#aaron hotchner x autistic!fem!reader

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Faking It (Hotch x Autistic!Fem!Reader) -- one shot

Just a self-indulgent, fluffy-goodness fic <3

Warnings: some sprinkles of angst, many mentions of masking as an autistic person, one bed trope, lots of fluff

WC: little over 7k

You’re good at pretending. It’s remarkable, really, the way you can be someone else. It’s a survival tactic, you think, or at least, it’s the best way you can describe it.

Instead of using the word “autism,” or “autistic,” both words that scare people away or invite them to take advantage of you, you fake it. You fake normalcy, neurotypical behaviors, anything. You blend in.

You blend in so well that not even a team of FBI profilers can tell you’re wearing a mask. The only one who can kind of tell is Dr. Reid, and that’s purely because his brain is the same as yours.

Everyone on the team suspects or has suspected at one time that Reid is on the spectrum, but they never suspect you. Because you’re a woman. And women can’t be autistic.

Or, at least, that’s what your mom always said to you.

Obviously, that came from her own place of ignorance and stigma, but it stuck with you. So much so that you never sought an official diagnosis. Tests online and your therapist of a few years agree wholeheartedly that you are autistic, but that means nothing. Those aren’t an official diagnosis that goes on your record for your boss to see.

You can’t imagine a world where everyone knows, least of all Aaron— or Hotch, as you’re supposed to call him. He is your boss, after all.

On top of being your boss, though, he’s…a prospective romantic partner? You have no idea what to label these things.

The facts are that the two of you separately get coffee at the same café, at the same time every Saturday morning. So, you see each other there, and start sitting and talking, too.

It’s been a few months of this, and truthfully, you don’t know what to make of it. Someone neurotypical would know, for sure, but you’re fighting a losing battle here. If he wasn’t your boss, this kind of social situation would be easier to dissect.

Multiple Saturdays of “running into” one another followed by talking for an hour or so would equal a date, or a date equivalent, especially after so many times. Right?

Maybe not, you think. He hasn’t bought your coffee once. You never text and plan to meet there, it’s always happenstance, therefore you never arrive or leave together. Aren’t these key factors for a romantic date?

You exhaust yourself, going in circles like this. This isn’t the first or second (or even third) time that you’ve tried to analyze your Saturdays with Hotch. You always come back to the same conclusion: he knows you’re new, he knows you have no friends in town, he happens to be there when you are, so he decides to engage in conversation. Perfectly normal, friendly conversation. Nothing to freak out over or giggle about like a schoolgirl.

Still, your heart forgets itself and beats rapidly when Aaron enters the coffee shop, as if this is anything new. As if he doesn’t do this every weekend.

“Hi,” Aaron says. “How are you?”

“Good,” you reply, smiling softly. “How are you?”

“Good,” he nods. He’s in a suit, minus the tie. A slight change for him. “I ran three miles this morning.”

“Three?” you echo.

“Yes,” he chuckles. “I was a bit slower than last time, but I’ll blame it on jet lag.”

You laugh like he does. “Sure, blame the jet.”

“Are you getting your usual?” he asks, switching subjects. He always asks this and you’re not sure why. Your order hasn’t changed once.

“Yeah,” you reply. “Black coffee for you?” His order doesn’t change either. It’s weirdly soothing to you.

“You know me so well,” he smiles. “I might branch out today.”

“How so?”

“Medium roast instead of dark.”

You hum. “Big changes.”

He’s still smiling, but he does look at you strangely. It’s different than you’ve ever seen before. You’re getting better at reading his expressions, finally, but this one is new.

When he steps up to order, he goes off script and orders your drink first. On his tab. He orders for you.

“Wait,” you step forward, nudging his arm. “What are you—”

“That’s all,” he says to the barista. She reads the total back and it’s enough for two coffees. He swipes his card before you can stop him. “Thanks.”

He steps aside to the pickup area, dragging you with him because he’s like a magnet. You’re always following him, even on cases, you gravitate toward him. It’s partially his fault. He always pairs you with him when he splits the team up. If he didn’t do that, you wouldn’t be so inclined to be by his side.

“Why did you do that?” you ask.

And apparently it sounded aggressive, because Aaron’s response is, “Oh. I should’ve asked. I didn’t mean to upset you, I just wanted to— as a nice gesture.”

Gesture for what? “Oh! No, I’m not upset. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“I should’ve asked,” he says again. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say, relaxing. “Thank you for buying. I’ll get yours next time.”

He doesn’t really reply, just gives you another weird look that you can’t place or name.

When the barista calls out your order, this time it’s under Aaron’s name. He grabs both cups and hands yours off to you with a smile.

You sit down at the same table as always, in the far right corner. The sun is warm today and if you were alone, you’d curl up into yourself. But you’re with Aaron, so you settle for crossing one leg over the other.

“What are you up to today?” he asks, like always.

“Just some chores around my apartment,” you reply, like always. Saturdays, if you’re home, are your day for chores. Laundry, vacuuming, cleaning out the fridge, planning your breakfasts and lunches for the week. “How about you?”

He always does something different. Today he says he’s going to pick up Jack. “He spent the night with Jess so I could get up early today and practice for the triathlon.”

“Right,” you remember. “That’s in two weeks, right?”

“Good memory,” he says, which means yes, it is.

“Are you ready?”

“I think so,” he says. “Are you planning to come?”

“I won’t be competing, but yeah,” you smile. “I might come.” It’ll depend on how you’re feeling. And it’s on a Saturday, so that’ll ruin your normal Saturday plans. You do have enough notice to prepare yourself, but sometimes that doesn’t matter at all.

“I’d like you to,” Aaron says.

You tilt your head. “To compete?”

“No, to watch,” he says, smiling back at you, unfazed by your confusion. “I’ll do better knowing you’re there cheering me on.”

“That’s—” you stop yourself from making a foolish comment about how that isn’t how those things work. He’s being nice. You should compliment that. “Thank you,” you say, but it doesn’t feel like the right answer. “I’ll try to make it.”

“It isn’t required,” he says, doing what sounds like backtracking. “No pressure.”

“No, I know,” you say. “I usually just do chores on Saturdays, but I’ll try to come, really.” Your explanation sounds almost as ridiculous as you feel. You could’ve just said you’d be there, without needing to go through all of this.

“I understand,” he says, and you think he might, but you know he doesn’t, not really.

+++

You see Hotch again later that afternoon because a new case comes in just an hour after you two parted ways outside the coffee shop.

“Long time no see,” he says to you when he walks into the conference room.

You smile and nod, belatedly understanding what he means and glad you restrained yourself from saying Not really, we just saw each other an hour ago.

Morgan, somehow, picks up on everything that isn’t said. “What were you two doing?”

“Drinking coffee,” you reply. “Why?”

Morgan makes a face of confusion (you think) and moves on, so you do, too. JJ enters with Penelope and Emily, very typical of them. They’ve tried to invite you out to do things on off days, but they always go against your routine. Meeting Hotch for coffee has been pure luck, that his schedule always perfectly lines up with yours.

Reid comes strolling in a moment later with a book, and Rossi is behind him in a bow tie that he’s already undoing.

“Sorry to ruin everyone’s weekend plans,” Hotch says, eyeing you in particular, which confuses you, because he knows your only plans were chores. “But we’ve been called to North Carolina.”

Garcia takes over, putting her back to the screen as she shows photos and information on the case. She clicks the remote over her shoulder, grimacing at certain details.

You’re quieter than usual, something Hotch picks up on. It’s nothing to worry about. You’re feeling slightly nonverbal, but you’ll force yourself out of it in a second, or on the jet when the team begins building a preliminary profile. Right now, though, you just need to soak in the facts, which you do best when you are left to quietly process.

On the jet, though, it’s harder than usual to get yourself to talk.

Your sentences come out clipped and flat, and you try to stay as quiet as possible without raising any suspicions. The last thing you want is to start spewing words without being able to stop. Reid does that a lot, but they find it endearing when it’s him. You don’t know what they’d think of you.

It’s hard to not cause suspicion, though, when Hotch keeps such a watchful eye on you.

He’s always done that, but for some reason it feels different today. The entirety of today has felt different.

Oh. Today has differed from its normal path.

Knowing what has you feeling the way you are doesn’t take the feeling away, but it does give clarity, and that you like. Even if it’s frustrating. Today hasn’t even been drastically different, yet you’re unable to speak and behave like a normal human being.

Hotch pairs you with him to set up shop at the local police precinct, so that, at least, is the same.

+++

In the precinct, Hotch has you setting up their conference room for the team. You grab the white board and begin writing down the different victims’ names and general information that you can remember off the top of your head. Photos of their faces are rolling out of the printer next to you, but otherwise, it’s quiet.

Slowly, you feel yourself coming back to your body. You pin the pictures up with little magnets.

By the time Hotch joins you in the room, you’re able to talk again. He’s glad to hear your voice and what you’ve concluded just from spending some time alone.

This isn’t the first time Hotch has done something like this. There’s a reason he always puts you with him — well, a few reasons.

One being he happens to like being in your presence. He likes being around you, therefore, when he can help it, he’d like you to be near him.

On the other hand, he does know that you need more time alone than others. It’s something he’s gathered about you just from working with you for these few months.

You have noticed he does this, but you don’t know that he does it for you, because he knows this is what you need, yet you won’t ask for it. He can’t always allow it or fit it into the schedule of things, but when he can, he makes sure of it.

+++

Divvying up hotel rooms later ends with you bunking with Hotch, somehow. You don’t exactly know how it ended up this way, but you don’t argue. You try never to argue.

It, at least, is a room with two beds.

Or it’s supposed to be.

“We might’ve gotten Dave’s room,” Aaron says, eyebrows furrowed upon entering. “Let me call him.”

You sit on the edge of the bed, exhausted from the day and quiet again. You listen to Aaron talk on the phone with Rossi, but something is wrong.

“Dave’s room also has one bed,” Aaron says after hanging up. “I can call the front desk and see if they have an extra room—”

“They’re booked,” you say.

The only reason you know is because you Googled the hotel on the way over, wanting to be at least a little familiar with it before walking in. And to get a sense of the rooms, what you could expect. In bright letters across their website, it said they’re booked. A conference and sports events in the city this weekend have their rooms filled to the brim.

Hotch doesn’t know how you know they’re booked up, and he gives you yet another weird look, except you know this one. It’s confusion.

“We can share a bed,” you blurt. “I don’t mind.” You’re too exhausted to mind. You’d fall asleep on the floor if you could. You might.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his finger hovering over his phone screen, ready to dial the hotel’s front desk.

“Yes,” you nod firmly, sealing the proclamation. “I’m sure.” You can feel your mask slipping little by little, your answers bordering on too blunt, too monotone.

“Okay,” Aaron says, conceding. He puts his phone away. “Would you… What do you normally do?”

You blink. “What do you mean?”

“Do you want to shower first?” he tries again, prompting you this time. “Or…?”

“Oh!” So that’s what he meant. “You can shower first.”

“Alright,” he says, smiling a little. “I’ll be quick.”

“No rush,” you shrug.

He takes his bag with him into the bathroom, shutting the door and clicking the lock. When the water turns on, you feel your shoulders relax. With him behind a separate door, you can take the mask off.

You can’t resist temptation, so you slide down to the floor, lying flat on your back. You bend your knees, hearing your hips and spine pop. You close your eyes, stretch your arms out by your sides, palms facing the carpet.

Your mother would scold you for this. Say something about the dirty floor. How ridiculous you look. How you should get up, stop acting that way. Put some inflection in your voice, stop acting like a robot.

But she isn’t here, and for just a moment, you’re alone.

Until you’re too far zoned out to realize Aaron has turned off the water and is stepping out of the bathroom.

“Are you okay?”

His voice startles you upright, eyes springing open to see him standing there in a white t-shirt and sleep shorts, his hair wet and still dripping onto his shoulders.

Like when he enters the coffee shop, your heart begins beating.

“Y-Yeah,” you say, nodding slowly. “I was just laying down.”

“The bed’s right there, you know,” he says, turning to set his bag down on the small bench, right next to yours. He looks back at you and he’s grinning. “You’re not sleeping on the floor, are you?”

“No! I mean— It is comfortable, but—”

“It’s bad for your back,” he says, eyebrows furrowed again. “At least let’s make a pallet with some blankets.”

“No, it’s okay,” you say, smiling, because he didn’t question you, just suggested a modification. It’s almost enough for you to take him up on his offer. “Thanks though.”

“Sure,” he chuckles. “Want some help up?” he asks, holding out his hand.

You take his hand and let him pull you up with ease. You barely do any of the work. And you forget to let go of his hand, until he lets go of yours, which happens just a few moments after it probably should’ve.

“What side of the bed do you want?” he asks.

It takes you a moment to answer because you’ve never exactly shared a bed with someone. You’ve always taken the couch, or the floor. But you keep to the right side in your bed at home, so that’s what you say.

“Perfect,” Aaron says, smiling. “I always take the left.”

“Cool,” you say, glad that worked out easily. “I’m gonna go shower.”

“Oh, yeah,” he steps aside so you can grab your bag and go into the bathroom.

You shower fairly quickly and go through your nightly routine of self-care and basic hygiene.

By the time you go back into the hotel room, Aaron is in bed, but sitting up with his laptop in his lap. He’s typing and looks preoccupied, so you don’t say anything. You just quietly put your things away and crawl into the bed next to him, underneath the covers.

You glance at his computer and see he’s answering emails, but then he closes the lid. You close your eyes, not wanting him to think you were watching him.

The bed dips as he settles down, and the room is covered in darkness as he shuts off the light. The sheets rustle as he tries to get comfortable, and his legs knock into yours.

“Shit,” he whispers. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you laugh.  

“Did I wake you up?”

“I do not fall asleep that fast,” you say, your eyes searching for his face in the dark, but finding nothing. It’s surprisingly pitch black in here.

“Okay, good,” he says. He stretches and his legs hit yours again. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say again, giggling. “You’re too big for these beds.”

“Tell me about it,” he grumbles. “Most nights my feet are almost off the edge.”

“Damn,” you murmur. You always sleep curled in on yourself, so you never have that issue. “That’s what you get for being tall.”

The comment slips out before you can stop it, but thankfully, Aaron laughs. “Yeah, you’re right. This is what I get.”

You let out another soft laugh and curl your body, trying to sleep diagonally. It’s the most comfortable, but it’s harder with someone else in the bed.

“Are you cold?” he asks. He can tell you’ve curled into a ball.

“No,” you murmur, sheepish. “I just sleep like I am.” That makes no sense. You’re getting too tired to keep it up. You yawn.

“Sorry, I’ll shut up,” he whispers. “Good night.”

“Night,” you reply softly.

It doesn’t take long for Aaron to fall asleep, or at least, it takes a much shorter time than you. You’ve always struggled with insomnia before you even realized that it had a name. You like a controlled sleeping environment and hotels are the complete opposite.

The fire alarm on the ceiling has a bright red light that flashes every three seconds. The wi-fi router has a pale white light that is constant. The air conditioning unit cuts on and off periodically, though you wish it would stay on. These covers are scratchy, the pillow isn’t firm enough, and to top it all off, there’s someone in bed with you.

Strangely, Aaron being there doesn’t bother you as much as everything else. You know he’s a light sleeper, so you’re trying your best not to move, and that’s the most frustrating part. Normally you’d toss and turn. But you don’t want to wake him.

You tap your phone to see how much time has passed, grimacing when you see it’s already well past one in the morning. The team agreed to meet downstairs at 7:30.

Aaron rolls over and you freeze, holding your breath.

He sees the light from your phone and opens his groggy eyes, lifting his head. “Are you still awake?”

You turn your head toward him. “Yeah…”

“Can’t sleep?” His voice is deep, thick with dreams.

“Yeah,” you say again, unsure of if he’s actually awake and will remember any of this. “I have a hard time most nights.” More like every night. But every night sounds like too much of a problem.

“‘m sorry,” he says, cut off by a yawn. “Can I help?”

You wish you could say yes, but you don’t know of anything that can help it. You’ve tried everything. What works is just riding it out.

“Not really,” you murmur. “Thank you though.”

“Of course,” he says, softly. He stretches and his hand searches for you. “Why are you so far away?”

“What?” you laugh quietly. Maybe he isn’t fully awake.

“Come closer,” he says, lightly touching your shoulder. “Don’t want you to fall off.”

“I’m not going to fall off, Aaron,” you say, but you scoot a little closer anyway. “Is that better?”

He says nothing, but you hear rustling, like he nodded into his pillow. His fingers are still resting on your shoulder. He stretches his arm again and it cascades over your body, like a safety rail from the edge of the bed.

“Better now,” he says, already falling back asleep.

“Okay,” you concede, not knowing he was like this in his sleepiest hours. “Good night.”

He mumbles something into his pillow that you can’t decipher. You try to fall asleep again, this time with the weight of his arm over you, and it works. It works like a charm.

+++

By the time Aaron’s first alarm goes off at 6:30, there is barely an inch of space between the two of you. He remembers how sleep deprived he was, how easily he drifted off, and then, with some horror, how he wrapped his arm around you.

What must you think of him, your boss, sharing a bed with you because there were no other options, and instead of keeping his hands to himself, he resorted to pulling you into him in his sleep?

He goes to move now, but can’t, because you have curled into him so tightly, and are sleeping so soundly, that he doesn’t have it in him to disturb you.

He decides he can snooze his alarms for a bit longer. He’s never late, but if it means letting you sleep so the dark circles under your eyes can soften, then he’ll be late.

You wake with his 6:50 alarm, though, stirring gently and burying your face into his chest, thinking it is your pillow. It’s the smell that tips you off, because Aaron smells nothing like hotel detergent.

You open your eyes to his t-shirt, and then you close them again, thinking, this cannot be real, I cannot be cuddled up to my boss’ chest right now, please let me die.

Aaron shifts a little, but makes no move to get up. Instead, he says, “Are you awake? It’s almost seven.”

There’s no getting out of it now, so you lift your head, offering a sheepish smile, trying not to think about how close his face is to yours right now. “Sorry.”

“Me too,” he says.

“What are you sorry for?” you inch back from him. “I’m the one holding onto you like a koala.” But you don’t move because it’s cold in the room and he runs like a furnace.

“I’m the one who started it,” he counters.

Oh, so he does remember. “You were half-asleep.”

“I was still conscious,” he argues. “I apparently was worried about you hitting the floor.”

“It was funny,” you laugh. And cute, but you can’t say that.

“I’m glad it was entertaining,” he says. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did, actually,” you murmur, smiling. “It was nice — your arm. I mean, your arm is nice, but I meant— I didn’t mind it being around me, to keep me from falling. It was nice.”

Aaron listens far more intently than he has to. “I’m glad,” he says. “I didn’t know if it was crossing a line, or—”

“I mean, kind of, but not in a bad way.”

He raises his eyebrows.

“I meant—” It’s too early. You’re not awake enough yet to be talking about this. You’re not masking at all, and it’s like your body isn’t even trying to. “We’re— You’re my boss, so I think us sharing a bed crosses some sort of line, right? On top of then cuddling, like right now, but it’s not bad. It doesn’t feel bad. What I’m trying to say is I don’t mind, I liked it. Even if it, you know, crosses a line.”

“Okay,” he nods. “I feel the same, you just took the words right out of my mouth.”

“Okay,” you echo, feeling like you’ve just run three miles. “Good. I’m glad we…settled that.”

“Me too,” he says, smiling gently. His alarm starts going off again. 7:00. “We should probably get up.”

“Yeah…” you laugh, already unfurling yourself.

+++

You and Hotch are the second to last ones downstairs, beating Morgan and Reid by only a couple of minutes. Apparently Reid kept getting distracted and it looks like he didn’t sleep much.

You’re normally in the same boat. When you aren’t rooming with Hotch.

The team grabs some coffee and breakfast muffins, splitting up into the SUVs to head to the precinct. You’re in the front seat next to Hotch, with Reid and JJ in the backseat.

“Y/N, would you mind coming with me to talk to some of the family? Reid bailed on me,” JJ says.

You turn around to look at them both, as Reid starts to argue. “I did not bail on you! I just told you I need to finish going through the suspect files this morning so we can narrow them down. Do you want to read a hundred files in two hours?”

JJ gives you a look and you laugh. “Sure, I’ll come with you.”

“Thanks,” she smiles.

You turn back around to the front and glance at Hotch who is already turning his head to look at you. He smiles softly and you do, too, able to understand, for once, what he’s saying. That it’s good you’re joining JJ in the field today.

You have to admit, it’ll feel weird being with her instead of Hotch. You’ve only ever been with JJ when you joined her and Emily on one of the very first cases you worked with the BAU. Before Hotch started picking you every time to be by his side.

+++

While on the way to speak to the families, JJ asks you how it was last night, rooming with Hotch.

“Emily and I can squeeze you into our room if you need,” JJ says.

“Why?” you ask, keeping your eyes on the road, even though you aren’t driving.

She shrugs. “We figured he’d be a nightmare to room with.”

“Why?” you ask again. “He’s not.”

“He’s not?” JJ says, raising her eyebrows. “That’s a shocker.”

“We just showered and went to sleep,” you shrug your shoulders. “Why would you think he’d be a nightmare?”

“You know how strict he is,” she explains, but that answer tells you nothing because you like strictness. You like structure, routine, everything having its place and time and neatly fitting into those spaces.

“Oh, right,” you say, trying to act like that made sense to you. “No, he wasn’t that way. We just did our own things.”

“Hm,” JJ nods. “That’s good, then.” She pauses. “So, you’re gonna be rooming with him from now on then, huh?”

“I don’t know,” you laugh. You wouldn’t mind it.

+++

Miraculously, the case is solved the next day, and the team heads home back to Quantico.

You and Hotch cuddled (if that’s what you’re calling it) again last night, and sat together on the jet for the ride home. Neither of you mention cuddling again, and you avoid another rambling mess about it, too.

But on the second day back in Quantico, you’re driving yourself insane.

With the Saturday coffee “dates,” it was easy to brush off. Happenstance. Nothing more.

Rooming together. Not your fault or his. The hotel was simply booked. Conferences and sports events are out of your control.

But cuddling? Two nights in a row? What is that supposed to mean, if anything? What are you supposed to make of it?

It’s the middle of the week, so you can’t exactly wait for a Saturday coffee to analyze his behavior then. Instead, you go over how he’s acted since you’ve been back, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. He’s been painfully the same as always.

So, while the rest of the team goes out to lunch, you march up to Hotch’s office and knock on the door.

“Come in,” he calls from inside, not looking up from the papers on his desk. But when the door flies open and he can tell it’s you from your perfume, he stops what he is doing. “Hey, what can I help you with?”

“What are we doing?” you blurt.

He furrows his eyebrows. “I’m sorry?”

You shut his door, and then you continue, words spilling from your lips wildly. “We always get coffee on Saturdays — you bought my coffee last time — then we room together and we cuddle twice, and neither of us minded it, but we didn’t really talk about it anymore, so. What are we doing?”

He caps his pen. “We— Why don’t you sit?”

“No, I need to stand.”

“Okay,” he says, moving past it. “I bought your coffee as a nice gesture—”

“You said that.”

“Because I like you.”

Oh. “Wait.” Oh. “Like…as in…?”

He smiles, not mocking you. “As in, I like you, which is why I go to that café every Saturday, and why I put my arm around you — in my sleep, nonetheless…”

“Wait. I thought you went to that café anyway?” you sit down now, in the chair across from him, feeling your muscles relax.

“I went one Saturday, and that’s when I ran into you,” he says. “I went back the next Saturday hoping you’d be there, and you were, so then I just…kept going.”

“So you were coming for me?” He was coming every Saturday for you. That’s it. He was fitting himself into your routine without question. For you.

“Exactly,” he says. “Took me long enough to buy you a coffee, though. I kept chickening out. It’s been a while since I’ve,” he pauses, waving his hand, “dated anyone.”

Your eyes go wide. “Have we been dating this whole time?”

“No, no,” he laughs. “I’ve wanted to ask, but like I said I’m just…out of practice.”

“And I’m clueless,” you mutter. This whole time you’ve been convincing yourself that it wasn’t this. That there was no way. That if it was true, he would’ve said something, been blunt like you, blurted it out already.

“You’re not clueless,” Aaron says softly, meaning it.

“No, I am, I’m—” you stop yourself from saying it, but it wants to come out, it’s fighting for an escape. You can’t keep this from him if he likes you. That’s not fair to him, to not know the full truth about you. He’ll keep it a secret, you think. He’ll probably say you aren’t autistic, ask you why you think that you are, or something else. At the very least, he’ll retract his romantic confession.

You don’t want him to do that. But your burning need to tell the truth wins in the end, and you blurt it out.

“I’m autistic.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, silence surrounding them. You prepare yourself for what is to inevitably come next. The disbelief. The “But you’re so…normal.” The “I never would’ve known!” The “Really?” The “Are you sure you know what that means?” The “I’ve met autistic people; you’re not autistic.”

But that’s not what you get.

“I know,” Aaron says.

“What?” This is almost even more horrifying.

“I pieced a few things together,” he says, but he’s smiling. “You really think a profiler wouldn’t be able to tell?”

You sit back in the chair. “I thought I was doing a good job at hiding it.”

“You are,” he says. “That was the first sign.”

You scoff, feeling irritated, maybe, you aren’t sure why. If he knew, why didn’t he say anything? Is it better that he didn’t?

“I don’t understand it because I don’t experience it, so I can’t tell you what to do, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide.”

“I know I don’t have to, it’s just easier. Especially here, at work, and in the field.”

“Okay,” he says, not pushing the matter. “But… I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide...around me.”

You understand the sentiment, but it isn’t that easy. “It’s not something I can just switch off. I’ve trained myself to be like this.”

“That’s okay, I just wanted to throw it out there,” he says. “Just so you know. You don’t have to pretend around me.”

“Okay,” you murmur. “Thank you.”

He fiddles with the pen in his hand for a moment. “Can I say something else?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“I didn’t want to come on too strong, too soon, so that’s why I’ve waited, but I had planned to ask you, officially, on Saturday.”

You grimace. “I’m sorry. I totally ruined it.”

“You didn’t ruin it,” he says. “Since we’re talking about it, um, would you like to get coffee on Saturday — as a date?”

“As a date?” you echo. “Same place?”

“Same place, same time, same table,” he lists.

“And you’ll buy my coffee?”

“If you’ll let me, yes.”

“I will,” you nod. “And I won’t freak out about it.”

He laughs. “Alright.”

“So it’s a date.”

“It is a date,” he says, clarifying once more. His eyes barely glance to the side, out into the bullpen, where the team has returned with food, and are looking for you. “They’re back.”

You stand up and he does, too, gesturing for you to go ahead.

When you step out of Hotch’s office, all of the teams’ eyes are on you. You try to ignore this fact as you bounce down the stairs, asking what they brought back for lunch. They do this often, bringing you something back even after you tell them not to.

“Chinese,” Morgan says, handing you a carton of fried rice. “What were you two talking about?”

“I just had a question about the last case,” you shrug, looking for chopsticks, which JJ hands to you. “Why?”

“Just wondering,” Morgan shrugs, leaving it alone.

Everyone eats at their desks and Rossi takes some food up to Hotch who still works diligently at his desk. You don’t know that you’ve ever seen Hotch take a break from work to eat. He always does the two simultaneously.

If they said anything worth hearing, Reid would say so, but this time he has his head buried in a book. Odd, because just a second ago he was watching Rossi and Hotch talk.

+++

When Saturday rolls around, you try not to overthink things, like your outfit. You do find yourself putting more effort than usual into it, but you refuse to admit that to yourself.

Aaron is already standing in line when you walk inside, though he hasn’t ordered yet, thankfully. Because you like hearing him recite your order, that he knows it well enough to call it your “usual” with no other specific details.

He does just that and pays, this time without any protests from you. You stand a little closer to him than you probably would have before, but neither of you mention it.

You sit at the same table as always, and you talk about anything and everything, like always.

In your mind, there was a clear picture of how dating should go. Friends first, then dates, then a relationship. But the switch from friends to dating should feel completely different. In your mind.

In reality, it isn’t that different at all. The differences are subtle. They’re natural.

Like when you laugh at something Aaron said, and your hand reaches across the table toward him and stays there. And a moment later, he covers your hand with his, gently cupping his fingers underneath your palm, a delicate touch. This would not have happened before. But you love that it is happening now.

Or when Aaron walks you to your car, because he does that now, because you have chores to get to and he has to pick Jack up from a sleepover. And he holds your hand as he walks you, he makes sure to open your door, and he kisses you on your cheek goodbye.

The changes are small, but things that you’ve wanted without fully realizing. They’re here and they feel right.

+++

The first time Aaron kisses you — really kisses you on the mouth, it’s after you’ve had dinner at your place, and you’ve had a very…inopportune conversation about kissing.

“It’s just— It’s weird.”

Aaron laughs loudly. He’s not mocking you, you know this, but you still feel stupid and ridiculous and like your boyfriend isn’t taking you seriously.

You’re putting up dishes because you needed something to do with your hands the second this conversation started. “Like just thinking about it. Just think about it. Mouths on mouths and spit and— It’s weird. Don’t even get me started on French kissing.”

More laughter, but you’re not laughing. If you were masking, you would be laughing with him. But it’s been easier to let the mask fall down when you’re around him, and once it’s gone, it’s really hard putting it back up.

“I’m sorry,” he finally says, leaning against the counter next to you, gazing over at you. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, I think it’s just the way you’re describing it. It makes sense why it would feel weird when you think of it in that way.”

“But I know it’s not weird,” you grumble, putting away a mug. “I know it’s a thing people do.”

“It is a thing people do, but it doesn’t have to be a thing we do.”

You deflate. “Don’t you want to?”

“Of course,” he says gently, “but I’m not going to force it on you.”

“You wouldn’t be, though. I want to.”

“You don’t need to say that just because I said I want to.”

“No, no, I’m not, I really want to— that’s what frustrates me about it. I want to, I want to kiss you, I just want my brain to stop getting in the way and thinking it’s weird just because it’s new and something I haven’t done in a while, let alone with you, with someone new, someone I really like, and I—”

Aaron does what might’ve been the best possible scenario for you. And that is to kiss you to get you to stop talking.

It’s brief, mainly a peck, just enough to get you to calm down, or at least get off that train of thought. And it works.

“That okay?” he asks quietly. He’s so close now. He crossed the space between you in mere seconds, you didn’t even notice, and then he’s here, kissing you, and asking if it’s okay. As if it could be anything but.

“Yeah,” you nod, smiling because it didn’t feel weird, it felt amazing. “More?”

He smiles too, and leans down to kiss you more. More and more and more, his hand cradling your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin lightly. He doesn’t try to add tongue, but he doesn’t need to. His lips alone leave you breathless, coupled with the way his other hand has traveled to your waist.

There, against the kitchen counter, he kisses you more. Down your jawline and across your neck. Your heart beats the way she always does when Aaron is around. Her own specific rhythm, just for his presence.

Like teenagers, the two of you make out against your kitchen counter for what feels like ages, but it’s only one hour. It’s not nearly long enough.

So, you move to the couch where you can sit. Because standing is hard when he makes your knees weak. And you want to lay down, you want to feel as at ease as possible, so the only sensations you can focus on, the only sensory input you feel, is Aaron.

+++

The team doesn’t know about your relationship with Aaron, and the two of you have decided not to tell them. They’ll find out whenever they come to the conclusion themselves. When that will be is up to them.

You thought they’d notice something unnoticeable to you, like a change in how you look at Aaron, or how he looks at you. Or how either of you speak to the other. Something only non-autistic people can identify.

But they never say anything.

Two weeks pass and the triathlon is here. The whole team is there to cheer Aaron on, and Jack sits on Rossi’s shoulders.

You spent the night at Aaron’s place, helped him get ready this morning, drove over here with him. When Rossi arrived and saw Aaron kissing your cheek while Jack hugged his leg, Dave knew his suspicions had been correct.

For the rest of the team, namely the girls who are incredibly hungover, they have no idea.

It isn’t until Aaron crosses the finish line and runs to meet you that they know.

Jack hugs his dad’s legs, makes a comment about him being sweaty and then latches onto your legs instead. All while Aaron wraps his arm around your shoulders, and presses a kiss to your temple.

“I’m proud of you,” you say, looking up at him. “You looked good. Did you see Jack’s sign?”

“I did,” Aaron nods, reaching down to ruffle his son’s hair. “It was a nice surprise, thank you buddy.”

“He worked on it all morning with Dave,” you confess, and Jack starts telling his dad all the secrets, that Dave brought the markers and poster.

The team stands back a little, whispering to each other and sharing knowing looks. Of all the things they had guessed, they really didn’t think it was this, that they’d see you and Hotch like this.

But they’re happy, because he looks happier than he’s been in years. And you look different, too, more yourself, for a reason they can’t quite place, but that they’ll know soon enough, when you have the courage to let the mask fall away.

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BAU autism headcannons

(GIF NOT MINE)

(male reader)

CW: possible swearing, mentions of meltdowns and overstimulation, lemme know if theres anything else!

A/N: sry i havent rly posted in a while, i started a school recently and its been a rly big change for me so ive just been emotionally/mentally exhausted like all the time, but i dont wanna abandon u guys so i decided i would get something up, even if its not super good, thanks for y’all’s understanding <3

i think both JJ and Emily would become sort of mothers to reader

(not that they werent already mothers to the rest of the team but reader especially)

like JJ would totally have a motherly instinct for readers needs (like a sort of spider sense)

like if your ever nervous about something being too much or being overwhelming, jj would kinds know this and either make arrangements for accommodations or make sure you know you dont have to go if you want to.

and like she definitely wold put herself in charge of keeping your safe foods stashed on the jet and at the office

emily is more of a mother in a protective way than jj is

like this girl will not hesitate at all to go off on someone for maybe being disrespected to about stimming your chair while thinking

or like if you dont want to shake a police officers hand when your being introduced, and you get dirty/weird looks for it, or anyone comments on it? BOOM this girl will stare at them with so much animosity they’ll be scared of her shes so hot oml

anyways i thinks he team would be super accepting of you, especially if you joined after reid like they would already have some experience with autism

and like if you weren’t ent comfortable telling anyone other than hotch(i feel like it would be like a in ur file thing idk how the government works tho) spencer would defo be able to tell and confront u privately abt it (our respectful king <3)

and if you are comfortable telling the team, everyone would be respectful

i think like rossi/gideon would be a little clueless but like trying their hardest

like rossi would have no idea what stimming is but understands that like you move in certain ways or make certain noises when ur excited

and like with all his money he wouldnt hesitate to spoil u with any fidget toy u need/want or like a rly nice weighted blanket (its insane how expensive those things are)

and like gideon despite his profound understanding of others (hope yall got that ;)) he wouldn’ t get why sometimes you dont feel like/cant talk but totally respects it

omg garcia is our autism ally QUEEN im telling you

always has a big basket of fidgets/stim toys sitting on her desk and when your having a rough day shell leave you a little goodie in a brightly colored and decorated bag

i firmly believe that she is the queen at finding brands with clothes that not only fits your style perfectly but is also sensory friendly

i think she would definitely say that if she never ended up working in the FBI she wouldve started a clothing shop for sensory friendly clothing/accessories

spencer would totallllyyyy be your best friend when it comes to being under-stimulated

he will totally info dump on you and vice-versa

spencer (like penlope) would totally recommend clothing brands that are sensory friendly, but sock brands in particular

and everyone makes fun of you for nerding out over everything

also spencer would definitely get in the habit of grabbing your hands in his when you start to pick a t your nails and cuticles

like he didnt even realize what he was doing the first time but now he does it without thinking about it and for the team its normal

“hey,” and he would gently grab your hands to stop you from picking at them

“sorry..”

”youve nothing to be sorry for” (with that little reid smile oml rf[osifjgturhv)

and i also firmly believe that morgan is the best people to go to if your having a meltdown

he would stop you from harmfully stimming

“hey sugar, unclench those pretty little hands for me. there we go… good job kid.” he would have the softest smile and voice

and when he takes your hands to stop you from hitting yourself his grip is rly firm but gentle

but hotch is the best to go to for when your overstimulated

like he would make sure you know his office is always a quiet place you can go to with out questions

and he would secretly have a stash of like stimm toys in his office that he stole from garcia

his couch is always open to you, especially like late at night if you are really tired his fatherly instincts will kick in and force you to come to his office for a break

he would would hand you and blanket and a stim toy

”sit. sleep”

thats all he would say in his cute little stern but actually caring voice <3

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⸻ 🗯️ 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀.

❛ 𝖺𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 ❜.

Aaron Hotchner in a relationship with an asperger girl.

❪English is not my native language, an apology for any grammatical or spelling errors.❫.

▬▬▬ Aaron knew about asperger's syndrome, it is something that as particular as it sounds, it is among the different disorder he has seen throughout his career as a profiler, he could identify a person with this syndrome as he knew the characteristics that identified this condition.

▬▬▬ When he met you, he thought you were very sweet, but you proved to be too shy and somewhat awkward when talking, you didn't even look him in the eyes when conversing, you even found it difficult to understand some simple things that Hotch tried to convey, you didn't get it, he could notice the autistic spectrum characteristics in you.

▬▬▬▬ He loved you, he realized how much he liked you since he didn't want to profile you as he would do with anyone, he wanted to get to know you more and more, that you yourself gave him the confidence to know more about you.

▬▬▬▬ You were a little younger than him, very different from him in so many ways, he felt really nervous and scared to take you into his world, destroy you because of his chaotic work, and because of his little experience with asperger people, he only knew Reid and sometimes even didn't understand him.

▬▬▬▬ One night he spoke to Spencer as they were returning from a case, he thought talking it over with him would be best, he commented that he was meeting a girl with asperger's syndrome and wanted to know how to treat and understand her, Reid took the time to give him some facts about the condition and give him some advice, the most important was “Pay attention to the details.”

▬▬▬ Aaron understood it soon after, You had difficulties to understand nonverbal communication (gestures, facial expressions, tone of voice, etc.), You didn't understand jokes, jokes, metaphors or sarcasms, for you everything was for its literal meaning, your way of speaking and expressing yourself was so correct, technical and formal with a moderately childish tone of voice, that for people who didn't know you it could sound annoying and pedantic, but for Hotch it turned out to be simply cute on you.

▬▬▬▬ You were talking so passionately about your favorite things, explaining to Aaron even the smallest detail without being able to stop for a second, another characteristic of your condition, this man could listen to you talk for hours and hours and he wouldn't get tired, this helps him a lot to know you in depth.

▬▬▬▬ The first time you met Jack, Hotchner was scared that you couldn't relate well with him because of your poor social skills, but to his surprise, you were much better at striking up a conversation with a child than with an adult, you missed the real world just to play with his son as if you were just another child, an image that destroyed his heart was watching you and Jack playing in the little boy's room with all his toys on the floor after dinner, you were laughing and enjoying yourself like he had never seen you before.

▬▬▬▬ Your relationship was progressing very well, everything seemed to be going great, until one afternoon, Hotch decided to take Jack to the amusement park due to the little one's insistence to go, he decided to invite you to accompany them, which you happily accepted, Once in the park Jack and you were walking each one holding Aaron's hands. At first you watched with amusement the attractions with their lights and the people having fun, but it came to a point that the screams and laughter of the people were bothering you, they sounded so loud in your head that it began to upset you.

▬▬▬▬ The loud noises made you very anxious, you realized that there were many people around you and it made you uncomfortable, you felt a discomfort run through your chest as your throat felt clogged with the need to cry, you tried to pretend that nothing was wrong as you didn't want to ruin the moment with Aaron and Jack, but you were dating an expert profiler, indeed, you didn't even have to be one to notice that you didn't feel well at all.

▬▬▬▬ At the moment Hotch noticed it, he saw how you moved the fingers of your left hand similar to how you do when you are nervous, when he asked you what was happening you hesitated for a second, but with much sorrow you approached him whispering in his ear that you did not feel comfortable in that noisy place, everything got worse when a group of teenagers nearby began to scream and laugh scaring you so much that you covered your ears with your hands on the verge of tears, you seemed so helpless and weak that Aaron quickly took the determination to get you out of there.

▬▬▬▬ On the trip to drop you off at your house, the air conditioning in Aaron's car helped you calm down along with his hand, which rested on your leg silently giving you to understand that he was there for you at all times, but you felt extremely ashamed of yourself for reacting like that and ruining the night, Jack saw you worried without understanding why you had reacted like that in the park, he wanted to know if you were okay, but honestly you did not feel like talking about what happened.

▬▬▬▬ When leaving you at your home, Hotch noticed the instant relief that ran through your body to be in your comfort zone away from people and loud noise, you tried to apologize for ruining his night and making him feel sorry for taking you out of the park in that state, you thought that after today Aaron would not want to see you anymore, but he was totally sincere in his own way, he made it very clear that he was not upset with you and he was willing to help you in all your crises as many times as necessary, he was not going to abandon you for anything in the world, he could not leave without kissing your head in a careful and loving way, being this action one of the first signs of affection of the major towards you.

▬▬▬▬ That same night, he took Jack to bed to sleep as usual, but his son still worried about you asked his father why you had behaved that way, in the best possible way he explained to Jack your condition and some characteristics that you suffered from this, resolving doubts of the child, When he found out and understood what was happening, he bravely promised his father that he would protect you from all the bad things and help you to enjoy the world as he did, these words touched Aaron's heart, making him smile sweetly, thinking that his son was an angel and very intelligent.

▬▬▬▬ In the solitude of his room, Hotchner realized how difficult this disorder could be for you, what happened today in the park helped him to see that you needed a boost to move forward in your daily life, that you needed someone by your side to help you get ahead, and he would be that someone, he was really in love with you and would not let you go so easily, he would help you to be more independent and brave to face the world, but above all, to feel loved.

— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 —

‹ 15. 04. 2023 ›

credits for : @iamcxlleigh

¡Hola, gente! How are you? This is the first one I wrote about Hotch so I hope you liked it, I liked writing about him. 🤍 remember that my native language is not English so I'm sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

I found it very interesting to write about Aaron and an autistic character, respectively with this condition, I am an asperger's sufferer so I don't know.... Now it's my dream to have an Aaron Hotchner to take care of me. 😔

If you want to see more writings with this theme or any situation with Hotch, you can write to me !!

calleigh angelo ──── ‘lista maestra’

¡Nos vemos! 🗯️

#criminalminds #mentes criminales #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotch fluff #criminal minds x reader #bau x reader #i love you agent hotchner #aspergers #fem!reader #aaron hotchner x autistic!oc #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x female reader

[criminal-minds-girlie]

Just a quick update x

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

And I can do fem! , masc! or gn! Reader's + any character cannon's love autistic Spence too

I'm trying to venture out and do cannons too so I want to try and write fluffy ,smut And hurt i don't know how to writes hurt so tips would be so helpful my parings have changed a little

Hotch x reader

Derek x reader

Spencer x reader

Luke x reader

Emily x reader

JJ x reader

Tara x reader

Penelope x reader

Spencer x luke

And one shots or babbling about what you think about the BAU

I'm willing to try

Derek x hotch

Spencer x derek (never tried it before but have read it)

Elle x reader (never tried it before but have read it)

Elle x Spencer (never tried it before but have read it)

Ralvez fluff

Quiet attraction Pt.1

Quiet attraction Pt.2

Emily Prentiss

First Tattoo, Lasting Love

Aaron hotchner

Bratty behaviour

HIS need, HER desire

Hotch x Morgan (idk ship name)

Love and Apologies

Spencer Reid x reader

Safe with him

#criminal minds #luke alvez #spencer reid #ralvez #aaron hotchner #cm #spencer reid fanfiction #jj jareau #emily prentiss x reader #moreid #tara lewis #penelope garcia #fem!reader #masc!reader #gn!reader #aaron hotchner x derek morgan #boop #autistic spencer reid

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masterlist!

last updated: 03/08/23

request guidelines: here

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

fluff

sleepy

spencer reids doe eyes 

lipstick kisses

after sex cuddles

housebusband!spence 

touch averse reader kisses spence

looking at spence when he reads

alt!reader in a band

holding hands

bathing together

rich!reader fluff

kisses with spence

artsy gf!reader meets the team

listening to autistic!spence rambling

autistic!reader realises autistic!spencer is attracted to her

jealous spencer

reader telling spencer they love him for the first time

introducing spencer too beabadoobee

angst & angsty fluff

spence getting his hair cut after prison

traumatic event (reader kidnapped)

reader finds out about spencers addiction

reader breaks up with spencer over his relationship with jj

TW spencer seeing readers scars

TW reader seeing spencer’s scars

smut

edging spence with a vibe*

thigh kissing drabble*

round 1*

youre more than just a fling, my love*

i love your body baby (insecure spence)*

im bored, wanna play?*

we could.. do it*

sub!spence x rockstar!reader*

stop the teasing please..*

pegging spence for the first time*

i love it when you’re naughty like this*

i love your body baby (insecure reader)*

rich!reader buys spence an expensive gift*

making out with spence in his car

sub!spence giving oral*

overstimulating spence*

spence with a praise kink*

spence with a praise kink getting pegged*

dumbification with spence*

spencer watching you stretch*

sub!spence and tall!reader*

firearms qualification*

pegging needy spence*

drunk spence humping readers leg*

cant keep my hands to myself

whoever gets horny first loses

overstimulating sub!spence*

teasing sub!spence through his boxers*

sub!spence rutting against you but not going in*

sub!spence giving you a facial*

sub!spence in panties and a skirt*

drunk needy spence

spence’s sensitive nipples

spanking bratty spence

sub!spence & sub!reader

playing with spence while he’s having a wet dream

spencer pleasuring you

aftercare with sub!spence

sub!spence w premature ejac

tying spence up during a punishment

perfect princess

virgin!autistic!spence x virgin!autistic!reader

pretty princess spence

spence & reader sexual tension

aftercare hc’s for sub!spence

more skirt spence

trans!spence strap warming you

trans!spence squirting

cockwarming princess spence

sub!spence hc’s 

princess sub!spence hc’s

trans!reid hc’s

slapping spence’s ass in a skirt

glasses reid

pt2 spanking spencer in a skirt

spencer finding out he has a mommy kink

TW body worship with self harming reader

eating trans!spence out on his period

getting eaten out on your period

Aaron Hotchner

pegging sub!hotch

Emily Prentiss

be patient.*

scared of storms

emily in lingerie

Elle Greenaway

elle with sub!fem!reader

Moreid & Moried x Reader

moreid phone sex

spence blowing morgan while u watch

B99

Amy Santiago

amy santiago x emily prentiss au

dancing with ames

#masterlist #spencer reid x reader #sub!spence #sub spencer reid #sub!spencer #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #dom!emily prentiss #dom emily prentiss #amy santiago #amy santiago x reader #amy santiago x emily prentiss

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Masterlist : Criminal Minds

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid x Reader

* = Smut (Minors DNI) II Beware of the TW please

Basically anything from @imagining-in-the-margins but here my very favourites:

Different dialects (Fem!Autistic!Reader. Spencer is trying to tell Reader he likes her, but it feels like they speak entirely different languages.)

Impromptu (Fem!Reader learns some shocking news when a case lands her in the hospital.)

Fairytales (Dad!Spencer comes home to his very tired wife and even more tired child who refused to go to bed without a bedtime story from their dad.)

Growing Pains (Spencer finds unfamiliar lingerie in the laundry. When he confronts his wife, he learns it belongs to their teenage daughter.)

From @fortheloveofwonderland (check her whole masterlist, you won't be disappointed):

A Memory Locked in the Heart (Fem!Reader, eighteen years ago you met a boy named Spencer Reid whilst visiting your mother at Bennington Sanitorium. This time you are meeting under entirely different circumstances; across the table of an interrogation room.)

Mothers Daughter (fem! single mom! Reader, your mother was a keeper of secrets. She kept them so well, for so long she even managed to keep them hidden from herself. And now you find yourself face to face with the love of your life after ten years, you find yourself starting to wonder if you are your mothers daughter after all. Reunion Challenge)

We continue with the lovely @foxy-eva (all her masterlist is worth the checking, just go go~):

Reflections (Fem! Reader, the kindness Spencer Reid shows to a child seems to impress Fem!Reader a little too much)

Lipstick Stains * (Fem!Reader, the shade of your new lipstick is too much for Spencer to handle)

Miscellaneous Authors:

Any Other Weigh @reidsaurora (Fem!Reader, a small collection of stories about the times Spencer told Y/N about how big their baby was getting every week)

The Lanky Guy in Room 603 @samuel-de-champagne-problems (Fem!Reader, Meeting in the delivery room with midwife Y/N)

A Trip to Remember @dr-spencer-reids-queen (Mermaid!Reader, For three thousand years, you’ve known only what the lake has to offer you. No human contact for three thousand years, yet, always being surrounded by them. Everything changes when you meet Spencer Reid)

Dear Theodosia @violetrainbow412-blog (Fem!Reader, Dad!Spencer stays one afternoon to care for your three-month-old twins and reflects on how much he loves them)

Darling & Dandelion @eideticmemory (Fem!Reader, Spencer is a lot of things to you. Your baby daddy, your lover, your best friend, and a massive pain in your ass)

Friends to lovers with Spencer @gtgbabie0 (Fem!Reader, Spencer needs comfort)

BFF @babymetaldoll (Fem!Reader, Spencer meets his best friend from school after 12 years apart)

Wife @specialagentlokitty (Autistic!Reader, Spencer Reid with a wife who is autistic and when she comes to visit the team doesn’t know what to do until Reid comes and finds her sitting at his desk)

10 Days @boldlyvoid (Fem!Reader, it's Spencer's first father's day and he's extremely emotional about the little love of his life that he's only just met. he spends the day with his baby, Edwin, and his wife, crying and happy about how wonderful new little lives are)

Here for you @weird-is-life (Fem!Reader, 4 times you take care of Spencer and one time he takes care of you)

[Not named] @tinyluvs (Fem!Reader, Being Spencer’s girlfriend and meeting the team for the first time)

[Not named] @ddejavvu (GN!Reader, Spencer Reid and s/o who bites their nails)

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Basically check all the masterlist of @specialagentlokitty but here are my favourites Aaron ones:

Please help me (Teen!Reader, Reader has abusive parents and Hotch and reader are neighbors and reader asks Hotch for help knowing he’s an FBI agent) TW: Abusive Parents

Safe (Child!Reader, Aaron rescues her from a kidnapping but then refuses to leave her side at the hospital)

As slow as you need (Fem!Reader, Hotch x reader where reader flinches) TW: Mentions of abusive ex

Miscellaneous Authors:

Can't Lose You @reidsaurora (Fem!Reader, When Hotch gets attacked during a case and ends up in the hospital, Y/N realizes she can't lose him without telling him about her feelings)

Derek Morgan x Reader

The first time @specialagentlokitty (Fem!Reader, Dancing at JJ's wedding)

Obsession @dr-spencer-reids-queen (Fem!Reader, You’re a target for someone who is obsessed with you, and so you offer yourself as bait to catch the guy)

Like a date? @dr-spencer-reids-queen (Fem!Reader, Your older sister brings you to her work, and you get a lot more than you bargained for)

Spring Carnival @storiesofsvu (Fem!Reader, Sweet time at the carnival)

Placing bets @cafeacademia (Fem!Reader, Since you started at the BAU, you and Derek have picked up a fun way to get to know more about each other. By making bets, the person who wins gets to ask any question they like to the loser and the loser much answer truthfully. But maybe there's a bit more that just a bit of fun to the bets...)

It's Always Been You @reidsaurora (Fem!Reader, When Agent Y/N Y/L/N gets injured on the job, Derek Morgan is the one to take care of her afterward. However, neither of them expected that him simply cleaning her wounds would turn into a love confession)

#untilnextchapter #untilnextchapter rec #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #cm x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #x reader #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #aaron hotch fanfiction #derek morgan fanfiction #it's a first cm rec masterlist #i'm pretty sure more will come with time #i think it's a prettier masterlist than aib #i'm pretty proud of myself tbh #writers on tumblr

[ghoulie-67-baby]

Criminal minds Masterlist

Warnings included in posts.

Overload - BAU team x Autistic!reader (Platonic / Otherwise).

Stubborn to a fault - David Rossi x sick!reader.

Overtired - Penelope Garcia x GN!reader.

I trusted you - Emily prentiss x Fiancé!reader.

One too many mistakes - Aaron Hotchner x Fem!reader.

Newby - (hinted) Spencer Reid x Fem!reader, (pseudo) Uncle!Hotch x reader, (pseudo) Uncle!Rossi x reader.

Saviour - Derek Morgan x fem!reader.

Gentle man - Spencer Reid x GN!reader.

Haunted - BAU team x reader (Platonic / Otherwise).

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds masterlist #bau team #bau x reader #aaron hotchner #david rossi #derek morgan #spencer reid #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #jj jareau #penelope garcia #reader insert #x reader

[drreidsconverse]

Drreidsconverse’s master list!:

updated 8 april 2023

i havent published most of these yet they are chilling in my drafts waiting to be proofread

Personal shit!

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Ivy speaks😗

#2

#3

#4

#5

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^ - angst

! - fluff

* - authors choice

Criminal minds

Spencer Reid x reader

Fics

She’s gone?:(^*) Spencer x fem! Reader

Sneak peek

Summary: spencer and the reader relationship has been a good one up until this point.they never had a problem they only had minor fights that were stupid and irrelevant, they were soulmates. but things changed when the new girl showed up, when she spoke to hotch that morning, and when she took down unsub herself. they changed the most when everyone showed up even the new girl on her day off, but she and morgan didn’t.

Imagines

Love song: (!)- song fic (based on love song by sara bareilles) « Spencer x gn! Reader »

Summary: reader accidentally lets her secret hobby slip out, now spencer wants the reader to write him a love song.

Cue the rain:(*) - song fic « autistic! Gn!Reader », for:

Summary- reader and Spencer and reader try to navigate the weather and their budding relationship

Legally blonde:(^/!)- song fic « fem reader »

Summary- reader looks like nothing more than a pretty face, she modeled in high school, was prom queen and homecoming queen, a near perfect beauty queen, who’s an a student at Harvard? Spencer tries to talk the reader out of leaving her dream school because of one stupid teacher.

2847221 (^) « gn! Reader »

summary- I don’t even know how to describe what I wrote honestly. Spencer and jj break your head but you’ll be okay, I think..

Aaron Hotchner x reader:

Fics:

Underground:(^) 6 underground x cm « fem reader »

Summary- (y/n) left the bau a little over a year ago with an offer from the cia to be apart of an elite team ,the horsemen, but she’d have to ‘die’ to do it. And what she has with Aaron can’t leave his office, not with him still being married. (Y/n)’s dead now but why is she on Emily’s doorstep, alive and well?

Imagines

Partner?: (!pure fluff!)« gn! reader »

Summary- hotch had a partner, it was obvious, the man who never smiled had been smiling much more than normal, and Garcia was determined to get it out of him as soon as possible.

Elle Greenaway x reader:

Imagines

Intimidating(!)- elle x plus size! fem! reader,

Intimidating v2(!)- elle x fem! reader

Intimidating v3(!)- elle x male! reader

Summary- reader finds Elle beautiful yet intimidating, and has no clue how to approach her.

Speak now: (^angsty fluff!)- elle x fem! Reader,

Summary- elle isn’t the type of girl to rudely barge in on a white veil occasion, but the priest said “speak now.”

Heaven in hiding- (elle x fem! reader) 

summary: Elle and (y/n) have been seeing each other in secret not wanting people to know about their relationship, at least not yet. (y/n)’s ready to tell people about her girlfriend, so is elle. But a homophobic unsub may change those plans.

Elle Greenaway x reader x Spencer Reid

Fics:

Plane rides home: (^/!) elle x gn! reader x spencer

Summary: the plane ride home was a good way for the team to get to know the newest member of the team, (y/n), elle and Spencer both take an immediate liking to the reader but does she need to choose one of them? Or should they just sleep on the plane rides home?

Penelope Garcia x reader

Head canons:

(Csi miami x criminal minds) Dating Penelope and working a case together: penny x fem! Reader

Part 1, part 2, part 3

Summary: you’re a csi in Miami and penny works at quantico, so you don’t see each other much nor do your co workers know about your relationship, until you have to work a case together.

Derek Morgan x reader

Nothing yet!

David Rossi x reader

Nothing yet!

Jennifer “jj” jareau x reader

Nothing yet!

Luke Alvez x reader

Imagines:

Burnt cookies and Batman: (!pure fluff) « gn! reader »

Summary: Luke rarely gets a day off, so when he does they bake cookies and watch Batman

George Foyet x reader

I know I know dont judge me

Imagines:

Like a dream: (fluff/smut i think?) « fem! reader »

summary: You were a rare commodity at the hotchner house as you were away for college, but when you were there was and foyet happy to see you. You were a new face, something different, like a breath of fresh air for the reaper. His only problem with making you his, Aaron Hotchner. But he would have his something different, his breath of fresh air. You were like a dream, his own personal dream.

Matt Simmions x reader

Nothing yet!

Bau x reader:

Most of these fics could be an !x character!, it could also be a standalone fic! Ex) she’s gone will have separate character chapters and may hold alternative endings

Fics:

Now you see me:(^) (derek x fem! reader)

Summary: (y/n) resigned after 8 years at the bau, exactly six months after her brothers murder. it was a surprise to everyone when the showed up on Monday to an empty desk with handwritten notes for each of them. However derek was surprised the most, his girlfriend of three years just left them and didn’t even bother to run it by him. She dropped off the grid too, sending occasional letters and gifts to the team. Sure the murder had changed her it’d change anyone, they just didn’t know it’d change her enough to become 1 of 3 unsubs with identical killing patterns.

She’s gone?: (Spencer x fem reader):

she’s gone will have separate character chapters (detailing friendships, daily life, their side of the story, what if’s, and police reports) and may hold alternative endings ( how it ends for said character/ what changes)

Summary: spencer and the reader relationship has been a good one up until this point.they never had a problem they only had minor fights that were stupid and irrelevant, they were soulmates. but things changed when the new girl showed up, when she spoke to hotch that morning, and when she took down unsub herself. they changed the most when everyone showed up even the new girl on her day off, but she and morgan didn’t.

Imagines:

Sherwood, Ohio in North mammon « gn! reader »: (*) (takes place in 2x7)

Summary: when (y/n) and two friends were juniors in high schools they were kidnapped, held in a cellar for nearly a week, starved, and forced to off one of their best friends. (Y/n) never mentioned it, and no one but Gideon and Hotch knew of the gruesome events. (Y/n) had blocked the events from memory as they were to traumatic for the brain to process. But now the team is working a case that feels as if (y/n) is reliving the situation.

These are alternative endings for: Sherwood, OH in north mammon

Sherwood, OH in north mammon « derek x reader »

Sherwood, OH in north mammon « jj x reader »

Sherwood, OH in north mammon « hotch x reader »

Headcanons

Family dinner at Rossi’s: « gn! reader »

Summary- as the title suggests

Garcia and the wap song: « gn! reader »

Summary: Garcia calls morgan, morgan puts the phone on speaker and doesn’t tell penny, penny starts reciting the lyrics to wap by Megan these stallion and cardi b.

Marvel

imagines:

Star crossed: dark! druig x reader

Scream

imagines

head cannons

dating billy and stu

miscellaneous

ben hardy x fem!reader

manhattan

summary: he can have Manhattan, cause she can't have him.

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[honeypiehotchner]

this Hotch one shot i’ve been working on is at 6k words already and it isn’t even finished yet so it might end up being a huge chunk of a one shot that i just drop on y’all soon

to give you a taste of what it is, it’s Autistic!Reader because i am nothing if not a self-indulgent bitch and i’ve had a Rough Fucking Time this past week and so i wanted to write a fic where Hotch doesn’t take advantage of my autism (i know the bar is in fucking Hell)

anyway. it’s 100% self-indulgent, expect some angst, lots of fluff, haven’t decided on smut (but if i so put some in there it won’t be spicy it’ll be the more poetic/gentle kind)

that is all. goodnight besties

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x autistic!fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #criminal minds

[honeypiehotchner]

Faking It has really opened my eyes to shit I've tried to keep them closed on. All the signs are there, but I'm also scared to get everything confirmed, but the whole kissing thing really sealed the deal for me, because ew 😂 thanks for writing this 💙💙

oops 🫣🫣 you can only ignore them for so long before they start to be too much to ignore

don’t be scared to get it confirmed!! in my experience it was relieving to finally have a name for what i had been feeling all along, so maybe you’ll have a similar reaction. best of luck and i hope you find answers when you’re ready 💛💛

#anon asks #you ask i answer #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x autistic!fem!reader

[criminalskies]

The Aaron Hotchner Mega-masterlist. Part 1/?

Hi!! I wanted to make a sort of recommendation list for some Aaron Hotchner writers in this gorgeous community and what makes their work so special in my eyes. Please note this list is not exhaustive by any means. If you would like me to add you or your work to this list, please just fire me a message and I'll run through your masterlist or fics to see what you're all about <3

please note, this is a way to support writers on here. So play nice.

@honeypiehotchner - (K) an extensive masterlist, mixing fluff, smut and angst or hurt/comfort, they use the most stunning imagery and descriptions to really make you understand how reader's feeling in each moment. She never writes hotch out-of-character, able to make him sound exactly like himself, no matter how far off-canon the story takes place. The dialogue always feels like real chemistry between real people. I also adore how they write hotch x autistic!reader. Such a beautiful understanding and patience and love between them. I really enjoy K's ability to show how thoughtful & considerate he is of his lover's needs. mostly fem!reader fics, some gn!reader. K's masterlist.

@show-your-fangs - (A) does an amazing job of writing Aaron's mental battles with himself as he moves outside of his comfort zones. She can orchestrate such a sea of emotions in every scene I read, and I can never pick out even one word in the entire fic that seems out of place. Not only can she beautifully capture every shift in emotion or thought process throughout these fics, but jesus christ can she make Aaron Hotchner the sexiest motherfucker on earth. The scenes feel so natural and just ooze raw sex appeal. Marvellous work, not every piece is linked in this masterlist but i highly recommend giving her blog a good old search.

@hotchs-big-hands - (A) doesn't have many works currently released, but oh boy do we get quality over quantity. Her three part series 'what did you call me?' is stunning. She takes her time to really make me feel what the reader is feeling and it's so easy to step into reader's shoes. Not to mention that she manages to infuse suave and sexy into every hair on Aaron's head. Every step this man takes seems to leave me breathless because he is just so smooth and sure of himself, but simultaneously we get a glimpse of the war going on in his head. Most works are plus!size!reader (female reader) but some gn!reader works as well. A's masterlist.

@greg-montgomery - (Fay) can make a splinter in your thumb feel like a warm cozy blanket, every domestic or blissful or lovestruck situation you can dream of with Hotch has been written, and made to feel like hot cocoa on a rainy day. She does a gorgeous job of writing a brief, fleeting moment with him like it's something you'll remember forever. Fay's masterlist.

@ssahotchnerr - (Katie) has a beautiful way of melting readers hearts with the softest little moments that can be shared between two people. Whether Aaron's changing your tyre or building your a bookshelf, the tiny little details can make it feel like the most heartwarming thing a man can do. She really captures that certain unplaceable Hotch quality in every single scenario Katie's masterlists.

@reidersspencer - (Miso) is always a breath of fresh air, her fic ideas are creative and fun, she is very active, always working on several hotch fics/blurbs at once. Miso responds to every request within days, having produced something sweet enough to make you prediabetic, she does a fantastic job of keeping hotch, well, hotch, with just that extra sparkle in his eye as he looks at reader. Miso's masterlist.

@slutforsilverfoxes - (she/her), I truly think sf2 could find inspiration in a glass of water. Her fics are so original, and she has a way of making sure the dialogue never feels forced or unnatural, and the chemistry is thick in the air between her characters. You can always see just how reader and aaron became drawn to one another, she's always able to make me envy just how much our star-crossed-lovers have in common. She's able to make every character's actions seem deliberate and measured, and the imagery adds so much depth to her scenes. slutforsilverfoxes' masterlist.

@canuck-eh - (she/her), wrote some of the most beautiful, delicate, authentic, raw hotch fics I've ever had the pleasure of reading. Some of her works are as long as 20k words, but not even one of those words is wasted. The most beautiful characterisations and imagery. Hotch never feels out-of-character and these fics deconstruct him so well, giving you a beautiful look inside his mind. Please note, this account no longer writes for hotch, as of right now. So please do not run to her inbox asking for more. But I promise you, her masterlist is enough to sustain you for a lifetime. Canuck’s masterlist.

@montyfandomlove - (Mon) does a gorgeous job of making your wildest fantasies come true. Her response to every request will both melt your heart and make your pussy throb. Mon writes Aaron as both smooth and sure of himself, but also sensitive and self-conscious. She can use any situation to bring that old man to life, making him feel younger and more carefree in the process. Mon's version of Hotch feels so true to himself, and don't we all love him that way? Mon's masterlist.

@hotchs-bitch - (T) does such a beautiful job of breaking my heart. She has a real talent for building angst until my eyes well up. She writes so realistically about Hotch's struggles and triumphs with love, but also the happy little moments in his life with you that make it worth living. Lovely characterisation of the man himself. T's masterlist.

@chateauhotchner - (Andi) also loves to break my heart and make me cry. But, the angst is so beautifully tragic. Wonderful imagery and she's even been capable of making me want to smack my favourite man in the world. Andi's masterlist.

@hotchs-babygirl - (Zeina) can always capture the thoughtfulness and gentleness of our Aaron Hotchner. Makes me want to squish his silly little cheeks and stare into his big shiny doe eyes forever. Zeina's masterlist.

@alluring-andrayav - (Andraya) this girl likes to not only have Hotch break my heart but also stomp it into smithereens and spit on it in the process. Levels of angst I can never quite recover from but it's done so well I can't bring myself to hate her for it. Andraya's masterlist.

@whiskey-bumblebee - (Hannah) loves to give me cavities by making our man so sweet and beautifully himself. Hotch-in-love is a different beast, and one that Hannah captures really well. Also, some sweat-inducing smut here and there that I cannot fail to mention. Hannah's masterlist

@honeybrowne - (she/her) manages to write the very best and worst parts of dating aaron hotchner, having the most attentive, thoughtful, considerate boyfriend is of course a pleasure greater than words can say, but at the same time, he can only ever give you half his time and he tends to eat away at himself for it. A great cross-section of this man. honeybrowne's masterlist.

@hotchscvm - (Neens) writes some of the most carefree, caution-to-the-wind, sexy aaron we all need sometimes. But she also doesn't miss when she writes the soft moments between you two, the little things that make you fall in love with him (and get butterflies). Neens' masterlist.

@dudeitiskarev - (Cat) does such a fantastic job of creating whole worlds in each of her stories. She paints the most beautiful pictures of her scenes with each word, I never have trouble getting a crystal clear mental image of what's taking place. That's not to even mention how well she sees right through the many layers of Aaron. note that I believe cat is retiring from writing for Aaron but please cherish all of her works, they are gorgeous. Cat's Masterlist.

@masterwords - (Angela) has written hundreds of thousands of words about our Hotch, although most of her works are for hotchgan (hotch x derek morgan). In the years she's spent writing for these two, it is clear she knows both of their minds even better than her own. Every single romantic situation/scenario I can cook up in my imagination has already been written in completion by Ang and it is just amazing. Even if she breaks your heart, she'll usually put it back together even better than before. Angela's masterlist. (this is the hotch-only masterlist, the hotchgan list is here)

@ssahoodrathotchner - (Andi) writes the most feel-good fluff, if you just want to hold aaron in your arms or have him look at you oh-so-longingly, snuggle up nice and warm and read some of Andi's work. Mostly gn!reader <;3 Andi's masterlist.

@angelhotchner - (Marl) I do NOT see enough people freaking out on the daily about these works. An awesome range of gn!reader & fem!reader both sfw & nsfw. Like, reading the titles of these fics alone should clue you into just how stunning most of these works are to read. I highly highly recommend a deep dive. Marl's masterlist.

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Again. There is definitely still two hundred blogs I want to add to this list, and I will as time goes on add to this because the talent and love and passion being poured into loving on this man is so staggering to me. I hope you've found at least one blog on this list that you maybe didn't know of before, or that it's a reminder for you to check out some writers you already know of.

If your name made it on this list, please know I adore you. If your name didn't make it on this list, please know I probably still adore you, and I will almost certainly get there in time. <3 I really just want an excuse to tell a bunch of writers why I fell in love with their work, so! if you have another writer in mind, please just drop their username or info in my inbox and I will get to work.

#Rome's recs #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch hotchner #fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfiction #TALENT #RAW TALENT #come and see 'em!

[criminalskies]

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hi honey, welcome to my blog! I hope you enjoy your time here :D. I post a LOT about criminal minds and about my life, other fandoms include bobs burgers, house MD, 911, Oceans Eleven, Studio Ghibli (I also just love the art pls), X-men, and more!!

So, my name is Rome. I’m 21 and non-binary, I go by they/them pronouns <3!

🌱💌 This is a safe space. Homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism, hate speech of any kind are not tolerated here. Everyone is welcome just as they are. Please respect that. 💌 🌱

Please note this post contains some NSFW content, minors DNI.

Request Guidelines: I know I have written some fem!reader in the past, but generally please avoid requesting pregnancy/period/non gender neutral subjects from me. I know it's a weird line for me to draw, but I could suggest probably ten writers who could do a 10x better job writing these topics. I prefer writing Gender Neutral, so I like to keep things this way wherever possible.

I currently also have quite the pile of requests, so while my requests are open, please note it may take me quite some time to get to yours. (I work oldest > newest with the occasional non-requested fic here and there)

Without further ado, please enjoy my works! :D

Fics:

Safety Net: You spend the night reflecting on a beautiful love you shared with Aaron Hotchner, more accurately, you spend the night reflecting on the last two months of heartache without him. It will take one unexpected visitor to bring the two of you to face the reality you’ve found yourselves in.

Looking Out For You: Hotch seems to be babying you on the chase for an unsub, but you quickly realise, he knows what he's doing. also hotch looks hot driving.

In Your Orbit:

part one. Hotch doesn’t understand why the newest member of the team is so dedicated to spending all their time with him. He finally asks and he’s overjoyed with the answer. 

part two. Normal Criminal Minds Case type content, hostage situation, use of guns, an accident involving a knife, Unsub talks about suicide and thoughts of self-harm, please DNI if this is at all triggering for you!!!! ⚠️⚠️

Drunk! Aaron - aaron gets wild on a team bonding night and tries very hard not to let reader undress him because he's taken... by reader. (very drunk hotch being a cutiepie)

Sweet Creature: Aaron has never known exactly where his 'home' was, until he met you.

Walk Me Home: Inspired by the p!nk song, Aaron is having a hard time processing the last case, reader is there to comfort him.

Reprieve: Hotch x Autistic!Reader. Reader is having a very hard day at the BAU and Aaron is able to help.

Sleepless In Seattle: part one. part two. part three.

To Catch A Profiler - A Parent Trap Story. - This is a part one of an incomplete series based on the Parent Trap movies. This sets the scene for when your little girls find one another later in life &lt;3

A Bookstore type of Love. - This was an anon request for brother!spencer reid and boyfriend!aaron to take reader to the bookstore and geek out on new book smell, harry potter and the high school musical/john denver soundtrack on the way. Hotch thinks about how desperately he wants to marry reader.

When the spark lit the fuse - Hotch has been in love before, but he's never been so in sync with someone, bodies moving in harmony like his does with your own. Looking back on how your relationship began, Hotch reminisces on how he himself has changed for the better. because of you.

Meet my big, crazy family: Your boyfriend finally meets your big, loud, crazy family. Inspired by my big fat greek wedding movies &lt;3

This Isn't Me: Hotch comforts reader through their period as they go through some serious dysphoria, having not come out as nonbinary yet &lt;/3.

Thoughts/Blurbs:

Across the Multiverse: Haley shows hotch all the universes in which he is happy, and he just so happens to be with you in every one of them.

Fratboy!Hotch: In high school, rumours and dishonesty pushed you and your childhood-best-friend-turned-love of-your-life Aaron hotchner apart. Now, the two of you have showed up at the same college party. Can he make it up to you?

WW2 Hotch:

I will add many many more to these lists as I progress, writing more in the future <3

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[honeypiehotchner]

long day (Hotch x Autistic!Fem!Reader) -- one shot

My god it has been a WHILE! This is super short, but I really wanted to write it. I see (and have written myself) a lot of one shots where the Autistic!Reader is the one being comforted, so I wanted to write one where the reader comforts their person. Because even though we’re Autistic, we’re still capable of caring for someone in this way 

Warnings: basically none, just Aaron after a long, stressful day :(

You return home from picking up dinner to find your husband pacing. The frown on your face is immediate.

Quietly, you place the bags of food on the counter, going to him like one would a wounded animal. When he finally sees you, he stops. You know the look in his eyes. He’s exhausted.

Some cases are harder to let go of than others, and the most recent one, you knew would be one of the harder ones. The first sign was that he refused to talk about it when he got home. He simply went to sleep.

It isn’t unusual for him to nap after a long case, but he typically tries not to. He’d rather go to sleep an hour earlier than nap and risk being awake until three in the morning.

“Hey honey,” you whisper, smiling a little. “Everything okay?”

Aaron nods, even though that’s a lie. He kisses you once, a quick peck on the lips. “Thanks for getting dinner.”

“No problem,” you reply, your hands finding themselves grasping his. They truly have a mind of their own. It’s hard not to let them wander when every part of him is so worth touching and memorizing. “Long day?” you ask.

He nods again. His fingers shift against yours, rubbing your knuckles and eventually bringing them up to his lips so he can kiss them. “Your hands are cold,” he states, and sandwiches them between both of his.

“It’s cold outside,” you say, letting him rub your hands together.

“Where are your gloves?”

“It’s not cold enough for gloves, Aaron,” you chuckle. He gives you a look, but doesn’t argue. He knows you’re right; it is almost spring. You just somehow manage to remain in winter year-round.

Once your hands are warm enough to his satisfaction, he goes back to just holding them, gazing at you. There are millions of words left unsaid behind his eyes. You can see them all, but you can’t read them, no matter how hard you try. You want him to speak to you, but you know how hard that is for him. You can’t force it. So, instead, you gaze back at him, and you do the talking.

“They were out of my favorite, so I’m trying yours,” you say, noticing the little reaction it does gain from him. “I’ll let you know if yours is good enough to be a new staple food.”

That, thankfully, makes him laugh. “Alright.” He squeezes your hands.

“Are you ready to eat?” you ask. “Or do you want a few more moments like this?”

He takes a step closer to you. “I want all of my moments to be like this,” he says.

“Okay, but what about right now?” you ask this as your brain is registering the sweetness of his comment, so you add, “That was sweet, though.”

He smiles. “Right now, I want a few more moments,” he answers.

Without prompting, he leans down and hugs you, resting his head on your shoulder. He’s much taller than you, but he shrinks when he wraps himself around you like this.

Aaron has never been big on affection, especially not in times like these when he needs it most. So, all you do is quietly wrap your arms around him, and lean your head against his.

He relaxes almost immediately. Your hand wanders again, this time to run your fingers through his hair. It isn’t much, but it’s enough.

He is quiet for the rest of the night, but you don’t mind. He lets you hold him while you read, with his head resting on your chest where he can hear your heartbeat. And that’s more than you could’ve ever asked for.

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forehead kisses that could mend any wound (Hotch x Autistic!Fem!Reader) -- one shot

Hi again! This is one I've had in my drafts for only a couple days. I recently lost another family member and wasn't sure how to cope with it, so I wrote this to help. Hope you enjoy xx.

Warnings: lots of fluff, but lots of angst too, mentions of death/loss of a loved one, brief depiction of a meltdown

Aaron decides to come home early, bringing his extra paperwork with him in case he can’t sleep later. For now, though, he simply misses you, and doesn’t want to be at work any longer.

He wants to surprise you, so he doesn’t text you or call. He knows you don’t like surprises, but you’ve told him that something like this isn’t so bad.

Keys jingling as he locks the door behind himself, he checks the security system to make sure it isn’t going to go off. He looks around the living room and doesn’t see you, or any signs that you’ve been out here.

“Honey!” Aaron calls out, setting his briefcase down by the door.

He heads to his office, thinking you’re in there. Sometimes you sit at his desk when he’s gone, half to focus better and half because you miss him. But you’re not at his desk today.

The spare bedroom is empty as always, but the master bedroom door is closed.

Pressing his ear against the door, Aaron listens for anything. Snoring, crying, music, a TV show. But he’s met with silence.

He knocks. “Y/N? You in there?”

He gets no answer, so he twists the knob, cautiously stepping inside and looking for you. And he finds you.

In the middle of the bed, curled up underneath all of the blankets and your weighted blanket, sleeping soundly.

Normally, this might melt his heart, but today it breaks it. Because napping during the day is not something you like to do. It ruins your routine, and you always hate when you are forced to sleep during the day (like when a bad meltdown tires you out to the point that you can’t fight it).

Aaron worries that this is what happened today. And he wonders why you didn’t call him.

Quietly, he begins taking his suit off to change back into his sleep shorts and t-shirt. Except he can’t find his t-shirt, and he realizes then that you’re wearing it.

Smiling sadly, he grabs another shirt and pulls it over his head before crawling into the bed beside you.

+++

You feel the bed dip when Aaron settles in next to you. Twisting around underneath your blankets, you turn on your side to face him.

“Hi,” he murmurs, reaching up slowly to brush your hair out of your eyes. “How are you doing?”

You shake your head.

“I thought so,” he says sadly. You’ve gone nonverbal, which is another bad sign, but nothing Aaron doesn’t know how to navigate. Nods, blinks, and even some sign language have helped the two of you communicate better when you’re like this. “Can I do anything?”

You nod, and then scoot closer, opening up the blankets for him. The rush of cold air makes you shiver, but Aaron makes up for it when he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him. He always runs hot, like a life-size space heater.

Snuggling into his chest, you let out a deep sigh. This is what you needed, and you knew that, but you’ve called him while he’s at work one too many times. You didn’t want to do it again, not when they just got back from a case, so paperwork is probably piling high on his desk.

Aaron begins rubbing your back, feeling your muscles relax as he does. He continues the slow circles, soothing the tension that has been building underneath your skin for who knows how many hours now.

After a few moments, he asks, “Did you have a meltdown?”

Quietly, you reply, “Yeah.”

Aaron is both surprised and relieved that you’re able to speak now. He never wants to force you to speak, but you’re able to when you relax, so this is a good sign. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s been a week.”

Aaron pauses. “Since?”

“My aunt passed.”

He nods. He had almost forgotten, not that he meant to. One thing that you deal with regularly is a delayed reaction to most news, death included. But it can be for anything, even something positive, like a job promotion.

When you got the call about your aunt, Aaron didn’t even know you had received bad news until you said it. And when you did say it, Aaron wasn’t sure of how to respond. You didn’t cry, you didn’t even want to talk about it. The night continued on. The two of you went back to eating dinner, watched your favorite show, and you laughed the whole time. You were your usual self.

But now he sees the reaction has come. A week later, but it’s here, and it looks like it arrived with a vengeance.

You sniffle, and Aaron pulls you in closer, squeezing you tighter. “I know,” he whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not fair,” you whimper, balling your fists. “It’s not fair.” Death is always hard for you to comprehend. The logic of it all makes sense, but the emotions that come with it always fight to drown you.

Aaron feels your hands tensing against his chest and he immediately moves to grab your hands. You’re grateful that he did, because you were two seconds away from hitting your own chest. A bad habit, but one that is hard to shake when you’re overwhelmed.

“Hit the mattress,” Aaron says softly. “Or me.”

“I’m not gonna hit you,” you grumble, tears creeping out of the corners of your eyes.

“Then squeeze my hands,” he says. “Squeeze as hard as you need to.”

You turn your hands over, connecting your palms, wrapping your fingers around his, and squeezing. As hard as you physically can.

“There you go,” he says. He’s done this for you before, and he reminds you of it each time. “I know it isn’t fair.”

“I know everyone dies eventually, but it still hurts.” You start pushing on Aaron’s hands, pushing them back into his chest. “I knew this was happening, but it still hurts.”

“It’s okay for it to hurt,” Aaron says, pushing back against your hands, providing the pressure you need to release your energy. “Even when we know it’s coming. It’s okay for it to hurt.”

“I know,” you sigh, your grip on his hands loosening. “I just want to stay in bed.”

“Then we’ll stay in bed,” Aaron whispers, kissing your forehead gently. “Do you want to watch anything? Background noise?”

“Background noise,” you nod.

Aaron reaches around and grabs the TV remote, putting on your comfort TV show. You shift your eyes to watch your favorite characters move around the screen. Watching them helps you put your mind elsewhere, to breathe, and to better handle the rotting feeling in your stomach.

The two of you stay in bed for hours, for as long as you need, until you ask Aaron about dinner. You didn’t eat anything today. Too nauseous to even attempt to swallow water.

Somehow, Aaron manages to convince you to get in the car with him, and ride to get your favorite food for dinner. Your comfort food, the one dish that you know you’ll always be able to eat, no matter how you’re feeling.

You fall asleep on the way back home, but Aaron doesn’t mind carrying you up to the apartment, and setting you back down in bed. Opening your eyes for a moment, you catch him leaning in to kiss your forehead, so you grab his jaw, and kiss his lips instead.aa

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i’m hardwired differently (Hotch x Autistic!Fem!Reader) -- one shot

Just me doing my usual thing which is posting a fic late at night for no fucking reason mwah! I’ve been in a bit of a weird place lately (honestly not sure why) but writing this comfort helped so much, so I hope you guys love it too!

There isn’t enough love out there for autistic peeps (like myself) in fanfiction, so fuck it, I’m gonna start contributing! I wanna see my real self in fanfiction and I’m sure other autistic peeps feel the same xx.

Warnings: small meltdown, anxious thoughts, established relationship (I picture them as dating for 6ish months but friends for at least a year), ~based on true events in my life~ (but all is good now)

Listening to Aaron talk to old friends on the phone shouldn’t make you as sad as it does.

Not because you believe he can’t have any friends outside of you — that’s not at all the type of girlfriend you are. But because when he talks with them, the conversation is easy.

His laughter echoes down the hall into the living room where you’re currently sitting, curled up on the couch with a book. It’s what you do every evening after dinner when he’s normally working on some paperwork or reading next to you.

He told you a few days ago that some friends from law school wanted to catch up, so that way you would know that he would be talking to them for a little while tonight. So, it’s not that you weren’t prepared for this small change in routine, it’s just that you didn’t expect to pick up on how easy conversation is for them.

You can never pick up on the flow of a conversation, not really, so when your brain pieces together what’s happening down the hall, your heart sinks.

Not once does Aaron have to stop and clarify his tone because it wasn’t clear enough. Not once does he have to say “it was a joke” for everyone to understand. Not once does he have to steer the conversation back to where it was fifteen minutes prior because you accidentally info-dumped something that God knows he’s already heard from you once or twice this week.

Not once does he do all the things he has to do with you just to keep conversation flowing.

You don’t know why it’s bothering you tonight, of all nights. You can’t go in there and interrupt his phone call just because you feel yourself getting worked up over this. He hasn’t spoken to these friends in years. You’ll be fine.

This isn’t the first time you’ve noticed this disconnect, and you know it won’t be the last. You handled it just fine the last time, so you can handle it again tonight. Especially since he’s doing something he never does.

You know that for you it’s normal to not have many close friends, but sometimes you wonder about Aaron. He has David at work that he’s known for the longest time, and he’s good friends with everyone else on the team, but he’s still their boss. When Aaron told you he regained contact with some old friends, you were elated for him -- and you still are, aside from the weird sadness that has settled on your shoulders.

Truthfully, you think you’re dealing with the weird feeling, but the real truth is that you don’t even hear Aaron end the call and come back to the living room.

He finds you rocking yourself back and forth gently on the couch, the book you were reading now closed and forgotten on your lap. Your eyes are blank as you stare straight ahead at the black TV screen.

“Honey?” Aaron asks, slowly sitting next to you, breaking you out of your trance.

You straighten up, not even realizing you were rocking but stopping it immediately. “How was the call?”

He frowns. It’s been so long since you’ve done this, shoved your feelings down and masked around him. “It was good. What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing,” you lie, even though you know better, but it’s almost an instinctual response, one you learned as a kid and have never been able to fully shake.

Aaron never asks if he doesn’t know for sure that something is bothering you — especially after you told him that sometimes it can make you feel like something should be wrong even when it isn’t, due to your general inability to know what emotions you’re feeling.

“I want to help, sweetheart. You know you can tell me anything. I’m not upset with you, I just want to know what your brain is telling you so I can help you figure it out.”

He knows you so well, knows exactly what to say to calm your anxieties and take down the mask. Your face scrunches up almost instantly as you fight back tears of frustration and sadness and who knows what else because—

“Are you sure you actually want to be with me?”

The question takes Aaron by complete surprise. “Where...where is this coming from? Of course, honey, of course I do. Why...why do you ask?”

“I just—” you pause, sniffling, trying to get the tears to stop. “I heard you talking to your friends and it was so easy, like, you never had to stop and explain anything or say it was a joke or say it was serious, it was just normal and I don’t know, it just made me so sad because I don’t want to be holding you back or...or making you miss out on anything because of me or exhausting you because you always have to stop and explain things to me and—”

Your words are less than coherent at this point as Aaron gathers you in his arms, letting you sob into his shoulder.

Half of what you said makes sense, and the other half Aaron can tell you’ve really been holding inside for quite some time now.

You weren’t completely aware of that, but it’s true. It’s always an idle thought in the back of your mind — that maybe Aaron would be better off with someone else, someone “normal” and neurotypical.

Aaron holds you while you cry, your fists gripping his shirt tightly while your arms cling to his frame.

He still remembers the first time the two of you hugged, which was after many coffee meetups and dates, but you clung to him like this that afternoon. You didn’t say it, but he felt it, you knew he had become a safe person, and now months later, he still is.

After a few moments, he hears your whimpering begin to subside, and you slowly lift your head.

“Hi,” you murmur, all sleepy and disoriented, which is how you normally feel after a meltdown, no matter how small.

“Hi sweetheart,” he whispers, thumbing some tears from your cheek. “I love you.” He kisses your nose and forehead. “Do you want to talk about this now or later?”

“Now is good,” you say, leaning your head on his shoulder again.

“Okay,” he says gently, rubbing your arms. “Well, I love you.” He squeezes you against his chest. “I know I just said it, but I wanted to say it again anyway.”

You smile softly.

“And I will never get tired of explaining things to you because, honey, it’s not tiring. It’s just how we communicate. Just because your brain works differently than mine doesn’t mean it exhausts me to communicate with you.”

You nod slowly, his words already helping your aching chest.

“You’re not and never have been holding me back or making me miss out on anything. I love my life with you in it and I would never trade that first day at the café with you for anything.”

You smile, chuckling quietly at the memory. You and Aaron ordered the same drink and somehow ended up with each other’s cups. It wasn’t until he ordered a second coffee that you realized the handsome stranger was the Aaron that your cup belonged to.

And, of course, before you could stop yourself, you had blurted, “Oh, you’re Aaron!”

He spun around and said, “Yes?” And thus began your friendship, which six months later turned into a first date.

Meanwhile, back on the couch in Aaron’s apartment, he’s kissing your forehead softly. “Do you want me to run a bath for you?”

You nod eagerly, loving when he does it. Somehow, he gets the bubbles and the candles right every single time. It’s sorcery to you.

“Then we can watch one of your favorite movies,” he adds. “Do you know which one you want to see tonight?”

You shake your head. “I’ll think.”

He nods. “Good idea. I’ll get the snacks ready while you’re recharging.”

You giggle, always loving the way he calls it recharging. That’s exactly what it feels like, but you’ve never had anyone else understand like him.

Aaron runs your bath while you get your pajamas from the bedroom. You really weren’t planning on living with him so soon, but then your apartment raised rent far too high for you to pay on your own, and Aaron offered up his bed free of rent, and you couldn’t say no.

You walk into the bathroom with your pajamas right as Aaron is finishing lighting a few candles, the bubbles in the water already foaming and you can’t hide your excited eyes.

He gives you a quick kiss on the nose before leaving you to recharge. Once you’re done and in your comfiest pair of pajamas -- which is really your favorite t-shirt and shorts that you have to wash every few days so you can continually wear them to bed -- you head out to the living room.

There, Aaron is already waiting with your favorite snacks, your favorite blankets, and Netflix on the TV, ready for you to choose your movie -- it’ll be one of your few safe movies, but you need to choose nonetheless.

After cuddling into his side with blankets wrapped around you, you look up at him with a smile. “I love you.”

He leans down to kiss you in response.

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Fics

intelligence & issues** 🥂✔️ ✨

Hotch x BAU Agent!Fem!Reader; Completed

Summary: You’ve been working for the BAU for almost a year now. You know how you feel about your supervisor, but you also know it’s a lost cause. When the next case the BAU is assigned takes the team to your hometown, will it bring the two of you closer, or rip you apart for good?

General themes/warnings: age gap (14 years), slight BDSM & Dom/sub undertones, eventual smut, SLOW BURN, lots of angst, soft!Hotch at times, sexual assault/rape cases, PTSD

Unconventional** ✨ (formerly FSOAH)

Hotch x Fem!Reader AU; Officially discontinued, sorry lovelies!

Summary: You’re in your last semester of college and your senior project consists of a novel written in a genre you haven’t yet explored. Romance. There’s one small problem, though. You’ve never experienced romance before and the thought of true love kind of makes you want to gag. It’s partly because of your own issues, and partly because, well, guys your age just don’t do it for you. So what happens when you stumble into a meeting with an older guy who is willing to show you the ropes of romance, with no strings attached?

General themes/warnings: age gap (20ish years), BDSM, Dom/sub relationship, Daddy/Sir kink, somewhat of a sugar daddy relationship, smut is basically a plot point guys, minors DNI

Bye Bye, Baby // Don’t You (part two) // That’s When (part three) ❤️‍🔥🍄✔️

Hotch x Fem!Reader; Completed!

Summary: Hotch broke up with you and you run into each other four years later, only now you have a daughter who looks just like him.

Warnings: songfics, angst, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of puking, happy ending :))

One-shots

From oldest to newest

delicate 🌻 🍄

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hotch doesn’t go to bars. Until he meets you at one.

General themes/warnings: age gap (give or take 20 years), songfic, tooth-rotting fluff, one scene of sexual harassment (but not graphic)

no body, no crime // part two** // vigilante shit (part three)**✨

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re the unsub and Hotch knows it, but he just can’t prove it. (Based on the song by Taylor Swift!)

General themes/warnings: songfic, not fluff but also not angst?, sensual in places, lots of smut in part 2 + 3!! 18+ only

winter love (all i want for christmas is you) ❤️‍🔥🍄🎄

Hotch x high school best friend!Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Hotch were best friends in high school, until he met Haley, and then graduated, leaving you all alone to finish high school and deal with the loss of your first love. Years later, you return home to Virginia to find Hotch is still around, and the two of you run into one another at your old coffee shop.

General themes/warnings: Christmas themed! Some angst, mutual pining, Hotch and Haley are divorced and Jack was never born (and it’s ~10k words you’re welcome)

satan’s waterfall** 🍄

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: Period sex with Hotch...that’s it, that’s the fic.

General themes/warnings: shower sex, period sex, Daddy kink, “good girl”, slight size kink, y’all are newly married (but that’s not a big plot point bc it’s basically pwp)

down to earth ❤️‍🔥🍄

this was requested!

Hotch x GN!Reader (but he does call reader “Honey”)

Summary: You and Hotch are in the middle of a (stupid) argument when you flinch, raising your arms to block him, because you thought he was going to hit you.

General themes/warnings: angst, fluff, depiction of PTSD, mentions of past abuse

good girl**✨

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: You teased Hotch and his response was to fuck your face.

General themes/warnings: smut, facefucking, 18+ minors DNI, mentions of denial, mentions of spanking, Daddy kink, “good girl” “little one”

version of you ❤️‍🔥 🍄✨

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hotch helps you find the courage to end your abusive relationship for good.

General themes/warnings: depiction of an abusive relationship, domestic violence, angst, happy ending

sleepy** 🍄🌻✨

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sleepy sex with Aaron. That’s it. That’s the fic.

General themes/warnings: fluffy smut (obvi), cockwarming (while falling asleep)

you’re still a traitor ❤️‍🔥

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hotch didn’t cheat, but he betrayed you. (Based on “traitor” by Olivia Rodrigo)

Warnings: all angst, mentions of sex, mentions of excessive drinking, no happy ending (and no part 2 soz)

i’m hardwired differently 🍄✨🌈

Hotch x Autistic!Fem!Reader

Summary: Sometimes your self-doubt gets the best of you, but Aaron is always there to hold you.

Warnings: small meltdown, anxious thoughts, established relationship

painfully professional ❤️‍🔥🍄🌻

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re a new agent at the BAU and everyone has warmed up to you except your boss. It’s tearing you apart, but you don’t know why.

Warnings: angst beginning, fluffy ending, mentions of being stood up on a date

i’ve been leaving you for months now ❤️‍🔥

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Aaron is the best you’ve ever had. And equally as painful. Which is what made it so hard to leave. (Songfic)

Warnings: all angst, like no fluff (unless you absolutely fuckin SQUINT)

leave your lover ❤️‍🔥

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Hotch should leave your lovers and be with one another. But he’ll never leave Haley.

Warnings: all angst, some fluff, no happy ending, mentions of nsfw things but nothing explicit, basically an affair (but not really?? depends on your own morals ig)

hard-headed 🍄

Hotch x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: Hotch is hard-headed. But so are you.

Warnings: none! all fluff <3

halley’s comet 🍄

Hotch x Babysitter!Fem!Reader

Summary: You’ve babysat Jack Hotchner for years, and slowly fallen in love with his dad (on accident).

Warnings: mostly fluff, some angst, very happy ending :))

last kiss ❤️‍🔥

Hotch x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: songfic based on “Last Kiss” by Taylor Swift

Warnings: angst angst angst, fluffy interludes, not a happy ending (soz)

i don’t even know my last name // part two

Hotch x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: songfic based on “Last Name” by Carrie Underwood

Warnings: angst, reckless/drunk Hotch, many mentions of alcohol, alluding to smut, fluff

forehead kisses that could mend any wound ✨🌈

Hotch x Autistic!Fem!Reader

Summary: You never know how to deal with death. Aaron helps you cope in healthy ways.

Warnings: angst and fluff, depiction of a meltdown, mentions of death/loss of a loved one

he’s different, he’s better 🍄

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: comparing your past relationship to your one with Hotch

Warnings: straight up FLUFF

better**

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: basically the smutty part 2 to the one shot above!

Warnings: straight up FILTH

“aren’t you going to thank me?”**

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: this was a prompt!

Warnings: smut <3 oral (f receiving)

long day 🌈

Hotch x Autistic!Fem!Reader

Summary: comforting Hotch after he’s had a long day :(

Warnings: none! very sfw

another man’s jeans**✨

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Aaron used to date years ago, back when you both were too immature to know what you wanted -- but you knew you wanted each other. Now he’s working a case in the city where you live, and you want to have a little bit of fun ;))

Warnings: jealous!Hotch, smut ;) grinding, oral sex (f receiving), brief handjob, slight size kink, unprotected sex (use a condom irl for the love of GOD), dub-con (VERY slight, I think, but there are some moments where I can see it being questionable; just remember reader & Aaron used to be together, so this isn’t their first rodeo with each other, if you know what I mean)

memories ❤️‍🔥🍄

Hotch x Fem!Reader; for the ex I used he/him pronouns

Summary: Your ex broke up with you out of nowhere. Hotch comforts you, and even confesses something he’s been holding back for a long time.

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, nothing else <3

recompense** ✨

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hotch forgot all about your date night. He makes it up to you, though.

Warnings: 18+ only pleaseeee y’all know the drill, slight sub!Hotch/dom!reader, light bondage, grinding, angst, MAYBE dubcon if you absolutely squint

faking it 🍄✨🌈

Hotch x Autistic!Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re in a constant state of masking, of faking who you are, but Hotch doesn’t want you to hide anymore.

Warnings: sprinkles of angst, lots of fluff, many mentions of masking as an autistic person, one bed trope’

the open road** ✨

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: All the times you and Hotch spent on the open road, and the one where you couldn’t help yourself.

Warnings: smut 18+ only blah blah we know the drill (pls!), car sex!! blowjob ;)) unprotected sex (don’t be like them, use a condom), lots of teasing, lots of fluff/smut adjacent dialogue

gold star ❤️‍🔥🍄✨

Hotch x Teacher!Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re Jack’s teacher and Aaron is basically your nemesis. Until he’s not.

Warnings: angst! talks of parent death, therapy, bad parenting/emotional neglect, y’know the works. Lots of fluff tho to make up for it. And a happy ending!

baby, please come home** 🍄🎄

Beard!Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hotch has been overseas for three months and counting, and now it looks like he won’t be home in time for Christmas.

Warnings: mention of marriage, Hotch is a (playful) asshole, smut 18+ only pls minors dni!!!, unprotected p in v (wrap it irl pls i beg), oral (m and f receiving), sleepy sex, cockwarming, teasing

man after midnight

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: The team goes out for a New Year’s Eve party and it ends in the best way possible.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, teeth-rotting fluff

Will you be my Valentine?

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: Each time a new member of the BAU figured out Hotch had feelings for you…and when he finally told you.

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff babes. It’s vile how cute this is

kiss her, you fool

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're in the middle of spring cleaning when Aaron calls and says he forgot something at your place (he didn't).

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff as usual

Headcanons/short blurbs

overprotective&comforting!Hotch after you have surgery 🍄

this was requested!

allll fluff :))

x fem!reader

perfect cozy sunday (weekend) with hotch** 🍄

this was requested!

mostly fluff with a teeny bit of smut at the end

x fem!reader

night routine with hotch 🍄

this was requested!

alllll fluff :))

x reader

no one knows you’re hotch’s girlfriend...and derek tries to flirt with you 🍄

this was requested!

all fluff :))

x fem!reader

coming out (daughter!reader) 🍄

totally self-indulgent :)

fluff!

adopted!daughter!reader

some mentions of anxiety, being too anxious to eat, but nothing graphic/major

beauty isn’t skin deep (comfort for eczema) 🍄

also totally self-indulgent

fluff!

x fem!reader

anxious thoughts, sad thoughts, and mentions of picking at your skin/bleeding

Last Updated: April 11th, 2024

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