Why did tumblr make it to where you can’t be off of it for 5 minutes without getting back on it and it resets your page?! I remember when I’d be on a certain story and would be off tumblr a whole day and come back and it’d still be there but now it doesn’t even give you 5 minutes before it reloads, it’s so annoying especially when your reading something without liking it yet and you come back and it reloads and you can’t find it
hopping back on here to say that i need you RPF girlies to write about Role Model/Tucker Pillsbury. nothing crappy either, i need @jawllines level excellence in chat ONLY.
can i request aaron x prosecutor!reader where there's a case or smth and he's worried about her being a victim so in the middle of her preparing for an upcoming court hearing he forces her into his office. he swears it's for her safety but she's irritated and they may or may not have a little argument in front of the team 🤷🏾♀️
bonus if the unsub contacts her directly 👀
Overruled | [A.H]
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Prosecutor Fem!reader | WC: 0.8k | CW: Threats mentioned, argument, mention of death, power dynamics.
The knock on your office door was curt and authoritative. You didn’t look up from your notes, flipping through the organized chaos of case law and precedents sprawled across your desk. The highlighter cap clenched between your teeth shifted as you marked a line in a recent appellate decision, your mind already structuring the argument you would present in court.
“If it’s not an evidentiary ruling or a direct confession, I don’t have time,” you called without missing a beat, barely sparing a second to acknowledge the interruption.
The door opened anyway.
“You’re coming with me.”
That unmistakable voice had your hands freezing mid-scribble. Aaron Hotchner.
Slowly, you lifted your gaze, arching a brow. He was standing in your doorway, tie slightly loosened, his usual rigid posture even stiffer than normal. His jaw was locked, and his eyes—dark, serious, resolute—they left no room for negotiation. There was an energy about him, one you recognized as equal parts command and concern. He wasn’t here to discuss, he was here to dictate.
You exhaled through your nose, placing your pen down deliberately. “I have a hearing in less than—”
“I don’t care.”
You narrowed your eyes, fingers tightening against the polished wood of your desk. “Excuse me?”
“You’re not safe.” His voice was a low, unwavering command. “Pack up your things.”
You scoffed, leaning back in your chair, arms crossing over your chest. “Oh, that’s rich. Is this about the threats? Because unless they’ve escalated to something actionable, you know as well as I do that speculation isn’t grounds for detainment. I deal with threats all the time, Aaron. Occupational hazard.”
“This isn’t a debate, counselor,” he shot back, stepping further into the room, the movement subtle but deliberate, reinforcing his presence. “We have credible intelligence that your involvement in the Martinez case has made you a target. That’s more than enough reason to remove you from your office.”
Your fingers curled around the stack of legal briefs on your desk, grip tightening. “Credible intelligence or speculation?”
“I’m not arguing with you about this.” His tone was clipped and controlled, but you could hear the underlying frustration laced beneath his professionalism.
“Well, you’re going to have to,” you countered, standing now, matching his intensity. “Because I don’t answer to the FBI, and I sure as hell don’t answer to you, Agent Hotchner.”
Something flickered in his gaze, a fleeting flash of something you couldn’t quite place. His jaw tensed, his hands flexing at his sides as if physically restraining himself from saying something he knew he shouldn’t.
“You’re being reckless,” he ground out.
“No, I’m doing my job,” you shot back, stepping around your desk to meet him head-on. “A job that requires me to be in that courtroom tomorrow, not hidden away in protective custody like some fragile witness.”
“A job that requires you to be alive to argue it.”
The air between you crackled, the tension no longer just about your safety, but about something deeper—an unspoken battle of wills, of concern masquerading as control, of autonomy clashing with protectiveness.
And then, of course, it had to get worse.
“Uh, should we—”
You turned your head sharply at the sound of a voice, only to find the rest of the BAU team gathered near your doorway, watching the unfolding showdown with varying degrees of concern, amusement, and outright alarm.
Prentiss cleared her throat, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Should we leave you two alone, or…?”
Hotch’s jaw flexed, his already strained patience thinning. “Go back to work.”
Morgan chuckled under his breath but raised his hands in surrender, retreating with a murmured, “Man’s on a mission.”
You exhaled sharply, rubbing at your temple, frustration giving way to something more complicated.
“Aaron.”
He stiffened at the use of his first name. The team had disappeared, but the weight of the conversation remained, pressing down on both of you like an unseen force.
“I’m not asking you to like this,” he said, voice lower now, edged with something almost—pleading? “But I need you to trust me.”
Your throat tightened. You wanted to fight him on this, wanted to push back, but beneath the stubbornness was something undeniable—the quiet and insistent worry in his eyes.
“You’re going to miss my closing argument,” you muttered, trying to salvage the last shreds of control you had over this situation.
His lips pressed together, as though he were biting back the words he really wanted to say. Then, finally: “I’d rather miss it than have to give your eulogy.”
The fight drained out of you all at once. You swallowed hard. “Damn it, Aaron.”
“Pack your things.” Softer now, but no less firm.
You exhaled, shaking your head, but finally, you reached for your briefcase. The gravity of his words settled in your chest, heavier than you wanted to admit.
“Fine,” you muttered. “But if I miss my hearing, you owe me dinner.”
Jack and Urban had just turned 21, Sunni, Druski and the rest of their crew were all headed to the bar to celebrate. Urban was down and ready to party and see some girls, Jack on the other hand wasn’t really feeling it, he would have rather been at home playing some video games and having a few drinks, Maybe even be in the studio working on some lyrics. He had a song he’s been working on called ‘Whats Poppin’ He was gonna release it in a few weeks.
Destiny had just got her first big time job, she was working as a nurse at the local hospital. Her and friends were headed to the local bar to celebrate. Destiny was more of an outgoing girl, she didn’t care to show off but that didn’t mean she was easy to get with.
Jack was at the counter getting a drink and hiding from the crew, Destiny was grabbing a drink while her friends went for a smoke. They both sat by each other for a bit before Jack had enough of just sitting there checking her out. “Hey I’m Jack.” Destiny looked over and saw the cute nerdy Jack “Hi I’m destiny.” They both continued their small talk until Jack was getting pulled away by Urban. “Hey wait.. uh lemme give you my number.” Jack snagged a pen from the bar and wrote his number down on a napkin. “Oh, okay I’ll give you a text later.” Later that night they both couldn’t help but think of each other.
A week later
The week has been hectic for both Jack and Destiny, work was busy in the hospital and in the studio. Destiny had forgotten about Jack until one day she was scrolling through her contacts and saw one she didn’t recognize. “Who is this?” She thought. After a minute she remembered Jack, the cute boy she met at the bar. She decided to shoot him a text. “Hey this is Destiny, the girl from the bar :)” she waited a few minutes before she got a reply. “Hey, I thought you had forgotten about me for a minute lol” she laughed and replied. “Nah could never forget a cute face like yours lol. I’ve been busy working tho sorry.” “It’s ok, i understand completely, and i don’t think im the one with a cute face here.” He replied. She smugly rolled her eyes and texted back. “Tryna be smooth huh.” “Well is it working?” Jack texted. It wasn’t like Destiny to fall this easily for a guy, but Jack had this charm she couldn’t resist. And boy was she happy she fell for it :).
It’s crazy that when I joined this app myself and many others were crazy about Jack and now…. I personally barely read anything about him anymore and I barely see anyone write anything about him 😅
Does anyone else hate when ur looking through your followings and see all your favorite people on there who haven’t updated in months 😢🥲like where did my favorite writers go…
