DEREK MORGAN & SPENCER REID | CRIMINAL MINDS 2.11 ‘SEX, BIRTH, DEATH”

CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. luca guadagnino

6x24 - Supply & Demand

Hi i just remembered my favorite scene/story in cm ever

HOTCHS BROTHER 😍

Sean is so fine and I always have this story in the back of my mind that I’d love to write but also I can’t write but like BASICALLY:

Spence has a one night stand with Sean (he’s obvi very different outside of the office in this story like he has a social life kind of maybe) . It was only that and they use each other as a booty call once in a while but they’re chill they’re fiends nothing romantic

Now it’s 1x16 (when Sean visits the office and him and hotch fight about Georgetown) and while Sean is in Aaron’s office jj Elle and penny are all gossiping about Sean- spencer joins in and is waiting to see “hotchs fine ass brother” and when Sean storms out of Aaron’s office he just like goes white as a ghost

Sean stops dead in his tracks and he says something like “Spence?” And he just doesn’t say anything back

Everyone is silent and Aaron is like “you know each other? How do you know each other?” Reid just blushes, Sean smirks and looks away or something

Hotch DRAGS Sean out into the hall and he is fucking SEETHING, Spencer is just standing there all flustered, ignoring everyone’s questions

Hotch is super angry at sean and won’t speak to Spence , he doesn’t really know why he’s so angry and he knows spence feels bad and he doesn’t know what to do (poor old man doesn’t realize he’s just extremely jealous)

Ahh i love thinking about his every once in a while 🥰

i need hotch telling reid he loves him by understanding him the most, comforting him with his words and stability, lifts home, pointed questions, and unexpected dimples to awkward jokes no one else gets. he's spent his whole life in repression and holding himself back, his love is woven deep and hidden so no one could ever interfere. he tells reid he loves with honest confessions and actions far louder than words.

i need reid telling hotch he loves him by him grabbing the chief's face and kissing the living daylights out of him when they're supposed to be arguing after they were a bit too reckless after a case, too self-sacrificing. he never learned how to be subtle and for the first time in hotch's life, maybe he could teach hotch how to let go

the two ppl most likely to stand in front of a loaded gun in the hands of frantic madmen without concern for their life. they know each other and they love. they love each other in their own ways and they won't ever stop. when they come home to each other they whisper i love you's until it rings in their ear because each day might be their last.

CRIMINAL MINDS 3.05, Seven Seconds

Hannibal (2013-2015)

2x12 - “Tome-wan”

EMILY PRENTISS

Criminal Minds | 2x12 - Profiler, Profiled

K NSFW HC but before they get together, Hotch totally gets himself off to thoughts of Reid on the regular and then immediately feels horribly guilty about it, because he probably feels it’s disrespectful. Not that it stops him, of course. And then when they’re working together he tries TOO hard to remain professional in Reid’s presence but he ain’t fooling anyone about his feelings for the genius, except maybe Reid.

I feel like Hotch could give a Catholic a run for their money with his giant guilt-complex, just saying.

Hnnnn GOD I am probably too exhausted/buzzed to be doing this but I can’t stop thinking about it so HERE WE GO:

NSFW

Under the cut cause it’s about to get X-rated in here

You are 100% right about his guilt-complex, because he is an adult and the Unit Chief and he has responsibilities and dozens of people to look after and monitor and a whole ass department to run (not to mention he’s got a son, and an ex-wife, possibly going through the divorce at this point or we’re after that (but not to Foyet yet) and he’s just got so much on his plate all the damn time) -- and he should not, CAN NOT, be getting lost in thoughts about the youngest member of his team. 

But he does, on the regular, and he can’t seem to stop. 

Even if it started out a little lighter, like a crush (and dear God he hasn’t had a crush since grad school what is wrong with him) where he can’t stop staring at Reid and always pairs them up for canvasing and questioning and on cases. So often, so much, that it’s really only a matter of time before those constant, all-consuming thoughts bleed into when Reid isn’t even there. When no one is there. The only person left that could judge him being himself --

But sometimes, what plays out behind his eyes is so good, he doesn’t even care.

Lying in bed, sitting in his chair in his home office, in the shower where the deluge of too warm water always drudges up vivid, elaborate thoughts before he can tamper them back down. Memories of the day that don’t have anything to do with what happened or any events taking place -- his head is instead filled with the smallest details. Pieces of Spencer that get placed together bit by bit to remind Hotch why exactly he’s been staring so hard lately.

Because Reid is...  unbelievably gorgeous and Hotch just can’t bring himself to look away.

The way his profile is exquisite to watch, while he works or while he’s reading, deep in thought and lips moving as he reads even faster than his eyes can register. The sharpening lines of his jaw, the careful curve of his nose and roundness to his lips. How he licks his lips in that gesture that’s just the slightest slip of a pink, soft tongue that is far too spell-binding and shouldn’t be leaving Hotch in a daze but it does. How his mouth goes a reddish pink with the cold and stands out stark against his face, like those lips have been over-worked somehow--

Hotch will usually shake his head roughly at this point, to rid himself of that train of thought. But all it does is derail him into a different tangent.

Like his hands, he is obsessed with Reid’s hands and how they move when he talks. How lightly his fingers turn pages at rapid-speeds as he works and reads, how he can nimbly do things like make coins disappear or twirl a pencil through the long digits -- how they cradle a coffee cup in the mornings, when it’s far too early for Hotch to be thinking about how long and dexterous those fingers are and what it would feel like to one day have them slip beneath the waistband of his pants and take hold of him fully. 

It’s around this time that he would give up and take matters into his own hand, quite literally, and allow himself to let that residual guilt about authority and the bureau’s hierarchy (or the age difference, God) just fall away and he let’s himself think of Reid. Of Spencer, who has told him a few times he doesn’t mind Hotch calling him that -- not everyone, but with Hotch it’s okay. A small smile there when he says it. Hotch could lose himself in that smile, in the slight curves and angles of his body, of the lines of his neck and the mess of curls he can never tame and those overly expressive eyes that always watch him back so earnestly and --

And he’ll let his head tip back, or forward (depending where he is, in the shower he can’t do anything but brace himself against the wall in case his knees give out) and think of those eyes and that mouth and his hands and how if given the chance Hotch could absolutely wreck him and never stop. He’ll stroke himself slow and languid at first, and imagine it’s Spencer’s hand and not his own, that studious gaze on him and him alone and he’ll feel picked apart and dissected in the best possible fucking way, like his hand around Hotch’s cock is a learning experience, an experiment that needs to be conducted over and over again until he finds the just right way to make the older man’s spine melt and his toes curl.

And fuck Hotch would let him. He’d show him everything he could, everything he knows and everything he only knows in theory. The things they could discover together...

He’ll imagine every scenario, every position, ever sound that would escape that mouth, and the filthy things they could share through mere touch, until he’s fucking his own fist as it all builds higher and higher, and before he even knows it he’s coming so hard it’s a wonder he actually managed that all on his own. Alone. Spencer isn’t actually there --

And then the guilt would crash down around him violently, and Hotch wouldn’t be able to look Reid in the eye for days. To the point the younger man probably thinks Hotch is mad at him. Talk about heart-breaking. Reid looking so down-trodden and trying to make it up to him when all Hotch is trying to do is put SPACE between them so he can stop thinking about Reid constantly. Eventually relenting and telling Reid ‘no, I’m not mad at you, I promise’ just to see him smile again.

Until once day, not too long after all of that, the sun will catch Reid’s profile just right, stopping Hotch in his tracks, and he’ll stare too long and it’ll start all over again...

because they all love and hate each other to varying degrees like patrick loves tennis and tashi and art but art the most and art loves tennis and patrick but he loves tashi the most and tashi loves tennis the most but none of them can have the thing they want most so they use one another to get closer to it and in the aftermath end up resenting each other for what could have been

THOMAS GIBSON as AARON “HOTCH” HOTCHNER 

CRIMINAL MINDS | 1.16 “THE TRIBE”