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[angelgrace003]

I’m having omega Spencer withdrawal so here’s some random HC

- he has a praise kink he will literally turn into a puddle of goo if Hotch says “good boy” slick just pours out he can’t help it

- he gets stressed easily so Hotch always has something with his scent that he can easily hand Spencer- a handkerchief, a scarf, his jacket, whatever just something he can hand Spencer when Spencer needs it.

- Hotch mindlessly touches Spencer all the time, he doesn’t even knows he’s doing it. Spencer loves it and will rub up on Hotch randomly too but his favorite thing is to plop down on Hotch’s lap with no pants on while Hotch mindlessly plays with his cocklet it doesn’t always lead to a knot but he still usually gets an orgasm out of it

- Spencer is needy. He needs reassurance from Hotch that Hotch won’t abandon him. He gets super clingy if they pass another omega sometimes depressed if he thinks Hotch was checking the omega out. Hotch spends a lot of time reminding Spencer that no other omega could compare and will scent him so thoroughly

- Spencer gets jealous too and will make trouble with other alphas if he thinks Hotch isn’t paying him enough attention. He’s a total brat and needs Hotch’s firm guidance (and punishments) to keep him in place

- Spencer lies about his heat ending so he can have one extra day with Hotch all to himself while he’s coherent

- Hotch knows

@goobzoop your turn now

[angelgrace003]

So I read this prompt on tumblr where you see your soulmate in mirrors and I extended that to reflective surfaces in general for this Ralvez fic that came to me like an epiphany. So. Here’s a lil one.

Title: Reflections (soulmate AU) Words: 1,499 Rated: General. No canon-typical violence but there’s brief mention of Reid’s past traumas

Every day, Spencer tried his best to keep his gaze away from windows, blank screens, even particularly still puddles when he was caught out in the rain. Anything reflective.

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#ralvez fic #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid/luke alvez

[angelgrace003]

How bout Luke and Spence's first kiss 😳

Replacements & Kisses

Summary: Spencer isn’t sure want to make of Luke Alvez

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Spencer Reid, implied Emily Prentiss x Penelope Garcia

Warnings: referenced drinking, implied NSFW, post prison Reid, some whump but mostly fluff :).

Word count: 1.3k

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His life wasn’t supposed to go like this. Spencer was suffering from PTSS. That much was obvious, and honestly expected after what he had gone through. The man had been to hell and back with his whole prison experience. Being accused in the first place. Watching the only person that was even remotely friendly die in front of him. And if that wasn’t enough, the second he was released he was thrown into a case, which just happened to be that of his missing mother. Finding out that the hitman he put away was behind all of it was just the icing on top of the cake.

And if that, too, wasn’t enough, just weeks later Emily was kidnapped. Steven Walker died. With all this bullshit going on, Spencer realized that the people he wanted to comfort him most were gone. Well, they weren’t gone, but they were no longer a part of the BAU. And that was as good as gone. Derek Morgan had his wife and son, another baby on the way, he couldn’t bother him. He didn’t want to be a burden. He honestly didn’t know where Aaron Hotchner was. The man was in WitSec and then seemingly dropped off the face of the earth.

Of course, he still had JJ. Garcia. Emily. Tara. Rossi. And he took advantage of that, spending time with JJ, Will, and their children, geeking out with Garcia, just being with Emily (she has something about her that can make just sitting in silence together distracting), having debates and academic discussions with Tara, he was welcome in Rossi’s mansion (including his expansive library) any time of day (or night).

Then there’s Luke. Spencer’s still not sure what to make of the man. He knows he’s just Derek’s replacement as the “muscle” of the group, and Spencer doesn’t think he wants a new Derek. He wants his best friend back, not this “newbie,” as Garcia calls him. He just doesn’t fit. And it might be all in Spencer’s head. He might just be averse to the change and refusing to accept it. (He is.)

He slowly learns that Luke Alvez is not the man he appears to be. Spencer expected a man full of toxic masculinity, a god complex because of his strength, just another big, strong man with a big, strong ego. That wasn’t the case. Luke Alvez was completely secure in his masculinity, humble, sweet, kind, caring, and absolutelyridiculouslyincrediblygorgeous. Not that Spencer would ever admit it out loud. But Spencer Reid isn’t exactly subtle.

JJ cornered him in Garcia’s office one day when she had left them together in a flurry to tell Emily something about an ad she saw about the show they both watch. They were sitting in extra chairs that Garcia had, drinking coffee (away from the equipment, of course), and enjoying a companionable silence. Said silence was broken when suddenly JJ looked up at him, eyes wide, and declared, “You have a crush on Luke.”

Spencer spluttered for a moment, “W-what? I- I have no idea what you’re talking about, JJ.” JJ gave him one of those “don’t act like I’m stupid, I can see straight through you,” looks. He caved. “Fine, okay, maybe I think he’s a little-” (another one of those looks) “okay, maybe I find him extremely attractive.”

JJ smirked. “Of course you do, have you ever looked at him? What else do you like about him?”

Spencer just sat there for a moment, thinking. “He’s nice. He’s not at all like I thought he was going to be. He’s intuitive and smart, and- and he called me out on my PTSS once. I respect him for that. He’s been helping me out with it ever since. His dog’s pretty great too.”

JJ’s expression morphed into a sad smile. “Oh, Spence. I think you should just go for it. Tell him how you feel. He wouldn’t react badly, even if he didn’t return the feelings, though I’m pretty sure he does.”

“You- you think he likes me, too?” Spencer asked, a slightly giddy smile on his face. JJ didn’t offer an answer. “JJ, I don’t even know if he likes men. I can’t even imagine how embarrassed I’d be if I said something, and he-” Spencer cut himself off. “I don’t want to think about that. Besides, workplace relationships are strictly prohibited. And homosexuality isn’t exactly something the FBI jumps to defend.”

“Spencer,” JJ said softly, effectively cutting off his ramble. “Do you really think anyone in the BAU would rat you out? I can’t imagine anyone but us finding out about it. And I think I have a way for us to find out if he likes men”

----

That’s where they are now. Executing JJ’s ridiculous plan to get Luke drunk and have him spill all his secrets. It wasn’t going very well. He declared himself the designated driver fairly early on in the night, and hadn’t even had a beer. He and Spencer were the only members of their team that were even remotely sober. Emily and Penelope were grinding together on the dance floor (they thought the rest of the team didn’t know about their relationship, for whatever reason), Rossi and Tara were having a drunken conversation a booth over, JJ and Matt were off playing darts, which left Spencer and Luke alone in a corner booth of a too crowded bar with music thumping so loudly the bass made their table vibrate.

Spencer had expected it to be awkward, but the conversation flowed easily. Luke had steadily been moving closer to Spencer over the course of the night, and now they were nearly pressed together in the corner of that booth. “You know,” Spencer started after a brief lull in the conversation. “The point of tonight was to get you drunk and have you spill all your secrets, but here you are, stone cold sober.”

Luke laughed at that. “What secrets were you hoping to find out?”

Spencer blushed and looked down where his fingers had begun an anxious dance in their spot on the table. He had decided earlier that night that if Luke wasn’t going to get drunk, then he was just going to say fuck it and ask the man straight out. “I- it’s dumb. Never mind.”

“Aw, Spence,” Luke answered, causing Spencer to blush even redder at the nickname. “Now I really want to know. Anything that comes out of your genius brain can’t be dumb.”

Spencer took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before he said something he assumed he would quickly regret. He opened his mouth to speak and looked up at Luke, but when they made eye contact, it was like Spencer’s brain just stopped working. He forgot all of the words he was planning on saying, all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss this man.

So, he did. There in that corner booth, vibrating table and all. I don’t want to say it was magical, because that’s kind of cliché and nondescriptive, but it was. It was all the clichés. Fireworks. Butterflies in his stomach. And then Luke started kissing back, and it was even better. It was soft and sweet, everything Spencer had expected.

They drove some of their drunken team members home, having to call a cab for the rest as there wasn’t enough room in the car. They soon found themselves making out with Spencer pressed up against the inside of Luke’s apartment door before they fell into bed together. Spencer would be lying if he said that wasn’t magical too, or that Luke Alvez wasn’t a damn good replacement.

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#criminal minds #spencer reid #luke alvez #luke alvez/spencer reid #luke alvez x spencer reid #ralvez #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau

[angelgrace003]

can you do the “our shirt” prompt with hotchreid ??

(First ever HotchReid fic/blurb here we gooo!) Prompt #1 from here  TW: hints towards smut, mostly fluff/soft feels. let me know if anything needs to be tagged.

This little thing they had going on was oftentimes the only positive light they could see during the week. Thing wasn’t a right word for it, but Aaron wasn’t exactly sure what the thing was. Attraction? Yes. A relationship? He didn’t know. Neither of them had explicitly stated that was what this was. Neither had asked for more than what it currently was. 

But did he want it to be more? He didn’t know that either. 

Whatever it was, the only rule they had was it had to stay secret. The rest of the team didn’t need to know: it wasn’t their business. It was Hotch and Reid’s private life, so private it would stay. At least, until they knew what they wanted from it. Because if it did become something more, then the team would need to know. But until then, Hotch was secretly prideful of keeping Reid all to himself. 

“Possessive,” Reid told him once, his brown hair framing his face as the morning sun illuminated his thin figure, his pale skin barely covered by the bedsheets. When it came to the beautiful man that Spencer Reid was, Aaron Hotchner didn’t mind being a bit possessive. It wasn’t exactly a trait he liked about himself, but with Reid, he couldn’t help it. 

Reid had stayed over again last night. This was becoming a more common occurrence when they were home, and although Hotch didn’t mind, he was growing concerned that the younger man was with him more often than not. It would only be a matter of time before someone else noticed this too. They worked with a team of professional profilers, after all. 

So, trying to pretend that they were most definitely not sleeping together almost every night, Hotch and Reid still came to work at separate times via different travel methods. Reid took the metro, Hotch drove. 

It was hard leaving Reid to walk to the subway this morning on his own, especially with his hair a disheveled mess, his lips still pink and slightly swollen from their heated night. His sleep-shirt hanging off his thin frame as he stood in the doorway, waving goodbye, “See you at the office, Aaron,” he said with a small, sleepy smile.

Hotch’s thoughts were swimming with that image as he stood in the conference room, a file opened in his hand that he wasn’t really looking at. His eyes were unfocused, his mind back in his bedroom with Spencer. The softness of his brown eyes as they fell onto the bed, lips connecting for the millionth time but still tasting like the first. Fireworks exploding behind their heated kiss, sparks crackling through their bodies. 

He had to pull his focus back to the present when he heard JJ greeting Reid, the young doctor stammering as he set his satchel down, “Sorry I’m late. I missed the first train and had to wait an extra 8 minutes for the second.”

“Don’t make it a habit, Reid-” Hotch started to say, his stern persona in place at work, but he stopped. His eyes narrowed at Reid’s attire, glancing him up and down. The next words came out before he could stop himself, “Is that my shirt?”

Reid looked down at himself, a white button-up adorning his chest that was most definitely a little too big for him. He had tried to hide that fact by tucking it in, but clearly, it was to no avail. It had become a bit of a habit to wear Hotch’s larger shirts when he stayed over the weekend. Especially after he noticed the gleam of arousal that would come to Hotch’s eye when he saw him wearing his clothes (and extra especially with nothing else on). He glanced back up at Hotch, his own words also rushing from him before he could think, “You mean our shirt?” Because, honestly, they had both worn this shirt several times now. Just not at work.

Morgan coughed after he took a sip of his coffee, the hot beverage spilling on the table as he spat it out, “What?” He croaked. 

Hotch closed his eyes, trying to ground himself, the feeling of heat rising up his neck and blossoming over his face. Oh great, he was blushing. When he opened his eyes again, he looked right at Reid, who was redder than a tomato. Rossi was just grinning, idly rocking back in his chair, “You wanna tell us something, Aaron?” The rest of the team was looking at him expectantly. 

With a sigh, Hotch ran his hand over his forehead, “Not really,” he mumbled. 

“Oh, Jeez,” Emily rolled her eyes, “We already know. You might as well just admit it, so we don’t have to tiptoe around you two anymore.”

“You know?” Reid squeaked, his eyes practically bugging out of his head. Morgan shot a look between him and Emily, “You knew? I didn’t! What is going on?” He didn’t care to clean up his coffee mess. 

Emily shrugged, “Okay, well Rossi, JJ, and I knew. We were betting on how long it would take before you guys came clean.”

Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose, “Just, get out. Reid, you and I need to talk.”

Rossi smirked, standing as slowly as he could while the girls filed out (and Morgan seemed frozen to his spot), “Just clean up when you’re done in here.”

“Rossi!” Reid’s voice cracked as he hid his face under his hands. This wasn’t happening, this wasn’t happening!

Rossi had to tug on Morgan’s arm to force him out of his daze, making him follow. They closed the door behind them, leaving Hotch and Reid alone at the round table. Hotch cleared his throat after a moment, moving closer to his... lover? He sat down across from him, his hands folded neatly. with his elbows on his knees.

“Do you want this to end?” He asked after a beat, looking into Reid’s eyes. Reid furrowed his brow, his blush lightening just a little, “What?”

“Now that the team knows. Do you want to end it? I won’t blame you, nor will I be mad if you-”

“Aaron,” Reid took Hotch’s hands into his own, his eyes just as soft as they were that morning, “I don’t want this to end. I want... more, actually. I just didn’t know how to ask for it.”

Hotch closed his mouth to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. What? Really? Reid continued, his thumb running over Hotch’s pulse point, “I’ve been staying with you because I like to. I like being close to you. Being with you. Um, if that’s what you want?”

Hotch blinked, taken aback by this. Yes.

“You’re sure? That you want this to be more? Especially now that our only rule has been broken?” He searched the younger mans eyes, looking for doubt, guilt, deciet. He didn’t find any.

“I’m sure. If you are?”

“Yes.” He didn’t need to think twice, taking Reid’s face into his hands and bringing their lips together in a tender kiss, much like the one they shared when they woke up, but this was different. This time there was a word to go with it. A word for the thing they had between them. Passion. Love. A real relationship.

#hotchreid #hotch x reid #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #aaron x spencer #heid #fluff

[angelgrace003]

✏, hotchreid, first kiss 🥺

You don’t just get a blurb honey, you get the whole damn night. I’ll eventually start writing blurbs and not full-length oneshots for these asks, but Cee (my love my family my favorite always) is who got me back into CM in the first place so yours was always going to be the long, fleshed out version. I love you so my dear. 

((P.S. Yes I’m still working on the 200follower asks xD I’m so sorry life got in the way and I discovered hcs but I’m being responsible and finishing all of these now I promise!!!))

Personal plot bunny: Hotch invites Reid over to help with a research paper/with Jack and Reid gets to see his boss all domestic and soft, and in turn Spencer just kind of fits in his home seamlessly and Hotch kisses him as he leaves.

Word Count: 3107

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It’s a perfectly ordinary day in late November when Hotch opens his apartment door to Reid standing there in the clothes he’d worn to work earlier that day. Satchel over his shoulder, wrapped in jacket and scarf, and giving him a small quirk of a smile in greeting -- still very obviously thrown off kilter that Hotch had invited him over in the first place. 

When Reid said he’d lend him a hand on his most recent research paper, the younger agent had probably expected them to do it at the office. Interviews and research were all a big part of having a Behavioral Science subunit at the FBI, and published papers were a requirement from all BAU members to aid in this endeavor. Every team had to keep a steady output of resources and research studies going just to keep funding for the department afloat. He may be Unit Chief, but Hotch was no exception to these requirements, even with as much work as he has to put in on the regular. 

Usually, he can do his research and piece together papers in between his daily paperwork. But this week Jess is sick with a stomach flu, and Jack hadn’t gotten to spend time with Hotch in what feels like a month. So the easiest solution was obviously to invite Reid to have dinner with them at his home, entertain him while he read over the drafted paper and helped Hotch out. 

Obviously. 

The only reasonable option, really. 

“Thanks for coming, Reid,” Hotch greets back with a softened expression as he looks him up and down. “Did you even go home first?” The very first thing Hotch always does is change out of his suit when he gets home, shedding that armour as best he can to switch mindsets between Agent Hotchner of the FBI, and Aaron Hotchner the ever-stressed-out single dad. That evening donning worn jeans and a heather grey Henley to better accommodate himself within the space. 

“Oh -- no, I didn’t see much point,” Reid shrugs, then motioning to his satchel which is now filled with books that weren’t there when he’d left the bull pen a couple hours before. “I stopped by the law library in Georgetown and found a few more references, just in case you were using the Favero citations instead of Weston and I don’t have all of those read yet -- or I didn’t. I do now. But I still brought them--”

Hotch smiles, a real smile -- small as it is, but no less fond of Reid going out of his way to help him. But before he can thank him again Jack’s socked feet come thundering down the hall behind him. 

“Dr. Spencer! Dr. Spencer! Dr. Spencer!” And he’s slipping past Hotch, smooth and fluid as water, attaching himself to Reid’s legs and waist in a hug with a big smile that looks so much like Aaron’s own. When he’d been younger, only about three or four years old, Jack had been deathly scared of Doctor’s visits. It had been Reid’s idea to have Jack start calling him ‘Dr. Spencer’ to help alleviate some of that fear, associating the moniker with his non-threatening and familiar face. Reid had been much younger then, too, and that had helped the tactic work like a charm. Haley had been over the moon when his reverse psychology worked out so well. 

“Jack! Woah, you got taller!” Reid’s whole demeanor changes. A little more animated, more comfortable, even -- and Hotch could remember a time when Reid hadn’t even wanted to hold a child for fear of the interaction. Now, he was always the first to talk to one if JJ didn���t beat him to it. “How’ve you been?” “Good!” Jack says excitedly, barreling over the small talk in ways only children can. “Dad says you’re going to help him with his homework, can you help me with mine too?!”

Reid smiles even wider and chances a glance at Hotch that he feels in his chest. “You bet, I love helping with homework.”

Jack just scrunches his nose up at him. “Why?”

“Because it’s fun.”

“Homework isn’t fun.”

“Well, maybe you’ve been doing it wrong.” 

“Let’s let Dr. Reid in from the hallway,” Hotch interrupts with a laugh, herding his son and the younger agent inside. “Jack, go get your homework and you can do it at the table,” Hotch says as he takes Reid’s coat and watches him kick off his shoes by the door. Mismatched socks prominent against the hardwood floors. Making himself at home, shedding some of the layers and getting comfortable in the space much like Aaron does every day after work. “Hope you like spaghetti. It won’t be as good as Rossi’s.”

“Who doesn’t love spaghetti,” Spencer grins with a soft laugh. “Rossi’s is almost too fancy for me, anyway.”

“A man of simple tastes,” Hotch teases him.

“I’m easily impressed.”

“Lucky me.” 

It slips out, the low, comfortable banter, and Reid’s eyes are alight and Aaron feels himself smiling enough his dimples show, and he leads the way to the kitchen where dinner is already in the works on the stove. Filling the small condo with the smell of tomato sauce and garlic. 

-

Jack and Reid set up at the kitchen bartop where they can watch Hotch finish cooking and stay within reach of conversation. It doesn’t take long for Hotch to finish making dinner, or for Jack to finish his homework spurred on by Reid’s strange enthusiasm for math problems. With how much time they spend talking about psychology and sociology (and sometimes even philosophy) Hotch always forgets one of Reid’s Ph.D.’s is in mathematics. 

“Numbers just make sense,” he explains, when Hotch brings it up while drizzling olive oil on the drained pasta on the stove. “There’s always a right answer and the rest are wrong. It’s comforting, to an extent, but predictable -- that’s why I shifted focus from sciences to humanities. There’s no right or wrong answers in philosophy, it’s all argumentative. Always evolving. I prefer that, it’s no fun having all the answers.” 

And coming from someone who does always have all the right answers, that must mean something profound to the younger man. One conversation outside the walls of the BAU and Hotch already feels like he understands Reid more than he has in a long time.

--

Dinner runs so smoothly it’s as if Reid is always there for it. Jack even finishes all of his food and helps with the dishes before Hotch has to ask him to. Making the two men exchange a glance and Hotch ask, “You charge by the hour?” and Reid laughs into his water glass in reply. They end up talking a bit about the paper Hotch has been working on, along with about a dozen other things Reid launches into in side tangents -- from the books he’d read during his brief visit to Georgetown that afternoon, to his most recent philosophical debate he had with his doctoral advisor about his thesis paper he’ll have to submit at the end of next month. 

“Do you need time to piece it together? I didn’t know you were that close to your next Ph.D.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” Reid waves him off. “I just need a weekend where we are actually in town and not on a case, and I’ll get it finished.” 

“I’ve been working on this paper for the past six months,” Hotch all but balks in disbelief. “How can you write a Ph.D. dissertation in a weekend?”

“Well, I’m not the Unit Chief or a single parent,” Reid points out with a gentle grin, and Hotch feels one pulling at his own lips as well. “But it’s mostly written anyway, just all up here.” He points to his head, and Hotch bets he could recite the paper verbatim with what he writes up when he has the time.

“You could always write it on the jet,” Hotch says. 

“I do,” Reid smirks, and Hotch can’t help but roll his eyes. “In my head, someone is usually taking up the table with a headstart on paperwork.”

“I think they can be talked into relinquishing some table top space,” Hotch says, until Reid gives him a look. “Oh, you mean me?”

“You spread out everything to keep it organized in piles.” 

“I’d share with you.”

“You told Rossi to use the couch last week when he wanted to answer emails,” Reid says with a barely contained laugh.

“Yeah, well, he’s not you,” Hotch admits before he can take it back, and Reid almost answers -- mouth open and everything -- when Jack comes back and is all but begging ‘Dr. Spencer’ to help him with his science fair project he hadn’t even decided on. 

--

The rest of the evening ends up with the three holed up in Hotch’s office, Reid surrounded by Law books and reading material he hasn’t gotten to sift through before, Hotch with his drafted paper printed out for Reid’s ease of access, and Jack with his science textbook and a notebook already talking Reid’s ear off about a science project for the spring. 

But once the time starts to tip into the later hours of the night, Hotch tells Jack to get ready for bed and say goodnight to Dr. Reid. 

“Goodnight, Dr. Spencer. Thanks for your help,” Jack says politely, ingrained in him by his father and Reid smiles a little too bright and soft at the same time at how sweet it is he tries to be good for company.

“You know, Jack, you can just call me Spencer if you’d like,” he says, knowing that the older boy has already outgrown his fear of the doctor and the reverse psychology is no longer needed.

Jack looks a little confused for a moment. “Dad doesn’t.” 

“Well, your dad can, too -- if he wants,” Reid says, looking to Hotch and they share a look he once again can feel in his chest. Watching the whole interaction with a carefully guarded expression, but it melts under Reid’s glance and he isn’t quite sure what is there anymore. But whatever it is, it makes Reid smile softly at him.

“Okay, goodnight Spencer,” Jack interrupts their moment, and hugs Reid around the neck from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor. It jostles the younger man, and Hotch smiles wide and ducks his head down to hide it. But Reid hugs Hotch’s son back, and tells him goodnight, as well. “You’ll come back, right?”

“Of course, I’d love to,” Reid tells him, and -- satisfied -- Jack goes off to brush his teeth, leaving the two in a lull of heavy silence. “Sorry, I think I just invited myself over, some time.”

“You’re welcome anytime.” And he means that, knows Reid knows that as he looks at him a little more soundly than before. “Not just for work.” If that needed to be said. 

And if Reid’s face flushes a little darker in the low lighting, Hotch doesn’t mention. No matter how much he can’t seem to look away.

Reid looks over his entire paper while Hotch tucks Jack into bed, and is already making notes on it at his desk when the man returns. The next hour rolls into two, and Hotch drags another chair in from the kitchen so they can share his desk and work through bullet points on the paper but… it was pretty much done, from the start. Even Reid’s edits didn’t take them long. After a while they dissolve into just talking, discussions and anecdotes and sitting maybe a little too close and laughing so much and so loud sometimes they have to quiet themselves so they don’t wake Jack down the hall. 

It’s almost 10:30 by the time they resurface from each other, before Hotch realizes Reid probably needs to go home because they both have to be at work bright and early. But this was… this was the best night he’s had in a long, long time, and he wants to do it again. Soon. More than soon. More than once. He thinks about all of this as he follows Reid to the front door and helps him gather the rest of his things. 

“We should do this again, sometime,” Hotch mentions, hands in his pockets and trying to be more cool about this than he feels.

“I’d like that, I had a lot of fun tonight,” Reid answers, standing up from tying his shoes and giving him that bright, wide smile he doesn’t always feel comfortable enough to allow. It never fails to stall Hotch in his tracks, staring a little too long at his mouth than he should be. 

“What if, next time, it’s just us? And no Jack?” he continues, elaboration just in case Reid doesn’t grasp what he’s asking. Reid is watching him with this look as if he’s unsure he heard correctly, and Hotch is nothing if not patient.

“I’d… I’d be okay with that,” Reid answers, slowly as he weighs some unseen options and gauges Hotch’s facial expressions to the most minute detail.

“Good. How about Saturday?”

He can see the moment it all clicks into place.

“...Are you asking me on a date?” Reid asks, a little winded. 

“If that’s alright with you,” Hotch says with a half smile. Once again sounding more confident than he should in the face of how Reid’s eyes start to dart around and he licks his lips nervously.

“I don’t know how -- how good I am with dates.” There’s a story behind that, and Hotch wants to know it, but he does his best to press Reid gently. Because… he’s been holding off asking the younger man for a long time, now, but after tonight he gets the feeling that he might not have needed to be so hesitant, after all. 

“Oh?”

“Just -- the ritual of it all always throws me off. Dressing up and going out, and making conversation over dinner while trying to eat and maintain the other’s attention, and then keeping it all going if you manage to do that I just don’t always do so well one-on-one and --”

“Reid.” He pauses, then -- “Spencer.” And that stalls his stream of thought to words, catching Spencer’s attention and snagging it in the best way. “...we just did all of that. And it was great.” Hotch knows his own expression has softened around the edges over the course of the night, smiles easier to hold, eyes more expressive, and Spencer takes in every change and nuance with a well-practice eye and is… very obviously stunned by what he finds. “So -- I’d like to do it again. Saturday?” 

Shocked, eyes a little wide, breath lost to the wind, Spencer waits a beat too long to answer. Enough to make Hotch nervous, before he answers in a sound that could have been a whisper if it had been quieter. A slight crack to it that betrays his emotion.

“Okay.” 

Hotch gets a turn to be stunned, because he thought this had been about to take a very different turn. “Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“--Okay.”

Intelligent men that they were, that was the extent of the conversation, and then Reid is smiling that bright, sunshine laced smile and Hotch is trying to contain his own and -- Reid still needs to go home. So, biting his lip, Reid turns as if to leave -- is just about out the door when he stops and turns back so quick he almost runs into Hotch on the threshold. 

“So… technically, that means this was our first date, then. Right?” he looks so goddamn hopeful, and like he has something further to add, that Hotch smiles outright and this time doesn’t bother hiding it.

“Technically, yes.” He supposes it was. And it really had been… a great night. Not a bad first date, at all.

Reid takes far too long trying to string together words after that. Keeps looking to Hotch then away to gather his thoughts, then back again as if in search of something; and it’s after about the third time that Hotch realizes what he’s getting at. What he’s trying to find a way to ask. 

It hits him so silent and hard it about knocks the wind out of him.

Oh.

He can do that.

Hotch steps closer, about the same time Spencer opens his mouth like he’s finally figured out the right combination of words within the range of the English language to form a coherent sentence, and they all die on his tongue the moment Hotch guides him back with a hand on his hip. He’s done it before, gentle leading when Reid strays the wrong way or needs to be shifted in a crowded room on cases, and this time is just as easy and no different.

Except this time, Hotch isn’t maneuvering them to get past him. This time, he presses Spencer’s spine to the doorframe and leans in to capture his lips with his own. Right there, in the open doorway.

Hotch kisses him, and it’s perfect.

The gentle slide of lips is over before either know it, lasts longer than his racing heart can measure, and before Hotch can decide his next move Spencer tilts in closer and kisses him back, slow and methodical and Hotch feels that. Feels it the way he’s felt every moment they had and shared the whole night. His free hand finds that sharp jaw framed in messy curls getting longer all over again, and Spencer doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands beyond grasp at Hotch’s shirt at his sides and then -- 

Then Hotch pulls back enough that he can nudge his nose against Spencer’s carefully, a punctuation that ends the kiss soft and apologetic. Silently says that’s all they can do tonight. That there’s more, awaiting them, but that… 

That had been one hell of a good first kiss.

“See you in the morning, Spencer.” 

For once, Dr. Spencer Reid is speechless in an entirely new way, and he merely nods with lips still parted and a little darker from the kiss. From kissing him, and Hotch knows he stares more than he should, but that’s been a frequent occurrence lately. It’s just getting harder and harder to turn away, watch Reid -- Spencer -- smile at him in that quiet way only ever directed at him, and then walk away. But he lets it happen, feels every step even as he shuts the door behind him.

Because Hotch will see Spencer tomorrow.

And, one day, maybe he won’t have to watch him walk away at all. 

#this is so cute wtf #soft hotchreid ftw #criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #cm #hotchreid #fluff

[angelgrace003]

Legacy

“It’s planting seeds in a garden you’ll never get to see.” -Lin-Manuel Miranda in “Hamilton” the musical

In the year 2051 everyone who once worked for the behavioural analysis unit has long since passed on or retired. The only physical evidence of the bullpen's old occupants being some photographs on a wall. The space is inhibited by a new team of profilers, young and ready to take on the world.

“Ten dead in Ohio, wheels up in thirty.” The voice belongs to one Jack Hotchner, who adopted his fathers own catchphrase when he made his way through the BAU’s ranks.

“And here I thought we were finally gonna get a weekend off.” The complaint comes from Hank Morgan, a man who resembles his father in more ways than just looks.

“Statistically that’s never gonna happen.” The young brunette woman, Dinnia Reid rolls her shoulders as she stands grabbing her fathers old schachtel as she does. When Hank launches to mess up her hair she dodges him unfortunately causing him to fall onto the floor.

“Hey!” Henry Lamontagne snaps eyes focused half on his tablet and half on his troublemaking friends. “Knock it off, or I’ll put you both in time out.”

“We’re not children.” Hank reminds him.

“You act like children.” Lizzy (Elizabeth) Prentiss informs him without missing a beat. “Might as well be treated like children.”

“Who acts like children?” Lilly Garcia makes her way to the team having left her office momentarily (long enough to say goodbye at least) “Actually I don’t want to know.” She decides to causing Michel Lamontage to laugh throwing an arm around her shoulder carelessly.

“Might be for the best.” He concedes.

“This one is urgent.” Cori Rossi (grandchild of David Rossi) tells the team with a far away look in their eye, one someone will have to ask about later.

“It is.” Jack agrees coming down the streets. “Which is why the peanut gallery needs to get into the elevator.”

“Nobody says that anymore.” Dinna informs him as they file into the elevator as they’d been hinted (ordered) to do.

“You know what Dr…”

As the voices fade and the bullpen falls silent again, peace settles back over the room, awaiting for the return of its new (annoying, but lovable) occupants.

The team is an old song, with a new tune.

#wait this is so cute i want a whole full fledged multi chapter fic about them #am i gonna have to write it? bc i will don’t test me #criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #emily prentiss #david rossi #jennifer jareau #fluff #future #cm next generation

[angelgrace003]

"why do you ship hotchreid" because i wanna fuck aaron hotchner and i wanna be spencer reid. duh

#painfully accurate #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #hotchreid #there are more reasons obviously #but like. the basic equation is gender envy + uncontrollable lust #incorrect quotes #cm #incorrect criminal minds

[angelgrace003]

when Morgan becomes acting Unit Chief he stops calling Garcia 'baby girl' right? so, now that Hotch is no longer Unit Chief, what if he just started calling Reid, 'baby' and 'sweetheart' with the same casual affection that Morgan used on Garcia and at first Spencer is confused because he's not used to hearing that outside of their home but he soon gets used to it, whilst the rest of the team are left speechless because they didn't even know the two of them were dating until now

#sorry i'm just a sucker for secret relationships #also this could then be used as great proof that their previous work dynamic doesn't effect the job #so strauss has no choice but to let them continue dating when hotch returns as unit chief #criminal minds #hotchreid #also i'm just a sucker for hotch using the softest terms of endearment on reid #incorrect quotes #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #cm

[angelgrace003]

Let the Children Lose It

Pairing - Hotchreid (Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid)

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Rating - T

Ao3 Link

Summary

Hotch: Stuck in a meeting with Strauss. 

Jack: Waiting to be picked up at school. 

Prentiss: Waiting for Reid to get over his crush on his boss. 

Spencer: Done with everyone’s bullshit.  

Based on @panevanbuckley​‘s idea.

p.s the title has nothing to do with the work, I was just listening to Bowie. 

Let the Children Lose It

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#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #hotchreid #hotchreid fic #criminal minds fic #my fic #incorrect quotes #cm #incorrect criminal minds

[angelgrace003]

Actually the idea of Hotch being silently in love with Spencer is so. Pathetic in like the most painful/sympathetic way.

It’s like you’re 42 years old and you’re a homeowner and you’re wealthy and you’re married to your high school sweetheart and you have a baby together. U have a perfect little family and a perfect home and a perfect wife and you should be grateful and you should be happy. But you’re not grateful and you’re not happy and this ugly, painful desire is wrapping its hand around your throat and slowly consuming you alive. And he’s in his early 20s and he worships you and it’s bad and it’s wrong and you’re a pervert and you’re in love and you can’t have him. You can never, ever have him and it makes you want him so much fucking more

And god it’s probably particularly excruciating because there’s nowhere to escape this boy. Your job takes over your life and he takes over your job, and you’re not sure which of these things caused the other. He shares your hotel room and mumbles in his sleep, and you have to stay awake and listen for your name (which never comes); he sits within eyeshot of your office and wraps his fat, chapped lips around the ends of ballpoint pens, and you’re nauseous and aroused; he laughs from the back seat of an SUV while a coworker tosses skittles into his mouth, and you want to bottle that laugh and keep it on a shelf above your mantelpiece, but you don’t laugh with him, because you’re a world away from him and you’ll never be with him, not in laughter or sex or domesticity or anything but work.

And this slowly eats you alive and you can’t do anything, you can’t say anything, because it would end you as you know yourself

And you can’t live silently with all of this, can’t sit on it for much longer before you vomit it all out and make a mess of yourself, so you learn to weave your love into what you have with him

Which is nothing but. work.

You’ve passed your firearms evaluation, as far as I’m concerned; yes, we can stay in Vegas another night; no, you’re not in trouble; please just don’t do it again, I’ll have to fire you—and I can’t fire you, this is the only place I share with you, don’t you understand?

#oc #hotchreid #what am i fucking talking about lmfaoo #incorrect quotes #criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #cm

[angelgrace003]

Hotch’s Reid favoritism is so funny like he straight up lies to Hotch abt being cleared to fly after his knee injury & faces no consequence for it; he gets no formal punishment for the Owen Savage situation, Reid’s the first person Hotch opens up to about his divorce…Hotch knows Reid’s showing up to work high after revelations and doesn’t report it (although that might be bc his guilt for sending Reid to Hankle’s house in the 1st place). In zugzwang he comes IMMEDIATELY when Reid asks even though they don’t take stalking cases, on a whim in s4 Reid’s like “can we stay in Vegas for an extra night” & no questions asked Hotch reschedules the whole team’s flight. Then afterwards he approves last minute time off AND allows 2 other team members to use FBI resources for a random cold case just bc Reid’s been torn up over it. this twink’s got hotch so wrapped around his finger and for what

#your right and you should say it #hotchreid #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #oc cm #cm 8x12 #incorrect quotes #cm #incorrect criminal minds #headcanons

[angelgrace003]

prompt: Ethan calls Spencer while he's on the jet with an emergency, and he drops everything to help. That's how the team finds out about them.

Spencer's phone rings about an hour into their flight, and the rest of the team perks up as he answers. He rarely gets calls that aren't from the team themselves, so they assume this has to do with his mother, which usually isn't good news.

"Reid," Spencer says in greeting, holding the phone up to his ear. "Wait, Ethan, slow down. Hey. What's going on? ... But are you okay? I need to know that you're okay ... Good, that's good. What happened exactly? ... Oh, my god, E. What do you need? What can I do? Say it and I'm there ...

"No, I know, but we'll be home in a few hours and I can book a commercial flight. I'm serious ... No, baby, I'm not mad. God, I'm not mad at all, I'm just worried. I need ... E, I need to know that you're going to be okay and I need you to be honest with me. Do you need me there? Do you need me to come to you? ...

"Okay, I need you to take a deep breath. Good. Now one more, okay? You're doing so good. Just keep breathing. Try to relax your shoulders. It's okay, baby. Everything is going to be okay. I promise ... Yes, I mean it. I will come to you. I'll book a flight as soon as we get off the phone, okay?

"Is anyone else with you right now? Are you safe? ... Good, are they looking after you? Taking good care? The doctors know not to give you any-- okay, okay, that's good. All right, I'm going to hang up now so I can get the flight booked. Do you want me to call you back after? ... Okay. I'll talk to you really soon, E. I love you so much. Bisous."

By the time he hangs up the phone, Spencer is shaking.

"Um," he says weakly. "Um, can someone help me book a flight, please? I can't-- I can't, um--" He's crying, and he can't speak, and Emily rushes over to him with her laptop, pulling up an airline site.

"Where are you going?" she asks. "When do you need to be there?"

"New Orleans," Spencer murmurs. "As soon as possible. Like, as soon as humanly possible when we land this jet. Please."

"Okay, let me see..." Emily searches for a few minutes. "There's a flight that'll take off an hour after we land. It'll get you there in three hours. Is that okay?"

"Book it, please," Spencer says, fumbling for his credit card.

"Spence," JJ says gently, sitting down on his other side. "Is everything okay? Did something happen?"

"Ethan's been in an accident," Spencer says frantically. "That's, I mean... Ethan's my, um, my boyfriend. He lives in New Orleans. He was hit by a-- a drunk driver. He's in the hospital. He's conscious, obviously, so that's good, but--" Spencer starts to cry again. "But he's in bad shape, and he's alone at the hospital, and I need to be there, and..."

Hotch stands up and walks to the cockpit of the jet. JJ and Emily hold Spencer, soothing him, trying to calm him down. When Hotch emerges, he joins the three of them, crouching down on one knee.

"Don't book that flight, Prentiss," he says. "We're rerouting to New Orleans now."

Spencer looks up at Hotch in shock and awe and confusion.

"What?"

"You need to be with him," Hotch says simply. "We're making that happen. When the person you love needs you... you need to be there for them."

They're all thinking about Haley visiting Hotch in the hospital. About Hotch later finding Haley's body at home. No one mentions it.

"Thank you," Spencer finally squeaks out. "Hotch, thank you."

#cw car accident #cw death #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #jennifer jj jareau #ethan #spencer x ethan #maya writes more than 5 sentences #maya's spencer whump collection

[angelgrace003]

Rings (a hotchreid oneshot)

Neither hotch nor Reid wear their rings at work. They both agreed nearly immediately after they began dating to keep it a secret for their safety within the fbi, and then eventually when they got married, they decided to keep that to themselves too. They knew their ever observant colleagues would notice them each wearing the rings, so reluctantly they remained off at work.

When they're at home however, their rings are on every second they can be. They keep them near the front door and it's as much an unconscious practice to put them on the minute they walk in as it is to take their shoes off.

They both wear simple gold bands, though each is inscribed with the words "semper fidelis".

Spencer often spins his around his finger as he thinks, and often Aaron will catch him doing it and smile. Hotch also tends to wear his on a chain at his neck when doing things like dishes.

Theyre both next to never seen outside work without them.

One day however, Spencer spent a few too many hours up reading long after Aaron fell asleep. His mind was too busy and he just couldn't rest till he finished the book he was reading. Once he finished, he stumbled into bed, making sure not to wake aaron.

He took a look at his ring just as his eyes closed and didn't even finish the thought he had about removing it before he was dead to the world.

The next morning, he was spooning far too much sugar into his coffee when Rossi approached him.

"nice ring kid." He said, as he poured himself a cup.

He cursed himself internally, and quickly took it off, shoving it in his pocket. He was at least thankful it wasn't Penelope or Morgan who caught it.

That night, he and Aaron were cuddled togeather on the couch, a while after jack had gone to bed, and Reid spoke.

"do you think we should tell the team?"

#ao3 #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #fanfic #david rossi #jennifer jj jareau #emily prentiss #hotchreid

[angelgrace003]

Spencer x Elle (spencelle) headcannons (SPOILERS)

After Elle left the BAU, Reid and Elle continued dating. Spencer took leave for a couple of weeks after Gideon's death, of which he spent with Elle grieving

Elle and Spencer were affected the most by Gideon's death, and they had to lean on each other for a while

Elle washes Spencer's hair, she does it because she hates his depression-slump hair and Reid lets her because it feels nice

When they are arguing, Elle yells at Spencer in Spanish, leaving him desperately trying to use his poor Spanish skills to translate

At first, Spencer never asked Elle out because he thought Elle was getting with Morgan. He was sad but accepted it, until Elle asked him out in

They tried to keep their relationship a secret, but that ultimately failed

After Tobias Hankel, Spencer struggled to leave his room, let alone his apartment. This prompted Elle to unofficially move in with him and help him recover

Spencer returned the favour when Elle was shot, as he helped her sell her old house and officially move in with him

Elle read up on Autism for months when she first had a crush on Spencer. She started changing her language and behaviour to suit Spencer, confusing the hell out of him. He eventually fell for her because she was the only one who fully understood his quirks, needs and meltdowns

#spencer x elle #spencelle #autistic spencer reid #spencer reid #elle greenaway #criminal minds headcanons #criminal minds

[angelgrace003]

Hotch, to the BAU: Alright, listen up, you little shits.

Hotch: Not you, Reid. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled to have you here.

#incorrect quotes #criminal minds incorrect quotes #incorrect criminal minds #source: parks and rec #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #hotchreid #criminal minds #cm

[angelgrace003]

Hotchreid Headcanons ♡ Spencer x Aaron

Warnings: mentions of children cases, mentions of dilauded, mentions of kinks, autistic spencer reid

Hotch cooks for Spencer because spencer never had the chance to learn growing up

But sometimes hotch will tecah him recipes

Hotch knows cases with kids in them make spencer extra sensitive so he makes sure theres plenty of chances for spencer to be by himself and always makes sure they room together on those cases

Spencer has a cat that naps in Hotch's home office so hotch is always covered in cat hair

Hotch washes spences hair, especially when hes really upset

Spence has sensory issues and Hotch makes sure hes alway comfortable

Spence writes in the margins of books before lending them to hotch, annotating things, and writing hotch little notes

Puppy/master kink (pup Spence/mstr. Hotch)

Spence always bottoms

If Hotch is gone, Spence will use one of his t-shirts as a pillowcase

Hotch will watch some of Spencers nerdy shows just for him

I can't stress this enough: Hotch washes spences hair and gives him little scalp massages 💞

Spences cat is basically their second kid

Jack LOVES spence

They play pretend together

And spence teaches him magic tricks

Hotch got rlly nervois when meeting Diane as Spencers boyfriend for the first time

Sometimes, Spence goes nonverbal and Hotch needed to learn how to deal with that

Spence is more susceptible to "shutdowns" rather than "meltdowns" and its Hotchs job to help woth that

Idk but theyre real cute

#cm #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid headcanon #autistic spencer reid if you squint #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch headcanons #criminal minds hc #cm headcanon #headcanons

[angelgrace003]

some people headcanon spencer reid as transmasc  and they’re right and some people headcanon spencer reid as transfem and they’re right and some people headcanon spencer reid as nonbinary and they’re right and some people headcanon spencer reid as cisgender and they’re fucking stupid

#spencer reid #criminal minds #trans spencer reid