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“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

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Y/n Hotchner | bau special agent

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hotch cleaning elles wall

if you even care about me

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happy father's day

to the rossi!child readers - he's away a lot, but he loves you more than anything. he makes sure to tell you every chance he gets. your favorite meal is ready for family dinner.

to the hotch!child readers - he sees the pain you hide so well. know that it's safe to fall apart sometimes. he wil be there to help you pick up the pieces. you don't have to hide anymore.

to the morgan!child readers - he tells you to follow your dreams and he means it. spread your wings and fly. he will catch you if you fall. you will always be safe with him looking out for you.

to the spencer!child readers - he knows it's hard to be different, and he's going to make sure you know how loved and understood you are. you'll always be enough for him. he hopes you know that.

(late) happy mothers day

to the garcia!child readers - she doesn't just tell you, but shows you how perfect you are. there's nothing she wants more than for you to always be the most authentic version of you.

to the JJ!child readers - she loves you in a way that would be impossible to describe with mere words. in every way, shape, and form, her love for you is truly unconditional.

to the prentiss!child readers - she knows the greatest gift she can give you is to raise you to survive on your own. stand up tall and strong and fearless; your mother raised a soldier.

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Welcome to love2reid’s page!

Hi, I’m Clara and I go by she/her. I’m still new to writing fics, although I have been writing for myself for some time.

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Aaron Hotchner

Stop pretending you’re not in pain - comfort/ fluff

Aaron Hotchner’s wife - moodboard

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Stop pretending you’re not in pain

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Overview: in which reader secretly gets hurt on a case, and in which Aaron knows her better than she realises.

Word count: 920 words

Warnings: mention of injury, general criminal minds case talk.

A/N: This is my first time ever writing a piece of work for a character but I’ve wanted to for a while so I thought I’d give it a go!

You move your position for the 3rd time, battling the urge to try and be somewhat comfortable and the need to not disturb the other members of the BAU who were currently resting in their respective seats across the jet.

“Are you okay?”

Shit. Clearly not as quiet as you thought.

You look up to see Hotch staring at you, brows furrowed in concern as he scans you for any sign that you may in fact not be okay.

“Yeah yeah, I’m okay just can’t get comfortable today for some reason. I swear they’ve changed these seats since we arrived in Michigan.” Your attempt to laugh off your pain falls on deaf ears as Hotch approaches the seat next to you and settles into it comfortably, placing his case file on the shiny oak desk in front of him.

“We’ll talk about this when we are off the jet. For now try and get some sleep.”

He lifts the armrest separating the two of you and moves his arm back, beckoning you to lean into his side. You follow his instructions, immediately breathing a sigh of relief when the new position eases some of the aches currently present in your side.

“Y/n, Y/n.” You hear a voice gently whisper through your sleepy state.

You open your eyes and do a quick scan of your surroundings, to see that the jet has been completely emptied except you and Aaron.

“Why has everyone already gone?” You ask.

As you ask Aaron the question, you stretch your body in an attempt to get out of this drowsy state you’re currently in however quickly regret your actions as intense pain courses through your side making you wince.

The alarm on Hotch’s face is clear as day at the sound of you wincing.

“What happened?” Hotch asks gently but firmly, trying not to let his concern override the need to keep calm if he wants to find out what’s troubling you.

“You can’t get mad”

He lets out a low chuckle. “You know when you have to say that it’s probably not a good sign. But I promise I won’t get mad.”

You take a deep sigh before explaining.

“Remember when you sent me and Reid to the unsubs house that we thought was derelict?”

Your mind casts back to the events of the past few days as Aaron responds, “Yes, I also remember you telling me you weren’t injured and that you hadn’t hurt your leg when I asked why you stumbled.”

“Well technicallyyy the second part is true, I’ve got no issue with my leg.” You glance up at him, giving him an innocent smile that instantly makes the frown lines on his face soften.

Aaron reaches over and takes his hand in yours, gently rubbing it with his thumb. Your relationship was somewhat new, with the team remaining unaware, and due to that, all signs of a relationship were strictly off-limits around the team.

However, in the empty shell of the jet, the unspoken moment brings comfort to your troubles and prompts you to continue as you begin to recount the events to him.

“So when we arrived it seemed almost certainly empty so we decided to split up” Your mind flicks back to the event.

You and Reid had just pulled up to the suspect's house, Roy James. The Michigan air is thick with humidity, leaving you much more tired than usual.

“Well it doesn’t look like anybody is living here, or at least not very well.” Reid observes, getting out of the passenger seat of the SUV and wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

You cautiously walk towards the house, gun safely in your holster.

“Yeah, best stay slightly cautious though, the guy we’re looking for is a suspect for a reason.” You both do your job of checking the outside surroundings and looking through the windows before deciding to split up.

Spencer speaks up, “Hey, I’ll go look in the outhouse whilst you start with some of the house”.

“Yeah, no problem!” You shout back as you watch him descend into the outhouse, and you twist the rusty door handle to the main house to find it unlocked.

“And so we split up, I’d searched the kitchen, living room and dining room when I heard a bang from upstairs.” Aaron is watching you intently as you take a pause. “I checked the first two rooms and they were clear, but when I got to the last room I got a sudden slash to my left-hand side and fell down a few of the stairs.”

You recall the events to him as though it’s just a casual day-to-day event and as though you hadn’t been attacked by a serial killer.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone? Why didn’t you tell me?” Aaron whispers.

“We’d caught him, rounded up the case and honestly the last thing I wanted to think about was going to hospital and dealing with more technicalities about the incident.” You pause then make an admission that would be out of place if not for the level of vulnerability of the conversation, “ I just wanted to get home to you.”

Aaron’s face softens as he helps pull you to your feet, wrapping his suit jacket around your shoulders.

“C’mon, let’s go home, I’ll sort you out there. Jack will be happy to see you tomorrow anyway.”