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 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. //

it's a bad religion to be in love with someone who could never love you. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ in which an on-screen genius creates an off-screen disaster. *completed on 4/24/2020*

Sieben Minuten im Himmel mal anders. Tate Hastings küsst einen ihr fremden Jungen in einer Kammer. Beide tragen Augenbinden und haben nur einen einfachen Filzstift, um sich damit erkenntlich zu geben. Die Suche nach dem geheimnisvollen Jungen kann also beginnen. Wären da nicht noch Leo Knight und Levin King. Ein Herzensbrecher und ihr Herzensbrecher. cover by @wahrheitsgetreue [ ] @ashbeern [x]