#losing
Dear —-,
I guess sometimes things get found at the wrong time. Words get lost along the way. I’m still sad we never said goodbye or thanked each other for it all. I did not reopen the letter. I don’t think it’s mine to open. It seems kind of beautiful that some love is left safe and sealed in an old blue envelope. The bluejay stamp is three years tattered. Who knows where it’s been, but I hope it finds you okay this time.
—-
Decompressaaron hotchner x fem!reader
wc: 2.4k / masterlist/taglist
summary: aaron is very familiar with the toll being an agent takes on a person, so he does his best to help you relax when he can tell how exhausted you are.
includes: post bau hotch; not specified, but dad bod <3; fluff; explicit language; oral sex (fem receiving); unprotected sex; 18+ minors dni
a/n: a wip that I forgot about and finally got around to editing. enjoy sweet and sexy aaron <3
im sorry but he looks like an ant-eater sJSKDK
is it okay to die young?
I’ll be counting down the seconds, minutes, and hours til this day.
Iskrenost je vrlina Rijetkih!
-M.S.
Losing notebooks is easily one of the most depressing things for me. Maybe that’s privileged. I don’t care.
I had a real shit month in February. Wrote down a lot of things. Came back to China, lost it on the plane after being awake for 3 days. As if this country didn’t want me to remember my thoughts. As if they were forbidden here.
there’s no need to block you. I want you to see what you lost