes his head, shushing you gently, “It’s alright.”

“It’s not, I shouldn’t have walked away. I got scared.”

“Feeling like these are scary, I understand. Just don’t do it again,” He adds playfully and you look up at him, giggling against his cheek.

“Won’t happen again, sir,” You answer cheekily and he squeezes your hips, long strong figures gripping you tightly.

“Let me finish up here, and then we can head out?”

“Give me more work, I’ll help if I can so we can get out of here earlier,” You offer, eager to leave and talk through everything with him.

“You know what, let’s just call it a night now. Did you drive here today?”

“No…could I…could I stay over at your place tonight?”

His cheeks turn a muted, delicious shade of pink at your question, “I would really like that.”

You lean in for one last kiss before heading back to your desk to pack up your things. Hotch beats you, joining you at your desk with his go bag. You look up at him in surprise, nervous about the few stragglers in the office seeing you together. But he just gives you a reassuring smile, holding his hand out to you.

“Ready?”

For less loneliness. For not being afraid. For spending time with him unapologetically. For caring about him openly and honestly. You're ready for it all.

“Ready,” You say as you slip your hand into his.

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[hotch-stufff]

Hey girl, I hope your having a good day

I was wondering if you could write a Hotch! fem reader where they're married and have been for like year's but the team doesn't know about it and one day Morgan calls out Hotch and they both answer! I hope that made sense. Love your blog💕

Hotch? Which one?

Gif by hqtchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Wc: 1.7k

Warnings!: fluff, kissing, mentions of a child case, not.al criminal minds things, maybe kinda suggestive, playful and soft Hotch, but seriously super fluffy

Description: You are secretly married to the one and only Aaron Hotchner, what happens when Morgan yells out Hotch, and you both answer?

A/n: awe, thank you 💕 seriously loved this idea, hope you all do too! Sorry it took me so long to get out! Anyways, here is some Hotch fluff for your Saturday night ;)

-Masterlist-

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Your eyes flutter open as you feel a warm pair of lips on your neck. You sigh contently, but bury your face in your pillow, not ready to get up yet. A deep chuckle fills your ears and you smile to yourself as his arm wraps itself around your waist.

"Goodmorning sweetheart." He whispers into the morning air.

"G'morning." You murmur sleepily. The kisses start up again and you giggle at the ticklish feeling, turning around in his arms. He pulls back slightly, and he just stares at you. 

"God, you're beautiful." He says and leans forward to place his lips on your own. You kiss him passionately as your heart warms at the compliment. 

"Dont wanna get up." You mutter against his lips and he chuckles again. 

"You have to sweetheart." He sits up on his elbow peering down at you. "We have that conjoined case today."

"Oh, don't remind me." You roll your eyes as Aaron softly tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. "We have to pretend, again." You whine and he sighs. "Do you know how hard it is for me to pretend that I'm not in love with you?" 

"Probably just as hard as it is for me." He pauses, thinking for a moment. "We could, just tell them." He suggests and you freeze, a little shocked by his words.

"Honey, are you sure? I know we're in different departments, but you said you wanted to be professional. And I mean it keeps us safer. I guess it doesn't matter, up to you. Maybe we should, I mean my team knows, but yours doesn-" He cuts off your rambling with a searing kiss and you freeze for a moment. He pulls back and it takes you a few moments to process words. Your husband's kisses usually have that effect on you.

"So do you want to tell them?" You ask after you catch your breath.

"Yes. As soon as this case is over." You smile and nod.

"Okay. But we aren't ever going to finish the case if we don't get up." Aaron rolls over top of you holding himself up with his arms on either side of your head.

"If you insist." He starts, placing a kiss on your nose. "But maybe… a… few… more… kisses…" He places a kiss on your lips after every word, already forgetting that he was trying to get you up in the first place.

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After several more kisses, you and Aaron finally make your way into the office, just in time for your two teams to meet together in the bullpen. You are eternally grateful that no one finds it suspicious that you both come in at the same time. Probably thinking you just had a meeting together before the case. Your teams head to the conference room after seeing you walk in not noticing Aaron's hand on the small of your back.

Little did they know of the wedding rings resting on your necklace under your blouse and Aaron's on a pin under his tie. 

When you think about it, it wasn't really your plan to hide your marriage. You never thought you would be one to hide the love for your husband. But then you had met Aaron Hotchner. Funny enough, it had been a conjoined case similar to the present case. Aaron being the unit chief of the BAU and you the unit chief of the Child Crimes Unit, you clashed. A lot. 

Never getting along, your teams dreaded cases where you had to get together. Of course, one case in particular hit a little too hard, and Hotch had found you curled in a chair, crying in one of the break rooms. He had rushed to your side in an instant, comforting you through your tears. That night you had seen a whole different side of Aaron Hotchner. 

Of course that one moment turned into a beautiful new friendship. Which had led to dates and kisses and a secret relationship. A marriage was soon to follow, and you both wanted to married so bad, you had just eloped. Only Rossi, Jack, and Jess by your sides. Rossi officiated the small ceremony and that was about six months ago. 

You had told your team after a month, fining it too difficult to keep it hidden. They had all agreed to jokingly call you Hotch, after hearing Aaron's own team do it to him.

You had already talked to them about avoiding that in today's case.

Aaron had found it harder to tell his team. They were his family. But he wanted to protect you as much as possible. Especially after Haley. 

Your thoughts are dragged away from a small kick under the table. You turn to your left, and spot your husband with a slight smirk on his face. The meeting continues, Garcia presenting the case.

"Alright lovelies, and guest lovelies! We have three murders, all local, all 10 year old boys." She begins and you take a deep breath preparing yourself. As much as you loved your job, it was always hard to hear of all the horrible things people did to these poor kids.

A hand finds its way to your thigh and squeezes to ground you. You shake away your wandering thoughts again and focus. 

"They were all killed the same way, strangulation. Coroner says it was a pillow over their face, while sleeping." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "Local police have no leads, and are desperate for help." Hotch looks up at his team and yours listening for ideas.

"Could be remorse." Davis, one of your agents speaks up first. Jj and Reid nod along.

"It's almost peaceful. He doesn't want to hurt the kids, but he feels he needs to." Morgan adds.

"I suggest looking into people who have lost a child." You suggest.

"You got it babe. Got more for me?" Garcia asks and the teams continue to go back and forth with ideas, nothing really building up the profile. Idea after idea is passed around. Everyone was beginning to grow frustrated, the tension building in the room.

"What about a sick kid? A kid in pain?" Prentiss starts rattling off. She stands and begins pacing. Wilsom, one of your best agents, stands as well.

"Yes. The remorse, the peaceful killing, it all makes sense." He starts.

"When did the killing start?" Aaron asks.

"Three months sir." Garcia answers.

"Check out parents, male, early 30s, who recently lost a child to disease, an accident, anything." Hotch speaks and Garcia is instantly typing away.

"Two hundred seventy four hits." 

"Try limiting it to the victim's profile, men with a ten year old boy." Jj pipes up.

"Thirty seven hits." 

"The child would have been in pain, he believes he is stopping the pain. He doesn't want the kids to hurt anymore. He thinks he is helping them." Garcia shakes her head, that doesn't lower her search at all. You think and think. 

"There has to be something else. I want everyone to look into the jobs of the suspects. I know it's a lot, but there are a lot of us. The quicker the better." You say and Aaron nods.

"What are we looking for?" Rossi asks.

"He would have needed to blend in. Parents couldn't have been suspicious of anything. Repair men, plumbers, electricians. Anything. Get to work." Hotch announces and everyone stands moving around. You and Hotch begin discussing more of the case, trying to find different angles when Morgan speaks up.

"Hotch?" You and Aaron both turn around at the name, ready to answer.

"Yeah?" Two voices ring out and it takes you a moment to realise you and your husband had both answered. You freeze and so does he. The room is tense and silent. Your team stares at you with smirks on their faces, and Aaron's with shock. 

"What?" Spencer is the first one to say anything, case seemingly forgotten for the moment, his brows furrowed, and you giggle at the situation. Aaron looks at you and smiles softly. 

"Alright. I guess we have some explaining to do." He says and Rossi chuckles patting him on the back. 

"Hi guys, I'm Agent Hotchner, nice to meet you." You say with a smirk and wave slightly. Garcia's mouth falls open and Morgan lets out a loud laugh. 

"Im sorry. What?" Emily looks more confused than you have ever seen her and you can't help but begin laughing again. You leave it to your husband to explain. But he himself looks like he is barely keeping it together.

"We may, or may not have gotten married." Hotch says way too casually for anyone to process. Its only silent for a moment more before the room erupts with questions and shouts of congradulations. You catch money being exchanged between Wilson, Rossi, and Davis and they each shoot you a wink. You roll your eyes as Hotch tries to calm his team.

"Alright! That's enough." He says sternly, but you see the twitch in his eyebrow and the smirk threatening to break out on his face. "Yes, we are married, yes we eloped. No, we aren't talking about this now. We can discuss it when the case is over. Please get back to work, I will be in my office if you need me." He finished with an official tone and he swiftly walked out of the room. All eyes fall to you and you take that as your cue to follow your husband. You smile softly at the team and quickly walk out of the room. 

As soon as you shut the door to his office, Aaron has you pressed against the door, his face buried in your neck as he laughs.  

"Did you see their faces?" You asked, amusement filling your voice. He nods and presses a sloppy kiss to your neck. Pulling back, he gazes at you and shakes his head. 

"God. They are going to kill me." Aaron whispers. "Seriously. I think Garcia was planning my murder." You roll your eyes at his dramatics.

"Oh please. You'll be fine." You say and he smacks your ass playfully. 

"Yeah, you don't have to deal with the wrath of Penelope, so shut it missy." You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck kissing him gently. 

"You are ridiculous."

"But you love me."

"That I do."

"I love you too sweetheart." And he kisses you, or at least tries to through your giggles.

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Thanks for reading!! <3

[hotched]

Freshman Year - Part 1

Summary: You were a model student - for him. You ignored your other classes but every moment around him had you mesmerized. When he started offering once a month optional lectures, you were always the first to come and the last to leave.

Masterlist to A Million Little Times series

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: briefest of references to fingering/smut, small mention of (not) drinking/bars

A/N: some lightheartedness for a minute before we get into the angst next chapter. I’m not very good at the whole get to know you phase so bare with me while we get to more of the plot 🥺

Gif credit goes to @hqtchner <3

It had started innocent. Yes, you may have spent most nights dreaming of his hand between your thighs or sneaking under his desk but it was just an easy way to pass the time. None of the students in your class interested you. They were all too worried about the next party, the next time they could get drunk or high. You wanted a man, someone who was more mature than childish shenanigans. A man who knew how to treat a woman and Professor Hotchner was there, ripe for the picking.

You never meant anything by it. You were too shy to even talk to him outside of class, let alone actually try anything. But that didn’t keep you from looking.

You answered every question he asked. If he asked for participation, you gave freely. If he asked for deliberation, you played the devil's advocate. Your eyes never left him but his gaze seemed to linger as well. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, it was just a silly little crush.

It was about a month into the class when you were alone with him again. This time you were still just as shy, getting to your class a good fifteen minutes early and sliding into your seat as quietly as possible. The only difference between the first time is that your seat was as close to his desk as you could get, now front and center so you’re nearby when he lectures and when he’s grading papers during self-study classes. You shot him a quick smile before putting your head back down. His eyes had been on you since you walked through the door, looking up from his paperwork and leaning back against his chair.

You had just sat down and turned to unload your books from your backpack when his warm voice broke the quiet and scared you into dropping your stuff, “I’m glad you’re on time, but there is such a thing as being too early”.

The tenor of his voice was teasing as it vibrated through your body. Your shivers were definitely from the surprise you told yourself.

With a half-hearted laugh, you reached down to pick up the fallen books and hid your face. You were giggling quietly at his comment when you gathered the courage to retort back.

“Well then what do you have to say for yourself?”

His answering huff of laughter made your heart soar. The too serious man had such a beautiful laugh, you wished you would hear it more often.

He didn’t get the chance to answer before other students started to rush into the room. While you were always the first, there were a couple of other freshmen that came early too and cut off your conversation. You hadn’t noticed the way his eyes seemed to smolder after you when your attention had been stolen by a peer.

Professor Hotchner announced a month into the semester that he would be holding once a month optional classes - not for extra credit but to cover more material. No one seemed very excited for the opportunity for more lectures and homework, which shouldn’t have made you as excited as it did but you now had two more hours a month that you could sit and stare at him. There was no way you would choose to be anywhere else.

The first optional lecture was scheduled for the same night as the campus bar’s first event of the semester so attendance was lacking. Besides yourself, there were only two other students who attended. They stayed an hour through his lecture but took off as soon as he asked if they wanted more study questions to go over. As soon as they were out of eyesight, you made eye contact and his laugh sounded like music to your ears. You couldn’t help but giggle along with him - partially because the way they ran out was hilarious but also from the nerves of being alone with him so late at night.

After he gathered his things, he dumped them on a desk near you and pulled out the chair to sit facing you. He brought one leg up to cross over the over and his hands went to hold that leg loosely while he leaned back against the chair. He looked so much younger and more relaxed compared to the man who stood before you to teach. After a few moments of admiring him, you realized you had been caught when he cleared his throat with a grin.

“Didn’t want to go to the bar?” He asked, eyes searching yours as you leaned forward in your chair. You cupped your head in your hands and shook it softly, a small half-hearted smile briefly gracing your lips.

“No” you responded quietly, “not my thing. I’ve always preferred to stay in with a book than to go out.”

His smile became less teasing as he regarded you with a tilt of his head.

“I know you pre-read your textbooks for this class, is that what you do for fun?” He mused, eyebrow raising in a little quirk that made him look more your age. The blush on your cheeks at his question only seemed to make him more interested in the answer.

“No, I mean yes, I like to read and I did read the textbooks early to prepare but that’s not my preferred choice of book” you answered, avoiding his actual question.

The waggle of his eyebrows made you giggle again as he joked, “We all have our fixes, reading toe curling ‘romance’ novellas just happens to be yours”.

“No, no, no, no” you repeated, halfway yelling to be heard through his roaring laughter. You buried your face in your hands to hide your warm cheeks and embarrassed smile. After a moment when his laughter seemed to quiet, you peaked through your fingers to see his eyes crinkled from the width of his smile.

“I’m only teasing, sweetheart” he whispered, leaning forwards in his chair to get within your eye level. When you stayed in your hidden position, he slowly raised his hands to pry your fingers from your face. His warm hands engulfed your own, wrapping from your wrists to the middle of your palms in an embrace that felt almost too intimate for such a simple action. The sparks that ran up your spine at his touch caused shivers to break out through your body. Your eyes met his momentarily, both of you locked into some sort of trance, before the room started to get too heated and he pulled away. His hands moved to pull at his collar and quickly undid his tie and the buttons at the top of his shirt.

Clearing your throat, you answered his original question, “not quite. I am just another cliché. The quiet ones are always the hopeless romantics, right? I’ll read anything but my favorites are the ones with the relationship that you dream about - the person you’d give up anything or do anything for.”

“So, anything with a good romance?” His smile was sweet as he sat back in his chair and raised his hands to stretch behind his head.

“I know it sounds naive but I guess it’s an escape. The kind of relationship that makes you feel safe and empowered, like nothing else matters and you can accomplish anything you want to just because you have someone by your side” you muttered, eyes lowering to trace patterns on the desk. You leaned back into your seat, stretching out your arms as you dragged your fingertips in little movements over the table between you. Despite the intensity you could feel in his gaze, you didn’t raise your eyes.

“I don’t think it’s naive,” he confessed, foot nudging yours to get your attention as he sat up to lean his elbows on his crossed leg, “I think that’s the sort of thing people spend their entire lives searching for, that feeling of security and devotion.”

You felt yourself start to lean forward as you bit your lip and searched his face, “have you felt it?”

The room was quiet as you were both locked in the moment. Your poses matched, both leaning forward with your heads in your hands. The hand that held his jaw looked strained as he watched you intently. Your fingers cupping your own jaw involuntarily flexed in a rubbing motion as you pictured what it would be like to hold his face in your hands and how soft his lips would feel against your own.

A shrill ringing noise broke you both out of the stare down and he cleared his throat while rising to grab his phone from the front of his room. You shook your head, gathering your things and trying to brush off the embarrassment of asking your professor something like that. With a small smile thrown his way, you rushed towards the door.

The call of your name had you turning back to face the almost empty classroom as he answered your question before turning back to his still beeping phone, “maybe”.

tags:

@multiverse-mxdness @nvttiara @angelmather1 @elhotchner @red-red-rogue <3

[moreidsdaughter]

becca’s anniversary special

this celebration is not only for my one year on this account, but my 600 follower milestone, and fingers crossed my 700 follower milestone! over this last year, i’ve gone through a huge journey and you guys were apart of it! you’ve helped me through bad times and have helped me pull through. i’ve made a lot of friends on here, friends also come and go. thank you to all the friends i’ve made on here, regardless if we don’t talk as much or anymore at all. you guys have made me so happy throughout the last year and i can’t repay you guys with any amount of shit. thank you for being here on my journey!

my previous pinned post:

for mutuals

🌿 describe your aesthetic to me and i’ll make a moodboard

🍃 a handwritten letter

🥑 cyma (cast your mutuals as)

🌱 a custom playlist

for everyone

🥝 a headcanon or blurb about certain characters or, ships

🧩 a moodboard, lockscreen, or edit for any character or ship

🍈 recommendations (books, shows, movies, sings, etc.)

🍐 a playlist based off of your url

🍵 a random photo from my camera roll

✉️ ask me my top five something

🏛 ask me to sing something (it can be anything)

👡 send me an unpopular opinion and i’ll agree or disagree with it

🍡 a random fact

🍶 the bau as..

ALSO PLS RB

@hotchsbabygirl @reidspoet @criminalbaby @tenemily @tenelvez @literateleah @obliviousreid @temily @ssa-sapphic @emilysprentisss @criminalmindsvibez @criminalswifts @salvatoresupremacy @meganskane @4x24 @thelukealvez @criminalcrimeminds @cmpocsource @prettyypenelope @ropoto @enbyspencer @garcias-bitch @reidology @hqtchner @jelle-jareau @altsvu @racingairplanes @scandinavian-punk @jordantodds @itssophiadimartino

[softestqueeen]

✧*̥˚ spencer reid fic recs part 5 *̥˚✧

gif from @hqtchner

a/n: *heavy sigh* another month, another fic rec list! yes, i am insane, you know the drill.

i had to split this into three posts, fluff , smut, and angst/hurt/comfort becasue there were so many 😭😭

✨ favourites

part 1 I part 2 I part 3 I part 4 I part 5 I my criminal minds masterlist

✧*̥˚ angst/hurt/comfort *̥˚✧

french perfume by @awordsmith

beneath his gaze by @imreidswifey

lights, lyrics and love by -//-

in my dream, i'm fixing your crutch by @notlongtolove

to be an accountant of the heart by -//- ✨

like a lover by -//-

free now by @g4rvez-r3id

his favourite doctor by @dearlenore

you can let it go by @reidrum

date by @gf2bellamy

enough by -//-

exhaustion by -//-

home with you by @i-get-obsessed-fast

all those dreams where you’re my wife by @anhedoniawrites

messy by @mariont

pulse point by -//-

look after you by @stardust-thief

migraine by @vanteguccir

more of you to worship by @esot-erika

if you want your work removed, dm me!

[softestqueeen]

✧*̥˚ spencer reid fic recs part 5 *̥˚✧ masterlist

gif from @hqtchner

-> fluff

-> smut

-> angst/hurt/comfort

a/n: it was literally so much that i had to part it into even more posts 😭😭😭😭

[hqtchner]

cm episode posters

extreme aggressor (1x01)

52 pick-up (4x09)

nelson’s sparrow (10x13)

seven seconds (3x05)

mayhem (4x01)

mr. scratch (10x21)

hit & run (7x23-24)

it takes a village (7x01)

the replicator (8x24)

amplification (4x24)

[hqtchner]

Masterlist

edits

picture/gif edits

video edits

gifs

aaron hotchner

spencer reid

aaron hotchner + emily prentiss

aaron hotchner + spencer reid

aaron hotchner + derek morgan

morcia

bau team

cm cast

incorrect criminal minds

the team

spencer reid + derek morgan

aaron hotchner + spencer reid

aaron hotchner

aaron hotchner + emily prentiss

emily prentiss

aaron hotchner + penelope garcia

penelope garcia + derek morgan

jj + emily prentiss

spencer reid + emily prentiss

penelope garcia + luke alvez

david rossi + spencer reid

the BAU social media series

everything is here

wallpapers/lockscreens

moreid, hotch, prentiss, greenaway, alvez+simmons, garcia

reid, hotch, morgan, garcia, emily, jj, matt, luke, alex, tara, rossi (400! gift)

elite 7 (500! gift)

cm episode posters/quotes

hotch, reid, hotchniss, garcia

cm edits (900! gift)

beard hotch, glasses reid, morcia, hotchniss, cm cast (900! gift)

icons + headers

700! gift

criminal minds icons [1] [2]

headers

[hqtchner]

aaron hotchner gifs

hands

aaron hotchner + hands (1x02-06)

aaron hotchner + hands (1x07)

aaron hotchner + guns +hands (2x05)

aaron hotchner + phone + wedding ring (1x01)

hot

aaron hotchner + smirk + polo (10x18)

aaron hotchner + gun (1x06)

aaron hotchner + hands against a window and on his hips (2x05)

aaron hotchner + guns +hands (2x05)

aaron hotchner looking up (2x05)

aaron hotchner + hands on hips (2x08)

aaron hotchner looking like he owns the place™ (2x08)

aaron hotchner + grey suit + red tie (2x22)

aaron hotchner + gun + fbi vest (2x23)

beard hotch (7x01) [pt.1] [pt.2]

aaron hotchner + his tell (3x11)

aaron hotchner + gun (1x16)

aaron hotchner looking down on you (2x23)

aaron hotchner looking amazing as per usual (2x23)

aaron hotchner + glasses (2x23)

aaron hotchner + tongue out (3x17)

pissed aaron (3x14)

aaron hotchner + gun + fbi vest (3x19)

10x05 hotch made me feel things

aaron hotchner + phone + wedding ring (1x01)

aaron hotchner looking beautiful (1x01)

aaron in a black button-up (6x23)

aaron hotchner + fbi vest + black button-up + running (6x23)

hotch + fbi jacket (8x18)

aaron hotchner opening + closing the door (8x23-24)

aaron hotchner +fbi jacket + dimple (8x18)

aaron hotchner looking at you (8x23-24)

aaron hotchner + black polo + fbi vest + hands (8x23-24)

aaron hotchner + grey button up (8x23-24)

aaron hotchner + black polo + fbi vest + arms (8x23-24)

aaron hotchner looking beautiful (8x23-24)

aaron hotchner + black polo + arms (8x23-24)

aaron hotchner looking serious (6x22)

aaron hotchner + underwater + fbi vest (6x22)

aaron HOTchner (1x02)

aaron hotchner + side profile + arms (1x01)

aaron hotchner + side profile + arms crossed (1x02)

aaron hotchner looking beautiful (1x01)

aaron hotchner looking like he’s the boss (1x16)

aaron hotchner + hands + wedding ring + floofy hair (1x05)

aaron HOTchner (2x01)

hotch + fbi jacket (8x18)

aaron hotchner looking intimidating (1x06)

aaron hotchner (1x10)

aaron hotchner (1x11)

soft

aaron petting a dog (1x01)

aaron is jack’s superhero (6x06)

aaron hotchner + smile (1x01)

floofy hair aaron (2x23)

happy aaron (s2)

smiling aaron (1x16)

soft aaron (3x18)

smiling aaron (s1)

soft aaron (3x18)

aaron hotchner on a date (7x14)

happy aaron (2x22)

casual clothing

aaron hotchner + casual clothing

aaron hotchner + quarter zip (2x19)

polo hotch (9x24)

trench coat hotch (1x10)

polo hotch + arms (10x19)

polo hotch + shades + arms crossed (10x19)

polo hotch + arms + phone (10x18)

aaron hotchner looking BEAUTIFUL (8x23-24)

aaron hotchner wearing his iconic trench coat fit (1x10)

misc.

aaron hotchner at a restaurant (1x16)

aaron hotchner + 4x01 intro

[hqtchner]

incorrect cm: aaron hotchner + emily prentiss

and what if I want to

in which emily got so high that she forgot what pringles are called and texted hotch...

I can’t believe we’re stuck in this room together

terrible dream

alert dad noises

I should’ve seen this coming

have you been drinking?

season 2 hotchniss

what does thicc mean?

prison

ptsd

that’s ridiculous, prentiss doesn’t have a crush on me

ex-boyfriend aaron

wanna bang?

hey mosquito

don’t kill her!

“emily”

big softy

kahoot

5 years

my first husband

how mad at me are you?

three words

I married her...

demon

[hqtchner]

incorrect cm: spencer reid + derek morgan

my name is spencer

quick at maths

easy-going reid

hello mf!

I like your shirt pretty boy

if you like me raise your hand

how does this suit look?

did you read my diary?

I have a question

up?

are you a painting?

go fuck yourself

[hqtchner]

incorrect cm: bau team

what’s a thot?

why are your tongues purple?

why would you give a knife to a child???

if prentiss, morgan and reid are in a hostage situation in a department store

let me see what you have kid

babysitting

spencer in season 1

loophole!

everytime reid, morgan, garcia or prentiss does something chaotic

are you two posing?

sPENCER WALTER REID-

there’s only one thing worse than death

dumb stuff

I’m a very bad person

gather up everyone

we’re disappointed

fish with no eye

what is the meaning of this?

caterpillar

cauliflower

[hqtchner]

incorrect cm: david rossi + spencer reid

netflix

pizza hut

[hqtchner]

incorrect cm: aaron hotchner + penelope garcia

soft dad noises

twitter thinks you’re a bot

you helped me find my smile

clap 👏 back 👏

besties