Do y'all remember that one episode when Elle got arrested in Jamaica and Hotch have to fly there to take her in bail.

The moment he walked into that room he took in Elle's outlook (because she was arrested in her night dress) without missing a beat he removed his jacket and offered it to her.

That's it, that's the bar.

That's what I look for in men.

I look for Aaron hotchener in men.

Devastated.

Get away from me.

Someone get this man out of my head.

The two extremes of my ideal type: the dilf much older than my dad aaron hotchner, or the nerdy angel face boy spencer reid.

i think we collectively moved on from this picture way too fast 🫠

Whoever invented "open in app" links that redirect you to the app store instead of actually opening the app even when you already have the app installed on your phone should be involuntarily turned into a beanbag chair

Bitches be lesbian with a raging breeding kink!

It’s me I’m bitches😔

Words: 6,924 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: the prison Warnings: language, mild gore (killing walkers), really none! it’s mostly fluff! Summary: Daryl realizes how touch-starved he’s been and exactly who he wants to satisfy that with. Really just sweet, vulnerable Daryl.[he is baby in this fic 100%]

Daryl startled awake, shooting straight up on his bed.

“Wow! Sorry! I was trying to wake you up gently!”

He looked up at her with a steely glare. Then he let out a sigh and his shoulders slumped, the frantic alarmed feeling passing quickly as he realized it was just Carol. “The hell ya wakin’ me up for at all? I didn’t fall asleep until the sun was nearly up,” he growled, swinging his legs down over the edge of the bed and planting his feet on the floor. He still had his boots on.

She gave him a sympathetic look. “Sorry… but I really could use a hand. The water line is clogged up with mud again. The others are going to keep the herd on the fence occupied and thin the numbers down while I try to clear it. I could use you to watch my back.”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, alrigh’. Just gimme a few minutes. I’ll meet ya out in the yard.”

“Okay, Pookie” she teased him, smiling. She reached to affectionately smooth a hand over his tousled hair but he deflected it hurriedly and shot her another look that made her laugh. “I’ll see you in a minute,” she chuckled.

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i’ve literally been here the whole time

Ovulating and I need hotch now

the vibe i bring to the function

i just think that professor reid.

(edited by me) what more do i say 🤷‍♀️🎀

"I dont understand greys anatomy watchers. how entertaining can 20 seasons be ?"

I say as i rewatch the 16 seasons of criminal minds

Me after reading the wildest hotch x reader fanfic on this site

intelligence & issues || masterlist

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Status: Completed!

MAIN MASTERLIST || HOTCH MASTERLIST || AO3 LINK || PLAYLIST LINK

(pics of Hotch from @ssahotchnerr y’all go follow them!! they post pics of our fav 🥺)

One: The word is out on the street that love is looking for you

Two: And the pain you feel is a different kind of pain

Three: Put a price on emotion, I’m looking for something to buy

Four: These places and these faces are getting old

Five: What doesn’t kill me makes me want you more

Six: Said “I’m fine” but it wasn’t true

Seven: He could make you see how the world could be, in spite of the way that it is

Eight: I had all and then most of you, some and none of you

Nine: He’s thinking of you

Ten: When she fell, she fell in spite of herself

Eleven: I thought, “Heaven can’t help me now.”

Twelve: Honey, Hell is when I fight with you

Thirteen: I can’t talk to you when you’re like this

Fourteen: Everyone looked worse in the light

Fifteen: Makes me wanna know that body like it’s mine**

Sixteen: Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you

Seventeen: We might just get away with it, the altar is my hips**

Eighteen: I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

Nineteen: You’re holding me after everything you found out

Twenty: You know all that, still you stay

Twenty-One: Can you hear me screaming “Please don’t leave me”?

Twenty-Two: I can’t imagine a world with you gone

Twenty-Three: And I was catching my breath

Twenty-Four: Long story short, I survived

Twenty-Five: Touch me gently, like a summer evening breeze**

Twenty-Six: I can see the end, as it begins

Twenty-Seven: Sometimes it’s bad, you know that I notice

Twenty-Eight: I know it’s hard enough to love me

Twenty-Nine: But I woke up in a safehouse singing, “Honey, let’s get married.”**

Thirty: So why do I feel like I’m fooling you?

Thirty-One: He’s a right answer**

Thirty-Two: I hope I never lose you, hope this never ends

Thirty-Three: You have someone that loves you

Thirty-Four: Do you think I’ll be happy?

Thirty-Five: I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you

Thirty-Six: I want you to know that I was wrong

Epilogue: I’ll be yours forever, ‘til forever falls apart