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"Unexpected Encounters"

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Jack Hotchner x Teacher Reader

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The fluorescent lights flickered overhead as the last parent-teacher conference of the day dragged on. You glanced at the clock, noting that it was almost time to wrap up. Just as you were about to call in the next set of parents, the door swung open and in walked a man who looked like he could use a good night's sleep. Despite the exhaustion evident in his eyes, there was a striking handsomeness about him that caught your attention immediately.

"Hello, Mr. Hotchner," you greeted him with a warm smile as he entered the room, his son Jack bounding in ahead of him.

"Hi," he replied, his voice tinged with fatigue but still polite. Jack, on the other hand, was full of energy, rushing over to his father and enveloping him in a tight hug.

"Dad, this is my music teacher!" Jack exclaimed, pulling his father closer to where you stood.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Hotchner," you said, extending your hand. Aaron Hotchner shook it firmly, his grip strong despite his weariness.

"The pleasure is mine," he replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Thank you for taking the time to meet with us."

As you settled into conversation, you couldn't help but admire the genuine affection between father and son. Aaron's eyes lit up whenever he looked at Jack, and it was clear that he was deeply invested in his son's well-being.

You discussed Jack's progress in class, focusing on both his behavior and his grades. Aaron listened attentively, nodding along as you provided feedback.

"I'm happy to see Jack making progress in music," Aaron said, his tone filled with pride. "He's a bit shy when it comes to singing, but he's been gaining confidence lately. Thank you for the encouragement."

"You're welcome," you replied with a smile. "Jack has a lot of talent, and it's been wonderful to see him come out of his shell."

As the conference drew to a close, Aaron stood up, thanking you once again for your time. Jack lingered behind for a moment, giving you a shy smile before following his father out of the room.

Watching them leave, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special about the Hotchners. Aaron's devotion to his son was evident in every word he spoke, and you found yourself admiring him more with each passing moment.

As you tidied up the conference room, your thoughts kept drifting back to the charming father and son duo.

A few days later, as you were preparing lesson plans for the upcoming week, there was a knock on your classroom door. Surprised, you looked up to see Aaron Hotchner standing in the doorway, a hesitant smile on his face.

"Mr. Hotchner, what a pleasant surprise," you said, genuinely pleased to see him again.

"Please, call me Aaron," he replied, stepping into the room. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Not at all," you assured him, gesturing for him to take a seat. "What brings you here?"

Aaron shifted uncomfortably in his seat before speaking. "I wanted to thank you again for your kind words during the parent-teacher conference. Jack hasn't stopped talking about how much he enjoys your class."

"It's my pleasure," you said, touched by his gratitude. "Jack is a wonderful student, and it's been a joy to have him in my class."

You chatted for a while longer, discussing Jack's interests and how he was adjusting to school. Aaron seemed genuinely interested in his son's education, asking thoughtful questions and listening intently to your responses.

Before he left, Aaron hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I know Jack won't have you as a teacher next year since he'll be going into another grade level. But I wanted to let you know how much we appreciate everything you've done for him."

His words warmed your heart, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of Jack moving on. "Thank you, Aaron. It's been a pleasure getting to know both you and Jack."

As Aaron left your classroom, you couldn't shake the feeling that your encounter was more than just a chance meeting. There was something about him that drew you in, something that made you eager to see him again.

Little did you know, fate had other plans in store for you two, plans that would bring you both closer together in ways you never could have imagined.

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Between thinking of where to run next to throw me off, the anxiety of me gaining on you, and thinking of how badly you want to be tickled, you’ve made a wrong turn running from me…

And in your hesitation, you feel the consequences of your actions immediately, as I squeeze your hips, only to hear you jump and squeal out. You know that isn’t all I’ve come for though. I slide under your shirt, and squeeze into your hips, until your knees go weak, and you fall against me, letting out the most adorable song of high pitched giggles as I tickle.

“This is your favorite part, isn’t it? You naughty little thing, keep laughing for me…”

I tease, gently bringing you down to the ground with me, as I keep you hugged, tickling your hips, rubbing my fingers against the soft skin covering your hipbone, and I won’t stop squeezing and kneading your precious hips… In your wiggling, you manage to jump away from me, but you find yourself pinned again, only laying on your stomach this time…

“Nowhere to run, princess… stay here and play with me, won’t you?”

I tease, my hands sliding under your shirt, and up your back, eliciting some squirms and giggles, as I tickle between your shoulder blades, softly drawing little shapes in the area with my fingers. You’re helpless under me, wiggling around and squeaking as my fingers explore more of your back, making you even softer… you kick your legs up and down in protest, but you suddenly feel me lift one of my legs, freeing one of yours! A glimmer of hope!

“What’s with all the thrashy-thrashy , pretty girl? If you really want to throw me off…”

I reach down, and squeeze into your exposed inner thigh, getting a loud squeal from you before laugh after laugh, as my second hand leaves your back and goes down to your other hip, squeezing again. Without missing a beat, i hold your legs down, and turn around, sitting on your butt as I bully your inner thighs…

“Such pretty legs, I just want to tickle you all day and night…”

I tease, squeezing and scribbling into your thighs with both hands. After making you breathless enough, I go for my prize… your adorable little feet <3

I gently bring your ankles close, and you feel as I softly tug your socks off. You’re already trying to pull your legs away, and curl your toes, but without a word, I scribble into both heels, enjoying the bucking and incoherent giggle-speak under me…

“And I thought your thighs were bad…”

I tease, skittering my fingers into your arches, and the middle of your foot, going up to the balls of your feet for more giggles as your giggles evolve into squealing and screaming for me to stop, as the ticklishness of your precious little feet never seem to end… the scribbling, skittering, never ends, as I alternate between ten fingers on one arch at a time…

I smile at your tired, pink, curled up feet and gently press a ticklish kiss into each sole, getting one last jolt and squeak from you, before joining you on the floor, as you giggle and try to recover.

“Did the pretty princess get what she wanted? She said pretty please, so I thought I’d oblige…”

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me: I watch criminal minds for the plot

the plot:

#Me

I love being tickled

So much

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My cousin it me up the side of the head with a traffic come when I was younger

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I have fallen off 4 walls, once at a gas station and 2 at a church and once at a playground

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lovingly bullying someone and them retaliating by tickling the shit out of you

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NOW ALICE HOW I AM SUPPOSED TO RECOVER FROM THIS 😭

hotch preferred when everyone called him by his last name. he never explicitly said it, but it was an unspoken rule of sorts. whether it was hotchner, hotch, or even whatever nickname penelope often came up with, he didn’t mind. as long as it wasn’t aaron.

'aaron' felt too personal to use with his co-workers. too intimate. as much as you guys were like a family, hearing aaron come out of spencer’s mouth would be as strange as a quiet crime scene.

and heck, was this crime scene hectic. the aftermath of a negotiation involving drawn weapons was always hazy— body overfilled with adrenaline and running on approximately three hours of sleep. all the law enforcement agents you could think of was present, interviewing people, collecting samples. all the lights and voices didn't help with the anxiety. but this scenario in particular had everyone scrambling to collect their thoughts.

hotch, especially. the mo of the unsub was eerily similar to that of foyet— the intricate stabbing that ensured the victim suffered long and hard but was still conscious enough to feel every inch of the next stab. the whole team was aware of the elephant stealing all the oxygen in the room, but no one really knew what to say or do given hotch’s constant stern affirmation that he was fine.

and so the whole team walked into the local police department in silence, hotch leading as the rest of you trailed behind. tired of the crickets practically sounding, you cleared your throat and exclaimed,

“so, does anyone want to get some food? i saw an authentic taco sta-“

your words trailed off as your eyes followed the figure in front of you, who was walking away haggardly towards the washrooms. you turned back towards your teammates, all of them shrugging and letting out a sigh. eventually, they all walked away with a promise to fulfill your hungry request and disappeared to their work stations.

you stood outside the bathrooms for at least five minutes, taking a step forward, then back. forward, then back. finally, you shook your head quickly, straightened your shoulders, and pushed the door into the room.

"h-hey! this is the men's-"

you didn't bother to acknowledge the young police officer by the urinal who was frantically pulling up his pants. you simply lifted an extended arm and nodded to silence him. you walked to the front of the stall where you spotted hotch's perfectly polished shoes, and stopped. once the guy left, you knocked on the door.

“hotch? i know you’re in there.”

silence. you began tapping your foot and crossed your arms, blowing out a rush of air. exasperated, you repeated again, “hotchner. open up. please.”

a click enabled you to release a breath of relief, the door opening to reveal hotch sitting on the closed toilet, head looking down with his hands crossed in between his legs.

“listen… i know you said you’re fine and that you're good to keep going, but we both know that’s bullshit. we know you. too well, even. we can tell that you're struggling, whether you like it or not. it’s obvious this case has brought up…”

your voice progressively got more silent as you noticed the response you got. silence. it wasn’t until you stopped talking did you realize his rapidly rising shoulders for each breath he took, and the way he fidgeted with his hands to hide the shaking. you immediately knelt down to his level, putting both hands on his shoulder.

“hotch? hey-“

“i'm sorry,” he mumbled.

“what?”

“i’ve been dismissive the whole day. i want to say it’s simply because i didn’t sleep last night, or the night before that, and that is part of it but… the reason i haven’t been able to sleep is because of the case. i thought the therapy was enough, i thought it would be fine once i was distracted with work,” he sighed, “i know i’ve made you all uncomfortable and i don’t know what to do about it. i wish i-“

“hotch.”

“-could just open up. i’m so sor-“

“aaron.”

he stopped his sentence midway and found your concerned eyes.

you chuckled, “if you say sorry one more time, i’m going to really make you sorry.”

it took a second for aaron to muster out a laugh as well, but eventually he did, and the sound put a genuine smile on your face.

still kneeling, your hand came up to softly caress his jaw. “don’t apologize for how you’re feeling, aaron. i’ll admit that the atmosphere is a little more tense than usual, but let's be honest here," you dropped your hand from his face, “we're all tense. we're profilers, for gods sakes. what are we but tense?"

aaron gave a nod of approval, his lip curving into a small smile.

"and also, don't feel obligated to talk to us. everyone has their own coping methods. we're just reminding you that if you do need a person to talk to... we're here to lend an ear. and of course, we hope you remember that it's more than okay to take a break or admit you're uncomfortable. we get it. we won’t judge.”

you feigned a thinking face, “well, rossi might judge a little, but at least we won’t!”

he snickered and nodded again at your words, taking a deep breath. his hands had stopped shaking and his breaths seem to be more regulated. you smiled at him one last time before the both of you began to stand up.

as aaron straightened himself, he realized something. he didn't like the others calling him by his first name, but there was something different about the way his name sounded rolling off of your tongue. in fact, he would do anything to hear you say 'aaron' again.

before you could both exit, the stall door behind you suddenly closed. a surprised ‘oh’ left your lips, and aaron looked equally as confused. the inclosed space pushed you closer to him, and just for a second, you saw his eyes flicker to your lips. you expected him to open the door like a gentlemen or apologize for the close proximity, but nothing ever came. you opened your mouth to say something, but all you could breathe was a quiet whisper of his name before he crashed his lips onto yours.

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a/n: the washroom stall door was truly a paid actor.

Pillow Wall

Characters: Fitz Grant, Reader and more White House characters

Not Requested

Word Count: 670

Inspiration: “there is only one bed.” 

The people on the plane were going crazy, they had just started flying and the papers were already rolling around everyone’s hands despite the constant warnings from the plain crew for them to be quiet for a second so they could give them some information about the flight.

Y/N sat on her chair with her computer on her legs looking at emails and checking if they had everything ready for when they landed, when her eyes landed on one email from the hotel they were staying.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath.

“Is everything okay?” her seat buddy asked while hearing her cuss.

She nodded not taking her eyes away from the computer and not giving Fitz a second look.

“Everyone,” Y/N called, making everyone stop on their tracks “I know we have a lot of things to do before we land but I need to know the room arrangement so I can send it to the hotel manager. We have 17 bedrooms so it can accommodate two people in each…”

Before she even finished talking they all started looking at the person on their right and shouting that they wanted to stay with them.

“They look like teenagers” Fitz said, not taking his eyes away from his book and that made Y/N smile a little bit.

“Guys, nothing is going to be solved like this,” she reached her purse and took a piece of paper and a pen from it “so please, write down the pairs on this paper.”

After they landed, a couple of hours later, they went straight to the hotel lobby to pick up the keys to the rooms. Some were grabbing their sleeping buddies like kids on school trips.

When Y/N finished giving the last instructions she started making her way to the front desk but a hand on her shoulder made her stop.

“I already got them,” Fitz said as he showed her the two sets of keys.

“Thank you,”

They made their way to the elevator together and rode it with Mellie and Marcus who wouldn’t stop talking about the plans for the next day.

When they arrived at the room, Fitz went straight to the bathroom and Y/N went to put their suitcases close to their beds, well she was going to until she saw the bed.

“Fitz!” she called, still in shock.

“Yes?” he asked, peeking his head out of the bathroom.

“There is only one bed”

“Oh” he reacted fully emerging from the bathroom and standing next to Y/N.

“That’s your reaction?” she asked, finally turning her attention to him “Oh?”

“What do you want me to say? That I will go to the reception and demand that they give us a bedroom with two beds in it?”

“Yeah, something along those lines would be better” she answered with a smile on her face.

“I’ll just sleep on the couch,” he said, pointing to the couch on the other side of the room and already picking up a pillow.

“No,” she said looking around and trying to find a solution “we could bill a wall”

“What?”

“A pillow wall in between ourselves on the bed.” she said, like that made the most sense in the world.

“You’re kidding right?” he really hoped she was because they were two grown adults who could share a bed without any problems and didn’t need a pillow wall.

“Nope,” she answered, picking up every single pillow she could find.

 Fitz stood back, just looking at her mesmerized with the whole situation.

“Are you going to help or not?” she asked looking at him with five pillows under her arms.

He just shocked his head and went to the closet to get some more.

“Do you want to sleep on the right or the left?” Y/N asked as they made their way to bed.

“Left”

They both layed down with their backs to the pillow wall and made themselves comfortable, the most comfortable they could be without making the wall fall.

“Goodnight Y/N”

“Goodnight Fitz”

Hello! Could you do a merlin x reader to the prompt accidentally referencing them as "my". Maybe Merlin accidentally references the reader as his s/o when speaking to arthur or smthg and arthur gets all oooo and starts questioning merlin only for the reader to come into the room and Arthur just starts teasing them and it all ends in merlin confessing his feelings? Thank you!!!

• A/N:

It's actually the first time I write for the show! i'm happy there's still people who loves it! Please keep sending me requests for any characters of the show (bonus points if it's Mordred! i freaking loooove him!)

I kept the idea of Merlin refering to reader as 'my' but changed the plot because i couldn't find how to write it... i really hope you don't mind...

AND I AM SOOOO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE! And i also apologise to the other people who sent me requests! i have a major writing block at the moment, and i didn't want to write something that would be bad... y'all trust me with your ideas, i only want to give you guys the best <3

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With the tourney coming up, Camelot was bustling; servants were running back and forth, preparing rooms for the lords and ladies that would come. And Arthur didn't spare Merlin, who already had tones of chores to do... And more chores meant he wouldn't be spending time with you any time soon...

It wasn't really a secret that the young man had a crush on you; though he thought he was hiding it good enough, pretty much everyone saw it. Yes, even Arthur; he was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to tease Merlin about it.

And it's the day of the tourney that said opportunity came.

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The day was just as chaotic as you would expect it to be. Servants and squires running around the grounds of the castle to get what their lords want; Horses were being tended to; Ladies could be seen occasionaly, looking for the knight they wished to give their favors to... And Arthur was being Arthur. He made Merlin run to his room to get him something that he forgot (of course he said that it was Merlin who forgot it).

Merlin was running in one of the corridors, dodging other servants and guards, apologising when he knocked into someone. But in his hurry, he spotted you carrying a basket of what looked like bed sheets. Merlin had not seen you in maybe 2 or 3 days. He was running so fast that when he saw you and tried to stop to talk to you, he tripped over his own feet, and fell face first on the hard ground, and what he was carrying ended up flying at the end of the corridor.

People around didn't stop to help him; some looked at him laying on the ground but kept walking. Everyone except you. You ran up to him.

"Merlin? Merlin, are you okay?"

You put your hand on his shoulder lightly. He growned in pain, holding the side of his head.

"I think I'm okay, but I have hit my head pretty hard..."

He said. Merlin knew that he would be okay, he could use magic to heal himself.

"Are you sure? Maybe we should get Gaius to check if you are really okay..."

He knew he shouldn't smiled but seeing you so worried for him was making him flustered. He sat up slowly, his hand still holding the side of his head.

"No, no, really I'm good... I have to go back to Arthur's tent to help him finish getting ready for the tourney. This dollophead can't do it alone."

He laughed. The last comment made you chuckle. It was impressive how Merlin could talk to the Prince and not get punished for it... You helped him stand up, making sure he could actually stand on his two feets.

"Alright Merlin, you go help him... but stop running please. You are going to really hurt yourself one day..."

He chuckled, and before he could really think, he kissed your forehead.

"Don't worry, my (Y/n), i wont!"

It took Merlin a second, seeing your red face, to realise what he had just done and said. Which resulted in him blushing just as much as you. He started stuttering, trying to apologise and his heart was racing. You found that endearing. You thought he was adorable.

Unbeknownst to both of you, Arthur, who was getting impatient seeing as Merlin had not come back, was standing at the end of the corridor, watching. Now, he had what he wanted to tease Merlin as much as much as possible...

"(Y/n) I- hum- I'm sorry I- I don't know why I did that-"

"Merlin, it's okay, no need to apologise..."

You said calmly. You just looked at eachother for a second before you both smiled. You were looking at the ground, with red cheeks, but Merlin couldn't look away from you, completely entranced by you. You cleared your throat before saying:

"I should go or I'm going to be yelled at.... And Arthur is going to be mad if you don't come back soon... But we could talk again, later..."

His heart was pounding so hard, he was sure you could hear it.

"Yes- Y-Yes, absolutely! Can't wait!"

He said breathlessly. You picked up your basket.

"Then , see you later."

You stood on your tip toes, and kissed his cheek. You gave him one last smile and left. Merlin stood there, smiling like a dork, watching you leave. When you turned a corner and disappeared from sight, a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. And when he turned, he saw Arthur smiling mischievously.

"I send you to my chambers to get something, and find you flirting with (Y/n)- Let me rephrase this. Flirting with your (Y/n)~"

Merlin became red from neck to the tip of his ears. It was really his luck... He wouldn't hear the end of it. Arthur added:

"I can't blame you, Merlin. They're very pretty... And it's about time you do something about that crush you have on them, because I was getting frustrated to see you all desesperate to get their attention..."

"Oh, you mean desesperate like you are when Guinevere is in your vicinity...?"

The words flew out of his mouth before he had time to stom them. Arthur looked at Merlin with raised eyebrows, as if saying 'oh, are we really doing that now...?'. Merlin started taking small steps backward, before breaking into a full sprint with Arthur chasing after him...

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DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS!

Some TOH doodles of potential confrontations that would have been neat

Can I have “I can’t sleep, can I sleep here?” with Merlin? Soft cuddles with baby boy in his tiny af bed. Thank you!!!

Sure! Hope you enjoy!💖

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Sleepless Nights and Magical Moments

You can't sleep and end up going to Merlin. He has just the cure for you.

#244 “I can’t sleep, can I sleep here?”

It was one of those nights that everything seemed to make you on edge. The creaking of the house, the sounds of people outside through the open windows, and the occasional blowing of wind caused your mind to be wide awake.

You were staying with Gaius in Camelot, training under him as a physician like Merlin. However, aforementioned man was here before you, so he got the room and tiny bed all to himself. Which you would rather prefer right now because the proximity you had to the front door was starting to freak you out.

Not to mention, Gauis made you read a book on venomous creatures before bed, not all of them appealing to look at.

So, needless to say, you needed some comfort and a distraction. You needed it right now.

"Merlin? Are you awake?" Your voice was hushed as you knocked on the door to his room. A few moments passed by before it opened with a slight squeak.

You were greeted with a tired-looking Merlin, with hair every which way.

"I am now...what's wrong?" He asked while rubbing at his eye with the sleeve of his shirt. You looked back to make sure Gauis was still asleep before looking back at him.

“I can’t sleep, can I sleep here?” You said shyly, pulling at your own clothes. Normally, it wouldn't be that big of a deal, but you guys sort of had a thing going. It was undefined, but more than friends was definitely part of the deal.

Still, he went red in the face, looking from you to back at his tiny bed.

"I think I can make space." Merlin said with that typical smile and little laugh. You thanked him as he moved to allow you into his room.

The transition happened quickly with him climbing back into bed so you could curl up with him. His bed was tiny, barely room for him. So, you were practically on top of Merlin as he had an arm around your shoulders to keep you from falling. Both of you were hesitant and shy, and you could hear how fast his heart was beating as your head lay on his chest just below his chin.

"So...you had a nightmare?" He asked, and you could feel his gentle breath on the top of your head when he spook.

You shuffled a little closer to him, feeling yourself sliding.

"Sort of. I just couldn't sleep...just felt on edge." You tried to explain, moving your hand to his chest as well. Merlin shifted slightly to give you more room.

"It's okay...I'm just fine where I am." You said to him, face red.

"Oh...I'm glad." Merlin stuttered with his words, but he eventually was able to express that he was happy to have you so close to him. In fact, the gentle cuddles he was getting here was something he didn't know he needed.

"Are you feeling better?" Merlin asked, wondering if you'd be able to sleep now.

"Here with you? I think I'll be just fine." You told him before burying your head in the crook of his neck. The poor boy stopped breathing for a second, but your words gave confidence.

His hand soon found your back and he rubbed it gently. For some reason, there was a warmth emanating from it that lulled you to sleep.

It was magical.

You soon found yourself falling asleep in the crook of his embrace. That tiny bed holding you both throughout the night as Merlin himself found peace from your presence. You may not know it now, but he helped you more than ever.

When morning came, Merlin was glad to see that his magic gave you a nightmare free night.