hotch kiss

anonymous asked:

THESE DRABBLES ARE MURDERING ME!!!! Can you do #19 with Hotch pleasee? (Im new here idk if you do Hotch...)

19: Kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing.

“(Y/N)…” Hotch warned as you rose up onto the tips of your feet to press a kiss to his cheek, leaving a bright pink lipstick stain on his skin. It was Jack’s eighth birthday and you had offered to take the two of them to the local fair that came to your hometown, you’d been visiting family and after three years of dating it seemed appropriate they’d finally meet the man you’d be marrying.

“I can’t let you beat me, I already won Jack the action man at the hook a duck stall so for right now he likes me the most. Do you really want to take that away from me?” You grinned and kissed him once more, continuously leaving your lipstick against wherever you decided to place your lips. Once one side was covered you walked in front of Hotch and began kissing his other cheek, smiling widely as you tried to block him from the game stool.

Even though Hotch’s attention had mostly been diverted from the game he still managed to throw the ball and knock down all the cups, winning him the biggest prize. You groaned while Hotch cheered, Jack who stood beside you tried to clap despite the toy in his arms.

“Did you see that, buddy?” Hotch smiled down at his son before thanking the man at the stool and taking the teddy bear from him. Jack nodded and watched as you wiped the small amount of lipstick you had left on off onto your hand.

“You should give that one to (Y/N).” He decided before turning back down to his toy, you grinned and happily accepted the bear from Hotch before leaning in and sneaking a quick kiss finally on his lips.

A Family

For the Anon who requested 39 and 7 with Hotch, and the Anon who requested just 7 with Hotch. “I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.”
 “We need to talk”

You felt the bed dip beside you and stirred slightly, rolling over and rubbing your eyes, peering through the dark at your partner, before glancing at the open book beside you and the alarm clock on the bestand; 2:13am.

“Hey, how was the case?” You murmured, reaching a hand out to him and smiling sleepily.

“Hey there, I’m sorry I woke you up, go back to sleep.” Aaron leaned over and kissed your forehead before settling down into the covers more and yawning himself.

“No I tried to stay awake,” You assured, cuddling into his side and resting your head on his chest, “We need to talk.”

“Oh?” He whispered, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you closer.

“Yeah, love. But it’s good. We need to talk about something good.” You smiled, shifting so you could lay on your stomach, chin on his chest, looking him in the face.

“Well go on then, what good things do we need to talk about.” Hotch chuckled slightly, kissing your forehead again.

“I had to go to Jack’s school today, the kids did this big project and then displayed them in the hallways and all the parents came and walked through, it was really nice.” You felt Aaron tense when you said ‘all of the parents’ and smiled, grabbing his hand. “Jack understood you were busy and was happy to let me go instead. I took videos.”

“Thank you.” He nodded, “What was the project?” You broke into a grin, squeezing Aaron’s hand.

“They did projects on their heros. There were superman’s left and right, and oddly enough there was a Warren G.H. Crecy, who was some war hero from the forties. But do you know who Jake did?” You asked, grinning, “You, Aaron.”

“What? Really?” You nodded your head still smiling, watching your boyfriend’s face light up at the idea.

“You’re his biggest hero, Aaron, and you always will be. I just needed to tell you. I was going to call you, but I figured I could wait until you got home.”

“Now can I talk to you? About something good. Serious, but good?” You nodded again, head tilting slightly in confusion.

“Course.” Aaron sat for a minute and stared into space. When he came back to you his smiled sadly.

“When Haley died I thought that was it. Jack was going to be raised motherless, and even fatherless for weeks at a time. Then you came along…” Aaron’s smile deepened and he pushed some hair from your face, “And it took a little while but.. Here you are. You’re so ingrained into our lives in the simplest of ways.”

“I know Jack isn’t my son, and he’s not my blood, but you know I love him to death Aaron.” Aaron nodded his head.

“When we first got involved together, I was terrified. For not only me, dating for the first time in forever, but for Jack. I didn’t want him to become too attached too anyone too soon and have them leave again, I couldn’t keep doing that to him. I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me. Just to make it easier.. if … yeah.” Aaron nodded again mostly to himself and you nodded, letting him find his trail of thought before continuing. “But Jack asked me a question the other day and I realized, it was too late. Without any of us noticing, you have become a part of our life that’s irreplaceable. And frankly, I never want to replace you.”

“What did Jack ask?” You whispered.

“He asked me when he was going to start calling you mom.” You felt your chest tighten with an array of emotions.



“What did you tell him?” You asked softly.

“I told him that was something you two had to talk about together… “ You smiled, giving him a tight hug.

“And, how would you feel about that?” You asked hesitantly. Aaron sighed and smiled, settling down into the covers and holding you close, getting ready for sleep.

“It’ll feel a bit weird at first, but.. I’d like it. And once we’re actually married, we can look into you adopting him maybe? Incase something happens to me?”

“There doesn’t have to be an incase. I would love to, Aaron. You two are my family, and I love you, and I could never leave now. I let you complete me a long time ago.”


Gif source:  Hotch

Imagine Hotch kissing you on his desk after hours when you come into his office to convince him to go home.

——— Request for anon ———

“I’m almost done,” he repeats for the fifth time as he scribbles down on the mountain of paperwork in front of him. You could obviously see that he was far from being finished if that stack was anything to go by. You look towards your phone for the time, letting out a sigh as you realize it’s already two in the morning. Getting up from the chair in front of his desk, your approach goes unnoticed as he continues to be consumed by the end-of-the-day paperwork.

“That’s it, Aaron Hotchner,” you begin, expertly swiping the pen right out of his hands as you lean on the side of the desk, “You have done your civil duty for the day, and you are coming home with me.”

Hotch gives you a dissatisfied look that quickly dissolves into a soft smile as he leans back in his chair before getting up altogether, “I guess I was taking longer than I meant to. I’m sorry.” Quickly depositing the pen into a cup on his desk, you reach out to him, gripping his jacket to bring him closer.

“Well, you can always make it up to me.”

“Oh, really?” he asks in amusement as you pull him into a kiss. He quickly reciprocates, considering the two of you were the only ones left in the office at this hour of the night. It doesn’t take long before you find yourself adjusting your seat on the desk.

Breaking your lips from his, you finger the back of his collar, “Ready to go?”

“If you are.”

Needing Heat

Originally posted by radspencerreid

Just a little feel better fic for @bau-obsessed

P.S.  To everyone else, I am reworking on your fics.  Don’t worry, should be getting stuff up soon.  Thanks to my little pretty, I am now slowly getting back into writing.  I honestly believe that after our dear Rickman’s death, many of our muses took time off for mourning.  Such amazing talent took many of ours with him for a short time.  But I’m back….kind of.

Anyways, on with the story!

Word Count: 1621


You felt yourself cursing a million times, pulling the light jacket around your form tighter than what it could safely go.  You couldn’t believe you had forgotten your jacket, let alone the fact that you also assumed the weather would be nice.   Being a southern state, you figured the weather would be nicer, warm at least.  But no, it was freezing cold and you didn’t do well with cold weather.

“You alright?” the voice made you jump only slightly, trying to stop your shivering.  Spencer Reid was traveling with you to a location, the rest of the team arriving in a few seconds.  

“Yeah, I just hate cold weather.”

“Well, it is odd for this time of year.  But it isn’t all that peculiar for the weather here to be chilly,” he looked around, staring up at the old building.  You sighed, nodding only once in response as another rough shiver traveled up your spine.  It didn’t matter if the weather was odd for the state, what mattered at this moment was the fact that you were freezing your ass off.

“I hope they hurry up,” your teeth chattered.  Reid kept his comment to himself at that point, but nothing else was said as two dark SUVs finally pulled up.  You quickly straightened your back, willing yourself to stop shivering so the others wouldn’t notice.  You hoped.

Everyone quickly filed out of the SUVs and as a team, each of you walked up to the building.  Reid gave his findings on the building, you throwing in a few previous owners names, as you ran up the steps.  The building was abandoned and had been searched by police.  But the entire team wanted to check a certain room in particular.

“Think it’s cult related?” Morgan spoke up as you walked ahead to the room.  Your boss, Aaron Hotchner or Hotch, was close behind you.

“Possibly.  According to the Sheriff, teenagers frequent the place.  Usually on the weekends,” his voice seemed to echo in the hallways, giving you a rather ominous feeling.

“Well, we won’t know until we get there,” you brought up, finally reaching the door.  You quickly pushed it open, taking a step inside with Hotch.  That was when you felt a snap at your ankle, your body quickly turning to shove the others back out with a shout.  The door quickly slammed shut, another type of metal falling over the only way in or out.  You felt hands grab your shoulders, yanking you away as several large metal pipes came crashing down.  Only when silence welcomed you did you finally speak your mind, staring at the elaborate trap left for your team.

“Those little shitheads,” you hissed, wrapping your arms around yourself.  You felt your body give an involuntary shiver, a frown appearing on your features.  Someone had decided to set a trap for your team.  Whether or not they were trying to impede the investigation…

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Hotch hadn’t removed his hands from your shoulders, making you look over at him.  You could see the worry on his face as he felt the shaking of your shoulders, your jaw quickly working to a chattering state again.

“No,” you finally answered after several moments of silence.  “I hate the damn cold and forgot my jacket.  I’m freezing and this place-“

“Well, it’s better than the welcome we received when we got here.”

“Did you just make a joke?” you felt your eyes grow wide before you heard a loud bang echo through the room.  Muffled voices gained your attention as you moved around the pipes on the ground, looking along the wall.  That was when you noticed a vent on the wall.

“Over here!” you hollered, stepping upon a pipe to reach it.  It took you a bit to pull open the vent, looking through it.  Hotch was telling you to be careful but you waved him off as a head popped into your line of vision.


“Hey, are you guys alright?!”

“Yeah, just, you know, trapped in a cold, satanic room.  But other than that, it’s great,” you scoffed.  Morgan chuckled before asking you questions about the situation.  After you had explained the situation, you found yourself now sitting on the ground, waiting for the team to return with supplies.  It would be awhile, which upset you greatly.  After all, you were cold.

Silence stretched between the two of you before you felt something cover your shoulders.  It took you only a few seconds to realize that it was Hotch’s jacket.

“What about you?” you asked, arching a brow at him.  He shrugged, sitting beside you.  

“You need it more than I.”

“You’ll freeze,” you protested, removing his jacket.  You tried to hand it back to him but Hotch refused.  


“No, Y/N.  I am fine.”

“Liar.  You’re shivering now.”

“I can manage.”

“Damn it, Hotch,” you hissed, your hands dropping to your lap.  Hotch was such a stubborn man and it was becoming increasingly difficult for you.  He always neglected himself, never doing anything for himself.  He took care of his son and did what he could to make the world a better place, which you admired about him, but it also broke your heart.  You loved him, you wouldn’t deny that, but he couldn’t know.

“Why do you do this to yourself?” you hadn’t realized you spoke aloud until you felt him stiffen beside you.  You bit your bottom lip, glancing up to meet his gaze.  Hotch stared at you for several seconds, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“I don’t understand,” he murmured.

“Yes you do.  You always worry about everyone else,” you started.  You assumed that since you spoke, you might as well continue with the thought.  “You always take care of everyone, regardless of your own feelings.  I forget to pack wisely and yet here you are making yourself suffer.  I….I hate seeing you suffer.”

No sound came from him, not a single word or even the release of his breathe.  You refused to look at him, realizing that you may have said to much.  You may have given away your feelings or worse yet, you may have also lost your job.  Fraternization was strictly forbidden and Hotch didn’t much care for it.  Grant it he would turn the other way as long as it didn’t interfere with work.

You were so lost in your thoughts about what you revealed that you were not prepare for the reaction you received.  Within seconds, you found yourself being moved from your position, placed immediately in a lap.  You felt your face grow hot as the jacket was placed over your arms again, but this time, there were a pair of arms surrounding you.  


“What?” you heard the teasing tone, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“What are you….the others…I don’t…” the sentences were remaining incomplete, your heart beating erratically against your chest.  Hotch chuckled in answer to each, his arms tightening around your form.  He turned his head, his breathe hitting your ear and earning a new form of a shiver from your body.

“I knew about your feelings, Y/N,” he whispered, taking in the delightful feelings he felt at your sudden intake of breath.  “I knew by the way you stared at me.  You cared more than the others, offering to help with Jack when I needed some time for work.  I began to notice the effort you made to enter my life.  It wasn’t on purpose, just a subconscious need that you couldn’t control.”

“But then why-“

“Because I needed you too.”

Your heart thudded painfully as the memories flooded your mind.  He had always welcomed you to his home, allowed you to just appear randomly.  He never turned you away and even would encourage Jack to spend time with you.  You had thought he was being kind but now, it was painfully obvious how he really felt.  The nights you stayed over and the mornings you made breakfast.  He was always watching you.

“Well,” you released the breath you didn’t know you held,  “this is rather…odd.”

“No, I don’t believe it is odd.  I think we were just too stubborn to realize what it was that we were missing,” he leaned his head back, resting it against the cold wall of the room.  You looked over your shoulder, noticing that his eyes were closed.

“So, why did you do this?”

“We were both cold.  Though I must admit, I am rather enjoying having you in my arms right now,” he grinned when he heard you giggle.  You leaned back against him, pulling the jacket tighter around the two of you to conserve the warmth emanating from you combined heat.

“Old flirt.”

“Only for you.  Just don’t tell the others yet.  They have a bet running between us.”

You laughed.  Of course they would.

“And did you put in a wager?”

“Six months and I’m about to win,” his eyes opened, locking with your own.  Your face fell at that, realizing that the bet was something else entirely.  Did literally everyone know about your feelings?  Were you that horrible at hiding your emotions?

“They’re back,” his voice made you jump again, eyes going up toward the vent.  Sure enough, you could hear the muffled voices of the team.  And you found you were rather disappointed that your time was cut short.  Hotch, however, kissed your cheek, making you realize that even though you didn’t have time to really talk about this now, you had time ahead.

“Later?” you asked in hopes that he would want to at least.  You watched as he smiled at you, not at all in a rush to release you from his hold.



A/N: I’m not really into Valentine’s Day but it was an excuse to write something really fluffy.

You find the first one on your doorstep early in the morning. It’s wrapped neatly in the newspaper that’s normally tossed on the welcome mat as the delivery boy bikes through. It’s a single, deep red rose. There’s a note attached to it with the word ‘one’ written on it. The handwriting is small and cramped but familiar. You fill a small vase with water and place the rose in it.
‘Two’ is tucked under your windshield wiper. You know you know that handwriting. You’ll have to snoop through some of your coworkers things when you get there to match the handwriting.
'Three’ has been slipped inside your locker. You find it when you go to put your workout clothes into the locker for later. Whomever this is knows your routine a little too well. You know it has to be an FBI agent, no one else is allowed in this part of the building. You also know it’s someone you’ve worked with before, that handwriting. If the notes said more than just a number it would be easier.
'Four’ is in your desk drawer. That’s when JJ notices the two flowers on your desk.
“Nina. You didn’t tell me you were seeing someone.” She says surprised. You would say you’re closest to her on the team and if you had been seeing someone you definitely would have told her.
“I’m not.”
“Then what’s with the two roses?”
“Four actually. The other two are in a vase at home.”
“They were at your house?” She looks concerned.
“Yea.” You pause then say, “oh, hey maybe you’ll know whose handwriting this is.” You pass her the two notes and she doesn’t say anything, just smiles. “Well?” You prompt.
“No idea.”
“Whose a liar?” Reid joins the conversation.
“I’ve been finding roses everywhere today. So far I have four and no idea who they’re coming from. JJ knows the handwriting and it looks familiar but she won’t say whose it is.”
“I don’t know.” She feigns innocence.
“Oh yea she’s totally lying.” Reid agrees, “let me see them.”
“No.” JJ says shoving them into her desk drawer and locking the drawer.
“JJ!” You cry as she stands and walks away from the two of you. Once she’s out of the bullpen you go to her desk with two paper clips. Reid comes over and watches as you effectively pick the lock and pull the two pieces of paper out of her desk. You hand them over to Reid who only grins then masks his features.
“I don’t know.”
“Alight. You’re lying too!” You say exasperated. “If you guys aren’t going to help me then I’ll figure it out on my own.
'Five’ is delivered to you an hour later by a confused looking intern. “I was told to give you this.” He says handing it over.
“By who?”
“Agent Jareau.” You shoot a look over at JJ who is continuing to ignore you and your flowers.
“Thank you.” The college student nods and leaves the bullpen looking as puzzled as ever. “Come on JJ. I know you’re not behind these. Who is?” She never looks up and you drop your head back with an irritated groan.
'Six’ is in your lunch, you’ve effectively ruled out every male in the bull pen by finding excuses to go to their desks. Some of them you had conned into writing something for you but so far you’ve come up with nothing. Morgan and Reid are the only two in the bullpen who won’t let you see their handwriting. You know that at least the three of them know whose behind all the roses and if Derek knows so does Penelope. You’ve tried to break her but she surprisingly doesn’t even sort of crack.
'Seven’ is on your desk after your workout with Morgan. You twirl it in between your fingertips and sigh as you tuck it into the ever growing vase of flowers on your desk. Glancing over at Morgan’s desk you’re surprised to see that he’s not back yet. You take the opportunity to hurry over to his desk and dig for something with his handwriting on it. You find a note to call Garcia in his handwriting but it’s not a match. You shove the drawer shut and start to plan how you’re going to get into Rossi and Hotch’s offices.
'Eight’ is in your purse when you leave. You’re pretty sure one of the team tipped off both Hotch and Rossi to your little quest because you don’t manage to get near enough to either of their desks to see a sample. Reid also manages to keep you at bay all day long, so those three are still in the running. Although Rossi does seem the least likely since you’re pretty sure he’s dating Strauss.
'Nine’ is in the door handle of your car. You’re tempted to go back inside and ask to see the security videos but you have a feeling that Garcia would not only see you coming but make it impossible for you to see them. Hotch was the only person left in the bullpen when you left. Could it really have been Reid this whole time? You’d never gotten that vibe off of him. He was more like your awkward brother that you could never see doing this. You slip the flower in with the rest and climb into the car to head home.
'Ten’ is in your mailbox, the mail set below it. Whomever this was had to have been here after three. You search back in your memory to try and place if anyone left. Someone could have during your hour long workout with Morgan but that only ruled out Morgan. It had to be either Reid or Hotch. Neither of them had ever expressed any interest in you in that way but if it was one of them you were hoping it was Hotch. You’d always had a little crush on him, he was protective and kind and was always the first one to be there when you needed someone. If it was Reid, well it was going to be really hard and it would probably hurt his feelings.
'Eleven’ is on your back porch. You see it when you walk into the kitchen. You take it out of the snow on the table and are surprised at how warm it still is. You follow the footprints around the side of your small house and don’t see anyone on the street. Whomever is doing this is very very good. You go back into the house and add that to the other ten flowers in the vase. It’s getting dark but the day isn’t over and every time you enter a new room you look around for another flower. There should be one more to make it a dozen. You’ve curled up with your cat on the couch to watch the news where there’s a light tap on your door.
'Twelve’ is in his hand. He’s looking nervous and hopeful, and so damn cute.
“Come in.” You say smiling and he grins back at you. His brown eyes light up and he comes into your house. “I’m seriously impressed.” You say with a laugh as you shut the door.
“You are?” He asks, passing you the last flower.
“Yea. Thank you. They’re beautiful.” You place the last flower into the vase and turn back to him.
“I’m glad you didn’t think it was creepy.” He blushes and you can’t help but grin at him again. You move over to him and take his hand in yours.
“I think it was very sweet. Maybe if you hadn’t put the notes and I didn’t recognize the handwriting to know it was someone on the team I might have been worried. But honestly, I’m thrilled it was you.” You kiss him then. Your heart is pounding so hard that you’re surprised it doesn’t burst right out of your chest. His lips are warm and firm against yours, they probe against yours with a confidence that doesn’t surprise you but makes you want more. You part your lips and he deepens the kiss. His tongue sweeps past your lips and he tastes like coffee, another thing that doesn’t surprise you. He’s wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and you run your fingers through his hair and he groans. You feel one of his hands on your ass and you can’t help but smile against his lips. He pulls away and grins down at you, you lead him over to the couch and pull him down with you. Before you hit the seat he twists and you end up in his lap.
“Woah!” You say, impressed and he laughs. You’re above him now, wrapping your arms around his neck you drop your head back down to his your lips only inches apart then you whisper, “Happy Valentine’s Day Hotch.” Then you kiss him again.

gingie4life  asked:

Can I request also Hotch one word prompt with cuddle

AN: 33. Cuddle with Hotch!  A good way to end the day.  Good night, everyone C: 

“Are you coming to bed any time soon?”

Your eyes were glued onto your laptop screen as your fingers busily typed away at a long overdue report.  “Is it late?” you asked mindlessly, “I’ll be up soon.”

Hotch circled around the couch and took a seat next to you.  “You said that an hour ago,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist.  He pressed a kiss to your temple and then your jaw before murmuring against your neck, “The report will still be here tomorrow.”

“Mmm, I know, but you asked for it last week,” you argued, pausing your work to turn to him, “I’m sure no one else on the team gets extensions, Aaron.”

“You were sick.  The extension has nothing to do about us,” he replied, quickly saving the file before shutting the laptop closed.  “Come on, you need your rest.  And I can’t sleep knowing you’re down here.”

You smiled softly and leaned into him, taking a second to enjoy the warmth of his arms around you.  “I promise I’ll finish it tomorrow,” you mumbled, fighting a yawn. 

Hotch nodded and kissed the top of your head, “I know.” 

Request your own one word prompt HERE.

Kissing Hotch would include...

—Slow and steady at first, kinda nervous

—He’d be afraid of being too rough with you

—He’d slowly build up his confidence

—His hands would start to roam around your back, hair and waist

—Your hands would be planted on his neck and in his hair

—His hands would go under your shirt and on your waist

—But he wouldn’t go any further without permission

—Lots of smiling into the kiss, from both of you

—Loving and passionate and lots of moving

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Keep Calm and Kiss Hotch

Reader: Can you do an imagine where the reader has anxiety and anger issues and she’s in the BAU and while interrogating a suspect, gets in trouble for an anger outbreak and Hotch (hey boyfriend) has to calm her down and just gets really fluffy but romantic at the same time. Thanks :)

A/N: I couldn’t help myself with the title!! Haha, I hope you like it!

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In His Footsteps

“My crime fighters, you’re going to New Orleans in the past two months a number of female performers have gone missing.” Garcia brought up the first picture. “Deborah Mc Daniels 23,  finished her first set, and was asked to do a private dance. She never made it to her second set, three hours later. No one saw her leave. She was found a week later, dismembered in a field.”

Garcia continued to go over the victims pictures, and information. “The local LEOs are currently in the middle of an undercover investigation. They have some leads, but the Unsub isn’t cooling off between kills.”

“What about cameras?” Morgan asked.

“The Unsub, stays out of the view of the camera. In the private dance rooms, the cameras are hacked.” Garcia replied.

“Wheels up in thirty!” Hotch left the conference room. The rest of the team, left gathering their things.


Hotch and Reid sat at a table in The Alibi club watching performers. “Welcome to the stage Kandy Kiss.” 

Hotch glanced around the club, before his eyes stopped on the dancer. He clinched his jaw, narrowing his eyes, as he watched her dance. Reid looked over at him. “Everything alright?”

“She’s the next victim.” Hotch walked over to the bar, requesting a private dance with her. Reid slipped into the room, so they could both talk to her. He sat down on the couch.

The door opened, he watched as she floated into the room. He jumped up off the couch, grabbing her arm. “(Y/F/N), what the hell are you doing here?”

“Aaron?” The curtain behind the couch whips open, another man comes through, with a gun drawn. 

“Get your hands off of her!” The man growled, glaring at Hotch. Reid and Hotch pulled their guns, aiming it at the man.

“DROP THE GUN FBI!” All three men were glaring at each other.

“All three of you put your guns down!” She let out a huff. “Officer Hunter, this is my brother SAA Hotchner!”

rushofbrightness  asked:

ღ for Hotch & Reid (had to be, really :3 ).

Oh, you!  <3  I love you so much.  uwu

  • Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:  Hotch, usually.  He enjoys the utter contentment on Reid’s face while he sleeps.
  • Who’s the one to make breakfast:  Hotch, again, because it takes Reid too long to wake up.
  • Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:  Hotch.  Reid hates the prospect of crumbs in the bed, however, so it’s extremely rare that this even occurs.
  • Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:  Reid, hands down.  Except he wouldn’t really suggest it so much as catch Hotch off guard and kiss away any protests.
  • Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:  If anyone ever does, it’s Reid.  However, they both quite enjoy work, so it’s only on rare occasions.  (And, of course, dependent upon if they have a case.)
  • Who chooses the movies:  Reid.  Hotch gave up trying when Reid spent the rest of the evening explaining everything impossible with a movie Hotch had chosen.
  • Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:  Hotch.  Sometimes Reid chooses films in a language Hotch doesn’t know, and he can only listen to Reid’s low, husky whisper for so long before he gives into temptation, and then they end up leaving early.
  • Who orders lunch:  Hotch.  Reid’s typically not very picky, and he trusts Hotch not to order food he wouldn’t like.
  • Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:  They both do, but Hotch more-so.  He mostly just enjoys hearing Reid’s petulant whine.
  • Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:  Reid.  It’s very easy for him to fall asleep in the most random places, and a full stomach doesn’t help that issue.
  • Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:  Reid.  When at home, he and Jack expect Hotch’s undivided attention.  They stay at work late enough as it is, so there’s no need to work at home.
  • Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:  Reid.  He has a major sweet tooth, and he’s usually the one who coaxes Jack into pleading to go get ice cream as well.
  • Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:  Hotch.  Reid hates pictures in general, so he takes them as often as he can.
  • Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:  Hotch.  Reid still isn’t as sure of himself as Hotch would like, and it’s doubly as pleasing to see Reid’s face flush prettily.
  • Who cooks dinner:  Hotch.  It relaxes him, and he enjoys doing it, so Reid lets him.
  • Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:  Reid.  Not only because it’s fair for him to do it, but because he likes knowing the kitchen is clean, and usually after dinner Hotch reads Jack a bedtime story, and Reid doesn’t want to take that away.
  • Who stays up until 2 reading:  Reid.  He’s always been more of a night owl, and while he and Hotch both stay up reading some nights, Hotch almost always falls asleep first.
  • Who stares at their partner while they’re sleeping:  Hotch.  There’s plenty of time in the morning when he wakes up and doesn’t want to move and accidentally wake Reid.  So instead he spends time memorizing Reid’s face for the umpteenth time and gently tracing his thumb over the younger man’s brow, nose, cheekbones, and jaw.  It helps that Reid usually leans into the touch, even while sleeping.
  • Who kisses their partner while they sleep:  Reid.  He likes the thought of a goodnight kiss, and since Hotch typically falls asleep first…  If it’s a reading night, Reid can’t resist because he usually has to pry the book from Hotch’s hands and then lean over the older man to set the book on the nightstand on Hotch’s side of the bed. Conveniently it doesn’t take more than a tilt of his head to brush a quick kiss to Hotch’s forehead or nose or lips, whichever happens to be closest.
Finally Perfect

Imagine Hotch realizing he loves you- requested by anon. 

As Hotch watched you dance around the precinct doing your work, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of hopefulness and optimism at the sight of your shining face. When you turned to him, smiling, he couldn’t believe how happy he really felt. Growing from the roots of his stomach and out, he felt a content warmth spread through him, and it was in that moment that he realized how lucky he truly was. He realized how lucky he was to have you. He realized how lucky he was that he could say that you were his. He realized just how much he loved you.

Tilting your head in the direction of Hotch, you noticed him staring at you, a gleeful smile pasted across his lips.

“Excuse me for a second,” You politely said to Rossi without breaking eye contact with Hotch. You walked up to him, a sway in your hips and a smile filling your glowing cheeks.

“Hey, what’s u-,” You were stopped mid-word by Hotch’s lips crushing passionately onto yours. It was passionate and gentle and loving all at the same time and you felt your head spin wildly. His hands were clutching onto the sides of your face, pulling you closer to him and your hands naturally dropped to his shoulders, your fingers tickling the hairs lining the back of his neck.

He pulled away and you were both breathing heavily, ghosts of smiles still dancing across your lips, “Hotch,” You breathed out, “What was that? We are at work. I thought we agreed no PDA at work. They don’t know about us.”

He smiled, bringing a hand up to your face and gently caressing your cheek, “I realized something, y/n.”

“What did you realize?”

His smile widened even more, and you didn’t even think that was possible. The  gorgeous brown tones of his eyes sparkled back at you, “I realized that I love you, y/n.”

You felt your heart halt in your chest, then swell to an incomparable size. Your face lit up and you leaned in for a second kiss, “I love you, too, Hotch.” You admitted easily, feeling more free and even happier than you could ever remember. There was nothing in the world but you and him, you and the man that you loved. You never wanted to stop, never wanted to move away from this man.

Sitting on the desks in the bullpen, the rest of the team watched your interaction with Hotch. They chuckled lightly. Despite your attempts to conceal your relationship with your boss, they knew full well what was going on.

“About damn time,” Emily said with a chuckle, hopping off of the desk she was sitting on and walking toward the break room. JJ laughed and followed her.

“They aren’t fooling anybody.” Rossi said, turning back to his work.

“Nope,” Morgan agreed easily, returning to his own desk

Spencer gaped at you and Hotch kissing above everybody else in Hotch’s office. Apparently, he was the only one who had not figured it out. He shook his head in disbelief and walked off to his desk, shaking off the shock.

Everybody was happy, and everything was well. You loved Hotch and he loved you. Everything was finally perfect.

truth or dare; criminal minds - spencer reid x reader

prompt: a little game of truth or dare among the team fuels the budding relationship of spencer x reader

warnings: um… I might’ve sworn. I can’t remember. also there is slight mention of smut, but like, none there. just a mention of it. and mostly fluff. yeah. enjoy.

word count: 2000

enjoy x ep

It was late on a Sunday night, and you and the team were flying home California. After such a brutal case, you were shocked that no one was asleep. You were all minding your own separate business. Morgan was in a chair, trying desperately to fall asleep, his headphones too bulky, making it nearly impossible, however. JJ was on the couch talking to Prentiss about Will and Henry. Hotch was rereading case files. Garcia, who had tagged along on the trip as Quantico’s system was rebooting, was painting a fresh coat of bubble gum pink nail polish on. Rossi was watching a cooking show on his iPad. And then there was you. Well, of course there was Spencer, but you two were kind of grouped together in a sense lately. The secret gleams of adoration, stolen smiles, subtle yet not-so-subtle arm brushes (aka, practically holding hands whenever you walked with one another), it was all too much. JJ was telling you to get a move on before some new profiler tried to steal him from you. Morgan would laugh, saying, “Pretty boy? Give up on Y/N? When pigs fly.” So you would roll your eye and drink your coffee, but nothing changed. You was just you. Same hair, same smile, same girl as every other before you. It was pointless.

You looked across the table you were seated at and watched Spencer read (if you didn’t catch that, I’m sorry for your loss). The way his finger traveled down the page at the same rate of his eyes made you heart swell. He didn’t even have to try, he had you wrapped around his finger. His hazel eyes connected with your, snapping you out of your daze. He gave you one of those half smiles he loves to give. Within seconds, you felt the heat rush up your neck and color your cheeks. 

Regardless, you didn’t land for nearly another hour, and you were beginning to get antsy. Still, you had finished your book and used nearly all the data in your plan. So you just sat. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. Until finally Garcia sat down next to you and let out an exasperated sigh.

“You’re boredom is depressing.”

You felt a laugh bubble out of you as you shook your head at the blonde. But soon JJ and Morgan were behind your chair, backing up the techy beside you.

“What are we supposed to do?” you groaned, giving up.

“Two words, sugar. Truth or Dare.”

Spencer was quick to interject, “Well, technically if you include the or, which you did, it was three words.” Garcia immediately sent him a sharp glare that sent him back to his book.

“I don’t know…” you started, but Rossi was already taking a seat beside Spence.

“I heard truth or dare?”

The sick smile on Garcia’s lips made it exceedingly difficult to not roll your eyes. Still, JJ and Prentiss, and even Hotch, were quickly gathering around the small table.

“There’s only one rule, Y/N, what happens on the plane, stays on the plane. Clear?” Prentiss said.

“Crystal,” you returned.

“I don’t want to play.” Spencer said quickly, like he had been holding it in. Quickly, seven pairs of eyes were on him. “Last time we played, I had to lick Morgan’s foot.”

The team laughed at the defense, Prentiss chiming in, “Get over it, Reid. Y/N played with the team yet, and she deserves a little hazing.” Her eyes were gleaming with a scheme.

You felt your heart rate pace quicken rapidly, becoming more and more unsure of the game as the team laughed at past memories. But it was too late; by the time you four your voice, Morgan had already rattled off the first question.

“Hotch,” he started, a chorus of “oohs” filling the room, “Truth or dare?”

The team leader scratched his neck before lifting his chin and proudly stating, “Truth.”

“C'mon, man?”



Making a mental note, you would not choose too many truths, already petrified of the oncoming boos that would await you.

“Alright, alright,” Morgan said, “Screw, marry, kill. Y/N, JJ, Rossi.”

You could’ve sworn your heart had dropped into your stomach as you choked slightly on the water you had sipped. The team laughed, earning a glare from you.

“Hmm,” he started, “Definitely marry Rossi. He would cook for me all the time,” earning a laugh from the team, he continued, “Probably screw Y/N, and sorry, JJ. I’m actually terrified of Will.” Everyone laughed. Well, you faked a laugh. And Spencer kind of huffed, a stern look on his face, upset with his answer.

You were already getting uncomfortable. The idea of your boss being willing to…be, well, intimate with you kind of made your stomach churn.

“Okay, Prentiss. Truth or -”

“Dare,” she cut him off, a smug smirk written on her lips.

Hotch leaned forward on his elbows as to get closer to Prentiss.

“Kiss Rossi.”

Her eyes went wide with shock, but without hesitation she leaned forward and grabbing him by the shirt, pressed her lips to him, before quickly retreating.

However, besides you and maybe a little Rossi, no one seemed confused. Morgan laughed, looking at your mouth agape, causing Garcia to nudge your shoulder and tell you that you “get used to it.”

This was going to be a long plane ride.

As the rounds circled, you had licked the bottom of JJ’s foot, Spencer had Derek’s socks on his hands, and Garcia had gotten the pilot’s number. Additionally, Morgan had admitted to being attracted to you (visibly causing Spencer to tense up), Hotch explained his first kiss, and Rossi had gotten “PASTA IS LOVE,” etched on his forehead in sharpie.

Now, you were incredibly overwhelmed by your boss and co-workers, usually so incredibly uptight and high strung, now being so open and, well, fun. You were just about to come to senses with it when Morgan called Spencer’s name.

“Truth,” the gorgeous genius before you said.

Morgan smirked, immediately adding stress to your unsure stomach.

“When are you finally going to ask Y/N out?” he said.

The entire plane went quiet, only the hum of the engine beneath your feet. Your breath hitched as you watched the crimson color drift up his cheeks.

JJ hit Morgan in the arm, about to give Spencer some cool off time. However, he scratched the back of his neck and mumbled a quick, “At her birthday party,” before looking down.

You could barely hear his grumble, but you managed to make out the words, “I told you I didn’t want to play.”

You felt your heart flutter, like butterflies had just escaped and were desperately trying to rid themselves of your chest. Regardless, you couldn’t wipe the smile of your face.

Spence was going to ask you out?

“Y/N, truth or dare?” JJ quickly intervened, obviously trying to get the focus off of Spencer.

Unsure, you made a decision that whatever came out of your mouth you would -


A chorus of ooh’s came from your team, causing you to smile and roll your eyes.

The blonde cracked her knuckles before making eye contact with Prentiss.

“Is it too soon?” she said.

“Is what to soon?”

Garcia hushed you.

“I mean, it’s now or never,” Emily replied.

“Wait, what?”

“Y/N, I dare you to kiss Spencer.”

Your mouth, as well as Spencer’s, dropped agape slightly. Eyes locking, before breaking to look at JJ, then locking again. Your head felt light while your body felt heavy. Wiping your hands on your blue jeans, trying to rid them of their cool clamminess, you looked up at Spence, his signature half smile on his lips.

“It’s just a game,” he offered.

Although it was simply to lighten the mood, it made your heart break a little, knowing that maybe all this really was was just a game to him.

Still, you nodded, and propping yourself up on your elbows, leaned forward slowly, your eyes focused only on his lips. Suddenly, your eyes were shut and his hand was on your cheek. Your lips barely a breath away. Pushing yourself forward, you pressed your lips to his. While the team cheered in the background, all your senses were focused on Spencer.

The way his hair felt through your fingers, the way his thumb brushed across your cheek, the way his velvet lips melted into yours, causing your heart to form a puddle, the way his breath smelt of French Vanilla coffee, the way he was. In anything and everything. Just, him.

Eventually, you pulled apart, lips red and swollen, a blush plastered on both of your faces.

Morgan chuckled before nudging Spencer, “Just a game, huh?”

By the time the plane hand finally landed, your heart was ready to burst. You had so much that you wanted to say to him, you just, well…you didn’t know how to.

Even the genius walking behind you, closer than acceptable, but had become reasonable for the two of you, who was used to spitting out statistics like cherry pits didn’t seem like he knew what to say.
So, you remained quiet, not pushing it. He had always been reserved, and you always tried to make the line very clear between your personal and professional lives. Still, you couldn’t rid the feeling of his sweet lips on yours. Unconsciously, you brought your fingers to your lips, bringing a smile with them.

You laughed lightly to yourself as you headed towards the elevator. You had just  pressed the P button for parking, causing the doors to begin to shut. Stopping them, however, was a thin hand.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as Spencer stepped in. His mouth fell open lightly, wetting his lips he offered a, “I can take the next one,” but it was ridiculous to make him wait because you couldn’t keep your feelings in check. So, sucking in a breath, you shook your head, smiling slightly, Spence nodded.

Together, you waited as the elevator declined, unceasingly slow. You could see out of the corner of your eye, his hazel ones on you.

You rolled your eyes and turned to him, opening your mouth, ready to fire some witty comment at him.

However, your eyes barely opened as his lips crashed onto yours at full force collision. Regardless, the gentleness attached to your lips was intoxicating. For someone’s whose brain worked so fast, it shocked you how long it took him to do this. Lips pressed together, the kiss was desperate, almost sloppy. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, sucking gently. Your heart was pounding, the adrenaline pulsing through your veins. You tugged on his hair lightly with one hand, another gripping the back of his neck. Spencer’s hands were pressed to your back. One on your waist, another pulling you closer on the small of your back. Your breaths were hot and heavy, still pressing gentle kissing to the corner of your mouth.

“I know it’s…not…your birthday…party yet but…do you want…to…go get…coffee later?” he mumbled, interrupted by kisses.

Answering, you pressed your self closer, etching the feeling of your lips on his permanently into his mind.

A cough finally separated the two of you. Unaware that the door to the elevator had opened, your pulled apart quickly. Standing before you was Hotch, a stone look on his face. You grimaced as you stepped out of the elevator, grabbing Spencer’s hand and pulling him out with you.
As the elevator closed, you couldn’t hold the laugh in, and a giggle bubbled from your throat. Spencer, joining you, a full smile on his face as he pulled you close.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he mumbled into your hair. You breathed in his cologne, finally at peace.

“Coffee?” he asked, pulling away slightly to look at you.

You nodded, “Lead the way.”

anonymous asked:

Can you make and imagine where Reid and the team have to save the reader bc she has been taken hostage and Reid is super worried bc they are dating and just cute reuniting when she's saved :) thank you so much

Yes, I most certainly can!  Here it is, comin’ ‘atcha!  I hope you enjoy it.

As the team gathers in the office, Garcia pulls up the video feed.  Watching the camera focus, they gasp when they see you, bruised and bloody, strapped to a chair in the middle of the room.

“A work of art,” the unsub hisses, tracing the blade of a knife across your jawbone.

“Oh, my god,” Garcia exclaims, tears in her eyes.

“Y/N,” Spencer whispers, hands trembling.

The unsub presses his lips against yours, and as you bite down, drawing blood, he punches your eye, causing you to yelp and fall back onto the ground. The sheer force of falling onto your shoulder dislocates it with a nasty crunch, and the team stares in shock.

“I’ve got it,” Garcia squeaks, her fingers flying over her keyboard as she traces the location of the address within the city.

:Send it to my cell,” Hotch says, already out the door.

And as Spencer stares at the screen, lip trembling in anger and worry, Morgan shakes his arm.

“Come on,” Morgan says. “she needs you, Reid.”


As the team arrives at the abandoned warehouse, they slowly approach the main door. With everyone drawing their guns, the door opens, leading them into another room with two televisions.

“Time to make a choice,” the disembodied voice growls.

The televisions click on, one with you on the screen, and the other with a room full of children.

As the team looks from screen to screen, Spencer screams out in anger. He realizes that the unsub has shot you in the other shoulder, completely immobilizing your arms. Walking towards your picture, he reaches his fingers out and lightly touches it.

“In this warehouse are two different rooms, and in those rooms are two different scenarios.”

With the team silent, the unsub continues.

“The first is Agent Y/L/N, professional bad-ass and a very feisty woman. She has a bomb strapped to her chest.”

Spencer’s breath hitches in his throat as the unsub chuckles.

“The other is a room full of missing children. They are sitting below a vat of acid.”

The camera on the children pans upward to reveal buckets of liquid hanging above their heads.

“You, as a team, have a choice.  And you all have to make it. No splitting up, no clever games. Everyone must enter the room and save one while you watch the other die. Try anything cute and it results in the death of everyone.”

As silence falls, Spencer yells out again in frustration.

“We have to go after Y/N!” he roars, turning towards his boss.

“Reid, there are 10 children in that room,” Morgan says.

“But it’s Y/N!” Spencer throws his hands up and yelps.

Hotch walks over to Spencer and takes him by the shoulders, “You know she wouldn’t want her life to result in the death of innocent children.”

“But…but I love her…” Spencer chokes out as he blinks back tears.

“Then don’t make her live with the death of 10 innocent children,” Rossi coos.

“How is this so easy for you all!?” Spencer shudders.

As everyone sniffles, silent sobs rack Spencer’s body, his heaving crumbling his body to the floor

“Follow a kinfolk eagerly,” you call out into the empty room

As Spencer jerks his head up, you clear your throat and call out again.

“Feisty and kissably easygoing.”

As the teams furrows their brows, you speak again and again and again.

“Failure as kiddos equally. Flies and kittens examine.  FAITH AMONGST KIND EMPLOYERS!” you roar out into the room

And as the team shakes their heads, trying to figure out what you are doing, a smile begins to creep across Spencer’s face

“Oh, you brilliant woman,” he muses, as he kisses her picture on the television screen before calling out into the darkness.

“We choose the children!”


As the team runs in to the children, they pull them out from under the acid as a television screen comes on. But now, it’s you and the unsub on the screen.

“I had a feeling you would save the children,” he muses, “Such a waste, you know. She’s quite beautiful.”

As the team gets all of the children untied, J.J. and Rossi start shuffling them out the door as Hotch and Morgan stare at the screen as Spencer starts walking around the room.

“It’s funny, you know, how you think you’ve won. See, you tried to sell us on the idea that a motion-sensored bomb was strapped to Y/N’s chest.”

As the unsub grunts, Spencer continues, “But there are 2 things you don’t know about her. Two very key elements about the woman I love.”

Smiling at Spencer’s sentiment, the unsub grits his teeth, “And what are those?”

Smirking, Spencer says, “1) one of her many specialties is bombs.”

As the unsubs breath hitches, Spencer continues, “and 2) she can squat 325 lbs.”

And just as Spencer finished, you jolt your legs forward, breaking the chair legs as you stand on your feet, your arms busting free from the chair as you rear your leg back and kicking the unsub right between his legs. As he stumbles back in pain, blood starts trickling down, staining the inside of hid pants.  Stumbling back towards the wall, he passes out on the floor in front of you.

“Hang on,” Spencer says. “we’re coming, Y/N.”


When the team finally finds you, Spencer rushes to your side. Seeing you wince in pain as he touches you, he leans down into your ear.

“On the count of three…” he whispers, kissing your ear lightly.

“1…2…” crack!

He twists your shoulder back into place, and as you gasp and moan in pain, Spencer throws his lips onto yours, swallowing your groans, while he starts running his ringers through your hair.

Feeling someone approach you from your other side, you open your eyes and lob them over to the figure, seeing Hotch trying to work the bomb jacket off of your torso.

“You were brilliant,” Hotch lowers his voice, kissing the top of your head. “Absolutely brilliant.”

As the team finally gets you free of all of the rope, Morgan makes you a makeshift sling to hold up your bleeding shoulder.

“How did you know what she was telling you?  You know, that the bomb was fake?” Hotch asks Spencer.

“Because she’s brilliant,” he chuckles in awe, helping you to your feet, “Because she’s brilliant, Hotch.”

Looking over as Hotch’s furrowed brow deepens, you chuckle at his confusion and croak, “The bomb was fake.  F-A-K-E.”

And as Spencer and Morgan steady you out the door, Hotch chuckles as he walks behind you.


“I don’t need a hospital,” you spit.

“You’ve been shot,” Spencer retorts, “deal with it.”

As the paramedics haul you into the back of the ambulance, you reach out for Spencer, wincing in pain.

“Please come with me,” you whisper, “don’t make me do needles alone.”

“It’s amazing, you know,” Spencer says while climbing up into the ambulance, “that you can sacrifice yourself, day in and day out, and still not handle an IV.”

“If I could swat at you now, I would,” you say, sighing as you realize you won’t have mobility in your arms for a few weeks.

And as if he could read your mind, Spencer leans down to your forehead and kisses it lightly.

“Good thing I have all of that vacation time,” he muses.