#Aaron Hotchner x teen!reader

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*not my gif <3

Comfort

Aaron Hotchner x Teen!Reid!Reader

Summary: Hotch comforts Spencer's daughter when she's worried about her dad

Set in: Season 14 Episode 1 "300"

Warnings: Reader is worried about Spencer, mentions of a parent hypothetically dying, hints of self-deprecation

A/n: what i'd give to see Hotch in the later seasons :(

When you were little and your dad was in danger, the team kept it from you as long as they could.

The older you got, the more difficult it was for them to lie or stretch the truth.

By now you were too old for them to not tell you.

They spared you the details of the actual situation.

You just knew Spencer was abducted, and, therefore, there was a chance he wasn't coming back alive.

You wondered if this was it.

If this would finally be the time your dad didn't make it out on the other side of a life threatening situation.

You waited at the BAU and sat by your dad's desk, wondering if that desk would belong to someone else in a few months, maybe years.

Hotch exited his office and slowly walked towards you.

He saw the emotionless expression on your face and his heart sank.

"Hey," He said softly.

You didn't reply.

He walked closer to you and leaned against your dad's desk.

"You can talk to me, you know that right?" He said.

The feeling of guilt had started to build up in his throat.

Maybe if he'd been more careful, or more observant, this wouldn't have happened.

You waited a minute before speaking. "You know, even with everything he's been through there's still this weird thing in my head that convinces me he'll be okay."

"He might." Sugar coating things wouldn't help you right now.

"But he might not." You finally looked at him with glassy eyes.

A quiet, bitter chuckle left your lips.

Not becuase anything was humorous, you simply couldn't believe this was happening again.

"I don't know what I'd do without him, Hotch." Your voice shook as you spoke.

"You're not supposed to," Hotch said. "I know that does little to comfort you. I wish there was something I could say to make it better but there isn't."

"This shouldn't happen to people. And I don't mean me, I mean... hasn't he been through enough? Even if he survives, physically. One person can only handle so much."

"Your dad is strong, and he has you to remind him why he has to keep going."

"What if I'm not enough to make life feel worth it to him?" You asked, your voice cracking.

"Enough?" He asked, shocked. "Y/N, on every bad day I've seen your dad have, when he gets to go home and see you, I can see the weight on his shoulders ease. You've been enough for him to keep going since the day you were born. Hell, even before you were born."

You didn't bother fighting against the sobs begging to be released anymore.

"Come here," Hotch said softly, opening his arms.

You gave in and let him hold you while you sobbed.

He wasn't a very touchy person usually, but he felt differently about that when it came to certain people, and you were one of them.

Hotch swore to himself then that if your dad didn't make it back, he would always be there for you.

You would never be alone as long as he was around.

★

You sat in Aaron's office after that.

He didn't go with the others when they went to hopefully bring Spencer back, choosing to stay with you instead.

You sat on the couch in his office, a book you had only read three pages of open in front of you.

Hotch saw your eyes start to falter.

"You should get some rest, Y/N."

"No, I need to be awake when they get back." You insisted.

"I'll wake you up," Hotch assured you.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

You lay down on the couch and eventually fell asleep. Aaron went to get you a blanket and carefully covered you with it.

★

"Y/N." Hotch shook you awake. "Your dad's almost here."

You quickly sat up, "He's okay?"

"Yeah. He's in the elevator now, he'll be up in a minute."

Relieved tears welled up in your eyes.

"Thank you," You whispered, leaning forward to hug him.

"For what?"

"Being here." You said quietly. "And whatever you did that helped get him back."

Hotch tightened his hold on you, "I'll always be here, Y/N."

fin. ♡

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Chocolate & Movies

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner & daughter!reader

Imagine: having period cramps is one of the worst things, but luckily you have a dad who knows what will help, or in other words Aaron Hotchner is the best father you could ask for

Warnings: period, period cramps, pain, you know normal period things (me writing this as a woman knowing full well most men don’t know what I actually mean), hotch being the best dad ever, hotch cuddles, hotch hugs, idk what more

A/N Me 🤝 writing fics for my own comfort

This is my first Criminal Minds fic so I hope I did ok, and if you have a request for Criminal Minds pls send them in

So I’m mainly writing this because my period cramps are worse than normal, and I can take a lot of pain before it gets too much, and my period cramps are usually bad, so thought why not write some comfort fic about it and here we are, this is for anyone who have period cramps so enjoy I guess, sorry that it’s short

Side note: I wanted to ad that this is what usually helps me I’m not saying it helps everyone

You knew you should’ve been up by now, but there was no energy in your body to do so. All your energy went to not cry out in loud sobs of pain. It felt like someone was stabbing knives into your stomach and twisting them around. Any position you tried made the excruciating pain worse. Even the thought of walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water to take with the medication caused the pain to spike up. Your nauseous state didn’t help nor the fact that it felt like you were going to faint as soon as you lifted your head up.

Jack had already left for school and you were supposed to be in your father’s car in ten minutes so that he could drive you to school. However if you had a say in the matter that would not be the case, if you got your will through you’d be at home the whole day wallowing in the pain you got once a month as you (in your dramatic words) bled out.

You were about to take your phone (not wanting to yell) to ask your father if you could stay home when you heard his voice yell out to you. “Y/N, we’re leaving in ten, you ready?” seconds later when he hadn’t gotten a response, your door swung open and the bright light from outside shined inside your once dark room. Your dad saw you laying on the bed and even if he wasn’t a profiler he would still have been able to see the pain that you were trying to hide from showing on your face.

Aaron’s face softened as concern washed over his expression the more he looked at you. He went over to your bed and crouched down, his hand going out in concern towards your forehead thinking you might have a fever and a headache at first, but you felt completely fine against his hand. “What’s wrong honey” he heard you take a deep breath before letting out some few mumbled words “period cramps, hurt a lot”

“You wanna stay home” Aaron noticed how you sighed in relief at his question, and was glad that he had understood the situation right. He got a nod from you and went out of your room to tell the school you weren’t coming in today. Not long after he was back to crouching beside your bed, this time caressing your arm softly.

“I have to go to work, but we won’t have a case for a while so you can come with me if you want, we can stop at the store on the way and get-“ he was cut of by a groan coming from you as you tried to once more not give in to the pain.

“Yeah I’d like to come with you if it means I get to cuddle with you, otherwise I’ll stay here”

“Go get ready, I’ll get you a glass of water for the meds, okay?” Hotch got another nod from you and he went out to leave you to get dressed, well as dressed as pajamapants and one of your fathers oversized hoodie was. You took the painkillers, your phone, charger, headphones and grabbed the coziest blanket you could find and went out to the car.

Not soon after you’d been to the store, bought a ton of chocolate and were now in your fathers office. Aaron had changed from working by the desk to sitting on the couch writing reports as you cuddled into him. Headphones on (as to not disturb your father from his work) as your comfort show was playing on your phone. A bunch of chocolate wrappers were spread around on the floor and desk.

And even later that day when you got home, Aaron cuddled with you as you watched movies and ate chocolate. A heat pad (is that what they are called, I literally have no clue, says the person who always uses them) laid across your stomach, which together with the warmth from your father relieved some of the pain. That along with the fact that Aaron’s hugs could always bring some of the pain away. Maybe it was a dad thing, you didn’t know but you were happy that your father was a great hugger, and that his hugs always made you feel okay.

[pendragon-writes]

𝒮𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐹𝓊𝓃

Dad!Hotch with Teen!Son!Reader

Requested: Yes

With the prompt: Sledding down the biggest hill in town.

"Hey slow down! I can't keep up with you if you keep running!" Aaron panted out, holding Jack in his arms who was giggling at his dad and older brother. Today Aaron didn't have any work to do and since it began snowing as of late you both agreed to go out and go sledding, plus with everything that happened and with Jack you could all agree that this was a well-needed break.

The chilly air made your breath visible and your gloved hands could feel the traces of coldness around you. Jack and Aaron's faces already had tints of red from the cold but it wasn't enough to be concerning. You slowed down your pace just enough for Aaron to catch up and opened your arms for Jack. "Here let me hold him, knowing you and your age you might break something." You tease, taking a hold of Jack and giving him a piggyback ride. "For your information (Y/n) I am in very good condition but nonetheless you can carry Jack."

°。°。°。°。°。°。

Once you finally made it to the hill you spotted the free sleds that they always kept around for people to use. After gently placing Jack you pointed to the sleds and asked if he wanted to go with you or dad. Jack pointed to you resulting in you sticking your tongue out to your dad. You sat Jack in front of you as you both got on the sled, waiting for him to get on his respective one.

"You ready?" You challenged, Aaron gave a look of determination as Jack giggled. You started the countdown and before you knew it you and Jack were sliding down the hill with no problem, Aaron not too far behind. The land seemed to blur at how fast you two were going, Jack laughing in joy the whole way down. After a few minutes you made it to the bottom of the hill, both you and Jack reigning the winners. "How about we go another round, we'll give you a head start." You said with a smirk. "Oh, you're on."

[rae-is-typing]

Stop this is actually fucking precious 🥺😭♥️

sweet pea

aaron hotchner x teen!reader, bau team x teen!reader

5 times the team hears about you and the 1 time they actually meet you

cw: fem reader, set over the span of three years, case mentions, broken family unit, hotchner trio, hotch is a swiftie, also refers to his daughter as ‘sweet pea’, team is nosy, eating/food, forehead kisses run the hotchner home

wc: 3.4k

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1. inception

child cases are always rough.

they’re not only extremely sensitive, but they hit emotionally for everyone involved. 

it’s a small town and yet no strong leads. there’s no reason for the case to be as difficult as it is, but every case the team looks into is different.

local p.d. bring in a woman named chancy solace. she was the last one to see the missing boy alive and no one wants to wait around for another death to happen to look for evidence.

hotch was set to do the interview.

he asked basic questions about the missing boy, keeping his voice calm as she recounted her day through tears. they all knew she was innocent, no doubts about it. he was set to finish up after a few moments. it was clear she didn’t know much.

as he went to stand, however, solace had stopped him.

“do you have children, agent hotchner?” her voice was broken.

hotch nods. “i do.”

“how old?”

“my son is 3 and my daughter is 13.”

the air outside the room went stale. everyone on the team knew jack. some had even met him within his first few weeks of life. he was three, that was a fact - but a daughter? not once had hotch mentioned one, let alone one with such a large age gap. jack never rattled about a big sister either.

solace frowned, more tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. “then you must understand the guilt i’m feeling right now. can you imagine if you were the last one to see your daughter before she disappeared? how can i possibly have it in me to be a part of this?”

hotch doesn’t want to think about the question she posed, not at all.

“we’re going to find him. it’s going to be alright,” it was a promise, one hotch intended not to break.

he left the room after that. their only known witness wasn’t much help for the case and there was no point in wasting time.

rossi stops hotch before he can walk away.

“why’d you lie?”

there’s no question on what rossi is asking about. it’s profiling 101 that lying to a suspect, no matter innocent or not, could be dangerous.

hotch glanced at his team.

“i didn’t.”

2. first encounter

you’ve had a really, really, really bad day.

from the second you woke up, everything seemed to go wrong. school wasn’t any better and by the end of the day, the only thing you wanted to do was see your dad. he’s your favorite person and a hug from him always reassures you that things will be okay.

you text him before your last class of the day to ask when he’ll be home. if it’s even possible, a deeper frown appears on his face when he tells you no later than six. 

part of you wants to be happy from that response. no later than six means there’s no cases and he’s on top of his files. but after the day you had, you just need someone and waiting nearly four hours for him to get home is less than ideal. 

can i come to the bau?

your text is a shot in the dark. your dad keeps you out of his profession and you’ve never stepped foot in quantico. you just hope he gets some sort of semblance for what's going on if you're asking to come see him.

he responds back seconds later. ‘i’ll send an agent.’

it’s not that he doesn’t trust you to get there on your own, there’s even a direct line from the train station closest to your school, but you're still young, only 14, and you know he would feel more comfortable having an agent pick you up.

the next time you check your phone, your dad has sent a message with the name of the agent and instructions on how to prove that it’s him. it’s not him being overprotective, it’s him wanting you to be safe. 

agent anderson is easy enough to spot. you run through the procedures your dad wanted and once you know it’s the right person, you get in the car.

he doesn’t say anything when you shove your earbuds in your ears and shuffle your playlist and you’re thankful for that. you’re especially grateful that he doesn’t ask questions when you bite your lip and swipe away stray tears that have fallen down your face.

music is an outlet for you, an escape, and right now that’s all you wanted to do. 

earbuds remain in your ears as you step into the bau building. anderson leads you through security and gets you a visitors badge. you very faintly hear any of his verbal instructions.

he leaves you once you reach the right floor, pointing through the glass doors to show you where to go. with a smile, he’s gone.

you weigh your options for a moment before walking in. you told your dad you're here but you don’t know where his office is. and right now, you really do not want to deal with anyone else. but with a deep breath, you decide to take your chances and head in.

a child walking into the bau is an automatic red flag, let alone one with puffy eyes and red cheeks, a clear sign of crying.

morgan and j.j. are the first two to stand up, wasting no time in circling their desks to walk to where you stand at the bullpen entrance; j.j.’s mouth already open with an “are you alright?” on the tip of her tongue.

but before they reach you, and before j.j. can speak, hotch is out of his office and moving down the stairs.

he steps in front of them when he faces you, thus shielding you from the prying eyes of the team. you look up at your dad, eyes full of a new wave of tears.

hotch doesn’t hug you then, though he desperately wants to, nor does he explain who you are to the team. instead, he places a strong hand on your shoulder, turning you slightly before guiding you up to his office. the door is shut and the blinds are closed. the two of you are cut off from the others and all of them know not to intrude.

“who was that?” rossi questioned after stepping onto the catwalk. the commotion was noticeable.

“i think we just met y/n.”

3. phone call 

on flights home from cases, what the team does onboard genuinely varies with what time of day it is.

during early morning and late night flights, you can find most of the team asleep, trying to make up for the rest lost in the past few days. anything between that is typically a more active time.

hotch is dealt into a game of poker with the entire team. rossi acts as the dealer claiming he’s “not in the mood to get outsmarted at his favorite game.”

the entire group is laughing and chatting among themselves as they play. there’s no reason not to, it was a successful case - worth the positive mood on the jet.

hotch’s phone ringing cuts through emily’s turn.

he holds his hands up in defense and mumbles a quiet apology.

“hi sweet pea,” hotch barely has time to greet you before he gets cut off with your frantic “did you listen?”

his laugh causes the others to bring their heads up from their cards. a hotch laugh is uncommon, rare.

“i did. we finished up here last night so i listened before i went to bed and finished when i woke up,” he answers your question. 

he waits for your response, already knowing that you want to know his thoughts on the album.

“well,” hotch pauses. “if i’m being honest, i liked it more than fearless.”

j.j. and emily are the only two who have any idea what he’s talking about. a record could be set for how fast their eyes snap to each other once it clicks.

hotch is quiet for a few moments. though no one can make out exactly what you’re saying on the other end, they can hear your muffled rambling.

“yeah yeah, i liked that one too,” hotch agrees. “i think my top two are dear john and haunted, though. her songwriting is incredible in those.”

whatever he means clearly pleases you judging by the content look on his face.

“alright i have to get going,” he starts. “but i have the vinyl reserved at the record store. we can go when i get back? should be home by two.”

you agree without hesitation, several “thank you’s” being repeated. hotch won’t admit it ever to anyone besides you, but he’s excited to hear it on vinyl too. it’s kinda your shared thing.

“i’ll see you when i get home, okay? i love you.”

he hangs up after goodbyes, placing his phone back onto the table before picking up his cards. the silence lingers in the air even after he makes the motion that he’s ready to continue. “what?”

“you listen to taylor swift?”

hotch smiles, a genuine one. “my daughter loves her. have to keep up somehow.”

4. vacation 

when hotch doesn’t show up to work for a week, it takes only the first day for the team to panic. it had been a little over a year and a half since foyet had stabbed hotch and hotch had gone missing. no one was going to take chances when their boss, who typically had perfect attendance, showed up without notice.

rossi and morgan went to strauss at the end of the day. 

their interrogation on hotch’s whereabouts is in good faith, but it doesn’t take a profiler to notice strauss’ sigh at their concerns.

“agent hotchner is on vacation,” she starts. “he should be back next week. until then, i am under orders to not assign a new case unless necessary.”

the agents turn to each other in confusion as they leave. “a vacation? come on rossi, when in all the years of knowing him has hotch ever willingly gone on vacation.”

the older man shrugs. “i don’t know. maybe this’ll be good for him.”

there’s no arguing with that.

when hotch returns the following monday, no one hesitates to notice the change in his physical appearance.

his skin is tanned and he has a slight tinge of sunburn on his nose and cheekbones; a clear sign he went somewhere warm.

“hotch!” emily catches him before he can retreat to his office.

all eyes are on him and he knows it. 

“where were you?” she inquired. 

hotch sighs. “greece.” 

this catches the attention of the other team members in the bullpen. rossi seems to have found an empty chair at j.j.’s desk. even garcia had chosen this exact moment to get a new cup of coffee.

“greece?” emily stutters. “like the european country?”

hotch nods. “that’s the one.” 

morgan whistles. vacations in the bau are fairly uncommon. the looming threat of being called back for a case stops most from planning. even if the timing does work out, no one goes far; let alone out of the country. 

“and you just decided to go there for a casual vacation,” j.j.’s tone isn’t condescending, but rather showing genuine curiosity.

“it’s y/n’s birthday in a few months and she’s always wanted to go,” hotch explains like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “jack’s still a little too young so he stayed with jessica.”

he doesn’t mingle around after that, choosing to head up to his office to get set up after his week away.

“huh,” garcia murmurs. “didn’t take him for a greek island guy.”

“guess that shows just how much he’s wrapped around y/n’s finger.”

5. baked goods

you don’t have school today.

despite that, you still get up early to have breakfast with your brother and dad. once jack is picked up by the bus for school, your dad gets ready for work.

you stay in the kitchen, however, moving the cookies you made last night from one container to the other.

when your dad reappears, you wait for his hands to be empty before posing your question.

“is there any way you can give these to agent rossi?” you practically shove the container into your dad’s hand.

aaron raises an eyebrow. “rossi?”

“you mentioned he was italian,” you wait for a nod of confirmation. “these are canestrelli, they’re an italian cookie. i wanted to know if you could give these to him for a taste test.”

he smiles. “trying to expand your baking horizons?”

you match his expression. “exactly.”

with a kiss to your forehead, your dad is out the door and off to work.

“delivery,” hotch’s tone is steady as he knocks on rossi’s office door.

“from who?”

“y/n,” hotch answers as he sets the container down. “she tried to make canestrelli and wanted your opinion. i’m just the messenger.”

rossi takes the container from hotch. he opens it up before plucking a cookie out and examining it. “looks authentic.” 

if he’s being honest, even if the cookie isn’t good, he’ll still love it.

but it isn’t.

of course it isn’t.

rossi takes one bite and his eyes widen.

“i haven’t had canestrelli this good since the last time i went to italy. tell her she should be very proud and i will be happy to pay for more.”

hotch can’t hide his proud expression. “i will.”

+1 first meeting

you always wait for your dad to get home from work. it’s routine.

plus, you made a promise to jack when you put him to bed that you would send your dad upstairs when he got home.

you bake in the meantime. it’s something to pass the time and you figure having something fresh to eat would be a nice surprise for your dad.

music plays from the record you have spinning. you keep it quiet as to not wake jack up upstairs. he’s not a light sleeper, but you don’t want to disturb his rest.

the side door opens as you're mixing the flour to the batter. tonight’s bake is gingerbread. easy enough to make. 

it surprises you when your dad doesn’t call out a hello. he’s come home this late before when you’re still up and he always makes it a point to greet you. plus, you have music playing. there’s no doubt he can’t hear that.

“dad?” your voice is quiet.

you peer around the corner, stepping out a bit further when you see him, though you freeze when you notice the other people following him. 

“hi sweet pea,” his voice is tired, you can tell. you close your eyes when he hugs you and kisses your forehead. if his team is here you know it’s not good.

“what’s going on?”

he turns to you. “i can explain in a few minutes. are you okay for introductions?” his voice lowers for the last part, not wanting the team to hear if you say no.

you nod, though anxiety bubbles at the pit of your stomach at the deflection of the question.

“everyone, this is y/n, my daughter,” your dad starts. unsure what to do, you wave slightly. “y/n, this is my team, that’s dave, derek, emily, spencer, j.j., and penelope.” he points to each of the people as he rattles his name off.

while your dad kept you out of his work, you did faintly know each member of the team. he talked about them in passing and jack rambled often about something “uncle dave” or “uncle derek” did.

“why are they here?” you hope your question doesn’t come off as rude.

your dad squeezes your arm. “can you go back in the kitchen for a few? i’m going to get these guys set up and then i can explain. is jack asleep?”

you nod. “i put him to bed a few hours ago. he was asking for you.”

“thank you,” he starts. “i’ll go see him in a bit.”

the conversation is over. you feel awkward standing in the foyer where you’re clearly the center of attention. you turn and walk into the kitchen. finishing your baking seems like a good idea.

aaron enters the kitchen as you’re pouring the batter into the pans. the music is off by now, though the record stays on the turntable. he waits for you to put the pan in the oven and face him before explaining.

“there’s a mole in the bau. we’re trying to figure it out but we obviously can’t work there. i volunteered our house. we would’ve gone to dave’s but he’s having work done.” you know he’s giving you the most minimal answer possible.

“oh,” you’re honestly not quite sure what else to say.

he continues. “we’re hoping to have it cleared up soon but we don’t have a lot of our normal equipment. i wasn’t expecting you to be up for all this. couldn’t sleep?”

“was waiting for you to get home,” you shrugged. “you know i always do.” 

“yeah i know. i should’ve called.”

you turn to him. “It’s alright. i’m just going to clean up while i wait for the gingerbread to be done and then i’ll go to bed.” 

your dad nods. “let me know when you do.” he disappears out of the kitchen after that.

cleaning up doesn’t take long and you’re still elbows deep in soapy water when the oven beeps. you take it out of the pan and set it on a cooling rack before gathering your stuff. you’re honestly exhausted.

going into the living room takes a moment of mental courage. you know everyone is in there and you don’t want to interrupt them. but, you’ve missed your dad and you want him to say goodnight.

“um, i’m going to head up to bed,” your voice echoes through the room. it was fairly quiet before and you feel embarrassed for interrupting that. the first part is directed at your dad. you turn to the rest of the team. “i made fresh gingerbread if anyone wants any. it’s on the counter, help yourself. i also put on a fresh pot of coffee and that should be ready soon.”

aaron’s heart is so full that he almost forgets the case at hand.

“i’ll be up in a minute,” aaron voices.

you hum, nodding to the team as a non-verbal goodnight.

he dishes out individual assignments within the team. they’ll work as a group to start before taking shifts so others can rest.

jack’s room is his first stop. he doesn’t wake the boy, choosing to instead kiss his forehead before picking up his stuffed dinosaur, a gift, and placing it back on the bed.

you’re just getting under the covers when your dad knocks.

“come in!”

your dad steps inside, shutting the door slightly.

“hi,” you smile.

“hi,” he echoes. “good day?”

you shrug. “yeah, i guess so. i got jack from school and we spent the afternoon together. missed you though.”

aaron frowns. “i’m sorry sweet pea. didn’t think this was going to happen. none of us did.”

“i know you didn’t. i’m not mad.”

you want to continue your statement and wash away any guilt you know he’s feeling. but, your body betrays you and a yawn cuts you off.

“alright, time for bed,” his words make you feel like a child but you know he’s right.

he tucks you in and like with jack, he kisses your forehead.

“goodnight dad, i love you.”

“i love you too.”

his demeanor changes when he goes downstairs and sits with the team. he’s serious, ready to work. right now this case is his priority. he, like others, wants to wrap it up quickly and efficiently. 

emily nudges him when he sits down beside her. spencer and derek’s banter about the case is long drowned out.

“she’s a good kid.”

hotch beams. 

“i know.”

[s0urw00lf]

This is a PSA. From here on out I write for all women (because I have yet to explore gender neutral writing and I don’t want to accidentally slip up and say something that might make it seem like it’s only woman based)

MEANING. Black, White, Asian, Brown, Hispanic etc.

And if I’m writing about a certain race it will be specified. As a black female it really angers me to see x readers with an obvious target audience that doesn’t include myself, all my life myself and so many other women watched as others were in the spotlight and I rarely saw any representation of myself on screen, let alone ACCURATE. It always has to be stereotyped into the story. Why can’t we be written as an heir to a long line of lawyers or doctors. Why does it always have to be we made it from the trenches and we don’t belong.

Wrote all of that to say. My fics are for ALL women, unless I say otherwise. I just want people to feel more accepted and show that change is happening.

Yes I will be writing WOC for EVERYONE I write for.

[the-guilty-writer]

Aaron x daughter!reader,

His daughter is a cane user and she has a bad day pain wise?

Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader

Just like your father, you'd always been stoic, easily able to hide your pain from the outside world. It was something Aaron always had to keep in mind, how you'd push through and never speak a word about your discomfort. He'd always seen the characteristic in himself as a blessing, but in you he viewed it as a curse to himself.

There were times when you couldn't hide it, though. Usually you were well past a manageable pain level when it happened, and Aaron beat himself up for not noticing sooner. He'd never thought the hardest person to profile would be his own daughter, but apparently you were. People didn't see what you didn't want them to see, including your father.

Today, however, you'd reached your breaking point, hardly able to get out of bed, even with the help of your cane. You had tried, of course, but the gravity of your pain had been too much to bear. The sound of Jack's bare feet running past your door reminded you of the day to come, how your brother approached everything in stride with a smile on his face.

You tried your best to do the same, but you could only do what your body allowed.

A soft knock landed on your door and you called to invite whomever it was in.

"Morning, sweetheart." Your dad peeked his head through the door, his brow already furrowed with concern.

"G'morning," you mumbled out the words.

Aaron padded into the room, closing the door behind him. He stayed as quiet as possible, not wanting to draw attention from Jack, who would have wanted to stay for the conversation.

Your dad sat down on the bed, running a gentle hand through your hair. The gesture was something he'd done since you were a little girl, one of calm and quiet understanding.

"Do you want to stay home today?" he asked.

"No." Truthfully, you didn't want to stay home. Want implied that it was something you could give or take, a choice. If you could have chosen to go to school, you would have, but your body didn't allow that kind of liberation.

"Do you need to stay home today?" Aaron re-phrased.

You didn't have the energy to speak this time, managing a slight nod.

"Okay." He kissed your forehead before exiting the room quietly.

As soon as he left, you fell into a state of half-sleep, unable to reach full rest due to the pain coursing through your body. It was like some sort of horribly sick joke that you needed sleep to aid the ache, yet it kept you from sleeping in the first place.

The sound of the front door opening, your dad talking to JJ, her leaving with the boys in tow, all happened in a haze. It was only when your dad’s footsteps ascended the stairs that you were able to pull yourself from the fog.

A quiet knock on the door brought you out of your head and into your body. Gentle footsteps sounded against the carpet until you felt the bed dip slightly, followed by a gentle hand tucking loose hairs away from your face.

You opened your eyes slowly, being met with resistance from your own body that so desperately wanted to block out the light. Pain made it difficult to process your surroundings, but once you did, the sight of your dad in his normal house clothes surprised you.

"Don't you have work?"

"Nope." He planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Anderson is bringing me some files, but I'm staying home with you."

"You didn't have to do that." It came out as a painful whisper.

"I wanted to." Hotch reached for the bedside table, grabbing a cup with a straw. "Can you try just a little?"

He helped you prop yourself up against the pillows and held the straw to your lips. The taste of a fruit smoothie filled danced along your taste buds, and slowly but surely you were able to consume half the contents of the cup. When you were done, you pushed it away slightly and laid back down, your dad tucking you in just as the doorbell rang.

"I'll check on you in a bit. Promise to call if you need anything?" he asked.

You nodded your head, eyes already closed, mind in a half-sleep.

Hotch kissed you on the forehead gently and left the room, closing the door quietly so as to not disturb your rest. He could only hope that sleep (and pain medication) would allow you to begin the day again in a few hours.

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Aaron Hotchner X Daughter Reader

Request: Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Third person pov...

It happened so fast that even Y/N had trouble remembering what happened. She rememberd she had jsut said good bye to her Dad and was on her way to school.

Her dad had been worried, There was a killer on the loose, targeting young girls between the ages of thirteen to sixteen with brown hair. The victims were always found tied to a chair, brutally beaten and traumatized.

Aaron was a part of the team assigned to the case and it hit too close to home. His own daughter fit the description of the victims, making him even more desperate to catch the killer.

The man had been weary about letting his daughter out, but realised he could keep her under lock and key, she had her life to live and had to go to school.

The 14 year old was casually walking to school, her bag on her back and happy walking in the sun, she passed by a suspicious car.

The instant she did she felt the persons eyes on her, it heightened her anxiety but she kept on walking to school. Slowly she got out her phone from her pocket and began tapping on it.

A man then got out of said car, he was tall, kept his head down, he began to follow the teen. Y/N looked behind her every few seconds while tapping on her phone.

She was planning to text her dad and began walking quicker, she heard the man walk faster to catch up with her.

The brown haired girl taps her Dads contact and begins typing, they had a code word for incidents like this she had to be quick.

DADDIO

Y/N

Ech

"Hey there" comes voice from behind the girl scaring her. She turns quickly and hides her phone, the teen looks up it was the guy following her.

She stared at the man, not saying a word. This made the man angry, Y/N saw grit his teeth slightly, she then inches away slightly from him.

The guy keeps a friendly smile on his face as he looks at the young girl. "Sorry for scaring ya. Just wanted to ask if you could tell me where the library is?" He asks the girl, Y/N relaxes slightly, her legs tense she was ready to run if the guy posed as a threat.

She looks at the time on her phone her message to her dad still open. Once seeing the time she looks back up. "Sorry can't help you I'm running late for school" she says to the man soundly apologetic.

She turns to run but her wrist is grabbed, the mans grip was hard and it was painful. Y/N tried to wretch her arm away but it only made the grip on her wrist tighten, he was twisting her wrist a way it shouldn't go.

Tears at the corner of her eyes she tried to yell for help but one look from the guy said 'you scream and I break it' so she kept her mouth shut, with her hand gone she uses her other to try and text behind her back.

She taps on her phone suddenly it falls from her grip. Looking at the ground I  horror her phones screen was horribly cracked, she jsut hoped she was able to send the message.

The man then begins dragging her to his car, unlucky for her know one was around to see her being dragged off. Suddenly everything went black.

With Hotch...

Aaron Hotchner had just arrived at the office after seeing his children off to school, he sighs as he walks into the Bullpen.

The others had already arrived and were standing around Reids desk. Hearing his phone go off he gets it out, upon lookomg at the screen his face goes pale.

Gideon who was walking towards the man noticed the man face instantly and was worried. "Hotch? What's wrong?" He asks the man, drawing the attention off the team.

Soon they all surrounded their unit chief. The man had an iron grip on his phone, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Hotch, man tell us has something happened?" Asks Derek he taps the man's shoudler.

This seemed to jolt the man out of his frozen state. "Y/Ns in trouble" the team act, everyone gathering in the round table room.

Echo was there codeword for danger and Y/N and Jack knew they should knly use if for emergencies, Hotch knows Y/N would never abuse that rule.

Hotch pacing in the corner, Derek and Elle going over the evidence they have, Reid trying to form a geo plan of the unsubs comfort zone, JJ was on call with crime lab, Gideon ws thinking the evidence over while still calming down Hotch the man was wearing a hole into the floor.

"Hotch, you have to stay calm, we need you at your best to find Y/N" reasoned Gideon, the man managed to get the worried man to claim down slightly, he stopped pacing but tapped his finger against his leg instead

"Anything yet?" He asks impatiently. The team all shakes their heads, the man impatience grows as they work. Suddenly JJ gets a call. "Yes hello this is Agent Jareau, you have something" her voice gains the attention of the others.

"They found where Y/N had been taken" she explains to them Hotch visibly relaxes. Then JJs face goes worried. "What's wrong JJ?" Questions the man his anxiety on edge.

JJ thanks the person and ends the call. "Im sorry Hotch, all they could find was her phone. The screen had been smashed" she tells the worried Dad.

Hotch freezes. "What" he whispers as the team watch him.

With Y/N...

The 13 year old was in a dark room, stripped off her skirt and shirt, only in her shorts (she wears under skirts) and her tank top on. Shivers rack her naked body.

Either fear or the cold she didn't know, shivering she slowly looked around her head in pain from the punch she got from the man, she tried to move only her legs and wrist where tied to the cold uncomfortable chair she was on.

"Someone help me,please" she whispers to herself, she wants her dad, she wants to be home and in her dad's arms. "Daddy" she sobs to herself, suddenly a door is opened.

A bright light comes from a staircase she just realised, tears running down her face she sees the man from before walking down and coming towards her.

Shaking again she tries to move the chair away from the freak, she aches to be able to kick the man in the goods. " No go away leave me alone" she shouts to him, the man had a frightening look on his face.

As he got closer Y/N saw something shimmer in the light, it was a knife. E/C eyes widened in terror, her wiggling increased. "No no get away! Daddy daddy!" To her luck footsteps are heard upstairs.

She screams louder hoping to draw their attention to the basement. "Daddy daddy down here hurry" the man gabbed her face harshly to stop her from screaming.

The damage was done "let the girl go you son of a bitch!" Yells a very familiar voice, it was Derek Morgan one of Y/Ns uncle. E/C eyes once again fill with tears at the sight of her Dads team.

She sees the horrified looks on Elle, Gideon and Derek faces as the creep puts the knife against her throat, his face still covering her mouth.

Behind them she sees her Dad his face is angry, he wasn't happy. Taking a chance she bites the man hard, with a cry he let's her go but shoves the girl away making her fall back hitting her head on the wall.

Vision swimming she hears a gunshot, the creeps body falls next to her, muffled shouts are heard, before long she was being untied, then picked up by someone, recognising the scent she realises it was Derek.

She wraps her aching arms around his neck tightly as he wraps her in many blankets, sobbing loudly he tries to comfort her.

Derek rubs the girls back as Hotch gets a few punches in on the Unsub, he hated how long it to them to find him and save Y/N.

The traumatized girl continues to cry as Derek comforts her, once Gideon finally pulled Hotch off the Unsub the man remembers his daughter and goes to her.

Feeling guilty about not comforting her first, Derek puts the girl in his arms and walks away, Hotch shushes and bounces Y/N in his arms.

"Your safe now baby, its Daddy" he comforts, her Y/N continues to cry happy she was saved. "Dad your here your here" she cries Hotch just hugs her tightly not letting her go. "I'm here baby" he whispers.

The end!

Long one for this request.

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the wait of updating, I've been busy with classes. As usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1610

[ellswritings]

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Seven

Pairing(s): Spencer Reid x Daugther Reader

Gender: Fluffy, sad?

Warnings:Family problems, fights between father and mother, psychological abuse.

Summary: Spencer Reid's daughter notices that her friend is having problems at home, and decides to help in any way she can.

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Spencer's daughter was raised in a very loving home. Despite growing up with her mother, her father did everything he could to see her smile, and she could barely remember a time when her father disappointed her. a lot of time with her because of work, but on his days off, he dedicated all his time to her. This dedication made his daughter become a helpful girl, who is ready to help anyone, at any time. sense when a person wasn't well, and it wasn't long before she realized that her best friend, Liam, wasn't well.

They were at lunch, under the bleachers when Y/n decided to confront him about what was happening.

"You don't want to tell me anything? You know I won't judge you, right?" She eats a piece of her snack, trying to create a friendly environment for her friend to vent.

"What are you talking about?" He seems confused by her question, and looks at her.

"It's just that you're a little strange these days, a little sad. I want you to know that I'm here to help you." She puts down her snack and stands in front of him.

"I'm fine, okay! Just... leave it alone." He takes a bite of his snack, trying to change the subject.

"Liam, don't do that, tell me. I can try to help you." She comes closer and puts her hand on his shoulder.

"It's just... my father and my mother are fighting a lot lately, I don't even know why, but they can't even be in the same room together as they start shouting at each other." He lowers his head and she just says it. look. Y/n pulls his arm closer and gives him a hug, trying to make him feel better, but she knew that wouldn't solve her problems.

"We can talk to my father, he can help." She breaks the hug and looks into his eyes.

"I don't want to involve him in this. All this will pass, they will resolve themselves and everything will return to normal. Just wait."

During the last few classes, Y/n couldn't help but think about Liam's situation, becoming pensive and immersed in her own mind. And at the time of her departure, when Spencer went to pick her up, he couldn't help but notice his daughter's condition. .

"You're thinking, what happened?" He looks at his daughter, who becomes distracted when her father's voice sounds.

"You know that friend of mine, Liam? He told me he's having problems at home, his parents are fighting a lot. I tried to help, but he said it would pass and they would sort it out." solve your friend's problem.

"Hey, don't be like that, you can help him in other ways. Pay attention to him and be gentle, that will help at the moment." He calms his daughter, who agrees. She leans her head against the car window, thinking about the What to do to cheer him up?

The other day, Y/n woke up and got ready to go to school, smiling on the way because she had already thought about how to cheer up her friend the night before. She arrived at school and Liam was at the door, with his head down. and greets him, only receiving a "hi" in response.

"I know you're feeling sad these days, and I already know what to do to cheer you up! What do you think about going to my house tonight? We can watch a movie, stay up late, eat lots of sweets! I already I spoke to my dad, he said it's okay, he thinks you're a nice person and you can stay away...from home..."Y/n was talking excitedly about the plans, but at the end of the sentence, Liam raises his head and looks at her, revealing her black eye and cut eyebrow.

"Liam, what was that?" She puts her backpack on the floor and comes closer to him, who takes a step back.

"They were fighting. He was aggressive and... wanted to attack my mother. I wasn't going to let that happen." His eyes fill with tears. Y/n, with a pain in her heart to see her best friend In those conditions, he gives a comforting hug. Liam reciprocates, pressing his body against his, feeling safe in his arms.

"Liam, I'm so sorry!" She feels her eyes watering as she pulls away from the hug.

"It's not your fault! I don't know what to do anymore, I'm tired, I barely slept." He looks into her eyes and she can feel the pain in her eyes.

"I need to help you, Liam, and you need to accept this help!" She says it seriously, and he agrees, realizing the gravity of the situation.

"You can go talk to the school counselor if you want, I'll walk you through the session." She picks up her backpack from the floor when Liam nods. leave the room, Y/n asks Liam's permission so she can call her father, who, as an FBI agent, has contacts. Liam allows it and she calls her father, explaining the whole situation, Spencer, moved, calls some people from social services, and in addition, makes a brief investigation into Liam's family. After all this, Liam receives all the necessary help and is placed in a temporary home, where he is safe and comfortable. When the situation was stable, Y /n remembers his initial plan and calls Liam to his house, preparing his living room for a night of movies between him and his father. Liam arrives at the house and feels his heart warm seeing the affection that the Reid's have for him. Unfortunately, in the middle of the first movie of the night, Spencer receives a call from Hotch, saying that they had an affair, he apologizes and goes to work.

Y/n and Liam, lying together on the mattress on the living room floor, watch different movies until dawn, when sleep comes. They turn off the television and get closer to each other, feeling the heat of their bodies.

"I love you to the moon..."She says.

"...until Saturn"He completes, before falling asleep.

[reveseke]

The box of skulls

CM — Hotch & son!reader...

No warnings, just origami and startled reader.

Reader is written to be interested in origami. :') also blurb based on/Inspired by the image below lol.

It had been a long week, R just got home from camp and the house was quiet for the most part. He'd been told that Jack had been sleeping over at a friend's house for the last few days and his dad was out of town for the moment. A nice peaceful moment, no distractions, no people — just silence that fell nicely over the house.

The window was cracked open a little, the light of the sun in the early morning streamed into his room with the birds singing, cars driving by, and the wind blowing. The sound of paper being folded over the table of the teen's room as he folded the origami paper, at this point going over the steps by memory and letting his hands just handle the paper with care. By the table was a small box, filled with small origami skulls that R had recently —not even recently, looking that he'd been doing this for quite a while— picked up on.

Learned to make even with all the mistakes he'd done, some faint scars over his hands from the paper cuts he'd managed to conjure up from his work.

What he hadn't counted on was to not hear his phone go off with the familiar message ping, an hour or so ago. Too focused on making the small origami that he was startled by the hand that came to land on his shoulder.

"holy shiiuhhm.." R nearly cursed out as he spun his head, eyes widening as he saw his father standing over him. Swallowing the curse as he flashed an awkward smile and let the unfinished skull hit the table, "Hi, dad! When'd ya get home?"

Aaron looked a little amused as he curiously looked at the paper scraps and what his teenaged son was doing, "Just now. Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"nope!" R said as he lowered his hands on the table, letting his fingers thrum a few times against the surface, "No I didn't, sorry."

"What are you doing?" Aaron asked as he leaned back a little, now looking at his son as he picked up the unfinished origami and slowly cast his gaze upon the small box of skulls, "You've been .. certainly busy, no?"

"oh, that's just my box of skulls..." R smiled a little as he took the box of multicolor skulls and picked one of them up, "yeah, I learned to make them like a month ago."

"that's nice, why skulls though?"

"Uhh, no real reason just thought they looked cool and a little challenging, wanted to try it out."

[blac-ivy]

Maybe I'm the problem but. The notes to votes ratio bugs the crap out of me.

So many of you are silent readers. Like you have the liver... The gall to vote, to request works, and then show writers zero support.

At least reblog for reach, drum up interest, let them know their work is loved and anticipated and worth the effort, or throw in a like, like idk... A lot of you voting and not interacting are the same people who read and indulge yourselves and don't thank the writers for carrying the fandom one post at a time. That's why fandom feels dead because theirs a serious morale deficit y'all.

Maybe it's not that deep but it feels so weird to me. I don't ALWAYS reblog things I liked because I try to keep my moots in mind, but a little love goes along way.

This screenshot is from an @arcane-vagabond poll I'm 99%

Be decent. Replenish where you consumed.

And be gracious to writers...TODAY!

[spnjediavenger]

It Won't Last Forever (Chapter 4)

Title: It Won’t Last Forever (Chapter 4)

Type: multi-chapter; father!Hotch x teen!daughter!reader, some bau x teen!reader (platonic!)

Warnings: canon-typical Criminal Minds sadness 

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions PTSD and panic attacks; BEGINNING OF SELF-HARM! 

Spoilers: S5 SPOILERS

Notes: The PTSD and panic attack descriptions are a mix of my own experience and some I read online - this is not how ALL PTSD and panic attacks are experienced.

The Container Exercise is a real thing, one of my past therapists actually walked me through it and i love it

EMDR is an actual method of therapy and it works for some and not for others, it's also very dependent on person and situation; this is taken from my own experience and doesn’t reflect everyone’s

Y/n/n is a general nickname, N/n is a nickname only Spencer uses for Y/n

As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism is welcome and encouraged!

Word count: 2048

<- (Chapter 1)

<- (Chapter 2)

<- (Chapter 3)

Alaric Hurchinson wrote: “Being under stress is like being stranded in a body of water. If you panic, it will cause you to flail around so that the water rushes into your lungs and creates further distress. Yet, by calmly collecting yourself and using controlled breathing you remain afloat with ease.”

“Jack is hiding in my dad’s office…and I grab the gun in his desk,” Y/n’s shaky voice narrates.

“What do you feel?”

“I feel a lot of things.”

“Pick one emotion and go with that.”

“Scared. I feel scared.”

“Ok. Go with that.”

This is how EMDR typically went during the sessions for Y/n. They would walk through parts of her trauma, and she would be directed through her thoughts and feelings while a small buzzer in each hand took turns vibrating. 

Y/n had been going to therapy for a few weeks now. She went twice a week as her PTSD was fairly severe and impacted her daily life. Her dad went to every session he could and when he couldn’t, one of the team took his place so she was never alone. 

She was making progress slowly but surely; there were still always times, however, when it became too much outside of therapy.

“Y/n, do you remember the container exercise Peggy taught you?” The girl vigorously nodded. “Ok, think of what you imagined. Can you do that for me?” She nodded again. “What does it look like?”

“Ju-just a box. Like a shoebox. It-it doesn’t have any markings. It’s just brown.”

“Ok good. Now, all these thoughts you’re having, the memories, imagine putting them in the box, ok?” Another nod. “How do you seal the box?”

“I use duct tape around all 4 sides…so nothing can slip through any cracks. Then around like using ribbon on a gift.” Her voice was much calmer now, and her breathing had slowed as well. 

Rossi reached a hand up to wipe the stray tears from her cheeks. Y/n leaned forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder and let out a big sigh. 

“Thank you,” she whispered. 

The man kissed her head and wrapped his arms around her. “Anything for you, bambina.”

“I’m tired of this, Dave,” Y/n said against him.

“Tired of what, Y/n/n?”

“I’m tired of having these panic attacks…I’m tired of the nightmares and the anxiety and the stupid tears!” Y/n leaned away from Rossi and angrily wiped at her eyes, her demeanor seemingly taking a 180. “I thought I was getting better but here I am crying again after another stupid flashback!”

Rossi gently grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her reddening face, trying to keep her from hurting herself by her actions. “Hey, take it easy on that beautiful face, alright?” When that didn’t get a smile, he sighed and held her hands. “Kiddo, healing isn’t linear. I know it’s hard and no one wants to go through any of this, but it’s inevitable. So as unfortunate as it is, all you can do is go with it. And keep fighting. Ride the waves that are crashing over you. Stand strong in the face of fear. You’re strong. I know you are. The question is: do you believe it?”

The girl’s eyes filled with tears again and she looked down at her hands. “No,” she whispered. She looked back up at the older man. “And I know you’re going to argue and say that I am, that I’ve made it this far, and you’ve known me all my life and that you know for a fact that I’m strong and brave and can do this but there’s no proof! I’ve never dealt with this before! What proof do you have that I can do something I’ve never done before? To beat what I’ve never faced?! I can’t do this anymore!”

Y/n stood and ran to her room, slamming the door behind her. Rossi stayed in the living room and sighed, shaking his head.

“Uncle Dave?” a small voice sounded. 

Rossi rose his brow and turned around, gaze softening and mouth turning up in a small smile. “Hey, Jack. What’s wrong?”

The young boy came from around the corner. 

“Is Y/n sad again?”

Rossi smiled sadly and sat on the couch, pulling the boy onto his lap. “Yeah, buddy, she is.”

“Why?”

Rossi sighed and wracked his brain for a way to get Jack to understand. “Jack, do you remember how you were sad about your mom when she went to heaven?” Jack nodded. “Well, because Y/n is older…and she experienced some other hard things at the same time…she feels sad about it now instead. Do you understand?”

Jack thought for a moment and nodded his head. Rossi smiled and patted his back. 

“Is there anything we can do to help her feel better?” he asked innocently. Rossi’s smile widened at that. 

“You’re a great brother, Jack. All you can do for now is act normal. And be there if Y/n wants to talk to you. But for everything else, let your dad, and me, and your aunts and uncles help her, ok?”

The young boy nodded again and went back to his room. Dave watched him go and thought of what a wonderful child Hotch was raising. 

Hotch turned the lights off in his office and shut the door as he walked out. He went down the stairs, glancing around the bullpen at the empty desks, not surprised to see that his team left at the first chance they got so they could enjoy as much of the weekend as they could. But what did surprise him was that one person was still there, sitting at their desk, reading. Hotch furrowed his brow and slowed at the agent’s desk.

“Reid?”

The doctor jumped a bit and turned to see Hotch standing next to his desk. “Hey, Hotch.”

The unit chief took a moment to glance at the small pile of books on Reid’s desk and tilted his head a bit.

“Jellyfish: A Natural History, Stem Cells For Dummies, Mythology: Timeless Tales of Gods and Heroes? A bit far from your usual reads aren’t they? Seems like these should be on Y/n’s shelf instead.”

“I um, well she- she’s been calling me a lot recently to- to help with her panic attacks; more than usual.” When he saw the change in Hotch’s expression, he was quick to continue. “I swear she said she was going to tell you, sir - I-I wasn’t trying to hide anything. I promise she said she was going to tell you. So I was just focusing on helping her calm down and there are only so many things I can talk to her about that she understands and she said that anything helps b-but I wanted to pick some things I know she’s interested in to maybe make it better so I picked these up at the library for maybe the next time she calls. Not that she won’t go to you, I mean. I just-”

“Spencer.”

The younger man stopped his rambling quickly. Hotch never called him by his first name. “Sir?”

Hotch’s gaze softened. “Thank you.”

Reid nodded silently. Hotch patted him on the shoulder and left. He had accepted a little while ago that he may not always be the most equipped to help with Y/n’s attacks, he might not always be there for them, and that sometimes she might find more comfort in the others. He appreciated every member of his team - his family, for helping his little girl; who he couldn’t wait to get home to.

When Hotch got home, Rossi filled him in on everything that happened before leaving. Hotch frowned and nodded. 

He said hello to Jack first then went to Y/n’s room, gently knocking on the door before entering. He found the teen on her bed, facing away from the door. 

“Hey, honey,” Hotch greeted softly. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Crying. What else would I be doing?” she said matter-of-factly, a small sniffle coming after. 

“Well, Dave said you had a rough day. It happens,” Hotch said, taking a seat at the edge of Y/n’s bed. 

“I have a rough day every day. This one is no different. That’s all that happens. I have a rough day, I cry, I go to sleep, then do it all again the next day.”

Hotch sighed quietly and put a hand on Y/n’s shoulder, running his thumb back and forth as a comforting gesture. “Sweetheart, PTSD is a difficult thing to go through. Healing will have its ups and downs.”

Y/n huffed and sat up abruptly to face her father. “But I’m not experiencing ups anymore! Only downs! I thought I hit rock bottom but it seems like I’m going down even further!” she shouted, beginning to grip her hair tight in her hands. Her breathing became heavier and Hotch went to gently grab her hands but she pushed him away. “And I’m done with all the pep talks and hearing about how ‘strong I am’ and how ‘these things happen’ but no one has proof of any of it! I’m losing my mind and my life is miserable because of this and it’s not fair!”

“Look, I know you’re angry. And it’s understandable. And I know it seems never ending but I promise it won’t last forever, Y/n.”

“Please stop saying that! Just stop! You can’t prove that! I can’t keep fight-fighting like this!”

“Honey, take a deep breath, ok? Don’t worry about the future, stay right here, ok?”

Y/n pushed her dad’s hands away again, grabbed her phone, and stormed out of her room and to their backyard. 

Hotch sighed and ran a hand through his hair. 

“Hey, N/n,” Spencer’s voice came through Y/n’s phone. 

“T-talk to me,” Y/n panted. “Please.”

Spencer didn’t waste a second. He went into an info dump about jellyfish from what he read earlier that day. 

Y/n leaned against the wall of her house and slowly sunk to the ground, rocking on her ankles when she reached it. She grabbed a rock from the ground and clutched it in her hand, her anger pushing through the anxiety as her mind calmed down and breathing slowed. She squeezed tight and relished in the feeling she got from the pressure until a sharp sting erupted for a moment on her palm, making her gasp and drop the rock. 

Spencer caught the sound immediately. “Y/n? Are you ok? What happened?”

Y/n opened her shaky palm and stared at the fresh cut on it.

“Y/n, are you ok?” Spencer repeated. 

“I’m…I’m fine… I’ll text you later, Spencer.” 

The girl hung up and stood from her spot on the ground. She peered through the back door to make sure her dad wasn’t in the immediate area and snuck inside and into the bathroom to clean her hand. As she ran it under water, she found she didn’t mind the sting it gave. It distracted her from her emotions. 

Y/n turned the sink off and just stood there, eyes wandering around the bathroom until she opened the medicine cabinet for ointment and a bandaid. She patched the cut up and returned the items; but before she closed the doors, her eyes caught sight of her razor she kept in there. Her eye trained on it for a long moment as the cut on her hand stung under the bandaid…and the gears in her head turned. 

“Y/n? Are you alright, honey?” Hotch called from the other side of the bathroom door. 

The girl’s head snapped in surprise. She pulled her hoodie sleeve down low and opened the door. 

“Fine,” she said quickly. “I’m going to bed.”

“Alright…I love you, sweety,” her dad said, placing a kiss on her head. 

“Love you too.”

As she walked towards her room, she crossed her arms so she could feel the presence of the razor under her sleeve.

“You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, and how you can still come out of it.” Maya Angelou. 

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A fight in School

Summary: Falsely accused and feeling betrayed by his father's disbelief, Y/N harms himself in despair, prompting Aaron Hotchner to desperately try to save his son as the reality of his pain becomes painfully clear.

Word count: 4686

Warnings: trigger (self harm)

Aaron x Son Reader

You are the son of Aaron Hotchner with what you never had a problem with until the director summoned him into the school for a fight you had with a girl. 

" Sir, I summoned you because y/n had a fight with a second grade girl ." 

Aaron, hearing that, looked at you.

"Why did you fight with that girl?" Your father asks in a tone of authority while waiting for your answer.

"I didn't fight her, I was telling her she should let go of blues arm."

Aaron looked at you for a second as if he didn't quite understand what you were saying.

"Wait a second, did you hit the girl? Or didn't you?" As you were about to answer, he interrupts you with a more annoyed tone. "Son, don't make me wait. Did you hit her or not?"

"No, I didn't hit her!"

Aaron's body language relaxed slightly as he crossed his arms and looked down at you. "Then what exactly happened that made the girl cry?"

"She stumbled over her feet as I told her, she shouldn't bully others."

Aaron looked puzzled and tried to figure out whether you were lying or not. "Son, I'll only believe your version of the story if the girl herself comes and tells me that you are telling the truth." 

The Director looks around, trying to spot the girl.

You nod, understand your father's reasoning to hear the story from the girl.

The Director calls a small girl with a blue ribbon in her hair. "Come here, Fuyuna" the Director says to her. "Y/n says you're lying and that he never hit you, what's your side of the story?" Aaron watches the situation and remains silent, waiting for the girl's answer.

The girl, Fuyuna, walks toward the Director and begins to speak in front of Aaron. "He hit me," Fuyuna says, her voice trembling. "And called me stupid." The Director looks at you with a serious face, seemingly waiting for your response.

"No, i didn't do that " you say calmly trying not to be angry at that girl.

The Director looks at you with a skeptical face, trying to figure out if you are lying. "Son, are you sure you aren't lying? There is a girl here accusing you of having hit her and insulted her." Aaron looks a little bit annoyed as he expects your response.

"i didn't hit her" you say firmly. 

The Director looks at you for a few seconds with annoyance, since he doesn't believe your story yet. "Son, you know very well that I don't like when you lie." Fuyuna looks back and points at you. "He did hit me, sir." Aaron looks at Fuyuna and then back at you, expecting your answer.

"I didn't do that" you say again.

The Director looks at you with annoyance, he doesn't believe you and he is starting to get impatient. "Son, I'm not sure what they teach at your house, but here lying is a serious offense. I will have to notify this to the principal and inform him of your behavior." Aaron looks upset as he waits for your reaction.

"but i didn't do anything but speak to her" you say applied.

The Director looks at you, he is about to say something until the Principal walks in. The Principal starts to listen and seems very angry. "Well well well, what do we have here? A boy who has hit this wonderful girl?" Aaron stays silent as he watches the Principal listening to the story.

You look up hopefully and the Principal looks at you directly in the eyes, a serious face and a strong tone. "Son, did you hit this girl here or not?" You notice that the Principal is paying even more attention than the director.

"i didn't hit her" you say honest.

The Principal looks at the girl, Fuyuna, and then back at you. "Is that true that you haven't hit her?" The Principal is waiting for your answer, his tone still serious.

"Yes it's true, I didn't hit her." You say firmly and honestly.

The Principal looks at you for a few seconds and then looks at the Director. "Is he telling the truth?" Said the Principal looking at the Director. "I couldn't tell, sir." The Director looks upset and disappointed at you. "Son, I will have to believe the girl's story. What do you have to say about that?"

"That's not fair. I didn't hit her" you tone sounds sad.

The Principal looks annoyed and frustrated, he walks to you and kneels at your level. "Son, it seems that you are lying." You feel that he is disappointed in you, he stands up and looks at you sternly. "I want you to tell me right now the truth."

"That's the truth, I did not hit her, I haven't touched her." You tone firmly and strongly.

The Principal doesn't believe you. He looks at you, he wants to trust you, but a part of him still believes the girl's story. "Son, I'm going to ask you one more time. Did you hit the girl? Yes or no?" Aaron looks upset as he waits for your answer.

"No!" 

The Principal looks at you, for a few seconds he doesn't know what to believe. He looks at the girl with a stern face and then back at you. "Son, I'm giving you one more chance to tell me the truth. There will be consequences if you keep lying." The Director looks to the other side, trying to be invisible.

"I have not lied, please."

The Principal's face turns red and he seems very annoyed. He takes a deep breath and looks at you with an intimidating tone. "I'm tired of this, son. I want you to tell me the truth right now!" The Principal is getting impatient, he is still trying to trust you.

"That was the truth " you say and your eyes travel to your father.

Aaron looks at you and then at the Principal. He feels upset at you due to your stubbornness and lack of respect. He looks very disappointed and frustrated. "Son, I will say it again for the last time. Did you hit the girl or not? The answer matters to us."

"No, I didn't hit her."

The Principal looks at you and then stands up. He takes a deep breath and then looks you in the eye. "Son, you are one stubborn boy. You keep lying even though the girl is here confirming that you did hit her." Aaron's face turns red, he is trying to avoid the situation and not say anything.

"I didn't hit her, I'm telling the truth, really."  

The Principal looks at you with a stern face. He is annoyed and frustrated, he can't believe you are still not admitting the truth of what you have done. "Son, you know the consequences of your actions. As Principal it's my job to make sure you learn a lesson and never hit a student again. What do you say? Will you admit being guilty?"

"No, I didn't do anything, I'm not guilty." 

The Principal is getting more and more frustrated and angry with your behavior, he can't believe you are not being honest. "Son, you're giving me no other option. Do you realize the mistake you are making?" Aaron looks at you and shakes his head, also disappointed at your lack of respect.

"But I didn't do anything. She is lying." Your tone shows how desperate you are.

The Principal's face is clearly angry. He starts to walk toward you and kneels in front of you. "Son, you are not making this easy for the both of us." Aaron looks very upset at this behavior and shakes his head. "It's time you pay for your actions."

"I didn't do anything, please" 

The Principal looks at you for a few seconds, trying to calm down his temper. "Son, I have a question for you. Why are you still lying?" Aaron is still upset at your behavior, he can't believe what he is witnessing.

"I'm not lying. I'm telling the truth." You get upset because they question you again and again and seem not to believe you.

The Principal's voice turns to a shout while looking right at you. "You are a liar! It doesn't matter how much you say you're telling the truth, she knows it and I know it!"

Aaron looks very upset at your situation, he is angry at the Principal as well as disappointed in your behavior. "Son..." The Principal's voice becomes more serious again. "Son, you are going to pay for what you did."

"i didn't do anything, i didn't do anything" you whisper

You look up again at your father, hoping he would believe you.

Aaron looks at you sadly and shakes his head disappointed. His face is clearly upset and worried about the situation. "Son, the Principal has all the evidence to punish you. You know you are wrong." The Principal looks at you and puts his hand on his forehead, waiting for your response.

"I'm not wrong, i haven't touched this girl." You whisper 

The Principal looks at you, you can feel he is trying to be understanding and give you a chance. But his patience has limits, he looks angry at you. "The girl says you hit her, I believe her! What is your excuse now?" Aaron looks at you and sighs. "Son, you are digging yourself in a big hole."

"What more can I say? I have not done it. Should I lie and say I hit her? I didn't!" 

The Principal takes a deep breath and looks at you with disappointment. The tension in the room is palpable. You notice that the Director is there, also observing the situation and trying to be invisible. "Son, you must learn to accept your mistakes and not try to avoid them." Aaron looks at you with a sad look. "You know that you need to ask for forgiveness."

"Forgiveness? But I haven't done anything." Your tone is clearly frustrated.

The Director approaches you, he kneels in front of you and looks at you. "Son, whether you think you are guilty or not, the girl is hurt and the Principal wants me to punish you. It's time to learn to admit your mistakes and seek forgiveness." Aaron nods as he looks at the Director, still waiting for you to admit your wrong.

"Fine!" " I'm sorry."

"Can i go now"

The Director smiles slightly and stands up. He looks at you with a kind face, seeing how you learned your lesson. "See son, sometimes apologizing is necessary. Can you tell me what you are sorry for?" Aaron looks at you, still upset but at least you're admitting your mistake.

You nod and leave the room. You are hurt because your father didn't believe you.

You walk out of the room, feeling upset because of the fact that your father didn't believe that you were telling the truth. As you walk away, you feel a little hurt and disappointed because you felt that the Principal believed you more than your own father. It wasn't easy for you to apologize but you know that it was necessary for this situation to end.

You walk out of the school, feeling a little upset and disappointed in how the situation turned out. You head to the parking lot, still thinking about how all of this happened so fast and in such a short span of time. As you reach your father's car, you take a deep breath and enter the passenger side. You can see that he is upset about something but doesn't speak anything, it seems he also didn't expect this situation.

You take a deep breath and look at your father in the driver's seat. His face is serious and he seems upset about what happened. "Son, I'm disappointed in how you acted." Aaron says to you with a serious tone, you notice that he is still holding a little resentment toward you. "You lied and refused to admit your mistake. You should know better." He looks at you with a serious face, his words sound like an order more than a suggestion.

Aaron keeps driving without saying anything, the air in the car is tense and it seems that he is still upset about the situation. You feel that if he doesn't speak, the situation won't be solved so you take the first step. "I didn't lie, father." Aaron looks at you but doesn't say anything, it seems that he is still upset. There is a long silence between the two.

" you don't believe me" you say hurt 

Aaron looks at you and then back at the road. "Son, I'm trying to believe you. But you weren't being respectful and now you are being too stubborn." Aaron doesn't sound angry as he talks, but rather upset that you're still trying to avoid being honest. "Son, I know this is difficult. But I think it's time to tell me the truth. Did you hit the girl or not?"

"I didn't do that." your tone is small.

Aaron looks annoyed as you continue to lie, in his opinion. He still doesn't believe you and he takes a deep breath. "Son, you know very well that it's not okay to lie. I'm the father here and you must respect that." Aaron looks disappointed at you as he keeps driving, you can't help feeling as if your father doesn't trust you at all.

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Timeskip (home)

You finally reach home. The whole time in the car, your father has been silent and he hasn't looked at you once. You both enter the house in silence, your father goes to his room while you go to yours. You are tired and you go into your room trying not to think about what's happened this afternoon. You lie on your bed, feeling disappointed and frustrated because your father doesn't believe you.

Your aunt approaches you and sits down on your bed. "Hi son, how are you?" She looks at you with a gentle smile, you don't know what to say after what happened. "Everything fine, Aunt." You feel like if you tell her the truth, she won't believe you either.

Your aunt and your father are talking in the living room. You can hear them but they don't know you are listening. Their words hurt you, they feel cold and distant towards you. You wish they trusted you enough to believe your words but it seems that they have already made up their minds about what happened.

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Timeskip 

Weeks later, your father still hasn't changed the disappointed attitude towards you. Everywhere you go, you start to get disappointed looks. You didn't do anything wrong, but no one believes you, it's taking a troll at you.

After a terrible few hours at your sports club, where you still go even though you don't go to school, you come home disappointed and with pain in your heart. 

You lock yourself into your room and sit down on the floor, your gaze fell onto the Knife on the little table. Before you know it you take the knife and sit down again with the knife against the wall. You feel overwhelmed, the words of your father and your aunt are like a stab in the heart and you don't know what to do. You hold the knife, feeling the cold feeling of the blade against your skin. You are hurt and disappointed, you think no one believes you anymore. You sit there with the knife, thinking about what's going to happen next.

Quietly, without a sound, you start to cry. The thought that they don't believe you and that they are disappointed in you is so incredibly painful.

This has to end.

So you take the knife and slit your wrist.

It hurts a little at the beginning. Then you can watch the blood run out of you. Quickly a pool of blood forms around you and your vision starts to blur.

"I didn't do anything " you whisper weakly 

Your words are faint and you feel dizzy and weak from the situation. You look around, everything is slowly becoming darker. You watch as your blood slowly drips from the cut and you think about how everything has turned out. You try to call out for help but your words are weak and you can't seem to speak louder. As you start to pass out, you feel weak and tired, you wish that this pain would end. You close your eyes, thinking that maybe when you wake up things will be different.

Then Aaron manage to open the door and sees what you have done

Aaron rushes into the room as fast as he can, he sees you on the floor with the stab wound on your wrist and a pool of blood around you. He quickly kneels on the floor, takes your hand and applies pressure on the wound. His face is worried and his voice sounds desperate. "Y/n, no! Don't lose consciousness, keep awake." Aaron is scared and doesn't know what to do, you see how he struggles to stop the bleeding and keep you awake.

You open your eyes slightly and see König. 

" I didn't do anything" you whisper breathless 

Aaron looks at you with a worried face, he keeps applying pressure on your wounds as he tries to stop the bleeding. He can hear your words and he seems upset and desperate. "Y/n, stay awake, you hear me?" He looks at you, hoping that you are still with him. "Son, I need you to answer quickly." "Did you hit the girl?" Aaron is trying to stay calm but he seems upset and frustrated with the whole situation.

"no i didn't hit the girl and you don't believe me" you cry out and suddenly more blood comes out.

Aaron is still applying pressure and his face is full of sweat and anxiety. He is trying to control his emotions to keep the situation under control. He can feel the blood on his hands and he is afraid that he might not stop the bleeding in time. "Son, stay calm and try to control your breathing. You must help me to keep you awake." Aaron looks at you, his eyes are filled with concerns.

"i don't want to, nobody believes me" you say and a tear rolls down.

You feel frustrated and upset that no one is believing your words. You see how your father is trying to help you and control the situation but for you, it doesn't seem to be enough. You think that the only way to escape from this pain is to end your life. Then a new tear rolls down your cheek. "I can't take this anymore." Aaron looks at you with a worried face, he is trying to stay calm but the situation is making him anxious. He can see that you are in a lot of pain.

"you didn't believe me, i thought I could trust you, but I was wrong" you sob

Aaron looks at you with a kind face, he tries to think what he can say to make you feel better but his words are very few. "Son, you don't have to do this. I know it's hard to hear us but you must believe that you're still our son and nothing can change that." He looks at you again and takes your hand. He tries to speak but words don't come out, he is still processing the situation. "Son, I believe you. You have always been good to us and it hurts me that you are trying to do something like this."

"you are lying, you don't want me anymore, you don't want me to be your son" you stutter and your eyes began to close again 

Aaron notices how you're getting sleepy and he tries to shake you out of it. "No, son. We will always be your parents and we will always love you. You know very well that we don't want to hurt you, we are your parents and we love you very much." Aaron is trying his best to keep an optimistic tone, not because he wants to but he knows what a hard situation this is. "Son, just stay awake, don't lose consciousness. We need you."

"you don't need me anymore, I'm useless, i could see it in your eyes" you whisper

"You have mom, she is enough for you" you struggle to say this words

Aaron looks at you with surprise, your words break his heart and he starts to tear up. "Son, don't ever say that again. We both need you equally, we love you unconditionally and nothing can change that. Please, stay awake, don't you dare pass out." Aaron looks at you, his eyes are full of tears, he tries to keep his words calm and reassuring. "You are not useless, you are the most important person to us and we believe in you."

You smile in pain "you and aunt are so perfect, I don't fit in there" 

Then you can feel your head tilt to the side.

"Don't worry you both can be happy again" Your eyes close and your body goes limp.

Aaron grabs your hand and gently shakes it, trying to wake you up once more. "No, no, Y/n do not close your eyes. You are not a failure, you are a perfect son. Please, son, don't go. I need you, your aunt needs you, we want you. Do not leave us alone, please son." Aaron starts to panic, he notices the blood on his hands but he doesn't focus on that, he just wants you to wake up and survive.

Aaron heard the sirens and his eyes became bigger. He looks at you with worry and fear, he sees that you are still unconscious but you still have a little chance. A few seconds go by and the sirens become louder. "Son, please don't leave us. This is not the end, you still have a lot of chances to get through this." Aaron is begging you with tears in his eyes, he doesn't want to lose you. Then he hears the door being opened and the footsteps of someone getting in the room. He looks up and sees the Medical Team enter the room.

The Medical Team enters the room quickly and they immediately check your pulse and breathing. One of the team members checks your vital signals. "He's still alive." They look at you and they start to work quickly as they treat your wound and stop the bleeding. The Medical Team quickly brings a gurney and takes you away from your room, they put you on the gurney and carry you to the Ambulance. In no time, the doors are closed and the ambulance leaves the house.

The Ambulance leaves your house and heads to the Local Hospital at a high speed. Inside you are connected to various monitors and the Medical Team works non-stop on you. Your father is in the front seat talking with the Driver, he seems desperate and anxious. Then he looks back at you, his face is filled with tears and worry. "Son, please be alright." He looks at you with a lot of pain, the whole situation seems to be breaking him.

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Timeskip

You come to your senses and notice how you are in a hospital bed, the Medical Team is still working on you. You see doctors and nurses going in and out of your room, talking with each other and checking your vitals. Your parents are sitting next to the bed, they look at you with worry and fear. Your father takes your hand in the meantime. "Son, thank goodness you're still alive. I can't describe how scared I was of losing you today." You see him crying, his eyes are filled with tears and he looks exhausted.

You pull your hand out of his grip.

He looks at you with a confused face, he doesn't understand why you are pulling your hand out of his grip. He holds your hand again and he looks at you in the eyes. "Son, please. Don't shut me out, I just want to be here for you and support you." He still seems worried and he is trying to control his emotions. "I can't bear losing you, I will never recover from that. There are a lot of things we still need to do together."

You pull your hand away from his, and your father’s face falls, his eyes filled with confusion and regret. He reaches out again, but you pull back, the weight of everything unsaid hanging heavy between you. He doesn’t push further; he just sits there, his shoulders slumped, looking like a man who’s been broken in a way that can’t be easily fixed.

“Son,” he says, his voice trembling. “I was so scared. I didn’t know if I’d ever get the chance to talk to you again, to make things right. I know I let you down. I should’ve believed you.”

You look at him, and the anger and hurt you’ve been holding onto starts to rise again, but something in his eyes makes you pause. There’s a desperation there, a raw honesty you haven’t seen in a long time. You remember every look of doubt, every question that lingered when you insisted you hadn’t hurt that girl. The weight of their disbelief crushed you, but now, in this moment, you see how much it’s crushed him too.

“I didn’t do it,” you say, your voice cracking, but firmer than before. “I told you over and over, and you still didn’t believe me. You just… you just gave up on me.”

Your father swallows hard, his eyes filling with tears. “I was wrong. I was scared, and I let that fear get in the way of what I should have known all along.. that you’re my son, and you’d never do something like that. I’ve never regretted anything more in my life.”

The raw sincerity in his voice takes you by surprise, and for the first time, you see the toll this has taken on him too. It doesn’t erase the past, but it’s a start. You see your aunt beside him, her eyes red and swollen, nodding in silent agreement, her hands clasped tightly as if holding herself together.

You take a shaky breath, feeling the anger and hurt slowly give way to something softer, something you’ve been missing…hope. “I wanted you to believe me so badly,” you admit, your voice thick with emotion. “I needed you.”

Your father nods, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “I’m so sorry, son. I can’t change what I did, but I’m here now, and I promise I’ll never doubt you again. I want to make things right, no matter how long it takes.”

There’s a long, heavy pause as you weigh his words, feeling the sincerity in them. You don’t have all the answers, and you know it’ll take time to rebuild the trust that was shattered, but in this moment, you decide to take a step forward. 

Slowly, you reach out and take his hand, squeezing it gently. The relief in his eyes is immediate, and he breaks into a smile…a real, genuine smile that’s filled with hope. Your aunt moves closer, wrapping her arms around you both, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel a sense of warmth and safety.

“I believe in you,” your father says, his voice steady and filled with resolve. “We’ll get through this together.”

You nod, feeling the weight slowly lifting off your shoulders. It won’t be easy, and it won’t happen overnight, but you know now that you’re not alone in this. For the first time in a long time, you feel like you can breathe again. 

Maybe the past can’t be changed, but you have the future, and this time, you’ll face it together.

[cas-kingdom]

I’m in love with your criminal minds Drabbles!! If possible I’d love to see some bonding between hotch and Reid’s sister <333

You sleeping in arbitrary places wasn't exactly a rarity around the BAU. Not quite yet an official member of the team—though somehow Hotch had enrolled you in some sort of experience programme you were pretty sure he'd made up for your benefit—you had to make do with stiff seats and tucked away corners on the daily as you waited for Spencer to finish his work. Surprisingly, the long days and even longer nights hadn't seemed to sway your wish to join the team just yet, though no one had placed any bets that it would.

Even so, said arbitrary places weren't exactly made use of at nearing midnight on a Friday. Having returned from Gideon's case just that evening, Hotch had sent everyone home with their promises of sleep before hiding himself away in his office to complete some work before the weekend. By the time he'd finished, the bureau had settled into the usual ambience consisting of the few late night workers and janitors.

He headed into the break room with the intention of grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and heading straight home, but the sudden sight of you and yet another of your arbitrary sleeping spots told him that might not be achievable just yet.

You were curled up on the break room couch, a stack of pillows under your head and what looked to be your brother's tweed jacket doing its best to act as a blanket. Hotch stared for a moment, concern slowly pushing away his brief amusement at the situation, and rose a brow when one of your eyes opened to stare at him.

"Hotch," you greeted, not at all groggily, which told him you probably hadn't slept.

Hotch put his bag down and seated himself on the end of the couch. "Y/N, what’re you still doing here?" he asked gently. He put a comforting hand on your ankle under the jacket and you sat up, tucking your frizzy hair behind your ears.

You yawned and shrugged. "Sleeping. Or, lying down, rather."

“I mean in the building." He smiled at your belated look of realisation. "Is Spencer still here?"

The expression on your face grew from tired to exhausted at the mere mention of your brother. Hotch sat back and crossed his arms, an instinctive movement when he figured some profiling may have to come into play. Those lines settled against his brow as he waited for your response.

You picked at a loose thread in the couch. “Playing chess," you said, then looked knowingly up at him. "I know what you’re gonna say, Hotch, but it’s easier to just leave him and let him do his thing. Gideon’s death hit him hard.”

Hotch nodded slowly. “I know. But what about you?”

“I don’t remember Gideon much.”

A corner of his lips curved upwards. Trust you to worry the least about yourself.

"I don’t mean that," he said gently, wondering how his next words would be taken. "Spencer has a tendency to forget about the people around him when he gets himself into one of these states. Now—" He pointed a finger at you before you could rise to your brother's defense "—that's not his fault, and he'll come out of it soon enough. But in the meantime, I don’t want you sleeping here until morning, Y/N." His fatherly instincts long having kicked in, his eyebrows rose in solemnity. "You need some proper rest in your own bed. The couch isn't going to cut it.”

You breathed a dubious laugh, still pulling at the thread. “Spencer has no plans on coming home tonight. Rossi’s already tried.”

“Then let me drive you home?" Your fingers paused and your mouth twisted in thought. Your face was hidden by a curtain of hair, but Hotch dipped his head enough to see your expression. He smiled knowingly. You didn't want to be alone. "Or…I can set up the spare room at mine?”

You peered up at him and for the first time he noted your level of exhaustion. Not only had you been kept physically awake by Spencer's turmoil, but your anxiety about the situation had mentally drained you, too. With your mother states away in a facility and your father completely written out of the picture, Spencer was your person and had been since he'd taken custody of you at four years old. When he wasn't himself, neither were you, and Hotch had always known it.

You took a second to respond, looking past him and out the open door for a moment before returning your gaze to his. "You don't mind?"

Hotch smiled and squeezed your shoulder in reassurance. The end of your storm was near, he was sure.

"Of course not," he said. "You get yourself ready and I'll tell Spencer."

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