#hotch x male reader

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Okokokok SO….. I know the cowboy!reader is already set up with JJ- but what if there’s like one fic with hotch instead of JJ as the love interest?

Love your work! Make sure to eat and drink some water!

-Gay trash panda

Oooooo!!! Is it really bad if now I want to do that as a separate series? My whole tumblr is just gonna be cowboy reader, I can see it now (I mean it already is - don't worry I fucking love cowboy reader)

combination of this ask too

Warnings: mentions of death, child deaths, yelling, kissing (fairy heavy make out scene which feels weird to type), yelling

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When you first joined the team, Hotch was a dick. He didn’t trust you, he didn’t like that the decision to add you to the team didn’t go through him. And he made that known from day one.

He had made snippy comments from your first day and had yet to stop. You would catch him glaring at you for no specific reason. You would always be the first one he sent back to the hotel on a case. And you were sick of it. It made you want to rip your hair out. 

This time, he was particularly annoyed because you had intervened during a hostage situation. Everyone else was practically sitting ducks, trying to talk him down when there was a little boy with him. You had disobeyed direct orders and snuck into the building, taking the unsub down (you knocked him out). Hotch was absolutely fuming from the second he realised you were gone. Stream practically flew out of his ears. 

You all head back to the police station in silence, Hotch motioning for you to get in the same car as him, Reid, and Rossi. Tension filling the air. You all made your way back to the bullpen, thankful the case was close by. 

“(Y/N), my office. Now.” Hotch says, walking past you, going straight to his office. 

“Good luck,” Morgan mumbles as you walked past him. 

You walk in. 

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Hotch snaps, as soon as you were in his office, door not yet fully closed before he’s yelling.

“What was I thinkin’?” You scoffed, “I was thinkin’ a kid needed help and none of y’all seemed to be doin’ anything about it!”

“You know it takes time to talk an unsub down!”

“N I weren’t willin’ to wait!” You snap. “I didn’t wan’ another dead kid in my arms!”

“You were reckless! If you keep going like that, you will end up with another dead kid in your arms!” He exclaimed. 

You don’t care that he’s your boss, that this is probably going to get you fired. All you can think about is the anger as you slam him against the wall. You both glare at each other, chests rising heavily. Silence passed, both of you glaring at each other, chests still rising angrily.

“You keep breathin’ like that n I’m gonna wanna kiss that pretty mouth of yours,” You mumble. 

And the next thing you know, he’s kissing you. And he's breathing heavily, the thought of you pressed against him causing his brain to short circuit. You don’t hesitate, kissing him back. The argument and hatred forgotten, your hands gripping his blazer tightly as you push against him, deepening the kiss.

Some clears their throat and you both pull away at record speed. Ignoring the potential whiplash, you turned to the noise, Garcia grinned at you both. “Thank God you finally realised, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.”

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thinkin about emotionally strong reader falling apart into bf’s arms… :,)

     He knows it’s bad when you can’t bring yourself to say anything: no witty remarks to play it off, no humble shrug to show that it didn’t phase you- not even a weak joke that you’d heard from passerby during the previous week. He would have known anyway but he knows how bad it is when you can’t hide the wobble in your chin when you meet him at the door and melt into his arms.

     The sound of your stifled cries weaken his heart because he just knows how long you’ve been trying to hold it all together. You don’t know that he sheds his own tears at your sorrow. You don’t know that he feels his own pained heart grow just a touch because you trust him enough to be able to comfort you- to run to him when there is something you really can’t make better.

     When you finally stop trying to smother out the sound of your cries, it breaks his own heart into pieces because your grief is his. He doesn’t know what to do in this pile on the floor- your arms wrapped tightly around him in fear of him leaving with one hand resting at the top of your head and the other one of his hands supporting your neck as you weep into his shoulder- so he just holds you.

     And later, when your cries turn hoarse and the tears run dry, you let him pull you to your feet. He carries you to the dark bedroom because he knows you get headaches after crying. When you still don’t say a word he goes to the kitchen and scavenges some Tylenol and a cup of water.

     He knows you don’t like to feel helpless- to feel like you need to rely on someone. But if he’s being honest, he likes being able to care for you. He likes how you curl up with your head on his chest and your hands wrapped around him. He likes how you let him draw shapes on your back because you secretly love the physical touch. He likes how you let out soft sighs throughout the course of the movie because he knows you’re still awake.

     But most of all, he likes the intamacy of being the one you run to when it’s all too much because damn it all to hell if he made you feel like you weren’t free to be vulnerable with him.

[writing-mlm]

Teasing

tags: use of good boy and cumslut, mean!dom, kind of dumbification (i’m not too sure on that but yeah), porn what plot

You knew exactly how you ended up there, writhing in pleasure as his hips snapped against yours. The brutal pace is torturous on its own, your back arched and your voice lost in your throat. But you think— no, you know he likes the fact that you’re breathless beneath him. Unable to make a noise aside from a strangled string of moans.

You’d been taunting him for days, maybe weeks if he had an opinion on this. You’d been away, visiting friends, and god, he thinks back to the messages and the calls he’d gotten since you left your apartment, and his pace quickens. The pictures, the videos, the voice messages— all of it. And yet, when you returned home you pretended to be innocent, not knowing what he was talking about and why he’d been so hard the second you stepped into the door. 

Now look at you, crumbling under his touch and so blissed out you can’t say a single word. 

“Hey, hey—“ He snaps his fingers as he continues his thrusts, forcing your bleary eyes on him. “You said you could take it, baby.” Aimlessly, you nod, trying to find a reprise on the bed frame as he chuckles above you. He slows a bit, rolling his hips into you in a way that makes you strangle out a louder moan. He huffs out a pant, closing his eyes for a second before grabbing your face with a tight grip. He forces your eyes on him, his dick twitching inside of you at the sight in front of him. 

“Can’t you take it?” He taunts, listening to your broken mess of a yes before he clicks his tongue. In one motion, he flips you over and presses a hand to the middle of your back, forcing an arch. You tuck your head down, allowing yourself to breathe. 

“Use your big boy words, baby. Okay, now say you’re my cumslut.” He goes back to his harsh pacing, his free hand fisting the headboard. 

“Go on,” He taunts before he leans down and coos in your ear when you can’t. “All that big talk for what?”

[alastxrs]

spencer reid x male! non-bau! reader

where reader is a paramedic or maybe a firefighter, and he & spencer have been dating for a while, but spencer’s been keeping reader & their relationship a secret because he hasn’t come out to the team yet, and he scared to or smth..

one day spencer walks into the round table room late, and the team is questioning him suspiciously, because the last time reid came to work late, he was using (but in reality, he misses his alarm bc he wasn’t home; he was at r’s place).

after the team meeting spencer realizes he forgot something at r place (badge, bag, glasses, idk). and just as he’s asking hotch to stop by ‘a friends’ house to get what he left, reader shows up and brings it to him, saying something like, “I was on my way to work and I saw it lying on the couch”

( optional : spencer kisses r out of habit, forgetting the team is watching, and comes out to them, and their all reassuring and fluffy with him )

My Darling Doctor

SPENCER REID X MALE!READER

An FBI agent and a Paramedic together, it wasn't meant to be a secret. How will the team react finding out?

❝THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME.❞ -L. Frank Baum.

Spencer was already late to work but it wasn't his fault that he was a few minutes late, he bit the inside of his cheek as he looked out the window of the train. He had already told Hotch that he was on his way over.

This morning had just distracted him a lot.

"C'mon N/N, I've got to head to work." The brunette haired male whispered to his boyfriend who laid next to him with his arm wrapped around his waist, the (H/C) haired male just buried himself deeper into his neck. "I need to go."

The other male frowned with his eyes still closed when he heard his boyfriend but made no move to let go.

"I know you're awake."

A sigh escaped his lips as the taller/smaller male opened his eyes and looked at him. "Do we have to? We could just stay here." he asked.

"Yes we do, you and I both have work." Spencer pointed out to which the other man groaned. Y/N gave him a kiss on his cheek before getting out of the bed, he watched his partner stretch his arms and move towards the bathroom. "I'll make it up to you when I finish work!"

"You better! Now, get your smart ass in this shower!"

He couldn't contain his laughter as he followed his boyfriend into the shower.

Spencer smiled a bit when thinking about his boyfriend, though his thoughts were cut off when the elevator doors opened and he realized he had gotten off the train; he was already at work.

He slightly jumped when he saw the group waiting before the elevator as he stepped out. Were they heading out?

"So... are you gonna tell us why you were late?" Derek asked him with his arms crossed. The question had him confused for a moment. "Cause, kid, you are never late."

The brown-haired male was about to say something until Penelope cut him off. "The last time you were ever late was when you were using, are you back?" she asked as she gently grabbed his hands and gently squeezed them. "Please tell us you aren't-"

"No! Why would you guys think I'm using again?" The taller male questioned as he pulled his hands out of her hands. "I just missed my alarm-"

"You never miss your alarm, Spence." JJ pointed out to him.

Hotch was quiet while the rest of the group asked questions, he kept his eyes on the younger man before he asked a question of his own. "Did you forget anything?"

Spencer was quiet when he heard the question before he patted himself.

He forgot his bag. With his badge and glasses.

Everything was in his bag and he had a panicked look on his face when he realized he had forgotten his bag.

He stayed quiet for a moment before he looked back at his Chief. "Is...it possible I could quickly go to my friend's house?" he asked, the others were quiet at that question. "I was....staying with him and left my bag there on accident."

Before Hotch could answer him, the elevator door opened again and there stood Y/N with his bag in his hand. A smile formed on the other's face as he saw Spencer and he quickly jogged to the group.

"Hey babe! You left your bag on my couch, I already let my Chief know that I'm gonna be a few minutes late." The (H/C) haired male giggled though his Chief was understanding. "I made sure all of your stuff is inside so your badge, glasses and-"

Spencer was relaxed hearing that all of his stuff was inside of the bag yet he stopped his partner from speaking by kissing him on the lips.

A surprised look was on the paramedics face before his smile returned.

"If this is how you are going to thank me everytime I give you something, I should get into the habit of doing this~!"

The taller/smaller male shook his head. "Thank you for bringing my bag." he thanked his boyfriend, he kissed the other on the cheek since the two of them had usually gotten into the habit of kissing either each others foreheads or cheeks when something was done. "I need to get used to bringing my stuff with me when I leave your house."

"I'm glad I caught you before you left!" Y/N gently reached for his hand before kissing the taller/smaller's cheek. "Now I've gotta get going soon but before I do..."

The Paramedic smiled at the group as he waved at them. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you guys and I wish I could have a proper conversation with you all but I must go." he squeezed Spencer's hand before letting go. "Though, when you guys get back and whenever I finish work, let's get a drink."

That was when Y/N left, without letting a single one of them speak.

Derek's expression was surprised before he pulled twenty dollars out of his pocket and hand it to Emily, who had a smug look on her face.

"You have got to tell us on the plane how you two met and got together." The dark-haired woman said to him, the rest of the group got out of their shocked daze because they had realized their Spencer had a partner.

Penelope smiled at the younger man. "We are very happy for you! He seems like a sweetheart." she said.

Derek chuckled as he patted his back. "How long have you been hiding him from us? Afraid we would scare him off?"

"No...I was scared he'd scare you all..." Spencer muttered to which the others laughed.

Y/N had scared him when they first met and somehow convinced him into a relationship.

Hotch had a small smile on his face at the conversation before he shook his head and got back to the case at hand. "You are late so we'll go over the case on the jett." he spoke as the group began walking again. "Let's go."

It was quiet while they make their way to the private jett until Derek decided to ask something when they had gotten to the jett.

"So....does he top you or do you top him...?"

JJ and Emily gently hit Derek for asking such a personal question, David rolled his eyes and shook his head as he sat down.

"You don't just ask that kind of question!!"

"You aren't winning our other bet like this!!"

Spencer had a small smile on his face since it felt nice that the team didn't think of him any different as he grabbed the case file before he paused in front of where Derek was sitting.

The slightly older man looked confused for a moment at the younger man.

"We switch, if you want more than talk to him yourself." He answered, Derek's eyes widened when his question was answered and he was going to ask more as Spencer moved to sit across from him/

Hotch looked at the rest of them. "Let's focus on the case and talk about Reid's love life later."

And now their brains were back on the case.

Meanwhile....

Y/N was currently in cloud nine while thinking about kissing Spencer again when the man got home, his own team was shaking him awake.

He wouldn't wake up until he heard they needed to head out.

The (H/C) haired man couldn't wait for Spencer to get home as he thought about the things they would do once the other's case was over.

The two were definitely adorable.

Might be clinging to each other when the case was over, Y/N already had the day off when his boyfriend would be coming home.

"HELP HELP, I'M BLEEDING OUT."

That's when Y/N woke up from his daze and he quickly sat up before realizing his team were playing a prank on him.

"Oh fuck you lot..."

[starch1ldz]

Hotch: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Y/n: It was autocorrect

Hotch: Autocorrect wrote "you're so hot please step on me"?

Y/n: Yes

[cumulo-stratus]

Aaron + fbi best

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For the Marchhotchness writing challenge by @hotchfiles

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14. [PROMPT] Eye of the Beholder

Hotch had a reputation within the bureau that he was harsh and unflinching, certain events in his life and plenty of water cooler gossip only sought to highlight that, spinning rumours around until he came out an emotionless robot.

The team sometimes saw a softer, more relaxed version during meals at Dave’s or when he was interacting with Jack, but you were the only one fortunate enough to see Aaron with all his walls down. That trust was something you would cherish forever.

—

As the steam cleared off the bathroom mirror Aaron noticed you leaning against the door frame, hair ruffled from sleep, shorts hanging low on your waist, you looked wonderfully cosy.

‘Sorry love I didn’t mean to wake you’ he spoke softly trying to not disrupt the sleepy atmosphere, hoping he would be able to convince you back into bed.

‘You’re back early’ shuffling forwards you wrapped your arms around his waist resting your forehead between his shoulders, putting his hands on top of yours he felt the last bits of tension leave his body

‘Mhhm, everyone just wanted to get home.’

‘Bedtime Aaron’

‘Lead the way sweetheart’

[pkg4mumtown]

Special Weapons and Tactics (Ch. 1)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader

Rating: Teen (for now)

Summary: You’re an FBI SWAT agent sent to a scene that the BAU is in charge of. There, you meet the team, specifically SSA Aaron Hotchner.

Content Warnings: Male!reader (no Y/N), strong language, first person POV, non-descriptive mentions of PTSD, canon-typical violence

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this fic for a while and I’m happy to share it with you! I’m about half way done with it and will be finishing it as I post the chapters. I will post about every couple weeks just so I have time to keep up with writing. I also have two Spotify playlists on my page for Criminal Minds if you want to check them out!!

Also available on AO3

July 2010

“Listen up. Target’s name is Lucas Bryant. This guy’s got a military background and possibly suffers from PTSD. He’s using various military paraphernalia to subdue his victims, believes his killings were righteous, and believes he’s at war with us, so approach with extreme caution. There’s a high chance that he won’t let himself be captured. The BAU believes he’s holed up in an attic, upstairs, or basement of some sort. Meet the BAU Unit Chief when we arrive.”

Various, “yes, sir’s,” echoed in the tactical van. Metal sliding against metal followed as last-minute weapons checks commenced.

“ETA is two minutes.”

I had been in the middle of poring over a case file when I got the SWAT mobilization order to a house in northern Virginia and was happy to step away. Words had been swimming on the pages of the file for the last couple of hours, so I’d been restless and itching to clear my head. I let myself imagine breathing out any thought of my own cases so I could be fully focused on this one.

Before the van could fully come to a stop, we were all standing and waiting for the back doors to unlock. A sea of olive green and black emerged from the van and we followed the lead SWAT agent toward the group of agents discussing and gesturing toward the house. The house was strangely well-kept, with a maintained lawn, but “No Soliciting” signs were hung on any possible surface. The curtains were all drawn closed, putting the agents even more on edge since we had a visual disadvantage.

“They’ve been briefed, Agent Hotchner,” our lead SWAT agent notified the Unit Chief as we approached.

“Great, thank you,” the tall, dark-haired agent nodded, making eye contact with each of us to make sure we were paying attention. “We’re splitting into three groups. The first group will go with Agent Morgan and Dr. Reid to breach the front door and head upstairs, the second with Agents Prentiss and Jareau to breach the back door, and everyone else with myself and Agent Rossi to the basement. Let’s go,” he dismissed the group, and everyone split up, having seen who they’re going with since the Unit Chief pointed them out as he spoke.

I looked at each of the other's faces as he gestured to them. The only member I was familiar with was Morgan since we were both in the FBI academy at the same time. The younger one—Reid—seemed vaguely familiar but I couldn’t recall as my attention drifted back to their boss.

My group followed Hotchner and Rossi to the side of the house where two doors indicated the basement access for the house. After we secured the entrance of the basement, we formed up along the side of the house and prepared for entry. I was the last in line of SWAT agents and felt Hotchner’s hand come to my shoulder. The two metal basement doors were firmly closed, prompting our breacher to check for locks. The breacher signaled that basement door was locked and unclipped a saw from his gear. He readied himself to cut the lock, giving us a signal and making eye contact with Hotchner, behind me.

“Is everyone in position?” came Hotchner’s steady, low voice.

There was a resounding confirmation over the radio.

“Breach.”

All of the teams moved immediately. Our breacher made quick work of the lock with the saw while the next agent in line pulled a flash-bang from his vest. With the doors forced open, the breacher jumped away from the entrance while the other agent lobbed a flash-bang down the stairs. As soon as it went off, everyone was following the agent down the stairs and swarming the basement. Rossi stayed outside to watch any windows while Hotchner was the last one in behind me. By the time we arrived, the room was clear and strangely empty besides the typical basement findings. Tall, metal shelving lined the walls with nothing of much interest on them and the floor was littered with boxes and grime. A lingering musty smell permeated the air but nothing else of concern.

“Anything upstairs?” Hotchner asked into the radio.

“Nothing, Hotch.”

He was understandably irritated by that answer and ordered, “Tear this place apart.”

We all got to work as he radioed with his team back and forth, looking around the room for any clues or ideas. Agents ripped into boxes and overturned miscellaneous furniture scattered throughout the basement. Hotchner grew more frustrated by the second judging by his tone over the radio, but his face didn’t show it.

“There’s electrical running down to the ground on the south side of the house,” the older agent—Rossi—sounded over the radio.

The stoic agent’s eyes snapped to the far wall to my left and moved briskly, just short of shoving agents out of his way. His tall frame squeezed between two shelving racks, stepping on a pile of trash in between as he feels the wall.

“Do you see any seams in the bricks?” He directed the question to me, making realize I was the closest to him but far enough to examine the wall from a distance.

“N—oh—yea! A little higher!” I pointed higher up the wall and try to follow the seam down.

I noticed a faint line—no, a wire—lower on the wall ending somewhere under Hotchner’s foot. My nerves lit on fire as I realized what was happening, but I couldn’t move toward him fast enough, “Sir, wait!”

Hotchner lifted weight off one foot to stretch more, turning to look at me as I surged toward him. He started to speak, unaware of what was happening or what I’d seen, “There’s airfl—”

Hotchner was cut off when an ear-rupturing, forceful shockwave echoed throughout the basement, bouncing off the walls and causing the unprepared to stumble. He lost his footing, disoriented and thrown off balance by the concussive blast. I even stumbled back as the blast pushed past my efforts to move forward. At the same time, he and his head were thrown forward into the industrial metal racking with what should have been a sickening thud. Everyone’s ears were ringing too much to hear it. Thankfully, the SWAT agents all had on ear protection and recovered much more quickly than Hotchner.

 I rushed over as the SWAT team’s medic and caught him under his armpits before he could collapse. His body was almost completely lax in my arms, so I dragged him away and propped him against a different rack.

“Sir, are you hurt anywhere else?”

There was no response, and his eyes were barely open and fluttering. I patted him down roughly but found nothing glaringly wrong besides the gushing cut to his forehead.

“Sir, can you stand?”

Nothing. Fuck.

The other SWAT agents were scrambling to open the false wall while being mindful of any more wires. I decided to radio the teams outside before I moved the agent.

“Basement team is working on a false wall. I have an agent down, in and out of consciousness from a concussion grenade. Possible head trauma. Extricating him now.”

“Copy.”

“I’m going to get you out of here, sir,” I assured him as his eyes finally fluttered shut, and his body became completely limp.

I secured my weapon and squatted low until his body could drape over my shoulders. I hooked an arm through his legs and held his dangling arm with the same hand so that I had a free hand for balance on the stairs. When he was as secure as I could get him, I quickly exited the basement, wanting to be out of there by the time they opened the false door so neither of us got shot.

I could only manage a brief nod to Rossi as I carried Hotchner’s extra weight from the stairs to the front lawn. I was keenly aware that the EMTs hadn’t been allowed in the staging area yet since Bryant wasn’t yet apprehended. I got to the edge of the front lawn before depositing him as gingerly as I could on the grass.

“Sir, can you hear me?” I raised my voice and took my helmet off, tossing it in the grass haphazardly.

Fetching a small penlight from one of my pouches, I removed my gloves and opened his eyes to check his pupils. Finding a somewhat normal reaction, I put the light away and got to work on treating his forehead, hoping the stinging would jostle him awake.

“This might sting,” I murmured to myself, basically.

I flushed the wound and press gauze firmly against it, feeling the agent below me tense with pain. His strong hand engulfed my wrist to roughly pry my hands away, but I persisted. I shoved my knee over his bicep and stapled his arm to the ground with my shin.

“Sir, relax. You’re safe,” I reassured him, maneuvering my arm so he could see my face and uniform. He was looking wildly around, probably looking for his team. “Look at me sir,” I requested and offered my rank as an SSA and my last name to him. “You have a laceration on your forehead, okay? I’m stopping the bleeding.”

His breathing began to slow, and he nodded slightly in confirmation. I took my shin off of his arm now that I knew he wouldn’t try to fight me.

“Can you tell me your name?” I began asking him some basic questions to assess for any brain damage.

“SSA Aaron Hotchner,” he answered, louder than he should have been responding but understandably so.

“Good. Do you remember the name of the target?”

“Lucas, mhm, Bryant,” he cringed as my hands worked on his head.

“Can you tell me how many fingers I have up?” I requested, pulling one of my hands away to show him three fingers.

“Three,” he squinted.

“Who’s your Section Chief?”

“Strauss.”

“Goo—,” I started but he cuts me off.

“You want my phone number, too?” he deadpanned, making me huff and smirk at the sarcasm.

“Well, do you remember it?” I challenged him, using butterfly style bandages to hold the wound closed before taping gauze over it.

He effortlessly relayed the numbers to me, giving me a pointed look as if to tell me he was fine now. “If you remember the number I’ll let you buy me coffee,” he rolled his eyes but briefly held my gaze with striking hazel eyes. He attempted to sit up, but I prevented him with a firm hand on his chest.

My brain screeched to a halt as I mentally rewound what he just said to me. Did he just flirt with me? Crap, what numbers did he just say? 5-5-5-0-4-7…6? No—8-6. I repeated them over and over in my head.

I was broken out of my stupor when I could finally hear chatter on the radio again as my ears became more attuned to our surroundings instead of just Hotchner, “Your team is fine. The target’s down.”

He relaxed a little more and I was all too aware of the hand I still had on his chest. He was, too, I saw as he quickly glanced down and then at me but didn’t mention it. I dug my hand into another pouch and brought out an ice pack, activating it with a pop, and pressing it to his head. He took over for my hand and kept the pack pressed to his head.

“Noted, by the way,” I answered his earlier challenge with an upturn at the corner of my mouth.

He gave a hum in acknowledgement. Hotchner was silent for a while, his free hand absentmindedly playing with the grass while trying to crane his head to look at the action behind him to no avail.

“It’s weird being on the other end of this,” he murmured, seemingly to no one in particular.

“What do you mean, sir?” I adjusted myself to sit on the grass more comfortably.

“Hotch,” he corrected, focusing back on me. “And, usually, I’m the one calming victims down. Yet here I am getting flustered over an operator.”

“You could have fooled me,” I laughed, my hand twitching against his chest. Whatever flustered feeling he was talking about, it wasn’t noticeable—to me at least. His features were still void of any emotion beyond the lingering worry for the mission.

“Despite having been in SWAT, the situation was…eye-opening,” his even voice invited a brief moment of mirth.

“You were straight before you went in the basement?” I joked with pursed lips.

“Pretty much,” Hotch nearly cracked a smile. The hint of it soon faded away and he made direct eye contact with me, hoping I would understand, “That’s a joke.”

I was…unsure of how to take that. It was a joke in that he actually is straight or a joke meaning that he’s not straight? Was he or was he not flirting? I mentally sighed and gave him a neutral answer just in case.

“I’m aware of how sexual orientation works, sir,” I forced a chuckle. “Maybe that hit jostled your head a little more than we thought.”

He deflated a little, his smirk dropping, “Yea, maybe.”

In an effort to save the conversation, I latched on to what he previously said, “You did SWAT detail?”

“Mmm, yea, when I was at the Seattle Field Office…tch,” he let out a long breath. “…a long time ago. It was fun,” he raised an eyebrow at me. “Surprised?”

“Only a little,” I shrugged. “You seem capable,” I gave him a once over, imagining him in the uniform I was wearing.

In the distance, I finally saw the rest of Hotch's team leaving the house. They rushed toward me where I had their boss lounging in the grass.

“Your team is incoming,” I notified him and began standing.

I extended my hand to Hotch, and he took it reluctantly as I helped him to his feet. He wobbled for a second, prompting me to still him with a hand firmly planted on his back while his hand clutched my shoulder. If anything, my hand on his back had the opposite effect as he put pressure into my hand instead of balancing himself.

Interesting.

I would have been crazy to pull my hand back.

Rossi approached with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Close encounter with a deadly shelf down there, eh?”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from bursting out in laughter at the murderous look Hotch shot at Rossi. It was only made funnier by the image of the stern agent with a child-sized icepack on his forehead.

I quickly cleared my throat as I noticed the other agents looking expectantly at me, “Just a laceration and probably bruising later. He hit his head pretty good, possible mild concussion so he shouldn’t be alone for 24 hours. Might need stitches and probably worth getting his head checked out but I’m sure he won’t.”

Hotch winced as he accidentally put more pressure on it with the icepack, “I’m fine. Just a headache.”

I fixed him with a pointed look, then glanced at his hovering team, “Yeah, well, they seem to disagree.”

Prentiss stepped forward, concern softening her features. She reached for his forearm, his hand quickly sliding from my shoulder to her hands and leading him away from my hand on his back, “Come on, tough guy. You’re crashing with me.”

No significant other at home? Or is she…? Hm.

It was almost possessive, but what did I know? With the nature of our work, I’m sure they were all pretty close and protective of one another. I might not be a profiler, but I got the idea nonetheless as her eyes flicked toward me like I was a stranger. Well, because I was.

Clearing my throat, I swiped my helmet from the grass and tucked it under my arm. I extended my hand to Hotch, “Great to meet you, sir.”

Despite not knowing them besides Morgan, word did tend to get around the field offices about the BAU, so it was nice to put faces to the team.

“Thank you for your help,” my last name escaped his mouth with a low and soft hum, giving me a grateful quirk of his mouth.

Before I could lose myself in his features, I shifted my attention to Rossi and shook his and everyone else’s hand. As I got to Morgan, recognition flashed across his face.

My last name questioningly fell out of his mouth in disbelief. A bright smile lit up his face as he realized why we knew each other, “How’ve you been, brother?”

“Good, man. I—,” I heard my name called across the street, beckoning me to the tactical van. I acknowledged my teammate and continued my sentence by drawing out the letter, “I…gotta go, I guess.”

“No worries, we’ll catch up soon. Let’s go out some time,” Morgan reached for my hand and pulled me into a brief hug.

“Sounds good,” I smiled at the team and jogged back to the van.

I approached the van, slowing down as I got to the open door where Ramirez was waiting for me expectantly.

“Have fun with the shrinks?” He grinned and held the back door open for me.

“Yea, they’re alright. I went through the academy with one of them,” I climbed in and helped him shut the doors before sitting down.

“Bunch of characters, though,” he chuckled.

“What do you mean?” I frowned.

“Nah, it’s just…I’ve worked with them before. No offense or anything, they’re just…weird, I guess,” he stammered over his words, not quite expecting to be called out.

“And, yet we rely on them for profiles that help us get guys like that,” I gestured vaguely in the direction of the house we had just left.

“Fair enough.”

On the ride back to DC, I pulled out my phone and typed in the number I had been repeating since my interaction with Hotch. 5-5-5-0-4-8-6. I quickly saved it under something practical and not at all indicative of how giddy I felt saving it.

Spoilers, it was just “Hotch BAU”.

 I resisted typing out a text message to him at that moment, not wanting to seem…desperate? Yea, “desperate” sounded right. I decided to send it later that night, which sounded even more desperate considering he would be at that attractive agent’s house. Prentiss? Prentiss. I grumbled to myself for being stupid and shoved my phone back in my pocket.

-

Chapter 2

[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."

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

I was rewatching s1 of CM, and Hotch was abuse in the past ?? And they just drop the idea ?

So here's the request : Hotch telling to his partner that he was abuse, after he come back of a case (that end up badly).

-Crow Anon

Hiya! I hope you enjoy!! I found this one kind of just flew when I was writing it (if that makes sense), I really enjoyed writing this one :)

((I enjoy writing all requests I've just been feeling a bit unmotivated but yeah))

Warnings: mentions of abuse and drinking/alcoholism. no 'on screen' violence. mentions of murder.

“Hey babe,” You smile as Aaron closed the door behind him. 

“Hey.” You frown, watching your boyfriend closely. The way he put his brief case on the floor silently, slipped out of his shoes and immediately headed into the kitchen. Something was definitely wrong. 

“What’s going on?” You ask gently. You don’t get too close to him, not wanting to swamp him - no matter how much you wanted to approach him, to wrap your arms around him.

“Tough case,” He mumbled, starting to boil some water. “Do you want a tea?”

“I could go for a tea,” You reply, not mentioning the fact that you have one on the coffee table already. You knew he just wanted to be able to do something while he talked. Besides, hot drinks made by Aaron somehow always tasted better. You waited for a few seconds. “So, what’s going through that mind of yours?” Your voice is gentle.

He doesn’t answer for a few seconds, busying himself with choosing mugs for the pair of you. He places them on the counter, adding the tea bags. 

“One of the victims, his friend is this boy.” His voice is quiet. “He’s seven but… he reminds me a lot myself at his age.”

You don’t say anything, other than giving a small hum of acknowledgement. 

“And his dad- his dad reminds me a lot of mine.” He says, pouring the boiling water into each mug. 

“What was your dad like?” You prompted.

“He was a mean drunk.” Aaron’s reply is short as he added sugar to your tea, leaving his as is. “He was cruel.”

You don’t say anything, just watching him.

“He’d hit me, Sean, and my mum.” Aaron said, adding a splash of milk to both teas. “Even when he wasn’t drunk. But it was always worse when he was.”

With that, Aaron grabbed both mugs from the counter, placing them on the kitchen table you were currently sat at. He sat opposite you.

“I’m sorry.” You said, reaching over, taking his hands in yours.

“It’s not your fault. And it was a long time ago.”

“That doesn’t mean it hurts any less.” You remind him, “And you didn’t deserve that, not at all. No one does.” 

“I’m sorry I never mentioned it before.”

“That doesn’t matter,” You give a soft smile, “You’re telling me now, when you’re ready. And that’s more than okay. And I’m happy you trusted me enough to share this.”

“You’re very easy to talk to.” 

“Thank you,” You reply, “Did you want to talk about it anymore or just watch a movie?”

“Watch a movie.”

“Alright then, which movie?”

“The Princess Bride?” Aaron said, “Inigo Montoya reminds me of Gideon.”

“You know, I always thought they looked alike,” You give him a quick peck on the cheek as you grab your tea, and Aaron’s hand. He follows you out into the living, giving a shy smile when he sees the tea on the coffee table.

“You already had a tea,” He points out gently.

“You make them better,” You grin, reaching for the remote. 

[amell333]

My pretty boy no matter what S.R

!!English is not my first languge!!

Summary: Spencer is feeling a little insecure since his contacts had to be renewed and have to wear glasses for a week or so.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male Reader

content warnings: Spencer being insecure, and nerves what reader think. But mostly just pure fluff.

Spencer have had aa problem with his contacts for a while, and now have to wear his old glasses for a week or so. He didn’t partially have a problem with it. back a few years after he joined the BAU he wore them all the time (season 2 btw).  

He didn’t really care about what people thought, everyone had seen him with his glasses anyway, he was fine with glasses had no problem with them, sure they could be annoying and fog up easily, but he didn’t mind.

And that Wednesday morning wasn’t any different. He had been busy getting new glasses because the old once broke so he hadn’t been able to see since Monday and that did so he couldn’t work. He finally came back to the BAU. And of course, the first he went looking for, after putting his jacket and bag down, was of course you, his favorite boy, he wasn’t going to tell you that though.

After Spencer had looked for almost 10 minutes and simply could not find you, he went to JJ and Morgen to see if they know where you may have gone of to.

“Hey... uhm… Guys do you know where (M/N) is? I can’t find him.” Only after he asked he realized maybe it was not the best idea to and Darek Morgen, JJ was fine but Morgen. No yeah Morgen was totally going to tease the shit out of Spencer after he found you.

“Oh (M/N)? yeah last I saw his he was with Pen in her office.” JJ gave him a small smile after telling but before he could go Darek couldn’t wait with start teasing Spencer. “Oh lover boy looking for his little crush huh?” Spencer’s face turned red and his ears felt all hot.

“What!? Crush?! Wh- what no no…no no. ofcoursenotwhywouldyousayoreventhingthatwhat. No.” Darek and JJ started laughing. “Calm down pretty boy go find you lover boy ok.”

Without a word Spencer quickly left the scene to go find you where he hopefully thought was in Penelope’s office.

Not long after Spencer reached the office. And when he got closer, he could hear the voice of not only Garcia but also you. But just as he was about to push the door wider to step in and greet you and of course Penelope. He heard you say something interesting.

“That’s exactly why I hate glasses. They look all dorky and stupid they fog up. And is honestly just ugly, they don’t look good on anyone!” Spencer never cared what people thought about him he really didn’t. but… you were not people. You were (M/N). His (M/N). Your opinion matters the most to him. He cared what you thought about him.

He stopped himself before opening the door. He couldn’t let you see him like this. He wouldn’t.

But if he had just stayed a little longer he would have heard what was actually being said.

“What!?!?” Pen looked shocked wide eyes looking at (M/N). mouth gape staring at you. “why would he say that?! He’s only like ten! He’s too young to think that! Plus glasses does not make everyone look ugly that is an insult to me and my beauty!”

“I know Pen. I told my little brother that to. But he’s just scared he doesn’t want to get bullied and picked on by his friends and the other kids in the school.” you looked back at her. “and yeah you do look absolutely amazingly gorgeous.” You said that with a smirk on you’re lips.

“Ugh… darling you’re too sweet on me. But I know my glasses are so stylish and absolutely fabulous!” they both of you laughed. Then you checked the time. “Oh sorry Pen I got to go back to my desk, can’t stay here and chat forever. If only.” “See you later hun.”

You took you’re coffee mug from her table, thinking you could might as well fill it up on you’re way back. Plus you really needed something to wake you up, and that something is a hot cup of coffee.

When you walked in ready to finally get you’re hands on a nice cup of coffee you saw spencer. You’re face lit up. You haven’t seen him in days and he hadn’t texted you why, almost made you think he was ignoring you, you would have if he hadn’t texted you yesterday saying sorry he hadn’t answered back, but not telling why.

Spencer almost had his entire back turned to you. “ Hey Spence how-“ before you could say anything more Spencer hurriedly took something off his face and hid his had and the object in his pocket. He quietly and fast greeted you before running of. And that’s wired because you’ve never seen Spencer run by choice. Something was definitely wrong.

All day Spencer had avoided you and you didn’t know why. Evry time you walked into the same room as him we were fast you walk out laving you there confused and dazed. Why didn’t he want to talk to you? Normally you were the first he would greet. And he would normally be all excited to see you after only not seeing you for a day.

This was wired like really wired. He have never ever acted like this. So why? Did you do something? What could you have done to make you’re nerdy best fried avoid you, like you were the plage or something.

You really didn’t know. But what you did know was you were going to find out.

And that’s what you did, you went into full detective mode. You asked almost everyone on the team they thought it was wired as well. If there was one person, he never ignored it was you.

While you were asking around trying to find out what you could have done. Penelope was the 2.0 version of Sherlock Holmes. She had a feeling what could be wrong with Spencer. So while you were out asking trying to find out what was wrong, Pen was literally interrogating Spencer.

And after not so long Spencer knew she had figured it out, there was no point in hiding it for her anymore. He told her everything how he had hard how much you hated glasses and he was sorry for basically spying on you and her.

Penelope though was confused. What does he mean hated glasses you had no problem with it. you thought glasses were cute, and even had reading glasses yourself. But then she realized that he hadn’t herd the whole conversation, so while Spencer was rending between how sorry he was for spying and how sad he was about you.

She stopped him and tried to explain what was really said in the conversation and that he had misunderstood it all. Penelope didn’t even have time to finish her explanation before Spencer rushed out, yelling a quick thank you.

When he finally found you, you were sitting at you’re desk looking extremely down. Spencer felt like a big bucket of water just got splashed over his head. he felt so bad when he saw how stressed and sad he had made you. Thinking he should have just talked to you from the start.

He quickly walked over to you and stood at you’re desk. You were quick to notice him, standing up. Before you could ask him or say anything he started ranting about how he had herd you wrong saying how you hated glasses and how he saw sorry he didn’t just talk to you after the whole misunderstanding.

You caught on what had happened. And it wasn’t his fault he didn’t know how to deal with it, you know Spencer had always had trouble with explaining and acting on his emotions and just instead shut of thinking it would go away, and just solve itself.

You couldn’t get a word in, so you did what you had wanted to do since seeing him for the first time. You grabbed his head and shut him up with planting you’re lips on his soft ones, cautious at first, but when you didn’t feel any protesting and instead feeling him start to deepened the kiss kissing you back.

You moved one of you’re hands to the back of his head into the curls in the back, when you did that Spencer leaned further into you and the kiss. You backed away Spencer’s lips quickly trying to get closer to yours again. He looked at you as you look at him.

“You’ve been ignoring me because  you thought I didn’t like how you looked in glasses?” there was silence for a while before nodding his head slowly. “Baby why would you think that.” Spence looked down at the ground studently feeling embarrassed.

“it’s ok Spence. Please don’t look down you look so cute with you’re glasses on” when you said that Spencer’s ears turned red, and a wobbly smile had formed on his lips.

“You’re so pretty. You know that right? You’re my pretty boy” … “Wh-what did you just say” had he herd you wrong? Was he hearing things? Or did you just say he was you’re pretty boy? “ you want to be my pretty boy Spence?” all Spencer could do was nod, still thinking he was dreaming or something. “And glasses or not you’re my pretty bot no matter what Spence.”

You’re lucky no one was in the office at the time or you and Spencer would never hear the end of it but that wasn’t what mattered right now. All that mattered was Spencer at the moment.

Thank you so much for reading my fic. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. And have a good Day/Afternoon/Night!

[zvdvdlvr]

Food for thought: secret relationship with Aaron. Not that you're trying to keep it a secret but neither of you were ready to tell the team and now it's almost a game waiting to see who figures it out. Either way even if your relationship was in the open I don't think hotch would engage in any romantic conversation or pda of any kind in the office or in the field BUT I raise you this the man is a not so secret nerd, he's well read, and certainly a romantic at heart...passing notes. Love notes scribbled on scrap paper tucked away at your desk to find. Little notes left in the books he lends you "this part reminded me of you" or even texts through the day just to say "I love you" plain and simple I could go on about this forever 🤭

HEGEHEHEGEHEHEHEH YES. TRUST AND BELIEVE THAT AARON IS A NERD AND A SAP.

Aaron took note of your favorite authors, songs, poets, and artists. Just a a casual pick-me-up (or rather Aaron hoped it helped lighten your mood), Aaron would use a designated hot pink sticky note to scribble out a little phrase from a poem you had been mentioning consistently. Then when you were off to lunch or just out, Aaron would tuck it neatly onto the bookmarked page of a book or file you were working on.

And you better believe he’d circle phrases (lightly) in pencil and write little notes in the margins of your shared books. If Aaron’s feeling particularly joking during the day, he’ll send you the link to Shakespeare’s sonnet 130 and say ‘Reminds me of you lol’. It makes you laugh every time.

And his texts during the day are so tooth achingly cute im in pain thinking about it/j. 😣😣 Aaron tends to stay away from his phone or most technology on a case, but you were involved- possibly too involved- on a case. Aaron watched your face light up as you read the message: ‘I love you, sweetheart.’

Can’t forget when you’re asleep at night and Aaron’s away for some fucking reason. He doesn’t get too detailed (he doesn’t need too!) but he’ll send you those: ‘You’re sleeping right now, so I wantes to let you know how much I’m in love with you’ texts, sleepily going on about everything about you.

And imagine making a shares playlist between you and Aaron :,). Or not even a shared playlist- you could just send Aaron a song during a boring day of paperwork. He’ll listen to it and think of you, looking at the lyrics and writing the song down for future reference just in case.

Another thing Aaron does is doodle. I know how ridiculous and absurd it sounds, but just little stick figures and a heart or a tiny recreation of a scene from a book you’d recently read. He doesn’t have time most days to actually give them to you, so he just tears them off and tuck the hot pink sticky notes and paper scraps of doodles into your desk and around your home to find for later :)

[warriorofthought]

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.

[starch1ldz]

Hotch: i think you have PTSD

Y/n: yeah i have PTSD

Y/n: Proficient Talent for Sucking Di-

Hotch: we ALSO need to talk about your use of humor as a coping mechanism

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Ficmas 2023 Masterlist

December 14th - Waiting Rooms (Hotch x Fem Reader)

Summary: JJ goes into labour with her second baby, on Christmas Eve. Aaron and Emily are the only two still in town, they rush to the hospital to support her where Aaron meets a lovely woman who's friend is also giving birth that same night.

December 15th - Christmas Cookies (Spencer x Single mom!Reader)

Summary: Spencer's neighbour gives him a plate of whatever she makes her family for dinner most nights. When he comes home to see smoke bellowing out of her kitchen window, the last thing on his mind is some burnt parchment paper under her Christmas cookies.

December 16th - December 16th, 1986 (steddie fic)

Summary: It took 8 months, but Steve's parents finally sold their house... and Steve has no idea where he's going to live now.

December 17th - Snowed In (Hotch x Fem Reader)

Summary: what happens when you're the last two in the office on Christmas Eve and the roads are closed due to an unexpected blizzard?

December 18th - Home Alone (Hotch x Male Reader)

Summary: it's Aaron's first Christmas with Jack away at college.

December 19th - Neighbourhood Beauty (Spencer x Fem Reader)

Summary: Penelope is hosting Christmas at her apartment this year, she invites everyone... Including her new neighbour, who is exactly Spencer's type.

December 20th - Dear Santa (Hotch x Fem Reader)

Summary: Jack's wishlist this year only consists of one thing. He wants Y/N to be his step-mom.

December 21st - Little White Lies (Hotch x Fem Reader)

Summary: Readers sister is having an Engagement/Christmas party this year and her cousin will be there. With her new fiance. Who is reader's ex. The only logical thing to do is to show up with her own new boyfriend... who isn't really her boyfriend. He's her boss.

December 22nd - Come Together (Hotch x Fem Reader)

Summary: Ever since the academy, Aaron and Y/N have been at each other's throats for a spot on the BAU. He got it, She didn't. Now they have to plan the Bureau's Holiday party together without killing each other.

[river13245]

Cookies and laughter

Navigation / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner x gn reader

The sound of your phone vibrating on the kitchen island is what made you stop what you were doing to pick it up. You didn't even have to bother to look at who it was calling you because you had a special ringtone for your husband. That was different from everyone else.

After answering the phone you place it on your shoulder and lean your head to the side so it doesn't fall. "Hi Aaron" his name left your lips in a smooth sounding way. You knew that when Aaron called you during work he didn't want to be reminded of work so you called him by his name or a pet name when you were feeling extra brave.

It took a moment for him to respond and when he did you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was agitated and not in a very good mood. "hi sweetheart. I'm going to be home a bit earlier than planned tonight" He never spoke about his job over the phone. He just wanted to focus on your voice and the thought of you at home with jack.

You were surprised that he was coming home earlier because usually he is calling you saying that he will be later. However it went well with your plans, you just had to hurry up the pace. "Okay great. Ill make us some food and we can all have a relaxing night" The sigh that leaves his lips has you smiling. "that sounds amazing. I've got to go but I love you"

"I love you too" When the call ended you placed your phone back onto the counter and went back to baking cookies. You had been making cookies so that Jack could decorate some for his father before he got home. The tree had been put up with the help of your husband a few days ago but it was left undecorated. Tonight will be the last night it isnt lit up with lights and decorations because the three of you will be making this home more christmasy

As you pull out the cookies and place the tray on top of the stove Jack comes into the room. "it smells really good in here" he says as he comes up beside you to look at the cookies. "well I am the best baker in the state so it better smell good in here" This earns a laugh from the young boy.

Going to the fridge to get icing and some other things you didn't even have to look over to know that he was trying to grab a cookie to eat already. "They are hot. No touching" He looks at you like a deer in headlights and he has the same look on his face that Aaron does when you tell him no. "how did you even know I was grabbing one?"

His words make you smile as you place the items on the big table. "I see everything. There's not much that your able to sneak past me" Jack laughs a little and sits at the table. "ill grab you a butter knife so you can spread the icing around"

Once everything is set up you had left Jack to the cookie decorating while you go get out ornaments that they had in boxes. There was Christmas music playing throughout the house that Jack had requested earlier today and its been playing ever since.

As you placed a box down you hear Jacks voice from the kitchen "can you come decorate with me?" How could you ever say no to that. "yeah I'm coming" you set the box to the side so it wasn't in the way and went and sat beside Jack at the table.

Jack had made a gingerbread man that resembled a bit like his father and so you smile and point to it. "is that your father as a gingerbread man" He ends up laughing and nodding "Yes that is who it is. Doesn't it look great!"

It had black icing for the hair and a face with a huge smile because that's all Jack ever seen of his father. He knew his father was a happy man. Of course he had seen his father upset, sad and all other emotions but happiness and laughter is how Jack sees him and it made your heart ache from the amount of love you felt for the both of them. "It looks fantastic Jack"

The two of you continued to decorate the cookies and by the time that Aaron got there the both of you were singing along to the music that you barely noticed him. He had time to take a few photos of the both of you before you noticed. Jack is the first one to run up to him and hug his father while you stay back. Then when he makes his way to you, you place a kiss to his lips.

Jack makes a disgusted sound and it causes the both of you to laugh and then when Aaron looks at the cookies he sees the one that looks like Aaron and he looks at Jack "did you make that" When he nods Aaron smiles "it looks really good. In fact I might just have to eat it first" He grabs it and takes a bite and he nods letting you know its good.

"go get into some comfortable clothes we are going to decorate the tree and watch a Christmas movie" He laughs as you practically shoo him out of the kitchen.

When he leaves to go to the bedroom you clean everything up and place the cookies on a plate so that they can be eaten throughout the night.

Then when it is time to decorate the tree, the three of you have it lit up with colorful lights and decorations and then its the hassle of putting up the star on the top so when jack gets the star out he goes to his dad and he lifts him up as he places it on the tree.

After that's all finished you put on the the Grinch because its your favorite and also Jack loves it too. The both of you mouth some of the lines to each other and laugh while Aaron just looks at his family in complete adoration and halfway throughout the movie the three of you are asleep in the same bed. Jack in between the both of you curled up.