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4) What is your favorite book?

i love the harry potter and the hunger games series !! :) but i also love love the book 'speak' and 'girl in translation.' there's also an old german book called "der schimmelreiter" which i adore !!! <3

16) What do you think makes you attractive?

honestly, not sure. i'm kind ? i don't judge people. i think maybe those traits make me attractive.

29) Favorite song lyrics right now?

"but you're not what you thought you were" by lorde !!!! it's one of my favourite song by her called 'liability ( reprise )'

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[gf2bellamy]

hey queen stubborn was so good ugh so i’m rewatching s2 and i got to the part where elle’s like last time u sent me home i got shot 😭 can i request a hotch fic kinda angsty that’s similar to that scene and reader’s (maybe they’re dating) saying that but she’s just hella stressed guys she doesn’t mean it like she just hates to be seen weak and incapable 😔 thank you!!! oh and only if you want to <3 <3 <3

home — aaron hotchner

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: established relationship, reader has flashbacks to when she was shot, just very similar to elle's storyline in s2 !! , mention of blood, reader is in pain a/n: haiii !!! i'm so sorry this took me ages ?!!? i haven't posted a hotch fic in so long !! i hope you like this <3

You avoided Aaron’s eyes the second they landed on you, right after you let out an involuntary sound of pain.

You scolded yourself, shifting stiffly and straightening your jacket in an effort to mask the discomfort. Aaron turned his attention back to Rossi, picking up their earlier conversation. You took the moment to close your eyes, just for a second, hoping the pain would ebb away.

You were still healing from something you tried not to think about. Not that it was easy to forget, not with the scar that stretched across your stomach. It hadn’t been long since the attack. Since the unsub had broken into your home. And of course, Aaron had been more than concerned about your return to work.

You knew you’d kept your eyes closed too long when the air shifted in front of you, the familiar scent of his cologne wrapping around you before you even looked up.

You heard his voice, before you opened your eyes. "How much pain are you in?"

You finally looked up. His eyes met yours. His brow was furrowed and his jaw set with tension. It wasn’t the way he usually looked at you. You were one of the rare exceptions, the soft spots in his life.

You swallowed hard and forced a small, tight smile. "I’m fine," you gritted out.

You straightened up, managing to suppress the sound of pain this time, but Aaron didn’t miss the way your jaw clenched, the way your cheeks hollowed slightly as you bit down on your tongue.

"You're not fine," he said, the stern look on his face deepening as he watched you subtly lean against one of the chairs around the empty conference table.

Most of the team was gone, out in the field, following leads, doing things. Things you were supposed to be doing. Even Rossi had left. It was just the two of you now.

"Aaron, let’s just go," you said, your voice filled with exhaustion as you turned toward the door.

You were stressed. The jacket you wore suddenly felt too tight. You didn’t like the way Aaron was staring you down, like he could see right through the act you were putting on. And the thought of the unsub still out there, still free, somehow made you even angrier.

"You’re not going." His words stopped you cold.

Aaron didn’t touch you. He wanted to, you could see it in the way his fingers twitched at his sides, the way his body leaned slightly toward you as if pulled by instinct. But he held back. He knew you wouldn’t take it well.

You turned slowly, meeting his gaze. His eyes softened the second they locked onto yours.

“I’m going,” you snapped, the words out of your mouth before you could even temper your tone. You startled yourself. The bite in your voice wasn't intentional. It came from the feeling of being watched, and protected when all you wanted was control.

But Aaron didn’t flinch. He only looked at you like he knew. Like he’d been waiting for this moment.

“You’re in pain,” he said simply. You opened your mouth to argue, but he didn’t give you the chance. “You keep leaning on your left side,” he continued, stepping closer. “On the jet, you couldn’t even rest against me. Right now, you can barely stand straight.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, frustrated, not just by what he was saying but by the fact that he was right.

A single strand of hair had slipped free from his usually perfect style, the one you’d watched him fix this morning in the mirror. The same morning you’d stood behind him in his bathroom, brushing your teeth in one of his old T-shirts, pretending things were normal. Ever since the attack, you hadn’t really gone home. Instead, you’d been staying at Aaron’s place. And now, in the cool silence of the conference room, you missed that warmth all at once. You missed the version of him that wasn’t looking at you like you were a liability.

“I’m not letting you chase down an unsub when you can’t even—”

“Letting me?” you cut in sharply, your voice rising before you could stop it. “I don’t need your permission, Aaron. This is my job. My case.” You stared at him like you were daring him to challenge you again, even as your side throbbed in protest.

His stance didn’t budge. “You’re not ready to go back out in the field,” Aaron’s expression softened, just slightly, like he was trying to deescalate before it went too far. “I can get you on the next plane back,” he offered quietly.

That did it. You saw red. Actual, pulsing red at the edges of your vision You could practically feel steam coming out of your ears, just like in those old cartoons. “To do what, Aaron?” you snapped. “So I can go home and stare at the walls?”

You stepped forward before you could stop yourself. “Do you know what I see when I look at those walls?” you hissed. “I see exactly where I was standing when I got shot. I see the blood on the floor. I see him. Every. Single. Time.”

Then, the next words came out before your brain could catch up to your mouth. “The last time you sent me home, Aaron, you got me shot.”

The effect was instantaneous. Aaron went completely still. All color drained from his face. For one horrifying second, he looked like you'd physically struck him. The impact of your words hit you the same moment they hit him, but it was too late.

“What are you saying?” he asked, and for the first time, his voice didn’t sound steady. It sounded quiet. Unusual for him.

Your hands trembled violently as you dragged one over your face. "You know exactly what I mean." The lie tasted bitter. You didn't mean it, but the words kept coming, fueled by pain and frustration and the phantom sting of sutures pulling tight across your abdomen.

And you didn’t take the words back. Even if part of you knew you should. Even if part of you didn’t mean them. But the pain, the fear, the helplessness, it all needed somewhere to go. And right now, it was spilling out of you faster than you could stop it.

Aaron looked genuinely hurt. You’d never seen him like that before.“If I could take it back,” he said quietly, “I would.”

You bit down hard on your bottom lip, swallowing against the ache in your throat. Of course you knew that. You knew it wasn’t his fault. Not really. But pain doesn’t care about reason, and grief doesn’t always listen to truth.

It had been eating at you for weeks now. All those nights lying next to Aaron in his bed, staring at him while he slept, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his face in the dark. Sometimes, he’d stir under your touch, lean into it. But mostly, he just slept, his brows relaxed, his breathing soft. And you’d just lie there, wondering if things would ever feel normal again. You'd watch the steady rise and fall of his chest and wish, desperately, for the power to turn back time.

You didn’t blame him. But sometimes, you wished you could go back. Just rewind the clock to that exact day. Back to that moment in the bullpen, when Aaron had taken one look at your exhausted face in the bullpen, his thumb brushing the dark circles under your eyes as he murmured, "Go home and rest." When he'd pressed his lips to your temple, before you walked out of the doors. The last normal moment before everything shattered.

You didn't blame him.

You couldn't. Not when you'd seen him sprint into that hospital waiting room, his hands shaking too hard to even hold the consent forms. His FBI badge still clipped to his belt like he'd run straight from the crime scene. Not when he’d sat by your bedside every single night after, curled up in that awful hospital chair that creaked every time he shifted, refusing to sleep unless your fingers were tangled in his.

But sometimes, in the hours between midnight and dawn, when the pain medication wore off and the nightmares crept in, you wished with a desperate, shameful intensity that he'd never sent you home at all.

Aaron stood in front of you. And for once, he didn’t have the words. You could see it in his eyes, how much this was killing him. Of course he blamed himself. He blamed himself every second of every day. It was who he was.

“I just wish it never happened,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You bit down on your lip hard enough to taste blood, determined not to cry.

Aaron's heart wrenched at the sight. His hands twitched at his sides, that familiar tell of his desperate need to reach for you warring with his fear of overstepping.

"If I could trade places, I would, sweetheart." The endearment slipped out. He wasn't entirely sure how to express the depth of what he felt when he couldn't touch you, when every instinct screamed to pull you into his arms but the tension in your shoulders warned him away.

The first tear slipped down your cheek. Then you were reaching for him before you could stop yourself. Aaron let out a shuddering sigh of relief, the tension in his shoulders easing as he finally got to hold you.

Carefully, he wrapped his arms around you. One hand settled at your waist, mindful of your injury, while the other cradled the back of your head.

"I don’t actually blame you," you mumbled into his chest, your voice muffled against the crisp cotton of his dress shirt.

“I know,” he said gently, his fingers brushing through your hair with the same tenderness he always used when the nightmares kept you up. “I’m still sorry, though.” His lips pressed against the crown of your head, before he rested his chin there.

Eventually, you felt the gentle sweep of his thumb along your jaw, coaxing your chin upward until your eyes met his. “You don’t have to go home,” he said softly. “Not if you don’t want to.”You could see the conflict in his expression. He wasn’t convinced. But he was trying.

He hesitated. “But… please,” he added, his hand cupping the side of your face now, thumb brushing just beneath your cheekbone. “At least stay off the field. Just for now.”

You wanted to protest. Tell him, that you needed to be out there, that you were strong enough for this. But the words died on your tongue.

You held his stare and you didn't see doubt in your capability. You saw pure fear. You saw the ghost of every bad phone call, every hospital visit, every what-if that haunted his own sleepless nights. It was that vulnerability that undid you.

Your eyes never left his as you gave a single, slow nod.

[gf2bellamy]

i haven’t posted a hotch fic in ages

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hello pretty! if it’s not too much trouble i would like to request a spence x reader. bau!reader that works for another unit/division and she’s friends with the people from the bau because their paths cross often. one day reader and morgan had to go to a meeting with strauss and upon returning they stumble across the bau where they were supposed to tell hotch how it went. reader sees (season six) spencer sitting at his des. she straightens her pencil skirt, unbuttons the top buttons of her blouse and lets her hair down. morgan teased her as she walks over to spence to flirt with him only to him hit her with a good pick up line that leaves reader flustered. maybe it’s stupid but i imagined it and thought it could be cute and/or funny. thank you if you decide to write it! 🩵

touch-up — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: flirty!reader ? a/n: hi hi !! such a lovely idea <3 hope you like this !

“You looked so mad, I thought you were about to explode,” you teased, nudging Morgan with your elbow as the two of you made your way down the hallway.

Morgan huffed, rolling his shoulders as if trying to physically shake off the irritation. “Man, I could feel my blood pressure rising with every word out of her mouth.”

The two of you had just endured another lovely meeting with Section Chief Erin Strauss, a woman neither of you had much fondness for, and for good reason. Today had been no exception, with her nitpicking and that infuriatingly condescending tone. You didn’t often get to work directly with Morgan these days but you cherished these little moments.

“Oh, I saw it,” you grinned, tilting your head. “I could swear there was a vein popping on your forehead.”

He shot you a sideways glance, but the corner of his mouth twitched despite himself. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You weren’t exactly the picture of calm either.”

"Me?" you gasped, pressing a hand to your chest in mock offense. "I was a model of restraint."

Morgan snorted. "Right. Tell that to Hotch."

You groaned at the reminder. That one time, after a particularly infuriating encounter with Strauss, you’d let a string of curses slip while debriefing Hotch. Morgan had never let you live it down, and you were pretty sure Hotch hadn’t either, no matter how stoic he pretended to be. (Though you swore you’d seen the faintest twitch of his lips.)

"Okay, that was an exception," you conceded, waving a hand dismissively. "But I’ll have you know, I’ve been very good ever since."

Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Try to keep that streak going when we update him today, yeah?"

You sighed dramatically. "Fine. But only because I like you."

And that’s when you noticed him.

Spencer was perched on the edge of his desk, ankles crossed, his full attention locked onto the crossword puzzle in his hands. His brow was furrowed slightly in concentration, his fingers gripping the pen. You blinked, momentarily distracted by the sight, why was he sitting on the desk instead of in his chair? Not that you were complaining. The way he leaned forward just so, the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows—

Nope. Not the time.

Morgan was still talking, but his voice had faded into background noise the second your eyes landed on Spencer. Without thinking, you reached up and let your hair down, shaking it out slightly. You didn’t even notice Morgan had gone silent until you caught his smirk out of the corner of your eye. Oops. You glanced down at yourself, smoothing your blouse (and maybe considering popping a button for effect), adjusting your necklace, running a quick mental checklist.

"Really?" Morgan drawled, crossing his arms.

You met his gaze, unrepentant. "Just five minutes." There was no point hiding it anymore. Not when Spencer was right there, looking unfairly good in that stupid sweater vest, and not when Morgan had long since figured you out.

He shook his head, chuckling. "Anything that gives me a chance to mess with him later. Do your thing, pretty." With a clap on your shoulder, he sauntered off toward the break room.

You took a deep breath and squared your shoulders. “Hi, Spencer.”

Your voice finally pulled his attention away from the crossword puzzle. The moment he recognized you, his posture straightened, as much as Spencer Reid could straighten his perpetually slouched frame, and his face lit up with that soft smile of his.

“Hi. Good morning.” He abandoned his pencil and puzzle entirely, giving you his full focus.

You didn’t hesitate. “Love the tie.” Your fingers reached out, catching the dark blue silk between them, deliberately brushing against his chest as you toyed with the fabric.

His breath hitched, just slightly. “Uh—th-thank you.” His gaze flickered from your fingers to your face, lingering a second too long on your freshly loosened hair, the way it framed your features. You bit back a smirk. “How, um… how was your meeting with Strauss?” he asked, voice a little uneven.

You sighed dramatically. “It‘s Strauss.”

A quiet chuckle escaped him. “Right.”

Finally releasing his tie, you hoisted yourself up onto the desk beside him, your hip nudging against his. “Why do you always sit up here instead of your chair?”

His shoulder bumped yours in return, any excuse to touch you, really, but when he turned to answer, he froze. Your faces were suddenly too close, the warmth of your breath ghosting over his skin.

“Change of scenery,” he mumbled, voice lower than before. His eyes darted down to where your thighs pressed together, then to his perfectly good chair, literally a foot away, before flicking back to yours.

You grinned. “Yeah. Huge change.” His lips twitched, but he didn’t pull away.

Your fingers brushed against his waist as you leaned over his lap to grab the abandoned crossword puzzle, and Spencer sucked in a sharp breath.

“Only two left. Can I do it?” you asked, already plucking the pen from his slack grip.

“Y-yeah. Of course.” His voice cracked.

You squinted at the next clue. “‘Romantic appointment?’” A smirk tugged at your lips. “Well, that’s one way to phrase it.” You scrawled DATE into the squares, ignoring the way Spencer’s knee bounced nervously against yours.

He exhaled, amused. “Correct.”

“‘The process where eyes dilate when attracted to someone,’” he read the final clue, voice lower now. You hummed, tapping the pen against your bottom lip just to watch his gaze track the movement.

“I have no clue what the word is.” With an exaggerated sigh, you handed the pen back, letting your fingers linger against his. Spencer didn’t hesitate.

“Pupillary,” he muttered, scribbling it down as you leaned over his shoulder, close enough that your hair brushed his jaw.

“Oh, right,” you lied, voice dripping with false realization.

He huffed a laugh, he knew you were full of it. His eyes flicked up to yours. “Your eyes are doing that right now.”

Your mouth dropped open.

Spencer’s brain caught up with his mouth a second too late. “Wait—no, I wasn’t insinuating that you’re attracted to me! I was just—your pupils are just very big right now. And I—oh God, I think mine just are as big as yours—no, wait, that’s not—” He was spiraling.

Normally, you’d rescue him. But this time, you were frozen. Not just because he’d called you out, but because of the admission tangled in his rambling: I think mine just are as big as yours.

And there it was, the truth, laid bare in the way his pupils swallowed the honey-brown of his irises, dark and dilated under the bullpen’s lights. You’d noticed it in the two fleeting seconds he’d managed to hold your gaze before crumbling into word vomit.

Spencer’s lips parted, then clamped shut. His fingers twitched where they hovered near your sleeve, like he couldn’t decide whether to reach for you or bolt.

You should say something. Anything. But all you could think was: He’s just as affected as you were.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Morgan exit the break room, coffee in one hand and phone in the other. But your focus zeroed in on Spencer, now painfully silent, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like you like me or something,” he blurted, voice tight with nerves. “You probably don‘t. I get that. Completely. That was a stupid comment. I mean, why would you—”

You slid off the table and stepped between his knees, cutting off his ramble with a single word: “Spencer.” His mouth snapped shut.

“You’re not wrong.” Why dance around it now? He’d already caught you. Hell, you’d never exactly been subtle.

“W-wrong?” he parroted, blinking up at you like his PhD-laden brain had short-circuited.

"Spencer," you murmured, watching his pupils blow wider. "You're a profiler. Tell me what you see right now."

The pen slipped from his fingers. "I… I see—" His throat worked. "P-pupillary dilation that indicates—"

You waited, but the words didn't come. "that indicates I am attracted to you.” You forced your usual confidence into the words, even as your pulse hammered against your ribs. His tie was soft between your fingers as you gave it a playful tug, but your attention flicked to Morgan over Spencer’s shoulder, the man was grinning.

Spencer stared at you, but you could see a disbelieving smile forming on his face. Leaning down, you whispered near Spencer’s ear: “You can ask me out on a date later.”

Then you sauntered away, leaving the smartest man in the BAU utterly, beautifully speechless.

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update !!! i have finally watched superman !!!!!

[gf2bellamy]

Hello! For the ask game I didn't know if you had a maximum of questions, but i was wondering about 8, 17 and 18, and 20. Hope you have / are having a good day!

8) What is your dream job?

i don't have one :( i do like the idea of being a journalist though.

17) -> i answered here :)

18) What is something you're really bad at?

math !!! i can't do math. i suck at it. so badly.

20) What's a totally random and useless fact that you know?

sea otters hold hands when they sleep.

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hii! for the ask game pls? 6, 10, and 33 ☺️

6 ) 5 Male celebrity crushes

matthew gray gubler, zayn , charles leclerc , cillian murphy and carlos sainz :)

10) What is a fact about you that nobody would believe?

despite the fact that i spend half of my time watching movies, i’ve actually not watched a lot of classics. ( such as pulp fiction, good fellas, the godfather etc. etc. )

33) What’s a pet peeve you have?

people that chew with their mouth open !!!!!!!! i will actually start crying if you do that.

ask game

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for ask game!

30, 17, and 13 :)

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30) What does self care look like for you?

cozying up with a movie i love !!!!

17) What is something you're really good at?

i'm pretty good at paying attention to details, i'd say :)

13) How do you de-stress?

once again, i love love watching movies. so, definitely that. and also writing !!

ask game

[gf2bellamy]

haii !!! if anyone would like to chat :)

Question Game

Are we tired of these yet?

What is your nickname?

When is your birthday?

What was your longest relationship?

What is your favorite book?

What is something you're insecure about?

5 Male celebrity crushes

5 Female celebrity crushes

What is your dream job?

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?

What is a fact about you that nobody would believe?

What were your highs and lows for this last month?

Where is somewhere you'd like to visit?

How do you de-stress?

What are your favorite apps besides tumblr?

Describe yourself in one sentence.

What do you think makes you attractive?

What is something you're really good at?

What is something you're really bad at?

A time that you told a lie.

What's a totally random and useless fact that you know?

Who knows you the best?

What is your most prized possession?

What is your longest friendship?

When did you first feel like an adult?

Do you/ Have you played any sports?

How are you feeling right now?

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Favorite song lyrics right now?

What does self care look like for you?

Describe yourself with 3 singers.

What makes you nervous?

What’s a pet peeve you have?

What will always make you cry?

What kind of first impression do you think you make on people?

Free Pass! (Ask any question you want that's not on the list)

[gf2bellamy]

hello Athena!! first of all! love the new theme 🫶 the green colour is so pretty :3

second!! i rearranged my room today (FINALLY) :DD AND I LOVE IT SM AND NOW I HAVE A CUTE LITTLE BOOK CORNER WAAAH 💜💜💜

hope you are having a lovely day 😌😌

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HIII !!!! thank you so so much !!💖💖💖

AND thats sounds SO FUN !!!!!!! i hope you have a sweet time cozying up with some lovely books !!!!!

and i am :) thank you so so much. i hope you’re having a good day / night as well :)

[gf2bellamy]

The new theme is sooo pretty 💚

THANK you so much !!!!💖💖💖

[gf2bellamy]

i love the new theme athena :D!!

ahh TYSM !!! 💖💖💖💖

[gf2bellamy]

what are your thoughts on ai?

don‘t like it nor do i approve of it.

[gf2bellamy]

would u ever write for clark kent

i still haven’t watched superman…..

[gf2bellamy]

thank you for all the love on glass by the way !!!! 😭💖💖

[gf2bellamy]

i've been reading your fics today for so long that i just watched your pfp change in real time and didn't even realise until i went back to your account and the layout was no longer blue LMAO

THAT'S SO FUNNY😭😭 but yes, i thought a layout change was overdue. plus, autumn will be here soon and a twilight gif just feels perfect.

[gf2bellamy]

hi athena! i've recently discovered your fics and i am obsessed. you write so well! i was hoping to reread the secret relationship one with reid and the birthday bracelet from rossi, but I can't find it on your masterlist.

hiii lovely !! thank you so much for your kind words, you’re the sweetest <3 sadly, I ended up deleting that fic :( i’m so sorry !!