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last updated: february 25th, 2025
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hotch/fem!reader (criminal minds, ajf)
hi! i’m tali! i am a 27-year-old writer from southern california. i would throw down for aaron hotchner and obi-wan kenobi. my pronouns are she/her.
you’ll find a smattering of things here, but usually you’ll find criminal minds, top gun, star wars, twilight (sorry), marvel, baseball (go dodgers!), the west wing, and pride and prejudice. i’ve included common tags in the tags for easy navigation!
my bachelors degree is in theatre production and i worked in the entertainment industry in los angeles for a few years. i am also hold a masters in international security with an emphasis in political strategy and narrative analysis. feel free to ask me about that! i’m happy to answer questions about hollywood happenings, the production process, switching careers, or current global events!
i do not give permission for my works to be reposted. if you see something, say something!
if you have a question about ajf, please read the ajf key and ajf faq thoroughly!
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fanfiction masterlist // a joyful future masterlist
ajf idea form // ajf faq
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anyone can follow this blog. in general, i usually try to keep conversational interactions with folks under 18 to a minimum. this isn’t anything personal, it’s just about keeping this a safe place for me and for you.
i tag all nsfw content with ‘nsfw.’
minors - do not interact with explicit content. i will block anyone underage who engages with explicit content after one warning.
i have a full-time job, a part-time job, and i am in a long-distance relationship! writing and blogging happens when i have free time!
i’m a dodgers fan but i’m not an asshole about it. i pinky promise. i also like baseball in the least sporty way possible. we keep our friends close and our statistics even closer.
i don’t entertain or give voice to hate or toxicity of any kind. this is a safe place for people to come and rest. hate will never be published. unless i have a funny comeback. then all bets are off.
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Hi, I just wanted to say your writing is absolutely beautiful. AJF is just one of the many beautifully written stories I’ve ever had the pleasure to experience. It’s been a while since I’ve last read it, and even though it’s been a hot minute, I’m still able to recall the excitement I had when I first read the series. That’s how poignant your writing is.
Your ability to create such beautiful, and at times, tense moments without overdramatizing it is truly amazing. You’re really able to convince the reader that we’re part of the story, and invoke emotions that the reader may not have even been expecting to feel when they first began to read the story. I was absolutely blown away by AJF when I first read it - I’ve read probably over 3x at this point, from start to finish lol.
Thank you for sharing AJF with the world. It’s obvious you put an immense amount of thought and care into the creation and organization of AJF. Thank you for especially leaving it up for us to relive or enjoy for the first time.
I hope you’re doing well! Sorry for the long message, but you’re appreciated! Thank you for AJF and your wonderful work! You’re awesome! :)
Anon it’s taken me forever to answer this but I am just so touched that I couldn’t figure out how to appropriately respond to tell you how much this means to me. I know I’ve been a bit slow lately with the updates, but it’s so heartening and exciting to hear AJF has had such an impact on your life.
I would be remiss, since you mentioned organization, if I neglected to mention @ssaic-jareau, who truly has a better grasp of the AJF continuity details than I do. I couldn’t write without Aimz.
Secret relationship fic where Reader gets flowers/candy/etc on Valentine’s from a “secret admirer” bc of an office-wide candygrams initiative and the team is busy trying to detective work to figure out who its from but SHE knows it’s from her BF Aaron
'secret' admirer
SO CUTESY 💌 cw; bau fem!reader, secret relationship, SO MUCH FLUFF and bau family banter <3 wc; 1k
Five pairs of eyes latched onto you the second you walked through the glass door. You couldn’t help but instantly notice the mix of curiosity and amusement in their stares.
Here we go.
"There she is." Morgan sauntered over, a shit-eating grin on his face. “So, who’s it from?”
You laughed gently, crinkling your eyebrows in confusion. As you peeled off your coat, you asked, "What's what from?"
"Finally!" Penelope was the next to hurry towards you, grabbing your hand and leading you right to your desk. Clearly, your usual pace wasn't fast enough for her. "Oh my gorgeous you just have to see."
A bouquet of the prettiest roses sat on your desk. Full, a soft blush color, layers folded in on themselves. Penelope was right, they were beautiful.
Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest at the sight of them, and - overwhelmed by emotion - you nearly let it slip that they were from Aaron. Luckily you managed to catch yourself just in the nick of time, but you wished it hadn’t been necessary. You valued your privacy, but at the same time, things like this made you want to brag about what a wonderful boyfriend you had.
"Happy Valentine's Day to you, huh?" Emily chuckled as you opened the envelope that accompanied the bouquet.
"I guess so." You grinned, reading the small card. It read: ‘Yours, always.’
Your smile widened, a faint flush warming your cheeks - utterly flattered. Aaron had always been the type to show how much you meant to him, and today was no exception.
"Isn't that the sweetest thing. Alluring. Sexy.” Penelope gushed, grabbing one of your files and using it to fan her face. "Whoever he is, he’s a romantic, that's for sure."
"You've read this already?" You laughed, playfully arching an eyebrow as you swiped the file back.
Penelope opened her mouth to speak, but stopped midway. Guilty. "No... kinda. I merely held it up to the light." You hummed in amusement and she let out a whine. "It's been there for nearly an hour. A terribly long hour. When the prettiest set of flowers show up, and the recipient is momentarily absent, you have to take matters into your own hands. Especially when your own love life is clogged down the drain and there's not a plumber in sight."
"No plans tonight, then?" Morgan teased.
"On the contrary, you and I will get up to all sorts of trouble." She quipped in return, causing him to cackle.
"Ah... Valentine's Day." Dave chimed in as he joined the huddle, Aaron with him. "Something I used to be good at."
"You have been married three times,” Aaron deadpanned, crossing his arms across his chest.
As Aaron spoke, your gaze latched onto his. His brown eyes were warm and bright, brimming with affection. No words passed, but you felt it all, the quiet pull between your hearts. The unspoken moments were something the two of you had perfected, whether on a case or just within earshot of the team. Stolen glances and subtle gestures were the best you could hope for if you wanted to keep your relationship under wraps.
Even with the team possibly - definitely - watching, you couldn’t hide the smile that spread across your face as you looked at him.
You'd thank him later, in more ways than one, but hopefully for the meantime you were able to relay how much you truly appreciated and loved the gesture. How much you loved him.
"I wonder who they could be from." Penelope thought aloud, scanning the bullpen. Ironically enough, her eyes landed on every person except for the very one it was. "Who was here early? Are they even on this floor?"
"Oh- I know." JJ chimed in, smirking in your direction. Leaning forward and crossing her arms on her desk, "Agent Carter from Homeland Security has the hots for you."
You shushed her, immediately dismissing her statement. You were well aware of Carter's feelings for you - he's only awkwardly flirted with you a handful of times. Each attempt was admittedly sweet, but obviously unsuccessful as your heart belonged elsewhere.
You shook your head. "No, I'm positive it wasn't him." You’d made it clear that you weren’t interested, and the last time he tried to sway you had ended so badly you were sure it was the last time.
"If not, I'm sure we can figure it out by lunch." Emily scoffed, clearly opposed to the idea that an agent would be so brazen. "Sending flowers to a profiler? He's practically begging to be discovered."
"If you want, I can organize data by floor, then narrow the possibilities to single men, and sort those from most to least likely candidates based on factors such as proximal age, interests, and number of conversations they’ve had with you since you started work here.” Spencer offered, his lips quirking upwards.
You gaped at him, though you really shouldn’t be surprised. "All before lunch?"
Penelope didn't miss a beat, raising a hand. "I can get you a list."
"On that note, if you’d all like to leave early today to make your evening plans, I suggest we focus on getting our work done." Aaron redirected smoothly, in a way that hardly hinted at any personal agenda behind his attempt to steer the conversation. "Roundtable in ten."
The team let out a collective sigh and drifted apart, eager to leave early. Dave returned to his office, the others to their desks. As she passed, Penelope patted Spencer on the shoulder, reiterating that she’d get him a list.
Meanwhile, you let out a soft laugh and remained near your flowers, unable to keep yourself from admiring them for just one more long moment before you got swept up in the workday. As you did so, you could sense Aaron's presence lingering behind you.
He discreetly leaned in to mumble in your ear, his amusement clear at the thought of you entertaining other dating prospects. "Carter has the hots for you?"
It used to be george but then I started running like a bad actress in a shlocky horror movie and giggling and looking over my shoulder and pretending to trip over roots and branches and stuff so I had to change it to paul
People on Tumblr love sharing information about themselves no matter how asinine it is. And I'm the same way. Everybody tell me what the last thing you drank was.
every time someone brings up famous people they share a birthday with I have to begrudgingly tell people that I share a birthday with war criminal george w bush. so now I’m asking - who do you begrudgingly share a birthday with?
if you’re feeling kind this week go ahead and ask @duchesschameleon and @ssaic-jareau if they still think being a bridesmaid is fun after I changed the color palette today after literally making a “final” decision yesterday lmao
