#team dad

Haley is struggling with her emotions over Jay-he stops by to check in on her and all she wants is for him to tell her what to do. Adam gets hurt-refuses to replace him, Adam also goes and gets himself in trouble-first call he makes is to Hank to tell him what to do.

Hank is the tough love dad who will still always bail out his kids.

More Chaotix family shenanigans!

Ch 7, In which the show must go on, Bon Clay's a star, Buggy's so done, and Shanks is right on time

if yn is the dad who’s the mom?

idk if i’m writing it for arsenal or for the lioness

give me one for arsenal- any one of the older players

one for lioness- one of the older players

send some asks!! pls!

im asking cause im very horrible at making decisions :)

Maybe parental Hotch? Only if you are up for it!!

(And I don't mind you tagging me💗)

You don’t know how long you had been here, you also didn’t know where here was. You remember working on a case, you went out to get some air and then… Nothing. You were in pain, a lot of it.

Aaron rushed forward at the sight of you, slumped against the wall, bruised and slightly bloodied. You had been missing for three days. He managed to snap himself out of his thoughts and rushed to your side.

"Hey," He made sure to keep his voice comforting, not wanting to alarm you. Your eyes gazed up at the blurry figure in front of you, "(Y/N)? Are you with me?"

Despite not having a clue what was going on - only that it wasn’t the person that had hurt you - you nodded. You felt safe, this safe was voice. Huh. You must really be out of it. "Okay, okay that's good," The voice spoke once more, “I need you to open your eyes for me, alright?”

You scrunched your face up, the idea of that stirring a deep panic in the pit of your stomach. Reality is where the monsters come out. “No,” The whimper came out before you could stop.

“(Y/N),” The voice said softly, “You need to open your eyes. It’s me, it’s Hotch. You’re safe now,”

“H’tch?” Your voice came out slurred, despite your fears, you forced your eyes open. You needed two senses to confirm that he was really here.

“There we go,” You felt your eyes water at the sight of your boss, relief flooding through you rapidly. Whilst he was your boss, he became your father figure rather quickly. You were the youngest member of the team and Hotch (as he always did) felt a little more responsible for you because of your age.

“‘S really you?”

“It’s really me,” Your hand came up to your mouth as you gave a sob, wincing as pain flooded through your side. “What’s wrong?”

“Hurts,”

Hotch furrowed his eyebrows in worry, “Where? Show me where it hurts,” You gestured to your side. “I’m going to roll your shirt up, alright? I need to see what’s wrong,” You gave a small hum in acknowledgement. Seeing a large gash in your side that was seeping with blood, Hotch’s eyes widened. You cried out loudly at sudden pressure placed on your wound, “I know, I know, I’m sorry,” Hotch mumbled, he kept one hand on the wound, the other was gently brushing the hair from your forehead. You couldn’t help but lean into the touch, you had missed them all deeply - Hotch in particular. He had become your rock. He had become the father you never really had. “You just need to take some deep breaths, okay? Paramedics are on their way, the rest of the team arrested Jacobs, alright? Everything is okay,”

“I disagree,” You choked out, Hotch gave a small laugh, “Gah- this hurts,” You said, screwing your face up as another flash of pain washed over you.

“I know, I know, but you’re doing so well,” He reassured, you gave a small grin in return. “The paramedics are nearly here, you’re going to be okay,”

You gave a small hum, your eyelids feeling heavy.