𝘽𝘼𝘿 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙄𝙍𝙀 aron Hotchner x Reader]

chapter ten

Author's  note:
Okay so before you start reading this i need you to understand i planned this before christmas and i was sure i was going to be able to post it on time but school happened and... yeah, i'm sorry

This and the next chapters are christmas related 🤶🏻

Also, i love spencer

Songs

Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers

"I hate you for what you did
And I miss you like a little kid
I faked it every time, but that's alright
I can hardly feel anything, I hardly feel anything at all"

From where you are by Lifehouse

"I miss the years that were erased
I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face
I miss all the little things I never thought that they'd mean everything to me
Yeah, I miss you
And I wish you were here"

I

You can hear the clock on the wall as a cursed pace, while two eyes are glued on you. The face that is looking at you is new, and even though she has done nothing bad, you can't help but feel angry, and frustrated.

"If we want this to work..." she says, serious. "You need to speak"

You cross your arms, while she annotates something in her notebook.

"Listen, I know you have been through a lot..."

You look at her, without any emotion. "Oh, really?"

She ignores your hostility and keeps talking. "And it is normal that you don't want to speak about it. But if you want to keep working you need to cooperate. Agent Hotchner was very clear, and the results of your psychological exam were too."

You frown, but keep silent. That small movement probably is the most reactive thing you have done in the whole session.

"You don't have to talk about anything you don't want. Why don't we start with something simple? Tell me about your life. Who are you living with? How is your relationship with them?"

Taking a deep breath, you look at the clock. You still have thirty minutes left, and sadly she is right; if you want to keep working, you need to participate in this stupid therapy.

Licking your lips, you look at her desk. "I'm living with my boyfriend"

"That's great. What's his name?" She asks, faking enthusiasm.

"Dylan," you say.

"How long has he been your boyfriend?"

"A month, almost" She raises her eyebrows, and you feel attacked. "But we have been friends for a year or more."