#hotch... he's more of an older brother figure

[alvfr]

hey I saw you're open to requests and I'm so obsessed with your "Accidents" series with Hotch x Reader! I totally get you're taking a break from it atm so feel free to ignore but I'd love a drabble or whatever you're comfortable writing/sharing from the series? Maybe like a snapshot of when they were still figuring things out before they crossed that line or became established.

Thanks so much!

A/N: Aah, it's been so long since I've written for Hotch so I hope I managed something at least. I really tried to keep this short-ish and more of a drabble, but yeah, this would be set after the shower-scene in "Elevators" but before the bonus-part, I guess. Not super exciting maybe, but good practice for me. cw: none? sfw. awkward phone call. fem bau!reader, no use of y/n, part of "accidents" wc: 1.3k

Call me maybe

The first time Hotch called you was around eight in the evening, the day after your team got back from the conference in Florida. While you could not say you had been expecting it — a pessimistic part of you always expected the worst case scenario — your body told a different tale. Every inch of you had buzzed with anticipation since you stepped foot in your own apartment. Making sure to keep your phone charged and unmuted for a change, going as far as keeping it within sight when taking a shower and still checking it religiously every few minutes in case you had missed something. 

You argued with yourself, scolding yourself for waiting around like a lovesick schoolgirl and then berating yourself for doubting his word in the first place. He had said he would call and Hotch did not lie so why were you getting so worked up? 

When the day dragged on, without even paperwork to distract yourself with, you spiraled into increasingly worse scenarios as to why he had not called. He had been called into work, he had lost his phone, he had forgot his charger, he was discovered he was under surveillance by some shady government officials. Or something had happened to him, or to someone he cared about, or something had happened to both him and someone he cared about. Or, and this was simultaneously the best and worst one, he had changed his mind.

So when the call came that night, you had worked yourself into a bit of a frenzy and jumped at the sound of your own ring tone. The display glowed with the name 'A. Hotchner' and you forgot all about basic human behavior, like blinking or even breathing. 

It rang three times before your body bypassed your meddlesome mind and you picked up with the standard greeting of your last name, just in case he was under surveillance somehow. A theory that gained traction with every loaded second where you could not hear anything from the other side.

“Hotch?” you asked and held the phone out to check if the call was still active. In your state, you would not have been all that surprised to find if you had hallucinated the whole thing. “You there?”

“Yes.” The smooth sound of his voice sent rivers of idyll into your veins while your heart threatened to pound out of your skull. “Sorry. Hi.”

A stupid grin overtook your face and you twirled the still-connected charger cable with your fingers before catching yourself. Dropping the cable, you cleared both your throat and face. “Hi.” 

“Hi. Sorry, is this a bad time?”

“No, it’s good.” 

You tried to avoid looking at the mess of your apartment, all chores neglected for the day in case you wound up missing his call. In truth, you’d drop everything in a heartbeat and come over if he asked, although you had no idea where he lived. 

“I mean, I can talk?” You winced at how you had managed to phrase it as a question and cleared your throat again. “What’s up?”

And the award for worst conversationalist goes to this girl right here, you thought with a hefty roll of your eyes. What’s up? What were you, fourteen years old and trying to impress your friend’s older brother?

“Not much,” Hotch admitted from his side of the line and you thought you could detect a hint of gratitude in there. “Just finished up some overdue paperwork.”

“San Joaquin county?” you guessed, knowing without a doubt how much paperwork that case still generated. 

“Parts of it, yes. There’s also the budgets, protocols and various administration memos I’m forced to have an opinion on.” A slight pause and you caught a slight intake of breath on his side. “I didn’t call to talk about work.”

You forced yourself to keep your breaths slow and controlled instead of shivering as you knew they’d be. “Okay.”

“How are you?” The tenderness in his voice wreaked havoc with your inner organs and you could imagine his expression. The tilt to his eyebrows that matched the tilt of his jaw where he looked up, resting his eyes on whatever was near the ceiling to the left of him. “You get home okay?”

“Safe and sound. You?”

“All in one piece.” 

A silence stretched on for an uncomfortable few heartbeats and you wracked your brain for something worthwhile to say. It was uncharted territory to talk to him casually like this. No time crunch forcing you to keep the small talk to a minimum and no risk of getting caught forcing you to speak in code. Neither did your forte lay in phone calls and, as the profiler you were, you wished you could have had his facial expressions and mannerisms to reveal more of his thoughts during the conversation. The same probably went for him, you realized and it made you breathe a little easier.

“What did you think of the conference?” he asked just as you were about to say something completely different.

“Uh…” Your brain did a full reboot to no avail. “Are you asking about the actual conference or—”

“The actual conference,” he clarified and you thought you could hear the smile in his voice. “Did you catch the mass-shooting response training?”

“I did and it was okay, I guess, even if it felt a little dated.” You wandered around in your apartment, needing to get rid of the built-up excess energy. “Doesn’t this count as work talk though?”

“You’re right. Sorry, I’m,” you heard something brushing against the microphone, maybe him dragging a hand over his forehead, “not very good at this. I, uh, wanted to call to reiterate that I fully understand if you’ve changed your mind about this.”

“I haven’t.”

The words came out faster than you had anticipated, some part of you determined to deny him any possibility of doubt. 

“I’m really glad you called, Hotch.” You did a few test-runs at yourself in the mirror and corrected yourself to: “Aaron.”

“Good. I’ve been working up the nerve to do so for the past hour.”

Again, you could imagine his expression. The slight secretive smile, his head now tilted downward, exposing more of his neck to the room.

“Well, I’ve been waiting for it since I got home last night.” You tried to match his unabashed honesty, the need to convince him that you wanted this still present. “If that makes you feel any better.”

“A little,” he murmured and you could almost feel how he settled in wherever he was, maybe lounging back against the couch or chair, getting comfortable and the phone scratched again as he shifted it around. “What kind of movies do you like?”

The question blindsided you and you blinked at your own reflection in the mirror. “Uh, I’m omnivorous really. Why?”

“I’m looking through the show times for Friday night. I was hoping you would like to go see a movie with me, if we don’t get a case.”

“Oh.” Your stupid grin returned tenfold and you absentmindedly twirled the charging cable again. “Well, then I really like the movie that is playing this Friday night.”

In the end, you settled for a title and time, both of which would be rescheduled over and over again because of a case getting in the way. It took you a month to go see a movie together, but it did not really matter. By then, you had talked on the phone every night you were off a case (and sometimes he called you from a hotel room that were just a few doors down the hall from yours to say good night when you were on a case.) A torturous slow pace, maybe, but well worth it in your opinion.

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Thank you for the request!

If you want to read the rest of the series, it is on AO3 here (E-rated)

Let me know if you liked it, thank you for reading ❤️

[haee-elia]

1x06 - l.d.s.k.

pairing: morgan’s little sister who’s in nursing school x spencer reid

summary: in which derek morgan’s little sister takes care of her secret boyfriend, spencer reid, after he gets a little hurt on a case. season one masterlist; premise

word count: 1582

warnings: extreme amounts of fluff, light cursing, mentions of bruises, blood, slight pain.

You’re waiting on the couch of you and your boyfriend’s apartment when you hear a jingle from outside the door. The jingle of a set of keys you deduce as the doorknob twists and finally opens, revealing your boyfriend, Spencer Reid.

At first, his gaze finds you on the couch and a smile appears on his tired face, but then his gaze lowers to find your coffee table covered in gauze, pil bottles, alcohol wipes, band-aids, and other medical supplies.

“Oh,” He says, his key still lodged in the door keyhole.

You chuckle and echo his words, “Oh?” You meet him halfway and carefully take his go-bag and satchel bag from him, then bringing up your hands to examine his face.

Aside from the eyebags and the fatigued look, he had a split and slightly bloody lip and a few developing small bruises on his cheeks.

As you silently examined his wounds, he kept his eyes on your figure, “Who told you?” He asked quietly, there was no reason to speak louder when you were less than a foot away.

You took his hands, deposited the bags on the floor for now, and led him over to the couch where you pushed his body down to sit on the couch and you grabbed a few supplies from the coffee table.

Starting with the antiseptic and a cotton ball, you dabbed at his split lip carefully, noting when he winced at the sting, “Derek called and said you and Hotch were in a hostage situation with the unsub. Said that you were beaten up a little bit.”

“What did he really say?” Spencer asked.

You sighed and reached for a butterfly strip bandage, “That ‘pretty boy should be lucky nothing should scar’.” You relented while doing a gruff impression of your older brother.

“You really shouldn’t let my brother get to you, Spence.” You say while carefully placing the strip across his now cleaned up lip. Your boyfriend’s expressions said it all. Derek loved teasing him and you know it more than often annoyed your boyfriend.

“Why shouldn’t I?” Spencer responds, “He’s the older brother of the girl I’ve been secretly dating for a year and three months and twelve days.”

You glance at his watch to check the time, “Almost thirteen days.”

“Now your shirt, mister.” You command, starting to unbutton his plaid checkered shirt.

Spencer pouted a bit and you found yourself almost buckling under his gaze, “No kiss? I’ve been gone for days.”

You laugh at his pout and instead kiss his cheek, but you can tell he’s still dissatisfied, “You have a split lip and I haven’t washed my face yet. The last thing you need is my brother and your team finding out about us from an infection caused by a kiss.”

“Now, your shirt,” You reiterate, “You really should have gotten your ribs wrapped and taken something for the bruising.” You say.

He sighs and grumbles while helping you with the buttons of his shirt, then carefully taking it off and laying it over the back of the couch. Even though you had seen him without his shirt before, the act of you seeing him shirtless never failed to put a rosyness to his face.

“How’d you know?” He said while you grabbed a few more things from the coffee table. Namely, a roll of wrap and a pill bottle.

“Derek said you got shit beaten out of you by Hotch in order to fool the unsub.” You inform while dumping out two pills from the bottle, handing them to Spencer with a glass of water. “Here, paracetamol for the bruising.”

He takes it without a word of displeasure.

“Derek was exaggerating.” Spencer responds, “Hotch had to kick me a few times, but it wasn’t anything I hadn’t already felt before.” He trails off.

Eight months into dating Spencer had opened up about his school life as a 12-year-old genius and the brutality and bullying that he experienced from being so much younger and so much smarter than anyone else. It still made you mad every time he brought it up, his childhood ruined just because teenagers couldn’t empathize.

“Do you think he knows we’re dating?” Spencer asks, changing the subject slightly.

You shake your head as you carefully and loosely wrap the cloth around his middle section, making sure to not get it too tight.

“I don’t think so, but he is getting concerned why I won’t let him come visit my apartment.” You reply.

Spencer chuckles and then winces pretty heavily as the pain blooms in his ribs, “You mean the apartment that your lease ran out from three months ago?” He jokingly asks.

You ponder for a moment before responding, “Maybe we should finally tell him?” You question.

“Oh, no,” Spencer says as you finish wrapping his ribs. He gets up from the couch and grabs his shirt, loosely putting it back on. “No, no, no, no, no. That is a very bad idea.”

“But why?” You ask him as he walks around the room, pacing almost.

You were really young when your father died and since then, Derek has been the closest thing to a father figure in your life. It always felt bad lying to him, now especially, since you lived in D.C. attending nursing school and the distance wasn’t too great.

“Derek will kill me.” Spencer says, shaking his head at the mere notion of telling your brother, “He will literally grab his gun and shoot me in the head and we both know he has way better aim than me.”

“We’ll have to tell him eventually.” You try to reason.

Then he turns to you, full body facing you and you know that whatever he was about to say was from the non-logical part of his brain, one not often used.

“Or,” He says before pausing and holding up his hand, “We could just not.”

You laugh out loud and ignore the concept while gathering the used and unused medical supplies in your hands, going to return them in their rightful places.

As you turn your back to your boyfriend, you can still feel his presence, even more so when you feel two arms come touch your shoulders and slowly find their way down to your waist, wrapping you up in them.

“Where did you get all this anyway?” Spencer tries to change the subject while pressing a kiss on your temple.

You swat him away and step out of his embrace after placing the pill bottles back on the cupboard shelf, “Don’t change the subject, Spence.”

You craned your head and looked at him, pouting again because of the lost contact. You sigh and stop what you’re doing and then go back to return his embrace. Your head doesn’t quite reach his chin, but he still rests his head on yours comfortably.

“But,” You say, “If you must know I took them from a workshop today after Derek called me.”

Spencer’s laugh reverberates through his torso and you can feel it with your head, “You stole these supplies for me?” He asked.

“I did not steal them!” You defended yourself, “The bandages and tape were left over from a workshop I helped demonstrate today. I wasn’t paid to do the demonstration and I asked the administrator and they said I could keep these.”

He chuckled again and you sank your head against his chest, loving the ability to feel and hear his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. You were extra careful putting pressure around his abdomen, not wanting to press on any bruising he suffered.

You both sat there, in silence, just enjoying each other’s company and touch and embrace. With you in nursing school and Spencer working for the BAU, you both suffered long hours with little time that overlapped in both of your schedules. Moments like the ones you cherished in now were few and far between and quickly learned to be some of the best ways you can spend quality time together.

Spencer sighed and wiggled in your embrace, “I guess we should tell Morgan.” He grumbled.

You let out a joyful small squeal and carefully tightened your arms around your boyfriend’s middle, “Yay!”

You step out of the embrace you both shared in and reached for your phone, lying on a side end table next to the couch.

“I’ll call Derek and see if he can meet us at that one really nice Italian restaurant down at Adams Morgan this weekend and we can tell him we’re dating.” You explain. “Well, if there isn’t a case you need to go on, that is.” You add on.

As you’re looking down at your phone, you see a large hand in your peripheral vision come out and snatch your phone from you.

“Spence!” You whine as he looks at you with an equally playful and amused expression on his face.

“It’s almost 2 a.m.” He says, “Just call him in the morning.” He reasons.

“Ugh.” You respond, although you know he’s right. You resign in your mission and instead approach your boyfriend, giving him a kiss on each cheek.

“Now,” You start to say, “Let me go wash my face and then I can finally kiss you.”

You both gaze at each other with large smiles on your faces, together just relishing in the sweet moments as boyfriend and girlfriend. With a mention of a kiss, Spencer visibly perks up and reluctantly lets go of your hands.

“I’ll be waiting.”

a/n: this is so fluffy! i love it so much and i love the relationship and the derek morgan little sister aspect! fun fact: l.d.s.k. is one of my all time favorite episodes, yet i write just alluding to it.

there will for sure be a part 2 showcasing the dinner so also look forward to that. this isn’t a super long one shot, but i think it gets the job done nicely and i’m really happy with it.

also, i am currently sick and haven't had the energy to write so this is why this one shot (ldsk) is coming out before broken mirror because i haven't finished it yet. anyway, enjoy!

[tonight-i-may-see]

Marcus 'Mark' Hotchner intro post (oc)

Profile:

Age: 33

Bi king but professional fumbler

Middle brother of Sean and Aaron Hotchner

Absolute sopping wet cat of a man

The family disappointment

College drop out that now works as a small time boxer

Functioning alcoholic

FC: Peter Gadiot (mostly queen of the south and yellowjackets)

Intro scene:

"Hotch-" JJ whispers in shock as Aaron pulls open the door of the station's holding cell, striding in and grabbing the shoulder of the sleeping man inside, forcing him to sit up.

"Marcus." He hisses as the younger man wakes up, and that's when it hits everyone...he's a Hotchner.

"Oh...hey Ronny..." The younger man mumbles, earning a disgusted look as he giggles and leans on his older brother's shoulder. The team are awkwardly quiet as they watch the two reunite with building tension. Aaron looked angry, more angry than they'd seen him with Sean in the past, they figured that was probably why they hadn't heard about Mark before.

Hotch pulls him to stand up, steadying him as he interrogates him on what the hell he's doing so far out of state and how he ended up blackout drunk in the police station. That's when he begins berating him too, scolding him over how this many drunk and disorderlies will look on his criminal record.

Mark's words slur and he sways slightly once he gets the chance to respond, the signature Hotchner glare in his eyes. "What are you gonna do, Aaron? Arrest me?" 

If there was ever a moment to deem as famous last words. That was probably it.

Aaron does indeed put handcuffs on him, and (with permission from the police chief) has JJ help get him from the station to the back of the black SUV with a bottle of water and locked doors, intending to sober him up and leave him in the hotel room come lunchtime.

Spencer peers at him from where he's standing with Derek and Emily, the tinted window of the back of the car slightly obscuring Marcus' scowl. "He stinks of alcohol, but he's not dirty...and he certainly looks rough, but his clothes are relatively new, so either he fell off the wagon recently, or..." 

"Or, he's a functioning alcoholic, well done, you're profilers." Rossi interrupts in an entirely unamused tone. "Now once you're done gawking at him, can you come work this case?"

His playlist: x

His pinterest board: x

[truly-yours-matilda]

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧)

summary: life and the dynamics with the team as jj’s teenage daughter 🫶

warnings: none, i think <3

note: i know that aaron, jack, tara and luke aren’t in the same seasons, but i wanted to include everyone (almost everyone) | any mistakes are mine!

• growing up as jj’s daughter was never boring

• it was filled with excitement and a whole lot of love

• so much that sometimes, you were scared of losing it

• you always worried for your mom when she wasn’t by your side

• but you would both make sure to call and text whenever her schedule wasn’t too hectic which caused you to feel the smallest bit of relief

• being a part of the team in a way, you’ve had a second, very loving family since you were born

• you cherish it with everything you are

• everyone loves you and your presence is always welcome

• whether it’s doing homework at the office after school or just short visits here and there

• your relationship with spencer is special

• spencer is one of your mom’s absolute best friends and naturally, you became close to him too

• you often have deep conversations about life and the human mind

• you both info dump to each other and can discuss the topic for hours

• you show each other books and recommend books to each other, and the team jokes about it (in a loving way)

• you see spencer kind of as a big brother in a way

• the family nights, very much encouraged by rossi and garcia, is a thing you’re included in (unless it involves alcohol some nights)

• ^^ cause then you’re with your brothers

• but when you’re allowed to be with them on family nights, you’re the only one rossi allows to cook with him

• you learn quickly and become quite the chef

• he may or may not have let you taste one of his many wines a few times (just a few) when the others were sent to the living room

• your relationship with emily is the CUTEST

• she loves you and you love her

• she’s the best (self proclaimed) aunt in the world and you often come to her for advice or to just hang out

• you’re with her a lot

• her hugs are AMAZING and so cozy and comforting

• you love how affectionate she is to you

• especially since she’s not like that with a lot of people, just the people she really cares about and loves

• it makes you feel special

• she’s always there to listen to you

• so when you’re having a bad day, your mom tells emily and she comes over with your favorite ice cream and you watch comfort movies

• emily’s hugs are even more comforting at these times

• em’s like a security blanket for you

• as you begin to discover who you are as you grow into a teenager, she’s there like a pillar in a storm

• being a teenager is hard and she, more than anyone, knows just how difficult it is

• she’s there for you with unconditional support and so much love

• penelope garcia <3

• she’s such a personality and you love her so much

• she’s so kind and caring and sweet and funny and comforting

• and on girl’s nights with your mom and emily, she makes you laugh so much

• she has a special way of making you feel good and happy

• even though there’s a significant age gap, you’re like best friends

• garcia sees a lot of jj in you, so she’s always been protective of you

• when you start dating, she secretly does the thing she’s best at and finds out just about everything there is to know about this certain person

• she definitely spoils you with gifts and books and everything you like, even though you protest that she’s going to become poor soon

• you love to bake and you do it all the time, so when you bring whatever you’ve baked to the office, penelope is your go-to taste tester

• the team loves coming back from a case and eat whatever you’ve baked

• you and hotch (plus jack) <3

• aaron is definitely like a father figure to you

• so naturally, jack becomes like a second older brother to you

• you, your biological brothers and jack had formed your own little friend group over the years

• you look up to aaron a lot

• he’s so brave and so determined

• you remember wanting to be like him when you were a little girl

• he’s there if you have games and he’s there if you even just have practice

• the rest of the team is too

• they cheer you on the loudest

• and your mom looks at you with proud eyes

• you, your mom and your brothers have lunch or dinner with aaron and jack sometimes

• as a way to catch up and just hang out

• jj and aaron loves watching their children having fun together, laughing and smiling

• you and morgan !!!

• you’re his baby, angel, sweetheart

• he’s “rerek” to you and that’s what you’ve been calling him since you were a little girl and couldn’t pronounce his name right

• he’s like a very protective, older brother to you

• derek is a bit of a pushover when it came to you

• he would do anything for you, even if it meant going against your mother's rules

• you knew this and would sometimes use it to your advantage, especially if you wanted to sneak out of the house and see your friends

• derek could never say no to your piercing, blue puppy dog eyes

• you and derek's relationship was one of a kind - filled with love, trust, and a bond that could never be broken

• you love his hugs so much

• they’re strong, comforting and genuine

• they’re never loose and you’re often i’m his arms

• luke and you

• you’re more mature than luke and it shows pretty much all the time

• of course, you can be silly and funny, you get that from your mom

• but luke can be like a 12 year old boy sometimes

• you love him anyway

• you have a secret handshake that’s not so secret anymore because you do it like every time you meet

• the handshake has been alive since you were a little girl and it wasn’t going away anytime soon, no matter how old you get

• you and garcia spoil roxy all.the.time

• luke more times than not likes the things you get roxy

• and he’s very grateful for you and garcia

• you and tara have mutual respect and admiration for each other

• you have so much fun when you’re together, no matter how much time you’ve spent apart

• not that much time goes by without you seeing your second family

• tara is a great role model for you

• you admire the way she carries herself and the way she works, while still keeping her humorous and silly side when she’s with the people she loves

• tara is a great listener, and you come to her for guidance and advice

• you love to play pranks on spencer, and tara always joins in on the fun

• tara has definitely taught you self defense, and jj is eternally grateful for that

• (your mom has taught you some moves herself)

• you’re clever, more clever than most people your age, and tara is in awe of how you think and how your mind works

• you’re so grateful to have grown up with such a loving family

• a found family isn’t something every person has and you’re so happy to have them all by your side

• they’re such a great support system

• even though every day was a whirlwind of mixed emotions because of cases, the one thing that remained constant was the unconditional love you all share

• you’re so grateful for your mom for just being herself

• you have an overwhelming amount of love for her, your brothers and the team

[supercriminalbean]

Hello hope you're having a good day/night

What are your thoughts of Spencer having a father figure?

Oooh I never get Spencer ask 😍😍

Okay so I have different views on this. So I think it's sad that Spencer dad was never in the picture. Gideon was good father figure for the few years in the start of his career at the FBI. But the way he left so damn wrong.

But then there's Hotch and I don't think of him as Spencer father figure, I see him more like an older brother slash older cousin, almost uncle type. Looked after him and cared so damn much about him just like you do for family.

Then there's Derek Morgan that's his older brother, the teasing, the concern, the pure love. Brothers til the end.

Also David Rossi uncle all the way. Family isn't strong at the beginning sometimes they annoy you but you stay by their side no matter what. They go out for dinners and drinks, they bounce ideas off each other, they know each other so well. David Rossi is his over protective wine loving uncle who would do anything for him.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Criminal Minds Fanfic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)   

He Was Left on the Steps of the FBI in a Basket by schrijverr - Rated T

Maybe not a basket, but sixteen-year-old Dr. Spencer Reid suddenly shows up at FBI headquarters claiming that his mother has been kidnapped. The BAU isn’t certain first, but the case he sets them on proves to be an interesting one, wherein they get to know the young doctor until he’s practically family. 

Shuffle the Odds by schrijverr - Rated T

Spencer is a Vegas boy, who's game is poker, no matter what others might believe. The team slowly catches onto it.

Following Spencer from when he started at the BAU till season 7 with poker as red thread.

Dr. Spencer Reid's First Case by boredom - Rated T

Derek Morgan wasn't sure he trusted Gideon's judgement. After all, who allows a 23 year old who can't even pass the academy's physical exam to become a field agent? Luckily for him, Reid is about to prove just how competent (and badass) he can be.

Trigger warnings: blood, violence, mentions of school shootings, death, lack of respect towards people suffering from mental illness, and other things you would normally find in a Criminal Minds episode.

Bite Your Tongue (Choke Yourself To Sleep) by drspencerreid - Rated G

reid tipped his head back and leaned it on the shoulder behind him, making it look like he was just putting on a show. he whispered, "i swear to god if you hold what i'm about to do against me, i'm sending garcia the baby pictures your mother gave me."

••

or the one in which spencer has to go undercover in a club and his friends are far too smug

Gotta Live Before We Get Older (Nothing To Lose) by drspencerreid - Rated G

the silence that followed in the next few seconds was eventually broken by prentiss loudly exclaiming, "i'm sorry, what was that?"

•••

or the one in which spencer surprises everyone with his view on tattoos

The Times They Forget by Ena2705 - Rated G

Spencer Reid is a genius, anyone can tell you that. But sometimes people forget that his head wasn’t always buried in books, and there was a time when he did something other than catch serial killers. 

These Are My Friends (I Love Them) by drspencerreid - Rated G

"as much as i have enjoyed learning all these new sides to the kid, i should start going too. i'm very slightly starting to get old, and i really shouldn't have tested it with all those shots."

"very slightly starting to?" spencer repeated. "rossi, i think you surpassed that like sixty years ago."

••

or the one in which spencer gets drunk and honest

Dumb and Ditzy by TimelessTears - Rated T

AU. Years of being bullied for his smarts left him dreading when people figured out he was a genius. What better way to throw them off then by acting stupid? Enter: Dumb Blond Spencer Reid. 

Supernatural:

Monsters in Your Closet by AlbusCorvus - Rated G

Series: 2 Works

When Castiel goes on a hunt alone and is caught by a particular FBI team, the brothers do something they never thought they’d have to. They kidnap SSA Spencer Reid to make an exchange. But being kidnapped by delusional serial killers is nothing like Spencer thought it would be. 

Monsters are Real by WhiskyBoys - Rated T

'Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.' Stephen King.

The kid sitting in the interview room swings on the rear legs of his chair, throws back his head, and at the top of his lungs, sings a painfully off-key version of 'Wanted Dead or Alive'. Hotch looks at Morgan with one eye-brow arched in question. "You think he's your unsub?"

No Difference by The_Bookkeeper - Rated T

Derek has been in a lot of bad situations. This one easily makes the top five. Or would, if Dean and Sam Winchester were actually acting like the sadistic psychopaths he expected them to be. Instead, Dean is referencing Star Trek, Sam is comforting Reid, and Derek has never been more confused.

Batman:

How... Did I Get Here? by PurpleMango - Rated T

Spencer Reid gets transported universes, happens along Batman, and ends up with a job as the resident quirky profiler to the Bat Family

[buggybambi]

strangers in the night | spencer reid

summary: spencer admits to having an interesting dream about you after you and him are forced to share a hotel room together.

wc: 2.08k | navigation post rating: 18+ due to nsfw content, minors dni. content warnings: unwrapped p in v (wrap it before you tap it), friends to lovers, aftercare / foreplay, fingering (reader recieving)

Since your time working with the Behavioral Analysis Unit, you found yourself fitting in nicely to the family they'd established over the years.

JJ, Emily and Penelope were like your sisters, or even cool aunts. They were older then you, sure, but they treated you like their own. They'd give you advice for training in the fields, Penelope would give you flirting advice and you would always have girls nights with them, that would end with you guys way too hungover the next day.

You and Rossi would trade pasta recipes with him always telling you his pasta recipes were better. "Then why do you ask me to make you pasta?" You question as he walks off to his office. "Free lunch!" He'd reply.

You and Derek were like brother and sister. Bickering like no end, but would kill for one another. In the field, he was your rock. You would finish his sentences, and vice versa. Glances from across the room spoke louder then words, especially in crowded areas. You could have a full conversation with him just by looking at him.

Hotch was like the typical father figure, constantly concerned and checking up on you - in and out of the field. He would bring you coffee if you needed it, he'd call you if you were sick and check in on you.

And then there was Dr. Spencer Reid. If you were in a television show, he'd be your boy next door. The obvious love interest that you deny being in love with no matter how many times it's painfully clear you are, indeed, in love with him. He was like your McDreamy, if you were his Meredith Grey.

But, there was barely time for relationships in your line of work, plus your no dating co-workers rule. Rossi had always reminded no fraternizing, and you followed that like it was a commandment, or a law.

Spencer had seemed different lately, though. You and him had been assigned to talking to the victim’s family as soon as you arrived in Tacoma that morning, and so far, he could barely look at you past eye contact during statements you thought were suspicious.

Once you finally made your way back to the hotel, it was like the sludge of the BAU had entered. All of you collectively tired, wishing for sleep and to solve your case. "Okay. So, it seems like there was an issue processing the booking for all of us. So we're going to have to double up. There's five rooms, six of us-"

"I call taking the solo room. I'm an old man." Rossi declares as you all laugh at his admission. "I am not sharing a room with Reid. He snores." Derek mumbles, as you smirk. JJ and Emily team up with Derek and Hotch agreeing to take a room together. Just leaving..

"You and me." You look over at Spencer, whose staring at you. He nods slowly. "Right. Um, let's go." He begins walking to the elevator, and you follow him up to the room.

The room is spacious, for sure. Soft ambient lights fill the room, and one bed with a floral bedsheet to match with the other homey vibes of the room. It feels more like a guest room then a three star hotel room, at that.

You settled for getting ready for bed first, peeking out through the door. "Reid?" You call out.

"Yes?" He calls back, looking over at you. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you sigh. "Do you- do you have a spare shirt I could borrow? My stupid self wasn't expecting to share a room with you and I don't really have.. appropriate clothings." You ask with a sigh following.

He pauses, digging through his bag for a specific t-shirt. An old college shirt, that he walks over with hands covering his eyes, handing it to you. You take it, giving him a soft "thanks" before ducking back into the bathroom.

The next time you emerge again, Spencer's on the bed with a book in his lap. His shirt on you with a tiny pair of pajama shorts to match. You sit on the other side of the bed, humming softly. "Can I... ask you a question?" You question, as you look over at him. He clears his throat, looking over at you, finally making eye contact with you for the first time in a while. "What's up?"

"Are you mad at me, or something? Because.. I feel like I did something wrong and you’re ignoring me because of it so whatever it is please tell me so I can fix it.” You fully turn to him, a pout on your lips that he so badly wants to kiss away.

It wasn’t that Spencer was purposefully ignoring you. But, most recently, his mind had been.. fogged around you. Mainly because of the sex dream he had.

He could easily explain it away - you two work together, you spend most of your time in close proximity, it happened after you and him worked a late night together in the office, alone - and know that the dream shouldn't mean anything. Yet, it does. It sits in his mind and everytime he looks at you, his mind flashes to the memory of the dream. You on top of him, kissing him. His lips on your neck, your breasts, all over.

"I'm not mad at you. I'm sorry for avoiding you the reason is just a bit.. embarassing." He turns to you. "I won't judge. Scout's honor." You swear.

"That only works if you were a scout." He notes. His eyes flicker to your lips, and it doesn't slide past you.

You roll your eyes. "Then.. FBI agent's honor, whatever. Just tell me, please, I'm dying to know. Metaphorically, of course."

He sighs, staring away from you, down at the floral bedspread. "I had a sex dream about you."

It's silent for what feels like a minute. "Okay! Definetly not what I was expecting.. you had a sex dream about me." You repeat, nodding slowly. "Well, um, can I ask another question?"

"Of course.”

"In this dream of yours, what happened exactly?" You ask, inching closer to him, only a little bit. He exhales, closing his eyes as if closing them lets him relive it, like he can picture it happening with his eyelids shut.

"We were um, in my apartment. It just kind of went from there. I kissed you first and we did it in my living room." He mumbles. You nod slowly. "Was it any good?"

"I don't know, I woke up before it.. ended." He answers, and his eyes flicker to your lips yet again. It gives you the courage . You smile, as you inch closer to him. "Reid, do you want to kiss me right now? It doesn't take a profiler to notice your eyes looking at my lips." You ask softly.

"Can I?" He sounds like a child asking for a treat before dinner or to stay up past his bedtime. You nod, and he finally does. It's slow at first, hesitant almost. It’s like he can’t believe he’s kissing you and is savoring the moment at first before he makes any sudden movements, as if you’re a wild animal or something.

It's like that for what feels like forever until he starts to hover over you, deepening the kiss. You take note of what Spencer Reid is like while he kisses you: he keeps one hand on the side of your torso, the other is interlocked with yours. Maybe you make him feel grounded, maybe he just likes holding your hand.

He pulls away from you, exhaling against your lips. "Are you sure wanna do this?" He asks softly, and you nod, squeezing his hand. "Spence, I want to do this with you." You confirm. He sighs, taking off your shirt first.

He begins kissing down your jaw, your neck, your chest. You swear he's taking mental notes with the way he looks at specific areas to mark later with hickeys, scanning over them with his eyes. He places a kiss on your stomach before he dips his hand down into your panties, letting out a soft groan.

"Look how wet you are. Just for me?" He asks softly, and you moan when he gently rubs a circle on your clit. "Just for you, Spence, please." You whine, and he knows what you're begging for.

"Just gotta get one outta you first." It doesn't take a genius with an IQ of 187 to realize what he wants out of you exactly. He slides a finger past your folds, and you moan when he begins slowly thrusting it in and out of you at a tortuous pace. He then adds another digit, and you hear him groan when your walls begin clenching around his fingers.

You know you're a goner when he adds a second fingers and begins hitting that spot in you.

"I'm close, Reid." You warn through moans, as he grins against your thigh, placing a kiss on the inside of your thigh. "Let go for me, sweet angel, let me feel you." He requests, and you fall apart at the command, your chest heaving from the wave your orgasm brought.

"You doing good?" He asks, kissing you on the forehead. You nod. "Need to feel you, Spencer, please." You beg, as he laughs, taking off his pants and boxers, stroking himself for a few seconds before he sighs. "I don't have a condom-"

"It's fine. I'm on the pill, unless you want to wear one just for your own protection or.." your voice trails off. "No. I have wanted to feel you for so long you don't even know." That sentence makes you think he's had more then just one dream or thought about fucking you but regardless, you cave.

"Right. Okay." You nod, as he lines himself up with your enterance, he holds your hand again, kissing you as he gently inserts himself into you, as you let out a quiet moan. He lets out a groan in response, neither of you saying anything.

You thought his fingers made your head cloudy? His dick did it ten times more. Every part of you felt taken up by him, but in the best way. His face buried in your neck as he placed kisses there, his thrusts picking up and hitting you in the perfect place, your walls clenching around him to try and keep him there. His hand still interlocked with yours, now pinning it above your head.

Every thought you had before was wiped out and replaced with Spencer's name over and over. Your heartbeat even sounded like his name with each thump. 'Spencer, Spencer, Spencer..' His definetly apple and maybe cedarwood bodywash and the smell of sex fills your nostrils, his shampoo doing the same. The noise of his skin slapping against yours, his groans and tiny grunts in your ears.

The same familiar coil rises in your stomach again, as you manage to warn through your moans that you're close. He whispers dirty things in your ear, telling you how good you feel, how this is better then anything he could have dreamed of.

You reach your climax for the second time, and he isn't far behind with how your walls clench around him. He collapses on top of you for a moment, before he gathers himself enough to clean you up. He goes to the bathroom, returning with a wet washcloth. "You need to go pee." He notes after he cleans you and himself off, getting you dressed again in your (his) shirt and your panties, waiting for you to return.

You lean on the doorframe after you use the bathroom, watching him. "I don't want this to be a one time thing." You tell him, as he looks at you. "Neither do I. So, what exactly do you want?" He questions, as you shrug.

"I don't know what I want. I just know I don't want you and I to be friends after this and I don't want this to be a one night stand, cause I can't do that." You answer as you walk over, laying down in the bed beside him. He wraps an arm around you as you lay your head on his chest.

He places a kiss on top of your head, content on being unlabelled for now as long as he gets to hold you like that.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by the team the next morning how you and Spencer can’t stop smiling with each other, or when you announce your relationship a week later.

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[maschotch]

I also don't feel like Fisher King let her recognize that Hotch is just some guy. There is a shift in how she views him but its not quite there yet. She doesn't see him as the hero anymore "you got me shot" she's blaming him. There is a crisis but the paradigm hasn't shifted yet but it's starting to. She could have blamed Gideon but he had already messed up before the pilot, he's human. So its easier to see he is a person capable of mistakes. Elle saw Hotch's humanity but not his mistakes.

i looooove that she blames hotch akjsdhglsjd bc i dont think it even matters what hotch could’ve done?? elle just.. has all this unprocessed anger that needs a target. the fisher king was dead  by the time she woke up. that part of her grief, that kind of closure, is over and done with before she’s even really aware of what happened.

she’s stuck in a limbo in the months she’s away—disconnected from the team that’s supposed to be her family—and didn’t have the opportunity to heal before coming back. so she’s just.. sitting with it. and all this negativity festers in the pit of her stomach. it’s regret, it’s sorrow, it’s hate, it’s everything she hasn’t dealt with since the attack. elle’s not really one for self pity and if she can’t do anything healthy with it, all those negative emotions come out as anger. resentment. she externalizes it, and hotch just happens to be the one she chooses.

i think it’s interesting that it’s hotch and not gideon that she’s mad at. i think part of that has to do with her actual relationship with gideon: he may be a little odd, but in the end he always pulls through. he hasn’t failed her yet (which i think is why it’s so important she only meets him after the bombing pre-season one). hotch is capable, but he doesn’t have that almost mystical quality gideon seems to have as he makes intuitive leaps and connections that none of them can hope to achieve. gideon is the infallible one in her mind (spencer and derek, meanwhile, were there for the bombing—they know that, when it comes down to it, hotch is the reliable one). part of it also is the way that gideon neatly avoids responsibility for his mistakes. again, a lot of this has to do with his own unaddressed trauma, but it’s a stark contrast to the way hotch blames himself for everything—including elle’s attack. 

elle knows it’s not really hotch’s fault. she knows that he was just trying to look out for her by telling her to get some rest. but… if it wasn’t his fault, whose was it? the fisher king, but he’s dead and gone—not a suitable outlet. she needs someone real, she needs someone flesh and blood right in front of her to funnel her anger. hotch, intentionally or not, volunteers. and they go too long without addressing it that, before they realize it, this wedge has become an irreparable chasm between the two of them.

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Awkward

Season One Episode Two

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader 

Words: 2465

Series Masterlist

Summary: The truth is revealed and leaves the reader, her boyfriend, and her brother trying to wrap their minds around what to do next. 

Notes: I’m so glad that you guys seem to like part one! I can’t express how excited I am that I finally get to share this series with you and the support has been amazing! Please continue letting me know what you think. I’ve had such a blast writing the relationship between these three. 

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If one more minute of uncomfortable silence passed, you would start screaming. The three of you sat at your kitchen table. Your brother had his hands clasped in front of him, leaning forward, but not saying a word. Spencer picked at his fingernails and for the first time since you’d started dating, was totally speechless. You kept your hands in your lap while you watched both of them intently, your mind racing a mile a minute trying to figure out exactly what the hell was going on. 

“So you’re Spencer’s boss,” you finally said, breaking the quiet that was killing you. Spence’s eyes jumped to yours, but Aaron kept his gaze locked on the younger agent in front of him. 

“And you’re Y/N’s new boyfriend that she’s been so reluctant to tell me about.” 

Spencer’s eyes widened like a puppy being scolded. “Reluctant?”

“No.” You pointed a finger at your brother. “No. I just didn’t want you to do that thing you do whenever I am remotely interested in someone.” 

“I do not do ‘a thing,’” Aaron scoffed. 

“You look into everything about them and you critique them before you even get the chance to meet them.” 

“Weren’t you just saying that the men you’ve dated haven’t exactly been upstanding citizens?” 

Spencer swallowed. “Can I interject?”

“No.” You both answered. 

“Do you really have that much lack of faith in my judgment?” 

“Academically, no. Professionally, no. But, Y/N, you’ve told me yourself that- when it comes to your personal life- you don’t always make the best judgments.” 

You ran a hand down your face to try and calm the seething anger inside of you. The worst part was, he was right. And you hated it. 

The horrible silence returned. 

This time, it was Spencer who interrupted it. “Honestly, I should have made the connection sooner. I mean, Y/N talked about having two older brothers, one of which lived in the area, but worked a lot. She also mentioned having a nephew that she babysits every once in a while.” His brows furrowed the way they did when he was thinking. “What I don’t get is why you changed your name.”

Aaron’s hands tightened into fists and he leaned back in his chair. You let out a low sigh. 

“Hotchner isn’t my last name because Aaron and Sean are technically my half brothers.” Though giving Sean that title seemed a little too generous. “Our father was married to Aaron’s mom, but he had an affair with mine. Thus resulting in.” You motioned to yourself and Reid nodded in understanding. “I barely knew our dad so I’ve just always gone by my mother’s name. Y/L/N. Aaron didn’t even know I existed until I was fifteen.” 

You and your brother exchanged a look. Reid noticed the seriousness of your expression and knew there was something neither of you were telling him, but now didn’t seem like the right time to press. 

“How did you not put together that we worked together?” Aaron asked. 

“That’s actually my fault,” Spence said. “I told Y/N early on that I didn’t like talking about my job and she never tried to force me.” 

Hotch shook his head. “But you love talking about profiling.” 

“I guess, but,” Spencer looked down at the table, “after everything that’s happened this year, I needed something untouched by all of it.” He gave you a crooked smile. “Ironic that you end up being related, right?” 

You let out a mournful sigh, remembering why Spencer was here to begin with. 

“God, this was supposed to be about you and we’ve turned it into sibling fight night.” You covered your eyes with your hand. Spencer reached over and gently pulled it away, keeping your hand in his. 

“Hey, I’m okay. Just being here has helped.” There was that smile again. 

Aaron already seemed to know what he was talking about, but didn’t say anything. Instead, his expression turned stoic and he stood. 

“I should go,” he said. “I wanted to try and see Jack before he goes to bed.” 

“Okay, um, here.” You tried to give him the bag of food he’d brought but he shook his head.

“No, you two have it. I’ll grab something on the way home.” 

Spencer gave him an awkward, thin smile. “Thanks, Hotch.” 

Aaron just looked at him with an expression of mild disbelief and extreme discomfort. 

“Goodnight, Reid.” He then turned to you with an expression that said ‘we’ll talk later.’ “Goodnight, Y/N.” 

“Night Aaron.” 

You stood up to see him out, locking the door behind him. Behind you, Spencer took a heaving breath. 

“I don’t think I breathed that entire time,” he gasped. He laid his head down on the table. “Oh god, I thought he was going to kill me.” 

“It’s fine. Aaron’s a big softie.��� 

“He is not!” His head jerked back up. “Hotch can be very, very scary when he wants to be.” You couldn’t help but snicker at his terrified expression. He glared. “It isn’t funny!”

“Oh come on,” you laughed. “It’s a little funny.” 

You held out your hands. He took them and stood so that you were nearly pressed together. You splayed your fingers across his chest, looking up at his big brown eyes. 

“Hey, if you’re really uncomfortable with this, I understand. I mean, Aaron is your boss and that could make things a little more complicated. If you want to end things-”

“No!” He exclaimed. “I don’t want to end anything. Y/N, I really like you. I know we’ve only been seeing each other for a few months, and with me being gone all the time, it’s really even less than that, but I know that I want to be with you.” He leaned forward. “I don’t want to end anything.” 

Slowly, and slightly unsure, he closed the space between the two of you. His soft lips found yours and all of those warm, excited feelings you had when you first met came rushing back. Everything you should have felt when you were a teenager that you were robbed of. 

When the two of you parted, both of your faces had turned a sweet shade of pink. 

“Spencer,” you said breathily. “You just kissed me.”

He smirked. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Uhuh.” 

“I’m thinking about doing it again.” He pulled you back to him, this time with more confidence than before. 

You snaked your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss with your fingers finding a place in his mess of mousy hair. The two of you must have stayed like that for a couple of minutes, but for you it felt like long, beautiful hours. 

It was you to pull away this time, your hands returning to his chest to straighten his tie. 

“I’m going to go wash up and then we can eat, yeah?” 

Spencer nodded, swollen lips forming a smile. “Yeah.” 

You gave him another quick kiss and walked down the hall. 

Reid stood there for a moment, running his fingers through his hair. 

“I just kissed Hotch’s sister.” 

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He didn’t want to go in. More than anything, he wanted to avoid the BAU for forever if it meant he didn’t have to look Hotch in the eye again. But the paperwork needed to be done and if the team thought something was up, he’d be bombarded with questions again. Of course, they all meant well. They were his family. 

But what was he supposed to say? 

“By the way everyone, I’m dating Hotch’s sister,” he muttered to himself as he stepped into the elevator. 

“What was that Junior G-Man?” Garcia asked, taking off her headphones. 

His heart leapt into his throat. 

“Nothing,” he gulped. “Just thinking out loud.” 

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion, but put her headphones back on. Since there wasn’t a case, everyone seemed more laid back. Morgan and Prentiss weren’t even there. Only people who had work left over from the trip. And with everything he saw…

“Morning Spence,” JJ greeted from her office. He gave her a slight wave. His nerves were getting the better of him. They built up more and more, waiting until-

“Reid.” 

Hotch stood in the doorway of his office. 

Spencer held back the frightened squeak in his throat. “Yeah?” 

“A word?” Hotch’s expression remained as serious as ever and Reid tried to take comfort in the familiarity of it as he walked into his office and took a seat. It didn’t work. Hotch sat in his chair across from him, his stare burning into Reid’s brain. 

The words tumbled out of Spencer’s mouth before he could stop them. “I honestly had no idea. Y/N and I have kind of made a point not to talk about work and we haven’t been seeing each other for very long and-”

“This isn’t about that,” Hotch said, cutting him off before he could ramble any further. His expression softened slightly. It was a look he’d given Reid a few times and Spencer started to realize where he was taking this. “How are you feeling?” 

“What?” 

“I know that this previous case didn’t end the way any of us wanted to,” he sighed. “But you were there. That can’t have been easy.” 

Spencer crumbled under his stair. He wanted to shrink. A voice in his head begged him for the relief he had hidden away in his bag. He took the paper clip from his pocket and focused on the thin metal. 

“We’ve seen worse.” Was all he could manage to say. 

Hotch's jaw tensed. “Reid, you know that we’re all here for you. If you need to talk-”

“I don’t.” Spencer’s tone was more defensive than he intended. 

They sat in tense silence for a moment, both men waiting for the other to speak. Aaron wanted to help him. He knew that the things haunting the younger agent had the potential to destroy him. But some battles can’t be fought by somebody else. 

He leaned back and exhaled slowly. “As for the other thing, I don’t see why this should have an impact on our work or professional relationship.” 

“I’m so glad you said that. I really like Y/N and I love this job and I love working with you and I have been going over everything all morning-”

“Reid.” 

“Hmm?” Spencer swallowed back the nervous words threatening to spill out. 

Hotch took a deep breath. “Just… be careful. This job is hard enough on relationships and Y/N, well she’ll do everything she can to make it work. Sometimes that isn’t enough.” His stare became distant and Spencer realized he was speaking from experience. 

“Like I said, I really really like her,” he said, lips teasing a smile just thinking about you. He stood up, holding his bag to his chest. “I won’t hurt her.” 

Hotch nodded and his face hinted at something beyond the seriousness. Then, his expressions darkened. 

“Have you… looked Y/N up yet?” 

Reid’s head tilted. “Was I supposed to?” 

“No.” Hotch shook his head. “There’s just some things I think she’d rather tell you herself.”

Spencer’s mind started turning, flipping through his memories like pages in a book, trying to figure out what Hotch could possibly mean by that. He quieted it the best he could. Hotch was right. If Y/N had something she wanted to tell him, he should let her. 

He started back towards his desk, but Hotch spoke again before he got to the door. 

“Oh, and Reid.” 

He stopped and turned to his superior. 

“Let’s keep this between us for now.”

With his typical straight lipped smile, Reid nodded and hurried back to his desk to catch his breath. 

“Everything okay, Spence?” JJ asked, looking out over the bullpen. 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” He squeaked. 

If this was going to work, he really needed to work on lying.

-

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so uncomfortable,” you snickered over your coffee mug. 

“I can imagine he was a little tense,” Haley said with a smile. 

It was nice talking with her again. Since her and your brother separated, you’d been afraid your friendship with your sister-in-law would be too awkward to handle. But this felt just like it’d always been. 

“And Dr. Reid never told you he worked for the BAU?” 

You shook your head. “We both have such… disturbing lines of work that we just decided not to talk about it because we didn’t want to scare the other off.” 

“Do you think it’s something you can bond over? The darkness of it? Or will you guys want to keep it separate from your lives together?” 

“God, you ask the hardest questions,” you groaned, making her laugh. 

“Well, it’s important to figure out. Sometimes it can be too much but sometimes having someone to talk to about the darkness in your life can help you find a way out of it,” she said. You glanced over at her. Her playful tone had turned serious, including her knowing expression. “You haven’t told him yet. Have you?” 

You exhaled deeply, a familiar weight pushing in on your chest. “There hasn't really been the right time. Plus he has a crazy memory, so he probably already knows. Besides, what’s the use in bringing up something that happened…” You trailed off. You could feel the words from her stare without her even having to say them. 

She gave you a small smile. “Tell him. It doesn’t have to be now, it doesn’t have to be tomorrow, but if you want this relationship to go somewhere, you’re going to want to tell him.” 

What was it with Hotchners and being right all the time? 

You finished your coffee and grabbed your satchel from the back of your chair. 

“I unfortunately, have an obscene amount of papers to grade so I should probably get going.”

“Two PhDs and teaching at the community college.” Haley shook her head. “I don’t know how you do it.” 

You shrugged. “I have a really good role model.” 

You pulled away and smiled, tears pricking the corner of your eye. “Of course.” You took her hand in yours. “Tell you what, let’s make a plan to do this every other week. That way, no matter what happens, we can still talk.” 

The two of you embraced. She held on a little longer.

“You know, we’re always going to be sisters, right?” She sounded like she was about to cry. 

She nodded. “I would like that.” 

“I’ll see you then.” You smiled. “Give Jack a hug for me.” 

“I will.” 

You parted ways, her advice ringing around in your head. Of course, you needed to tell Spencer. About your mom, about how you and Aaron met, and why you chose this path for your career. You just needed to figure out how. 

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[letarasstuff]

Little one bugging an older sibling with baby!hotchner

With two years (Y/N) finally has a greater vocabulary, which helps her and her family tons on the subject of communication. 

But choosing from all the words she knows, there is one she favors and it's the most used by far: "Jack!"

It's the first word she says in the morning after waking up and her last when she is put to bed.

"Jack!" (Y/N) screams and toddles towards her big brother, who came home from school when she took her midday nap. "Not now, (Y/N)", he tells her, trying to concentrate on his homework he is doing at the kitchen table. "I want show you 'mething!" His annoyed tone does not dampen her excitement. Jack lets out an unnerved sigh. "Not now. I need to do this."

The little girl huffs, but her brother's bad mood only determines her further. With all her might she pushes the chair next to him away from the table and climbs on it. "Jack, I hav'ta show you." Finally being fed up with his sister's nagging. Jack throws the pen he uses for his school work. "(Y/N), can't you see that I'm busy?! I'm not a baby like you, who has all the time in the world for doing nothing important! I'm not interested in the little dumb thing you want to show me."

It's quiet for a few seconds after his outburst. Stunned, the siblings look at each other. Then the little girl's face falls and Jack immediately regrets what he just said. (Y/N) puts the piece of paper in her hand on the table and climbs the chair down, going quickly into her room.

Attracted by the sudden noises and the abrupt stop, Aaron pokes his head into the kitchen. It confuses him to only spot his oldest, because he could swear he had heard his daughter talking. "Hey Buddy, how is the homework coming along?" Hotch asks his son, ruffling his hair affectionately before getting started on cooking lunch. Jack only grumbles a response. "What was that? You need to speak up, otherwise I can't hear you." "Nothing, school's just stressing me out."

Aaron stands next to his chair, taking a good look at his homework, hoping he will be able to help. "Ah, did (Y/N) give you the picture? She worked on it the whole morning and hoped you would like it." Seeing the picture his father is referring to, the boy gulps. "I did something. I have to make it right again." The stick figures of him and his sister makes him feel even more guilty than before.

Peeking into (Y/N)'s room ten minutes later, Aaron watches his children sitting together, each drawing on their own piece of paper, talking about a show she watched before her nap.

[galaxysupreme17]

If I Could Tell Her

BAU!Team X Teen!Reader

You have been interning for the BAU for a year now and you are about to graduate high school. The entire team has become your family. Penelope is like your fun, hippie older sister. Spencer is like your nerdy yet cool older brother.

Emily and JJ are like your moms, they even adopted you because your family was killed which is how you ended up interning there. Morgan is like that uncle that every single one your friends has a crush on.

Hotch has always been like a father figure to you with the funny dad jokes and lecturing your prom date last year. Now Rossi is like your grandpa with his amazing stories and protectiveness over you.

You have been through so much with them over the course of the year and you wouldn't change a thing.

Walking into the bullpen you sigh with content. Looking around you take notice of everyone at their desks doing paperwork and drinking coffee. You very quietly make your way behind Derek and just simple whisper in his ear causing him to jump so high you swore he was going to hit the ceiling.

The simple motion made you start laughing to the point of tears and everyone else around you started laughing too. Emily stood as everyone calmed down and walked over to you pulling you into a hug.

"Alright Y/n that wasn't funny" Derek says sternly which made you start laughing even more. "Sorry but that was priceless" you add with a smirk. "Why didn't you scare pretty boy or Prentiss" Derek questions with a roll of his eyes and a soft smile coming to his face.

"I will never under any circumstance try to scare Emily and Spencer promised to help me study for my midterm so I wasn't about to screw that up" You explain with a shrug before heading to Penelope's "lair" as she calls it.

Once in the room you shut the door and sit on one of the many desks as Penelope turns her chair around. "Alright cupcake what tea do you have for me?" Pen asks causing you to giggle and blush slightly.

"Ooooo You are blushing! Who is it?" Garcia questions further. "I need advice Penny. There is this girl but I don't know how to talk to her" You explain darting your eyes to your hands as they have become extremely interesting.

"Tell me about her pumpkin. Let's see how I can help" Penelope says softly as you let out a small sigh before looking up with a smile.

“There's nothing like her smile! Sort of subtle and perfect and real. You could never knew how wonderful That smile could make someone feel you explain with a smile creeping its way onto your face.” You explain

“Awww Y/n/n! That is cute! What else? Penelope questions looking to the young teen.

“Whenever She gets bored she scribbles stars on the cuffs of her jeans. Oh! Also she still fills out the quizzes that they put in those teen magazines” you say not even realizing what you're saying anymore.

Garcia smirks at this and motions for you to continue as she secretly messages the rest of the time about your little crush because she is Garcia and can't keep her mouth shut.

“Gods Pen! If I could tell her. Tell her everything I see. If I could tell her how she's everything to me. But we're a million worlds apart and I don't know how I would even start.” you say, standing up and walking over to you bag pulling out a photo of the two of you from a year ago.

"What else sweets?" Pen questions with a small smile.

“It looked pretty cool when she put indigo streaks in her hair. And I always have wondered how she learned to dance like all the rest of the world isn't there."

"But I keep it all inside My head what I see I leave unsaid. If I could tell her, tell her everything I see. If I could tell her how she's everything to me. But we're a million worlds apart and I don't know how I would even start.” you say causing JJ, Emily, Spencer, and Derek to all smile as they listen.

“But what do you do when there's this great divide? And what do you do when the distance is too wide? And how do you say I love you?” You add looking over to Penelope who is smiling widely.

"Oh you have some serious feelings girlie" Penelope laughs as you blush and hide your face slightly. "Just help me Pen. What should I do? I mean I have a crush on the head cheerleader who also happens to be my best friend" you sigh dramatically before landing on the other chair in the room.

"I think you should write a little letter and leave it in her locker and when she opens it and reads the letter and turns around you should be standing there with her favorite flowers or chocolate and give them to her" Penelope explains. You nod agreeing and the two of you get to work one writing a short letter for you to put in her locker tomorrow.

[karumashadowchicken]

hii!! can i request a one shot where the bau (original bau please and they’re also possessive/obsessive over the reader) catches the reader and their secret significant other kissing or showing some sign of affection towards eachother? the reader isn’t allowed to have any friends/romantic partner.

ty! ❤️

Hi again! :) This is a great idea, here's what I think would happen in a vague way. (Working on a few other writings rn)-

Honestly It depends on who caught you, it also depends on if one of the members of the bau has romantic feelings for you. I'll do more platonic headcanons this time! Except for Rossi, He's got a dad vibe, he;s just yandere Dad.

Rossi- He'd react like a protective father. He'd glare at your partner, until they're so nervous they just excuse themselves and leave. If it's a long time relation ship he might have to do the intimidation talk, or say something to scare them off. He's like an Italian Mafia boss uncle.

Spencer- I feel like Spencer would react like an older brother, like "Y/n. You know you aren't allowed to date (Or have friends)." He'll probably even pull a, "If you break up with them/stop talking to them, then maybe I won't tell Hotch/or/Rossi." He will of course tell Hotch, but tell him that it's dealt with.

Hotch- disappointed dad vibes. He's gonna scold you like a child. "y/n, you know better." He's probably yell you that you've lost half your alone time privileges. He might also do the, "I expected better from you." He'd make you feel a little bad, not to bad, he doesn't want you to be sad. But on the other hand he can't have people taking you away from them.

Morgan- "Y/n, who's this? now you know, you can't have friends, or lovers, right?- If I tell Hotch, he ain't gonna be to happy about this." Morgan also acts like a protective older brother. He's gonna tell Rossi. Your Italian pasta mafia boss uncle.

Garcia- She had her suspicions! She's telling everyone. Family meeting! You're about to get scolded by everyone.

Emily- She scared off you lover/friend. No need to tell anyone, they are not coming back.

Sorry that these prompts are small, it took a little while to think of how they would react, but I think I figured it out. Thank you so much for suggesting again @robijune I appreciate it! :)

[mediocre-writerr]

history has it eyes on you [jennifer jareau]

jennifer jareau x fem reader

requested by anon: Love your JJ fics ❤️❤️ I was hoping could you do another one where the reader is somewhat new to the BAU and is either dating or has a thing with JJ. But the reader is known for doing these heroic and kinda reckless acts that ends up saving the victims. And while everyone in the bureau thinks that she's an absolute badass and incredible at her job JJ can't help but love and hate it. She loves it as she's amazing at her job and always ends up saving them but she hates how she always seems to be in the line of fire and in danger. After one too many close calls JJ kinda loses it on the reader.

*not my gif*

You were nineteen when you joined the academy. However, once you got the job you were longing for you were still a bright young prospect at twenty two. The youngest on the team, even younger than boy genius. 

You always had dreams of dying like a martyr. The bravest thing you thought that anyone could do was sacrifice themself for the ones they love the most. Sure, that’s not the healthiest thing in the entire world, but it was everything to you. 

“Have you guys heard that we’re getting a new member?” Garcia asked as her, Prentiss, and JJ walked into the bureau with their coffees in hand.

Prentiss nodded, “Heard they were a part of the Navy Seals for awhile. They were known as the youngest on that squad and they’re even younger than Reid,” 

“Really?” JJ asked, slightly shocked that someone is younger than Reid. 

Hotch walked out of his office as the rest of the team gathered by their desks, you walked right behind him, his taller figuring covering you from the view of the rest of the team.

Hotch cleared his throat before looking at all of them, “I’d like to formally introduce you guys to the newest member of the team, Agent Y/N Y/L/N,” 

You emerged from behind Hotch and you gave all of them an awkward wave. Until your eyes fell onto a pair of familiar blue ones. Her face was calm and collected, but you could tell by her eyes that she was internally freaking out.

You tried to fight off a smile that was forming on your face at the sight of your old flame back in the days of Afghanistan. But by the look on her face, you knew no one else really knew of her Afghanistan days.

Afghanistan wasn’t all bad. Sure you were put there to try and take down Bin Laden, but the city that was surrounded by war was absolutely beautiful. All of the architecture and the culture, even the people. 

This was one of the days where you completely forgot that you were in the middle of a war. JJ was standing on the balcony in the city of Kabul, the capitol of Afghanistan. The sun was setting behind her as you handed her a glass of wine.

It’s illegal to drink there, but as long as no one saw you called it a win. You stood behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist. You hooked your chin onto her shoulder as you kissed her rosy cheeks. 

“This is nice,” she mumbled and you hummed in response.

“I agree. You make this whole mission so much more bearable,” you whispered.

Penelope ran over to you and gave you a big hug, “Hi! I’m Penelope Garcia, the best tech out there!” 

You laughed softly, hugging her back, “Hi!” 

Once you pulled away, you were introduced one by one to each of the team members. Until you eventually were stopped at the beautiful blonde you’ve known worlds ago. 

You extended your hand out to her, meeting her bright blue eyes. You raised your eyebrows up at her, “Y/N Y/L/N,” you formally introduced.

She hesitated before grabbing your hand, the familiar spark electrocuting your body and you could tell that she felt it too, “Jennifer Jareau,”

“I like your eyes, they’re very blue, did you know that?” you told her, recalling your first ever conversation.

JJ just gave a tight lipped smile before nodding, “Yeah, well, I kind of had them my whole life so I think I know that they’re blue,” 

“Right,” 

You were suited up in your gear as your commander walked you over to the representative from the state department. You climbed high in the rankings with all of your hard work and selflessness, you became a lieutenant commander. 

“Lieutenant commander Y/L/N, this is our state department liaison Jennifer Jareau. She will be helping assist us in communication with some of the hostages,” your commander introduced the two of you and you nodded.

You stuck out your hand and smiled at her softly, “Y/N Y/L/N,” 

She grabbed your hand, smiling back, “Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ for short,” 

“Well JJ, I like your eyes. They’re very blue, did you know that?” you asked, awkwardly. You mentally face palmed yourself, realizing that you were getting nervous around the beautiful blonde.

JJ laughed at your awkwardness before nodding, “Yeah, well, I kind of had them my whole life so I think I know that they’re blue,” 

“Right,” you drew out, mentally face palming yourself harder than before. 

You let out a soft chuckle before finally dropping her hand. You knew in a room full of profilers that they would notice if a friendly handshake lasted too long, no matter how hard you didn’t want to lose her touch. 

That was the only interaction the two of you had the entire case. Most of the time you were partnered up with Prentiss. She had more experience than JJ as a profiler since JJ was a liaison first. 

For your first case, you impressed them all with how selfless you were. You would push yourself in front of the rest of the team when confronting an unsub. You would always be the one talking them down as their gun was pointed right at you. 

“Jimmy Barnes, put the gun down,” you ordered, as he held the girl by gun point, “I said, put it down!” 

He shook his head, “No! She needs to die! I need to finish what I started!” he yelled.

Jimmy Barnes, your first ever unsub was ironically going after girls who matched your description. He became so obsessed with a video game that he altered it with reality. The villain in the game looking surprisingly like you.

“Then kill me instead, you’ll win the game if you let her go and kill me,” you offered.

You could feel JJ’s eyes on you and the rest of the team gave you a quick glance before going to look back at Jimmy. For a split second you weren’t sure, what he was gonna do until he eventually threw the hostage towards Rossi, before grabbing you in the process.

He thought he had a good grip on you, but you were a Navy Seal, you know how to get out of a hold or two. Before he could pull the trigger, you elbowed his groin and threw him onto the floor. 

Jimmy landed on his stomach with a hard thump, you straddled his back before  putting him in handcuffs, “Jimmy Barnes, you are under arrest for the murders of Nicole Watkins, Macy Martin, and Leah Butler,” you told him, listing all of his rights. 

Once you got back on the jet, your eyes drifted over to JJ who was staring out of the window. You just kept staring, trying to profile her from afar. You noticed that there was no ring on her finger yet, so that was a plus. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t dating anyone.

Morgan snapped you out of your trance, “That was a brave thing you did out there. He could’ve easily just shot you dead before you could even make a move,” 

“Yeah, but it saved the girl didn’t it?” you fired back and from the corner of your eye you could see JJ let out a sigh, shaking her head. 

“It did, you’re gonna be a great part of this team!” Morgan patted your shoulder before taking a seat next to Reid. 

You took this as an opportunity to get some shut eye on the flight back to Quantico. And your slumber seemed to drift back to you and JJ. 

The two of you were tangled in the sheets of the hard mattress. The hot air of Afghanistan causing your already sweating bodies to become more sticky. JJ was playing with your hair as her head rested on your chest. 

“This is very unprofessional,” she whispered.

You chuckled softly before nodding, “Well no one has to know what we do,” you whispered back, “But if anyone were to walk into my tent they’d see your clothes all over the floor,” 

She lifted her head slightly before seeing your clothes scattered all over it. She let out a content sight before putting her head back down.

“If I'm being honest, I don’t think I’d care,” she said, kissing your jawline. 

You exaggerated a gasp, “Did the Jennifer Jareau just say she wouldn’t care if someone caught us breaking the rules?!” 

“I wouldn’t care because I’m in love with you,” 

Your ears perked up at those five words, “I’m in love with you too,” you whispered, leaning down to attach your lips together.

The more you went on cases with the team, the more reckless (well you’d like to call it heroic) you’ve become. You would run into a hostage situation with an aggressive unsub without a bulletproof vest or weapon. 

You thought that you would get a talking to from Hotch about being so reckless, but he never did. The others rarely thought anything of it and just thought you were an absolute badass. Well, everyone but JJ, you could tell your need to constantly be the hero was getting under her skin a little. 

You just didn’t think she’d care anymore. She barely interacted with you and when you did they were short professional conversations. Even when you went out with the team, she wouldn’t interact with you.

“So, what’s going on with JJ?” Morgan asked you as you and the team were flying out to Tacoma, Washington. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Nothing,” 

He hummed, “Well you’re staring at JJ like you’re in a romcom and just lost the love of your life. So what’s going on? You know you can talk to me,” 

Morgan had become like an older brother figure to you. He was the closest person to you on the team and you knew he could trust him with anything.

“Well, JJ and I knew each other awhile ago. We had a thing and it was really good, but you know, nothing lasts forever,” you confined in him and he nodded.

“That’s why she’s avoiding you like the plague?” he asked.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. It was a long time ago and she broke things off with me. So, I don’t understand why she’s avoiding me. If anything it should be the other way around,” 

“I would just try to talk to her. Obviously, something’s still bugging her if she’s avoiding you this much. Just talk to her,” he suggested and you nodded. 

You wanted to talk to JJ the entire case, but the unsub shortened his kill time and struck back to back. So, you were working twice as hard and twice as fast to stop them. 

And when you did find them let’s just say, you had to act quick. The unsub set his own house on fire with him and the hostage family inside of it. Hotch had called the fire department, but they wouldn’t get there for another ten minutes.

There was no way that the family would survive that. The smoke inhalation. The fire spreading quickly. Before any of the team could even react, you were off and running in to a burning building. 

“Y/N!” you heard JJ shout, but it was too late you were already in the building. 

The unsub was standing there with a sinister smirk on your face and just as he was about to attack you, you sent a bullet through his shoulder. He fell onto the floor in pain. 

The family of three were coughing up a storm. You could feel the smoke already start to fill your lungs. You gestured for the family to start running out of the house. 

“My daughter is stuck under there! You need to get her out of here!” the father yelled and you nodded.

“I’ll save her, you guys need to leave now!” you screamed. 

“I’m not leaving-” the mom begins to protest, but you cut her off.

“I promise I’ll get her out of here, but if you don’t leave she’s not going to have anyone there to take care of her!” you exclaimed. Without another word they run out of the building. You looked at the little girl who was stuck behind a piece of broken ceiling. 

You smiled at the girl who just seemed numb and you grabbed her arm, “Hi kiddo,” you finally got out between coughs, “My name’s Y/N and I’m here to save you okay? You’re safe now. No one can hurt you. Do you mind if I touch you and help you out?” 

She nodded without another word. You started coughing uncontrollably before you finally held her in your arms. 

JJ was pacing back and forth from outside. Her thoughts spinning as she just watched you run into a burning building. Two figures started rushing out of the building. JJ and Morgan ran towards the couple, leading them towards the ambulance.

“Where’s the agent who went in to help you?” JJ asked, frantically. 

“She’s still in there. She’s helping our daughter, she was stuck. She promised that she’d save her,” the mother told JJ.

Right as she finished her sentence, there was huge crash. Everyone’s head turned back to the house to see the roof caved in and the building was falling apart. 

“Y/N,” JJ whispered before raising her voice, screaming out your name uncontrollably, “Y/N!”

Her mind flashed back to Afghanistan, when the good thing the two of you had going turned sour. 

It was dark out and you, JJ, and some of trying to search an abandoned compound that you assumed the Talibans were using to help create bombs. You sensed a slight tension against your shin. 

It felt like what would happen if you rubbed your shin against a bush. But there was no shrubbery around the group, only grass and dirt. At the same time there was a pinning noise and that was the only thing you could hear. 

You had walked into a tripwire, looking down you saw the primed grenade, “Grenade! Take cover!” you yelled to the rest of your team.

You don’t know why you did what you did. Maybe it was because you felt responsible for what was about to happen. You pushed JJ towards the rest of the group as one of your fellow soldiers pulled her behind the concrete building.

You threw off your backpack and jammed it into the grenade, before lying next to it in fetal position to block the explosion from expanding towards them. You were just counting down, waiting for the consequences. 

5, 4, 3, 2,1, you counted and your whole body relaxed as the thought that maybe the bomb was a dud crossed your mind. But just as you relaxed it blew up in front of you. 

“Y/N!” JJ screamed. 

The orange sparks and the smoke cleared, but you knew you were still alive. You were so disoriented, so disoriented to the point where you didn’t even notice that you were blasted so much further away from where you originally laid. 

JJ and the patrol medic ran over to you. She put her hands on my face and noticed how disoriented you were. JJ noticed the blood pouring down your nose and ears. 

“Y/N, I need you to stay with me,” JJ told you, drawing figures on your bloody cheeks, “The doctor’s checking you out, I need you to stay awake, okay? Please, for me,” her voice cracked. 

No matter how hard you tried, your eyes just seemed to shut and you couldn’t open them again.

“No!” JJ screamed as she continued to watch the house burn down in flames. 

Tears were flowing down her cheeks. The trauma of Afghanistan and the thought of losing you flooded her mind. She always wondered why her relationships with people after you never worked. 

She made excuses for herself. The idea that her job as a profiler took up too much of her time. Or the guys or girls she dated were just bad seeds. But that wasn’t the idea. It was the idea that she was still so in love with you, maybe even waiting for the day she’ll get you back. 

JJ looked around the rest of your team. Reid was trying his best to fight off tears, but you could hear him sniffling. He always thought of you as one of his best friends. You related to him more than anyone because of how young you were. 

Morgan and Prentiss stood up tall and were staying strong. But JJ could tell from a mile away that it was getting harder every second that was going by. Prentiss thought of you as a little prodigy, you reminded her of a young Prentiss, and all she wanted to do was protect you even though she knew you didn’t need it. 

Then there was Hotch who stood there emotionless, but he was just trying to actually stay strong for the team. Hotch knew that you were the reckless type, it didn’t take a profiler to notice that. 

The last thing he said to you before he introduced you to the team was, “I see that you want to fight, you’ve got this hunger. I was just like you when I was younger, head full of fantasies of dying like a martyr. Just remember, dying is easy, living is harder.” 

But then they saw a figure emerge from the smoke. The little girl you were carrying was unconscious in your arms. You were coughing up a storm as you crashed onto the lawn. 

The team and paramedics ran towards you. JJ cupped your cheeks as your eyes fluttered open and closed. The smoke that was filling your lungs, making it hard to breathe. The paramedics through an oxygen mask on your face as they tried to help you breathe.

You pulled it off really quick, “Y/N! Put the oxygen mask back on!” JJ scolded you.

You were coughing up a storm as you finally got out what you said between your coughs, “I’m still in love with you,” you told her.

She was about to respond when you started seizing on the ground. Hotch pushed the team out of the way so the paramedics could do their job.

JJ’s mine still drifted back to Afghanistan as she watched them drag you to the hospital. It reminded her of when they brought you back to the med camp after the explosion. The fear settling into her bones that she might not ever see you again.

When you were finally more stable to understand what was going on around you, you were in the med tent of the camp. JJ was sitting next to you with her hands intertwined with yours.

You moved slightly and her head shot up to look at you, “How bad is it?” 

“Your eardrums are perforated, but there’s suspected to be no lasting damage.Your backpack and body armor absorbed most of the damage. You know the doctors say you’re lucky, but I just say you’re stupid,” she told you and you looked at her with furrow brows. 

“That was a little harsh,” you muttered.

She rolled her eyes, “What you did was stupid! It was stupid and reckless! I almost lost you today because of how stupid you were being!” 

“It was heroic!” you screamed. It didn't matter to you that your head was still pounding and your ears were ringing from the explosion, but you were being attacked after you just woke up.

“You don’t see the point! I almost lost you! There are people who care about you! I care about you and if I lost you today I don’t know what I would’ve done!” she screamed, “So I need you to promise me that this isn’t going to happen again. That you’ll start being more careful and thinking more without doing,” 

You sat there in silence unsure of what to say, “I can’t promise that,” you whispered after so many minutes. 

She bit her lip, removing her hand from yours. JJ stood up and started packing up the things that she had in the tent, “Then I can’t do this. If you’re not going to even respect a simple decision as to being less reckless for your own safety, then I can’t do this. I don’t think that what I’m asking is too hard, but I guess it is,” 

“JJ,” you whispered, but it was too late she was already gone.

She didn't come to visit you after that. As you sat there in your own silence, you realized that you made a mistake. You wanted to talk to her, but every time you asked someone to grab her she would always be busy or she’d just never come. 

Once you were finally well enough to be discharged from med tent and back to your own, it was too late. There was a little note left on the hard mattress the two of you once shared.

“Y/N, I’ve decided to leave. Another state department liaison is coming to replace me. I just can’t stay and watch you throw your life on the line anymore. Maybe in another world, but just not this one- JJ,” the note read and you let out a groan of frustration before falling onto the mattress.

You woke up from your seizure to see JJ sitting the corner of the room. She was curled up in the faux leather seat as she was sleeping peacefully. Your mouth felt dry as you reached over to grab the water that sat on the bedside table. 

All your stirring around caused JJ to wake up, her head shooting over to you to make sure you were okay. You looked at her softly and smiled, “How’s the little girl?”

“Safe and recovering,” she answered shortly.

“Where’s everyone else?” you asked.

“They’re in the waiting room. I tried to get them to go home, but they insisted on staying,” she mentioned and you smiled softly.

You could tell she was holding back from what she was going to say, so you let out a sigh, “Whatever you’re holding back, just get it out,” 

“That was stupid of you,” she said sternly, reminding you of your very last conversation before you met her again, “You almost died again! And I had to be there to witness it again!”

“I saved a family’s life today,” you told her, your voice dry, but just as stern. 

“But at what cost? Risking your own?!” she exclaimed and you pinched the bridge of your nose, putting your head down, “It was stupid!”

“Can you stop saying that?! It was brave and heroic! Why can’t you just be accepting about it like everyone else?!” you yelled back.

“There it is again! With your heroic bullshit!” she threw her hands up in frustration, walking closer to your bed, “What’s the big deal about it?” 

“I need to be remembered! I need to have my name in books and you know sacrificing yourself and saving as many people as possible gets you there! My family’s legacy is shot, I need to make a legacy of mine and if this is the way to do it then so be it! I need to be a hero, so I can be loved since my parents never did!” you finally exploded, telling her all the reasons why you are the way you are.

“You don’t need to sacrifice yourself to be loved!” she argued.

You scoffed, “Well, apparently I do since the only time you’ve seemed to want to talk to me since I’ve joined the team is when I’m recovering from almost dying. I don’t understand why you’re so angry at me right now, you broke up with me. You left me to recover from the bomb on my own! So tell me, why do you even care?!” 

“Because I’m still in love with you!” she finally screamed and your eyes softened.

“You don’t need to sacrifice yourself to be a hero or loved because in my eyes you’re already a hero. I care because the thought of living the rest of my life without you kills me. Living my life without you the last few years was the time I felt numb. Then you came back and I wanted to give us a shot again, but I was scared,” she whispered.

“Scared about what?” you asked.

“You were still as reckless as ever. You are still so obsessed with getting your name in the history books that you don’t care who you hurt in the process. I was scared that if I got too attached that one day you’d just die,” she told you, “At least with breaking up with you, I knew you were still alive and I didn’t lose you forever,”

There was a moment of silence before she spoke up again, “You don’t understand that you risking your life out like that hurts the people who love and care about. You don’t need to have millions of people know your name, all you need are the ones who matter most to you and you don’t understand that. I love how protective and heroic you are, but I hate it more. The hate overcomes the love,” 

You reached your hand out for her to come closer. You intertwined your fingers together before placing a kiss to the top of her hand. She had tears threatening to pour down her face.

You brushed a strand of her blonde hair from behind her ear before you cupped her cheeks softly, “I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I didn’t know how badly my acts affected you. I wish that we talked about this when I was still stationed, maybe I could’ve knocked some sense into myself and we’d still be together,”

“But I’d really like a second chance JJ,” you whispered shyly, the fear of rejection overtaking your promise, “I’ll make that promise I should’ve made ages ago. Be less reckless, be a hero in smaller less dramatic ways. But I also understand if you don’t, I know I’m fucked in the head,” 

JJ leaned her forehead on top of yours before kissing you softly, “One more chance,” she whispered, “No more bombs, or gunmen, or fires,”

You kissed her once more, “I just hope I can be the hero that you deserve, the right kind of hero,” 

“There’s no doubt in my mind that you won’t be,” 

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Casework

Summary: Derek Morgan/ Reid! Ftm Reader; Reader deals with a tough case and Derek tries to help

”Spence; Y/N going to be okay on this one?”

“Yeah he’ll be good, my brother can handle it..”

“You know we all have cases like this..” Hotch nods and spences does as well both their expressions grim as they watch you almost nervously flicking through case files. They know you’re expecting pictures. 

Derek is a little more tense the more you’re reading the file and you keep sneaking glances at him which is maybe why he keeps looking worriedly at you. You’re breezing through most of it’ trying to skip the glaringing disturbing parts but unfortunately the murders are tame; there’s no real ycat and mouse game; no long con that anyone can see; just that the unsub is targeting exclusively female to male transgender. Whoever they are they seem to be on friendly terms as none of the disappearances seemed to be violent; but none of their friends or family seemed to know where they’d gone.

”Y/N, you figure out anything we can use?”

“Not yet; I’ll keep looking, we always have plan B.”

“Plan B?” Spencer doesn’t look up from his copy of the file but you can tell he’s frowning which means Derek is frowning.

“I go as bait.” You don’t even finish the full sentence before everyone practically screams no at you.

“Okay fine, usual plan A then..” You try to joke but you know you just sound concerned and Spencer sits a little closer to you, always wanting to be the protective older brother; especially since Derek has taken over talking to the local police since he doesn’t like the idea of them being needlessly cruel to you, or unaware that you’re transgender as well.

”We have a lead.” Derek looks a little too pleased and  you wonder how advanced the lead is. Normally when he gets this excited it means that the case is coming to a close.

“So what’s the lead?” Spencer reminds Derek to stay on topic and he laughs a little as Hotch comes in to officially brief everyone.

”Well at least that went well.” Spencer chuckles a little and you scowl, putting the bandaid on a little more forcefully when Derek joins in on the muffled laughter.

“You got hurt.”

“And it could have gone far far worse, but we figured out they were posing as a care nurse to do home visits to various transgender patients who were recovering from surgery; which is why some of the injuries were so percise; they were from the actual surgery.”

“We don’t need another run down I’m sure it’s all in the files anyways.” Hotch states and you all shuffle around the office as he reminds you to pack up and make sure to have everything on ready for when you’re getting on the plane as it’s going to leave in about three hours. It’s not often you have down time before the plane leaves.

”Y/N what are you doing?”

“Getting ready for work we have-” ‘Come back to bed; I put in for three days leave; plus the weekend.” ‘But-”

“No buts; or I’ll get Spencer to monolog at you why mental health breaks are important.”

“Why must you use my own brother against me…”

“Because you’re a workaholic who had to deal with a traumatizing case.. Come back to bed or I’ll make you.”

“It wasn’t that.. I mean I didn’t get physically hurt..” You pout a little sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I know Y/N but we all have those sorts of cases. Everyone’s had one; ones that hit a little too close to home and make everything go still for a while. The best thing for everyone is for you to take some time off. For you to heal, but also so everyone doesn’t have to worry, and can focus on helping more people.” Derek nods and you join him content to spend the whole day in bed. Just as you’re getting used to the idea Derek has to change it by insisting that you’re both going out for a much needed date night to your favorite restaurant.

You’re not actually upset about sitting across from Derek  and having dinner is actually calming, you’re looking forward to the next three days being able to spend it with him.

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Ok but imagine friendship with The BAU

You get invited into all of the girl’s nights out with the girls. JJ would definitely act like a mother hen at first, being the designated driver despite the fact that most of the time Will ended up picking everyone up and driving them home. She will become a lot more relaxed after a drink or two and batshit crazy when she is drunk that you have to sit down and gape the first time you witness it. She always complained and regretted it the next day and swore she would never be that drunk again.

I imagine that Emily is the type of best friend that will listen to your crazy ideas you propose when you get bored. She will sends you half amused and half exasperated look before Ok, you know what, that sounds only half bad let’s fucking do it and JJ will sprint so fast every time those words were coming from either of you and WHAT ARE YOU GUYS UP TO THIS TIME????

Garcia is nothing but a sweetheart, she is the main person who aid you and Emily’s stupid decisions and crazy ideas and turn blind eye every time someone asking who the fuck did this. A lot of times she is actually the mastermind behind all of the crazy shenanigan you guys up to. JJ will supervise but didn’t really put enough effort to really stop you and Emily to do it. She secretly finds it amusing but refuses to encourage bad behavior.

Garcia will also be the type of friend who does sweet things to you, buys you the best gifts on your birthday, and will bake your favorite cookies when she notices you’re a little down or after coming back from a particularly hard case. She offers the warmest and best hugs and somehow always finds the best place to spend the girl’s night out. Literally, like, Garcia how the hell you find this place with a great discount

Friendship with Morgan will be brother-like one honestly. He is such a sweet, annoying older brother who will tease you and poke you at any chance he gets and he somehow always has a lot of occasions to do that. He also gives the best brotherly advice, especially when you randomly experience an existential crisis and did I really leave any impact in this world and he would take you on a long drive just to talk about it. When a date went wrong he is on speed dial and would suspiciously break numerous laws just to pick you up from the restaurant although he never admits it. Whenever you get paired on a case and have to drive together, you guys would do a carpool karaoke session just to diffuse the tension (and nauseating fear of any inevitable peril awaiting) and “Oh my god Morgan you like Taylor Swift?” and he gives you a look and says “Who the hell doesn’t? Turn the volume up, I like this one.”

Hotch will be the exasperated father-slash-bother figure to you. He will give you narrow eyes and a suspicious look that says what are you up to this time but not-so-secretly find it amusing and like Garcia he will turn a blind eye whenever he can. Sometimes when the day is slow and only filled with paperworks he will go out of his office and send you a look and ask “Are you seriously playing paper toss in the bullpen right now?” and you were so ready to be given a pep talk about office professionality and all and he just gave you a rare smile and said “that’s a really bad aim.” He sometimes get absolutely concerned but overall unfazed whenever you and Emily up for something, most of the time when he is too tired to deal with it he just pretend nothing happened

Rossi is that one fun and a little drunk uncle who secretly feeds his niece candies behind the parent’s back, except he is giving you chances to do shits and will keep his mouth shut. He likes to feed everyone homemade pasta and you made a secret deal with him to exchange recipes. You will tell him some of your few homemade recipes from your grandmother and he will happily give you his family recipes too. He somehow treats the whole ordeal like a secret and illegal transaction and speaks like it is one that Hotch was concerned about for a little while.

Well, with Spencer, (since this blog is about romancing him so in this narrative we’ll also be romancing him), before you guys were dating, you guys were really good friends too. You would go to him and ask him randomly about book recommendations and he would lit up and give you a long ass list about a must-read book and where to find them. You’d listen to him rambling and sometimes gently tell him to slow down. I didn’t catch your words and you’d introduce him to Ghibli Movies and he would love Spirited Away the most. You also made him watch reality tv shows and he couldn’t really understand why you found it amusing but he dutifully watched it. You secretly aided him in his prank war with Morgan but absolutely no one knew and you boldly told everyone (but him) that Morgan and Reid’s prank war is none of your business.

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The Ties that Bind: Damaged AU

Synopsis of series: Being the older sister of a literal genius? It’s not easy. Raising said genius from childhood on? An act of love. Uprooting your life again when he gets in over his head? A no brainer. Finding a new family and support system for yourself? Well, you suppose that’s just luck.

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AN: This is based off of season three episode fourteen where Hotch is an emotional mess due to the divorce papers and goes to interview a serial killer anyways. This did not turn out like I expected, but I love it sooo much. You have no idea. 

“You’re awfully quiet tonight.” 

Spencer barely looks up from his food, not that he’s eaten much, he’s mainly just pushed it around the plate. It’s something he’s always done when he has something on his mind. You nudge him with your toe, and he looks up at you and gives you his polite smile, “It’s nothing. Really.” 

You call him on it, “Liar.” 

He smiles for real, “You sure you don’t want to be a profiler?” 

“I can read you because I know you. I can’t do it with everyone. Now what’s wrong?” 

You watch him think, probably about if he should tell you what’s bothering him, before finally pushing his plate away, “Today . . . Hotch and I went to interview a serial killer. He’s due to be executed next week. And I mean . . . they’re all bad, but this guy was really bad. He had never granted an interview before today, so we jumped on the opportunity. The more we know, the better we are at our jobs. But he’s smart, really smart. He figured out the guard schedule, and we got stuck in there. No weapons. Nothing to defend ourselves with. He was planning on killing us.” 

Your heart is beating a million miles a minute in your chest, but you do your best to hide it. Spencer needs this. 

“And Hotch . . . I’ve never seen him like that before. He was ready to fight the guy. Usually he’d use his words, what he knows to keep him at bay, but he was just ready to . . . it reminded me of that time you went after Mark White, when he stuffed me in a locker. You tossed your bag to the side, and slipped off your jacket, and you just went after him. That’s what was about to happen here.” 

You try to make a joke, “Was Hotch me or Mark White?” 

Spencer smiles, “You.” 

“Then you have nothing to worry about. I kicked Mark’s ass, and I did it off of school grounds, so I didn’t get in trouble.” 

Spencer leans back in his chair and crosses his arms against his chest, “I’m starting to realize that you may have been a bad influence.” 

“Sure. Blame me. Keep going.” 

“Not much left to say. I was able to calm him down by analyzing his behavior and putting it into perspective long enough for the guards to come back. Hotch apologized on the drive home . . . he said. . .that Haley wants him to sign the divorce papers uncontested. I think it’s killing him. Figuratively, and almost literally today.” 

You take that sentence in, and then to set him at ease you make a joke, “Are you saying, you don’t think Hotch would have won, because something tells me . . . the man has moves.” 

Spencer rolls his eyes, “He rarely leaves the office.” You spend the next hour visiting with your brother and cleaning up dinner before he heads home to his own apartment. After that you try to take your mind off the situation at hand, but you have a hard time doing so. 

Agent Hotchner is a kind man. A good man. But you can’t imagine him having a large support system, especially with his wife leaving him. You know what kind of loneliness that brings. 

Before you can stop yourself, you’re in your car and on your way to the bureau. The agent behind the front desk gives you an odd look but signs you in anyways when he finds you on the approved visitors page. You enter the bullpen to find it mostly dark, with the exception of light from one office. 

You take the stairs slowly, trying to figure out what to say, but not really sure. It’s not as though you know the man well. You’ve talked to him at a few BAU get-togethers, and he was very kind the first time you met when Spencer was in the hospital. All you know is that you want to help him. 

The door is cracked, but you still knock. A rather surprised, “Come in.” comes a second later, and you step in. Agent Hotchner stands, a confused look on his face, “Ms. Reid?” And then dawning, “Spencer told you what happened today. I’m so sorry. . . I don’t know what I Was thinking and . . .” 

“You were thinking, I want to feel something.” 

He pauses, “What?” 

“That’s what you were thinking or feeling. Whatever terminology you want to use.” 

He’s silent for one heartbeat, two, and then says, “I expected yelling when I saw you.” 

You give him a small smile, “Spencer’s filled your head with too many stories of me. No, I’m not here to yell. I’m here because I think you need a friend.” 

You see a hint of annoyance in his eyes, “Ms. Reid, while I appreciate the concern. . .” 

“You don’t appreciate it. Don’t lie. Right now, you’re mad at the world. You feel like it’s your fault, and when those two things aren’t waging war for the top place, numbness sneaks in.” 

He visibly swallows and you keep going, “I’ve been there.” 

“You chose a job over your marriage, the person you love, Spencer?” 

“Not exactly. But I know what it means to have something that drives you to a point where you have to do it.?” 

His eyes are wary, but you watch as he relaxes ever so slightly.  

He settles in his seat, and you move to one of the chairs in front of his desk, “I never knew my biological father. Before her break, my mother referred to him as my sperm donor. I was three, and it’s one of my earliest memories. It was right after she started dating William. He adopted me, I took on the name Reid, and called him dad, cause he was my dad. He loved me, never favored Spencer over me, he was a good dad. 

“But when my mom went off her meds for the first time since she was pregnant with Spencer, things got hard. Fast. I remember sitting in the kitchen, waiting for him to come home one night, and he asked me how I felt about Spencer and I going away with him. I told him, we couldn’t leave mom, because she wouldn’t be okay. I was nine. I made him promise that he’d stay. He left three weeks later. 

“From that point on Spencer was my life. My mom was . . . well she wasn’t in any state to help. I took on everything, and Spencer made it easy, he was smart, but he was still a kid.” 

“So were you.” His voice is quiet. 

“I stopped being a kid, the moment I read that letter from William. My life revolved around Spencer. He was the one good thing I had, and I was going to be damned if I let anything get in the way of that. I canceled on friends, I didn’t do certain clubs, I picked my college based on him. It drove a lot of people away. But it was my mission. It was my purpose, and I was terrified of who I would be without it. I was scared that I’d be lacking in every other aspect if I didn’t keep doing it.” 

You go silent for a minute, and Agent Hotchner’s eyes go to a spot behind your head, “The job is my Spencer.” He lets out a humorless laugh, before he scrubs a hand over his face. 

“Yep. You want to protect people. Save them. And you’re scared of who you’ll be without it. You need to find balance before you end up like me.” 

He raises an eyebrow at that, “When Spencer told me he was joining the FBI, I didn’t speak to him for three days. Because when he told me he was joining, he also told me it was time for me to live my life. He specifically said, he didn’t want me to move to the East Coast with him. I faked it after those three days. It wasn’t fair to put my hang ups on him. But when he was gone, and I was alone, I realized just how bad off I was. I had no one. I had a few work friends, but no real connections. It took a lot of time to figure out who I am. To figure out that I deserve a life outside of being Spencer’s sister. Just like you deserve a life outside of being Agent Hotchner.” 

His fingers drum on the desk, and his tongue pokes at the side of his cheek, “When I got the divorce papers I was more upset that Haley had them served to me at work, than I was about the actual divorce. And that . . .that scared me. I started thinking about other agents I know, who would retire and have nothing left: No spouse, no kids or kids who won’t talk to them. And I realized that’s where I was headed.” 

His eyes meet yours, “I love Haley. She was everything to me, but now . . .” 

“Now, you’re hurt. You’re mad that she’s put an end to something you thought would be forever, even though you understand she’s doing what’s best for her and Jack. You drifted apart, but that doesn’t mean those ideas and plans you had disappearing hurt any less. Can I make a recommendation?” He nodds, “Speak to someone professionally. Figure out who you are, and what you want, so you don’t end up a pathetic, retired FBI agent, talking about the good old days.” 

Your teasing tone actually draws out a smile. “Have any recommendations?” 

“Ohhh no. We’re not sharing a therapist. That spells trouble.” 

His tone becomes sarcastic, “Really?” 

“Oh yeah. I mean, how am I supposed to complain about the annoying stuff you do if I know you’re talking to her?” His brow furrows in confusion and you smile, “I tend to vent about my friends in therapy especially when they do stupid stuff like challenge a serial killer on death row to a cage match.” 

“Friends?” 

“Yeah. I haven’t made too many since moving to DC, and I see a kindred spirit in you. I’m slipping backwards, and that needs to stop. Plus, when you have friends, you don’t end up staying in your office overnight, and being that scary overworked boss that people hate.” 

He gives you an incredulous look, “Excuse me?” 

You stand from your chair, “You heard me. Grab your coat. We’re going for coffee?” 

“At eleven at night?” 

You shrug, “We can get you decaf if you need it grandpa.” 

He scoffs and grabs his suit jacket, “I’m what, five years older than you?” 

“And don’t you forget it!” 

He rolls his eyes, but follows after you, stopping suddenly when you do. You turn to face him in the doorway, “When you feel that numbness come back, don’t let anger be the emotion you replace it with. That gets you in trouble. Find something happy to do. Call your son, prod Spencer for a random fact that’s going to make the rest of the team groan, have a piece of chocolate, or call a friend. But don’t let anger win. It’s how you end up with busted knuckles, and the police being called.” 

He stares at you for a second, and you can tell he’s trying to decide if he wants to hear that story, he decides not and says, “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.” 

“Good. Now are you going to be an overworked adult and order an actual caffeinated beverage or are you going to act your age?” 

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