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It Won't Last Forever (Chapter 1)

Title: It Won’t Last Forever (Chapter 1)

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

Warnings: canon-typical Criminal Minds sadness and/or violence, blood, light injury description

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS: panic attack description, flashbacks, alludes to PTSD, family death

Spoilers: S5 SPOILERS

Notes: I changed the end of the episode a bit. Sorrynotsorry.

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

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

Information creds at the end; I took some info verbatim to use in some of Spencer’s info dumps

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

Word count: 3,169

“Sometimes the loudest cries for help are silent.” Harlan Coben

The scene the team walked into wasn’t quite what they expected it would be. Hell, it wasn't what Hotch expected it would be. Not in the end anyway. He expected the blood on the floor. Even on the walls. But he thought he would walk in and find Foyet and be part of the final fight. What he didn’t expect was to find his daughter slightly beaten standing in the bedroom with a gun in her hands and Foyet dead on the floor - a bullet hole dead center in his forehead. 

Hotch quickly went to check that Jack was ok and send him out of the house with JJ before coming back to see his daughter. 

Y//n heard his movement and spun on her heel, gun pointed at him, eyes wild and body shaking.

“Y/n, honey, it’s me. It’s dad,” he said, holding his hands up in a calming manner. 

“Daddy?” she whispered shakily, body still trembling. 

“That’s right, sweetheart. It’s ok now. I need you to drop the gun, honey.” Hotch had tears running down his face from grief and he couldn’t hide that right now. But he also needed to talk Y/n down, who was clearly in shock. 

The girl’s eyes flicked down to the weapon in her hands and she began to shake more. She looked back up at her dad. “I worked the case, too. I… I had to… I couldn’t let him hurt Jack too…” she trailed off as she turned her head to the ground and saw her mother’s lifeless body laying there. 

“I know, honey. It’s ok. But I need you to drop the gun now, ok? It’s all over.”

She looked down at the gun again, to Foyet’s body, then her dad and finally dropped the gun. Hotch was quick to kick it away and pull his daughter into his arms, glad she was safe. Her arms stayed at her sides and she stared straight ahead into the hallway. Hotch pulled back and tried to look into her eyes but they were devoid of anything. He called Morgan back into the room and asked him to take Y/n outside to have her looked at and informed him that she was in shock. Hotch walked over to Haley’s body and Morgan put an arm around Y/n’s shoulders to lead her to the ambulance outside. 

Each member of the team watched her, ready to offer comfort and condolences but Y/n just stared empty ahead. They looked at each other, concerned, but chalked it up to her being in shock. Some might think this day would be the eye of the storm. But the storm was just getting started. 

Hotch did his best to be there for his kids through losing Haley while not neglecting his own feelings and need to cope. Jack was so young that he didn’t fully understand what was going on; Y/n, though, should have been showing signs of coping. Or even just feeling. But she didn’t. For a teenager who just lost her mother, she was surprisingly calm. Hotch hadn’t seen her cry once since her death. And frankly, he was concerned. He tried approaching her and getting her to talk but she just kept telling him she was fine. She put on a happier façade around Jack but Hotch could see right through it. The rest of his team, when they would visit, noticed too. They were all worried. 

One Saturday, Hotch had to go into work. Jack was over at a friend’s house and would be sleeping over so that would leave Y/n by herself. 

He stopped by her room and tapped his knuckles on her door. A very quiet ‘come in’ sounded and he opened the door to find the girl sitting in the window seat staring outside, arms hugging her knees to her chest. 

“Hey, sweetheart. The team and I have to go into work. Do you want to come with me? Say hi to everyone? They all miss you. Might be a good idea to get out of the house for a bit with Jack at his friend’s,” he suggested.

Y/n let out a sigh through her nose and reluctantly nodded. She grabbed a hoodie and her mini backpack. Hotch held an arm out and she let him wrap it around her shoulders and lead her to the car. 

The ride to the BAU was quiet and uncomfortable. Well, it was uncomfortable for Hotch anyway. He spared glances at Y/n as she stared blankly out the window as they drove, no emotion to her features. 

As they entered the bullpen, all eyes looked up and smiles appeared on everyone’s faces. 

“Heeey! What’s happening Y/n/n?” Morgan said, getting up and opening his arms for a hug. Y/n returned the hug to a bare minimum and remained quiet. 

“Hey, how’s it going Y/n?” Emily was next, rocking her a bit as they hugged. The girl shrugged and let Spencer hug her next. 

“I think I found the perfect book for you to read next,” he said. Y/n forced a half smile and nodded. 

JJ came up next but decided against saying anything, noticing her reactions, or rather, lack thereof. 

“Oh my goodness gracious did I hear that baby Hotchner is here?!” Penelope’s voice rang through the room. She ran over and practically crushed Y/n in her arms. “Why did no one tell me our favorite Hotchner was coming?! Oh uh, no offense, sir,” she added, looking at her boss. 

He gave a small, humored smile. “Non taken.”

Penelope looked back to Y/n and frowned. “Oh my sweetness. What’s going on? Talk to Auntie Penny.”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, then turned to her dad. “I’m gonna go to your office.”

“Alright, sweetheart.”

The team watched as she ascended the stairs, accepting a hug from Rossi as he came out of his own office, and shut herself in her dad’s. 

Morgan looked over to Hotch as Rossi came down. “She still isn’t saying anything?”

Hotch shook his head. 

“Have you tried taking her to therapy?” Rossi asked.

“She won’t even talk to me, Dave. Why would she talk to a stranger?”

“Because it’s not you. You should know that sometimes it’s hardest to open up to those you’re closest to.”

Hotch sighed. “I don’t think she’d take to the idea. She won’t even admit to anything being wrong.”

“Could she still be in shock?” Morgan offered.

“This far away from the trauma? It’s been a couple weeks - is that common?” JJ asked. 

“Typically, emotional shock lasts for minutes to days, but can last for weeks to months depending on the severity of the trauma. And considering there are multiple sources of trauma for Y/n that her mind is pulling from it’s actually not surprising that she’s still experiencing symptoms,” Reid came in with an info dump. 

“As much as I’m worried about Y/n, I’d like to get this case out of the way,” Hotch said, trying to change the subject. The others nodded slightly solemnly and got to work. 

A few hours into the visit, Y/n left her dad’s office to grab a snack. She passed the round table room and heard snippets of the team talking. 

“He may have the same mask but this man is nothing like Foyet.”

Y/n froze and almost tripped over her feet. Her breath caught in her throat and she shook her head to try and clear it. 

The movement caught Morgan’s attention and he tapped Hotch to stop his mention of Foyet. 

“You ok, kid?” Morgan called out to her. 

Snapping out of her thoughts, Y/n nodded. “Yeah, fine,” she said, and continued walking. The team shared looks but continued their work. 

Y/n bounced down the steps to the break room. She grabbed a glass from the counter and filled it with water and went to get a snack from one of the cabinets but the door was stuck. She groaned and gave a harder tug. With a bit too much momentum, the door flew open and the corner caught her under her eye. She gasped and dropped the glass, causing it to shatter on the ground. This caught the team’s attention from upstairs. 

The sting under her eye sent her back two weeks and suddenly Foyet was in front of her. 

“You weren’t the one I was figuring on fighting. But I’ll take it,” he smirked, punching her again. She fell to the ground, hands getting cut on the glass under her. But she didn’t notice. 

She kicked his knee, sending him to the ground with her. He grabbed his leg and she had the chance to get up. 

“Y/n.” That wasn’t Foyet’s voice. 

She grabbed the gun that had fallen out of her hands and pointed it at Foyet. He grabbed her legs and pulled them from under her. She gasped as her head hit the ground. 

Hotch tried grabbing Y/n’s flailing limbs to keep her from injuring herself further. He was trying to get through to her and get her to open her eyes but it was like she didn’t hear him. 

Y/n kicked her legs at him and landed one in the face. She took the moment to stand once more and shoot him square in the forehead. 

“Y/n!”

Y/n sucked in a deep breath as her eyes opened and she saw her father in front of her, his familiar grip on her wrists. 

“Daddy?” she whispered. Her body was shaking. 

Hotch swallowed the sob his body wanted to release at the familiarity of these events. “That’s right, sweetheart. It’s ok now.”

Y/n glanced around the room to remind herself where she was and saw blood on the ground. 

Haley’s body lay on the floor, blood seeping through her clothes from multiple gunshot wounds. She let out a broken gasp and moved away.

She jerked and tried to back away but Hotch kept his grip on her. She began hyperventilating. 

“Y/n, honey, everything is fine. That’s your blood, you cut your hands. You’re at the BAU.” He tried to keep his tone light but he was desperate to help his little girl. He didn’t know what to do.

“Hotch, maybe let me try?” Spencer spoke up. 

“She’s my daughter,” he defended. 

“Aaron, she needs someone who’s level-headed right now,” Rossi said. “Let the kid help.”

Hotch gave Spencer an apologetic look and nodded. Spencer hobbled over and carefully knelt down to Y/n’s level. 

“N/n, it’s Spencer,” he said gently. “I need you to look at me; can you do that, sweetheart?”

Y/n’s ears picked up on ‘N/n.’ Only one person ever called her that. Her wild eyes looked around until they landed on the youngest member of the BAU team. 

“Spencer,” she gasped, still hyperventilating. 

He smiled a bit. “That’s it. I need you to try and breathe for me ok? You’re having a panic attack. Can I help you move away from the glass?”

The girl nodded and Spencer guided her away and into a chair that Rossi had pulled out for her.

“Good job. Now, follow my breathing ok? Breath in for four, hold for four, let out for four.”

The girl nodded but as soon as she tried to take a deep breath, a sob came out making her practically choke on it. Hotch held a hand over his mouth and turned away, unable to stand seeing his daughter like this. 

Spencer rubbed Y/n’s back soothingly as she coughed. 

“Alright, that’s ok. Put your head between your knees instead. Putting your head below your heart will increase blood circulation to your brain and keep you from getting dizzy or passing-“

“Reid,” Morgan interrupted him, afraid his info dump would make things worse. 

“No,” Y/n whimpered. “Keep talking.” Listening to Reid talk was actually helping and giving her something else to focus on.

The boy nodded and kept guiding her actions as he continued talking, keeping a gentle tone instead of the usual teacher-like one his info dumps typically sported. “Morgan, grab some ice,” he said over his shoulder then turned back to Y/n. “Panic attacks are common for a number of psychological illnesses and can be connected to trauma. There are different types of attacks and I’m assuming this is situational-induced attack; these occur as a response to something specific and expected. They can happen in anticipation of a trigger or immediately after exposure to it. Triggers from traumatic events are quite common. Thanks, Morgan. Here, hold this. One way to stop panic attacks, especially when steadying your breathing is difficult, is to stimulate the senses. This works to interrupt the automatic reactions to the panic attack to snap the body out of the symptoms. Smelling something strong or holding ice are common methods and usually the most helpful. And one of the most important things to remember,” he added as he saw she finally began to relax, “is that while panic attacks may feel like they are never-ending, but they usually peak within 10 minutes. It won’t last forever.”

“It won’t last forever,” she whispered after him. 

Spencer nodded and pushed some hair out of her face when she looked up. “It won’t last forever. You did great, N/n.”

The girl gave a small smile. It was the first real one Hotch had seen since before Haley died. He let out a relieved sigh and Rossi squeezed his shoulder. 

Spencer glanced at Hotch and looked back at Y/n. “Can you let your dad clean your hands and eye up, Y/n? Those need to be taken care of.”

The girl nodded and Spencer smiled and kissed her head as he stood to walk away. Hotch put a hand on his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. A silent ‘thank you.’ Spencer patted Hotch’s shoulder and left the room. 

Y/n’s eyes drooped a bit as tiredness overtook her. The panic attack had drained a lot of her energy. Hotch let her sit in silence as he tended to her wounds, not missing the flinch when he first touched her eye. But he wouldn’t bring it up now. He now knew he couldn’t wait for her to be comfortable talking but he would at least wait until she had more energy.

After wrapping her hands and cleaning her eye, Hotch took Y/n home. The team was just about done for the day anyway and the others told him that Y/n was his main priority right now. He thanked them and left.

It was around dinner time when they arrived home so Hotch suggested Y/n get changed into some comfy clothes and take a nap while he ordered takeout. She wordlessly nodded and went to her room. Hotch sighed and grabbed his phone to get working on dinner.

When the food came, Hotch and Y/n ate in silence save for the TV in the background. Y/n seemed to be a little less tired but Hotch could tell she had a lot of things running through her mind. 

Once they finished eating and the dishes were taken care of, Hotch approached Y/n before she could retreat to her room.

“Honey? Can we talk please?”

Y/n looked at her father and saw hope in his eyes. But almost in a pleading way. She weighed her options in her head but soon gave a resigned sigh and nodded. She took her dad’s outstretched hand and let him lead her to the couch. Y/n hugged her legs to her chest and Hotch brought a leg up so he could face her.

“Y/n…you don’t have to share anything you don’t want to…I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. But sweetheart, you have to let something out. Anything. I was going to let things go until you weren’t in shock but after today I don’t feel comfortable considering that luxury anymore. We’ve all been through a lot and you’re no exception. Keeping things bottled up isn’t healthy. As much as I hate to see you upset, it’s worried me that you haven’t cried once. Please just tell me something, honey. No one can help you if you don’t let us in.”

As Hotch talked, Y/n could feel the slightest sting begin behind her eyes. In all honesty - she was worried about her lack of emotion too. But she didn’t have it in her to say anything about it. It took too much energy.

She let out another sigh and looked down at her hands. “I haven’t said anything the past two weeks because I haven’t felt anything the past two weeks,” she said quietly. “It’s like my mind was a void. I put on a happy face for Jack because I know he needs me. But the rest of the time I just couldn’t be bothered. But today…”

Hotch watched her as her voice drifted off. “What happened today?” he asked gently.

Y/n took a shaky breath. “I heard someone say his name and I froze. I don’t know why. But I couldn’t move for a second. Then in the break room the stupid cabinet was stuck then it hit my eye when I tried jerking it open and all of a sudden I was back there. He was in front of me. It was like I was living it all over again.” At this point, her voice started shaking and tears were glossing over her eyes. “He had punched me when I threatened him and that’s what I think brought it on. It was in the same place the door hit. I could hear you calling my name sometimes but it sounded far away. But I saw everything again and I…I felt. I think it happened too fast the first time and my brain couldn’t catch up, b-but this time…this time it could.” She turned her red eyes up to her father’s, which were also beginning to redden. “I-I shot him, dad. I killed someone. And mom-” a cry escaped her lips and Hotch wasted no time in pulling her into his arms.

Ugly sobs forced their way out of Y/n’s lips as she clung to her father for dear life. Her fingers dug into his shoulders but right now he couldn’t care less.

“I couldn’t save her, daddy! I tried!”

Hotch started crying harder at seeing Y/n breaking down. “I know- I know you did, sweetheart. It’s ok. It wasn’t your job to. It’s not your fault.”

Y/n buried her face into his shoulder, soaking his shirt with tears and snot. They both wrapped their arms around each other tighter and cried. Hotch held her head with one hand while the other remained on her back, rubbing up and down. 

Nothing else was said. Right now, nothing else needed to be said. The Hotchner family had each other’s backs. They had a long road ahead of them, but they would get through it. Together.

Misty Copeland once said: “Be strong, be fearless, be beautiful. And believe that anything is possible when you have the right people there to support you.”

(Chapter 2) ->

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What Angels Fear 

Category: ANGST 

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader 

The aftermath of Aaron being shot by Foyet from his daughters pov.

Content warnings: PTSD, shootings, hospitals, sadness, fear, guns, dad Aaron. Reader is seventeen and jack and haley do not exist

wc; 1.4k

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Seeing him this way destroyed you completely. It was understandable, he was shot while you slept in the other room. As to why Foyet decided not to touch you was loss on everyone. 

You knew about how hard his job was and the challenges he faced. Being unit chief was a hard job but your dad handled everything that life had thrown at him. 

He fought hard not to bring his cases home to you. Always keeping the house as serial-killer free as possible. The house was always filled with laughs and movie nights. All you both had was each other. 

The older you got the more you realized it was hard for him. He’d come in your room after certain cases and just hold you. It was one particular case where he didn’t want you to leave his side. 

Having to spend two entire nights in an FBI building wasn’t ideal but you got to skip school so it was a win. 

Aaron was your hero and you hated to see him this way. You were affected by the shooting also, waking up to just a pile of blood on the floor without your dad. 

Calling his phone just to hear it ringing in the other room, it was nerve racking to say the least. Your Aunt Emily had to search the house for you. She found you in the closet soaked in sweat and tears. 

When they told you he was in the hospital, you didn’t leave his side for a second. By the time he got home things had started to get better. Of course he jumped right back into work but it was expected. 

Everything was fine until two nights ago. It had been late and he was on a case. When you weren’t babysitting for JJ or with friends you were home alone. 

Your dad hated leaving you there after Foyet but he had cameras out and inside the apartment. It made you and him feel safer knowing that Gracia was constantly checking up on you. 

It was around 11 at night when you finally finished binging the latest teen drama you could find. Putting in your headphones, you headed toward the kitchen for a snack. Starting a song and opening your door you walked down the dark hallway. 

Seeing that the faint light above the sink was on you knew your dad was home now. What you didn’t know was that your dad did not hear you come down the hall. Well, he heard you, he just didn’t know it was you. 

Before you could make it to the kitchen your dad was already standing there with his gun drawn. 

Pointed directly at you.

“Daddy?” You said softly headphone now out of your ears with your phone close to your chest looking for some comfort. 

He stood there still as a statue with the scariest look you’ve ever seen on his face. The barrel of his gun still aimed at you.  

“Dad? It’s me! Y/n!” you yelled attempting to get him to stop. 

“It’s your daughter, daddy please stop!” You yelled at him through your tears but he wouldn’t budge. You had never felt real fear until now. Your dad was going to kill you. 

You walked back slowly with sobs, as he began to snap out of it. Aaron look down at his hands and then back up at you. Your face crushed him completely, he scared you. 

“Y/N I’m ——” He said walking toward you slowly causing you to run into your room and lock the door. 

He softly knocked and tried to open the door, “Y/n im so sorry honey, I don’t — I don’t know why please sweets, I’m sorry.” You could hear that he was crying and how hurt he was. You couldn’t do it though because truthfully you were scared. 

How could he? Your dad had his gun pointed at you. A gun you know he’s pointed at some of the worst people to exist. 

The emotions you were feeling was all over the place. Terror which made you angry, which then turned to sadness. 

He’s probably so mad at himself. You know he didn’t mean it. Your dad was your hero he would never point a gun at you, that’s not who he is. 

That’s the thing, that wasn’t who he was. He was a man that was shot by a psychopath in his own home. Not to mention said man was still out there somewhere. 

You still couldn’t face your dad right now, usually you were good at these type of things. Well your dad was, he was always there to help you with everything. 

Mean girls, failing test, period cramps he was there by your side to comfort you. But this time you only had one person you could think of. 

Uncle Spence 

He knew everything and was there for you whenever you needed a friend. Most of the time he was the one you talked to when you need raw advice. 

He was the youngest on the team so he could kind of understand you better. 

You dialed him fast and just told him to come over. You just needed someone to help you because it was like you couldn’t breathe. 

It had been a moment until you heard a knock on your door again. You jumped and your heart was pounding all over again.

“Y/N, it’s Spencer” the voice was soft and your body calmed down.  You unlocked the door opening it to your dad sitting on the floor. 

Distraught wasn’t the word. Broken. You swallowed it down and quickly closed the door. Spencer sat on your desk chair as you sat on the bed. By the look on his face you knew your dad already told him what happened. 

“He told me what happened” he said softly, 

“I’ve never seen him like that Uncle Spence.”

“I know.” He reassured you, 

“He was just gone and it was like nothing there. Just black and it scared me.” You were now full blown crying.

“I know, it’s just harder for him dealing with George Foyet. He came into your home and almost murdered your father with you 75 feet away.”

You nodded knowing how scared your dad was in that moment, not knowing if you were alright. He continued,

“I know it’s no excuse but he has ptsd from it but we both know he’ll never admit. I think he’s more upset that he hurt you.”

Tears grew in your eyes again thinking about your dad and how he felt. 

“I have to see him” you quickly got up heading to the door with Spencer behind. You opened to see your dad standing outside the door. He still couldn’t leave you without knowing if you were okay.

“Daddy” swinging the door open and running into his arms, he held you tighter than ever. You both were crying 

“I’m so so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” He explained, “I don’t know what’s  gotten into me,” 

You were still hugging him buried into his chest “I’m fine dad I know you didn’t mean it” pulling back to make eye contact with him. 

Once Spencer left you and your dad sat on the couch snuggled into each other. It was still a tense feeling with you both but it didn’t matter. You loved your dad and you knew, from your Uncle Spence, what trauma can do to a person. 

“If you don’t feel safe here I can arrange for you to stay with Spencer or Jennifer, I don’t want to .. hurt you.” 

His voice was the smallest you’ve ever heard it, and it broke you a little. The strongest man you know at his weakest. 

“Dad” 

“Y/n I almost shot you. I pointed my gun at my baby girl.” 

He looked over at with tears falling from his eyes same as you. 

“I know dad but you would never hurt me. See I’m fine” showing him that you were perfectly fine cause truthfully you were.

“I know you went through the unimaginable and I want to stay here with you cause you’re my hero.” Smiling up at him as you continued,

“You’re just having a hard time right now and I can’t blame you for that. That’s what you always taught me that people aren’t their bad days. I love you dad. Always.”

Laying back on his shoulder choosing to leave the conversation at that. Hard days, weeks, and months always happened and today was his. 

“I love you too sweets, always” he said wiping his tears and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. Better days were coming for the both of you. 

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bau team one shot

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - first glance 

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 -  none

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - melody is the daughter of fbi's bau unit chief aaron hotchner, and this is when she first meets the rest of his team but most importantly, the youngest member of the team, the resident genius.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - i've already written this before as an austin butler one-shot and shane filan and decided to do another one for the bau team but with spencer specifically.

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melody hotchner couldn't take her eyes off him. she wasn't supposed to even be with her dad at the unit's headquarter's today, ssa derek morgan knew that but, derek just couldn't let his boss' daughter go any longer without meeting the lovely resident genius that was the exact same age as his unit chief's daughter and was the one that derek wanted melody to meet because he just "knew" that they belonged together and just looked as though they'd be the perfect couple. 

melody and the bau, who the rest of them she didn't know, only knowing david rossi and derek morgan, had yet to meet because both the team and melody were always busy, go figure, whenever anyone, whether it was derek, david or even aaron himself tried to get the rest of his team and young girl to meet. it wasn't because the team and melody didn't want to meet, of course they did, they were just always having clashes with cases and melody's college classes that got in the way of them meeting, until this very day that melody wasn't at college and derek forcefully grabbed melody from her spot on the couch in her father's office. losing his mind, that all of the bau weren't doing anything special but paperwork but most importantly, spencer, would finally be in the office the same day that melody was as he urged for the girl who he called "little hotch" to meet who derek called "pretty boy". oh, and it's also worth mentioning that the entire bau team had made a bet as to who in the team out of aaron, derek and david would get melody to be introduced to spencer and the rest of the team and win $50 from the other two who lost the bet and, derek did. which, of course, made him happy, because it also gave him some bragging rights if the two, melody and spencer, did ever start dating. so, he was even more happier, derek, when melody didn't argue with being semi-forcefully grabbed by her wrist and humiliatingly pulled through the bau unit's floor until the two were meters from the pretty boy himself.

"...derek, what on earth are you doing? i'm not supposed to leave my dad's off--"

"--morgan, hey, didn't realise you were still working on your paperwork today...''

"reid...umm, i...i, there's someone that i want for you to meet. i...i'm aware this is bad timing since you're supposed to be finishing up paperwork but, umm, this is hotch's daughter, melody. i know that hotch, rossi and i, even, have been trying to get the rest of the team to meet melody but, since you two especially always seemed to have clashes in your schedules that meant that whenever melody was here, you were either at home or still finishing up a case but, now, everyone's finally all here at the same time. so...once again, this...this is melody hotchner, spencer!" derek shouldn't have looked so excited that he had won $50 and bragging rights but, he did and it was sort of embarrassing for both melody and spencer but, it was still funny

melody shyly stepped out from behind derek and spencer couldn't help the way he just stared at her in amazing. this was his unit chief's daughter? the melody hotchner? he couldn't believe that he was finally meeting the girl that was always talked about by hotch, rossi and morgan. it was completely silent between the two before spencer shyly spoke up with a small smile on his lips.

"...hi...hello...hi...mel...melody, i..i'm spencer but you-you probably already knew that..." spencer nervously giggled as he tried to keep his hands from sweating considering he was moments from going back in to write the rest of the reports he had to write up

"...hey spencer, yes i am melody and yes, i do know already that your name is spencer *giggles*. it's so very nice to finally meet you after always either just missing you completely or you just not being in here at the same time or one of us coming in whilst the other one was leaving. i've truly heard so many good things about you and the rest of your team so, i full trust that my dad made an amazing decision by keeping you guys as his team..." melody smiled brightly as spencer felt his cheeks go red and his heart rate get quicker when derek took that as his cue to just straight up leave 

"...thanks, melody. i know i shouldn't but, speaking for myself and the rest of the team, we are beyond grateful that we were given this chance to be under your father's wonderful supervision and guidance,"spencer smiled as he slowly got more confident throughout the conversation, melody too smiled 

the longer the two talked, the more comfortable they both became with one another. the rest of the team and hotch walked in to the bullpen to see the one thing they had all wished for (well, hotch and ross that is), they couldn't hide their pride and smiles for derek for getting it to finally happen. hotch chuckled quietly as he watched with his arms crossed at his daughter and the doctor, who former senior supervisory special agent jason gideon personally vetted to have reid join the team at the young age of twenty-two. as the two started talking and asking each other questions as if the both of them hadn't already been fed information about each other before this moment.

the two giggled and smiled as they continued to find out more interesting stuff about one another as if spencer wasn't supposed to be returning back to his paperwork for the case they finished two days ago. time was just non-existant when they were together, they could talk for hours upon hours and not realise that they had been talking to each other for hours until checking the time on the clock or having to be jokingly told off by hotch or morgan that spencer was meant to be finishing his paperwork, not blabbering and wasting time but, because it was aaron's daughter and spencer, they'd let it slide.

by the time the bau team had finished all the paperwork and another ten months of cases, it was obvious that spencer and melody had grown closer and could be very well labelled as a romantic couple. for ages, it was rumoured for a few months that they were dating but, it wasn't until a very specific case that caused spencer to be kidnapped and drugged and the way they saw how melody reacted when she saw spencer in the hospital for the first time, it became obvious to everyone and the two decided "fuck it" and announced it to the rest of their team, excluding hotch who obviously already knew and never even needed convincing to approve, that they were dating and were finally ready to label their relationship as a romantic one and not a platonic one.

and it was all because of that first glance they had... and derek morgan too.

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just a lil baby one today that i love and thought would be very cute to add into the collection.

ok ily bye xx

wc; 1238

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

[ssa-thotchnerr]

Nerve Gas - Chapter 3

part one part two

Summary – The final chapter in the ‘Nerve Gas’ story. Hotch’s daughter realises she may not be getting out of this one and wants her dad – Hotch does everything he can to save his daughter from a painful demise.

Warnings – Gore, character deaths, angst, sad hotch, reader becomes disabled, sight loss

Word Count –  2.2k

A/N – Wow, fucking finally. 2 years later here we are, finally finished with this series! I hope everyone enjoys this as I have really – believe it or not – enjoyed writing it! Please feel free to like, reblog, and leave feedback, as it is always appreciated!

 The blood in your hand stood out painfully against the paleness of your palm, trying to keep yourself as calm as possible, you wiped it on the leg of your jeans. You knew the nerve gas was making its way around your body and probably shutting down all your vital functions, but you couldn’t give up, despite how much your body was begging you to. You held onto the wall as you made your way down the hallway to try and escape the two that were after you – the two who wanted you dead just because you were your father’s daughter. You stumbled and tripped, grunting painfully as you hit the ground, the wind being knocked out of your compromised lungs. It took a lot of strain for you to get up and back up onto your feet, you struggled before pushing yourself up, only to find your two hunters in front of you – they had found you, their prey.

 Hotch continued to watch you, watched as you tried your hardest to run away from those after you, despite your weak body’s protests for you to stop and let yourself rest, to give up entirely – but you had run in harder conditions. Like when Hotch had to chase after you after you snuck away to try and meet your dealer, desperate for a hit of something stronger than what your anti-depressants provided you with, they didn’t make you numb enough anymore. Hotch remembered that night with a sad smile, it had been the night you had finally admitted your drug problem to him, and your need for help and a way out. You didn’t enjoy doing drugs, it was a necessary evil for you to not have the bad thoughts you so often had. Ben smirked as he looked at Hotch.

“Your daughter is quite something, agent Hotchner,” He chided, watching as rage completely engulfed Hotch, taking over every fibre of his being until all he seen was red, and he had to fight back the urge to swing a punch at the old man for even mentioning you. It was unfair. Why were you made to suffer for his actions, what had you done to deserve this?

“Don’t you dare, mention her. She could be dead, all because of you and what you’ve done to her. She’s a child, what did she do to you to deserve this?” Hotch was in his face. The old man smirked once again, knowing of the outcome of your fate. As Hotch went to speak once more, he heard Derek’s phone ring and turned to him.

“Hey Garcia,” He greeted the technician. Normally she would have reprimanded him for his bland greeting, but these were not normal times, her original BAU baby was missing.

“So I tracked the feed of the camera’s in the house that y/n’s in and,” Garcia stopped with a gasp, and Emily, Hotch and Derek all waited, patience wearing thin between the trio and Garcia on the other end of the phone. “The feed is 2 days old,” She finished without prompt. Hotch felt his stomach drop, if your survival chances were already slim, what about now? “The address is 19 Melville Lane, the house has remained empty since Ben Rogers bought the house in 2013,” She rambled. Hotch looked over at a smirking Ben, whose face held a smug grin, one that made Hotch sick to his stomach the more it all clicked into place. “I’ll send Spencer and Rossi with JJ to the house.” With no time for anyone to reply, Garcia hung up. Emily and Derek watched as Hotch made his way over to the frail unsub, fury written across his face.

“Where is she?” Hotch questioned the man. Ben continued to smirk at the angered hotch, which only infuriated him further – what was so funny about this situation to him, was it the chaos he had caused? Emily made her way over to the row of dusty computers, Derek following after her in curiosity.

“I’m fast forwarding the tape, we can’t waste any more time,” she told him, clicking forward in the tape. Emily gasped as she paused the tape. There you stood, covered in blood, knife in your hands and a manic look in your eyes.

 You didn’t know what happened. The last thing you remembered, you were being chased and felt like you were dying and now here you were – covered in blood with two dead bodies at your feet. Suddenly you fell to your knees, a coughing fit taking over you before you could do anything. Blood came pouring out of your mouth, and you started to panic. You wanted your dad, and you wanted him now, you didn’t want to die alone – but as your body went numb and your eyesight went blurry, you knew it was looking that way. You found yourself curled into a ball, the bitter taste of iron in your mouth and your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier with each passing blink.

And for a moment, everything was peaceful.

No worries.

No thoughts.

Nothing.

Just you and peace.

Until there was nothing but pain, and nothing but agony.

You wanted to be numb again, as the burning sensation in your lungs lit up and made you feel like you couldn’t breathe. As you tried breathing in, you couldn’t – it felt like you were choking on nothing, and if you were being honest, it felt like your first overdose. Lying on a freezing cold floor as your body shut down, all alone. As your eyes rolled up, you caught a glimpse of the man you assumed to be the one who had put you in your current position, too weak to react, you simply exhaled, and went numb for the final time.

 When the police finally came and very forcefully arrested Ben, Hotch made his way over to the computer screens, where he saw Emily with tears glistening in her eyes, and Derek with a look of shock on his face.

“Hotch,” Derek tried to distract him from looking at the screens which showed your fate, but he knew Hotch was angry, he didn’t want him to lash out and hurt someone, or even himself.

“Derek, move, please,” Hotch had his focus on one thing, you. He needed to know that you were okay, that you were in a safe place, as Ben had said you were. Derek couldn’t hold his position much longer but felt a wave of relief when Hotch’s phone rang, and he moved away from the screens. Reid?”

“She’s not here.” Spencer stated. Him and Rossi had gotten to the house, only to be met with 4 dead bodies, none of them yours, and the only trace of you being here your blood on the floor and the knife you held in your hands to kill your hunters.

“What?” Hotch couldn’t believe it. How could you have just vanished like that? His mind ran through all the worst-case scenarios. Had you been trafficked? Or had he just murdered you in cold blood? Emily began to run through all the things Ben had said to Hotch to try and think if there was anything in his words that could have hinted towards where he was holding you if you were even still alive.

“She’s not at this house, Hotch,” Spencer reiterated. Hotch’s heart began to pound – this couldn’t be happening. Emily left to look around, leaving Derek with an increasingly nervous Hotch. As she looked around, Emily spotted a large safe built into the wall, the door laying slightly ajar with a tube running out of it.

Oh.

Oh.

You were in a safe place.

Emily ran towards the safe, gently opening the door in case you really were inside, she didn’t want to spook you. She could have cried when she saw you, curled in on yourself with an oxygen mask on, an IV bag laying by your leg, the needle running into your arm. You where barley awake, but you were breathing.

“Hotch!” Emily called out for your father, who came running in, still on the phone to Reid and Derek following behind him. Hotch’s breath caught in his throat as he saw you, frail and curled up in on yourself, a bit more conscious than you were when Emily had first found you. Lazily, you looked up at your dad, and your eyes widen as you realised, he was real this time, and it wasn’t like your hallucinations since you had been kept in this safe. Hotch hung up on Reid, too concerned to tell him goodbye. He reached in for you and gently brought you out of the safe, careful to keep the IV in your arm and oxygen mask over your face, even though you had taken off – despite your aching chest and inability to catch your own breath.

“Dad,” You gasped out, tears in your eyes as you looked up at your dad, even though you still couldn’t really see. You could make out shapes and colours, but nothing had any depth or other details, everything was fuzzy and blurry. “I can’t see.” You cried out. Hotch pushed your hair away from your face, putting the oxygen mask back over your face as you struggled to breathe from your crying.

“It’s okay honey, I’m here,” He assured you gently, watching as you desperately tried to deblur your vision. “Don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself,” Hotch gently scolded you, you stopped squinting and let out a heavy exhale. “There you go, you’re okay baby.” He didn’t know who he was assuring the most, himself or you. It didn’t matter to him though – you were here, and you were alive in his arms.

 Hotch watched as you put your new glasses on, screwing your face up at the coldness of them. In the weeks and eventual months after your incident, your vision hadn’t returned to what it was before, leaving you partially blind in both eyes.

“Do I look stupid?” You asked your dad, huffing when he moved your head towards him so he could actually see how they looked on your face. “I already hate this.” You stated bluntly, a dramatic frown on your face.

“You’ll survive, honey, and no, you don’t look stupid,” He told you, a sad smile he know you wouldn’t be able to make out on his face, sometimes he just remembers that you would be like this for the rest of your life, dependent on him. “Do you want to keep them on or take them off since you’re going to bed, where your lights are off, or supposed to be.” His sad smile turned into a more happy one as he joked about your failure to go to bed when he asked you to, you only had to wear your glasses during the day when it was light, since your eyes had a strong sensitivity to the light and made your eyesight even worse.

"Oh ha-ha, you’re so funny, dad,” You jabbed back, matching the smile on his face.

“Alright, upstairs,” He gently shoved you towards the stairs and stood behind you as you attempted to make your way up, which you were able to on your own. Hotch gave you a few minutes before badgering you to get into bed. He had had to renovate your room to make it more friendly towards your disability. Your bed no longer had a head or a footboard and was pressed against the wall, so you could easily just fall onto it when you were getting in. Hotch, however, did have a slight panic attack when you had tried to light your candle and nearly set the house on fire. “Are you ready, honey?” He asked you, knocking on the door.

“Yeah,” You replied tiredly, looking over at the door as you heard it creak open. Hotch came over to your bed and sat down on the edge beside you. “I’m sorry you always need to look after me.” You apologised. Hotch frowned.

"Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault, honey,” He assured you. “And I’m your dad, its my job to look after you, especially now that you really need me.” He continued, watching as you had slowly started drifting off to sleep, completely unaware of what he would do for you, and what he would do to keep you safe, to keep you out of the pain and trouble that life had already burdened you and your younger brother with. It was taking Jack a little bit longer to adjust to the new changes to the household, that he wouldn’t be the centre of Hotch’s attention anymore, that you now needed it that bit more than he did. Hotch waited until you were fully asleep before tucking you in and kissing you on the head.

“I love you.”

#aaron hotchner #jack hotchner #SSA HOTCHNER #aaron hotchner x daughter!reader #Aaron Hotch Hotchner #Aaron hotchner x daughter reader #hotchner!reader

[ddejavvu]

if you would ever consider writing more tutor!reid x hotchner! reader, could i please request something where maybe she gets a really high grade on an assignment or midterm and she shows up to the office to tell spencer in person? maybe they’ve been together for a little at this point <333 i hope you’re doing well we appreciate you so much

part 1

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Usually when you rush through the doors of the BAU, you beeline for your dad's office. You've been told not to run a thousand times, but nothing ever stops you when you're excited, and the team has learned to ignore your thunderous footsteps until you've gotten the enthusiasm out of your system.

This time, though, instead of racing up the stairs, you rush to Spencer's desk.

"Spence!" You call, and he has little time to turn and take you in before you're grabbing greedily at his face, pressing your lips to his in a clumsy, over-eager kiss.

Ever-dramatic, several BAU mouths fall open around the bullpen. Emily's eyes are shining with amusement, and Derek looks like he's seen a ghost, while various shit-eating grins pass around the small space. Spencer reacts slow, but places his hand over your own on his cheek, blinking bewilderedly when you draw back.

"Angel-" He starts, and the team is only more enthused to hear a nickname like that drop from his lips like it's commonplace, "What-?"

"I got a 100%," You breathe, almost too excited to form actual words. Luckily, you don't have to, because Spencer shoots out of his seat at the news, nearly knocking you backwards if he hadn't caught you around the waist.

The kiss he presses to your lips is equally as urgent and impromptu as the one you'd captured him in, only this time he's the one holding onto you. You have no problem throwing your arms around his neck and giggling into the affection, and when you part lips it's with shaky, shallow breaths.

"That's amazing," He gushes, kissing again at your slightly shiny lips, "Angel, that's incredible!"

"You're incredible!" You counter, "I never would have done it without your help, Spence."

"You two kissed!" Penelope informs you, standing bewilderedly in the doorway of the kitchenette, "Y/N, you- you kissed Spencer!"

"She does that a lot," Your dad emerges from behind her, a note of resignation in his voice even though he swears he's happy for you, "Mostly at my house."

"They-" Penelope turns, dumbfounded as she stares at her boss, "You knew?"

"He caught us," You admit sheepishly, leaning against Spencer's chest, "We were studying math, but- well, we got distracted."

Morgan snickers, standing up to clap Spencer on the shoulder, "Hey, nice one, pretty boy. I'm proud of you. Gonna study anatomy next?"

Your dad's voice drowns out any indignant groans from the team, booming so loudly over the bullpen that you duck your face instinctively against Spencer's chest.

"Agent Morgan, my office, now!"

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[spaceyrosie]

for you, i would ruin myself

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader, hints of Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss Summary: Hotch is a busy man and he truly tried his best to be there for his children, until one day they got into a serious accident, leaving his daughter to be seriously injured. Warnings: heavy angst, sadness, reader got seriously hurt, descriptive injuries, blood, mentions of death, Haley's death, Hotch really tried his best, cliffhanger Author's note: I've been wanting to write for Aaron Hotchner for a while now and have finally gotten the time and inspiration to do so. I don't know if I should make a second part. Word count: 2.1k

“Dad! Hurry or Jack’s going to eat the cake all by himself!” you hollered from the living room.

Jack giggled “No I’m not,” his hand reaching out for the cookies they baked together that afternoon.

It was a peaceful day, one you have wished for a while now. Your dad’s job made it challenging for him to be home during the weekends, but today is one of the days he has taken the day off to celebrate your birthday.

“I’m coming!” Aaron replied walking to the living room to his children.

He had asked you a few weeks prior if you wanted a party for your birthday but you replied only wanting a small and quiet birthday with him and Jack. “I just want to celebrate the moment with the people I love the most, but I don’t get to do that these days.”

Aaron understands that reference, he has been travelling for work a lot in the past months. This is your first birthday since Haley passed, and it’s hard to celebrate without her.

Pulling Jack to his lap, they both sang Happy Birthday before you blew out the candles. Jack cheered, “We eat the cake and cookies now, Daddy? Please,” Giving his best pout, Aaron laughed.

“At least let y/n cut the cake first,” he chuckled while ruffling his son's hair.

As you are about to slice into the cake, they hear the dreaded ringtone from his work phone. Grimacing slightly, he picked up the call and lifted Jack from his lap before walking to the kitchen, “Hotchner. Yes, JJ?”

You tried not to let your emotions down, you knew this was part of his job. But, your fingers trembled as you sliced the cake before handing a plate to Jack. Your dad is still talking on the phone in the kitchen and judging by how his voice lowered, you know what’s about to come.

You tried to bite back the tears that were threatening to fall - will there be a time when your dad can make more time for his own family?

He walks back into the room, face pulled into a frown. He knelt before you, gaze heavy, “I’m so sorry, honey.” He started. “We got pulled into a case. I got to fly to Arizona.”

His apology lingered in the air. You nod, not really trusting your voice at the moment. You swallowed down your disappointment before forcing out a smile. 

“It’s alright, dad.” Your reply was short. You couldn’t let him see the cracks behind your smile. He carried enough burdens, with the weight of his job and being a single parent of two, you couldn’t add your disappointment to his plate.

He frowns not convinced, “Really, me and Jack will just watch Star Wars after this.” Who you are trying to convince, him or yourself, you are not sure.

He looks into your eyes, “I’ll make it up to you, honey,” he whispers, his hand cupping your cheek. You savour this moment - when was the last time Dad held you?

“We’ll be fine, Dad,” You turned away, breaking the contact, and he took the cue to grab his go-bag. Your eyes are misting up but you quickly wipe the tears away not wanting Jack or your dad to see it.

It was your birthday, after all, you are supposed to feel happy, right? Right?

Standing by the door, he crouched down to hug you before pulling away to speak to you, “Happy birthday, honey. I’ll be back soon.”

You watched him walk out the door, knowing he would not be coming home anytime soon.

The next time Hotch dissapoints you was during the end of school year.

The ticking clock felt like a curse, each second mocking his fading hope. Hotch cursed when he saw the time - 3 hours until 7.00 pm.

Looking at the evidence board, he pinched his eyebrows together, the pins and photos taunting him with a case and the fact that he will be disappointing his daughter, again. 

He felt a buzz from his pocket notifying a text from you.

I’m getting ready for the show. See you there!

He didn’t get to reply to the text as Morgan notified him the tactical team was ready to go to the unsub’s place. Pulling on his vest, it felt tight against his chest, burned with frustration and anxiety about the situation. He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, as he led the team to the location provided.

Emily sat beside him noticing his tense posture, “You alright, Hotch?”

He doesn’t want his emotions to cloud his judgment while being in the field. Shifting his gaze into a stoic focus, he said, “Yeah, just ready to wrap the case after we catch the unsub.”

Emily was not convinced as her gaze cut through his stoic mask with her head tilted to the side and eyebrow arched. Hotch sighs, “Y/N’s recital… it’s tonight. Her solo. And I won’t be there.”

She winced, the weight of his unspoken pain echoing in the silence of the car.

“I promised to be there but I know even if we get this guy on time, by the time we arrive in Quantico, the show is finished.”

You squinted through the glare of the spotlights where a sea face blurred in your vision. Your eyes, desperate with searching, landed on Aunt Jessica’s sympathetic gaze, followed by the emptiness of the reserved seat beside her. She waved when you both locked eyes and gave you an apologetic look when your eyes lingered on the empty seat next to her.

The audience applauded after your fingers hit the last note, but all you can hear is the deafening silence inside your head. Flashes of should’ve, would’ve echoed in your head, as the seat next to Aunt Jess remained empty even until you took the final bow.

The case dragged on as Hotch and Prentiss interrogate the unsub into a confession. By the time the team puts their reports in, it's almost midnight.

Hotch tiptoed into the living room, the house quiet. Your bedroom door flicked open and you felt your dad’s presence.

“I'm sorry, honey.” His voice rasped, each word carving deeper into your disappointment.

“I-” You started, voice thick with unshed tears “I- I understand, Dad.” The lie tasted bitter in your mouth.

When he remained quiet, you continued, “It's part of the job, right.” You whispered, voice cracking at the end.

Hotch swallowed his guilt, he'll never get to see her perform on stage. “Honey, I-” He puts a hand on your shoulder to offer some sort of comfort. But, the both of you know nothing can take back his action. “I really tried to be there, y/n,” He said instead.

Still looking away from him, you took a shuddered breath before sighing, “I just…” you whispered, “I wished you were there.”

Silence consumed the room as they both weighed their words in.

Somehow, too many disappointments led him to situations he regrets.

Hotch frowned deepened when the traffic slows during the drive back to Quantico. 

“Traffic’s unusual at this hour,” Prentiss muttered on his side.

Hotch grunted not in the mood. The team got called in for a case over the weekend, and they just finished wrapping it up. Despite it being local, he is still pissed to be working on his day off.

Sirens wailed behind their SUV, and he glanced in the rear mirror where an ambulance was passing through the traffic. The traffic moved slowly and they passed by a few police cars parked by the roadside trying to control the traffic where an accident had happened.

Amidst the flashing lights, he saw it - a black sedan crumpled beyond recognition. His breath hitched in his throat as he saw the plates before he pulled to a sudden stop by the roadside.

“Hotch? Why did we stop?”

She followed his gaze to the plate numbers before realisation dawned on her. Not caring to answer her, he jumped out of the SUV before running towards the scene. The smell of gasoline overwhelms his nostrils as his eyes wildly look around the crash site. An officer pulled in front of him, “Sir, please step back.”

“My family!” His roar cut through the atmosphere as he tried to shove past the officer. “Let me through! That’s my family!”

“Aaron!” A familiar voice hollered and he spotted Jessica’s wild curls from a distance. Jessica stumbled toward him, her face smudged with soot and blood stained her shirt. Dread fills his chest as he takes in the condition she is in.

“Jess!” His voice, usually calm and composed, cracked as he pulled her into a crushing embrace. “What’s happened? Where’s Jack?” He threw many questions. “Jess, tell me what happened! Oh my God, where’s y/n?” Aaron could feel the thumping in his chest.

Jess was crying, “I’m sorry, Aaron. I’m really sorry,” she choked out and he almost lost his mind when he heard those words from her.

Then a small figure emerge from the chaos, “Daddy!” Jack’s familiar voice brought some peace to his racing heart. Running towards the boy, who was being attended by a paramedic, he crouched down to console his son’s terrified sobs, “Hey, buddy. Oh Jack, ohh,” Jack was crying, a deep gash etched across his forehead.

His gaze, frantic and desperate, scoured the scene before he landed on a stretcher with you lying on top. He felt his heart drop when he saw your face, pale with a brutal gash mirroring the one on Jack’s head.

“y/n!” The name ripped from his throat as he nearly scrambled to run towards you.

“y/n! Open your eyes, sweetheart,” Aaron begged as he stood by your side. 

“Sir, please step aside so we can help her,” One of the paramedics told him.

He begged, “P-please, she’s my daughter,” Tears were streaming down his face, “Y/n, I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here,” He sobbed trying to take hold of your hand. It felt cold to his touch, you have lost too much blood, causing your body temperature to drop.

You stirred before your eyes fluttered open, “D- dad?” your voice croaked.

Gripping your hand tightly, “I’m here, honey. Dad’s here,” Aaron assured.

Gaze unfocused as your eyes stared ahead, “D- dad, you’re h-here?” You try to reach out. Aaron tried to smooth out the hair out of your face, his face coming into your view.

“I’m here, y/n.” He assured again.

“Dad… it hurts...” You cried, and Hotch felt like his heart had been stabbed. Your whole body was on fire and your breathing hurt. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, mingling with the blood smearing your face.

“I know, sweetheart, I know. But you’re going to be okay. They are going to help you, okay.” His reassurances trembled, knowing he should not make any promises given the condition you are in.

Before you could reply, your eyes fluttered shut before your grip slackened in his. He panicked, calling out your name, “Wake up y/n,” His calloused hand cupped your cheeks, a silent plea etched in his words.

“Don’t do this, honey. Open your eyes, y/n.” His voice, usually strong and steady, cracked as he choked back a sob.

“Step aside, sir.” One of the paramedics immediately rushed.

Right in front of him, he saw another paramedic insert a breathing tube into his daughter’s mouth to help you breathe. Aaron saw his world turned dark when the monitor connecting to your chest beeped rapidly, signalling the heart's struggle to beat rhythmically. 

Hotch felt like he failed you.

He failed to protect you.

He failed to be the father you need.

“We are going to be taking your daughter to Georgetown University Hospital, sir,” The paramedic informed as the stretcher was wheeled into the ambulance. “She’s not stable, you can follow us in your vehicle,” He said sympathetically.

His fingers dug into the cold metal of the stretcher, refusing to let go. "I have to be with her," his voice rough with desperation. "Please, just let me hold her hand."

The paramedic's gaze softened, but his hands stayed firm. "She's losing too much blood, sir. Every minute counts. You'll be with her soon, I promise."

Aaron nodded and released his grip, a sob escaping his throat. Images flickered behind his eyes: empty birthday chairs, unanswered phone calls, a whispered promise to come home. How many times had he failed to be there? How many moments had slipped through his fingers, swallowed by the demands of work?

Haley’s pained voice, etched in his memory, morphed into y/n’s bloodied face.

How many times have you needed him but he wasn’t there?

How many times did he leave his family for work?

His knees buckled as he watched the ambulance drive into the night, flashing sirens blurring into the smoked air. His hands trembled on his side unable to control the weight of guilt inside him.

Emily’s voice cut through the fog, “Hotch,” No amount of words can offer him any comfort in that moment. She tried, nevertheless, “She’s strong, Aaron.” 

He hopes so.

He really hopes that you’ll be okay.

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[hushedlover]

an aaron hotchner x reader where she brings in their kid to the office!! i feel like this could be super cute!!

“Aw, look at her chubby little cheeks!”

Garcia squeals, making grabby hands at the little girl resting on your hip. You laugh and let the blonde woman take your toddler from your arms. The 2 year old claps in delight and immediately latches her hands onto the chunky necklace Garcia was wearing. She was like a crow, anything shiny immediately was in her hands.

“You did good, mama,” Derek smiles as he pulls you into a side hug. You grin up at him and hug him back.

“Thanks, Morgan. Any idea where Aaron is at?” You ask, smiling warmly as Spencer and JJ come over to coo at your little girl too.

“Last I saw, him and Rossi were talking in his office,” Derek chuckles as little Hotchner tugs on Reid’s hair. You smile as you watch her look over at the sound of the deep laugh, your baby immediately squealing at the sight of Uncle Derek.

Suddenly you’re being pulled into a warm chest from behind, strong arms wrapping around your waist to tug you backwards. You laugh softly as Aaron takes a deep breath with his nose pressed to your hair.

“My favorite girls,” He murmurs. “The best surprise.”

“Brought you lunch, too. Thought maybe we could do a picnic,” you hum back. It’s impossible not to lean back into his warmth and close your eyes, just resting like that for a moment.

“Maybe we could steal a few minutes for just us. I don’t think anyone is going to be letting our girl go for the next little bit,” Aaron says with a hint of a laugh in his voice. He watches as his team passes around your little girl, listening intently to the senseless babbles that make up the story she’s telling.

“Sounds perfect to me.”

Pulling out of Aaron’s arms, you grab his large hand and interlace your fingers. JJ catches your eye and send a wink along with a thumbs up, assuring you that she’d keep an eye on your baby girl. Tugging, you lead Aaron out of the bullpen with the team smirking and laughing at the two of you.

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[the-guilty-writer]

Work The Case

Request from @doctorsteeb: This may be too sensitive a topic but just an idea— Hotch!daughter taking out a school shooter?

Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader

Summary: A normal Tuesday takes a turn when you come face to face with your father's work.

A/N: Not going to lie I wasn't going to write this because I felt like the idea was too sensitive but then I remembered that I'm the queen of writing too sensitive things in real life so I may as well do that here too (within limits of course. I still have ethics). So here it is!

CW: school shooting, fatal gun shot, talks of foyet, talks of dead mothers, talks of car crashes, talks of drunk driving, talks of divorce, Jackson Pollok slander

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The morning started out like any other Tuesday: you got up and ready for the day before having breakfast with your dad and brother- oatmeal and orange juice- then your dad drove you and Jack to school. Jack always got dropped off first at the elementary school, and you at the high school. The ride between the two was short, but it was always long enough for a small, private conversation between you and your father.

“You okay?” he asked you. 

Ugh. Profilers.

“I’m…” You thought about saying ‘fine,’ but you knew he wouldn’t take that as an answer. You sighed. “The teacher let the class vote on what chapter we would cover in class next, so we started on abnormal criminal psychology yesterday.”

“Oh.” You’d never heard your dad sound so uncertain.

“It’s an extra chapter. Since it’s not listed in the curriculum we aren’t being tested on the material. The teacher told me I could spend that period in the library if it was… too much,” you finished.

You dad pulled in front of the school, leaning over to kiss you on the forehead goodbye. “Whatever you need, sweetheart.”

“Thanks,” you told him. 

“Try to have a good day,” he said before you shut the car door.

You nodded. “I’ll try.”

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You took your teacher’s offer and went to the library instead of their classroom. The space was large, but mostly empty of people- there was just the librarian behind her desk and a few students scattered amongst the tables. You took a seat and pulled out your homework, trying not to think about what they were learning back in the classroom. You’d honestly overheard enough phone calls that whatever they were learning about you already knew. There was a buzz in your pocket, which automatically made you freeze. You kept your phone on do not disturb through the school day. The only reason your phone would buzz would be if your dad was texting you… and if your dad was texting you it was an emergency.

You pulled your phone out and you were right- it was a text from your dad. Three words: Work the case.

Shit. That was code for you and Jack to hide- to hide somewhere that you wouldn’t be found unless you wanted to be. You looked around the library, but the area was like an open plain. You shoved your work in your backpack and hurried towards the doors-

BOOM!

A gunshot.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

People began to scream. Through the glass windows of the library you could see students running, but it wasn’t because they were late to class. The lockdown alarm sounded and you scrambled under one of the tables, hoping it would be enough cover.

There was a stillness and a silence for a minute and you hoped that it was over, but gunshots rang out again- this time they were louder than they had been before. Someone was getting closer.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, making it feel as though your entire body was thumping to its too-fast rhythm. You wanted to cry, but you didn’t shed any tears. You wondered if this was what it had been like for Jack when Foyet had killed your mother and then tried to kill your father. As part of WISTEC, you had been sent away to a private boarding school with an alias while Jack and your mom were sent elsewhere. In the end, sending you away had saved your life, but now you were wondering if you were going to die soon anyway.

That was, until the library doors burst open. From your view under the table you could only see old shoes and baggy jeans but you heard the shots that were fired into the air.

“Get up! All of you!” It was a male voice.

You, along with the six other students in the library that had all dropped to the floor, looked around at one another- who would make the decision to stand up or stay down? Who would make that call?

More shots were fired. “I said get up!”

You thought about your dad- what would he do? And so you were the one to make the call, the first student to crawl out slowly from under the table and rise, your hands held up to show that you were no threat. The rest of the students followed your lead. This was your team now- if one of them died, it was on you.

You looked at the shooter and you knew who he was- Timmy Rogers. He’d been in some of your classes in middle school and high school. He had always been quiet- the kind of kid who did well in class but never answered any questions. The person who put their share into a group project and didn’t complain about having to pick up the slack if someone else bailed. He was nice enough of a person that you wouldn’t have expected him to be holding a firearm in the middle of your school, but then again most unsubs could keep themselves hidden for years- that much you knew.

“Line up against the wall. Now!” he shouted.

You walked calmly to the wall while some of the other students scampered. One girl was crying. Another boy’s fists were twisted with fear. The librarian was on her knees, pleading with Timmy. “You’re a good boy. You always have been. Your mother-”

“Don’t talk about my mother! Don’t talk about me! You don’t know me!”

“Yes I do,” the librarian was crying. “I do know you and your mom wouldn’t have wanted-”

Timmy pulled the trigger and she was gone. He marched over and grabbed the girl who was crying, dragging her out in front for the rest of you to see. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” She fell to her knees. “Please, I’m sorry-”

You thought quickly about everything you knew about Timmy. He wasn’t an athlete by any means but he joined the wrestling team anyway, he liked art and his project last year was based on his parent’s divorce, his father was a marine, and his mom…

Oh. His mom had died in a car crash last week. She was hit by a drunk driver.

“You never cared about me!” he yelled. “Nobody cares about me. Nobody cared about her-”

“I did.” You didn’t know where the words came from- they were solid and bold and half a lie, but they made Timmy let go of the girl.

“And who are you?” He pointed the gun in your direction. You wanted to scream, but you didn’t.

“I’m (Y/N) Hotchner. W-we had art class together last year.” You hoped your stumble wasn’t too obvious.

“Yeah, and why does that matter? Why should I let you live? Why should I let any of you live?” He waved the gun around in the air, making some of the students shriek, but somehow you stayed calm even though you wanted to explode. 

“Y-your mom died in a car crash last week. But it wasn’t her fault. It was the other person who was driving drunk and it wasn’t fair that they got to live and she had to die,” you said.

“Why do you care?” He spat.

You reached deep down… really deep. “My mom died too. She was murdered by a serial killer. She deserved so much better, just like your mom did.”

Timmy paused, the gun in his hand was shaking but still pointed at you. From your view, you could see that through the glass there were officers moving into the school. No. Not just officers- they were wearing FBI vests. Help was almost there, you just had to stall.

“My parents got divorced too,” you said. “Your final project last year really spoke to me- your dad was away all the time and your mom got tired of it, even though they still loved each other.” That was a total lie- the guy was about as talented as Pollok, but you had to find something. “My parents were the same way.”

Now Timmy was crying. You could see behind him that agents were moving towards the library, but you were too focused on stalling Timmy that you weren’t focused on their faces.

“And I was at a boarding school when she died so I was alone- all alone, just like you, Timmy. My mom died and nobody was there to comfort me. My dad wasn’t with me, just like your dad isn’t here right now.”

He was so distracted by your words that he didn’t even notice that the library doors had opened behind him allowing Agent Morgan, Dr. Reid, and your dad to come in unnoticed.

“He- he didn’t even come for her funeral-” Timmy’s hand was getting weaker. He was crying harder. “I-I can’t reach him-”

“I know. I couldn’t reach my dad either since I was still in WISTEC. They couldn’t tell me anything about him until I got home. It’s not fair. I know it’s not fair. I care that it’s not fair.”

Timmy dropped the gun, crumbling to the ground in a fit of tears. Agent Morgan tackled him, pulling his hands behind his back while Dr. Reid disabled the firearm. Your dad ran straight to you, gripping you in a bone crushing hug and you sobbed into his chest.

He pulled you in tighter, stroking a hand down your hair. “It’s over, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. It’s over.”

“I worked the case, dad,” you managed to get out between your sobs. “I worked the case.”

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hii! Can I get a request with Hotchner daughter reader where she is like 5-6 years old, and she is "obsessed" with Reid and maybe Hotch a little jealous bc thats her baby and

Aaron Hotchner X Spencer Reid X Daughter Reader

Request: Hii! Can I get a request with Hotchner daughter reader  where she is like 5-6 years old, and she is "obsessed" with Reid and maybe Hotch a little jealous bc thats his baby

Third person pov...

It was always a busy day in the Hotchner household, with Aaron Hotchner balancing his job as a BAU Unit Chief and his duties as a single father to his daughter and son But despite his hectic schedule, he always made sure to spend quality time with his children.

At the moment, Aaron was helping his daughter get dressed as she would be going to work with him today, Jack had school, Aaron had dropped him of earlier.

The two were currently in the little girls room, Aaron kneeling on the floor going throug his daughter clothes before her voice made him turn towards her.

"Daddy, can I wear my princess dress today?" the 5-year-old asked with wide, hopeful eyes, Aaron couldn't resist her adorable request and smiled.

"Of course you can, princess. But let's make sure you wear some comfy shoes too.' He carefully picked out a pair of sparkly flats for her to wear.

Once the 5 year offer as dressed the two headed out the door and to the FBI headquarters.

The young gurl was bursting with excitement as she followed her dad, Aaron Hotchner, to the BAU headquarters. Being five years old, she didn't really understand what her dad did for work, but you knew it was important and cool.

'Morning, Uncle Spencer!' The girl exclaimed as she ran up to the tall, lanky man standing at his desk.

"Good morning, Y/N" Reid smiled down at the girl, He loved spending time with Y/N she was a bright light at the office and always had the most interesting questions.

"Can I help you with anything today?" She asked with wide eyes.

Reid chuckled, 'Of course, you can help me with everything!'

'Y/N, come on, we have to go to my office,' your dad called out.

'Okay, bye Uncle Spencer!' Y/N waved as she followed her dad.

As the H/C girl walked through the office, she noticed her dad's colleague, Derek Morgan, staring at her and her dad with a smirk.

'What's so funny, Morgan?' Hotch asked, noticing his expression.

'Nothing, Hotch. Just admiring how much Y/N looks like her dad,' Morgan teased, winking at the girl.

They all watched in amusement as she turned to the man with a pout, "But I want to look like Uncle Spencer!"

Hotch laughed and ruffled his daughters hair, 'Trust me, Y/N, you're much cuter than Uncle Spencer.'

They both entered the mans office and he sat the girl down in a chair while he went through some paperwork.

'Hey, Y/N, do you want to help me catch some bad guys?' The dad asked, his serious tone making the 5 year old sit up straighter in her chair.

'Really?' Y/N asked with excitement.

'Of course, you're my secret weapon,' the dad grinned before handing his daughter a pen and a clipboard.

While Hotch worked on the computer,

Y/N scribbled on the clipboard, feeling very important. Suddenly, Y/N heard her dad's phone ring and his face fell as he answered it.

'What's wrong, Daddy?' Y/N asked, sensing his sudden shift in mood.

'Nothing, Y/N. Just a case,' Her dad replied with a forced smile.

'Is it dangerous?' The 5 year old asked with concern.

'Probably not, don't worry,' the dad reassured her.

But she could see the worry in his eyes. She knew it was a lie. The little 5 yrar old knew her dad's job was dangerous and didn't like the idea of him getting hurt.

'Uncle Spencer will keep you safe,' She said, still holding onto the belief that Reid was her protector.

Hotches tired face softened at his daughters words and he gave a small smile, 'Yes, he will.'

Y/N apent the rest of the day helping her dad at the office, keeping her mind off the case. But as the team headed out, the little girl couldn't help but feel a little sad that her daddy had to leave.

Before the tewm headed out Spencer walked up to the young child, he looked at her sad face and thought if something to cheer her up.

'Hey, why don't we make a deal?' Reid suggested, giving thr girl a gentle smile and holding her hand.

'What kind of deal?' She girl asked, intrigued her sad expression vanishing.

'You keep an eye on me and make sure I stay safe, and I'll do the same for your dad,' Reid said with a smile.

Y/N odded eagerly, 'Deal!'

Reid grinned and picked the young child up, both laughing he began spinning around many times before placing you back on the ground.

Both dizzy but smiles on their faces.

'Come on, let's go see what kind of trouble we can get into,' Reid chuckled as he took the girls hand again, they both made their way out of the office.

Y/Ns dad watched the two with a mix of amusement and jealousy. He knew his daughter adored Reid and he couldn't blame her. Reid was a great friend and role model, and he was glad to have him in his children's life.

But as the two of them walked around the bullpen, he couldn't help but feel a little left out. He was Y/Ns dad, after all. But he knew that she were in good hands with her Uncle Spencer, and that was all that mattered.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, woo 2 in one night this is strange, decided to treat you guys to two of these oneshots I know you've missed them, I'm still working on getting through the rest of the requests but I will get through them thank you for your patience.

Sorry for this one being shorter than usual anyway sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count : 1016

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[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Chocolate & Movies

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader

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

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

A/N Me 🤝 writing fics for my own comfort

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#x reader #x teen #x teen!reader #x you #x daughter!reader #aaron hotchner x daughter!reader #Aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x teen!reader #criminal minds x teen!reader #bau x teen!reader #period cramps is a bitch tho #Aaron hotchner x female!reader #Aaron hotchner x fem!reader

[ray4hotchner]

Bliss

❀ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: aaron hotchner x reader

❀ 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: A short drabble of Aaron being a girl dad🤍

❀ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1k

❀ 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Hey, my loves🥰 I just saw this video and immediately thought of Aaron and had to write something short and cute. Thank for reading and let me know what you think. Comment if you want to be tagged in other Aaron fics🤍

❀ 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕔: @iyv-ray24

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Ao3

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It was one of those lazy Sundays. Aaron sat at the kitchen table, engrossed in his laptop as he tackled his emails. Jack, meanwhile, diligently worked on his science project at the kitchen island. You had just placed a Sunday roast dinner and a pumpkin pie into the oven before joining Jack to help him with his model of the solar system.

The kitchen was filled with a delicious aroma, accompanied by soft music playing in the background. The dark, rainy fall weather outside only added to the cozy ambiance of the room. Even after four years of marriage, you couldn't believe that this was your life now—your home, your family.

Little footsteps echoed through the house as Violet, your 3-year-old daughter, joyfully entered the kitchen. She proudly displayed the fourth outfit she had changed into in the last hour, undoubtedly leaving her room in quite a mess. But that was a problem for later. No one was going to stop her now, especially not when she was so enthusiastically staging a runway show for the entire family. She loved the attention she received from everyone and erupted into giggles whenever she got enough compliments.

Now in a pink, flowy dress, she gracefully walked up to you and her brother, performing a little spin while awaiting your verdict.

"Wow, Vi, this is the best one yet," exclaimed Jack, making his little sister giggle.

"He's absolutely right, sweetheart. This dress looks so pretty," you chimed in. Violet skipped over to her father to bask in some more of his attention. As she approached, he promptly pushed his laptop aside and turned his full attention toward her.

"Oh wow, look at this adorable little princess," he exclaimed.

She twinkled her eyes at him, tugging at the hem of her dress and performing a delicate curtsy before asking, "Will you dance with me daddy?"

"Of course, my angel," he replied, rising to his feet, which prompted giggles from Jack and you in the background. She had him so wrapped around her tiny fingers that he couldn't deny her anything.

"Can you hold me and spin really fast?" she asked sweetly as he lifted her into his arms.

"Of course, pumpkin. What song do you want?"

"Tangled!" Of course, 'Tangled' was her favorite Disney movie, and she never went to sleep without her Pascal stuffy.

"Alexa, play 'I See the Lights,'" Aaron said, and the soft melody began to fill the kitchen. They both started singing and swaying to the music, while you and Jack watched them with big smiles on your faces.

Seeing them together made your heart swell with love. You had known that Aaron was an amazing father from the moment you met him years ago. His gentleness and affection toward Jack had only deepened your love for him.

After getting married, Jack insisted on wanting a sibling, and you were confident that Aaron would be wonderful with your child too. However, he exceeded all your expectations.

Aaron had even reduced his workload to support you during and after the pregnancy and when they found out it was going to be a baby girl, both he and Jack had erupted with excitement.

Jack stood up, turned towards you, and extended his hand, asking, "Mom, may I have this dance?"

"How could I say no to such a handsome prince?" you replied, rising and taking his hand. Jack had grown so much taller since the time you first met him, when Aaron introduced you as his girlfriend. Now, he was a teenager and almost as tall as you, clearly taking after his dad in height.

Now, all of you were twirling around in the kitchen, and as your eyes met Aaron's, all you could see was pure love and bliss. The song was coming to an end when the oven timer went off.

"Thank you for the dance, my love," you said, kissing Jack on the head before walking over to the oven.

Aaron did one last, big spin with Violet in his arms, causing her to laugh cheerfully. With a big kiss on her cheek, he gently set her down, and she instantly ran over to her brother, clearly not finished with dancing.

The two siblings continued dancing while you pulled the pie out of the oven and checked on the chicken.

Aaron came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He buried his face in your neck, leaving little kisses there. You placed your hand on his cheek and tilted your neck to give him better access.

"I love you so much, you know that," he whispered in your ear.

You turned around within his embrace, your hands laced around his neck. "I know, honey, I love you too."

"I'm so grateful that you chose me," Aaron said with a mixture of tenderness and sincerity in his voice.

"Aaron," you began, your eyes welling up with affectionate tears, but he stopped you, his gaze filled with warmth and appreciation.

"No, really. You gave me this," he said, pointing towards the kids with his head, "you gave me a family and a home… happiness."

"And this is only a home and a family because you are a part of it, my love," you replied, kissing his dimple.

He gazed at the kids, a glimmer of nostalgia and love in his eyes, and then back at you, his expression filled with affection. With a mischievous smile, he said, "I think we should make another one."

"Another what?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and curiosity in your voice.

"Another baby," he answered with a grin, a playful spark in his eyes that mirrored his excitement.

"Oh no, Aaron Hotchner. Don't give me that look," you said, trying to pull away, but he held you close and brought you into a kiss. You were immediately lost in the touch of his lips.

"Eww, Jackie, Mom and Dad are being gross again!" Violet exclaimed, pointing with her finger at you, which made everyone laugh.

"Okay, okay. The dance party is postponed until after dinner. Now, everyone, wash your hands and help me set the table, please," you announced, pushing Aaron away after whispering suggestively into his ear, "We'll talk about this tonight."

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𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: @callm3c0nfus3d @mrs-ssa-hotch

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #no I did not name the daughter violet because I’m obsessed with fourth wing or anything #girl dad aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #hotch x reader #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner fic #thomas gibson #jack hotchner

[thescribblesofreverie]

WIP Excerpt - Aaron Hotchner x teen!reader

I thought I would share just a little snippet of a project I'm working on. It's a series about Aaron meeting a teenager on a case who ends up being involved, and there's just something so familiar about her...

Reader does use she/her pronouns.

Everyone had that one touchy subject that seemed to bring back memories of events and cases past. Everyone knew that J.J. was the one who was affected by cases involving children. 

But this time it was Hotch who felt his chest restrict with each new fact presented. With every body found the pressure of solving this case felt ten times heavier on his shoulders.

On his nightstand, the alarm clock’s neon blue numbers read 3:22 A.M. He was pacing around the hotel room, mind racing a mile a minute. The facts and theories of the case were incredibly confusing. Everytime the team got close, something drastic changed and they were at square one.

Four young, innocent girls were dead, and a fifth was going to be soon if they didn’t shape up.

Hotch glanced out the window of the third story room to see a small diner in the plaza across the street. On its left there was a tobacco store with big yellow block lettering covering the window pains with advertisements promoting vapes and discounted cartons of Mavericks. To its right there was a laundromat, with a few letters of the sign tilted from rusted out nails crumbling away instead of holding it fast. The glowing blue and pink sign on the diner read “open 24 hours”, though it flickered out every few seconds. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he sighed.

Nothing was getting done in this small room, and the diner would have coffee. He had heard before the coffee from 24 hour diners was always better. He doubted that to be true, but at least it would be caffeinated. 

He grabbed the coat off of the chair in the corner of the room, and quietly left, locking the door behind him.

It was a short walk across the street. He pushed open the door, and a bell jingled.

Soft sounds of 70’s music filled his ears. His eyes found a pastel yellow and mint green jukebox in the corner. It was your typical retro themed diner. Checkerboard flooring, blue and pink booths and tables, milkshake decals on the wall, and a long bar that a waitress was cleaning with a rag. With the typical 50’s decorations and colors, but 70’s music playing and newspapers from the 80’s on the wall, the establishment seemed to lack a general knowledge on what decade it was supposed to be emulating. Nonetheless, there was a pot of coffee sitting behind the counter, and it wasn’t like this was the strangest 3 A.m. experience he had ever had. 

Hotch looked away and sat at the counter, waiting patiently for the waitress to meander her way over to him. She finished wiping down the section of counter she had been working on and dropped the rag in a basket beneath the counter. Finally, she looked over at him.

20-24 year old girl, medium build, round face, brown eyes, umber skin, and dark black waves of hair. She shouldn’t be working alone at night, he thought. Not with a killer on the loose.

“What can I get for you?” She asked, all but rolling her eyes. Her name tag said “Marisa”. 

“Just a coffee please.” He said quietly.

“Black?”

He nodded.

As she went across the room to fill up a mug, he took a moment to revel in the peace he rarely got to feel while on a case.

The soft lighting and low music was almost comforting, in an odd way. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

Marisa set the mug of steaming coffee in front of him. “Just brewed a new pot, so you’re lucky.”

“Thanks-”

The jingling of the door interrupted him. 

“Marisa, darling!” A feminine voice cooed. 

The waitress had a look of annoyance flash across her face before she quickly covered and plastered on a smile.

“Julie, welcome in. Go ahead and take your usual booth. I’ll get you a coffee and… I’m so sorry sweetheart, what’s your name again?”

“Y/N. I’ll have orange juice, please.” 

At the mention of her name Hotch looked over his shoulder. Y/N was dressed in a pair of plaid pajama pants and an oversized hoodie. Her shoulders were hunched and as she sat down in the both, she immediately curled into the corner, like it was supporting her. Dark circles hung under her eyes and as he watched, she put a hand up to her mouth to hide a yawn.

It was early Thursday morning. And unless there was something going on that he didn’t know about, she had school in four hours. What was she doing up?

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[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Hotch’s Daughter

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Fem!reader Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!reader

Warnings: illusions to sex, fluff, Emily being a flirt for Hotch’s daughter

Word count: 496

"Hey sugar" a blonde smiled taking the stool beside you as she hung her purse on the hook under the bar "Well hello hot stuff" you laughed tipsily. "All by yourself?" she asked ordering another drink "Wouldn't you like to know?" you teased leaning in with a soft smirk.

That night you learned of the great Penelope Garcia and the mastery of her skilled tongue as you writhed in her bedsheets, hands unsure whether to tangle in her hair or grip the sheets.

"Mhmm...Baby" you moaned against her lips one morning "You've got work" you reminded as she rolled on top of you, trapping you between her arms. "I know" she smirked giving you another deep kiss before trailing her lips down your jaw and under your ear.

You whined as she stood up to get dressed "Really?" you yelled sitting up in bed "Yes really, are you free for lunch?" she asked as she slipped on her dress. "Raincheck?" you asked biting your lip "I promised my dad lunch today and I told him that I had exciting news. I haven't seen him since I came to town".

"Sugar!" she gasped adjusting her breasts in her dress "We've been dating three months and you still haven't seen your dad?" taking a seat on the bed. "I- I've been busy" you shrugged "Plus he's very work" flicking your hands out "Orientated? he's just always busy with work and his new kid".

You walked into the building head up "Good morning me" a raven-haired woman smirked as a few Morgan hollered, rolling your eyes as you walked to your father's office door. "Hotch finally getting some?" Morgan smirked as Emily whined at his statement "She's into girls" Rossi laughed walking past.

It wasn't long before you were walking back out waiting for your dad to gather his things, Emily taking this time to flirt with you "Y'know if Hotch here doesn't meet your standards you can always give me a call" she smirked.

"Oh. um- he's my dad" You laughed nervously "and I'm-" You were interrupted by the clacker of heels running towards you "Sugar?!" Penelope laughed confused. Pressing a kiss to your lips softly "Go baby girl" Morgan laughed "I thought you were meeting your dad for lunch?" she asked "I am, Baby. I didn't know you worked here" kissing her again.

"Y/n/n?" Aaron asked walking into the pit "Ready to go?" you nodded anxiously  "You've got a little lipstick smudge" he pointed out "Oh. my. god" JJ laughed "What?" he asked confused. "Daddy, remember my news" you whispered "Yeah?" looking down at you "Surprise?" you laughed grabbing Penelope's hand.

"What?" he asked "That's Penelope Y/n/n?" confused as to what you meant "P-Penelope's dating Hotch's daughter a-and E-Emily just tried flirting with her a-and Morgan h-hollered" JJ wheezed. "So lunch?" you laughed "Call it team bonding?" you asked with raised eyebrows "I-" he started "We can't help that you have good genetics" Emily smirked.

"My daughter?"

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[ssa-thotchnerr]

Nerve Gas - Chapter Two

pairing/s - aaron hotchner x daughter reader

summary - hotch realises his daughters life is at risk at his fault.

warnings - reader is mentally ill (BPD), death, graphic mentions of violence, mentions of past character deaths, angst, self harm, drug abuse

word count - 2k

a/n - remember this thing i started but never finished lol

read part 1 here

Hotch remembered the day you'd stopped calling him 'daddy' like it was yesterday. You were 10, and he'd just dropped your little brother off at Jessica's, since he was sick and Hotch was working that day. You'd found it unfair that Jack didn't have to go to school, but you did.

"You ready for school?" He asked you. You smiled and nodded at your dad, grabbing your backpack from the backseat and pulling it onto your lap. Hotch had grabbed it before he left the front door, since you were busy arguing about why it wasn't fair that Jack got the day off while you didn't.

"Yeah dad," You said, not thinking anything of the phrase. Hotch furrowed his eyebrows at the words you'd said, unsure if he heard you correctly.

He felt like he was short circuiting, you didn't call him dad, you still called him daddy. Hotch wasn't opposed to the idea of you still calling him by the title he'd earned since you could say the word, he remembered the nights of you crying out for him when you were sick and wanted to sleep with him and Haley, the nights were Haley couldn't get you to go to sleep because you'd want to wait up for him coming home from work, despite it being hours past your bedtime.And all those memories came from the call of one name.

"Dad? Since when do you call me dad?" Hotch finally said, after what felt like hours of silence. You looked at your dad as you shrugged, your bottom lip sticking out as you shook your head.

"I guess daddy's for babies," You said. Hotch nodded as he watched you get out of the car, a slight pain in his heart at the thought of his oldest child, barely ten-years-old thinking that the title he'd coined from you all those years ago was for babies. It felt as though that now he'd have to store those memories of you crying out for him, and running to greet him coming home from work.

"Bye dad!" You yelled.

"Have a good day, Y/N," Hotch said, smiling at you as you ran to your friends. He let out a sigh as he shook his head. "Gonna need her to stop growing up for a little bit." He mumbled to himself, almost sadly as he felt as though you were growing up almost too quickly.

— You let out a painful cough as you fell to your knees, pain panging in your chest as you had no choice but to breath in the deadly poison in your lungs. The two women in front of you, Lisa and Maria as you'd learned their names, stopped and turned back to help you up, much to the dismay of the other man in your group. He wasn't the biggest fan of you, but who could blame him? He'd just woken up in some old house with 4 people he didn't know, and he'd just witnessed ones gruesome death.

"I-I'm fine," You stuttered, heaving out as you stood on shaky legs.  Lisa and Maria nodded as they let you go and stand up onto your feet, stumbling forwards. Your chest aching with excruciating pain every time you took a breath , Lisa looked at you with extreme concern. You shook your head firmly, letting out a sigh. "I'm fine, really." You said confidently, the two other girls nodding wearily, the man just wishing you'd hurry up and bite the dust.

"Wait, what's this?" Maria kicked part of the rug in the hallway away, revealing what appeared to be a hatch in the floor. You were leaning against the wall, your breathing shaky as you tried to focus on whatever was going on around you. You still had no idea where you were, and how you'd even got here. The last thing you remembered was leaving the BAU to head home, and then as you went to walk down the shortcut that took you home, you were stuck in the neck with something and you hit the floor.

And that was when you woke up in house with four strangers, one of which was dead, another wished you to be, and the other two yet to make their minds up.

Lisa and Maria had started bickering about what the door was for and where it led to, while you were busy trying to remain conscious enough to be able to even begin to hope that your dad was going to find you. You, Lisa and Maria all screamed, watching as Lisa's legs fell through the door, a wire wrapping around them painfully tight.

"Grab the tape, down there!" Maria yelled, trying her hardest to stop Lisa screaming. It wasn't working, so you were the one to make the careful move to grab the tape player, your shaky hands almost dropping it a few times. You pressed play.

"Hello, Y/N, welcome to your game. Playing the way I expected you all to, Simon should be dead, and left should be yourself, Lisa, Marie and James. To you, these people are nothing but strangers, but to your father, well, I'd hope your father would know them, he put them in prison during his time as the DA," You looked up, seeing each pair of eyes on you. "This is now your game of survival, Y/N Hotchner, win it, and you will live. Well, if you survive the gas that is currently destroying your body." The tape ended.

"You're dead fuckin' meat, girlie."

—

"Has Garcia managed to track where the house is yet?"

Hotch's voice cut through the thick tension in the office, his eyes still trained on the computer screen in front of him. Something about this all felt off, that there was something we wasn't seeing but knew it was there.

"She's still trying," Derek told him. Although masking it, he could tell Hotch was angry - furious. He had only ever seen him in such a state of anger once before - the day George Foyet had killed his ex wife, Haley. He turned to Ben Rogers, the man thought to be responsible for your disappearance. "Where are they?" He just grinned at Derek. Hotch started to panic as he saw you being backed into a corner by the others you were trapped with, fear evident in your eyes. You were by no means a sheltered child, but you were still that - a child. He was waiting for this to really set in for you, for you to finally react to your situation.

your recent BPD diagnosis could make or break your survival chances. You'd either burst into tears and beg and plead for your life, or you'd get angry and violent. Hotch had known something was wrong with you, it started with self harm, putting cigarettes out on your arms just to check if you could still feel, then came the suicide threats. You had never attempted to end your life, they were empty threats you made when all of your emotions became too intense for you to handle. Then it was the drugs stint. You found yourself dependent on your antidepressants, taking more than the suggested dosage just to numb the everyday pain you had became accustomed to. It was all clicking into place for hotch; mood swings. paranoia. drug abuse. self harm. the raw, intense anger you sometimes felt and directed towards him.  Your therapist had attributed the diagnosis as a result of your moms murder and your lack of proper , healthy, coping mechanisms. hotch knew you blamed him for your moms death, you never admitted it but he could tell, and he didn't blame you for feeling that way. He woke up every day wishing she was still here, that she could come and calm you down during your manic episodes because she was just that great of a mom to you - he often thought if you'd be this way if she was still here, wondered if you'd be happy.

Hotch realised he had zoned out, lost in thought over you. He listened to the audio relay.

"... I'd hope your father would know them, he put them in prison during his time as the DA. This is now your game of survival, Y/N Hotchner, win it, and you will live. Well, if you survive the gas that is currently destroying your body."

Hotch looked up at the computer screen and watched as everyone turned to look at you and away from the women with her legs trapped. He watched as you backed yourself into a corner, fear evident on your features as tears made your eyes glassy. He hoped that they would see that this wasn't your doing, that he was the one that put them into prison and not you, that you were still a child. But as the male of the group delivered a strong punch to your head, he could tell they didn't share the same sentiment that he did.

--

You regretted arguing with your dad now. You regretted running away from your problems as you often did, instead of confronting them as you knew you should have - but you didn't. You let your emotions get the better of you and you exploded and ran away. And here you were now, on the ground, dizzy and concussed after being knocked to ground with a solid punch to head from a man bigger and taller than your dad. You heard the continuous screaming of the women in the background with the wire around her legs, getting tighter and tighter.

And suddenly it stopped.

You pushed yourself up and limped over to the women, finding her legless and sitting in shock. The other woman and the man who had punched you lifted her away, she started babbling about her son, who she had to get back home to. Guilt flooded you in a huge wave, and you broke down into tears. All eyes turned to you.

"What the fuck are you crying for? Huh?" He stomped towards you, shoving you into the wall and making you hit your head off of it.

"I-I'm sorry," You stuttered out, slightly slurring your words as the concussion started to kick in from both the punch to the head and now this. You started coughing as you slumped to the floor, feeling tired and heavy. He let you go and went back over to the women, only one who was now living, the other having bled out. Right  now, you would have welcomed death with open arms, to just fall asleep and not wake up. But you couldn't leave your dad. You didn't want him to have to deal with your death as he had your mom's, it wouldn't be fair. It wouldn't be fair to him to have to explain to Jack that you wouldn't be coming home, that it was different from all of the times you had run away, you wouldn't be back this time. The thought of your little brother made you tear up, you wanted to protect him and keep him safe from more pain and trauma than the world had already suffered at such a young age. He didn't deserve it, you didn't think that anyone did. You coughed again as you felt something get stuck in your throat, and you saw it to be blood.

Fuck.

#hotch x daughter reader #daughter!reader #criminal minds #angst #aaron hotchner x daughter reader

[ddejavvu]

hotch hiring spencer to tutor his (college aged) daughter, and hes so impressed with how much theyve been studying and how hes helped her grades, until one day he walks in on one of their "study sessions," but they're not really studying at all.....

Aaron knew there'd be no better person to turn to than Dr. Spencer Reid when his daughter began struggling with her college course load. You're having trouble studying efficiently, you spend so much time at your desk scribbling down ineffective notes that you forget to eat, sleep, and take care of yourself. He's worried about you, his heart aches for his baby girl, so he asks Spencer to start coming over on Saturdays to help you.

It works great. Not only do your grades skyrocket, but your mood does too, no longer sullen from having no free time or sleep schedule. You're back to your old self, maybe even happier now, and Aaron can't hold back the smile on his face as he ascends the stairs, an array of your favorite snacks in hand.

Spencer's inhumanly obsessed with cheez-its, and your own snack of choice is held in his other hand. He thinks the least he can do to thank Spencer is feed the man, seeing as he's so skinny sometimes his snug sweater vests are loose. You swing the door shut during your study sessions, at Aaron's own request, because he couldn't hear the television downstairs over the sound of your chatter. He doesn't think to knock, he's sure the creaking of your door's old hinges will be enough of a sound to break you out of your study stupor.

"Y/N, Spencer, I brought- oh my god."

Your dad's voice nearly goes down a full octave, sending your stomach swirling. He speaks low when he's mad, and watching you scramble out of Spencer's lap and straighten your wrinkled top, you're sure he's livid.

"I- uh, Hotch," Spencer babbles, but you smack the back of his hand to get him to shut up. He runs his fingers through his hair instead, combing out the strands that you'd mussed while licking over his bottom lip.

"Dad!" You chime, "Um- I'm sorry, we- I didn't know you'd come in. We just- we were studying, but then, I- I got distracted, really, it wasn't Spencer's fault, we- I just- I-"

"Stop." Aaron shuts his eyes, snack bags now shoved carelessly onto your bedside table as your dad brings a hand to his face. You're sure this is scarier than any situation Spencer's ever faced before, including aggravated unsubs and near-shootings.

Your dad buries his face in his hand, one large enough to cover his features. It's almost scarier not seeing his stern face; you wonder if his eyes are glowing red.

"Hotch- sir, I'm so sorry." Spencer tries again, and your dad holds up his free hand to silence him. He doesn't need to be told twice, or- thrice, and he closes his mouth.

"How long have you two been doing this?" He asks, muffled by his hand in front of his face.

"Only two weeks. Or- Saturdays, only two days. Just- this time, and, uh, the last time."

"It started last week?"

"Yes." You confirm, nodding even if he can't see.

"Are you studying?"

"Yes." You promise, smoothing out a rumpled study guide and hoping he can't hear it, "Uh- this is our- well, my break."

"Fantastic." Your dad drawls, finally dragging his palm down his face and looking you dead in the eyes. It looks like it almost hurts him to do so, and you feel residual pain in your stomach, churning away again.

"I suppose there are worse people you could be doing that with." He muses carefully, "Though I wish you weren't doing it at all. But you're in college."

"I am," You nod.

"And you're an adult."

"I am."

"And I can't tell you what to do anymore."

You stay silent, not wanting to push your luck.

"Okay. There's nothing I can do," He decides, face still more stoic than when he'd entered, intent on giving you snacks. If he'd had known you'd been eating Spencer's face, he would have saved them for later.

"Don't do it here." He pleads, "At least not while I'm here. And- and while I'm here," He warns, looking at Spencer this time, "This door stays open. Understand?"

"Yes, dad." You nod, and Spencer echoes it with 'sir' as a replacement.

"Study." Aaron narrows his eyes at the both of you, pointedly jamming the door stop beneath the door until it's practically punching a hole through the wall where the knob hits, "If your grades drop again, this is over."

"Yes, dad." You call again, waiting until he storms off down the stairs to even breathe in Spencer's direction.

"Oh my god," Spencer groans, burying his face in his hands, "Oh my god, that was- that was awful."

"He didn't say no!" You point out, grinning at the blushy man beside you, "That went, like, a thousand times better than I was expecting."

"At least I don't have to hide it anymore. Do you know how hard it was for me to pretend I wasn't putting the moves on his daughter while we were in Dallas this past week?"

"I know how hard it was to pretend I wasn't tonguing his agent during dinner last night," You shrug, grinning at Spencer who looks like he's not quite ready to be relieved yet, "No more secrets for either of us, pretty boy."

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[piqtescue]

had to make a dad!hotch one as well obviously✨

[dad!spencer]

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