#hotch leaves

[masterwords]

1x08 | 2x02 | 5x15 | 10x05

quiet everyone, hotch is telling us a story. (because the writers never did.)

[blacksvgar]

the worst best pirate in history

scp cr. crimestape

[wistfulwatcher]

[maschotch]

[isagrimorie]

In season 2 Hotch is suspicious and worried that ‘Is that Legal’ Emily Prentiss is a pawn Strauss placed in the BAU.

Prentiss is the last person troubled by Elle Greenaway's 'questionable' shooting. Spies are built with moral ambiguities. But Hotch didn't know that.

(Pre-London Emily tried to reset her life. And succeeded before Ian Doyle re-entered her life. Post-London!Emily realized and learned she could 'live' with her moral ambiguities.)

[solisstars]

i fear that if hotch wasn't as attractive as he is more people would understand haley

[doehoney]

I know he like punched someone or smthn but the criminal minds execs firing Thomas Gibson and writing Hotch out of the show is my villain origin story, it’s the stupidest tv decision ever made

[writinghotchner]

pairing: aaron hotchner/reader rating: none - fluff and cuteness, some light swearing -- you're dog sitting your friends dog which leads you to having to take her out in the middle of the night in the freezing cold. aaron warms you up after. (sfw)

when you agreed to watch your friends tiny dog while she went on vacation, you really didn't think things through. one of the things being, that the tiny dog, with a tiny bladder, would more than likely have to go outside at some point in the god forsaken hours of the night.

which usually isn't something that'd bother you. you've battled with insomnia most of your life, so getting up, or actually, being up at the god forsaken hours of the night weren't that unusual for you.

however, it was dead in the middle of winter and the god forsaken hours of the night meant that you'd have to tredge your way through snow to get the tiny dog to a spot where she can safely pee without drowning in a snowbank.

so, now, you're cuddled in bed with your boyfriend, who despite telling him that you were dog sitting still insisted on staying over at your place, is all warm and comfortable when you're suddenly woken up to scratching and tiny whimpering coming from the side of your bed. you crack an eye open, surprised you'd fallen asleep so heavily- which you really only do when aaron stays over- and look down at the tiny dog who's tail is going so fast you worry for a moment that she might helicopter away from you.

you shift away from your boyfriend, who is warm and shirtless and tucked ever so cutely into the side of your body, cursing this tiny ass damn dog.

you all but dangle the upper half of your body over the side of the bed to look directly at the dog. "do you really need to go outside?" you ask her, and she twirls in a tight circle, her mouth open in a pant. "really? because it's the ass crack of dawn and freezing outside."

the dog still spins and yaps a small bark at you and you sigh, flopping back into bed. you hear a small laugh to your side and feel the bed jiggle.

"i will smother you with a pillow, aaron hotchner." is all you say and you watch as he buries his still laughing face into the comforter.

"you wouldn't wanna be a gentleman and take this dog out would you?" you ask, shimmying back under the covers and scooting closer to him. you move the blanket away from his face and kiss his nose. he pops an eye open and looks at you.

"are you going to smother me with a pillow if i don't?" he asks, his words muffled by the blanket still covering the bottom of his face.

you chuckle, moving the fabric away from his face fully. he closes his eyes again and wiggles uncharacteristically into the puffy warm comforter. "no, but i might smother this dog." you deadpan getting out of bed with a very dramatic but playful sigh. the dog nearly trips you in excitement before running full speed to your front door.

aaron laughs at that, but sits up. "i can take her out." he's about to swing the blanket fully off of him when you stop him.

"no, it's okay. i'm already up and it doesn't usually take her long to pee. go back to being a blanket burrito." he cracks a grin at you but doesn't protest.

you turn to leave the bedroom when he calls for you. "honey?"

you pivot on the ball of your foot to look at him. "yes?"

he raises his eyebrows at you. "it's freezing outside and probably snowing again. at least put shoes and a coat on."

you look down at your attire. sleep shorts that are a little too small for you and a tank top. you think for a moment but you can hear the dog frantically pawing at the door and whining. "i'll be quick." is all you say and you're down the hall and out the door.

it's absolutely freezing outside and snowing harder than you anticipated. the once snow-free sidewalk right outside of your apartment building is covered in snow and the patch of grass that's usually on the other side of the sidewalk is also covered in snow. the dog dances on her paws, the cold clearly too much for her little tiny paws, so you pick her up and sprint across the sidewalk into the snow covered grass and begin kicking your bare feet against the white in hopes to make a small patch for her to be able to comfortably pee.

after a few seconds, your foot feels like it's going to freeze and fall off but you manage to see grass and plop the dog down and beg her to hurry. she takes her time, sniffing the small area, even takes a few steps into the snow to follow whatever it is she smells in the air but quickly retreats back to the grass. she circles the spot a few times, still smelling the ground. "if you don't hurry, i swear i'll leave you out here." you cross your arms over your chest and bounce from foot to foot, the cold eating seemingly eating away at the flesh of your feet. you silently curse yourself for not at least sliding on shoes.

after a few seconds, she finally squats and you release a sigh of relief. "oh thank god," you whisper and snatch the dog up after she's done and run back into your building.

your feet are so cold they feel like they're on fire and your fingers feel like they could break off at any given moment but you manage to sprint your way back to your apartment.

once inside, you let the dog down, turn to lock the door behind you and barrel your way through your living room, down the small hallway to your bedroom, and dive bomb the bed.

as quickly as your cold, rigor mortis feeling body can, you shuffle back under the blanket. you can feel your body involuntarily shaking as it tries to heat back up.

aaron pops his head up from his pillow, his hair sticking up and flopping over in a way that'd usually make you laugh but you were too cold to even think about moving your face.

"cold?" he asked, a small grin on his face. you knew the second you went outside without any type of warm attire, he was going to give you shit about it. in your defense, you really didn't think it'd be that cold. and you definitely didn't think it'd be snowing again. the apartment was warm and with the body heat between you and aaron in bed would've made it too warm for you to sleep in pants and an actual shirt, so you opted to sleep in shorts and a tank top.

"freezing," you say and reach your hand out under the covers to find his arm. he actually yelps when you touch his warm skin and yanks his arm away from you. that makes you laugh. your lips feel like they might shatter and break off but it's worth it.

"who's fault is that?" he says, scooting over to put an arm around you waist, which is just as cold as your freezing hand.

he lifts his arm up almost immediately after he touches you, and props himself up on his other elbow to look at you.

"jesus, how cold is it out there? you feel like death."

you sniffle a little, "i'm not sure, but it's snowing pretty heavily."

you watch as he gets out of bed and shuffles his socked feet over to your dresser. "she took her time this time around, god knows why..." your voice trails off as you watch him pull out a pair of black sweat pants and a pair of black socks. "what're you doing?" (as if you didn't already know.)

he makes his way to your side of the bed and he shoves the blanket off your body. he grabs your ankle and yanks you towards him. he leans over you and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and peels them off your shivering legs. he drops them on the floor, and takes the sweatpants that he got from your dresser and slides them up your legs. you ground your feet on the mattress and pull them up over your hips to help him while he starts putting the socks on your feet. he dramatically flings your legs back where they were and tucks you in.

you watch with a giggling grin on your face as he rounds the bed and crawls back under the covers. you both scoot to meet in the center of the queen size bed and he pulls you into his side. you slide your leg inbetween his and burrow yourself into the side of his body, nuzzling your still cold nose into his neck. "thank you."

he inhales a sharp breath at the sudden cold and chuckles. "next time..." you shove your cold hand over his mouth. "yeah, yeah." he kisses your palm and then turns to kiss your forehead.

"i'll take her out next time," he tells you, quietly, noticing that your eyes have already drifted closed.

you're already starting to de-thaw and melt into his arms but you manage a hum in response. he jostles you and your eyes fly open. he laughs.

"i'm going to bite you." you tell him sleepily. the warmth of the clothes he put on your plus his body heat was lulling you quickly back to sleep.

"don't make promises you can't keep, sweetheart."

you half-heartedly bite his collarbone and he lets out another huff of a laugh. he shifts you so that you're laying directly on top of him, his arms circled tightly around your middle, anchoring you to him. you nuzzle your face fully into his throat and close your eyes, content and warm and so, so sleepy.

you feel his breath even out under you and you're so close to falling back asleep when you hear a yapping bark and scratching at the side of the bed.

you feel aaron flinch and then sigh. you laugh into his throat and he quickly rolls you so that he's on top of you. "what're you laughing at, ice cube?"

he looks over at the side table at the clock. it was barely six am. he looks down at the dog. "there's no way you have to go out again..."

you look over at the clock too and sigh. "it's her breakfast time."

you sigh again, pushing at him to get off of you. "i'll feed her, go back to sleep." he doesn't budge.

"i said i'd get up next time." he rolls off you and swiftly stands up pulling his shirt that was on the floor next to him over his head.

you don't argue, you just bunch the blanket up in your arms and cuddle into it. "okay." he laughs and rolls his eyes as he disappears out of the bedroom, the tiny tapping of the dog following behind him.

you're almost asleep again when you hear him shuffle back in. he crawls back into bed, and pulls the blanket out of your grasp so that he can fully cover himself. you wiggle your way back to his side and nestle into him again.

he pulls you into him, his arms circling your body and lulling his head against the top of yours. "it sure is cold out there in the streets."

you laugh and fling a pillow at his face.

[multifandombullshitbabes]

I feel like if you hate Haley, you simply lack either comprehension skills, or you genuinely watched the show with eyes and ears covered, cause aint no way.

Was it a shitty situation? Yeah. Was she right for the divorce? Yeah, actually, if they couldn't come to a compromise. That's what happens with relationships, people change, goals change, life changes. That's natural. Is it unfair to make Hotch leave a job he obviously loves? Yes. Is it unfair to assume your family is going to feel ok when you work a dangerous job that makes you absent a lot? Also yes. These realities can and DO coexist!!! The saddest part abt all of this is jack.

Could Hotch maybe trust his team a bit more to pick up some paperwork so he can have more time with his family and not spend extra hours not home? Yes!! But he wouldn't, cuz hes the leader, the protector, the parent, and he would NEVER make his team do work thats his. He'll take the sacrifice of not seeing his family as much. Because it is a sacrifice. He just also didn't want Haley to know how much it truly hurt to be away, cuz then SHE would be in pain for him n would want him to leave more, and then jack would ALSO feel the pain of both his parents.

Its a shitty situation, its sad, its complicated, its full of love, and its so REAL, and it is NOT Haleys fault. Why would y'all blame a mother for wanting the father around more often? Why would y'all blame a wife who doesn't want her husband to go away and never, ever come back?

Its what comes with the job. And sadly, Haley realised she could not do it, she could not be with jack knowing hotch could just be DEAD. Thats CRAZY. Its HORRIFYING. And it is the job.

[frankiebirds]

this exchange is so good and funny and gay. the line delivery is great and the way morgan's eyes dart down a little is hilarious. but i just can't laugh at this scene because i have worms in my brain.

all i can think about in this scene is how incredibly dehumanizing this would feel. for anyone, but especially for reid, given the goalpost incident*. i wonder if that crossed morgan's mind as well—he leaves entirely when he could turn his back.

*is there a better way to refer to that? i'd refer to it as "his SA" but a. a decent number of people would probably assume i was referring to the theory about his dad and b. not a lot of people seem to see the goalpost incident as SA

[hotchfiles]

when you’re anti capitalist anti imperialism anti usa and your three top blorbos are fbi agents i gotta GO

[hotchreid-cm]

Omg it's the bank robbing episode where Will gets taken hostage. Omg it's the bank robbing episode where Will gets taken hostage.

[wistfulwatcher]

emily prentiss + leaving and coming back for her family

[masterwords]

[l4ndojpg]

Whumptober 2023, Day 17: Collar/Touch aversion/"Leave me alone."

fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid, aaron hotchner | ship: none | trigger warnings: mention of blood | content: post 2x11 'sex, birth, death,' spencer & hotch friendship, dad!hotch, autistic spencer reid | word count: 896.

“Reid?” Hotch’s voice is cautious when he knocks on the door of Spencer’s apartment late that night. Gideon assured Hotch he got Spencer home safe, and that their youngest agent wanted to be left alone. Hotch isn’t sure that leaving Spencer alone after the events of the Nathan Harris case is such a good idea, no matter what Gideon says. “It’s Hotch.”

There’s movement behind the door, then hesitation. Then finally, an exhausted Spencer Reid opens the door to his supervisor. His hair is still wet from the shower where he no doubt spent a long time scrubbing the blood off his hands - his arms are red and raw looking to prove it. He’s paler than usual, and the bags under his eyes look more prominent despite the fact it’s only been a couple of hours since Hotch last saw him. He’s dressed more casually than Hotch has ever seen him - socked feet, checkered pajama pants and a faded Caltech t-shirt. He stares at Hotch for a moment, like he doesn’t really believe he’s there, then finally speaks. 

“We don’t have a case, do we?” His voice is hoarse. 

“No, nothing like that,” Hotch says hurriedly. “I just came to check on you.” 

“Gideon already did that,” Spencer says dully. He avoids Hotch’s stare, which isn’t unusual, but Hotch can see Spencer growing in discomfort the longer they stand here. He starts twisting his fingers together, looking anywhere but the man in front of him, fidgeting where he stands. 

“Can I come in a moment?” Hotch asks gently, and Spencer sucks in a breath. 

“I’d really rather you leave me alone,” he says, but there’s no conviction in his words. 

“Just for a moment, while you hear what I have to say. Then if you’d still like me to leave after that, I’ll do so.” 

Spencer hesitates, then nods. He steps out of the way for Hotch and shuts the door gently behind him. He leads the way over to the couch, somewhat awkwardly. 

“Coffee?” Spencer asks. 

“No, thank you,” Hotch says as he takes a seat on the couch. “I’ll be awake all night. Haley would not be happy with me,” he tries to joke, but Spencer doesn't even crack half a smile. He takes a seat on the same couch as Hotch, but leaves a decent distance between them. He looks down. One one hand, his fingers tap out a private rhythm. The other hand comes up to his collar nervously and starts to tug on it when Hotch begins to speak again. 

“Reid - Spencer - listen. I know this case was difficult. And I know you’d rather be alone right now to decompress, which I’m happy to leave you to do in a moment, or I’m happy to stay for, and you can do whatever you need to do - I won’t judge,” Hotch says, trying to keep his voice light. Spencer flushes, still avoiding his gaze. He knows Spencer is still getting used to being around a group of people that really don’t mind if he stims at work, and he still feels a lot of shame about it. It saddens Hotch that Spencer is yet to see how much the team cares for him, how different this is to his childhood where he didn’t have any support. 

“I just need you to listen to me first. This case… has not been kind to you. It happens, a case affecting one of us more than the others. You’ve seen it. And whatever you may be feeling is okay. It can be difficult, processing something like this on your own, and I just wanted you to know that if you need some help understanding what it is you’re feeling, I am happy to discuss it with you. It’s no trouble.” 

Spencer continues to stare down frowning, hands knotted together. Hotch waits patiently for his response. 

“Thanks,” Spencer says quietly after a moment, still avoiding his boss’ gaze. “I appreciate it. But I don’t really know what I’m feeling, so I don’t know how to process it.” 

“That’s fine,” Hotch says quickly. “That’s normal. It may hit you later, so I just want you to be aware the offer stands for anytime.” 

“Thanks,” Spencer says again. They’re both silent for a moment. 

“I’ll head off if you’d rather be alone now,” Hotch says. “But is there anything I can do for you before I leave?” 

“I-,” Spencer starts, then cuts himself off, heat rising in his cheeks again. Hotch waits, but when it’s clear Spencer isn’t going to continue, he prods gently. “Reid?” 

Nothing. 

“Spencer?” 

“There is something,” Spencer practically whispers. 

“Name it.” 

The youngest agent exhales a shaky breath, then finally looks up at his supervisor. “Can I - have a hug?” he asks, his voice cracking slightly. 

Hotch is frozen in surprise for a second - not because he’s unwilling, but simply out of shock - Spencer is usually so averse to touch, the request leaves him a little gobsmacked. 

“Nevermind,” Spencer mutters, looking away. “It was stupid, you can go now, thanks for stopping by-,” 

Hotch scoots closer to Spencer on the couch and wraps his arms around the younger agent. Spencer exhales against Hotch’s chest, reciprocating and squeezing him back tightly. Hotch can feel Spencer’s tenseness begin to melt away, and he’s relieved. 

“It’s not stupid,” Hotch says, and Spencer shuts his eyes. “Anytime, Spencer.”

[paperphobe]

STOP DIGITALLY OVER- ENHANCING, SMOOTHING OUT AND PUTTING THAT ONE FILTER OVER EVERY SINGLE AARON HOTCHNER IMAGE (I’m looking at you Pinterest editors) it gets rid of his eye bags and wrinkles and like the fucking life in his eyes every single time and it’s genuinely off putting like uncanny valley typa thing