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Anderson: You remind me of mac and cheese.

Hotch: How so?

Anderson: I love mac and cheese.

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Forgot to update my fics

My Hotch/Anderson fics

My Hotchderson fics because i had to write them

It Wasn’t Your Fault

^ After the events of the Fisher King, Anderson blames himself for what happened to Elle, Hotch reassures him

Heartbeat

^ First kiss!!

I Look At You And I Fantasise

^ Anderson pinning over Hotch in a rather unhealthy way

Say You’ll Be Mine

^ Anderson getting called to Hotchs office

I’ve Hungered For You

^ Anderson and Hotch getting together (nsfw)

Hotchderson one shot series

^ series of six one shots, all with them in an established relationship

Killing You Softly With My Words

^Hotch and Anderson sext after meeting in an unconventional way

I’ll Always Be Near You

^ Anderson goes on his first case with the team but things go wrong

This Love Was Meant To Be

^Anderson/Hotch chatfic, getting together

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Anderson: The time to act is now.

Anderson: Wink, wink.

Hotch: Don't say "wink wink". Just wink.

Anderson: Oh, sorry.

Anderson: Wink.

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Anderson: Shout out to the people sleeping right now but do a quiet shout out so they don't wake up.

Hotch, rubbing his eyes sleepily: You literally just woke me up.

Anderson: Fuck.

[heartbeat-side]

Anderson : You believe me?

Hotch: Grant, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

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Stuck Together Challenge

Hey everyone, I’m back with another monthly challenge! For the months of May AND June, I am formally challenging any willing writer to take a stab at writing fanfiction including characters that are "stuck together" (figuratively or literally) using their choice of Criminal Minds characters! Reader, Original Character, Character/Character ships, and Gen/Platonic fics are allowed! Please check out the Rules below the Keep Reading. There are prompts below the cut, so keep going!

(**This is NOT a request list for me—this is a prompt list of other writers! Feel free to request from someone else, and be sure to let them know about the challenge!)

Assorted Prompts 🪢

The infamous get-along shirt

There's only one bed/desk/car

Characters play seven minutes in Heaven

Characters get stuck in an elevator together

A threat to the BAU has Quantico in lockdown

Character has to ride on the back of a motorcycle

A storm warning forces Characters to shelter together

Characters are visiting a jail when it goes into lockdown

Characters are forced to go together on a work road trip

The flight is going to be a lot longer than anyone thought

Characters are put on the same team at the annual picnic

During office renovations, Characters must share an office

Characters have to give a shared presentation for the BAU

Characters both get seriously wounded and have to share a hospital room

Characters get briefly stuck in a freezer and have to huddle together for warmth

The stakeout feels like forever when Character is stuck with their “least favorite” coworker

Characters are tasked with digitizing the BAU’s records... all of them... In the tiniest filing room

Characters are tied together as fake-victims in a work training exercise and it takes forever to be saved

During surveillance, the two have to stay close together to listen through a single set of headphones... like, really close

Characters both try to hide in a closet to avoid an embarrassing discovery... then they get stuck inside

Despite their best efforts to avoid their coworkers, Character moved next door to their least favorite

Dialogue Prompts 🧵

“Just… stay on your side.”

“Are you… building a wall?”

“You have to stop moving.”

“Try not to make this weird, okay?” “Too late.”

“At least you smell nice.” “Please don’t smell me.”

“Is that a gun or are you happy to see me?” “It’s a gun.”

“This was not what I meant when I said I wanted to be closer to you.”

"You're a decorated FBI agent, and your instinct was to hide? Here? Really?”

“I can’t believe you’re the one to witness my end.” “It’s been five minutes.”

“Well, there’s one way out.” “You would die.” “That honestly sounds better than staying here with you.”

Rules ✂️

Your fic can be a Reader insert, an Original Character, a character/character ship, a platonic ship, or a Gen fic. It can feature any Criminal Minds character. AUs and crossovers are more than welcome.

Tag me in the fic, or send the link to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it for the challenge - I collect both! You can also tag “#mentioningmargins”

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check. Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed. Please also include some indication of rating if it is NSFW.

Please include Content Warnings and a one-sentence Summary of the fic in your post. For xReader fics, PLEASE specify if your reader is Female, Male, or Gender Neutral.

The use of Generative AI is PROHIBITED. Please do not enter any fics that are written in whole or in part by generative AI. Thank you for respecting my boundaries!

The Masterlist of fics will (hopefully) be posted around June 30. If you finish after that, no problem - just send me the fic once you’re done and I’ll add it after-the-fact!

Feel free to message me if you want help developing a plot, have any questions, or just want to gush about your fic. I’m happy to help, and I’m happy you’re here ❤️

Happy writing!

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Hotch/Anderson headcanons

Nsfw version

Grant has a praise kink, Aaron loves praising him

Aaron’s the top, Grant the bottom

They make love rather than fucking

Aaron has cheap ties laying around the house so that he can tie Grant up and put him on his knees wherever

Grant likes to be restrained, doesn’t matter with what

Grant’s loud, Aaron’s quiet

Aaron is Grant's Dominant and loves to put Grant in subspace

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Anderson: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Hotch: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train.

Anderson: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

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Hotch: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Anderson: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Hotch: ...

Hotch: You mean ring bearER, right?

Anderson: ...

Hotch: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

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Anderson, trying to flirt: So you come here often?

Hotch: This is my office, so yes. I do.

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Hotch: I owe you one.

Anderson: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

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Anderson: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Hotch: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

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Hotch/Andersom one-shots #5

Prompt: Grant spends his first Christmas with Aaron and Jack

Words: 605

My little challenge of writing short one shots and eventually posting them to ao3

The living room glowed with soft golden lights from the Christmas tree, casting gentle shadows that danced across the floor. The scent of cinnamon, pine, and Hotch’s strong coffee filled the apartment. Wrapping paper littered the floor in cheerful chaos, and Jack sat cross-legged in his pajamas, beaming as he reached for one last gift under the tree.

Grant sat beside him on the rug, legs tucked under, wearing a ridiculous but cozy sweater Jack had picked out. Hotch watched from the couch, coffee in hand, a quiet warmth in his eyes.

Jack turned and held out the final gift with a shy smile. “This one’s for you, Grant.”

Grant blinked. “For me?”

Jack nodded, scooting closer. “I picked it out with Dad. We thought… you should have something special!”

For a second, Grant didn’t move. The shiny paper felt almost too delicate in his hands, like opening it too fast might ruin the moment. He glanced up at Aaron, who gave him a gentle nod, that steady presence he always offered, especially when Grant’s chest tightened with emotion he didn’t quite know how to show.

Slowly, carefully, Grant peeled back the wrapping. Inside was a small, framed photo, one Aaron had taken a few weeks back when they were baking cookies together. Grant’s smile in the photo was bright, flour smudged on his cheek, Jack mid-laugh beside him. On the frame, Jack had used little letter beads to spell: “My Favorite Person.”

Grant’s fingers froze around the edge of the frame. His breath caught.

He hadn’t expected this. Not really.

Not to be chosen.

He swallowed hard, trying to blink away the stinging at the corners of his eyes.

“Jack,” he whispered, voice barely there. “This is… this is amazing.”

Jack looked a little uncertain now. “Do you like it? I made the frame myself. The glue got everywhere, but Dad helped me fix it.”

“I love it.” Grant finally looked up, and there were tears in his eyes. “I’ve never gotten anything like this before.”

“You’re part of our family now,” Jack said simply, and then, without a second thought he wrapped his arms around Grant’s waist in a tight hug.

Grant held him close, breathing in the moment. It was real, and warm, and something he’d quietly longed for more than he ever admitted.

Aaron came over then, crouching beside them both. “You okay?” he asked softly.

Grant nodded, brushing at his eyes with a sheepish smile. “Yeah. Yeah, I just…” He looked at Jack, then Aaron. “This is the first Christmas I’ve spent with people who really feel like home.”

Aaron’s hand found the back of his neck, grounding him like always. “You are home, Grant. And we’re really glad you’re here.”

Jack grinned. “Next year, you’re helping with the stockings too. You’re officially in charge of the reindeer cookies.”

Grant laughed through the emotion still thick in his throat. “Deal.”

They sat there a little longer, tangled in ribbon and leftover cocoa and the kind of peace that only came when the world slowed down and gave you a second to breathe.

Eventually, Aaron guided them all into the kitchen for breakfast, cinnamon rolls and fruit, a tradition Jack insisted on. But before they stood, Grant placed the framed photo on the TV stand beside the stockings.

Right between Aaron’s and Jack’s.

It looked right there.

It felt right.

And as the morning light poured through the windows, Grant found that same calm he always did when resting against Aaron’s chest. But this time, it didn’t come from a heartbeat.

It came from the steady, overwhelming truth: he was loved.

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Hotch/Andersom one-shots #4

Prompt: Aaron is touched starved, Grant’s love language is physical touch. (sfw)

Words: 605

My little challenge of writing short one shots and eventually posting them to ao3

Aaron had always assumed he wasn’t the kind of man who craved affection.

He’d convinced himself of that over the years, between the long hours, the cases that bled into each other, and the loss that carved its place deep in his ribs. Touch, softness, comfort… those things felt like luxuries he wasn’t meant to have. Not anymore.

But Grant was proving him wrong in the gentlest, most devastating way possible.

It started small; innocent brushes of fingers when they passed each other in the kitchen, a hand resting lightly on Aaron’s knee under the table, a lingering hug that lasted just a second too long before work. Then it grew.

Now, every evening when Aaron walked through the door, Grant was there. Always. Sometimes in one of Aaron’s sweaters, always with a small smile that said I missed you, and arms already halfway open. And Aaron had stopped resisting the pull, his body responding before his brain could, reaching for warmth, for closeness.

Tonight was no different. The case had been brutal, long hours in the field, a stomach full of coffee and stress, and a headache that had lodged behind his eyes. He hadn’t even gotten his coat fully off when Grant wrapped around him like a blanket, arms circling his waist and head tucked under his jaw.

“I missed you,” Grant said softly, muffled against his shirt.

Aaron’s arms folded around him automatically. His muscles started to unwind, piece by piece, like exhaling for the first time all day.

“I missed you too,” he said, and meant it more than he could explain.

They stayed like that for minutes. No rush. Just the soft hum of the fridge in the kitchen, the muted sounds of traffic outside, and Grant’s steady breathing against his chest. Eventually, Grant tilted his head back to look at him, eyes soft and warm.

“You want the couch, or the bed?”

Aaron smiled faintly. “Couch first. Just for a bit.”

Ten minutes later, they were curled together beneath a throw blanket, Aaron stretched out on the couch and Grant practically draped over him, head on his chest, legs tangled together. One of Grant’s hands was under Aaron’s shirt, fingers slowly tracing circles into his skin, while the other just held his hand.

It was about the way Grant touched, like Aaron’s presence was precious. Like it brought him comfort to give it. And Aaron, who had spent so long without this kind of closeness, realized now how deeply he’d needed it. How he melted into it, drank it in like he’d been thirsty for years.

“I don’t say it enough,” Aaron murmured, voice low and quiet against Grant’s hair.

Grant blinked up at him. “Say what?”

“That this. You. It’s… more than I thought I’d ever get to have again.”

Grant smiled, small but radiant. He shifted up, kissing Aaron’s cheek, then his jaw, then tucked back into the crook of his neck with a hum. “You don’t have to say it all the time. I feel it. Every time you let me hold you like this.”

Aaron’s chest squeezed, something too tender to name catching in his throat. He tightened his arms around Grant, fingers brushing through his hair now, and let himself hold and be held.

It turned out, he wasn’t immune to affection. He’d just been waiting for someone who gave it like Grant did, honest, unreserved, and healing in a way he hadn’t known he needed.

He didn’t say anything else that night. He didn’t need to.

Grant touched him like he was something soft, not hard-edged. And Hotch had never loved anything more.

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Hotch: Did it hurt when you fell-

Anderson: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Hotch: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Anderson: ...

Hotch: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

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Hotch/Anderson one-shots #3

Prompt: Grant wearing Aaron’s clothes (sfw)

Words: 575

My little challenge of writing short one shots and eventually posting them to ao3

It had started with one hoodie.

A late night at the office turned into an even later night at Aaron’s apartment. Grant had been curled up on the couch, half-asleep and shivering slightly from the overactive AC. Without thinking, Aaron had offered him the nearest sweatshirt, his own, a soft black hoodie that had seen better days but remained one of his favorites.

Grant had pulled it on immediately, the sleeves long past his wrists, the hem falling mid-thigh. He hadn’t taken it off the entire night. And Aaron hadn’t said a word, only watching quietly as Grant tucked himself into the fabric like it was armor.

Now it was something of a pattern.

Most nights when Grant stayed over, which was becoming more frequent, he emerged from the bedroom or the bathroom in something that didn’t belong to him: a long-sleeved BAU t-shirt, a half-buttoned flannel, or more often than not, another hoodie that unmistakably belonged to Aaron.

On this particular morning, Aaron stepped into the kitchen to the sound of muffled humming. Grant stood at the counter, eating toast with a little bounce to his step. He was wearing one of Aaron’s oldest Quantico sweatshirts, sleeves rolled up messily, the collar loose and slipping slightly off one shoulder. His hair was still damp from a shower, and his socked feet slid faintly across the tile as he moved.

Aaron leaned against the doorway and crossed his arms, quietly enjoying the view.

“You’re wearing that again,” he said, voice warm.

Grant turned, a sheepish smile blooming across his face. “I know. I was cold.”

“You have your own clothes here, you know.”

“They don’t smell like you,” Grant said without pause, turning back to the toast. “Yours are softer. Warmer. They feel like you’re hugging me even when you’re not.”

Aaron’s heart did something inconveniently soft in his chest.

“You know,” Grant added, “technically, I think I’ve ‘borrowed’ at least four of your hoodies by now. You haven’t asked for any of them back.”

“I haven’t missed them,” Aaron replied, walking over to stand behind him. He slipped his arms around Grant’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder. “And you look better in them anyway.”

Grant chuckled, cheeks warming.

They stood like that for a moment, Grant still eating breakfast, Aaron wrapped around him like the missing piece of a puzzle. It wasn’t flashy or dramatic, just comfortable, lived-in, real.

“You should know,” Aaron murmured near his ear, “if you keep stealing my clothes, I’m going to start leaving hoodies on your chair at work. I’ll just give in.”

Grant laughed under his breath. “Honestly? Please do. I’d wear them every day.”

Aaron kissed his temple. “Good.”

Grant tugged the sleeves of the hoodie over his hands, using the extra fabric to cradle his coffee mug. Aaron watched him, eyes fond.

“You’re ridiculously cute when you do that,” he said.

Grant blinked, flustered. “When I do what?”

“The thing with the sleeves.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Grant muttered, suddenly shy.

“Don’t stop.”

Grant smiled behind his mug. They didn’t need to say it out loud, not right then, but the sense of comfort, of safety, was palpable in the small gestures. In the borrowed hoodie, in the warm breakfast, in the casual affection passed back and forth like a shared language.

Aaron loved him like that, wrapped in something that had once been just his, now worn by the person who mattered most.

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Hotch/Anderson one-shots #2

Prompt: Grant and Jack baking surprise cookies for Aaron (sfw)

Words: 588

My little challenge of writing short one shots and eventually posting them to ao3

The kitchen smelled like vanilla and brown sugar.

Grant had flour on his nose, a smear of chocolate on his cheek, and Jack was giggling uncontrollably beside him, holding a mixing spoon like it was a prized artifact.

“Okay, okay,” Grant said, trying not to laugh himself, “you can lick the spoon after we scoop the dough.”

Jack made an exaggerated groan. “You always say that!”

“You’ve only baked with me three times,” Grant pointed out, grinning.

“And every time you say that!”

“Well, consistency is important in baking,” Grant said, tossing him a wink as he slid the baking tray closer.

Jack grabbed the ice cream scoop with a determined look, focusing hard as he formed small, uneven balls of dough and dropped them onto the tray. They were all different sizes, and a few were starting to melt under the warmth of his hands, but Grant didn’t correct him. He just stood there, content, watching Aaron’s son with a heart so full it almost hurt.

“This one’s a heart!” Jack announced, holding up a vaguely lumpy shape.

Grant beamed. “Then that one’s going right in the center.”

They had music playing faintly in the background, something upbeat from Jack’s playlist, and the late afternoon sunlight poured through the window, turning the flour dust in the air into gold.

“Do you think Dad will be surprised?” Jack asked, peeking at the oven once they’d slid the tray inside.

“Definitely. Especially since he’s always the one cooking for us.”

Jack grinned. “I hope he loves them.”

“He’ll love anything we make,” Grant said. “But these are going to be amazing.”

By the time the cookies were cooling, the kitchen looked like a minor disaster zone. Mixing bowls, spatulas, and flour were everywhere but both Jack and Grant were smiling, cheeks pink from laughing and warm from the oven.

When they heard the front door open, Jack straightened with excitement. “Daddy’s home!”

Grant quickly wiped his hands on a towel, brushing flour off Jack’s hair before stepping out of the kitchen with him.

Aaron was hanging up his coat when they appeared, and he paused mid-motion, brows lifting as he took in the sight: his boyfriend and his son standing side by side, both with chocolate on their shirts and suspiciously guilty grins on their faces.

“What happened here?” he asked slowly.

“We made cookies!” Jack shouted, bouncing in place. “Surprise!”

“You… made cookies?” Aaron repeated, smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“For you!” Jack added. “Grant helped, and I did all the scooping.”

Aaron’s eyes flicked to Grant, who just shrugged with a sheepish grin. “I was an assistant baker today.”

Aaron laughed, his entire expression softening as he stepped forward and pressed a kiss to Grant’s temple, then ruffled Jack’s hair.

“This the best surprise I’ve ever had.”

They led him into the kitchen, where the cookies were piled on a plate, still warm and imperfectly shaped. Aaron picked one up, took a bite, and closed his eyes.

“These are amazing.”

Jack beamed. “Told you!”

They ended up sitting around the kitchen table, the three of them, sharing cookies. Aaron’s tie was loosened, Grant was still wearing an apron, and Jack kept sneaking extra chocolate chips when he thought no one was looking.

It was simple. It was home. And as Aaron looked at his son and the man he loved, both laughing over whose cookie looked the most ridiculous, he realized there was nothing more he could ever want.

Not when he had this.