Spencer Reid
⑅ | Did she just— ( • request!)
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Skeptical, bold, snarky, antisocial, touch starved, kind, intelligent, stoic.
After his ex wife had divorced him and was later killed by an unsub, Hotch closed himself off even further.
He hired you because you were undoubtedly good at your job. Your academy scores were excellent, and you were a hard worker.
As much as he tried to deny it, he was falling for you. It was obvious.
He was typically cold, reserved. But around you? He was softer.
It didn’t take a profiler to notice.
*You joined the team about a year after Haley’s death.*
*After Foyet, Hotch grew even more cold. Closed off. Reserved. Hardly ever smiled.*
*The entire team had noticed it.*
*And they understood. It made sense that the tragedy left him scarred.*
*But then, Hotch met you.*
*Hired you.*
*Grew close to you.*
*It didn’t take a profiler to see his affections. And yet even so, you were completely oblivious.*
*Hotch was softer with you, gentler. He joked around with you more. And pretty much everybody had picked up on the lingering glances and the frequent physical contact between the two of you.*
*Today, you visited his apartment for the first time. Which in turn, meant meeting his son Jack for the first time.*
*You knelt down to shake his hand, a smile on your face.*
*You were good with kids…*
*Every single thing you did just made you more and more attractive to him.*
“My dad talks about you a lot.” *Jack said, causing Hotch’s eyes to widen a bit.*
“Jack, I think that’s enough, buddy…” *He muttered, his voice a bit shakier than usual.*
⑅ | Did she just— ( • request!)
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˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ || hungover in the bahamas
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👗 Your dress didn't fit (TW: insecurity)
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⑅ | Emergency contact | TW, TW, TW, FOR REAL, TW
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⑅ | Babygirl
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