#also it's always hotchgan getting asked this. always. there is so much more to this ship than how they fuck

[eldrai]

"Which one is the bottom?" "But who tops?"

do you remember when derek ran into an active bombing site because hotch was down there and needed help. do you remember when hotch told derek he had and always would trust him with his life. do you remember hotch coming with derek in restorations. leaving the door open in profiler, profiled. derek being the one to hold him after foyet. what about "no thanks, I like my job" "you like him more". how hotch's hallucinated fears culminated in derek dying right in front of him, close enough to feel the blood. or derek saying call hotch--not 911, hotch--when they kidnapped him. or the casual touches. every time they share space they have no real reason to other than because the other is there. remember when derek took on some of the paperwork because he knew what it was like to have a single parent, so hotch wouldn't stress? or when hotch heard derek say he'd lied about a body, he'd needed help, and was instantly ready to go? how over and over they always gravitate back to each other? remember when derek said hotch could sometimes be kind of a drill sergeant, softening it with the qualifiers? when hotch tells derek about haley leaving? when derek says to rossi he's going to do whatever hotch needs him to do because he's lost enough? every single time derek is the one to seriously worry about hotch when he's hurt? do you remember all of that?

to answer the question, i don't know. i don't see why it matters, because i think any of the above tells you infinitely more about them.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #hotchgan #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #this is a general trend I've noticed over months not any one specific thing #also preferences are fine it's just when bottom and top seem to become synonymous for certain personality traits that isn't great #I'm pretty sure it ties into the whole alpha male thing #because if you go off stereotypes they'd both be imagined as tops #and therefore you HAVE to know who bottoms to know how the relationship works l #forcing them into boxes and ignoring their actual dynamic #also it's always hotchgan getting asked this. always. there is so much more to this ship than how they fuck #cm thoughts

[softhairedhotch]

lil pre-relationship hotchgan fic that could be seen as platonic but i didn't write it with that in mind!!

comfortember day seven: sick/illness

aaron hotchner x derek morgan

jack is sick and aaron, in his panic, asks derek for help.

word count: 1k

warnings/content: jack is ill, worried aaron, derek saves the day, mentions of food and painkillers, pre-relationshup hotchgan fluff

comfortember masterlist here!

also on ao3!

spider-man and soup

Derek's phone rings in his pocket and he fishes it out, muting the song he's listening to as he checks the contact information. At the sight of Aaron's name, he almost sighs. "We got a case?" 

"What? No, no, sorry, do you think you can come to mine, please?" 

"Of course," Derek replies, stomach dropping at the panic in Aaron's voice. It's rare to hear his voice waver from its usual tone, much less sound as panicked as it does right now, and Derek feels uneasy. "What's wrong?"

"Jack's sick. Really sick. He needs, uh, some medicine, and Jessica isn't available so I guess I thought to call you." 

Derek silently wonders why he hadn't called JJ instead as he locks the front door and makes his way to his car but he refuses to voice that out loud. Now's not the time for that. "What do you need? I'll pick it up, Hotch, anything you want." 

"Cough medicine, some painkillers, cough drops if there's any available just in case, and a few snacks, if you can." 

Derek nods to himself, repeating the list as he starts the car. "Got it. Anything else?" 

"That'll be all, thanks." 

"I'll be over ASAP."

***

Finding the items for Jack proves much more difficult than he assumed it'd be. There's too many options, ones he's never even had the need to look at before, and he feels rather lost. Glancing around for a nearby employer and coming up short, he lets out a sigh and digs his phone out from his pocket, scrolling through his contacts before finding his mom's and calling. 

She answers on the third ring. "Sweetheart! Oh, what a lovely surprise." 

"Hey, mama," he replies, grinning at the sound of her voice. "Sorry for the random call, I just need some help with something." 

"Never apologize for calling me, Derek, it's always nice to hear your voice." She shuffles around on the other side of the line. "What do you need?" 

"Well, what do I buy for children? For medicine, I mean. When they're sick." 

She laughs, amused. "Derek Morgan, is there something you're not telling me?" 

"Wh– No, ma," he chuckles, "Jack's really sick." 

"Hm, you mean Aaron's boy?" There's a smirk in her voice. 

"Yes, ma, Aaron's boy. He asked me to grab him a few things and I'm a bit out of my depth here." 

"He asked you specifically, hm?" 

"Ma!" 

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just messin' with you, sweetheart. So, you're gonna wanna grab some Tylenol. Children's one, not the one for adults. The one with the oral suspension, if they have it, that always goes down much better from my experience. And then you'll want soup. Any soup will do but one without any bits in it, like tomato or chicken, also goes down better than anything else. You getting this, honey?"

Derek hums as he throws various items in his basket. "I am." 

"Good," she replies, before listing off a few more items he can grab. 

"Thanks, ma," he says once he's gotten everything he needs. "Really appreciate the help, you're a saint." 

"Takes one to know one." 

"Yeah, yeah," Derek chuckles. "Well, I have to go now, I'll call you sometime later this week, okay? I'll find out when I'm next free to visit and we'll arrange a date. That sound good?" 

"That sounds great. I love you, honey. Take care of Jack, yeah? And Aaron."

"I love you more, ma. And I will." 

He makes his way to the counter and pays for the items when his eye catches onto a mini Spider-man plush. "You wanna buy it?" The cashier asks, already grabbing it from where it's placed on display. "It's the last one." 

"Yeah, sure, why not?" 

It takes fifteen minutes to get from the store to Aaron's, fifteen minutes he's sure the poor man is stressing over in his panic. He pulls up to the apartment and parks beside Aaron's car, ensuring he has everything with him before making his way to the front door and knocking a specific pattern he picked up when he was younger that's become like second nature now.

The door opens immediately and an unkempt Aaron greets him with a relieved smile. Derek feels a flutter or two in his stomach at that but he pushes the thought away and smiles back. 

"Got you what you needed," he says, handing Aaron the bag. "You need me to do anything else?" 

"I think that's all. Thank you, I appreciate it." 

Derek nods and steps inside, ignoring the confused look Aaron sends him. "C'mon man, you're freaking out over here all alone, I'm not gonna leave you like this."

Aaron is speechless. 

"Besides, you'll need some company once Jack's settled down." 

"Will I?" 

"Yeah," he nods, heading to the kitchen and grabbing Jack's favourite bowl from the cupboard. "Don't want you losing your mind, do we? Wouldn't be good for the team's morale." Derek reaches out and takes the bag from Aaron's hand, pulling out the soup and a few more items before giving it back. "Now go be there for your kid, man. I'll make him something to eat." 

Aaron's shoulders drop and he looks like he might cry. "Thank you, Morgan." 

"Anytime, man." 

Later on in the night when Jack is fast asleep with a stomach full of soup, Spider-Man plush wrapped up in his arms and thumb in his mouth, Derek coaxes Aaron out into the living room. He forces him to relax on the couch before going back into the kitchen, coming out moments later with a tray of food. 

"You didn't have to do this, Morgan," Aaron says, sounding guilt-ridden. He looks down at the soup on the plate and the cheese toastie beside it. "I'm grateful, of course, but you didn't have to do all of this." 

"I know." 

"But you did it anyway." 

Derek drops beside him on the couch and grabs the remote, switching on the TV and putting on a random movie. "Of course I did." 

He misses the look of adoration that crosses Aaron's face. 

tag list: @hotchs-big-hands @criminalskies @ssahotchnerr @citrusiove

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[masterwords]

Hello, do you mind if I ask for a lot at once for the OTPs one? They're just too good to resist 💙

(20) Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

(22) What reminds each of their partner?

(42) What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

(51) What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

(48) Who's the better driver? - I feel like having to preface this by saying I mean it ordinarily and not when they're after unsubs probably means it's not Hotch, but...

Also #59 made me lol given the many many conversations had about that particular question and Hotchgan already

Do I mind the chance to go fully feral about them? No, sir, I do not mind at all. <3

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

Oh...oh no. There are so many! ONE SONG?! Okay I'm gonna do two, because there is one that screams them on-screen, and one that screams them in my head. And so you get two.

On screen, I always think about "Trust" by The Cure.

There's no-one left in the world That I can hold onto There is really no-one left at all There is only you And if you leave me now You leave all that we were Undone There is really no-one left You are the only one And still the hardest part for you To put your trust in me I love you more than I can say Why won't you just believe?

And then the Them in my head, their theme song is "Restless Heart" by Peter Cetera. For all the reasons.

22. What reminds each of their partner?

Well, first of all they are both sentimental fools. That's a fact. Sunrises and coffee breath, the sensations of an early morning run. Gunpowder and shredded paper at the firing range. Popcorn and icy condensation pooling on a sticky bar table. The smell of hotel shampoo and dusty air conditioning and the echo of walking down a new yet always the same carpeted hallway every day/week/month. I think they travel so often together that anything has potential to be a reminder - when you do so much life with a person, they are woven into every aspect of it.

42. What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

I'm going to speak to their older years, when the adrenaline junkies settle down a little and learn how to enjoy moments. LOL While I do think they can find a way to enjoy almost anything together, I think a heat wave has to be it for them. Grilling in the backyard, gardening, drinking iced tea by the gallon. Derek can walk around naked if he's so inclined (and there isn't anyone around to see), Hotch can nap in the hammock, and life is good. But a good snowstorm in Chicago, the kind where you have to dig yourself out of your doorway just to go get your mail, the kind where you drag your kid's sled behind you down to the corner store to haul your groceries home because no one can drive...is a nice way of forcing them to settle down a bit. To just sit quietly in their snow-insulated home, curled up beneath blankets and watching movies or reading books, cooking and sleeping.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Oh you know I'm a sucker for this one. So much of what they do is nonverbal. The things these two can say to one another with just a look. Derek learns how to make coffee the way Hotch likes it, he learns the exact measurements because he might not care that much (coffee is coffee), Hotch does. He would never turn his nose up at caffeine, even terrible police station slop, but there are just certain things that he enjoys and it's a pretty small sacrifice to pull out the measuring spoons in order to see that look of bliss when it's exactly right. And Hotch, touch-starved king, loves to rub Derek's shoulders. And back and feet and whatever else he's tweaked by running full speed into danger.

48. Who's the better driver?

Uh...sorry Hotch. Just because you do most of the driving thanks to your need to control (or your intense car sickness) doesn't mean you're the better driver, it just means you're the boss. LOL I do imagine Derek is actually a pretty good driver. He learned to drive in the congested streets of Chicago, he worked as a cop which meant a lot of driving time, he rides a motorcycle, I bet he's got some very good driving music intuition...I just think he's probably got a very good sense of direction (hello vibing it) and he's comfortable behind the wheel. When boiled down, I just don't think Hotch likes to drive as much as Derek does, like the simple act of driving doesn't bring him pleasure like it does Derek, he simply needs to. And therein lies the difference to me.

AHAHAHAA. Oh...59. That's a hard no from me, dawg.

want me to talk about hotchgan? i will...at length...and hey, if you don't vibe with those questions, ask some of your own. i'll talk about them all day.

#otp asks

[toomanyroleplays]

Hey Gang

So to say the least I am ever so bored and looking to get some new roleplays up and running. First off the very most important thing to know about me is I'm 25 coming to you from the Cringy One Direction Roleplay era. So please please please be at least 18 but I would prefer 20 and up in a perfect world. I ONLY write on Discord in the third person. My minimum is two paragraphs and my max well she's all over the place typically around five paragraphs. I'm ghost and cringe-friendly. I love building playlists and interest boards for RPs and world-building and just all the OOC chit-chat you could dream of. I'm looking for romance and if all parties are comfy some spice in the plot along with everything else we could ever dream up within reason. I'm open to writing all pairing types and OCxCC or CCxCC but no OCxOC sorry! But I double! :) Fandoms and a little more about what I'm looking for in each one. Marvel/MCU/Comics: I am a die-hard Phlint shipper and I am always down to write them. I have hardcore missed this pair so damn much since Omegle left us. There are other canon ships I'm down to write as well the list is hella long and fluctuates with my mood so please ask and I'll happily supply you with that list and whom I write. I am also always down to write OCxCC for Marvel. I'm open to ABO and BDSM AU's in this fandom as well. Hobbit: I've kinda got a half assed OC/fan species idea but like fuck if I know. So like while I wanna say I would be down to write OCxCC I'm probably gonna lean towards CCxCC but you never know I might be in the mood to bust that sucker out. I'm all for Thilbo always have been. Have you read An Unexpected Addition by karategal on AO3? I've basically taken it as canon now. Anywho other ships also include Dworin, Dwori, and Boffins. WWE It's cringe I know but shit dude I love that silly wrestling. Ask me about it in the DM's if you're interested. We can work literally anything out. I love it all. Criminal Minds bring on the OCxCC or CCxCC would love to do a Marvel CCxCC crossover though I could be talked into an OCxCC cross over. Ships I kinda love em all for the sake of not making this post any longer I'll put in my top four but feel free to ask about others. Hotchgan, Demily, Morcia and Moreid Harry Potter Golden Trio I'm looking for OCxCC please don't ask me to play Voldy or like any Malfoy. Characters are 18+ so no Hogwarts sorry fam. Uh plots all I can say is buckle up I'm a little bit of a goblin. Marauders era OCxCC or CCxCC looking for alternate war endings. Rare pairs, and heavy world-building. Please do not ask me to write snape I can't go there.

Ok OK so last one and like this shit is hella specific so don't mind me I'm just being hopeful. Percy Jackson (TV series) I read book one years ago gonna start a read-through soon. I am Specifically looking for an AresxF OC of mine. I'm hoping to find someone flexible and willing to help me make sense of this cracked-out plot I've had bouncing around in my brain for weeks.

If any of this interests you please feel free to shoot me a message on Discord or interact with the post and I'll reach out.

pythonsmonty

#marvel roleplay #mcu roleplay #avengers roleplay #marvel rp #mcu rp #adam copeland #hotchgan #Thilbo #hobbit rp #WWE rp #AEW rP #aew roleplay #wwe roleplay #Phlint #harry pottter roleplay #harry potter rp #criminal minds roleplay #Percy Jackson roleplay #Percy Jackson rp #oc x canon #canon x canon #Roleplay #fandom roleplay #discord rp #discord roleplay #romance rp #oc roleplay

[hotchley]

Hey, hope you are doing well. I am having a bit of a hard time right now, it's just been a terrible few days and I wondered if you had any cute Hotchgan headcanons to cheer me up. 🤗

Oh no :(

In the same way all good things must come to an end, some must all bad things. This will get better too, I promise (and sorry for being late, I was meant to have a chemistry test but it got cancelled...)

Cute. I am not good at cute, but here we go

Cute Hotchgan Headcanons

Sometimes they coordinate random items. And by that I mean Hotch wears a blue blazer, so Morgan wears blue socks. Or Morgan will wear a grey t-shirt, so Hotch pulls out the tie that is the exact same shade. It's silly, but it makes them feel connected to each other

They both propose. Morgan isn't much of a planner when it comes to romance, preferring to let things run their natural course and do things in the spur of the moment, but he wants the proposal to be perfect so he plans every last sentence. It goes perfectly. And then Hotch hits his head during an unsub chase, and during his stay in the hospital (he has a concussion), he proposes. When Morgan says they're already engaged, he looks so shocked that Emily has to take a photo.

They love dancing. And not just slow-dancing in the dining room whilst Jack is asleep, but all types of dancing. When they're on a night out with the team, they spend most of their time on the dance floor just enjoying being close to each other. They're also surprisingly good at Just Dance, which always makes Jack cringe because they're his dads and... no.

They're both content to simply exist together. Sometimes, they'll sit for hours in the same room (or office) just doing their respective pieces of work and not saying a single word to each other. But they still pick up on the little things, like when a report is particularly difficult or more caffeine is needed. It always feels like intruding, when someone has to knock and ask for something.

Everywhere is a place to cuddle. The jet, the sofa, the bed- it's doesn't matter, they both love cuddling too much to care. Derek likes resting his head on Hotch's chest because it means he can hear his steady heartbeat at all moments, and Hotch likes leaning on Derek's shoulder because it means his hair is played with. No matter how they position themselves, it's a silent way of saying I Love You and I'm Here and I'm Not Leaving.

<3

#people talk to me #hotchgan #mortch

[wheelsup]

moreid as a cheesy high school teen movie romance | headcannon

(this really got away from me, it is incredibly cheesy. derek and spencer are the same age (but one year apart) in this au. tw: mentions of anxiety, mentions of homophobia. 1.4k words because like i said, it got away from me)

spencer, a sophomore, shows up on the first day of school in one of derek’s junior-level classes. derek remembers him from the summer, when he had to come to school for off-season practice and spencer was there for chess club tournaments, he passed him a few times in the hall. he’s gotten taller since then, and his cheekbones have come in. he looks good. not like the awkward freshman he remembers.

spencer’s always getting called on in class, and derek can see him panicking every time he has to speak up.

each time spencer’s anxiety kicks up after he talks in class, derek leans over and tells him he did a good job. that he didn’t look as nervous as he felt.

spencer starts speaking up more in class, not just because derek’s reassuring him and easing his anxiety, but because he knows it will get the boy will talk to him. even if for just a moment.

after class one day, derek stops spencer as he’s walking home and asks for his phone number. he says it’s so they can talk about homework, but derek knows that it’s the only thing he won’t be texting reid for. spencer has to pretend his hands aren’t violently shaking when he types his number into derek’s phone, he’s afraid he’s going to drop it with how sweaty his palms feel.

spencer waits for derek to text him, but nothing comes through. two days go by without a message, and spencer’s stomach is turning inside out and he’s so sad. on the third day, derek finds him in the cafeteria at lunch and corners him, asking why he hasn’t been responding to his messages. 

“why haven’t you texted me back?”

“i never got a message?” 

“well i sent you like seven of them”

that’s when they figure out spencer gave him the wrong number. he was so nervous and shaky that he hit a zero where it should have been a one. both those boys spent three days thinking that their crush was unrequited. in reality, derek had sent him seven texts and spencer was crushing so hard he couldnt even type right. 

reid’s contact name is obviously pretty boy

spencer hates phones but he turns his notifications on just so he never misses a text

dereks mature and texts back normally, spencer is insecure and tries to wait to reply so he doesn’t look like he was waiting for a text

even though the mutual crush is so obvious, they still pretend like their texts are nothing to speak of. they’re nervous.

them staying up past midnight texting is just because they’re “buds”. derek telling spencer what his favorite movies are, which spencer saved onto his netflix list, and spencer sending derek song recommendations that he saves into a playlist, is definitely just “buddy” stuff. 

it’s the day before the big homecoming game, and derek’s going to start. he wore his letterman jacket around all week to show his pride, like football players are supposed to do the week leading up to the game.

it also rains really hard that day, and spencer shows up to class looking like a drowned puppy with his sweater completely soaked. he had to walk across the entire campus to make it to class, and he couldn’t avoid getting caught in the rain.

derek sees him, shivering and pale, and slips him his letterman jacket to wear in class. he does it so casually, like it wasn’t even a question for him to give it up, but, he’s nervous that spencer’s not gonna wanna wear it, even if he is fighting hypothermia. he has to actively try not to smile when spencer accepts the jacket.

it’s so much bigger than spencer is, and so, so warm. 

after class, spencer hands it back to him and thanks him for letting him wear it. derek tells him to hold on to it for now.

“aren’t you supposed to wear it for the game tomorrow?”

“how about you wear it. give it back to me after i win.”

he blushes so hard and he’s so in love with derek, but spencer’s scared to wear it to school the next day.

nobody would say anything to derek, but the homophobic assholes could easily pick on spencer. they already ragged on him enough, he didn’t want to give them any more reasons. he tries it on and takes it off a hundred and one times in the mirror before going to school.

he ultimately doesn’t wear it to class.

it would just make him too easy of a target, and he wanted to so badly, but he’s scared of the bullies.

he’s also scared to face derek. he avoids him all day, hoping he doesn’t see that spencer didn’t wear it to class that day like he was supposed to. he avoids him in the hall. he hides in a seat in the back of the classroom.

it doesn’t work. derek turns around in the front row, eyes scanning for spencer. he’s absolutely crestfallen when he sees him, sans jacket. and spencer’s clearly been avoiding him today, and so he gets the message. spencer doesn’t like him like that.

the sun was out that day, and the wet grass field was gonna dry up in time for the big game, but derek’s whole world felt dark.

spencer tries to talk to him after class, but derek’s nowhere to be found. he texts him as he walks home alone and doesn’t get any response. spencer tries to convince himself derek’s just at practice, and he doesn’t have his phone on him, but he knows that practice doesn’t run that long.

it’s 7pm now. derek’s big game is about to start, and spencer’s sitting on his bed, staring at the ceiling and hoping he didn’t just ruin his chance. derek looks over the bleachers before the coin toss and he doesn’t see the only face he’s looking for.

bullies have taken so much from spencer, and he was letting them take his first (potential) boyfriend away from him too. spencer wants to stay in bed and cry, and he does for a bit, but if ever spencer was going to take a stance, he decided it should be now.

he shows up to the game five minutes before half time, just enough to see derek in action. he’s never seen anything so impressive. as the team is huddled up and the marching band is playing, derek by chance glances over the bleachers and sees reid. front row with that big jacket over his shoulders.

derek’s heart has left his body, ascended into the sky. he plays even better that second half, but he feels like he’s floating on air, even when he’s getting tackled and rammed.

reid, who has never seen a game of football in his life, is learning everything he can as it unfolds before him.

he’s clinging onto every play, cheering when derek does something good (really, the whole team did it, but to reid derek IS the whole team) and booing when the other team was up.

sometimes he doesn’t know what happened and why the crowd is cheering, but he cheers anyways.

the game is over and people are leaving but spencer is glued in place. the team lost and everyone’s disappointed, but spencer is the proudest he could ever be.

because the first derek does is walk off the field and towards the bleachers. to him.

they don’t kiss. not here. in front of all these prying eyes and bright lights, not in a place where they couldn’t savor it.

derek does hold spencer’s hand, though. it means everything that he came. it means more that he wore the jacket.

and he’s scared, too. he might be the school’s beloved football star, but this is the first boy he’s ever liked and he doesn’t know how to handle it.

they leave the game together. derek’s team is wondering where he went because he was supposed to come get drunk with them to forget the loss. but derek won tonight.

derek and spencer tell each other they might not know how to do this, but they wanna figure it out. it’s worth enduring a bit of pain for this much joy. the bullies couldn’t possibly kill off the butterflies in spencer’s stomach every time he even thought about derek.

they kiss at spencer’s front door, under his dimmed porch light. the world falls away around them, all that exists is derek’s hands caressing spencer’s face, and spencer’s arms wrapping around derek’s waist.

spencer keeps the letterman jacket. he’s going to wear it to class on monday.

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#moreid #derek morgan #derek x spencer #spencer reid #hc #headcannon #criminal minds #my fic #derek morgan x spencer reid

[hazelhearts]

ok mutuals. no bombarding ask boxes today. today i become a big kid. let's go (totally stole this idea from my lovely wife @salvatoresupremacy but it's fineeee)

@salvatoresupremacy - my dearest wife. i love you so much. you're so cool. it's crazy to believe we're mutuals sometimes. love you so so much <3

@anastasiahotchner - the lovely anastasia. you are so cool and funny and smart and just overall amazing. i'm so happy we became mutuals and friends. you're one of my favorite people. love you mommm <3

@baureid - hey wifey. how your day? i just wanted you to know that i love you and you are very special to me. idk what i would do without you and your daily updates on your crazy school life. your a very important person in my life and ilysm. i can't wait to move into a huge penthouse in nyc and drink wine and see every site and do everything there is to do with you <3

@hotchley - sumayyah, my love. i just started reading your novel and it's amazing! i love you so much and i'm so happy i met you. you are one of the most awkward yet sweet people ever. i'm always here for you gorgeous <3

@lesboobs-blackbird - hey lovely! we don't talk that often but the day you filled out my google form and wrote all those sweet things i smiled bigger than i had in a while. you are so sweet and funny and cool and i'm so happy i met you!

@racingairplanes - mr. q, adam, famous bestie. i am so happy we started interacting on here! i consider you a friend and you're literally famous. you're so cool and funny. it would be a lot better if you had a better sleep schedule but baby steps. love you <3

@ssacalumsg0lden - grace! my twin flame. my first friend on here. my og. we stopped talking as much as we used to and i honestly feel like i haven't talked to you in ages. i just wanted you to know that i love you so much and i am always here for you. i miss talking to you as much as we used to and i love you <3

@tenelvez - isa you are literally so cool wtf. you are one of my coolest and funniest mutuals. you're super sweet and i love your blog more than i can put into words. i'm so happy i met you on here and can't wait to interact more <3

@wifeyprentiss - my lovely neha, hey there! how is your day? did you sleep? eat? drink water? i'm just here to let you know that i love you and i'm so proud of you. wifey you are so cool and funny and random and i love it. i love your blog and our shared love for emily prentiss and moreid. i can't wait to grow with you and become closer <3

@caitlinnann - we only recently started talking but you are super sweet! you interact with my posts pretty often and i love it and you. i also love our shared love for emily prentiss. you're so sweet and i love you so much!

@deadravenclaw - hey raven! i wanted to let you know that i love you and our shared love for em as well. all of our interactions have been positive ones and you are super super sweet! i love you and your blog <3

@bus-kids - hey levi! i just wanted to let you know that i love you and your blog and i'm so happy we're mutuals! love you so so much <3

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[eldrai]

Strength In The Open (+ bonus)

Read the main fic here

5+1 gen fic with autistic!Hotch, focused around stimming and team interactions.

I also have a not-yet-proofread bonus that’s technically unrelated to the main fic but I couldn’t not write Hotchgan about it too. So this is set after chapter 6 and it will make more sense if you’ve read the fic, but it’s not necessary to read with the rest of the fic.

The terrible part is it makes sense.

Derek feels guilty, somehow, irrationally, for not noticing it; he spends enough time around Aaron he should’ve noticed how often he buries his hands in his pockets or folds his arms to keep them still – out of sight – and doubly so considering he’s a profiler.

He knows it’s the entire point. He knows it’s not his fault. He knows the whole point of it was to be secret and subtle.

That does not make it any better.

Aaron hadn’t said more on the subject before they’d gone inside, but when they sat back down around the table, Derek searched it up and scrolled through page after page of results – promoting it for children with autism, primarily, then explanations, then a handful of testimonies scattered throughout. There are studies on it. He’d ask Reid if he had a reason to bring up the topic naturally but for now his own skim reading will have to do.

It isn’t a good picture.

He’s only seen a handful of photos of Aaron as a kid, even fewer anecdotes about his childhood, and he can’t stop them coming to the forefront of his mind. Adults holding him down. Forcing his hands flat and still. Hitting him.

They don’t talk about it, not amongst a crowded precinct, not when the team grab dinner, not when they get back to the hotel. Aaron sits at the desk with a small mountain of paperwork and Derek spreads the photos across the bed to try and make sense of their unsub and spends more time glancing over at Aaron’s bouncing leg or his thumb flicking over his fingers than he does on the case.

They’re not distracting. Just little habits he’s seeing in a new light.

A comfortable silence fills the room and it lasts until they’re getting ready for bed and Derek’s flipping between useless apps on his phone while Aaron’s brushing his teeth.

He’s noticed it before, in an offhand kind of way, how Aaron always does it in exactly that order. Brush his teeth (pacing in slow, lazy circles as he does) and then returns to get the glass he left on his nightstand, to fill it with water twice: first to drink from, then to top it up again. Every hotel, every night at home, the same. Derek finds it endearing; he’ll hear the bathroom light clicking on, knows to wait for the second set of footsteps which tell Aaron’s coming to bed.

Repetitive isn’t a bad thing.

Sometimes – when he doesn’t notice Derek looking – Aaron’s fingers will tap against his leg in a faint rhythm. And tonight he’s brushing his teeth with his other hand flapping in the same casual manner.

Derek isn’t intending to stare, he really isn’t. There’s just something in the contentedness of it, getting to see more clearly than anything short of an outright declaration Aaron’s that comfortable around him. In seeing him so at ease when he spends so much of his time stifling the parts of him they taught him to. It isn’t fair they took that simple pleasure from him – that and so much more - and not at all that they replaced it with a shame so deep it’s taken the better part of four decades to even begin unlearning, but watching him reclaim it…

It leaves a melancholy warmth in his chest. Grief for the fact it’s necessary, and joy Aaron can.

He realises he might’ve been staring a little too long when Aaron stops.

“What?” Aaron asks through a mouthful of toothpaste. He slides his other hand into his pockets.

“Nothing,” Derek says, because he doesn’t want Aaron to worry, then: “Just you,” because Aaron will worry if he doesn’t specify.

Aaron gives him a second quizzical look. His gaze lingers.

“You were stimming,” Derek says. There’s still an air of awkwardness to the words, clinical and new, saying them out loud. Fuck, it’s not even his disorder and he feels weird saying it – he can’t imagine what kind of shame Aaron is trying to work through.

All the more reason to talk about it, then.

His response is little more than a hum. His face drops into a flat neutral and he turns away to spit foamy toothpaste into the sink. Derek sits up and pads into the bathroom as Aaron’s rinsing the last of it down the drain.

“I wasn’t watching deliberately,” Derek says. Aaron meets his eyes in the mirror for a second then his gaze falls away again. “I just… it’s shitty that you’ve got to be ashamed of it, and I know it’s for you, but it’s nice. ‘Cause I know it helps you or you’re feeling good and I get to see a reminder of that when you’re doing it.

Aaron rinses his toothbrush for far too long and Derek’s heart sinks a little when he says nothing.

“I like seeing you happy,” Derek says. “And look, I wish everything wasn’t the way it was and it’d be fine whenever, but I’m glad you can relax when it’s just us.”

“You don’t have to explain,” Aaron says wearily.

“I don’t have to,” Derek agrees, “but I wanted to. That, and I can’t enjoy looking at you from time to time?”

“Because toothpaste is that attractive,” he deadpans.

“Mostly you,” Derek says, and though it gets Aaron’s lips to twitch it’s not the smile he’d hoped for. His eyes are distant, distracted, clouded with the same thoughts keeping his hands still.

Aaron’s gaze flicks off to the side like it does when he’s thinking of something particularly emotional; he only looks back at Derek when he talks, then he’s flat and factual: “This isn’t what you signed up for.”

He’s not moving so Derek sidles up closer behind him instead and drapes an arm over his chest, pulls Aaron lightly against him. “Bullshit. It’s exactly what I did.”

Aaron shakes his head with a frustrated sigh and pulls away from Derek, his hands splayed out on the counter, head ducked down. “If I’d have known—”

“It doesn’t make a difference,” Derek says.

“You don’t know that.”

“Neither do you,” he says. The words feel cold once they’re out of his mouth, almost cruel, but from Aaron’s silence he knows it’s had the intended effect – breaking him out of his spiralling hypotheticals. Because they don’t know that (well, Derek does) and they can’t so there’s no use worrying.

He wonders if that’s where all the repressed energy ends up, anxious thoughts racing around inside Aaron’s head. It really wouldn’t surprise him.

“So we’ve got a word for it now, that’s great. But your brain’s always been the same,” Derek says. “I’d love you if we never knew and I’d love you if we always had.”

Aaron says nothing but he lets himself lean back, relaxing against Derek, which constitutes an answer in and of itself.

“When I say I love you,” Derek says, reaching for Aaron’s hand, “I mean all of you. You know that, right?”

His hand is ink-stained and cold as Derek raises it to his lips and presses a soft kiss over his knuckles. Tension bleeds from Aaron’s shoulders with a quiet exhale. His dark eyes are bright.

“I know,” Aaron says. He squeezes Derek’s hand. “You too.”

#hotchgan #autistic hotch #cm fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #mine

[masterwords]

Hi,

13 - Who‘s the bigger tease?

60 - Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

Helloooo! Ahh, these are good good questions.

13 - Who‘s the bigger tease?

Hotch. Whether intentional or not (although I think he definitely knows what he's doing much of the time). I think Derek would like to think it's him, he would be wrong though. Part of it is that Hotch doesn't always realize he's being a tease, he's just being himself, doing his thing. He's getting dressed for work or he's standing a certain way or he's got that look on his face or his hand on his hip. Hotch stuff. And Derek will just look at him like 0.o seriously dude?

60 - Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

Derek does the pulling, because Hotch is the snuggle machine. He's cold all the time and wants to absorb every little bit of Derek's heat, he's touch-starved, he's lonely...any number of factors will make him the one more desperate for the closeness, but he'll wait until Derek pulls him in. Because maybe Derek needs his space, and Hotch won't begrudge him that. But that's rarely the case. (And Derek, who sleeps hot, who sleeps naked and still kicks out of the blankets, also does the pushing away. Does the moving so he's on his own, stretched out, a snoring furnace. Hotch can become a full burrito in the blankets, he can have them all.)

want me to talk about hotchgan? i will...at length...and hey, if you don't vibe with those questions, ask some of your own. i'll talk about them all day.

#otp asks #hotchgan

[masterwords]

Hi🥰I love your sweet and tender and AMAZING hotchgan works soooooo much!!! Thank you for all these wonderful fics for hotchgan🥹Lucky to have you here!

And since your requests are open, mind I suggest:

Morgan is wary of being open or vulnerable to others. As the only man in his family, he has to be strong for his family. He was so used to facing almost everything on his own and never asked for help. He has been so conditioned that he doesn’t need comfort so he just closes off and deals with it himself.

Then Aaron Hotchner and BAU came to his life. His new found family. They always tell him by word or deed that he doesn't have to face everything alone. After spending so many years being alone, it's hard to change, but Derek Morgan is a brave man, with his family around, he’s willing to try.

Something likes this pls? Since I haven’t seen much of Hurt Morgan or Protective Hotch… I hope to have something new🥹Hurt/Comfort with Hotchgan and BAU as a family maybe? They’re so sweet and OMG I can’t have enough of this!!!!!

Sorry for the mess and thank you so much❤️❤️❤️

Okay, first of all? THANK YOU SO MUCH! It's always so so nice to hear from people who enjoy hotchgan, it's definitely not a well-loved ship in this fandom. (I'll never never never understand why.) So, thank you for your kid words because you definitely made me tear up a little!

So, in spite of that, I wrote you something that caught my attention first and it isn't hotchgan...it's platonic...but it's so soft and sweet that I hope you like it. And I do have another set around the time when Derek was Unit Chief that also falls into your idea for sure, and it is hotchgan, so I'll be posting that soon. This one just flowed faster. Less plot involved. Less plot, more feels. That comes a lot easier.

So, while this isn't "hurt Morgan"...he is struggling, and Hotch does help. I hope it's okay!

Here it is! Sunk Deep In the Night

Please, always feel free to send in requests. I don't always get to them quickly but I love them anyway. I'm a very scatterbrained writer and really need to be in a certain mood to make something worth posting.

[hotchley]

Hey, oh my gosh congratulations on 500!! You so deserve it, you seem like one of the sweetest and most thoughtful people ever! I would like to request [12] from [angst] with Hotchgan (platonic) please!! Although no pressure, I’m sure you must be getting a lot. Congratulations again!

Thank you!! That's very sweet of you <3 this came... perhaps a little too easily to me... I very rarely whump anyone that isn't Hotch, but the idea seemed good at the time... I apologise if it's terrible... it's canon-divergent/partially AU (one big plot point changes) from 5x04 Cradle to the Grave

12: “i’m scared.”

Trigger Warnings: self-blame, major character death

read on ao3!

From the moment he had stepped into the BAU, Derek Morgan had known Aaron Hotchner's plans for him. They weren't a secret to anyone. From the moment he walked in, kind smiles and gentle eyes, but also a fierce determination and a will of steel, he had known the plan.

When Hotch retired- not if, because at that point, Jason was still himself and Hotch was convinced he could transfer- Morgan would take over his role. He would become Unit Chief, and whoever had been on the team the longest at that point would become lead profiler if Gideon had also retired.

Things had been simpler then. More black and white. Easier.

And then Adrian Bale killed six of their agents, and Hotch was pulling away and lying to their higher-ups, and Morgan was trying to handle the loss of not just his colleagues, but his best friend who seemed to think burying himself in work was the way to handle life.

And then George Foyet came back.

Derek had heard of the case- everyone at Quantico had- but he'd never realised just how deeply it had impacted Aaron until they were in Boston, retracing his steps and looking into old leads once more. He had assumed it was just another case. He had been wrong.

It was stupid, and he knew it was just his own brain being stupid, but when everything seemed to be going wrong, he felt responsible. As though his sudden determination to bring Hotch back out of his shell by being his old self had caused Foyet's escape and Aaron's further withdrawal.

He wanted to help. Really, he did. But then Spencer almost died, and they were being called to Canada for a case they would all remember perfectly- eidetic memory or not.

And then Hotch was spending thirty-four days off work, when the doctors had recommended double that. Haley and Jack were gone, somewhere far from both the horrors of Hotch's work and his self-destructive spiral. Spencer had been shot in the leg. Everything was falling apart, and Morgan was barely holding onto his own sanity, but it was clear Hotch was not as well as he wanted everyone to believe. Morgan had wanted to say something, but in between everything that seemed to be happening, he never got the chance.

Then Hotch went from closed off and quiet to far too abrupt and borderline cruel. Morgan knew something was up, but he couldn't quite place it.

And then he got told he needed to be Unit Chief. Aaron could claim it was just pretend, but Derek knew better. Hotch was terrified. He wasn't sure he could be impartial anymore. He didn't trust his judgement. Probably hadn't since Foyet.

Derek Morgan had always believed the words Unit Chief would go before his name many years in the future. When the job would return to being a desk one. When Jack was in college, or at the very least, high school. When everyone on the team had grown up. He had always assumed that he would have more time.

He doesn't want the role. Not now. Not like this.

But Aaron is looking at him with such desperation and nervousness that he simply swallows the lump in his throat, and smiles. Accepts the role with his usual easy-going nature. Pretends he isn't moments from crying. Takes the first box, and looks through the file like nothing is wrong.

"What is it?" Aaron asks. Because he knows Derek. Maybe better than he knows himself.

Derek knows there is no point in lying because Hotch isn't talking about the paperwork. "I'm scared," he confesses.

"Of what?"

"This. Being leader. Being in charge. Hotch, there was a reason I didn't take the position in New York. I didn't want it because I didn't want the responsibility. Not like that. The same applies now. I don't- I'm not ready."

"And you may never be ready. But you can't let that fear stop you. You're going to do an amazing job. You did perfectly during my time off. Erin told me how you took charge without being asked. It's just temporary. We'll get Foyet, I'll come back, and you'll realise how much you preferred being in charge," Aaron says, with a smile that hasn't made an appearance since he last saw Jack on video.

"I could never hate you. You're my friend," Derek says.

"Promise?" Aaron asks, with a vulnerability he hasn't seen in a while.

"Of course. Promise you'll come back?"

"Of course."

They continue in an easy silence, and some of the tension lifts from Derek's shoulders. He's still scared, but less so. And now he knows that Aaron will still be in his corner, cheering him on and helping where he can, he's sure he can do it.

Like they've established, it's only temporary. Foyet will be caught, Aaron will come back, and everything will go back to normal.

Only it isn't temporary. Because whilst they catch Foyet, Aaron doesn't get to come back. Haley's eulogy is a beautiful piece that Jessica has to hold her hand through. She mentions the Pirates of Penzance. Because of course she does. How could she not?

Morgan holds Jack, the events all blurred together and not quite clear in his mind. All he knows is, he's going to be the Unit Chief permanently. And he doesn't know how to do it without Hotch.

"I'm scared," he whispers to an empty room, having rejected Haley's offer to spend a few days with her and Jack so he doesn't have to be alone.

Nobody comforts him. Nobody makes him an impossible promise. Nothing but silence meets his words.

And it's only then that he cries.

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