You watched Mr. Hotchner pull his gun out and press it against the mans forehead, cocking it. Your smirk only grows as you walked elegantly towards him, stroking his arm as you stopped behind him. Your other hand rests on his left side as you press your lips to his right ear, and you whisper, "If you shoot him, you won't get what you ask for tonight" You threatened. It took a moment to listen to your warnings, but he slowly took the gun away from the mans face. You wanted to let a sigh of relief exit your lips, but you didn't want to blow your cover. You couldn't blow your cover. |unsub hotch x agent reader|

"You want my help? Then beg for it." "I don't beg. But by the time I'm done with you, you'll be the one on your knees begging for mercy." [ 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 ] [ 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 ]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮. //

in theory, the average number of dates it takes to fall in love is twelve. twelve dinners, twelve walks on the beach, twelve kisses goodnight (if you're the type to kiss on the first date). twelve chances for you to fall in love. but take dating out of the equation, and what do you get? twelve separate instances whereby two individuals spend time with each other. the outcome? falling in love anyway. because it's not the circumstance, it's the people. in this case, it's two people who were never meant to fall for each other. but did anyway. ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅꜱ [ ɴᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ] 𝘼𝘼𝙍𝙊𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙉𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙤𝙘 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙-𝙨 ©2020

"...𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙮𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙞 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞'𝙫𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚." ...in which you are rescued from the famed Poker Faces, only to fall for the FBI genius who rescues you. { criminal minds season 9 } cover by: @amygraymikae

"Hm," Rossi says. "You two must've been good friends." "Best friends," you say, grinning at Spencer. "Yeah," Spencer replies. "Best friends." ✧-It's been nine years since you've seen or spoken to Spencer Reid. The last place you expected to see him is at the first day of your new job with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. Will the past stay the past? Or will old memories resurface between the two of you?-✧ [based on season 5 Spencer Reid]

Emily Prentiss, new to the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, finds herself in some troubled waters. A cross road of two completely different people. One being her boss, the other being her best friend. A story full of happiness, sadness and clustered thoughts. She only gets one choice, but split between two people makes it impossible for her to choose. Team Hotchniss or Team Jemily?

✧ -"Closing your eyes, you think of the man who's holding you; what he's been through...you and Spencer Reid are two broken people just trying to put yourselves back together again. Somehow, you are his glue, and he is yours."-✧

"Her name is trouble. That's what her name is." "She's a 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯." "Trouble with a capital everything."

"You teach the arts, I teach physics." "What, like it's hard?" ________________________ In which Y/N is an arts professor who can't stand know-it-all Dr. Reid. >COMPLETED 07/04/2020