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This is me singing to Hotch because even tho he's like 25 years older than me, my body think i'm 60yo😅 so that trope where he feels too old to date "reader" does not work for me. He would feel younger than ever by my side😂😂😂

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lmao he'd find it so amusing. i feel like he'd think I was so young (since I'm inappropriately young for him... but we don't talk about that) and then i'd get out of bed in the morning and all my joints would start clicking. also i envision a night where I suggest we watch reruns on cable tv, drink tea, and do some sudoku and crossword puzzles

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Why did i think of Aaron with this? Like imagine him and reader (who's younger) decided to have a baby... Then a few years later they're like, jack it's almost a teen and he loves his little sibling so why not have just one more? But then this happens 😂😂😂 imagine Aaron's face!!!! He'll be like "what you mean there's three???? Babe, i'm too old for this shit!!!👁️👄👁️" And when they tell the team?! OH MY GOD. The teasing would be endless!!!

omg i had to write this asap, i love any expecting!dad!aaron/spencer

Aaron doesn't stop at the FBI offices once the team gets off the jet, and it's almost seven. He knows he'll get caught there for two hours, minimum, and with how tired you've been this pregnancy, you're likely to be asleep by the time he gets home. Plus, he hasn't been so wrapped up in the case the BAU just closed that he's forgotten about the all-important ultrasound you had scheduled.

He gets home just after 7:30, thanks to traffic and some speeding through empty streets. He dumps his go-bag in the laundry room, checking all the doors are locked out of habit.

"Y/n?" You hear Aaron's voice travel down the hallway as he assures you that it's not an intruder.

"Kitchen." You call back, snapping the lid on a container of leftover mac and cheese. Both Jack and Daisy will happily eat it the next day.

He wraps his arms around your waist from behind and pulls you into his chest, tucking his head into your neck. "Hi, honey." He hums.

You turn your head to kiss him for the first time in a week. "Hi, handsome, welcome home."

"Glad to be back." He sighs, breathing in your scent in a non-creepy way. "Kids okay?"

You reach for the baby monitor in Daisy's room, holding it up so he can see the live feed. Jack is crouched at the end of the crib, puppets on his index fingers, while Daisy stands with the help of the rail and watches his puppet show. He's always been an amazing big brother and he loves making up puppet shows for her.

"They've been good." You tell him as you watch the sweet interaction.

He hums in your ear. "So, what's the verdict? How are you?" He doesn't waste any longer than necessary to ask for the results. His wide hand travels down to rest over the little bump that's already appeared. "How is the little raspberry?"

You try not to tense too much in his arms. It would be far too easy for him to notice as your husband and a profiler. So you step away from him, still holding his hand. "Are you hungry?" You ask.

He frowns. "You're deflecting." You narrow your eyes at him, and he folds quickly, answering you. "I ate lunch."

You laugh, handing him a prepared plate. "You're meant to have three meals a day, Aaron."

"I'll eat, but please start talking because I'm getting worried." You can sense the fear in his voice, justified.

"Couch?" You offer before quickly squashing his worries. "Everything's healthy, the OB/GYN isn't concerned."

He lets out a deep breath, taking his plate from you with a 'thank you' kiss before sitting on the couch. You take the ultrasound pictures out of your handbag, sinking down next to him.

"Let me see, let me see." He cheers eagerly. You hand it over, biting your bottom lip as he flips it open. His eyes fill with tears in the most precious way as he gently traces over the glossy picture. "Wait." You know he's caught the descriptor at the bottom. Last time, it was just Baby Hotchner, but things are a little different this time. "Wait...Baby A? Is this a joke?" He turns to you with a playful expression, wrinkling his nose, but he lets a level of concern slip through.

You shake your head. "Not joking. There's a Baby B."

"There's a 'B'?" Aaron repeats, shocked. For someone who's an expert in maintaining an emotionless expression, he's struggling. His eyes look like they could pop out of his head. He takes a look under the first ultrasound, finding another, slightly different ultrasound with a different name at the bottom.

"There's a 'B'." You confirm, knowing he needs to hear it out loud, probably more than once, like you did earlier that morning.

He turns to you with raised eyebrows, letting out another breath. "Two babies." He states- incorrectly- although he's yet to be made aware of it. "Shit." He mumbles.

"Aaron, there's a 'C'." You break the news before he can accept that it's twins.

Aaron's shocked expression gets impossibly more prominent on his features. "Holy shit. Triplets? Oh my- fuck."

You chuckle softly beside him. "Yeah, triplets."

"Wow." He gasps finally, sitting with the news for a few seconds as he looks at the third ultrasound. "That's- wow."

"I know." You agree with his shock. "Crazy, huh?"

He nods slowly, looking at the final ultrasound which is a picture of all three of them. Then he turns to look at you all of a sudden. "This is real?" He asks and you nod. "You're incredible."

You laugh softly. "So you're okay?"

"Are you?" He asks, fully concerned again. "I mean, do you need a higher dose of vitamins? And you need to be eating more. And drinking more. And-"

You cut him off before he can spiral, just as you had. "I'm good, baby." You assure him. "Got it all under control, but this is quite a shock, huh?"

He nods. "We said one more and now we're going to have three more." His eyes fill with tears. "We're so lucky."

"We are." You agree. "There's lots to do though."

He cups your cheek, thumb stroking over your skin. "Tomorrow, baby. And I'll be the one doing everything. You're growing those perfect babies."

"I've got your first task." You tell him and he waits for it, no doubt going to do whatever you want. "Kiss me." He chuckles softly at what is a really easy request to grant and he leans in, kissing you gently.

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i feel like this is so hotch x reader, and the team being speechless/impressed on how she's got him wrapped around her finger

id love if you could write something based on that!!

thank you sm for your time💗

let's ignore him being in love with Emily for a second

JJ and Will’s wedding is your and Aaron’s first “event” together. You’ve been together a while, everyone knows it, and acted couple-y at team gatherings at bars, but this is the first time you’re going and leaving together. It’s a regular step to most people, but it feels special, and you’re appreciating the domesticity of getting ready next to him.

The ceremony is beautiful. JJ’s gorgeous, Henry’s adorable, and Will’s dashing. It’s small and very meaningful. Seeing such wonderful people you love, who fully deserve each other, commit to one another is emotional, and you can’t help a few tears slipping out at their vows. Your very thoughtful boyfriend has tissues at the ready, handing you them from the packet in his jacket pocket.

After the sad stuff, Rossi made sure everyone was properly supplied with liquor. Expensive wine and whiskey.

And as you do it at the BAU, it becomes a party, and with a dance floor, you're fully participating once you've handed Aaron your heels.

He's not as eager to dance, or as he puts it "make an idiot out of myself."

You let him stand on the sidelines, pretending to talk to Rossi while his eyes linger fully on you.

As soon as I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston comes on and Penelope runs off to grab Morgan, platonically, you know you've got to get your boyfriend out on the dancefloor with you.

He knows what you're doing, shaking his head as you come barreling towards him. "No." He smiles as he says it, contradicting his words. "If it's not a slow dance, I don't know what to do."

You shake your head. "Not a good enough excuse, baby." You tell him with a grin. "Come on, dance with me."

He chuckles. "No."

You raise your eyebrow, tempting him to turn your offer down again. He doesn't give in, so you know you're going to have to give him a final push.

"Aaron." You whine, placing your hand on his chest before taking his tie and gently stroking the fabric.

"Y/n." He whines back, grinning at you. He knows what you're about to do- profiling being a practiced skill of his- and he doesn't stop you.

You grip his tie a little firmer at the bottom, giving you all the control over him. He could easily pull away, but he doesn't, he happily follows you right into the middle of the dancefloor. Everyone watches in shock at how effortlessly you can get him to do something outside his comfort zone for you.

Although he says he doesn't know how to dance, his hands are on your hips eagerly, and he definitely looks like he's having fun.

You watch Morgan looking at you, and notice the word he mouths 'whipped.' He blushes and turns back to look at you, and you both shrug identically. There's no use in denying it, Aaron's totally whipped for you, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

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Kiss the girl with Hotch, but they keep getting interrupted?

i love this so much

This is the moment you've been waiting for since you really started to fall for Aaron. It was quick, and you didn't notice it until you were standing on the jet making coffee, he was making you laugh, and your thoughts were clouded by a fantasy of him kissing you.

And now you're here. A private moment in Rossi's kitchen, toe to toe and it's about to happen. He had followed you in there, completely abandoning a conversation with Morgan, and his sudden desire makes your heart beat rapidly.

Aaron's taking time to get you both excited, his hands resting on either side of you, gripping the counter and trapping you between the marble countertop and his body. You don't mind one bit.

He's about an inch from your lips, eyelids just fluttering closed... and then it happens.

"Rossi never gets the cheese-to-cracker ratio right." Penelope's voice fills the air, bursting your bubble. She's talking without looking at you two, pulling the fridge open. "And I'm the one-" Then she shuts the door, and her eyes widen comically. "Oh, my God!" She squeals. "Oh, my God, you were about to kiss!"

You fall forward into his chest, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. No way you're going to live this down.

His hand slightly grazes your waist while he answers for you. "Do you mind?"

She quickly turns. "I didn't see anything." She assures you both, but you know she's about to go tell everyone. You and Aaron getting together is something she's been routing for.

She closes the patio door loudly on purpose, and you look back up at Aaron. "Did that just ruin-"

"Kiss me." You say, not giving him a second to overthink it.

He doesn't hesitate, pressing his lips against yours in an instant, and kissing you tenderly until you've both run out of breath.

"Damn." You mumble, your fingers coming to touch your tingling lips.

He grins at how cute it is. "Me too."

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OMG please write about married!Hotch x reader going to a club tearing it up on the dance floor for a BAU night out, and an older Jack happens to be there maybe with his girlfriend and he’s mortified seeing his parents really getting down?

i would dance all over this man

Nights out with the BAU have never gotten less fun. Even as team members changed and through the years you and Aaron were away from the team, first in WITSEC then just to take a break. The plan formulated during your months together in hiding had been to wait until Jack was at college before going back to work

Hanging out at the regular bar was a sign nothing had changed in a decade.

After finishing probably the roughest case you've experienced since you rejoined the team, a team night out was needed, so you happily join Penelope in her mission to drag everyone out.

These days, Aaron doesn't need much convincing. He's more casual after WITSEC, and letting loose a little around the team isn't the worst thing in the world. It probably helps that he's not the boss anymore, and your unit chief also isn't opposed to letting her hair down.

He's only a few drinks in when you're able to convince him to come and dance. Maybe there's some using how much he loves you, but he doesn't protest.

It's hot and sweaty on the dance floor, and you're in a less-than-professional amount of clothing, dancing up on your husband like you're 24.

Aaron keeps his hands firmly on your hips, swaying to the music with you, but what's most sinful is his lips against your neck, very visible to everyone else, and the hard-on in his pants which thankfully remains unnoticed by anyone who's not pressed as hard against him as you are.

Penelope leans over to speak to you, or yell, thanks to how loud the bass is. "He's going to pull a muscle if he keeps dancing like that!" She jokes.

You giggle as you let him spin you around so you're face to face. It's gotten much more heated, and there's no doubt you're grinding provocatively against each other.

You hold his strong forearms, leaning up to whisper something downright filthy in his ear, but he talks first. "Jack."

You chuckle, grimacing. "That's not my idea of dirty talk."

"No." He shakes his head before nodding across the room. "Jack's here."

You pull away from your husband quickly, following his glance across the room before you catch his son. "What's Jack doing here?" You ask in shock. It's definitely a compromising position to be caught in with his dad.

"I don't know," Aaron says, taking hold of your hand and pulling you away from the dance floor and towards his son.

You briefly wonder if it's more or less awkward to acknowledge that he's seen you all over each other. Ignoring it might mean you can possibly look Jack in the eyes again at some point in the next ten years.

There's a girl next to him and you guess it's who he had said he was bringing home to meet you and Aaron during summer vacation. Her dress is probably not what she was expecting to be wearing during a round of meet-the-parents.

"That was awful." Jack deadpans, exactly like his father. "Seriously, I'm not sure how I'm going to burn that out of my memory."

"What are you doing here?" Aaron asks, ignoring the comments that you're struggling not to laugh at.

"Thought you guys were still on a case," Jack explains. "I didn't think I'd catch you dry-humping in a club."

You let out a chuckle while Aaron shakes his head. "Don't say that." He scolds weakly.

"I am so sorry you had to meet them like this." Jack turns to the girl next to him and says.

You offer out your hand to shake hers. "I'm Y/n, and I promise we're not always like this."

Aaron shakes her hand as well, introducing himself. "Yeah, usually our son has far better manners and introduces us to people."

"Usually, my parents aren't engaging in foreplay in the club." Jack teases you both.

You know how to get him back, and you click your tongue. "You don't know that."

It makes both boys' eyes widen while Jack's girlfriend laughs slightly, and the tension is loosened.

"Should we not mention this tomorrow?" She offers, speaking more confidently now that she can read the situation as humorous.

"Deal." You agree for both you and Aaron. "We should go."

"Home to sleep." Jack finishes the sentence for you, raising his eyebrows like a parent would do to their child, rather than the other way around.

Aaron does something you don't expect, frowning. "No promises."

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Can you write something summer-y for Hotch? Maybe he comes home early from a case and finds Reader and Jack having fun in the pool? Or anything that gives that summer feeling lol

One of the best things about living with Aaron and Jack, aside from getting to live with your favorite people in the world, is the pool.

You didn’t understand why it was such a deal breaker for him since he and Jack barely used the one at his old apartment, until summer rolled around and with it, the heat.

DC’s heatwave would have killed you without a pool.

Jack had jumped in right after soccer day camp and after an hour of cooling off, he finally agreed on coming inside for dinner. The routine is a little more relaxed when Aaron’s away, even more so when it’s summer vacation.

That reason alone is probably why he easily convinced you to get back in the pool after dinner and TV, just before bedtime.

But it’s Friday and wearing him out means he’ll sleep to mid morning Saturday and hopefully it serves as a distraction from him missing his dad. Night time is usually when he misses his dad the most do you do what’s possible to ensure he’s asleep as son as his head his the pillow.

Aaron has echoed the same feeling when you talk to him on the phone, and he definitely has it worse, halfway across the country in Dallas where the weather is switching between thunderstorms and extreme humidity.

“You wanna play Marco Polo?” You ask Jack, distracting yourself from looking at the barbecue and remembering Aaron grilling just before he left.

He splashes some water your way before answering. “Okay, you go first. I’ve been practicing holding my breath though so you’ll lose.”

His identical competitive spirit to Aaron’s doesn’t go unnoticed by you and you grin as you splash some water back.

You cup your hand over your eyes, listening to him splash away from you. “Marco!” You call.

“Polo.” The reply came from a voice far too deep to being to an eight year old and you pull your hands off your eyes to see Aaron standing by the pool’s edge.

“Daddy!” Jack exclaims, jumping out of the pool and running over to hug Aaron. He’s soaking wet, dripping with chlorinated water, but Aaron don’t hesitate to hug him. He shed his jacket and tie, but you’re not sure how he’s coping with how hot it is in a long sleeve shirt and dress pants.

“Hey, bud.” Aaron greets him. “What are you doing up at…” He pauses to check the time on his watch, eyes darting to you still in the pool. “…8:42.”

You give Aaron your best puppy dog eyes, although you know he’s not mad. “Swimming, duh.” Jack replies, sassy as always.

You bite back a chuckle as Aaron does the same thing. “Yeah, I gathered that.” He says.

“Come in.” Jack insists. “You have to.”

“It’s late and you should probably be in bed already.” Aaron says, taking the firm line like you expected he would.

It’s okay though because you have a plan. “Can you give me a hand up?” You ask, swimming to the edge and holding your hand out.

Aaron frowns slightly, but he’s too excited to see you to ask why you won’t use the stairs. “Sure.” He reaches out to grab your hand but you pull hard, overpowering him easily since he doesn’t expect it.

You quickly swim out of the way, and he lands in the pool behind you, yelping- hilariously- when he hits the water.

Jack’s laughing with you, thoroughly amused by your mischief and enjoying seeing his professionally dressed dad in the pool.

When Aaron surfaces, he’s failing too glare at you. He’d fully commit to the bit of being annoyed if he wasn’t smiling so widely.

“You’re naughty.” Aaron says, waggling his finger at you.

You swim closer to him, brushing some hair off his forehead. “Welcome home.”

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imagine aaron doing this to reader when the team is out on a bar or rossi's house for dinner 😨😨 i would pass away

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with them not dating !! after some wine and they're getting flirty away from everyone else (but everyone else is watching from Rossi's garden) accompanied by a hand around her shoulder- or better, waist- this move would be unstoppable

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Father's Day

for the biggest dilf out there <3

Summary: Father's Day morning at the Hotchner household.

Word Count: 1.8k

As almost every morning for the past eight months started, you wake up to baby cries from Noah. Lately, it's through the baby monitor, the other camera set up in the nursery down the hall, but prior to that, it was a bassinet in the master bedroom, and the journey to soothe your crying baby was shorter.

At this point, it's reflexive to haul yourself out of bed when that special alarm rings, just like how it's natural for you to respond when you hear him cry.

Aaron stretches out and places a large hand on your thigh to stop you from getting up, but his head still rests against the white pillows, jet-black hair tousled.

"I'll get him." He says, mostly still asleep. He hasn't even opened his eyes.

"Don't worry." You assure him, voice thick with sleep. "Sleep in a little." You instruct him, squeezing his hand as you get out of bed and straighten the bedding. "It's Father's Day, after all."

He doesn't protest, just lets his hand drop on the comforter where you would usually lay.

You slip off into the hall, stepping through the quiet house. It's rarely like that nowadays, and you love the noise and chaos with your whole heart.

You hear the crying when you open the door to Noah's room, but it quietens when he recognizes you. He's the cutest thing you've ever seen, holding onto the crib bars to support his weight with wet tears on his cheeks. He looks most similar to the baby photos you've seen of Jack which is cute since you didn't know Jack until he was five. Adding to the list of adorable things about him, Noah's perfected the Hotchner stare when he gets grumpy.

"Good morning, sweet baby." You coo, picking him up and resting him on your hip so you can hug him. He looks at you with eyes identical to Aaron's, a rich brown.

Noah gurgles a response, grasping at your hair with his chubby fingers. It amazes you, how he's learning to communicate.

"Today is Father's Day." You tell him. Narrating your day has become common as you attempt to broaden his vocabulary. "So, we get to celebrate daddy." He's a while away from speaking, but he definitely understands who Daddy is and he giggles in the cutest way. "And he can't tell us it's too much. He probably will, but today, we don't have to listen."

After you take him out of his sleep sack and change him, like has become routine, you make your way to the kitchen with him.

"Are you hungry?" You ask rhetorically, seating him in his highchair. "I bet you are. Those bedtime bottles don't keep you full all day as well as all night, but Mommy loves that you're not waking up at night." He babbles back at you with the most adorable smile. "So, what do you think? Oatmeal sound good? Then some eggs with Jack and Daddy?"

You do what you promise, making him breakfast while he sits there smiling. You've never known a smilier baby than he is. While the oatmeal cooks, you get started beating some eggs to make breakfast for your other favorite people.

With cooked oatmeal, you put the bacon in a pan and leave it to cook so you can feed Noah.

"Here, sweet boy." You coo, squatting down and holding out a thick, plastic spoon of cooled oatmeal. "I bet you're growing and that's why you're so hungry. We're going to have to start buying you one-year-old clothes soon." You joke. He's a good eater like he's a good sleeper, easy as well as adorable, and he swallows his breakfast down.

The bacon starts sizzling in the background, and you leave the spoon on the tray, hoping he'll feed himself, while you get started on the eggs and flipping the bacon.

Noah isn't with the plan, and his tears start pretty quickly, accompanied by screams that could threaten to wake the house. He throws the spoon you were using to feed him on the floor carelessly.

"Sweetie, it's okay." You comfort him from the kitchen, but his cheeks are turning red pretty quickly, and you can't rush over to feed him without burning breakfast. It feels like an impossible juggle some days.

Just as the situation threatens to get worse, Aaron walks into the room. "Uh oh, someone's grumpy this morning." He jokes, walking to the cutlery drawer to get him a new spoon.

"I can do it." You jump in, taking the spoon from him while making sure not to burn the eggs.

"It's alright, baby." He assures you. "I'll feed him, you focus on breakfast. It smells delicious, by the way, thank you." As always, he's your perfect, well-mannered husband.

On any other day, you'd be thankful he's there and not somewhere around the country. "But it's Father's Day." You remind him in a whiney tone. "Let me do it. You just-"

Aaron squeezes your hip as he walks past. "Not happening." He says with tenderness. "I don't want you being a married single mom just because it's a random Sunday in June." He squats in front of the highchair where you were before, soothing Noah by running his hand through his soft hair before offering him some food. It does make you feel better when his crying ceases, and it's adorable when his face lights up as he recognizes his dad. "Hey, bubba, no more tears." He coos before turning back to finish what he was saying to you. "And I'm not always here, so I'm definitely going to help out when I am."

"Today's not a day for you to criticize yourself." You remind him, smiling softly. He's so attractive when he's most domestic, dad-like and husband-like. "Especially about being a dad, which, I'll be the first one to say today, you're amazing at."

He chuckles lightly, focusing his attention between feeding Noah and lovingly gazing at you. "Thank you." He tells you. "Not just for that, but for always."

You nod, always grateful you're the person who gets to compliment him endlessly.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Aaron asks in an enticing tone, turning back to look at you with a shy grin.

"Sure." You say, smiling over at him.

"I watch you on the baby monitor sometimes." He admits sheepishly, the collected facade of his slipping like it does when he's being tender. Your cheeks heat slightly at his confession. "And what you say is so sweet. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."

Breakfast cooked, you walk over and place your hand on his shoulder. "You deserve it. You hungry?"

He doesn't get out a reply before Jack comes running into the room excitedly, throwing his arms around his dad's neck, so Aaron can hold him to his side.

Noah recognizes him and reaches out for his brother with a grin, breakfast- and crying- forgotten about.

"Good morning! Happy Father's Day." Jack cheers.

"Thanks, buddy," Aaron replies, sweeping his hair out of the way to kiss his forehead. "Love you."

"Love you too," Jack says. He reaches for Aaron's hand that's holding the spoon. "Can I do it?" Watching them interact is something you deeply enjoy, and the responsibility of feeding his brother is a duty Jack takes seriously.

Aaron nods, handing it over and letting Jack feed his brother as he makes his way over to you. He holds your waist, kissing you softly before pulling back and leaving his face an inch from yours. "Hi." He whispers.

"Hi." You say back, leaning up to kiss him once before wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him while you watch the boys.

It's your happy place. Still and full of love.

"Breakfast?" Aaron asks because although he doesn't want to stop feeling your warm body against his, the food is getting cold.

You rest your head on his chest, looking at Jack and Noah. "Are you hungry Jack?"

He looks at you with wide eyes. "Starving." He exaggerates the word.

"Bacon and eggs?" You offer, although it's already made and he won't turn it down.

"Please, please!" He replies excitedly, leaving Noah's food on the highchair. "But I have to get something." He remembers before racing off out of the kitchen.

You frown, looking as confused as Aaron. You pull apart, you to serve breakfast, and Aaron to tempt Noah with some more oatmeal, but it seems he heard what you offered his brother and no longer wants what you made him. Thankfully, he's much more willing to feed himself eggs and picks some up as soon as you set down his plate.

Jack comes back when the plates are on the table, taking his seat with a sly smile and his hands behind his back.

"What do you have?" Aaron asks with a soft smile at Jack's animated expression.

"This," Jack reveals a card, handing it over to his dad.

The words on the front are definitely his handwriting, reading Happy Father's Day in messy, lopsided black letters. There's a stick figure family at the bottom, and Aaron's wearing a cape reminiscent of a superhero.

"Wow, this is amazing." Aaron compliments him, tears in his eyes at the thoughtful card. "You did this?"

Jack nods before making Aaron open the card and pointing at a paint mark on the bottom. "But Noah did this." He explains. "He can't hold a pen, though, so I had to put the paint on his finger and stamp it for him."

Aaron's face softens even more, if possible. "Thank you. This is the best gift I've gotten, aside from you and Noah." He looks at you, making sure you know he's grateful you made him a dad again.

"What's the best part about being a father?" Jack asks randomly.

Aaron pauses, his mind filled with memories and emotions. "The best part." He starts, voice thick with emotion. "Getting to raise you and Noah, and watching you grow up and become a really awesome, kind, intelligent, and funny person. And being there for you no matter what."

"I like you being my dad," Jack tells him.

"I like being your dad too," Aaron replies, squeezing his hand. You can see the tears in his eyes, but it's too early for tears.

"And Noah's?" Jack asks, looking at his little brother.

Aaron nods, looking at his youngest and then at you. "Of course, Noah too."

It might just be a random Sunday in June, but Father's Day serves as a reminder of his privilege of being a dad, the unconditional love he has for them, and how much he appreciates having you by his side. Aaron Hotchner just loves being a dad.

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i hc jack as a lil theater kid, so imagine reader going to his school play when hotch can't go, recording everything for him, and getting jack flowers or pizza or whatever after. then, at night when hotch comes back from the case, they stay up to watch the play and eat pizza like a lil family 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Cute !! Aaron would be so proud and very disappointed he didn’t get to be there but let’s just focus on the happy

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Hiii!! My request is that Aaron usually gives reader a kiss before he leaves for work, one morning he doesn’t and that’s why reader is really grumpy. She was supposed to bring him something into the bullpen and she does but Aaron notices that something’s off and then she tells him and it’s all fluffy 😁😁💞💞

It's not even 6 am when you hear banging in the kitchen, and since Aaron's not next to you, you figure he's up early for some reason.

Summer is to thank for the early morning sunshine radiating through the apartment, painting the whole open planned living room golden.

As you expected, Aaron's in the kitchen, using the coffee machine. What you didn't expect was for him to be fully dressed- looking very attractive-, which he usually wouldn't be until 7:30.

"Hey, why are you up so early?" You ask, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you lean against the wall.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Aaron apologizes. He pours some coffee into a travel mug. "Cruz called an early morning meeting."

You grimace, biting your bottom lip. Early morning meetings are never a good thing. "Of the bad variety?"

"I don't think so." He curbs your worry almost immediately with his secure tone. He keeps getting ready, grabbing his briefcase. "Probably just budget stuff."

"Okay, well, I'll see you in there later then." You say as he makes his way over to the side table to get his keys and wallet. He looks like he's about to leave before you say something else. "Are you forgetting something?"

He touches his hand to his forehead. "Right, breakfast. Can you-"

"Yeah." You cut him off, although it absolutely wasn't what you were hinting at. What he should have noticed was that he didn't kiss you like he does every morning.

"Thanks." He says, opening the front door. "Love you."

You sigh. "Yeah, love you too."

It dampens your morning more than it should. Disappointment gnaws at you, and you know it's irrational to let something so small bother you, but it's those little moments with Aaron that you treasure. Plus, with the nature of your jobs, you could be hours or days away from your next kiss.

The grumpiness sets in as the morning continues, and everything seems to be worse than usual from your hair to the traffic.

When you get to the BAU, he's sitting at his desk, and you make your way up to his office. He smiles when he sees you, but it slips off his face when you crudely dump a raspberry Danish on his desk.

"Good morning." You greet curtly, crossing your arms.

"Good morning," Aaron replies, confusion etching his features. "Is something wrong?"

With a sigh, you air your grievance with him. "There was no kiss this morning, Aaron. You always give me a kiss before you leave, but today you didn't."

Realization dawns on his face as he replays the morning's events in his head. He had been so worried rushing out the door that he didn't remember every part of his morning routine. "I can fix that." He promises, getting up from his desk. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I promise I didn't mean to forget."

He cups your cheeks softly and you melt into the warmth of his palms. "I know." You assure him. "But I missed it. It's one of my favorite parts of the day."

"Promise it won't happen again." He tells you, before leaning down to give you what you'd been longing for all morning. He kisses you so softly and lovingly that it's hard to feel grumpy or annoyed. "I'm very sorry. Thank you for bringing me breakfast."

"It's okay. I licked it anyway." You joke, earning a frown from him before you laugh and assure him you're not serious. "I'm kidding, but my saliva isn't that bad, is it?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "I won't make you any more upset this morning, so I'm going to say no."

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https://www.instagram.com/reel/CrAq1GxoMml/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== this but with Hotch and Shy BAUreader on a night out and while they're kissing the rest finds them and start teasing them from afar😂🤭

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yes! you know everyone would be cheering so loud when Hotch finally makes a move (since he has been flirting with you for months and they're kinda sick of him not confessing) and he's blushing anyway but he rolls his eyes and acts all huffy and annoyed when he notices they're there but it actually makes him more flustered

[happiest-hotch]

Hey my birthday is coming soon and in my dreams hotch will do something for his girlfriends birthday- hope you can write this 🤭

of course !! i hope you have an amazing day !!

It was a beautiful sunny morning when you woke up with a smile on your face. Today was guaranteed to be a good day, with Aaron at home and, marginally more unusually, your birthday. When you stretch out, you don't accidentally hit him and conclude he's not there. In his place, there's a note, and with your curiosity piqued, you grab it to read the elegant handwriting.

Happy Birthday, my love. Get ready for a day filled with surprises. Love, Aaron.

You grin, feeling a flutter of excitement and quickly get out of bed and make your way to the kitchen, where you find a delicious breakfast spread waiting for you. Aaron stands there, watching you with a soft smile.

"Happy birthday," he says, wrapping his arms around you and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you, Aaron. You didn't have to do all this," you reply, feeling overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness.

"But I wanted to. Birthdays are meant to be celebrated, and you deserve the best." He tells you, his eyes filled with adoration.

After breakfast, Aaron hands you a small gift-wrapped box, waiting eagerly to see your reaction. You unwrap it to find a delicate gold necklace with a charm shaped like an 'A'. It's simple yet elegant, just like Aaron himself.

"Thank you," you say, feeling touched by the gesture. "An 'A' for Aaron?"

He nods. "You're welcome, my love. And you could always tell people it's for amazing." You laugh, shaking your head as you turn around and scoop up your hair so he can put it on you. "Just thought I should give you my initial before I give you my last name." He whispers into your ear making you shiver at his warm breath and with excitement for the future plans he's hinting at.

The day continues with surprises at every turn. Aaron has diligently planned a series of activities that are both thoughtful and exciting. From a picnic in the park to a private museum tour, every moment was designed to make your birthday unforgettable. Throughout the day, Aaron's presence and affection are constant reminders of how lucky you are to have him in your life.

As the evening approaches, you find yourself standing outside a luxurious restaurant. The setting sun casts a warm glow on the surroundings, and you can feel the anticipation building up.

Aaron smiles at you, his eyes twinkling. "Ready for the grand finale?" he asks, his voice filled with excitement.

You nod, feeling a mixture of excitement and curiosity. The maître d' leads you to a private dining area decorated with flowers and candles. Soft music plays in the background as you settle into your seats. Aaron has truly outdone himself.

As you enjoyed a delicious meal, Aaron reaches into his pocket and pulled out a small envelope. He hands it to you, his eyes filled with affection.

"Open it," he encourages.

Your eyes widen with surprise at there being another surprise, as if you haven't been spoilt enough already. You carefully open the envelope to find two airplane tickets and an entire itinerary.

"Aaron, I can't believe it. Paris!" You exclaim.

"I remember you mentioning how much you wanted to visit." He explains, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Overwhelmed with emotion, you launch yourself into Aaron's arms, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you, Aaron. This is the best gift I could ever ask for," You whisper, your heart filled with love and gratitude. "And you're going to take time off work? I must be pretty special."

He chuckles, nodding. "You are." He assures you. "You deserve the world, my love. And I'll do everything I can to give it to you."

[happiest-hotch]

Oh my god😂😂 i knew i have problems but not this much!!! I saw this video and the first thing that came to my mind? That's my chubby ass trying to seduce Mr. Grumpy Boss (Aka Aaron)

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lmao this would be so hilarious, like imagine reader being drunk and pulling this because you can't tell me he wouldn't be like the grinch but really it's all an act to help himself keep his cool

[happiest-hotch]

hii idk if tumblr ate my ask but I was cleaning up my notes and I had a link to a fic of yours called ‘winter wishes’ but I checked and it’s not there anymore ? thanks!

so sorry I did see it, I just hadn’t gotten around to answering it. I was having majorrrr writers block about the next chapter so i privated all of the other posts because I felt bad people would read it, like it and then learn there isn’t more

[happiest-hotch]

There was that post about being obsessed with both Hotch and Reid BUT my problem is even worse I’m obsessed with Hotch, Reid, Morgan, Luke, Matt, Emily, JJ, Elle the entire team tbh and I like to be delusional and pretend like they’re all in love with me <3 imao

this is why I can’t start reading Morgan or maybe Luke fics because that obsession could start in a second

[happiest-hotch]

Mother's Day

Summary: Jack has a very important, surprise gift to give you on a special holiday for your inaugural celebrations together

Paring: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

WC: 1.4k

Whenever he can, Aaron leaves work early to get Jack. Thankfully, with Strauss's return, he's not still stuck doing two jobs, so he finishes his work in time to get Jack from school. You also love when he has days like that because it means he'll cook something delicious and homemade, maybe even dessert if Jack has anything to say about it.

Jack gets into the car like any other day, but what he says isn't the typical comment about his day or request for an afternoon activity. "Did you know it's Mother's Day this weekend?" Jack asks.

Aaron's heart clenches in his chest. Mother's Days, birthdays, Christmases, and the anniversary of Haley's death are all especially hard days for Jack, and Aaron tries his best to support his son. "Do you want to talk about mom?" He asks softly as he drives. Since Jack doesn't remember a lot of it, Aaron fills in the blanks and answers the questions.

"No, I might want to talk to her tonight, but I want to get a present," Jack explains.

Aaron frowns a little but accepts it. "We can do that. What do you want to get her?"

Jack's thinking face looks like his dad's, something you were the first to point out to Aaron. "I don't know." He admits. "You always get roses for Y/n so maybe I can get her flowers?"

That really throws Aaron, and it rapidly occurs to him that he and Jack aren't talking about the same person. "You want to get a present for Y/n?" He clarifies.

Jack shifts uncomfortably in his car seat, clearly nervous at his father's reaction. "I'm sorry. Is that wrong?"

Aaron can't shake his head fast enough. "No. No, of course not, buddy." He assures his son, reaching back with one hand to touch the boy's foot for extra reassurance. "I think she'd really like that. What made you think you want to get something for her?" He tries to ask it in a non-judgemental, casual tone.

"Well, in class, we were all talking about what we love about our moms, and a lot of the things that my friends were talking about are things that Y/n does for me." He explains, and Aaron feels his heart clench in the best way that time while he bites down a wide smile. "Mom is still my mom, and I'm not forgetting how she used to do those things for me, but Y/n is there for me too."

Aaron notices what he's emphasizing, and he's immensely proud of Jack for being able to express those feelings, understanding that appreciating his mom and recognizing your role in his life aren't mutually exclusive.

Then he's thinking about you as he absorbs the confession. And how lucky he is to have you. You have been a constant source of support and love, a beacon of hope and stability in the wake of their family tragedy, never anything but good to them. He feels so much joy and a tiny bit of sadness. He knows Haley would have loved you and appreciated how much you care for Jack, but he wishes she was there to see it.

He's choked up as he goes to speak. "Jack, that's very sweet of you, and I think, no, I know, Y/n feels the same way about you. She thinks you're the most amazing kid ever."

Jack smiles softly. "She does? Really?"

Aaron can't nod fast enough. "Yes, she always tells me how great she thinks you are."

"So we can get her a gift for her?" Jack confirms, looking hopeful.

"Absolutely." Aaron agrees, taking a right turn to the mall rather than a left to their home. "Whatever you want."

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It's been such a long week of work and Saturday mornings are Jack's soccer games, so as soon as your Saturday movie night is over, you're fast asleep next to Aaron.

Like usual, he stirs beside you first on Sunday morning, but when you go to get up with him, he softly whispers for you to go back to sleep and that's very easy to do.

When you next wake up, the sun is creeping through the blinds at a different angle, signaling that you slept in for longer than you usually would.

There's a soft knock at the bedroom door before you can properly wake up and get out of bed, and you softly call out for who you expect to be Jack to come in.

You're right in your guess that it's Jack, who quickly jumps up onto the bed with you, followed by his father who has a breakfast tray with a big vase of flowers on it accompanying a delicious-looking plate of French toast.

"Wow, you've both been busy this morning." You mumble sleepily as you sit up to hug Jack who's jumping into your arms.

"Happy Mother's Day!" He cheers joyfully, and you're taken off guard by the greeting, completely shocked.

Your eyes dart to Aaron's to make sure you heard Jack correctly, and his wide smile confirms you have. He's looking between you both with so much love and tenderness, his heart so full it feels like it's bursting.

Your eyes fill with tears as you realize the enormity of what he's just said. "Thank you, Jack." You squeeze him even tighter in a hug, not wanting him to slip away from this perfect moment.

He pulls back and smiles at you before turning back to his dad. "Can we give it to her?" He asks.

"Sure, bud." Aaron agrees, setting the tray down over the top of your legs. He sits near the foot of the bed while Jack snuggles into your side.

Jack reaches forward to pick up the little box next to the breakfast. "Here." He hands it to you. "Happy Mother's Day. Thank you for caring so much about me."

You kiss his forehead, holding him tighter to his side as you gladly accept his thoughtful and unexpected gift. "You're very welcome. I love you, Jackers."

Whatever he has for you has to be jewelry from the small, flat shape of the box and the designer jewelry stamp. You open it up, and your heart melts more, if it were possible. What's inside is a gorgeous gold bracelet with a flat, circular charm, engraved with the letter J.

Jack touches it as your finger does. "It's a J for Jack."

You nod so you don't start crying too much. You're so overwhelmed by gratitude and happiness that you can't help but let one tear slip out.

"Thank you." You finally get the words out. "It's perfect and I love it so much. I'm going to wear it every day, so you're always with me."

Jack's grinning a proud grin, clearly proud of himself for picking it out. Aaron had told him how much you would love it, but seeing it confirms it for him. "I think it'll look beautiful on you." He tells you adorably.

You chuckle a little. "You're a sweet talker just like your dad, you know?"

Aaron laughs next to you, but Jack's confused at what your compliment means, and his attention is drawn elsewhere. "Daddy and I made French toast for me as well. Oh, and I got you flowers."

It's a gorgeous bunch of flowers, beautiful colors, and lovely smells. "Thank you so much. Both of you." You repeat to them, making sure they're feeling the reciprocated love you're feeling.

"You're welcome," Jack says politely.

Aaron leans over to kiss your forehead. "I love you." He whispers.

You whisper it back before looking back at your breakfast plate. "There's a lot of French toast here, so I might need some help eating it." You say suspiciously, looking between Jack and Aaron.

Jack's eyes light up like he's been waiting for you to offer him some of it, and you can't blame him, it looks and smells like restaurant quality and you know breakfast foods are Aaron's strong suit cooking-wise.

"I am kind of hungry." Jack agrees, smirking at you softly.

"Eat up then, bud." You say, offering him the first spoonful. "We've got lots of fun stuff to do today."

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I would love any headcanons about Jealous/Protective Hotch esp in interrogations lol no pressure tho! love your blog <3 (both of them)

he can't help being more protective of you than he is of everyone else, like he knows you can handle yourself but he could not let anything bad happen to you

even before you were dating, he had the strongest draw to protect you

there's nothing he hates more than when you have to flirt with an unsub, even just a little bit, and he has to be outside the interrogation room because otherwise, his reaction is so visceral you'll never get the answers you want

if you don't have to flirt with the unsub but you're there for the questioning then he'll make sure your shirt is buttoned properly before you go in

and you're out as soon as one sexual comment gets dropped

on a few occasions, you've actually been slightly concerned about what will happen to aaron if he kills the unsub in the interrogation room because he looks so close to snapping and killing the unsub because of how he's looking at you

he can and has slammed unsubs against the wall just for looking at you the wrong way

he's a little more chill with the general public (thankfully) but he'll glare with his scariest glare at anyone who looks at you the wrong way