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|

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

"You have more dick in your personality then in your pants, Aaron Hotchner" I spat, stepping in front of a helpless Spencer. Aaron scoffed, his shit eating grin growing as he leaned closer to me. "You want to be the judge of that, Gordon?" He joked, so I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and decker him. |a. hotchner x oc| |criminal minds high school au| |#1 in hotchxoc|

Professor Hotchner's criminal law class has a reputation. Professor Hotchner has a reputation. On your first day, you manage to draw his anger. He seems to hate you. What happens behind closed doors... that's a different story.