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augustjoy · 7 days ago

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8 in the mourning.

Based on the following ask: Someone posted this video their neighbor sent them of a bobcat in the neighborhood and in the background you can hear the poster singing the opera part of No One Mourns the Wicked really loudly. From across the street. Could I request something like that with Hotch as the neighbor and reader as the one singing? Video Link

Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader Fluff Word count: 979

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, unspecified age gap, explicit language, reader sings, Hotch is enamored, confident Hotch (he has game), confident reader, Hotch and Jack live in a house not an apartment, reader is a wicked fan, the song being sung is No One Mourns the Wicked, also I looked it up and there are actually bobcats in Virginia lol! Let me know if I missed any. You are responsible for your own media consumption - if these warnings are triggering or potentially harmful, DO NOT READ.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

It was early on a Saturday morning, a rare day off for the BAU team. Which meant Aaron could spend some quality time with Jack, who had insisted on an early morning soccer practice in the backyard. Jack was in full prep mode for his upcoming soccer season.

So, there they were, in the backyard doing some speed drills. They’d been out there for about thirty minutes when Jack suddenly stopped dribbling the ball.

“Jack, buddy, what’s wrong?” Aaron asked.

“Dad, is that…that looks like a bobcat.” Jack said, pointing just beyond their fence line.

Aaron stood to get a better look at where Jack was pointing, and Jack was quick to grab Aaron’s phone to film a video.

“This is so cool!” Jack exclaimed, zooming in to get a better angle of the animal.

“Jack! This is hardly a time to film, we should call the wildlife control number.” Aaron shook his head.

The two stood there in stunned silence taking in the creature, it was perched on the edge of a fence a few homes away. Jack was zooming in further onto the bobcat when a sound rang out through the block. He glanced over at his dad, unsure of what to make of it. Aaron wore a puzzled expression, before it morphed into understanding.

Just across the way, in the home behind the one the bobcat was currently taking up residence in was a girl singing. Her sliding door had been pushed open, and her angelic voice flitted through the air like cherry blossoms in a breeze.

Aaron gently eased the phone from Jacks hands and shifted the focus to her yard, hoping to catch a glimpse of the goddess emitting this sound. It was a song he hadn’t recognized, and he wanted nothing more than to memorize the song along with the girl singing it.

You’d gotten up pretty early to complete some prep work for Monday morning, wanting to get ahead in your work week. Before jumping into work, you were making some tea and breakfast, quiet music playing in the background.

With the stove on, the kitchen grew warmer, and you moved to open the sliding door. As you were making your way back to the kettle, No One Mourns the Wicked began playing. Wicked had been a focal point in your life lately, once the movie had been released you’d submerged yourself in the music. You’d already been a fan of the play, and the movie only made your fondness grow. So, when the song began, you immediately began singing along.

Aaron was in awe over the raw talent that you held. You’d sang effortlessly, out loud, unafraid and filled with confidence. He wanted to talk to you, to get to know you without awkwardly going to your door and complimenting your talent.

Aaron’s gaze remained in your direction. At this point, the bobcat had hopped down from its perch and was headed back to wherever it had come from. Aaron let out a huff before he sat his phone back down and let Jack know he was going to go grab some water.

Jack looked over at his dad, understanding that the sigh he released held more weight than he let on. If his dad wouldn’t take the leap…well maybe he needed a nudge.

Jack saw you making yourself comfortable on your patio with breakfast and your laptop. It was now or never. Jack unlocked his dad’s phone, opened the photos app and clicked on the video he just took. He knew it was kind of a longshot, but he hit share and then airdrop. Hopefully the one he chose would be you.

Aaron came out just in time to witness Jack hit send. He rushed over, grabbing his phone from Jack and looked over to see your reaction.

A notification pinged your phone, you moved to check it when you noticed a random airdrop. It wasn’t from a number you recognized, but you clicked it open anyway.

It was a video of your neighbors house, at first you felt uneasy…why was a random person filming near your house, but then you saw the bobcat come into focus. Panic coursed through you as you searched to see if the animal was still there, you instantly calmed seeing it was gone.

As the video progressed you could hear it. The real reason this stranger sent you the video. In the background you can hear yourself singing No One Mourns the Wicked. When the video ends, you try to determine the angle of which the video was taken. As you look around, you notice them. A young blond boy and presumably his father, a tall man with dark hair and broad shoulders.

The little boy waves at you and the father whispers something to him, perhaps scolding him, but it doesn’t deter him from continuing his little wave. You returned it and decided to take a risk. You pulled up your contact card and airdropped it back to them.

Aaron was shocked to see that you’d replied with your contact information. He was quick to save it and went ahead and texted you.

A: Hi, I’m Aaron.

Y: Hi! It’s nice to meet you neighbor.

A: You too. You are an incredible singer.

Y: That’s very sweet…though I didn’t realize I had an audience.

A: In our defense, we were filming the bobcat. Catching you singing was purely an accident.

Y: Likely story. Lol.

A: Would you maybe consider going to dinner with me?

Y: Yeah, I’d consider it.

A: Friday?

Y: 7 pm. You know where to find me.

Aaron had surprised even himself with his confidence. He figured that you being unapologetically yourself had allowed him to lean into it as well. He was pretty excited to take you out and really get to know you.

Hotch Taglist: @bernelflo @pastelpinkflowerlife @just-moondust @khxna @crimesthatnooneaskedfor @juninnyxriddle

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augustjoy · 8 days ago

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I had the biggest crush on you…

Based on the following ask: I'd love to see anything early seasons Dr Reid x reader!

Maybe he tutored the reader in college (when he was 16 and maybe she was 17/18 just starting college or something, so it's not too weird but also canon compliant) and he had an innocent crush on her (that she didn't necessarily return because of age difference) and now she's joining the bau and feelings come back? Flashbacks are bold

Spencer Reid x BAU! Fem Reader

Fluff

Word count: 828

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, unspecified age gap, explicit language, canon typical violence, young Reid, flashback, I think that’s all – let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“She’s been in there with him for like twenty minutes.” Emily informed JJ.

“Who are you talking about?” Spencer asked.

“The cute girl in Hotch’s office.” Derek wiggled his eyebrows, nodding toward the office.

Spencer’s gaze shifted toward the office, his view of you obstructed by the half open blinds in Hotch’s office. From what he could see, you and Hotch were standing and making your way towards his door.

“Sorry, normally we’d do a more formal introduction, but with this case…”

“It’s time sensitive sir, I understand. We will have time for introductions on the flight there, and pleasantries can happen when this case is closed.” You offered.

“Thank you for understanding.” Hotch nodded, averting his attention to the bullpen. “We have a case. Wheels up in fifteen.”

Spencer couldn’t hear Hotch, not over the loud ringing in his ears and the shock clouding his brain. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, here you were after all these years.

“So right there, you’ll just carry that over” Spencer pointed at the problem you were working on.

“Oh! I get it, okay!” You filled in the answer and glanced at Spencer.

Spencer was looking at you with that same look he’d been giving you the last few weeks. This lovesick puppy dog look, and while usually you’d be flattered, Spencer is younger than you, by a little bit. Spencer’s in his third year, and he’s only sixteen years old, you are in your second year and you’re eighteen.

He’s a cute kid, but it could never happen. Right?

“I really appreciate you tutoring me Spence.”

“Oh, it’s no problem. Same time next week? I know your final is coming up.” He offered.

“Oh, uh…I think I’m okay.” You began. “Listen Spence, you’ve been so great, helping me with this class, but I think it’s best if I find a new tutor.”

“Oh. Have I…did I do something wrong?” He sounded so small.

“No, you haven’t done anything wrong! I just think lately, it seems like us getting together means more to you than it does to me…” You explained.

Spencer’s face fell. He’d known he was caught, his feelings for you now open and exposed.

“I’m sorry, it doesn’t have to change anything, I can still tutor you…we can still – ”

“Spencer, I think I should find a new tutor, that way you have a chance to move on. This…” you gestured between the two of you, “it could never work, you’re sixteen and I’m eighteen and I just think it would be inappropriate. And I don’t see you that way.”

“Prety boy, you coming?” Morgan called.

Spencer shook the memory from his mind and grabbed his things, moving swiftly to catch up to everyone. This case would make for an interesting one.

You ended up in the precinct with Spencer to assist with the profile. Hotch informed you that he wanted to send you out in the field, but without proper introductions and you quite literally being thrown into a case the moment you started, well this was the safest option, and you agreed it was for the best. It may also give you a chance to chat with Spencer.

“Garcia, I need a list of all the warehouses within a ten-block radius of Walden Street.” Spencer said into his phone, “okay, great. Thank you.”

The two of you continued to work in silence for quite some time. Spencer working at the map, marking all the locations Garcia sent him, while you went through case reports and crime scene photos and evidence bags, making notes as you saw fit. This went on for all of ten minutes before you finally decided to break the silence.

“Hey, you um…you remember me, right?” You asked quietly.

“Of course I remember you. How could I forget…I had the biggest crush on you.” Spencer’s cheeks flushed.

You couldn’t help the blush that bloomed across your skin. Truth is, back in college you’d thought Spencer was cute, and he’s so smart, but at the time it wouldn’t have been right. Spencer had been so young, and he’d had growing up to do.

You hadn’t known how to reply to him. Do you tell him you’d thought he was cute too and risk rejection, do you pretend there was never any reciprocation? But who does that benefit? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…

“You know, the reason I told you I should get a new tutor was because I liked you too. I just didn’t think it would be appropriate since you were younger than me…and well at that point you weren’t even legal.” Your face was bright red.

“Wait what?” Spencer finally turned to face you.

“Yeah, I liked you too.” You shrugged.

“Would you um…I mean if you’re not seeing anyone, would you want to maybe get a coffee. After all this is over?” Spencer asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“I’d love to.”

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augustjoy · 8 days ago

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Someone posted this video their neighbor sent them of a bobcat in the neighborhood and in the background you can hear the poster singing the opera part of No One Mourns the Wicked really loudly. From across the street. Could I request something like that with Hotch as the neighbor and reader as the one singing?

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DLNaYQFORme/?igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

This idea is cute and I really like how this turned out! I hope you'll enjoy it!!!

8 in the Mourning

Coming 8/13 @ 5pm MST

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augustjoy · 9 days ago

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I'd love to see anything early seasons Dr Reid x reader!

It's a short and sweet one...also I wouldn't mind writing more for these two...so we will see what comes of it.

Be on the look out for

I had the biggest crush on you

Coming 8/12 @ 5pm MST

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augustjoy · 10 days ago

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Good luck on writing! ^w^~★

Thank you love! I am queueing posts now, definitely didn't get to everything lol but I am only human and I am doing my best 🩷

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augustjoy · 10 days ago

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This is serious.

Based on the following ask: Click Here

This ask has been sitting for some time, and for that I am so sorry! So…thank you for your patience! Enjoy!

Aaron Hotchner x Psychology Professor! Fem Reader

Angst/Fluff (Happy ending)

Word count: 2592

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, unspecified age gap, explicit language, canon typical violence, sweet loving Hotch, protective Hotch, reader is a psych professor, stalking, harassment, reader is kinda naïve, trauma that comes with stalking, anxiety, no mention of Jack, it is implied that reader wears lipstick, perfume and high heels, let me know if I missed any. You are responsible for your own media consumption - if these warnings are triggering or potentially harmful, DO NOT READ.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“Babe! Are you here?” You called, knocking on Aaron’s door. “BABE open up!”

“Honey what’s wrong?” Aaron came rushing to the door.

“You are never going to guess who I spoke to today.” You were buzzing with excitement.

Aaron’s excitement grew. “Was it who I think it is?”

“Yes!” You squealed. “I got a call from The Journal of Personality and Social Psychology, and my study is officially going to be published!”

Aaron dragged you inside, pulling you into his arms, lifting you from the ground and spinning you around. You couldn’t help but giggle, so happy to have someone who cared so much about your accomplishments and success.

“Congratulations baby! I am so proud of you!” He pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. “This is well deserved honey. Should we go celebrate?”

That was two years ago now. Aaron and you had grown more serious, still not living together, though you’d talked about it. You’d taken things pretty slowly given how busy both of your lives were, and both having come out of long-term relationships that hadn’t ended well.

When Aaron and you had met, your career had just begun really kicking off. You’d been labeled “The predestined psychologist” having completed multiple degrees at a very young age. You had a photographic memory and could recall information like your life depended on it. It was thanks to your memory that you were able to get through school quickly and obtain multiple PHDs before 30.

You had been published in some smaller psychology journals when Aaron and you had been introduced. You’d been teaching a class at the University of Virginia, requesting the BAU come in and guest speak. Of the team, only Spencer had knowledge of you and your contributions to the world of psychology. He had gushed over your most recent publication and commended you on all of the hard work you’d put in. Aaron took note of it and ultimately looked you up after the lecture. He had been very impressed, you were young, but you’d carried yourself with grace and wisdom, far beyond your years.

Aaron had used Spencer as a way to get another invite to guest speak in one of your lectures, and that is when he asked you out.

Since then, you’d had multiple studies and dissertations published, you’d appeared on podcasts, guest lectured at schools around the country and become a pretty well-known name in your field. With a growing notoriety, that meant there were people seeking you out quite frequently.

These had typically been invitations for podcasts, teaching positions, job-offers from government organizations, amongst other things.

What you hadn’t expected was being sought out by an anonymous person, expressing what could only be defined as obsession or possessiveness.

It had started with small things; flowers sent to your office with a note expressing their gratitude for the incredible work you’d been doing. That hadn’t been too out of the ordinary, you’d often received flowers from others in the field, schools, people you’d worked with, again it wasn’t alarming.

Things escalated a little bit after that, there were some gifts here and there, cards with poems, admiring the color of your eyes or the style of your hair. Things that once again hadn’t really alarmed you in maybe the way they should have.

The first thing that came across your desk that had you feeling a bit uneasy had been a small, wrapped box. Attached to it was a card, scrawled were the words “you always smell so good”. Chills covered your body as you opened the package, coming face to face with a bottle of the same perfume you wore every day. You looked at the card once more, just to ensure you hadn’t just misidentified the handwriting…maybe it had been from Aaron. Upon further inspection you’d determined it wasn’t his neat print scratched onto this card, which added discomfort to the situation.

Later that day, as you stood in line for coffee, you’d felt the odd sense that someone was watching you. Glancing around, nobody had stood out, so you shrugged the feeling off. Everything was fine, you were being silly. Maybe Aaron had sent the perfume, but the card was written by the store clerk.

A few weeks passed and you’d continued to feel like you were being watched, every move you made. You tried to keep an eye out, just to take note of the people moving around you, of anything out of the ordinary. There was a guy you’d noticed in one of your lectures and then again at the coffee shop, but when he waved and a girl approached him to sit, you figured you were probably okay.

The notes in your office had continued and flowers arrived every Monday like clockwork, always with different iterations of the same notion “to start your week off right”. Some of your colleagues had nudged you, claiming that you were a lucky girl to have Aaron sending you flowers once a week…if only they knew the truth.

You’d thought about it for quite a while, wondering if you should tell Aaron, but it seemed harmless enough. A fan sending gifts…to your public workplace, they were probably a student here anyway…right?

The feeling of being watched lingered, but you continued to brush it aside. It was silly to worry Aaron over nothing. This wasn’t some deranged stalker who was following you home, breaking into your apartment, or trying to kidnap you…so it was fine.

That is, until it wasn’t. As you walked up to your apartment you saw it, the little white envelope sat on your doormat.

You snatched it up before looking around, making sure there was no one else in the hallway. After confirming you were alone, you let yourself inside, quickly closing and locking the door behind you. You tore the note open to find that same scratchy handwriting; “You looked so beautiful on Saturday, I figured I’d share the photos I took”.

Along with the note, there were a few photos of you from different parts of your day, Saturday. You had run errands all day, gone to a hair appointment, grocery shopping, dropped off yours and Aaron’s dry cleaning, so looking through the photos had been shocking.

There had been one of you exiting the hair salon with a fresh blowout, one of you loading groceries into your car, and the last one was you with your hands full of clothes to be dropped off.

You felt sick to your stomach. Whoever this was had been following you, taking photos of you without your knowledge or consent. You chewed at your fingernails, debating whether or not you should tell Aaron about it…ultimately deciding to sleep on it.

The next morning you’d decided to leave it be. This wasn’t a violent person. They hadn’t attempted to harm you, and they weren’t even trying to seek you out in person. What was the point in stressing Aaron out about this?

Things hadn’t really escalated any further, the flowers were still delivered every Monday, notes came with them wishing you a good week. Gifts continued to appear, your favorite shade of lipstick, a new Stanley cup with a note to drink more water, recently there was a brand-new pair of high heels delivered. More notes had been delivered as well, both to your office and apartment.

You really tried to shake the eerie feeling that settled deep within you. You felt paranoid, walking around keeping an eye out for someone watching you or following you…or worse, taking pictures of you, but every time you came up empty handed.

You weren’t going to let it ruin your evening though. Tonight, Aaron was coming over for dinner and to spend some much-needed alone time with you. It had been a few weeks since you’d really gotten to spend one-on-one time with Aaron, and you were pretty excited.

He’d texted you a bit ago, letting you know he’d be off around 6:00 and he’d grab food on the way to your place. You replied to him, sure to tell him thanks, but also to let him know you were off a little earlier today, so you were going to head home and clean up a bit before he got there.

At 6:45 pm, a soft knock at your door echoed through your apartment. You made your way over swiftly, not wanting Aaron to wait long. Pulling the door open revealed Aaron, in one hand holding a takeout bag and in the other a box…white with a light pink ribbon tied around it. Your heartrate immediately picked up, the wrapping was all too familiar.

“Hey sweetheart,” Aaron leaned in to kiss your cheek, “this was on your doorstep.”

Aaron set the box on your counter along with the food. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to explain, or open it presumably.

“What did you grab for dinner?” You asked, ignoring the elephant in the room.

“I went to that little Mediterranean restaurant you like. Honey, aren’t you going to open that? Who is it from?” Aaron questioned, a hint of jealously lacing his words.

“Oh, um yeah I’ll open it. I don’t know who it’s from though.” Not a total lie…

You gently tugged at the ribbon, the neat bow slipping open, allowing you to slide the lid off the box. Tucked inside, folded beneath soft pink tissue paper, was a sky blue, lace babydoll, one that was decently similar to some you already owned. These were intimate garments, saved for Aaron’s eyes only…being gifted one from a stranger felt like a violation. This was taking things too far.

Aaron went stiff beside you. You could practically feel the heated rage slipping off his skin, misting onto your own. He continued to watch as you pulled the lingerie out of the box to reveal the card. One you knew would be there.

“I hope you’ll wear this when we finally meet. It has been so hard keeping my distance from you. You’ll be mine soon enough little mouse.”

You immediately dropped the card, hands shaking with fear. Had you been wrong to keep this from Aaron all this time? You simply thought you were saving him added stress. This admirer had been nonviolent this whole time…hadn’t mentioned trying to see you, but now, they were implying that maybe they’d take you, whether you wanted it or not.

“What the hell is this?” Aaron asked, picking up the note.

When you didn’t reply, he looked at you, fully expecting to be met with your guilt. What he wasn’t expecting was to see you curling in on yourself, white as a ghost, shaking uncontrollably.

“Woah, sweetheart, what’s going on? Who sent this to you?” He asked, gentler this time.

“I-I d-don’t, Aaron I don’t k-know. This-this has been happening…for like the last uh, the last few months.” You were hyperventilating.

“What’s been happening honey?”

“I-I’ve been getting anonymous…gifts and notes. All from whoever th-this person is.” Tears began trailing down your cheeks.

“Honey, this has been going on for months. And you didn’t tell me? Sweetheart, this is harassment, depending on what else has happened, it could be stalking. This is serious.”

You curled further in on yourself as a sob tore through you. Aaron moved over to you, pulling you into his embrace. His hand smoothed over your hair as he whispered reassurances to you.

“Honey, I need to know everything they have said, and everything they have given you, okay? I need to know so I can help.”

You sniffled and nodded, pulling Aaron along with you to your desk. He kept his eyes on you as you moved. He could tell there was so much more to this than you were letting on, and while he didn’t want to push, he needed to know what was happening. So, when you pulled out a box from the bottom of your desk, he was a little surprised.

“Everything is in here.” You handed the box to Aaron.

He walked over to your kitchen table and set the box down, sitting and gesturing for you to join him. Only when you were seated did he open the box. Inside was every note you’d received from the stalker…the ones from the gifts and flowers, the letters, the photos they left at your door, all the gifts were tucked inside too.

Aaron was at a loss for words, before him sat months of evidence…evidence of someone stalking you, making you their sick obsession. Someone compromising your safety, and Aaron hadn’t known.

“Honey, I am so sorry you’ve had to go through this alone. A few things are gonna need to happen okay?” Aaron waited for you to confirm, when you nodded, he continued. “First of all, you’re going to come stay at my place. You’re not safe here if this person is leaving things at your door. Second, I’d like you to take some time off from work, I am really worried that it might be someone from the university and if you’re there, who knows what they might do. And lastly, I’d really like you to come into the BAU, so we can build a profile and hopefully catch this person.”

“Aaron, I-I just. Taking time off work, that gives them all the power, and they haven’t been violent or even tried to seek me out, that’s why I hadn’t bothered you will all of this. I don’t want…”

“I wish you would have told me. It’s not a bother, especially not when it comes to your safety! I know that they haven’t been violent, but you and I both saw that note, they said “you’ll be mine soon” which implies they’ll try something soon. I won’t risk that sweetheart.” Aaron reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Okay, you’re right.” You agreed.

“Let’s pack you a bag.”

He helped you pack some clothes and toiletries. Just some additional things that you didn’t already have at Aaron’s already. As hard as you tried, you still couldn't seem to shake the unease you’d been feeling. Going to Aaron’s surely would help, but you had a nagging feeling that something bad was going to happen.

Aaron spent the whole weekend by your side, holding you and promising your safety. He was desperately trying to ease your mind and erase any and all fear you had coursing through you.

He’d been sure to text Dave, letting him in on the situation, sure to brief him and let him know they’d be working on this case as soon as he returned on Monday.

Monday morning, Aaron and you walked side by side into the BAU. His hand held yours tightly within his own. He’d asked Dave to prime the team on the case prior to your arrival, so you wouldn’t have to sit through the recounting of your own trauma. As you entered, their gazes lifted to you, but they didn’t linger, nor did they hold any pity. Both of those things you appreciated.

Aaron set you up in his office, he led you to the couch, and insisted you sat and made yourself comfortable. He was going to take care of this, of you. Aaron would never let anything hurt you, not if he had anything to do with it.

“We’ll take care of this sweetheart, okay?”

“I know you will Aaron. Thank you.” You offer a small smile.

“I love you baby.”

Hotch Taglist: @bernelflo @pastelpinkflowerlife @just-moondust @khxna @crimesthatnooneaskedfor @juninnyxriddle

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augustjoy · 10 days ago

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Hiii August💗💗

I love the new name it's great, and I'm glad you feel comfortable with it🥹🫂

First I want to say that your last fic DESTROYED😔🫠

I also had a little idea for a fic (only if you're still taking suggestions and feel comfortable writing this) So this starts when Hotch's girlfriend has a 'stalker' I was thinking that maybe the girlfriend is a young scientist or psychologist who has a reputation behind her something like Reid that she is super smart and that gave her popularity, But as she gains popularity in the field the 'stalker' becomes more frequent, perhaps not to the point of kidnapping her but to the point that reader sees it everywhere and one day she just tells Hotch more as a comment than a complaint and he just makes a plan to stop her harassment and she tells him that it was not necessary for him to get in trouble for that situation and Hotch loses his mind and tells her that all the trouble is worth it for the safety of her and her family. 😭💗💗

And the reader just thanks him for caring so much about the situation, maybe then jokes that her didn't know that he intended for them to have a family together.🫠

Let it be a little bit of angst but with a happy ending and a very very very much in love Hotch🤌🏽🧎🏽‍♀️🫠💗💗

I know this is super long, but I don't know how to develop that idea in short so I apologize , it just came to me while I was listening to music and imagining a world where Hotch loves me so much lol😭😭💗

I know this has topics that may be uncomfortable to discuss and I apologize for that, I'm still very new to your blog, but like I said, take it only if you're comfortable.🫂🫂

Alright my dear - this one is FINALLY coming. I'm not sure why this was so hard for me to write...and I'm not sure what I have is exactly what you were hoping for, but I hope you enjoy it. And maybe I will revisit this idea when my inspiration strikes!

Read, This is serious now.

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augustjoy · 10 days ago

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Are your asks a void again? •w•

Hello!

I have seven in the queue

5 are Hotch requests, 1 is a Reid request, and 1 is an Eddie Munson request!

I am actively working on them this weekend and I am hoping to schedule post them for this week.

I started back at work just a few weeks ago and this week was my birthday week - so I've fallen a bit behind! Sorry love 🩷

Things are coming soon I promise!

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augustjoy · 10 days ago

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HI MY LOVE

I’ve missed you so much 😭

I have never forgotten you and thought about you a lot, I’ve missed you 😭😭I just had a rough few months and iPhone storage issues 🥲

But you were always on my mind babes

🥺🫶🏻

Hey sweet pea!!! I am so glad you are back, I have missed you so much!

I hope that things are going better for you now hon! 🩷

Love,

August

#augustjoy #send me asks #ask me anything

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augustjoy · 1 month ago

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All I can think of when I see Laura Osnes is how jealous I am of her abs that woman is fit and I aspire to be like her 😭

No honestly. She’s so fit without being like overly muscular, like genuinely she looks incredible and I would die to look that good 😭

Read my fic You’re a star - available now!

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augustjoy · 1 month ago

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Requests are open!!!

Hey lovelies! I am working on my last ask that’s been hanging in the void - that being said I am going to reopen my requests!

I’d love to write some more blurbs/imagines/drabbles! Y’all really loved passenger princess and take a seat - those were so fun to write so

Please send in some short and sweet ideas for your favorite characters!!!

I’d love to write for the following - Bob Reynolds, Bucky Barnes, Aaron Hotchner, Carmy Berzatto, Joel Miller, Spencer Reid, Eddie Munson, etc.

Send ‘em in please 🩷

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augustjoy · 1 month ago

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IS THAT A PICTURE OF LAURA OSNES

Yes babe...it is! She was Cinderella on Broadway, and her voice is so wonderful! Like when you think of a Broadway princess, her voice is perfect for it

Read You're a star now!!!

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augustjoy · 1 month ago

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Is it my turn now?

Based on the following ask: Find the ask here! Basically Haley isn’t dead, she and Hotch had a civil divorce. Little baby Jack doesn’t understand that you (Hotch’s girlfriend) aren’t coming to the house for him, rather than his dad. With split parenting, Jack assumes that you are also not at Aaron’s house while he’s at his mom’s, because you come and go, unlike Haley who’s remarried.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader Fluff Word count: 2344

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, unspecified age gap, mention of Jack, mention of Haley, divorce, coparenting, custody agreements, Jack being confused, use of y/n (listen it made more sense for the story!) mention of food/eating, let me know if I missed any. You are responsible for your own media consumption - if these warnings are triggering or potentially harmful, DO NOT READ.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“Hey dad, when is y/n coming over?” Jack asked.

“Oh, buddy she’s working today. I think she’s going to come by tonight.”

“Can you ask her?” Jack pressed.

“Sure bud.”

Aaron: Hey baby, you stopping by tonight? I miss you. Jack does too.

You: I miss you guys too! I’m off in an hour, I’ll bring dinner!

Aaron: You spoil us. See you soon.

You: I love you!

Aaron: I love you more

“She’ll be here soon Jack. She’s going to bring dinner.”

“YAY!!!” Jack cheered, running off to his room.

Nearly two hours later, you walked into the Hotchner home, takeout bags hanging from your arm. You’re barely in the door when Aaron comes over to you, placing a kiss to your lips and taking the bags from your hands.

“Hi sweetheart.” He greets you.

“Hey baby. I am so, so glad to be off for the weekend.” You sighed, kicking off your shoes.

“Well, the good news is, I am also off this weekend. Jack will be at Haley’s, so we will have the house all to ourselves.” Aaron pressed his lips to your neck teasingly.

“Y/N!” Jack shouted, running down the hall towards you.

“Jack! What has my little adventure partner gotten himself up to this week?” You laughed, picking him up and spinning him around.

“I made slime, and at school in art we made clay pots, they’re called pinch pots. And then Mike took me to see the new Spiderman movie, and it was so cool!” Jack rambled.

“You saw the new Spiderman, without me?” You gasped in mock hurt.

“That’s okay! I can watch it again with you! That way I can warn you about the scary parts!” He offered.

“Oh well that’s perfect, because you know how I hate scary movies.” You smiled and ruffled his hair before setting him back down. “Alright cutie, I picked up food from Maggie’s diner and you know what that means.”

“Grilled cheese and French fries!” Jack cheered.

“That’s right bud!”

The three of you sat and ate dinner, Jack would ramble for a while before getting lost in his food, and in those moments, Aaron and you would catch up on your days.

“So, what do you want to do this weekend?” You asked Aaron.

“Wait. What do you mean?” Jack asked.

“What’s wrong bud?” Aaron looked over at Jack, confused.

“Why would Y/n be here this weekend?”

Aaron and you looked at one another, confused by Jack’s questioning.

“I’ll be at mom’s house, so why would you come over?”

“Oh, sweetie, I’ll be here to spend time with your dad.” You explained.

“But why?”

“Jack, buddy, Y/n is my friend remember, so she and I are going to spend time together this weekend while you’re at your mom’s house.” Aaron explained further.

“That doesn’t make sense. She’s my friend.”

“Yeah, sweetie, I am. But I am your dad’s friend too.”

Jack seemed displeased but ultimately let it go. For now.

That weekend you and Aaron barely left the house, spending every waking moment wrapped up in one another. It was rare for you to have aligning time off, and Haley had been generous enough to take Jack for an extra weekend just so the two of you could spend time together.

Haley had liked you from the moment you met. She saw how good you were with Aaron, how you grounded him and kept him young. When you’d asked her if things would be weird she reassured you, telling you that the two of them had been so young and in the end they’d only been together out of convenience, so they called it quits when jack was about a year old.

That was about six years ago now, and you and Aaron were going on two years together. Haley married a nice man named Mike; he’s a realtor. Everyone got along really well, things were amicable all around. Aaron made sure he was serious with you before introducing you to Hayley and asking if she’d be okay with Jack meeting you…he followed the same courtesy she’d offered when she met Mike.

“Hey mom?” Jack began.

“Yeah sweetheart?” Hayley replied.

“Yesterday at dinner, Y/n and Dad said something confusing.”

“What did they say baby?” Haley asked.

“They talked about hanging out this weekend. But why would Y/n do that? She’s my friend and I’m not there.”

“Oh, well sweetheart, you know how I’m with Mike, well, your dad, he’s with Y/n.”

“No! You and mike are married; I was there. Dad said that Y/n was his friend.” Jack huffed.

“I know honey, but before Mike and I got married, we were friends.”

Jack stomped his feet before storming off to his room. Haley shook her head, slipping her phone out to text Aaron.

Haley: Hey, sorry to interrupt your weekend. Jack seems upset that you two are hanging out without him. It might be time to explain that Y/n is your girlfriend.

Haley: I tried to tell him how Mike and I were friends before we got married, but he didn’t seem to like that answer.

Aaron let out a breathy chuckle at Haley’s messages, leaning across the couch to show you. You shook your head, unsure of how to reply. Aaron and you had been together for some time, and sure you’d talked about moving in and getting married and all the things, but you didn’t want to push, there was plenty of time and things were good.

Aaron: I’ll talk to him when he gets back.

Aaron: You and Mike are going out of town this week, right?

Haley: Yes!

Aaron: Just in case – if we get called away, you’re okay with Y/n looking after Jack?

Haley: Aaron, we’ve talked about this. Y/n is wonderful, I adore her, Jack loves her. I’m kind of shocked you haven’t proposed yet.

Haley: But yes, I am perfectly happy with her watching him.

Aaron: Thank you. I just wanted to check.

He shook his head. Haley had been bringing it up more lately, how he had yet to invite you to move in or propose. Truth is, he had the ring. He just wanted to make sure the timing is right. You’re younger than him, bright, just starting out, Aaron wanted to know that you were sure about this. About him.

Jack and you spent the week together. Haley and Mike had been on a little vacation, and Aaron was away on a case. That left you to pick him up from school and hang out with him at Aaron’s for the week. Things had been going well, you’d made a fort, baked cookies, gone swimming, bike riding, and today you were going to take Jack to a trampoline park.

“Hey there adventure buddy!” You called, rolling down your window.

“Hi adventure pal!” Jack giggled, slipping into the back seat.

“All buckled?”

“Yes!” Jack smiled

“Alright bud, today, we are going to the trampoline park!”

“Really?” Jack was shaking with excitement

“Heck yeah! Are you ready?”

Jack and you played at the trampoline park for a few hours before going to grab dinner at Maggie’s. You’d gotten him a grilled cheese with French fries and when he asked for a milkshake you didn’t have the heart to say no.

When you got back to Aaron’s, you saw his car parked in the driveway. You pointed it out to Jack and his expression soured, just a hair.

“What’s wrong buddy?”

“If dad’s here, are you gonna spend time with him?” Jack asked.

“Well, yeah, but you can hangout with us too sweetie.”

You parked and helped Jack out of the car, he held your hand until you got to the door. When you opened it, Aaron was coming back from the bedroom. A smile took over his face as he saw you.

“Hey guys!”

“Hey baby.” You walked over to him and gave him a tight hug. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too sweetheart.” He pulled away and turned to Jack. “He buddy! Did you guys have a good time this week?”

“Yeah, we had so much fun!”

That evening the three of you watched a movie, and when Jack fell asleep, cuddled into your side, Aaron scooped him up and carried him to his room. Closing the door gently before returning to the living room. You were sat on the couch, your legs bent at the knees, feet resting on the center cushion. You had long since changed into comfortable clothes and were just waiting for some alone time with Aaron.

“Is it my turn now?” Aaron asked.

“Your turn for what?” You laughed.

“To be your boyfriend?” He laughed. “It seems like my son is trying to steal that title.”

“Oh baby, maybe you should talk to him.” You pouted lightly. “He’s so sweet and we had such a good week, but we need to talk to him. To avoid breaking his little heart.”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to him in the morning.” Aaron looked over at you. “Now come here baby.”

You slid across the couch and into Aaron’s arms. He held you tight for a while, just the two of you. When your breathing started to even out, he suggested the two of you head to bed. You agreed with a sleepy nod, letting him pull you up and lead you to his bedroom.

You were a little more awake now from moving around, admiring Aaron from across the room. He turned to meet your gaze.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s go to bed.”

Aaron walked over and pulled the blankets down, allowing the two of you to slip under. You were quick to curl up to him, resting your head on his chest and your arm across his waist. His arm curling around your shoulder, just before he places a kiss you your temple.

“I love you Aaron, more than anything in this world. Jack and you are the best things that have ever happened to me.”

“Marry me.” Aaron blurted.

“What?” You shifted, resting your weight on your elbow so you could look up at Aaron.

“Marry me?” Aaron asked again.

“Are you serious? Because if you’re not, we can just pretend this never happened.” You rushed.

“Sweetheart, I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t serious. So, I’m going to ask one more time. Would you do me the great honor of becoming my wife and marry me?”

“Yes!” You straddled his lap and kissed him. “One hundred times yes!”

Aaron kissed you then moved to shift you off his lap. He moved swiftly across the room, reaching into his sock drawer. Your gaze followed him, jaw dropping the second you saw him pull the velvet box from the back, tucked neatly into a pair of his socks.

Aaron walked back over to you and sat before you, he held the box in front of you and opened it, revealing the most beautiful ring. A center, brilliant cut stone, with three smaller stones hugging either side. He pulled the ring from the box and slid it onto your finger, glancing up to see you looking, not at the ring, but at him. Tears rimmed your eyes, and a watery smile lit up your face.

“So would now be a good time to also ask you to move in?” Aaron laughed.

You sniffled through a laugh and nodded your head, throwing yourself into his arms.

The next morning, Aaron and you woke up early to make breakfast, that way you could talk to Jack together. You’d gone ahead and shared the news with family and friends via text, and Aaron had done the same, making sure to let Haley know as well.

You were just talking about the congratulations you’d been receiving when you heard the unmistakable sound of little feet padding down the hallway. Aaron shot you a pointed look as if to say we will talk more about this later. You knew that right now, you were going to have to have a tough conversation with Jack.

“Good morning buddy!” You greeted him.

“Hi Y/n! Are going on an adventure today?” He asked

“Maybe! But sweetie, your dad and I want to talk to you, is that okay?”

Jack nodded.

“Jack, you know how your mom married Mike?” Jack nodded again. “Well, I am going to marry Y/n.”

“You can’t.” Jack shouted. “She’s my friend!”

Aaron moved to speak but you cut him off. “I am your friend honey, but your dad and I, we’re dating. Like how your mom dated Mike before they got married.”

“No that’s different. Mommy and Mike live together; they share a room. Y/n you come here, and we play and watch movies and go on adventures.” Jack argued.

“Oh buddy. Y/n is here when you’re at your mom’s too. When she sleeps here, she and I share a room too. Y/n is going to come live with us here soon.” Aaron explained.

Jack crossed his arms and pouted.

“Sweetie, Mike is your stepdad right?” Jack nodded, his pout deepening. “Well honey, I’m gonna be your stepmom.”

“NO! You’re my friend!” Jack ran off to his bedroom.

You slumped down into the barstool at the counter, feeling defeated. Aaron walked over to you wrapping his arms around you and offering reassurance. He’d told you that Jack was just going to need some time, but that he’d come around. It’s a lot for a seven-year-old to comprehend.

It took about three hours for Jack to exit his room; he’d found you and Aaron on the couch. Some show playing long forgotten on the TV.

“Are we still gonna go on adventures?” Jack asked.

“Of course, sweetie. You will always be my adventure buddy!” You smiled, opening your arms to him.

“Okay.” Jack said, moving into your embrace, hugging you tight.

Aaron smiled and moved in to join your hug, holding you both tight.

“Can we go see the Spiderman movie later?” Jack asked.

Aaron and you just laughed, ruffling his hair and agreeing to go.

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augustjoy · 1 month ago

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You’re a star.

Based on the following ask: I was actually thinking of a reader who was training to become an actress and she worked part time at a dinner theatre as a waitress and would fill in for the actors sometimes but Hotch only knows that she's a waitress there and not that she's an understudy bc she forgot to tell him for whatever reason. So one day the team decides to go to the venue for some kind of bonding event and Hotch expects to see the reader as a waitress there but instead gets a surprise when she comes out onto the stage all dressed up in her costume and starts singing. Okie so when researching for this fic I saw that a popular dinner theater is currently showing Rogers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella (which was made into a movie in 1957, later redone with Brandy!) …and the music in it is BEAUTIFUL, so I ran with it…that is the show that our lovely reader will be standing in for.

Aaron Hotchner x Aspiring Actress! Fem Reader Fluff Word count: 2122

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, unspecified age gap, explicit language, Hotch is in awe of you, proud Hotch, FBI Team bonding, aspiring actress reader, fem reader, singer reader, waitress reader, probably some theater inaccuracies (I was a choir kid y’all, sorry), tooth rotting fluff, BAU team speechless, reader wears makeup, has hair long enough to put up, and wears dresses for the show, reader is described to have a feminine voice, let me know if I missed anything! You are responsible for your own media consumption - if these warnings are triggering or potentially harmful, DO NOT READ.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Broadway had been your dream since you were a little girl. You’d gone to see Wicked, Les Misérables, The Phantom of the Opera, The Lion King, and more recently Hamilton and Aladdin. Every time you sat in one of those theater chairs, you vibrated with excitement, you shined with a childlike wonder then, and even still now. You’d begged your mom to put you in singing lessons after seeing your first musical at just 8 years old.

You’d been in choir all through school and theater both in and out of school. Your mom was your biggest cheerleader, always backing you. So, when you told her you were planning on going to college in New York City, she hadn’t been even the slightest bit surprised. She helped you film audition tapes and sent them into every performing arts school you could think of. You’d sent in applications and auditions to Carnegie Mellon, Ithaca, NYU, and Julliard. Any of which would have made you happy, but when your acceptance letters came from Ithaca and NYU, you’d had to make a choice.

NYU had been incredible, you’d met tons of incredible people, had opportunities to do some off-Broadway shows, but you’d yet to have your big break.

Which brings you to now, you recently finished your master’s program, and you were working at a dinner theater. It wasn’t ideal, but this was a place that many people had been found. Even last week your coworker James got offered a role in a Broadway show. They’d told him an audition tape wasn’t needed, that they had seen all they needed to right here.

This job was great, you may be a waitress but getting to sing and perform in front of a crown, to bring them joy, it was everything you’d wanted. The theater had done Newsies last month, which meant not a ton of female cast members were needed, but this month, they’d decided on Cinderella. You had been over the moon, you wanted nothing more than to get a decent role, more than the ensemble, so when you were cast as the fairy godmother you were thrilled…but then you’d noticed you’d also been listed as Cinderella’s understudy.

You couldn’t believe it. Both were great parts, and understudy meant opportunity.

Here’s the thing about being a twenty-something year old living in/near New York City, everyone thinks you’re either some uppity content creator, or they think you are a naive aspiring actor/artist. You’d been a cliché the moment you’d stepped foot into this city, so when you met Aaron, you may have bent the truth just a little.

He knew you went to NYU, and he knew you were a waitress and where you worked…he’d even heard you sing a few times here and there (in the shower mostly). But you may have neglected to tell him about wanting to pursue a career on Broadway. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, you just didn’t want to be that girl. You didn’t want to come across as the young dumb girl, broke in New York. Not when you had been asked out by the handsome older man who had a highly successful career.

You and Aaron had been seeing one another for about six months now. You hadn’t gotten to spend that much time together, given that he had to travel so much for work, but that was okay. You knew his work was important, and it didn’t bother you. He’d always made sure you felt loved and like you were the only girl in the world.

It had been about two weeks into the new show, people had been singing your praises as the fairy godmother, telling you how wonderful you were. You were riding on a high, and while you finally wanted to share that with Aaron, they’d been called away on back-to-back cases, and you didn’t think it was an appropriate conversation to have while he was actively hunting serial killers.

So, you’d kept it to yourself…and when Kiera, the girl playing Cinderella got a case of tonsillitis, resulting in her needing a tonsillectomy, you were asked to step in.

“Well, Kiera is out…so looks like you are no longer the understudy. Are you good to go on tomorrow?” The director asked.

“Me?” You pointed at yourself. “I mean, yes. I-I’m ready!”

“Good! Now, go see Sheryl for a costume fitting.”

“Thank you!”

Aaron had been home yesterday when you’d got off work. He texted you telling you they’d caught the guy and were home safe. He’d even called you to talk about your week and how things had been going.

You could tell he was stressed, and you didn’t want to add to that, so you’d let him know work had been busy and that a coworker had called in sick, so you’d been picking up some extra shifts…not a total lie. You would tell him, soon.

You’d been practicing all day, your lines, the songs, with and without your costars. You wanted to be perfect, going out there as the lead. It had kept you so distracted, you’d forgotten to check your phone.

Aaron: Hey sweetheart I hope you are having a great day. I miss you, come over tonight?

Aaron: They are forcing us to have a team outing tonight, the BAU and Cyber Crimes together.

Aaron: Something about team building. It is however at the theater…so hopefully I will see you!

Aaron: I could drive you home tonight, so we can spend some time together. Text me back when you can honey.

He was a little nervous, you were typically good about replying to him, especially around your break…which was typically right about now. Aaron tried to shake the worry from his thoughts, he’d likely see you soon.

“Why do we have to go to this thing?” Emily huffed.

“Team building, I guess.” JJ replied.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad!” Penelope attempted to lighten the mood. “I heard they’re showing Cinderella, so at least it is something we all know!”

The rest of the team joined in the conversation as they entered the theater, waiting to be seated at a table. Aaron was scanning the floor for you, surely you’d be around serving guests…

“Which one is she?” Dave questioned.

“She’s not-I don’t see her.” Aaron whispered back.

“Is she in the show?” Dave asked.

“I don’t think so, she never mentioned being in the shows, only serving.” Aaron shrugged.

The teams were seated, each person handed a menu as well as a program for the show. While they looked over their menus a petite woman walked out onto the stage to provide instructions and expectations for when the show began.

“Please ensure all cellular devices are either off or on silent. When your servers arrive, they will take the entirety of your order now, as well as provide paper and pens for if you are to need additional food or drinks throughout the evening, this is to minimize talking. We will have a fifteen-minute intermission, which you can utilize to check your devices, use the restroom, and place additional orders. The program provided to you withholds the individuals performing in tonight’s show. Please note that our Cinderella has fallen ill, but no need to worry, her amazing understudy has stepped in. Last thing, please enjoy the show!”

Aaron’s gaze scanned over the program, immediately finding your name listed next to Fairy Godmother, shock took over his expression and Dave was quick to notice.

“She’s the fairy godmother.” Aaron said quietly.

“Wait! She’s in the show?” Penelope squealed.

“Did you say she’s the fairy godmother?" Spencer questioned, and when Aaron nodded, he added “Um, she’s listed as Cinderella’s understudy.”

Aaron’s jaw hit the floor. He couldn’t believe that you were the lead. He had heard you sing before and he knew how wonderful your voice was…he also knew that you’d gone to NYU for musical theater, thanks to Penelope. He just wasn’t sure why you hadn’t told him. Work had been keeping him especially busy lately, so maybe he just missed it.

The lights dimmed and places were taken. You’d felt nervous initially, but ultimately you were so excited to be doing this. The cast had begun with the prologue off stage; your first song would be In My Own Little Corner.

Aaron and the team watched in awe. Everything about this production had been incredible, the costumes, the sets, but most notably you and your singing. So far he’d see the maid costume, but truthfully, he was most excited to see you dressed up in the ball gown, he knew you’d look like a vision.

And when transformations began, he was proved right. There on stage you had gone from the milkmaid to a princess, and he was speechless. You looked so beautiful and then when you began singing It’s Possible as your character was making her way to the ball.

The show went on a bit longer before intermission, your character transformed back into the milkmaid, poorly treated by her stepsisters and stepmother.

During intermission you finally checked your phone, you wanted to see if your eyes had deceived you, or if Aaron and his entire team were really here tonight, watching you perform for the first time.

4 New Messages

Aaron: Hey sweetheart I hope you are having a great day. I miss you, come over tonight?

Aaron: They are forcing us to have a team outing tonight, the BAU and Cyber Crimes together.

Aaron: Something about team building. It is however at the theater…so hopefully I will see you!

Aaron: I could drive you home tonight, so we can spend some time together. Text me back when you can honey.

As you read them, another message came in.

Aaron: You are absolutely breathtaking, had I known you were in the show I would’ve brought flowers. I love you, break a leg sweetheart.

You: I’ll explain everything after the show! I love you so much Aar.

People were scrambling, times were being called out, signaling that it was time to take your places. Upon reentry, the first song was your own, one where Cinderella would reminisce on her time spent with the prince.

The song entitled He Was Tall, and while you sang it, Aaron fell in love with you all over again. He could see his teammates glancing over at him throughout the evening all with warmth and understanding of the love he was exuding due to your performance. He just couldn’t help his amazement; you’d had such poise and grace as you floated around the stage. Your voice was that of a princess, there was no other way to describe it, this part had been made for you.

Looking around he could see the way you’d captured the hearts of every patron in the theater. They were all hooked on every word that escaped your lips, completely enraptured. The show continued on through the prince’s pursuit of his lost princess, he’d gone around with the glass slipper and when he found it fit you and only you, the proposal scene began, quickly slipping into the wedding and then the exit.

By the end, Aaron’s eyes were misty, and the room had erupted in cheers, most people had been standing, giving you and the rest of the company a well-deserved round of applause. When it came time for bows, you and the prince had been nudged forward to bow together and the whole room ignited, they had gone wild for your talents…and Aaron couldn’t be more proud.

Finally, the stage cleared, and people sat to finish any remaining food or drinks, but Aaron stood in wait. Hoping you’d come out soon to see him. When he was just about to give up, Dave nodded behind him, signaling someone was there.

Aaron turned to see you, still in your wedding costume, he was stunned.

“Hey Aar.” You smiled.

“Hi sweetheart.” He said, quickly pressing his lips to yours and pulling you into a hug. “You were incredible honey! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You’ve been so busy with work, I just didn’t want to add anything to your plate.” You shrugged.

“This, you, sweetheart, you can tell me these things. This is the stuff I want to know. This is the kind of thing that makes my days better. Have you always been in the shows here?” He asked.

“Not always, mostly ensemble work. This was my first big one.” You began, “I didn’t tell you about the acting because I didn’t want to be another cliché girl in her twenties, moving to New York to pursue acting.”

“You aren’t a cliché honey. You’re a star.”

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