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Circles

Hotch x Reader

warnings: none

genre: angst/fluff

w/c: 1,016

((Aaron shows up at your doorstep looking for comfort after breaking up with you.))

“Aaron, we aren’t together anymore. You can’t just show up like this. That’s not fair,” you reasoned, struggling to make eye contact with him.

---

Aaron Hotchner broke up with you about three weeks ago, just as you crested your one year anniversary. You were under the impression that everything was going very well. Aaron was smart, sensitive, and very kind. He had everything and then some. 

Aaron, on the other hand, as dramatically came to light, was worried about how his work was affecting you and your relationship. He thought that his career was getting in the way of giving you what you really deserved, and that it was best if you called it quits. He assured you that he loved you, but that you could never be together.

You were blindsided and devastated.

You had been aware of his concern about how his work stressed your relationship, but you didn’t know it would be cause for a breakup. And, you didn’t personally think it was that big of an issue. 

However, as always, when Aaron set his mind to something, there was no turning back. You two were doomed the second he decided it was over.

With that, it had been a messy three weeks; it wasn’t exactly a clean break. Since you were both still in love, it was hard to stay away. There had been many late night texts and calls, but this was the first time that you had seen him since he broke up with you. 

---

Now, it was 2:35 a.m., and he was on your doorstep, clearly fresh off the plane following a work trip. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. 

“Y/N, I know it’s not fair,” he started, shaking his head. “I can’t help myself.”

Your heart broke even further to see him like this. Aaron was generally a man who showed no emotion. Tonight, he was visibly in shambles. Something must have happened on this past case that really got to him.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, confused as to what to do. “You chose this.”

You hated being difficult with him. You still loved him. You wanted him to need you. But, you also wanted to maintain your dignity. He made it very clear when he broke up with you that it was over.

“I just wanted to protect you. I want to give you everything, but, realistically, I can’t,” he shook his head. “I really love my job. But, I also really love you.”

You both knew that there was nothing you wanted more than to welcome him in - Aaron was everything to you - which was exactly why you didn’t know how to react. Aaron was a gentleman at his core; you trusted that he would never show up like this if he wasn’t desperate.

“I just got back from a case. It was brutal, and it did not end well. I can’t go home,” he implored. “I can’t go home knowing that you aren’t there.”

His eyes screamed for help. It was dark and cold, and he had driven directly to your house. You couldn’t send him away.

“Okay, come in,” you gave in, moving out of the doorframe so that he could enter.

He audibly sighed a sigh of relief, picking up his bag from his side and entering the house.

As you shut the door behind him, all you could think about was how badly you wanted to comfort him. You still felt like Aaron deserved your love and support, even if he did break your heart. He only wanted what’s best for you. 

Knowing Aaron would never initiate contact, as he knew he was pushing his luck, you made the first move. As you latched on to his arm, he dropped his bag to the ground in response to the contact. You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, and he responded in kind, strong arms embracing your middle.

His heart was beating almost out of his chest, and, so was yours. Part of you felt like you would never see him again, let alone feel him beneath you.

“I know I need to fix this,” he began, squeezing you tighter. “It was so stupid to break up with you. I can’t live without you. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You both stood there for a moment in each other’s arms. Tears started to well in your eyes. You never imagined he would come back, and never ever under these circumstances.

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow,” you decided, pulling away to wipe the tears from your eyes. “Come to bed.”

Aaron instantly grabbed his bag. He took a moment to make sure the front door was locked and then quickly followed you up the steps to your bedroom.

You climbed into bed immediately, retreating to the left side like you always did when you shared a bed with Aaron. 

He stopped in the doorframe. “You know, I would understand if you wanted me to sleep in the guest room,” he suggested, voice tired, reaching to undo the knot of his tie.

Patting the empty side next to you, you replied, “Get changed and come to bed.”

A weight visibly lifted off his shoulders when you invited him in. He set his stuff down and prepared for bed, like he had done so many times before.

Your eyelids grew heavy. You rolled over just to rest your eyes until Aaron got into bed. 

After a few minutes, you felt Aaron join you. He immediately found your waist, pulling you closer to him. He took a deep breath, releasing much of the stress he had built up over the past few days. His hand wandered through your hair, tucking the stray pieces behind your ear. 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said softly in your ear, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. “I promise I’m going to make this right.”

“Promise you’ll never leave me again,” you mumbled, half asleep.

“I promise,” he obliged, lacing his fingers with yours as you both fell asleep.

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In His Arms

Morgan x Reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff

w/c: 1,002

((You get spooked by a stranger on your way to Derek’s apartment.))

“Come on, baby. It’s alright. Just tell me what happened,” Derek urged, his thumb rubbing circles into your hand.

“No, no,” you dismissed him, “it’s really not a big deal.”

Earlier on your walk to Derek’s apartment, a man started following you, and, eventually, he cornered you. He started to taunt you, saying how gorgeous you were, how lucky your boyfriend was, things of that nature. Luckily, nothing else came of it. Some other people started to walk by, which distracted him, and you were able to scurry away.

You made it out unscathed, but you were still incredibly scared by the situation. You arrived at Derek’s apartment in a huff, clearly having rushed there. You were almost speechless; you couldn’t process what had just happened.

And, ever the profiler, he knew that something was off the second he laid eyes on you. 

You and Derek had been dating for some time now. You told Derek everything - it was hard not to, with him being a profiler and everything. He knew you like the back of his hand, and you him. He could practically predict your every move. 

The longer you and him were together, the more protective he got. It wasn’t suffocating or controlling; it was a pure concern for your safety. That was how he showed his love for the people around him. He knew that was the one thing he could give that everyone needed. With that, took your safety incredibly seriously. He always assured you that if you saw what he did on a daily basis, that you would be protective as well. 

In fact, it was rare that you ever came to Derek’s apartment like this. He always either came to you or picked you up. You had insisted that you could make it on your own today, which was part of the reason why you were so hesitant to tell him.

Immediately concerned, he guided you to the couch, where you and him now sat with a blanket over you. Arm around you, trying to make you as comfortable as possible, he questioned you as to why you weren’t yourself. “Angel, whatever it is, you can tell me,” he stressed, his brown eyes brimming with concern.

You knew it was only a matter of time before you told him everything. Not only was he a trained interrogator, but, more importantly, he also was the only person in the world that you wanted to comfort you.

Your eyes briefly met his. His eyes begged to learn what was wrong, to try to fix it for you. 

“Well, on my way here,” you gushed, the information coming all at once, “a guy cornered me on the street. He was following me and then he was talking about how pretty I was and how lucky my boyfriend was and what he would do if he was my boyfriend and a whole bunch of weird stuff like that. But I got away. It was just scary, that’s all,” you shook your head, looking down at your hands. “I’m just spooked. I’ll be okay.”

A switch flipped in his brain. He went from concerned to territorial in a matter of seconds. His entire body language changed. His arm gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him, so that you were completely surrounded by him.

“Baby, look at me,” he said with a serious tone. “Did he touch you?”

“No, no,” you answered honestly, eyes now locked with Derek’s. 

“Did he take anything?” 

“No, nothing,” you told him. “Like I said, he cornered me. He was just talking the whole time, and then a crowd of people came by and it caught him off guard and I ran away.”

It was uncomfortable saying it out loud. Tears rushed to your eyes. You moved closer to Derek, resting your head on his chest. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He pulled the blanket further up over your shoulders. “I’m sorry that happened. And I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”

You knew this would upset him. He was so used to being SSA Derek Morgan that he could never accept that sometimes things would happen that he couldn’t control. And, you knew your tears didn’t help him to feel any better, either. 

“It’s not your fault. I was the one who insisted I could walk anyway,” you breathed out between tears. “I’ll get over it. I’m just a little shaken up.”

“Don’t cry. This isn’t your fault, either,” he cooed, using his thumb to lovingly wipe the tears off your face. “It’s okay to be shaken up, but you’re safe here with me now.”

Derek so gracefully balanced his aggressiveness with his kind heart. 

The tears slowed. You sat contently with your head on Derek’s chest, taking a moment to close your eyes and recollect yourself. You couldn’t even remember why you were coming to his apartment in the first place.

“Why don’t we just stay in and watch a movie here tonight. I’ll take care of you,” he proposed, hand returning to your waist. That’s right - you were going to see a movie.

“That sounds good,” you agreed with a deep breath. 

Reaching for the remote on the side table next to him, he first offered it to you: “Do you want to pick?”

Always a gentleman. 

“No, you can pick,” you murmured, resting against his chest. Your hands latched onto his shirt. 

His heart was running circles beneath your ear. He was always putting on a facade of being a big, strong FBI agent, but he was still human at the end of the day. His heartbeat revealed you how much you meant to him. 

“Can I stay here tonight?” you chimed, raising your head just enough to see his eyes.

“Baby, you never have to ask,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I love when you stay over.”

Secure in his arms, you closed your eyes before ever seeing what movie he chose and drifted to sleep. 

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I’ve noticed that Morgan doesn’t seem to have a lot written about him.... is this because people aren’t interested? Do people prefer stuff about Hotch and Reid? Let me know your thoughts! I plan on doing a lot of writing over break :) 

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Safety Net

Hotch x Reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff

w/c: 1,159

((Hotch thinks it would be safer if you spend a few nights at his place))

“Aaron, really, there’s no need,” you shook your head. “I don’t want to be a burden. I’m sure I’ll be fine here.”

“You’re never a burden,” he looked at you, eyes piercing through you, as they always did. “I insist. You can stay with me.” 

---

Recently, there had been a string of burglaries in your neighborhood. Someone was breaking into homes, mostly during the day, and stealing money and valuables. 

This news made you nervous. A single woman who lived alone, you always feared a variety of scenarios, including a home invasion. However, there were always dangers to life, and you didn’t see a reason to stop your normal life in response to it. 

In contrast, the burglaries made your boyfriend, SSA Aaron Hotchner, much more worried. Ever since the story first broke, he had been following it, keeping you up to date on every move and turn. He even came over to your house and installed a few extra locks and some lights with timers. 

One part of you thought he was overreacting a little bit. No one had been hurt in the process of the robberies. The other part of you trusted Aaron’s judgement and figured that, if he worried, you should do as he recommended. 

And, you couldn’t fight the warm and fuzzy feeling that it gave you to see him so worried about your safety.

Today, something must have tipped Aaron over the edge, because he arrived at your house in a rush after work, insisting that you pack a bag and stay at his apartment for the time being. 

He barely greeted you at the door, instead immediately urging you into your bedroom and pulling a suitcase out of your closet, instructing you to pack a bag to spend a few nights at his apartment. 

---

“Aaron, is everything alright?” you said softly, drawing nearer to him and taking his hand in yours. “No one has been hurt yet. Do you think it’s going to get worse?”

His eyes dropped, the worry clearly shining through them.

“I’m sorry,” he pulled you into his chest, his hand cradling your head. “I don’t mean to stress you. I understand that it doesn’t seem like much. And I don’t know if it will get worse. But I can’t take any chances. I need you. If it’s going to get worse, I can’t have it getting worse with you.”

Your heart dropped. Aaron battled so much everyday; you didn’t even know a fourth of it. He always made it clear how much you helped him through things, even if you didn’t understand it. 

“Don’t apologize,” you sympathized, pulling back to look at him. He looked tired and worn down. “It’s really going to be hard to spend a few nights cuddled up with my tall, dark, and handsome boyfriend, but I guess I can do it. For my own safety.” 

A twinge of happiness sparked in his eyes. “Thank you,” he nodded, tapping your hip, signaling you to pack your bag. 

You obliged, quickly getting some toiletries and clothes together and grabbing your dry cleaning from the closet. 

“You set?” Aaron asked, taking your bag in his hand and leading you down the steps. “Make sure you have everything.”

After putting your things in the trunk, Aaron locked the front door of your house, before quickly getting into the car with you and driving off. 

You sat quietly as he drove, checking your purse at your feet to make sure you had everything you needed. 

“Y/N, look at me,” Aaron sighed, reaching over to hold your hand in his. “I’m sorry that I’m doing this, sweetheart,” he brought your hand to his mouth to give it a soft kiss. “I promise it’s just me being paranoid. I just want to take care of you.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” you assured him. It was clear that Aaron was struggling with this. He hated bringing his work into his personal life, but it was almost impossible for him not to. “I appreciate that you want to keep me safe. It’s no problem to spend a few nights at your place.”

In fact, you loved spending the night at Aaron’s house. It was, for one, much nicer than yours. It was clean, organized, and calm. And, it smelled like him.

---

Aaron’s demeanor immediately changed as you two entered his house. He seemingly felt much more comfortable knowing that you were always just a few feet away. 

He brought your things upstairs, and you both changed into your pajamas. It was already almost 10 p.m. You didn’t realize how late he got to your house. 

You puttered down to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water. It was only a matter of moments before you were greeted by Aaron wrapping his arms around you from behind, peppering kisses down your neck. “Can we go to bed? I’m tired,” Aaron pleaded in your ear. He got adorably clingy and lovey when he was tired.

Without a word, you pecked Aaron on the cheek and linked your hand with his, guiding him up the steps.

As you neared his bedroom, his hands surprised you, turning you toward him. His lips eagerly met yours with a soft, deliberate embrace. You felt the intention in his kiss; all the frustration he kept cooped up inside.

He backed you up to his bed, softly laying you down. His muscular figure hovered over you. His lips started at your mouth and trailed down your neck, seemingly not leaving one patch of skin untouched.

“I love you,” he huffed between kisses. “I’m sorry I put you through so much.”

He couldn’t bear break his lips off of you. He knew you understood him when he kissed you.

“Baby,” you breathed, heart pounding from the affection, “you don’t have to apologize. I love when you take care of me.”

He gently placed one last kiss on your neck, rolling over on to his side. You turned to meet him, and, within seconds, Aaron had totally engulfed you in his arms, tucking you closely against his chest. It’s like he couldn’t get you close enough. 

“Do you think I’m overbearing?” he asked, mouth gracing your forehead with a few leftover kisses. He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it.

“Not at all,” you smiled, taking in a deep breath of his cologne. “I think you know how dangerous the world is and want to protect me from it. And I think that you’re an amazing boyfriend and that I’m very lucky to have someone who cares about me so much.”

Finally a smile broke through his stoney exterior. He shifted onto his back, pulling you with him, so that you were resting on his chest.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he sighed, his breathing steadying below you.

“I’m glad you did,” you agreed.

Before you knew it, you were both fast asleep.

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Mine

Morgan x Reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff

w/c: 1,242

((You and Morgan have been dating for a few months, and it’s time to make it official))

“Y/N,” You heard Derek Morgan’s booming voice from behind you, a strong hand meeting your lower back, “can I walk you home?”

You met Derek a few months ago at a dinner party held by a mutual friend - an obvious setup, as your friend had been trying to set you two up for months. And, she was right. Sparks flew immediately. He was charming, smart, and fun; it matched perfectly with your bubbly wit. Ever since that night, it had been phone calls, dinner dates, movie nights, nights out on the town; anything to spend time together. 

You hated to admit it, but you were head over heels in love with notorious ladies’ man Derek Morgan. 

You didn’t want to like him. Everything about him screamed that it was too good to be true. He was handsome, rugged, charismatic. Worst of all, he knew it. But, you couldn’t help it. The connection between you two was so genuine and warm. From your first date, you knew he was the one. 

Tonight, you two were leaving a dinner party, just like the first night you met. Even though you two had been seeing each other for about eight months now, Derek was always chivalrous. You both thanked your gracious hosts for the lovely night and turned for the door. 

“You know, I can take care of myself,” you teased, looking up at him, eyebrows raised. He helped you pull your coat over your shoulders and tucked your scarf around your neck. 

“I know you can, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “I’ll just keep you company.” 

You knew he would not be leaving your side until you got home, no matter what your answer may be. Overprotective was almost too mild of a word to describe Derek. It was a side effect of his job. He knew just how dangerous the world was, and he would go to almost any length to protect you from it. 

“Fine,” you shrugged playfully, linking your arm with his, safely tucked into his side as you braced the brisk autumn night. “You can walk me home. But don’t get any ideas.” 

You sensed a smile grow on his face. He was a romantic to the core, even though he didn’t always present like one. He never missed an opportunity to open a door for you, buy you flowers or chocolates, or watch you fall asleep in his arms. 

“That was really fun,” Derek began, just as you two safely cleared the block, out of earshot of anyone else who could have been at the party. “I really don’t like Mike, though. Something’s off about that guy.” You couldn’t help but smile. He could never stop being a profiler. “And do you feel like he pays too much attention to you?”

Ding, ding, ding! A profiler, yes, but a man to his core.

“Derek,” you lamented, “we went on one date two years ago. He never bothers me. Everyone knows I’m with you. I only want you.” Your hand slid down his arm, intertwining your fingers with his. 

“Baby, baby,” he affirmed tenderly, “it’s not you that I’m worried about.” He slowed his pace, gently pulling you to the inside of the sidewalk, one hand meeting your waist, the other continuing to hold yours. “I worry about him. He’s always so obviously on his best behavior when I’m around. I worry about when I’m not around. I can’t tell what’s on his mind.” His big brown eyes refused to break contact with yours. You knew these concerns were coming from a genuine place. He was fiercely protective over the people that he loved, and you felt lucky to be one of those people. 

“I rarely ever see him when you aren’t around, and I never see him outside of a group setting. I promise,” you assured him, thumb starting to rub circles on his hand. You and Derek spent a lot of time apart. He was gone very frequently for work, leaving you alone. You hated it, of course, but you were growing to accept it. “You don’t need to worry about me. It’s okay.”

“I’m always going to worry about you, angel. I want to keep you safe.” You knew how much Derek struggled to balance his love for his job with his love for you.

“Sounds like someone is just jealous,” you teased, smile dripping down your face. You started to walk again, pulling him in the direction of your apartment. “Let’s go,” you urged, “I want you to get me home and take me inside. I’m cold.” 

Spark igniting in his eye, he grinned, “I am not jealous,” and snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you in front of him as the sidewalk started to crowd. You stopped at a crosswalk, his strong arm keeping you flush against him. He leaned down to whisper into your ear: “I just don’t like how he looks at you. You’re my girl.”

You froze in your tracks; your face flushed red at his voice in your ear. You could tease, but Derek always trumped you. He always knew exactly what to say to stop you dead in your tracks. 

The crosswalk changed, and he let out a small chuckle, gently pushing you forward as the crowd started to move. 

All you could do was reach around your back, wrapping his arm around your waist for the short remainder of the walk. You loved being Derek’s girl, no matter what the struggles associated with that were.

“You know, we aren’t even officially together,” you mused, eyes immediately darting to his face. You wanted to see what his reaction would be. It had been on your mind for a while now. Derek was adamant that it was dangerous to publicly be in a relationship with someone in his line of work, but you wanted the title so bad.

“I’ve been thinking about that,” he admitted, pausing at the bottom of the stoop outside of your apartment. “Maybe we should be. I think Mike would get the picture if he knew you were Derek Morgan’s girlfriend.” His hands tucked around your waist. “Is that what you want, baby?”

You brightened at the idea, hands grabbing on to his coat. “I would really like that,” you nodded. “I know you think it’s dangerous, but, I really want to be your girlfriend.”

His eyes softened, and he took your face in his hand. Your heart started to skip - moments where Derek resigned being an FBI agent and was solely himself were few and far between. You knew this was one of those moments. 

“You know I can’t say no to you, babygirl,” he confessed. “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” 

You immediately started to nod, and, before you could get a word out, Derek scooped you into his arms, meeting your lips with his. You could feel that he had wanted to do this for a long time. 

"Thank you,” you gushed as he released you, still catching your breath. You couldn’t fight the grin on your face. No one had ever made you feel as happy and secure as you did with Derek. You didn’t even know it was possible until you met him.

“Don’t thank me, baby. I love you. I wanted this just as much as you did. No matter what I said,” he nodded, hand gently tracing your cheek. 

“I love you, too.” 

“Now, let’s get my girlfriend inside.” 

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My semester is almost over! I'd love some requests to work on over the break 

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TLC

Reid x Reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff

w/c: 752

((Your boyfriend Dr. Spencer Reid gets back from a hard case and needs some TLC))

Right as you felt yourself fading into sleep, the blaring ring pulled you back to reality.

"Spencer?" you answered, voice hoarse with sleep.

"Y/N," he greeted with a heavy sigh. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's okay, honey," you assured, leaning over and turning on the light next to you. "Are you alright? Did you make it home okay?"

Spencer had been away on a case for a week. He usually only checked in once a day or so, but for the entirety of this case you had barely heard from him. This worried you - Spencer always took cases so hard, and you wanted to be able to support him through it. But if he didn't open up to you, there was no way for you to help.

"Yes, everything is fine," he said, but the heaviness in his voice suggested otherwise. "But, well, I didn't want to scare you with the doorbell, but I'm outside. Sorry it's so late, I really want to see you."

"I'm on my way down," you affirmed, hanging up and throwing your phone onto the nightstand.

You jumped out of bed, pulling on a sweatshirt of Spencer's before you headed downstairs to the door. You were worried. Spencer had never been one for spontaneity. A genius like him had almost everything planned and predicted down to the second. He had never showed up to your door with such little warning.

You opened the door, quickly met by Spencer's warm brown eyes, which carried a load of sadness with them today.

He immediately started to speak. "I'm sorry to come by so late and ruin your sleep," he shook his head.

You grabbed his hand, pulling him inside.

He continued to talk: "This past case was awful. I mean awful. And the only thing I could think about while I was there was how much I missed you and how much I wished you were there and how I knew that, if you were there with me, you would have made me feel better."

He dropped your hand and wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head against his chest.

"Spence, it's okay," you said softly, rubbing his back with your hand.

But he continued as if you hadn't said anything. "And I felt awful, but I couldn't even get myself to talk with you, because it just made me miss you more. I've never had anyone like you in my life before. I need you."

You were caught off guard. Spencer was rarely so candid with his feelings, and this was a big declaration for him.

You leaned back a little, just enough so you could look up at him. Bringing a hand to his face, you gently stroked your thumb against his cheek. "You don't need to apologize for anything," you shook your head, eyes tracking his handsome face. "I'm glad you feel that way, because I feel the same. I really can't imagine a life without you anymore."

A smile started to tug at Spencer's mouth as you spoke. He'd known so much struggle in his life, and you were a strong, warm retreat for him.

"That's good," he breathed, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

You smiled, propping up onto your tippy toes and bringing your lips to his. He took over, his hand guiding your head closer, his soft yet dominant lips gliding against yours.

You already felt him starting to relax as he pulled back.

"Can I stay here tonight?" he asked, a little desperation in his voice.

"You can stay any night you want," you grinned, lacing your fingers with his.

Spencer made sure the front door was locked before dropping his hand to your lower back, leading you up the stairs to your bedroom.  

Spencer already had a drawer at your house, so he helped himself into some comfier clothes. You crawled back into bed, happy that you would be sleeping with him by your side.

He joined you in bed, eyes heavy with sleep. It looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

He snuggled up next to you, laying his head in the crook of your neck. His big hands trailed your body, from your face to your thigh, almost has if he was trying to make sure you were real.

“Y/N,” he whispered, lips peppering your neck with kisses, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Also, you look really good in my sweatshirt.”

taglist //// @ciniluv​

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last call

Hotch x Reader

warnings: none!

genre: fluff 

w/c: 870

((here you and Aaron recently broke up because it seemed like the best and safest option, but someone is still after you because they know it will get to Aaron))

“Aaron?” Your voice shook into the phone.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” He asked, concern heavy in his voice.

“I-I’m sorry to call so late, but someone just rang my doorbell, and now I think they’re walking around the outside of the house,” you recounted. You had gotten out of bed and instead moved into your closet, turning off the light and sitting quietly on the ground.

You heard Aaron rustling on the other end of the phone.

“I’m coming over there. Stay on the phone,” he instructed. “I’m only five minutes away.”

Being Aaron’s girlfriend had put you in danger before - more times than he would like to admit. It was part of the reason why you broke up. One of many work-related reasons. You were sick of being up all night for nights in a row wondering where he was and if he was safe. And he knew he couldn’t give you the life you wanted, and he sure couldn’t give you the life you deserved.

You and Aaron had only been broken up for a few months, and it had been hard on both of you. There were still a lot of late night texts and personal items to be exchanged, because neither of you wanted to break up. It just felt like what had to be done.

While you were broken up, some odd things were still happening. You’d been receiving gifts and letters from “anonymous” for a few months now, starting before you and Aaron split up. It was a huge stressor on your relationship. He thought it had something to do with him, and he couldn’t bear the thought of putting you into harm’s way.

This was definitely an escalation, however, and you were terrified. 

Your breathing started to heavy as tears welled up in your eyes. Aaron immediately recognized the sound, as he’d heard it many times before.

“Sweetheart, please don’t cry. It’s going to be alright,” he sympathized, the emotion straining through his voice. “I’m about to be there. I promise.”

The doorbell rang again. Aaron heard it through the phone and didn’t give you the chance to speak.

“Y/N, it’s okay,” Aaron assured. His voice was the biggest comfort in your life. “I’m pulling into your driveway now. I’m going to hang up, but I promise I’m on my way inside to get you. I promise.”

The humming engine pulled into your driveway and turned off. Just two or three minutes passed between Aaron’s car door slamming shut and what you would have sworn to be a car screeching away. But, still too scared to move, you remained crouched in the closet until Aaron got up there.

You heard footsteps coming down the hallway, and all you could do was freeze and pray that it was Aaron.

“Y/N?” Aaron asked. You looked up to see his tall figure towering over you. 

You sprung off the ground and into his arms. The second your face hit his chest, the well of tears in your eyes that you’d been trying to fight started to waterfall. Aaron encapsulated you in his arms. One hand held your head tight against his chest, and the other softly dipped under your shirt, rubbing small circles onto your back.

“You’re alright,” he cooed, gently moving you back toward the bed. He sat on the edge and pulled you onto his lap, still cradling your head into his chest.

He was dressed in sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt; he had clearly jumped out of bed and directly into his car.

“You were right that someone was definitely out there,” he sighed. You almost felt the guilt radiating off of him. “But I definitely spooked him. He wasn’t ready to face me yet,” Aaron continued.

You hadn’t spoken a word. Both of you knew this meant trouble. There was no way you could stay at your house any longer.  

All you could force out between sniffles was: “Please stay.”

“Of course,” he hummed, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

He tapped you gently on the back, which you knew was a signal to climb into bed. You got back into bed, where you had been lying just a few minutes earlier in a much different situation. Aaron got in on the other side, just as he had done many times before.

You attached yourself to Aaron, head on his chest and leg draped over his. You were exhausted, and you knew the only way you were going to get even a wink of sleep was to be held by him. He wrapped one arm around your waist and used the other hand to gently play with your hair.

You heard Aaron’s heart beating fast under you.

“You know, Y/N,” he sighed, his arm somehow gripping you tighter, “I really miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” you agreed, a small smile tugging at your lips. You were glad that Aaron hadn’t moved on. 

“We’ll talk more about this tomorrow,” he continued as your eyes started to flutter closed.

He gave you one last kiss on the forehead. You fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and his hand gently playing with your hair.

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the good neighbor

Hotch x Reader

warnings: mentions of a past abusive relationship

genre: this is just a warm platonic oneshot : ) 

w/c: 1,027

(here you just moved to escape an abusive relationship. your BAU profiler neighbor sees you moving in and has you totally figured out even before meeting you. his natural protective instinct kicks in, and he wants to help you.)

“Excuse me, miss?” You heard a deep voice call from behind you. You had just grabbed a box from your trunk.

You turned to be met with a man who was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. He was maybe twenty or so years older than you.

“Yes?” You stuttered out, hoping your weren’t too visibly flustered.

“I’m your next door neighbor. My name is Aaron,” he smiled, extending a hand to shake. You looked down apologetically at the box you held in your hands. “Right, sorry,” he nodded.

“I hate to intrude, but I live right next door, and I had just watched you struggle with your stuff for too long. I feel bad that you’re doing this all on your own. Can I give you a hand?”

While you certainly needed help, you were hesitant to let a stranger into your home. Maybe you were overly cautious, but you just hated the idea of spoiling your new place by letting a stranger in on the first day. You had moved to escape an abusive relationship. It took you two years to work up the courage to leave, and this was your escape.

You had never been fond of older men. You dad left when you were eleven, and, even before that, he was never much of a dad. However, there was something different about Aaron. His energy was so calm and sweet that, for some reason, you really felt like you could trust him. Plus, you were tired from carrying all those boxes.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be too forward. I promise I’m not a creep,” he nodded, a very serious look on his face. It was almost like he could read your mind. “I’m in the FBI. I work in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I can show you my badge if you want.”

You smiled, the box weighing down your arms. “No, no. Don’t be silly. I’ll take your word for it,” you shook your head, not able to take your eyes off his ruggedly handsome face. You knew he probably had you all figured out, if he worked for the behavioral group or whatever he called it, but you didn’t mind. There was something very alluring and very comforting about him.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, a smile tugging at your lips. You hated to already be so taken with this guy.

“You actually could take this box,” you huffed, shuffling toward the much taller man.

“Of course,” he obliged, easily taking the box from you. “Just let me know where it goes. I’ll follow you inside.”

You grabbed some bags and a small tv from your car and led him into the house. It was a small ranch, and it was a little outdated, but you loved it. You couldn’t wait to restart your life a little bit.

“This is a lovely place,” Aaron commented. You turned to him, a big grin plastered on your face. Again, it was almost like he could read your mind.

You stuttered out, “Thanks. I agree.”

Noticing your stuff in his arms, you said, “Oh, sorry. You can let that down anywhere.” The living room was cluttered with all your random things.

He placed the box down amongst your other things. You didn’t have much. You moved out of your ex’s in a hurry and tried not to take anything that would cause him to come looking for it. You had only unboxed one thing: a picture of you and your little brother, which was already hanging on the wall.

You wished you had more to say to him, but between his kindness, his good looks, and his seemingly very good ability to read you, you were taken back by him. Especially because, no matter how warm and kind his eyes were, he was almost impossible to read.

“Who is this?” He asked, noticing the picture on the wall.

“That’s my little brother Matt. It was really hard to move away from him,” you nodded, trying to fight the tears that were welling in your eyes. You couldn’t believe you would turn into such a wreck in front of a total stranger. “But, it needed to be done,” you finished, able to stifle the tears.

Aaron responded with a considerate smile, as if he knew exactly what you were talking about.

He had caught you at the tail end of your moving, so after three or four trips, you were all done, thanks to the help of your new friend.

“Thank you so much, Aaron,” you smiled, huffing as you took a seat on your front stoop.

To your surprise, he took a seat next to you.

“You’re welcome,” he nodded, towering over you even when you were both sitting. You could tell he was probably a man of few words.

“Can I give you some money or something? I feel bad. You were such a help,” you mused, looking over at him. You didn’t have much money to give him, but you could scrape something up for the help.

“No, no,” he shook his head, looking down at his hands. “Do you have a job here?”

“I have a waitressing job lined up just to make ends meet for a while,” you nodded, “and I’m going on some other interviews to try to find something else.” You had no clue why you were telling him all this.

“I should really get going,” he announced, standing up from his seat.

“But, Y/N, if you ever need anything,” he continued, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a business card, “I’m just a phone call away. My cell phone is on there.”

Glancing at the card in your hand, you couldn’t believe you were looking at the real FBI logo. Stamped just under it was: “SUPERVISORY SPECIAL AGENT AARON HOTCHER, UNIT CHIEF, BEHAVIORAL ANALYSIS UNIT.” While you had no clue what that meant, you knew it was important.

“Thank you so much,” you looked up at him, a delicate smile forming on your face.

As he began down your driveway, he turned to say, “I mean it. Absolutely anything. And I’ll be checking in on you.”  

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honorary agent

Reid x Reader

warnings: brief mentions of violence 

genre: fluff, angst 

w/c: 1,114

(here you are Reid’s girlfriend and match the unsub’s type perfectly so the team sends you in as a decoy)

“Y/N? It’s Garcia. You’re on speaker with the team.”

“Um, hey you guys,” you said, very confused as to what they could all want to talk to you about. While you had been around the team plenty of times since you started dating Spencer a year ago, it was very odd for them to all call you personally in the middle of a case.

“Y/N? It’s Aaron. I want you to come down to the office and join us. If you’re comfortable with it, I think you would be the perfect decoy to catch our unsub. We would just have you walking down an empty street and wait for him to jump out at you. It wouldn’t be too danger-“

Aaron was immediately cut off by Spencer. “It wouldn’t be too dangerous?” His voice was strained, as if they had been arguing about this for a while. “It’s way too dangerous. She has no training and no experience. And she would have to go in there alone. I’m not letting this happen.”

“Y/N, I know it sounds scary, but we would have you completely covered. This would help save so many other girls,” Aaron said to you, seemingly ignoring Spencer’s complaints.

“Emily or JJ can do it,” Spencer retorted. You hated hearing him so distressed.

“You know they cant do it, Reid. They don’t fit the profile. Y/N is just his type,” Aaron responded, getting louder as he turned his attention back to you. “It would just take a few minutes, Y/N. We would get you in there with a mic and a vest and pull you out as soon as possible.”

You were nervous, but, you had been dating Spencer for a year now, and, with that came the team. If Aaron thought it would be safe for you to do, then you were willing to do it. You trusted that they knew what they were doing and that they would absolutely have your back.

“I’ll do it,” you confirmed, immediately met with a sigh from Spencer. You’d always been too stubborn for your own good.

“Very good,” Aaron chimed in. You heard the team immediately springing into action. “We’ll pick you up in 20.”

-----

Your doorbell rang. You quickly moved to the door, opening it to see Spencer, Derek, and Aaron.

Spencer did not look happy, but there was no time for him to speak before Aaron started with the plan.

“Y/N, put this vest on under your clothes and then we will be ready to go,” Hotch instructed, handing you the vest.

Before you could turn to go to change, Spencer was behind you, hand on your back, pushing you into the hall bathroom.

Spencer closed the door, starting, “Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to. There are other agents and there are other ways to get this guy.” You had never seen him so frazzled.

“Listen,” you said, pulling your shirt over your head, “if I fit the profile perfectly, and if Aaron I can do it safely, I’ll do it.”

You saw a wave come over Spencer; he knew you weren’t going to back down.

You put your arms over your head, saying, “Please help me put the vest on?”

Without saying a word, he grabbed the vest and pulled it over your head, and went one step further to put your shirt back on, tucking it into your jeans so it wasn’t extremely obvious what you were wearing underneath.

You tried to take a step toward the door. You were blocked by Spencer, who cupped your face in his hands.

In a low, serious voice, he said, “Now, listen to me. Be safe out there. Be very vigilant. And don’t second guess what we tell you to do. Do you understand?”

You had never seen him like this. Eyes wide, you nodded in consent.

He got a little softer, leaning in and resting his forehead on yours. “I love you. And you’re coming home with me tonight.”

With that, Derek yelled from the front door that you needed to leave immediately.

-----

You had been prepped the whole way there, earpiece and all. The team would be in your ear the entire time and would pull you out the second they saw the unsub.

Spencer was riding in a different car, but he couldn’t even say a word to you over the earpieces.

They dropped you off two blocks from where they planned the unsub to find you.

You started to walk to the location, hearing everyone buzzing in your ear as they got into place.

Still a block away, you heard rustling behind you. Feeling a little paranoid, you turned to see what was happening.

All you saw was a shadowy figure.

With that, everything went black.

-----

“Y/N? Y/N?”

Your eyes slowly creeped open to see Spencer and Emily hovering over you.

“Oh, thank God,” Spencer gushed, visibly taking a huge breath.

“Wh- what happened?” You croaked, sitting up and instantly reaching out for Spencer.

He took off his jacket, wrapping you in it and gently bringing you closer to him so that you were leaning on him.

He supported your head in his hand, cradling you against his side. “The unsub was onto us and struck a block too early. He knocked you out. Luckily Morgan got there just in time,” Spencer explained. You looked over at Derek, who gave you a soft nod in exchange for your weak smile.

“So that’s why my head kills,” you said, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. “I’m glad you guys got him, though. Mission accomplished.” You knew it was a corny line, but it drew a laugh from Spencer and Emily.

“Great work, Y/N. You’re an honorary agent now,” Emily winked, getting up to leave you with Spencer.

“Spence, I’m really sorry,” you conceded, eyes fluttering in his direction. “I probably shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, no,” he retorted, nodding his head, “I was way too hard on you. You did great, and you saved who knows how many girls. You should be proud.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“That being said,” he continued, his hand slowly rubbing your back, “you are absolutely never doing that ever again.”

You laughed, nodding your head very slightly. You agreed that it was probably best that this work was left to the professionals.

“Now, let’s get you checked out by a medic,” Spencer instructed, helping to pull you up off the ground, “and then I’ll be taking my girl home. And you’re staying at my apartment for at least two nights. At least.”

How could you argue with that?

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sparks fly

Reid x Reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff : ) 

w/c: 971

“Hello?” Spencer answered on the other end, not letting the phone ring more than once.

You were on your tiptoes, spying through the peephole on the door of your apartment. There was a huge argument happening in the hallway outside of your door, maybe three or four doors away. It had been happening for what felt like an hour, and it didn’t seem like they would be calming down anytime soon. It was just happening too close to your door for you to be comfortable.

“Hi, Spencer,” you began, excited to talk with him, but not your normal peppy self. Spencer was your neighbor for years, but you had never met until a few months ago. Your relationship quickly metabolized into something more; you’d been on six or seven dates, and, from your perspective, things were going very well. Even though your relationship with Spencer was still new, there was something super natural about being around each other. You had accidentally bumped into each other in the hall while he was carrying in some sort of artifact skeleton or something like that, and you both felt the spark immediately. You had to make the first move, because Spencer was a little shy, but he warmed up very quickly.

“Are you hearing this fight in the hall? It’s getting pretty loud,” you huffed, still trying to see out your peephole.

“I have to admit, I’ve been listening in, because, well, it’s hard not to,” he agreed. You heard rustling beyond his phone, as if he was walking or getting ready to go somewhere. He was continuing to talk, but you couldn’t focus, because it started to get loud around Spencer, almost as if he was in the middle of the argument in the hallway.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “Y/N?” You heard from Spencer’s voice.

You immediately pulled the door open. “What are you doing here?” You questioned, peeking from behind the door, as Spencer pushed into your apartment.

He closed the door behind him, almost simultaneously pulling you into a hug. Your face was buried in his chest; he lovingly rested his head on top of yours.

“You didn’t sound like yourself on the phone,” he started, still holding you tight to his chest. His hand started to lightly play with your hair. “You sounded part intrigued by the fight, part scared by the fight, and part very tired, but probably tired not from the fight, but from work. But, regardless, I wanted to come over and check on you. I thought maybe you’d want someone to watch a movie with or something.”

You had never met anyone like Spencer before, of course, because he was utterly original, but the most striking thing to you about him was how authentic and genuine he was.

“That’s very sweet of you,” you commended, smiling into his chest. “I’m glad you’re here.” You had to pull away because you were starting to have a hard time breathing against his chest. As a sign of appreciation, you reached down and laced your fingers with his. “But didn’t you have to almost walk right through the argument to get here? You walked just straight through them fighting?”

His eyebrows perked in classic Spencer fashion, just how he did every time he was about to tell you a fact or hypothesis. “Actually, I don’t perceive anyone other than those two to be in much danger. While I am unsure exactly what they’re fighting about, in arguments like these, the only people who are in danger are usually those directly involved in the issue, like in domestic violence arguments. It’s usually so personal that they probably didn’t even see me sneak by.”

With that, he turned and, without letting go of your hand, used his other hand to double lock your apartment door.

“That being said, I don’t imagine that will make you any more comfortable with it, because just the noise itself can be very bothersome. Which is

why I came over,” he concluded, ending with a signature little smile. “Plus, I wanted to ask you on another date, so I figured now would be as good a time as any to ask. Maybe this weekend, pending we don’t get a case?”

“Well, thank you,” you smiled, lightly swinging his hand. You did feel better now that Spencer was there. The argument was still happening, but it was hard to focus on that now that you had such handsome company. “Oh, yes! I’d absolutely love that. I’m around, so just let me know.”

“But, tonight, why don’t we watch a movie? Like you said,” you nodded, tugging his arm and pulling him toward the couch.

Spencer followed without hesitation, plopping onto the couch as you searched for the remote. He propped his arm up on the couch, clearly waiting for you to sit close to him.

“Why don’t you pick? Since you so nicely came over,” you thanked, handing him the remote, “that is, as long as it’s in English or has subtitles.”

He grinned, saying, “You’re really limiting your selection, but, okay.”

You took your seat without issue, cuddling into Spencer’s side. He slid his arm around your waist, pulling you tight against his side.

“Are you still bothered by the fight outside?” He said softly, his hand rubbing lightly against your side.

“Not at all,” you cooed, your fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

You sensed a smile tugging at his mouth. “You’re welcome, Y/N.”

“Oooh, you’ll love this one,” he said excitedly, tapping your hip. “It’s in French but it has subtitles.”

You nodded against his chest, too comfortable and also too tired to speak.

He turned the movie on, bringing his hand to your hair, softly rubbing your scalp as you fell asleep.

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wildest dreams

Morgan x Reader

warnings: none : )

genre: fluff but sad-ish fluff

w/c: 1,498

When you arrived at the restaurant this morning, you found a note on your desk. Sprawled in your assistant’s handwriting was: “Derek Morgan called for you. He’s in town and wants a table for 7 for tonight. Says he’s an old friend?”

The room started to lightly spin. You never expected to hear from Derek Morgan ever again. Derek was your first love: you dated all through high school and college. When Derek got accepted into the academy, you had no intention of following him around, and he was moving away, so you mutually decided to break it off.

You spent more time than you’d like to admit wondering what could have been.

 Even though you were young, you always felt like he was the one. You’d had boyfriends after Derek, but none of them were so fun, so loyal, so handsome. You even kept up with his mom and sisters, but you never dared ask about his love life. It would hurt too much to know. But, you assumed he had moved on and started dating some supermodel or badass international spy or even a princess.

You called back, but got his voicemail. The sound of his voice, even just on his answering message, gave you butterflies. Pulling yourself together, you waited for the beep and then said, “Hey there, stranger. You have a reservation for 7 for tonight at 7:30. Let me know if that time doesn’t work. If not, I can’t wait to see you.”

‘I can’t wait to see you?’ You thought, the line circling throughout your brain at the speed of light. Was that too much? What if he didn’t feel the same way? There’s no way he would have left a message specifically for you if he didn’t want to see you.

You were successful in your own regard. It wasn’t as flashy as the BAU, but you owned a few high-class restaurants in Chicago. It was fun and it really kept you busy.

-----

7:30 came before you knew it, and, right on time, you watched a group escorted to the table reserved for Derek.

You only counted 6 seated, and certainly didn’t recognize any of them to be Derek, but you decided to go over anyway to welcome them.

“Hi all, I’m Y/N, the owner. An old friend of Derek’s. I’m so happy to have you all here.” You announced, eyes flickering around the group.

“Y/N, thank you for having us. I’m Aaron, and this is the team. Derek is parking the car,” a very serious, but handsome, dark-featured man responded to you.

Before you could respond, you saw their eyes move past you.

“There’s my girl,” Derek announced from behind you. You turned to meet him, and, before you could even see him, he had enveloped you into a hug without hesitation. You happily returned the gesture, arms wrapping around his notably buff torso.

He pulled you back slightly, hands on your waist, and quietly said, “You really look amazing,” before taking his seat at the table.

You took a second to compose yourself, as you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks.

Pulling yourself together, you turned to the group, saying, “Tonight’s dinner is on the house, so, please, enjoy. And don’t hesitate to let me know if you all need anything.” You were met with cheers from the group, and Derek winked and mouthed, “Thank you.”

You returned to the front of the restaurant, leaving them to enjoy their meal.

-----

Their waiter alerted you when the group was done with their meal, so you made your way over to their table.

“How was everything?” You mused, looking at the group who all seemed relatively pleased.

They all murmured accolades, which brought a smile to your face. You loved working in the restaurant business because you could bring people together.

They very kindly left a tip for their waiter before all gathering their things to leave. You told them they were welcome back any time and to have a safe trip back to D.C. in the morning.

Derek got up and put on his jacket, but, instead of leaving with the group, he approached you, asking, “Can I talk to you for a second? Somewhere more private.”

You nodded, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him into the back of the restaurant into your office. You couldn’t imagine what he would want to talk about, but you didn’t mind a moment alone with him. When in your office, you closed the door behind you, turning to him.

“Y/N, I feel bad for coming into your restaurant and eating for free and not spending any time with you,” he mused, “and eating an amazing meal for free, at that. I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you. I was going to ask you to sit with us, but I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

Derek could always borderline read your mind - which was probably why he was now so good at his job.

“That isn’t how I felt,” you shook your head, smile tugging at your lips. “I’m so glad that you all enjoyed your meal. And that you even thought of me when you were in town.”

“Of course I thought of you,” he stated matter of factly, as if this happened all the time.

His eyes lit up with their signature Derek Morgan sparkle, and he asked, “When do you get off? Can I walk you home?”

Not able to resist, you told him to give you 20 minutes and you would be ready to head home.

-----

Derek helped you put on your coat, and the two of you headed for the front door.

As you two stepped into the Chicago cold, a drunk regular, presumably waiting for his ride outside, tried to grab your hand, seemingly in hopes of sparking a conversation with you. You felt Derek’s demeanor change, immediately springing into protective mode, coming behind you, snaking one arm left around your waist and interlocking his other hand with yours. He pushed you both in the direction of your apartment, not even acknowledging the man.

As you two walked away, you said softly, “Derek, I’m okay.”

Derek let go of you, but laced his fingers with yours.

Conversation flowed very naturally, almost like there was no time lost. Of course, you had both been updated on each other’s lives through your families, but you hadn’t actually seen Derek in years.

“So you own a bunch of restaurants like that? You know, you’re really amazing, Y/N,” he complimented, bringing your hand to his mouth to give a soft kiss. “You always were.”

“Me? You’re the heroic FBI agent. I saw you on the news this week,” you shook your head, looking up at him. “I know you’re just being modest. You saved six kids this week.”

“My team saved six kids this week,” he corrected, clearly not open to taking the compliment.

“Regardless,” you shrugged, squeezing his hand, “it still seems like you’re doing remarkable things.”

You two walked in silence for the remaining block. You knew there was so much to say. Too much for one night. And, it hung over you both as you walked.

He dropped your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You returned the gesture, wrapping your arm around him and resting your head lightly on his shoulder.

As you got to your apartment, you softly said, “Well, this is it.”

You both stopped, just standing at the bottom of your steps for a second. You saw in Morgan’s eyes that something was gnawing at him. “Y/N,” he dragged out, “Do you think we could have worked?”

You didn’t want to answer, and he didn’t want you to, either.

Instead of answering, you leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck, laying your face in the crook of his neck. You felt his arms lock behind you, pulling you tight against him. You closed your eyes, fighting back a tear or two, taking in a deep breath of his cologne.

Without pulling back, he began: “You’re really killing it out here, babygirl. I’m proud of you.”

You didn’t say anything, not able to respond without breaking out into tears.

“And if anyone ever starts giving you any shit, I’m just a phone call away. I’m serious. They’ll regret ever being born.” You laughed into his neck, not able to fight a smile.

Dropping your arms from his neck, you looked up at him, hoping the tears in your eyes weren’t too obvious. “Alright, get out of here. You have an early flight to catch,” you played, squeezing his hand one last time.

“I’m just going to watch you get inside,” he nodded, leaning in to give you a kiss on the cheek.

And as you walked up to your door, you swore you heard him say, “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Derek Morgan,” you whispered, pushing the key into your door.

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can i go where you go?

Hotch x Reader

warnings: minor MINOR mentions of violence

genre: reallllllll fluffy 

w/c: 979

You just settled into bed, pulling the covers up under your chin. The clock read 2:54am. On any other night, you would have been in bed by now, but you had been up late finishing a brief that was due the next day. You couldn’t help but think of your boyfriend, SSA Aaron Hotchner, who was supposed to be returning from a case any moment. You wonder if he had eaten dinner that night or how his flight went or if he had gotten safely back to his apartment. 

You hadn’t talked to him much over the past few days. Not only because of your respectively very busy schedules, but also because every time you talked to him, he just didn’t seem like himself. 

He quite often played things close to the vest, but not so close, especially not with you. 

Just as you rolled over to turn off the light, your phone lit up on the nightstand. It wasn’t rare for you to get a text or email at this time. Your staff was often up all night, and you encouraged them to contact you whenever they needed. 

To your pleasant surprise, it was Aaron. “Hi sweetheart,” you chimed. No matter how tired you were, you were excited to hear from him. 

 Almost cutting you off, he said, “You’re still up.” You could hear a twinge of stress lingering in his voice. Usually by the time he made it home, he had worked through most of his remaining upset from the case. You knew this one was different, but you just didn’t know how. 

 “I need to see you,” he insisted. “I just got home. Can you come over here?” 

You could tell this couldn’t wait until tomorrow. And, you could never say no to a request like this. Aaron worked so hard, and he was such a good boyfriend. He was always your rock, and, in these rare opportunities where he needed your support, you always rushed to his side. 

 “Of course,” you said softly, already pulling yourself out of bed, “I’ll be there in 15.” 

 --------- 

 Before you could even touch your knuckles to the front door of Aaron’s house, the door swung open. “Y/n,” he said, almost with a sigh, taking a step back to look at you as you walked into the house. He didn’t take his eyes off you, even to shut and lock the door. 

 “Is every-,” you started to say, but the wind was almost knocked out of you as he barreled into you for a hug. His muscular arms engulfed you, pulling you tight against his body. His hand cradled the back of your head. 

“Aaron,” you breathed against his chest, “what’s the matter?” You weren’t fighting him by any means. You relished in his musky scent, as you hadn’t been in his arms for at least a week now. This previous case had taken up a lot of his time and energy. 

 “I missed you,” he huffed, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss on the head. While Aaron was always affectionate with you, he was acting strange tonight. 

You pulled back a little, looking up at him. He looked worried. 

“I missed you too, handsome,” you affirmed, using one of your hands to rub small circles on his back. “Is everything alright? Is the team okay? Did you save some people?” you questioned, still confused as to why he was so upset. 

 “Yes, yes, everything turned out fine,” he nodded, taking your face softly in his hand. “It’s just...” he started, his thumb gently outlining your lips, “all the victims looked exactly like you. Exactly like you. And our unsub was absolutely brutal. I found two girls who looked just like you mangled and abused. I saw you in every one of the victims, and, well, I almost had to leave because I couldn’t think objectively.” 

His hands moved down your shoulders and arms, locking around your waist. “I just always want to protect you, and I felt like I couldn’t. I felt like I was failing you over and over again.” You could see the shame in his eyes. 

“Aaron,” you sighed, shaking your head. You finally understood why he had been acting so odd and why he couldn’t even talk to you while he was working on the case.

“I’m right here,” you cooed, lifting up on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You do always protect me, and you will never ever fail me. I am very sure of that.” You never felt safer than when you were in Aaron’s arms. It tore you up to see him feel differently. 

 “Just,” he shook his head, “please stay the night.” 

Instead of responding, you pulled away, intertwining your hand with his, guiding him up the steps to the bedroom. His spare hand migrated to your waist, ensuring he was never more than a step behind you. 

You scooted into bed first, and he followed very closely behind, pulling the covers over your bodies. He immediately reached for you, pulling you practically on top of him, so that your head was on his chest and legs were intertwined with his. His arms wrapped around your waist, tightly locking you against his chest. He kept fidgeting, almost as if he was trying to somehow bring you closer to him, which was impossible at this point. 

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, assuring him, “I’m not going anywhere. Ever. I promise.” You didn’t want to start to talk and ruin the moment, as you had a tendency to do, so you let a hand escape to his hair and slowly started to rub his head. You heard his breathing start to steady beneath you. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, clearly falling asleep very quickly. “And you better keep that promise.”

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(this is my first oneshot, so if you per chance wanted to give me ANY feedback, anything at all, positive/neg/anything, please dont hesitate. :) ) 

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hey : ) i’m gonna start posting one shots on here