#(with light and sound sensitivity)

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Aaron Hotchner X Daughter reader

Just watched Mayhem and couldn't get this idea out of my head.

Summary: Aaron still suffers from acute sensitivity to sound, his 10 year old daughter finds him in the kitchen curled up while the fire alarm rings.

Set during season 4 after Mayhem

Third person pov...

Aaron Hotchner had a day off work as the Man was still recovering from the explosion in New York from their last case, he had planned to spend the day with his daughter.

When Haley decided to divorced him she got full custody of Jack and Hotch got full custody of their Daughter Y/N, of course the girl gets to see her mum and brother most of thr week when her Dad is working.

As the Man wonders downstairs he starts to make pancakes usually pancakes are for special occasions, but he guesses that this day calls for pancakes.

As he makes the batter and grabs a pan he turns the stove on and pours the pancake batter in, then he waits for it to cook.

As he waits his mind wonders back to the explosion and how it also costed him his hearing, suddenly the fire alarm is going off and he could smell something burning.

The man cries out and grabs hisbear, he could hear a high pitched squeal, he can only sit on the floor wishing for the pain to go away he can't even move to turn the stove off.

"Daddy!" Yell his daughter as she comes sprinting down the stairs hearing the fire alarm going off, for the man everything is muffled apart from the ringing in his ears.

The 10 year old eyes widening as she sees her Dad curled up on the floor the usual calm and strong man who let nothing get him down reduced to the man on the floor covering his head in pain almost crying.

"Daddy! Are you okay?" She exclaims yelling over the fire alarm that was still going off, she runs to the stove ans turns off the gas, she then takes the pan off ans putting it on the counter.

Then runs to open a window to let the smoke out and hoping the alarm will turn off soon.

After she does that she runs over and crouches infront of her Dad the man's hands hadn't moved from his head, the girl tries to get his attention but its like he couldn't hear her.

His face was screwed up in pain, the girl didn't know what to do shebhad never seen her Daddy like this before, then she sees his phone on the table and grabs it, she whipes her tears and stands up.

She then dials her Uncle Dave the rest of the team would be at the BAU hopefully not on a case. When the call finally connects she almost sobs in relief at her Uncle's voice.

She eyes her Dad in the corner of her vision. "Hey Hotch, wha- Uncle Dave! It's Daddy!" Yells the H/C girl interrupting thr man. "Y/N? What's happend?" Asks the worried Uncle.

"It's Daddy, he's on the floor covering his head, the fire alarm is going off Uncle Dave please hurry" she cries to the man tears now falling from her E/C eyes.

She tries to steady her breathing as she waits for his answer. "Of course Sweetie, I will be there soon" Y/N ends the call and holds the phone in her hand.

She then walks back over to her Dad,he hadn't moved from his position, she kneels on the tiled floor and looks at him, the man looks tired and had bags under his eyes.

She cries more "Oh daddy" she whispers, she then runs to the living room and grabs a soft pillow and blanket, she then runs back to the kitchen almost falling over she kneels again infront of her Dad.

The 10 year old then tries to wrap the blanket around her Dad so he wouldn't be cold and leans his body so he was laying on the pillow, Y/N then kisses his cheek. "It's okay Daddy I'm here" she whispers hoping to comfort him.

10 minutes later the door opens Y/N looks up and runs to the hall she tries to smile when she sees the team standing there.

She runs over to her Uncle ans hugs him tight. "Uncle Dave your here, Daddy is in the kitchen, I couldn't move him Uncle" she cries as the Man picks her up and hugs her tightly.

"Hey guys over here" Calls Morgan from the kitchen, the team wonders in and sees their fearless leader on the floor covered in a blanket and pillow on the floor.

Rossi looks at the child in his arms. "Was that your doing N/N" he asks making the girl nod and sniffle. " 'Was trying to help him" she mumbles watching as Morgan and Emily help her Dad stand up.

JJ then wonders over to Y/N, she smiles kindly at the girl. "Hey sweetie can you tell us what happened?" She asks, Y/N nods her head.

Her Daddy is taken into the living room Reid picks up the pillow and blanket and follows them in. The 10 year old hugs her uncle's neck as she answers JJ.

"I was sleeping when I heard the fire alarm going off, but Daddy didn't do anything to stop it so I came down and saw him curled up on the floor" she mumbles fresh tears coating her vision.

JJ smiles and thanks her before walking off to tell the others, Rossi rubs a hand up and down her back Comforting the child. "Heys it's okay, you did a great job looking after your dad" he says.

The man looks around the kitchen and saw the pancake batter and the pan with burnt pancake in. He then sits Y/N down on a chair and walks to the stove the fire alarm had long turned off.

The man then begins making Y/N the breakfast she was susposed to have, once the girl had eaten Hotch had woken up.

As Y/N finishes of her pancake JJ walks in a smiles at Y/N, the girl finishes of the pancake in the her mouth before asking about her Dad. "Is Daddy okay?" She asks them woman.

JJ smiles. "Yes he's awake now want to go see him?" Asks JJ already knowing the answer, the girl jumps from her chair and runs to the living room.

"Daddy!" She cries running and jumping onto thr sofa where he was laying on, Hotch then wraps his arms around his daughter. "I'm sorry I worried you so much sweetie" he whispers into her hair as she cried.

The man comforts his daughter as his team surrounds them. "Thank you" he tells them making them smile at the Dad and Daughter.

The end!

Hope you liked thus oneshot, sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes!

Request are open!

Word count: 1171

[mydaylight]

If you listened, and in the overflow of pain, the giving in to wanton drunkness, the tears, oh would deny all to me if you saw them and still you say you have loved me

Maria Polydouri - Who knows...

[handweavers]

at the airport and i have a migraine so severe that my migraine has a migraine. absolute sensory hell

[benevolentcannibal]

Intruder vol. 2 |

[aro-culture-is]

aro culture is rainy summer days when the trees are green and the sky is grey

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[sera-pheam]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・༄*ੈ✩

echoes into the present and future. reverberating motions that kind of intertwine, so you find that they’re not really that separate. even one touch can sweep everything into motion with it.

it's so beautiful how there's so many tides, collisions shades...shades unfurling in the vast ocean of our being. has the innateness of your being been steeped enough in it? do the colors and shades ripple into you or float off of you?

i used to envy the creatures in the ocean. it seemed as though they were closer to something beautifully sublime.

yet there seem to always be waves, colors, lifeforms being enacted into motion that are beyond our perception. and when they all line up, there is an inexorable amount of grace and harmony to be witnessed. somehow my breath has sweeped a passerby into a lull that they've mistaken as theirs. but it belongs to neither of us.

⋆｡°✩𓂋 𓆩♡𓆪-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-𓆩♡𓆪𓂋 ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-𓆩♡𓆪𓂋 ⋆｡°✩

[semiotomatics]

its only just now occuring to me that i might be experiencing a migraine cause im a fucking idiot

[fandomfluffandfuck]

How’s your day going? Any thoughts on your mind you want to share? Anything you feel like venting about? Anything exciting?

Hey, thanks for asking, sweets <3

I've been doing fairly well. I wanted to be writing yesterday for Tumblr but Father's Day and all that jazz, lmao, so I didn't have time to. I'm pretty excited about some of the asks I have right now, but thank you for asking if there's anything I want to share, fandom or otherwise. That's such a cute ask!

Unrelated to fathers or cuteness, though, and maybe this is just me being a typical guy, not wanting help or ignoring problems or whatever, but I finally went to the doctor's today after... who really knows how long of having headaches nearly every day? I hit a point a few months ago where I went, huh, you know I can't remember the last time I didn't have a headache. That's weird. I wonder if it will go away. Then it, uh, didn't. I can ignore shit like that and force myself to keep doing what I'm doing, so I did that. BUT, I'm not completely dumb, lol, so I started writing down whenever I got a headache, and... yeah. I have one way, way more days than not. I don't know what's going on yet, but I did tell my doctor and we started brainstorming some ideas of what could be going on, so that's something

[httpshujii]

I had a headache since 11 am. It's 8 pm now

[bluebloodedsystem]

today we got to play a lovely (/s) game of is this amnesia due to dissociation, switching, or a ✨concussion✨!

[anthyies]

they call me a homo (headache ouch migraine owie)

[abyssaldyke]

My head fuckin hurts ama

[thethingything]

ugh we made it 24 hours without having a migraine for the first time in months except for the last 12+ hours we've had prodrome symptoms anyway and then we've finally just got the actual headache and wow that got bad quickly

[the-moth-and-the-warden]

At first, Tiavel is startled when the Warden scoops him up and carries him off, letting out a few little squeaks like a death's head hawk moth, before he calms down upon being carried by the lumbering eldritch thing. Yugoth carries him off to its nest. It is very grateful to the moth for the soothing earmuffs he gave it. It lays on its nest, made of wool it gathered from around the ancient city. Between the wool dampening incoming sounds and the earmuffs quieting everything, Yugoth is soon fast asleep. Tiavel realizes... well, he's gonna be here for a while with the Warden holding him against its body like a warm fluffy plushie, so might as well get comfortable.

[aro-culture-is]

aro culture is mistaking alloro and alloaro for the 10th time

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[robinsnest2111]

I swear if this is my father's migraine genes kicking in for me I'm going to riot