Alright besties! The ask box is cleared out! Ive gone through all the WIPs i had in word & deleted all the ones that I have lost thoughts or motivation for & this what we’re left with! 18 one shots/drabbles!
Feel free to zoom in lol.
The three under the cut are a Hotch smut, Amanda angst & Emily semi public smut👀
If you want anything written for your fav that is Christmas themed then time is running out!! So far I have
Hannibal: 1
Patrick Jane: 1
Bucky barnes: 1
Reminder of the original post that I would write TWO fics per character that’s Christmas themed and this does not affect ordinary requests and you can still request non Christmas themed fics as well.
Well, he doesn't remember a lot of things lately, the world aside from his son a haze that seemed too hard to look past.
"Come on, let's get you sitting down." Gentle hands pull the door he's still holding open closed, and like an obedient child, Aaron is lead back to the couch that had been more a bed than anything else, sitting down at the lightest push. "Hm, we have laundry to do too, that's okay."
Right, laundry.
"Noah, why don't you and Jack go play together while I make us something to eat?"
"Okay mom." Two sets of feet soon make their way down the hall, and it's the silence that seems to shake the haze from Hotch's mind, and he blinks. The sun had been high in the sky last he checked, but now it was almost dusk, the scent of someone delicious filling a house that had subsided on a lot of frozen meals.
"Jack?" The small lance of fear that now sliced his heart whenever his son was out of view quickly faded when a familiar figure peered out from the kitchen, and he ran a shaky hand over his face.
"They're watching a movie with snacks, right down the hall."
"Thank you, Olivia."
"How about you thank me by going and taking a quick shower for me? I promise you'll feel better." He wants to say no, that the effort is too great, but Olivia Benson was not a woman to be trifled with.
Damn it all, she's right too, the warm water seems to have washed away a small portion of grief. The FBI agent feels lighter when he finally emerges, standing back to watch Jack and Noah laugh at something at the dinner table. He knows Jack misses his mother, crying out for her at night and fearing strangers who moved too close, too quick, too angrily, and its nice to see him laughing and safe with people he knows, his little shoulders not hunched up to his ears.
"Some of this is for you, you know."
"Glad to see they haven't eaten it all." There's a small twitch of a smile before the agent joins the table, eyeing the meal Olivia served him with a soft hum.
"Daddy, it's so yummy!" Jack smiles, and holds his fathers hand when he begins to eat, laughing with Noah and telling Olivia about his school day. The NYPD officer listens and praises him with a smile, occasionally reaching over to gently ruffle his hair or squeeze his shoulder. After dessert the boys run off to go and play a little bit longer while Hotch and Olivia clean up, and once it's clear they're alone, the FBI agent is pulled into a tight hug.
"I'm so sorry."
Slowly, so slowly, arms wrap around her, and the detective just holds him as tears begin to blot her shirt. For a moment the world stands still, allowing Aaron to cry as a friend embraces him, but the moment doesn't last as long as he so wanted right now.
It never does.
"Thank you, Olivia." He clears his throat, and the detective gives him a sad smile, resting a gentle hand on his cheek.
"Hey, it's what vacation days are for." It's a small joke, but another smile briefly makes it onto his face, so she considers it a win. "I figured the boys could sleep over, and you can use your bed."
"I can sleep on the couch, you don't -"
"You are sleeping on your bed, don't make me handcuff you to it." He could have laughed at the shorter woman giving him an order, but right now, they were orders that made the most sense in this hazy world.
"Yes ma'am." She pats his cheek before motioning for him to go and rest.
"I'll take care of everything, you go on." For a moment Aaron hesitates, not wanting Olivia to just clean up after his weeks of moping after taking the time to fly all the way here. He doesn't, the look sent by the New Yorker sending him trudging back towards his room, to a bed that was as neat as the last day he had prepped it, the day before -
No, don't think about that.
His aching bones are only too grateful for the soft mattress that meets him when he lies down, and he's thankful for listening to Olivia as he just lets himself go still for a moment. He can hear the clinking of dishes being washed down the hallway, and giggling from the boys as they revel in the chance to stay up late with a fun movie, and the distant sounds of cars driving by in the distance.
The world moves on as he stares out the window, pillow wetting with tears until he drifts off into a dreamless sleep. He doesn't rouse when Olivia checks in on him at one point, pulling a blanket over the exhausted man and smoothing some hair from his face.
That's right besties! It's that time of year again!
And in an attempt to keep y'all entertained with your favourite blorbos, I'm hosting this bingo so we can all share our creations and you have something to fixate on while I'm busy as hell at work!
As per usual:
Submissions can be anything! A mood board, a ficlet, headcanons, drabble, gif sets, one shots, social media au's, make it a mini series following the holiday journey of the same two characters! literally whatever you want!
Prompts are all winter/holiday themed. If it specifically says "Christmas" it does not need to be Christmas, it can be whatever holiday this time of year that you want!
Read the rest of the rules under the cut!
Prompts can be made into any genre, make it super spicy, make it tooth rottingly sweet, make it angsty as all hell and break our hearts, make it a wild AU, do whatever you want with them as long as they are what inspired your story. (aka "first snowfall" could be the first time character a is seeing snow, it could be the first snow of the year, it could be the characters baby's/dog's first time seeing snow. It can be cute, catching snow flakes on tongues or sad, bringing back memories with a friend who has passed. Literally whatever you want.) Just make sure to include any and all appropriate warnings/tags at the TOP of the post and I don't want to see any TikTok censoring of words!
Fics can be a ship, a reader insert, an OC, or any kind of crossover! Mix and match, stick with one, try out a new character or fandom!
Accepted Fandoms:
Literally everything and everyone. This is wide open to any and every fandom/show/movie that you want, it's free game besties! It doesn't matter if I write/read that fandom, do what you would like!
Some Inspiration:
-Law and Order (OG, OC, SVU)
-Criminal Minds
-Marvel
-NCIS
-One Chicago
-Abbott Elementary
-Mayans
-Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice
-911/Lonestar
-OUAT
-The L Word
-Wednesday
Rules:
You MUST tag me @storiesofsvu and use the hashtag #storiesofsvuholidaybingo2023 on each creation and I'll put together the masterlist.
Bingo begins on November 25th and will run all the way to January 20th.
You may only post/submit ONE creation per day!
Only one bingo square per creation
No underage characters involved in relations.
Tag all and every warning appropriately at the top of the fic
Anything over 1000 words must be under a readmore!
Everyone is welcomed and encouraged to participate! You do not need to be following me, we don't need to be mutuals, if you see this post and want to play, let's go!
If anyone has questions, feel free to comment or send me a message/ask!
Some playlists to get us in the mood:
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tagging some people who might be interested? (if you got tagged and have no idea who i am/where this came from it is likely that i have read your stuff and loved it/have some bookmarked on my to bed read lol. feel free to ignore.)
if you have any requests for stories/oneshots/blurbs, please read the following. if the request makes me uncomfortable, i will not write it, and i have every right to delete it from my inbox. if you send the same one more than twice and i do not respond, do not send it again ! ✧ masterlist
WHO I WRITE FOR — this list will be occasionally updated.
CRIMINAL MINDS.
emily prentiss , jennifer jareau , penelope garcia , alex blake,
spencer reid, aaron hotchner.
LAW AND ORDER: SVU.
olivia benson , alex cabot , casey novak.
a . smut, fluff, angst, poly relationships, all au’s accepted (unless it falls into a category of things i will not write).
b . please specify a certain kink in a request as there are some i am not comfortable writing.
c . song/tv show/movie inserts or ib fics are awesome! send them my way.
d . if you have any requests for a series i am working on, feel free to send it unless stated otherwise!
WHAT I DO NOT WRITE.
underage smut (i do not write for underage characters/readers), pedophilia, incest, abuse of any kind (mental, physical, emotional), specified kinks. (scat, somno, cnc, ddlg), and real person fics. writing about people that are not fictional makes me uncomfortable, however, i am more than happy to write something for the character that actor/actress plays. (ex. if you request something with paget, i will write it for emily).
REMINDERS.
a . do not send in any requests that fall under the category of things i will not write.
b . please specify if you want me to write a oneshot, blurb, or headcanon when requesting and include the name of whoever you want me to write for.
c . please keep in mind that all of my stories are fem!inserts unless stated otherwise.
Hii, I hope you’re having great day/night. I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your Aaron writing, especially Aaron Hotchner x single mom!reader. I read your requesting rules and I hope that this qualifies (I’m really sorry if it doesn’t), but I’ve been thinking about this concept for a while so I thought I’d give it a try. I absolutely adored how reader’s child always adored Hotchner but this time I was thinking what about reader’s daughter (around 4 or 5) who actually feels intimidated by Hotch (because you know this ‘scary bossman persona’) or maybe reader’s daughter that is not the biggest fan of Hotch and is possibly very sassy with him and is protective of her mum but reader and Hotch have this slightly flirty or like the very beginning of their relationship with a possibly fluffy/happy ending if that’s possible.
You really do feel bad knocking on Hotch's office door at 7:30 in the morning, for both your sleepy daughter and your formidable boss. He's a kind man, you know that with all of your heart, but to your tiny four-year old, he's tall, mean, and scary.
"Come in," Hotch calls, his voice muffled through the door. At the sound, your daughter curls tighter into your embrace, whining pitifully through the blanket that she's wrapped around her head.
"I know, Olivia," You hum, trying to soothe her nerves, "Just for a minute. You can sit on the couch, that's all."
She squirms in your hold while you open the door, smiling hesitantly when Hotch looks up from his paperwork to find you cradling your groggy daughter.
"She's got a cold, and the sitter cancelled," You lament, "And- uh, I need to use the bathroom."
You're constantly surprised at how strongly Aaron cares for children, because someone with his scowl doesn't seem the type. But his eyes flash with worry, and he leans back from his desk in his chair, "Do you think she'll let me hold her?"
Olivia writhes in your hold, a firm no.
"It's okay," You hum, kissing her head though it helps little, "It's okay, baby, I'm gonna put you on the couch, okay? Get cozy with your blanket," You hum, laying her on the cushions before she has the chance to curl her fingers into your blouse and never let go, "And just try to sleep, I'll be back in just a few minutes, okay?"
She moans something that sounds an awful lot like 'not okay!' but you can't afford to listen, not when your bladder is making its contents uncomfortably known.
"Okay, I'll- I'll be right back," You promise Hotch, straightening your clothes that were wrinkled by your clingy daughter, "I'm sorry about this, I'll make sure she's at home tomorrow."
"Don't worry about it," Hotch urges, "Go, I'll make sure she's okay."
"Thanks," You grin, exhaustion seeping over your features after the long, nearly sleepless night you'd had. You duck out of Hotch's office with no further delay, rushing over to the elevator bay and the bathrooms on the other side of it.
"Olivia," Hotch hums after a moment of silence where the little girl tries burrowing between his couch cushions to escape his presence, "Did your mommy give you medicine already?"
She's scared, but she's still polite.
"Yes," She calls, from inside of her blanket cocoon, but there's no further response.
"Alright," Aaron hums quietly, fingers fiddling awkwardly with his pen, "Do you want anything to eat or drink?"
"No."
'Okay. Just... let me know if you need anything, okay?" He calls, any foolish hope he'd had of connecting with the little girl seeping out of his chest when she doesn't answer.
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Thirteen minutes. It takes you thirteen minutes to get through the line outside of the restroom, who knew this place would be so packed early in the morning? It takes you longer still to actually use the bathroom, and you're teetering on twenty minutes when you jog back up the stairs of Hotch's office to collect your sullen kid.
You don't bother knocking, too rushed to get inside and apologize for sticking Hotch with your sick, terrified toddler for almost half an hour, and to apologize to Olivia for abandoning her with the big scary man who tells you what to do all day.
But Hotch isn't displeased with your rather impolite and abrupt entrance, staying silent as he peers over the blanket hood that Olivia has fashioned for herself. She's held against his chest, her clammy face tucked against his tie. His arms hold her tight and close, and he bounces her ever-so-slightly up and down as he soothes her whiny cries.
"Your mommy's here," He hums, craning his neck down to peer at her, and you're still partially frozen in shock at seeing Olivia cradled up in the arms of the man she runs from at dinner parties, "Would you like to see her?"
Olivia's responsive whine is less-than-clear, neither a yes nor a no. But you advance anyways, eyes surely showcasing your surprise at Hotch's sudden success with your daughter. Upon closer inspection, her tiny hand is gripping his tie tightly, the way that she holds the collar of your shirt when she doesn't want you to let her go. She's all bundled up and sniffling against his chest, surely feeling the symptoms of her cold that the medicine didn't cover.
"My poor baby," You lament, leaning down to kiss her forehead. It puts your face tantalizingly close to Hotch's own, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't feeling some butterflies through your stomach at the sight of him bouncing your baby girl in his arms, "Will you come with me? We can go sit at mommy's desk, and you can go to sleep."
This time, you understand her response.
"No!" She whines, desperately burrowing further into Hotch's warm embrace, "I'm- tired!" She sobs, voice raw from crying, "I want to stay!"
Before you can figure out how to bargain her out of Aaron's arms and into your own he shushes her, leaning down to kiss her feverish temple like she's his own. The sight flips your stomach even further, and you're very glad Aaron can't read your mind at the moment.
"It's okay. You can stay here if you really want to. Are you sure?" He squeezes her to prompt a response, but the only one she gives is nodding her head and pressing her face into his tie.
"Hotch, I'm sorry-" You start, but he smiles kindly, warmly up at you.
"It's alright. I can keep her in here for a bit, if you want to get started for the day."
"But you've got work to do. And you might get sick," Your shoulders slump, because even though you're thrilled that Olivia has finally seemed to get over her Hotchnerphobia, you don't want to push your luck after being fifteen minutes late to retrieve your daughter that isn't supposed to be here in the first place.
"Easy paperwork," Hotch waves it off, smiling as Olivia readjusts her grip on his tie, "Just signatures, really. I've got time. Plus, if I'm gonna get sick, it'll probably be from Jack. He brings home germs from school all the time."
"That's their special talent," You muse, stroking a hand over Olivia's wispy hair, "If you're sure..."
"I'm sure, Y/N," Aaron nods, continuing to bounce her lightly in his arms with a fond grin while her eyes remain loosely shut, "I finally got her to like me - I'm not sure I'd be able to put her down if she did want to go with you."
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