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Decisions - Aaron hotchner X Wife!reader

pairings; Aaron Hotchner X Wife!reader

summary; surprise visits with lil baby hotchner (No Jack)

content warnings; fluff and breastfeeding

wc; 0.8k

a/n; I’m doing more one shots now so they are shorter than my older ones but I will still have multi part series in the future just right now One shots are easier for me =}}}

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Getting Ava ready to see her dad at work was a lot. It had been the first time since her and Aaron were apart, since he took a few months off for her arrival . You didn’t know who was taking it harder.

Ava had been way more fussy with you. Giving you the Aaron stare that she had perfected by time she was three months. Aside from the fussiness she was fine the moment she heard Aaron’s voice. He was also not doing so good with cases on top of missing Ava and you.

It’s was harder now because he felt he had to fight even harder to solve every case. Knowing that one less person on the street is one less that could hurt his favorite girls. Ava was finally 5 months, not doing much but looking around and giggling.

You had called Gracia to see when they would be done with the case. Finding out it did not end well at all and the team was exhausted. They still had hours of paper work to come back to. So, you decided to surprise your favorite people and favorite guy.

Walking into the bullpen seeing them working hard when Derek noticed you.

“Is that my beautiful and brilliant God-niece ava and her gorgeous mother?” He said coming to take the car seat off your arm, Ava smiling in response to her Godfather.

Soon after that the team gathered around with heart eyes for the small hotchner. Aaron still not out of his office yet to see his daughter was here. By the time she got out of Spencer’s arm she was more fussy than ever. You knew she was probably just hungry, again.

You grabbed her burp towel and walked to Aaron’s office with a soft knock. A faint come in coming from the other side of the door. You walked in to a very focused Aaron he didn’t even noticed you both had walked in.

Ava quickly noticing her father and letting out a small giggle his head snapping toward the door. All his worries fell as he seen the both of you. A huge cheeky smile going over his face as he got up from his desk.

“I’ve missed you both beyond words.” Placing a kiss Ava cheek and one on your lips.

“She’s very very hungry, she keeps staring at me like I’m an unsub.” You smiled sitting on the couch and taking your boob out, Ava latching on easily.

You always felt like it was just the two of you when you breastfed her. It was a special bond honestly and you always got lost in it. Aaron was watching closely as he always did when you fed her.

“Thank you both for coming, I honestly really needed it.” Aaron said getting up to sit next to you on the couch, letting out a sigh of relieve. You smiled at him and placed a kiss on his head.

“You wanna burp her?” Noticing the milk drunk baby under you. Grabbing the burp towel and putting it over his shoulder you handed him ava.

“Hi, my beautiful girl! I’ve missed you.” planting kisses all over her face and then putting her on his shoulder. Living with a profiler meant you picked up a few things. Especially how quiet Aaron was he was usually always rambling about something.

“What’s going on Aar, you’re awfully quiet and you kept the kisses short with Ava”

“Working on your profiling skills I see” he laughed,

“This case just, I don’t know if I should continue this job.”

“Woah, that’s a big decision after one case, are you sure?” It honestly was Aaron had gotten through the worst he had told you half of it. He never wanted to give up on saving the people he could though.

“I … we were being shot at and obviously we are fine but a bullet flew past my head by like an inch. I heard it and I thought I wouldn’t be coming home to you both.” He said all his fears with a tear falling onto Ava’s onesie. The biggest fear after meeting you was never able to grow old with you. Then his Ava came along and the fear grew stronger. Aaron dedicated his life to the bureau and he knew it but he had two other people that he needed to give his life too.

The thought of living life and raising a child without Aaron hunted you a lot. You mostly shoved it down because you didn’t want him to have that same fear. You still found comfort in knowing you both were afraid of his job.

“Aaron, i couldn’t imagine life without but I know how important the BAU is to you. Ava and I will support you through anything.”

That you would, the BAU was his life and you didn’t know how he’d be without out. Taking Ava off his shoulder he asked her.

“You want your dad at home more my pretty girl?” Ava smiling at him as always giving Aaron the confirmation he needed.

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An Unexpected Touch

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Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader 

Word count: 1362

Warnings: Mentions of Mother’s death

Y/N: Your Name 

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It was the first Christmas without my Mother. The first Christmas since she was murdered. I have been strong about this for my Dad and little brother, but I miss her so much. My Dad was worried since he hasn’t actually seen me cry about her death yet, but I have. I just did it alone so neither of them would see. My Dad has enough problems with work and Jack, I didn’t want to add to his stress. I just kept everything to myself and put on a smile for my family and friends. I would be fine. Or so I thought…

Christmas eve was really rough for me. I was putting Jack to sleep when he asked about our Mother. I was just telling him about how he needed to go to sleep so Santa could come and bring him presents for being such a good boy. 

“Y/N?” He asked in a tired voice. 

“Yeah Jackie?” I asked, sitting on the edge of his bed and smiling at him. 

“Do you think Santa can bring back Mommy?” He asked and my heart clenched. 

“Oh, Jack…” I sighed and shook my head. 

“Mommy’s an angel remember? Daddy already told you this, didn’t he?” I asked and he nodded. 

“He said she was like the angel on the tree.” He answered and I gave him a sad smile. 

“Mommy is looking down at you right now, she keeps you safe.” I said and he smiled. 

“I miss her.” He said, snuggling into his bed. 

“I know buddy, I miss her too. Here, how about you sleep with this tonight? Will that help?” I asked, handing him the picture of him and Mom that was on his nightstand. He nodded with a big smile and closed his eyes. 

“Good, now go to sleep and Santa will be here in no time.” I said and kissed him goodnight. 

“Goodnight Y/N/N, I love you.” He said as I got up. 

“Goodnight Jackie, I love you too.” I said and left the room, leaving his door slightly open just how he likes. Our Dad still wasn’t home, but he said he would be soon. I sighed and walked into my room. I turned on my lamp and grabbed the picture of my Mom. I stared down and it and couldn’t stop thinking about what Jack had said. If only Santa was real and could actually bring Mom back… I started crying and didn’t even realize until my tears landed on the picture. I just wiped them away whenever they landed. God I miss her so much… 

*Aaron’s POV*

I stayed at work much later than I wanted to. I was supposed to be home to tuck Jack in and make sure him and Y/N ate, but murderers never seem to take a rest… I sighed as I opened the door to our apartment quietly. I placed my things down and quickly took off my shoes and loosened my tie. I walked down the hall and peeked into Jack’s room. He was sound asleep, but he was clutching the picture of him and Haley. I smiled slightly and walked over to give him a quick kiss. I left the room and went to go check on Y/N. Just as I was about to reach her room, I heard quiet sobs. I furrowed my brow and walked up to her door, which was slightly ajar. She was sitting on her bed looking at one of the many pictures of Haley she had. Her tears were hitting the glass, but she just wiped them away and cried just a bit harder. My heart ached seeing my daughter like this, it’s the first time I’ve seen her cry since it happened… I opened her door, but she didn’t hear me walking in. I sat next to her and gently wrapped my arm around her. She jumped and looked up at me scared. She relaxed once she saw it was me and quickly started wiping her tears away. She sniffled a bit and then smiled up at me. 

“Dad, you’re finally home.” She said and I frowned at her. 

“Are you alright, Princess?” I asked and she just smiled wider. 

“Never better. I put Jack asleep just a little while ago, he refused to go to sleep until you came home but I finally managed to get him to sleep.” She said. 

“Y/N, you don’t need to hide your feelings from me.” I said and gently took the picture she was holding out of her hands. I smiled down at it, it was her and Haley smiling and hugging. I remember this day, we were celebrating Y/N doing amazing in her school play. I made an effort to be there that day and Haley was so happy. Y/N may have only had a small part, but we were extremely proud of her and insisted we celebrate. 

“It’s okay to miss her, Y/N.” I said after a moment of silence. I looked over and saw silent tears falling down her face. 

“I miss her too.” I said, placing the picture down and pulling my daughter into my arms. 

“I-I just…” She started, but a sob escaped her throat. 

“Shhh, just let it out, Princess.” I whispered and held her tighter. She clung to me as she cried and I honestly felt relieved that she was crying. She was finally letting it out, finally grieving. After just a few minutes she calmed down and looked up at me. She wiped her eyes and gave me a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. 

“Sorry, Dad, I just-” 

“You don’t ever have to be sorry for crying, Y/N.” I said and she looked down at her hands. She started playing with the ring that I had given her, it was Haley’s and she always loved it. I gently made her looked at me again and she had a few tears escaping her eyes. 

“You haven’t cried about your Mother since it happened. I’m happy you’re finally grieving and I’ll be here for you whenever you need.” I said with a smile, but she shook her head and angry tears started to fall. 

“N-No! I need to be here for you and Jack.” She cried and my eyes widened. 

“Y/N, sweetie, you do not need to be here for me. I won’t sit here and tell you that Jack won’t need you because he will, but you do not need to be here for me in the same way. That’s my job as your Father to take care of you.” I said and she cried harder. 

“Is this why you haven’t been dealing with it?” I asked and she nodded. 

“I-I just wait t-till I’m alone…” She said and my eyes widened. 

“You’ve been dealing with this all alone?” I asked, my heart breaking because my own daughter thought she couldn’t come to me about losing her Mother… She nodded and I held her tightly. 

“You don’t ever have to deal with anything alone, Y/N. I’m your Father, it’s my job to take care of you, not the other way around.” I said and she clung onto me and cried harder. 

“I-I miss h-her!” She cried and I gently stroked her hair. 

“I know sweetie, I miss her too…” I whispered. The two of us stayed like that until her sobs started to quiet down and her breathing evened out. I gently pulled her back and smiled at her peaceful sleeping face. I gently placed her down and went to get up to turn her light off, but she grabbed my sleeve. 

“Dad?” She asked quietly. 

“Yes?” I answered. 

“Will you stay with me?” She asked and I smiled. 

“Let me go get changed and I’ll be right back.” I said and she smiled. 

“Thank you.” She whispered and I kissed her head. 

“I love you, Y/N.” I said and she smiled more. 

“I love you too, Daddy.” She whispered back and I walked out of the room to get changed. My Daughter needed me and I would be there for her, always.

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Slipping Through My Fingers

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!reader

WC: 5.2K

A/n: This is from Aaron’s perspective on his daughter’s wedding day! This was inspired by Slipping Through My Fingers from the Mamma Mia movie. Feel free to listen to it while reading. (See the bottom for song :))

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“Slipping through my fingers all the time. I try to capture every minute.”

Getting dressed for a wedding vs. getting dressed for a funeral is almost the same thing. Two important events. One event where everyone wants to attend, the other… well not so much. Getting in similar dress-like clothing (except for the bride and groom), the only difference is that two people are celebrating the start of their lives together and another has to live in sorrow for the rest of their life. The other difference is the emotion of people.

Weddings usually make people happy, maybe except for the father of the bride. That’s what I am today. My daughter’s getting married. I had been the one at the funeral, having to live the rest of my life without Haley, but my daughter and my future son-in-law were going to be starting the rest of their lives together.

My day started off hectic. I got called into the BAU. That was not something I wanted to happen on the day of my daughter’s wedding. I’m sick and tired of work and my home life clashing. It’s clashed for the past 25 years. I’ve missed out on moments from Y/n and Jack’s life. The two most important people to me and I lost out on time with them. I lost Haley because of my job. She was my rock when we first got married and my job ruined our marriage. She died because of me. It’s a guilt that I carry around every single day, and even today, more than ever.

After quickly resolving what needed to be resolved at the BAU, I came home, went for a run, showered, and began to make breakfast and clean up from last night. My living room looked like a frat party was thrown. I guess that’s what I get for letting my two children have people over the night before my daughter’s wedding.

Cleaning up the mess, I came across a photo album. Just looking at it, I knew exactly what it was. It was Haley and I’s wedding photo album. I’d been so busy with everything in my life, I guess I didn’t have time to sit down and think about what my daughter must be feeling about her wedding.

I picked up the book, only to find another photo album underneath. One was an album of my daughter and I. She made me so proud to be her father. I was the lucky one to have her in my life.

I began to flip through the pictures of the moment I found out I was going to be a father. On the first page of the book, there was a polaroid of Haley holding up the pregnancy test with myself kissing her. It made me think back to that moment, and how sentimental it was.

Exhausted. Yep, that’s what I was feeling, but that’s okay, because now I’m going home to see my beautiful wife, cook her dinner, and spend an evening with the woman I love, maybe work on making a baby.

When my key hit the front door, it made me stop and think, what’s my life going to be like in 5 years? 10 years? 15 years? Will I have 6 kids running around the house and they’ll be running to the front door when I walk inside? Will my kids be playing sports or in the marching band? Instead of coming home to see the kids, I have to split up and watch soccer games, cheerleading, baseball, band, and theater. It excited me.

I shuddered at the memory I had. I did that to myself. I chose work over the family I could have had with Haley. My two children are perfect but had I been more invested as a husband, and as a father, I could have had more. I only had myself to blame.

I walked into the kitchen to find Haley in the kitchen. She had made dinner, even though I was supposed to. I was lucky to have her, to marry my high school sweetheart, my best friend.

“So, you know how I haven’t been feeling good honey?”

“Yeah. I wanted you to rest while I was at work today.”

I paused when she put her hands on my waist to hold me still. To stop me in whatever pilot mode I was in. She was bringing me back to reality and not just going through the motions of what I did every time I got home.

“Honey, you know how we’ve been trying for a little Hotchner?”

“Haley, I told you, if we can’t have a baby, we can’t have a baby. It’s okay, we can adopt a couple of kids or we can have none. I’m sure there will be BAU babies in the future.”

“Aaron. Honey, we did it. We’re having a baby.”

She pulled out a positive pregnancy test and held it in front of my face. Tears streamed down both of our faces. We were going to become parents. At that moment, I learned I was going to be a father. We wouldn’t find out until 7 months later that we’d have a baby girl. That baby girl was the best thing to happen to Haley and me.

I flipped through the picture book, reminiscing on the days when my daughter was a baby, toddler, child, not the beautiful, young woman she’d turned into. I saw the photo of me and my two kids in the hospital bed. Y/n was only 2 years old when Jack was born, she was so excited to be a big sister and I knew their bond would be like no other.

I was slowly tearing up, going through memory lane, thinking about how fast my kids grew up and I wasn’t there for it, it killed me. I have many regrets in life, not leaving the BAU when I had the chance is my biggest one. While the work I did saved thousands of people, those moments with my kids and any chance I had with Haley, I’ll never get back.

Before I could have a full-blown crying moment, I heard my daughter speak up from her bedroom.

“Dad, can you help me get ready?”

I wasn’t new to helping her get ready. Without Haley in Y/n and Jack’s life, I had to become Dad and mom.

If you had asked me 21 years ago if I’d be the one helping my daughter get ready on her wedding day, I would have said no, that was Haley’s job, but 15 years ago, I knew that would change, when I was helping my 6-year-old daughter and 4-year-old son get ready for their mom’s funeral.

Over 15 years, I learned how to braid her hair, learned the correct hair and makeup products that she needed. I never envisioned I’d have to do that when I held my baby girl in my arms for the first time. I thought Haley would do that and I would just give her my debit card and she’d go. It’s funny how the times have changed.

Walking into the room that she’d grown up in made me think back to all the memories we had together. I just paused for a moment. The flashbacks of me coming home to her playing princesses in her room with her stuffed animals and then being so happy to see me. Or her putting on her music, begging me to dance with her. Her begging me to read her a bedtime story or asking to sleep in her bed because of the thunder.

Being there for my kids taught me a lot. I learned a lot more about my kids in the last 15 years than I did in the first 4 to 6 years of their life when Haley was alive. Granted, that was my fault, but they taught me much about life.

When I saw her looking at me, I quickly snapped out of whatever trance I was in. For someone who was getting married in 2 hours, she was not ready one bit, but that was the good thing about my daughter. She was good about not getting stressed, so if she was, I couldn’t tell. But I also refuse to profile my children.

Well actually, as a father, you have to read your kids. I just can’t turn it off sometimes when it comes to my kids, especially my daughter, that’s my little girl. She was opening up to me. She’d always done that, so there was never a reason to profile much. My daughter was nervous. I mean, I was when I married Haley, I don’t blame her for being nervous. There’s so much that could go wrong on the big day, that if you don’t have a support system, you’ll get lost in trying to make sure everything is perfect.

“Honey, I thought Anna and Shelby were supposed to be helping you get ready?”

“Dad, I just needed some time to be alone. I also think Anna and Jack are hooking up.”

I snickered watching my daughter gag at the thought of her best friend and younger brother hooking up. Anna and Shelby were Y/n’s childhood best friends and Jack fit into their friend group as they got older.

“Honey, Go get showered, I’ll help you with your hair. How do you want it? Curled? Braided?”

“Dad, I don’t have a lot of time, I can’t be late for my wedding.”

“We have time, we have time.”

She walked over and hugged me. It made me very happy to hold her in my arms one last time before she was getting married. I wasn’t ready to let go, but my little girl was a strong, independent woman.

In just a few short hours, I was going to be giving her away. Giving her away to a man who loved my daughter with everything he had, they had the kind of love that Haley and I had in college, the kind of love that was there when we found out we were going to be parents.

“You know Dad, I’m getting Mamma Mia vibes from this moment.”

“Except you know who your father is and he’s walking you down the aisle.”

I watched her roll her eyes and she made her way to the bathroom. I went to grab her some food and caught Jack walking out of his room, praying that he wasn’t hooking up with Anna, Y/n’s childhood bestfriend.

“Jack, your sister’s getting married and you’re fooling around with her bridesmaid.”

“Dad, come on. We’re here for a good time, not a long time.”

He patted my shoulder and walked by to grab some food. I couldn’t believe this is how my kids turned out. My daughter, marrying an amazing guy while my son on the other hand is screwing around with my daughter's bridesmaid.

“When are you getting ready? The wedding is in two hours, you still need to shower, shave, Anna needs to get to her house to get ready. Jack, I’m serious, stop laughing.”

“Hey old man, relax. It’s going to be okay. Anna and I are having a snack, she’s leaving to go get ready at her own house. I’m going to shower. See ya, daddio.”

Watching my son walk back to the room that I used to tuck him in with and build forts in seemed crazy to me. In my eyes, he was the little four year old boy that would fall asleep on the couch trying to stay up for me when I got home for work.

Both my children were growing up and I wasn’t ready. From what I saw, they were still my babies, both of them. I’m not ready for them to never need me again. Once Y/n get’s married, she’s going to have her husband, and then they’ll have kids because that’s what she’s always wanted, and then she’s going to have her own family, not her dad, and that scared me.

You can prepare all you want, but I was never prepared to become a single father to two young children, wasn’t prepared to have my daughter date, or prepared enough to have her move out of the house. From what I’ve learned, there’s no amount of preparation for that feeling of what it’ll be like when your children, your babies, grow up.

I walked back into Y/n’s room with her and Jack’s favorite food, dino chicken nuggets. No matter how old they got, they never grew out of their dino chicken nugget phase. Both of them would tell me over and over that dino chicken nuggets were elite, they basically told me that dino chicken nuggets were the Aaron Hotchner of the BAU and it somehow clicked in my mind. They were comparing me to chicken nuggets, making me feel like a hero, when in fact, I shouldn’t be their hero.

I chuckled thinking back to that conversation that they had with me. We were sitting at the kitchen table, I had got back from a case early in the afternoon and picked them up from school. They were so happy to see me, so when we went grocery shopping, I had mindlessly picked up regular chicken nuggets. Oh, was that a big mistake. Both children yelled, “NO! Not those!”

I smiled laughing at the fear that took over me in that moment. My two children, 10 and 8 years old, were telling me not to buy chicken nuggets. Jack had said that Dino chicken nuggets were the best and that he’ll eat them forever. After I explained that just the shapes were different, my daughter spoke up, saying that dino chicken nuggets were like the Aaron Hotchner of the BAU, the best of the best. Her exact words were, “Dino nuggets are the hero of chicken nuggets, just like you’re my hero.”

I didn’t want to cry. I was on the verge of tears earlier, I still had to hold it together for my daughter. I didn’t need her to come out and see me crying because I know she’d cry. She didn’t need that stress on her big day.

“Ugh! Dad.”

My daughter came into her room with one of my ¼ zips and her favorite pair of running shorts. Those were her comfort clothes. That ¼ zip was 21 years old. When I was away on cases, Haley would wear it when feeding her, and as Y/n got older, it’s the one ¼ zip she always gravitated too. While it was big on her when she was a child, she still slept in it, wore it when I wasn’t home, it was her sense of safety when I couldn’t be there. Because of me, she was attached to a piece of clothing because I couldn’t protect her. What father puts their children through that?

“What’s wrong honey?”

“Dad, I was shaving and I cut my leg.”

“Come here, sit down. I have a band-aid.”

She sat down on the bed and I grabbed a band-aid from my pocket. One thing that Haley told me from our wedding day was to always have enough band-aids. I made a promise that whenever our children got married, I’d be the one to carry the band-aids. Turns out she was right, we did need the band-aids after all.

She grabbed the dino nuggets after I put the band-aid on and she sat down on the bed. I moved to sit with my back against her head board and I was looking at her. I thought I’d see the beautiful woman she had turned into, but all I could see was my Y/n. My little girl who’d want to play basketball with me or try to show me the newest soccer move. My little girl who was just in a red dress and pigtails. Yeah, that was the little girl I saw.

“Dad, did you hear what I said?”

“What?”

“I started talking but you didn’t answer me. Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was just thinking. What did you say?”

“Can you believe I’m marrying A.J.?”

Her fiance was the perfect man for her. He was sweet, kind, just overall in love with her. The kind of love that Haley and I once had. He was everything I could have ever imagined for my little girl.

“No, I can’t believe the day has finally come. 1 year of prepping for a wedding flew by.”

“Thank you for everything, dad.”

My daughter leaned into me and put her head on my shoulder. When I looked at her TV, Mamma Mia was on. When did she put that on? This had to have been her way of trying to soak on as much time as she could before she was getting married. Maybe it was her way of getting me to come to realize that my little girl wasn’t my little girl.

As she ate her dino nuggets, I held onto her a little longer, not wanting her to get married. I know she had to, everyone has to grow up, but I just wasn’t ready. I’m finally ready to admit that. Before I could say something, Jack entered the room with two plates of dino nuggets.

“Jack, you’re supposed to be in the shower.”

“Dad, Y/n’s moving out of the house officially tonight, this is the last time we’re all going to be living together, under one roof. We’ve spent the past 19 years living together. Well, 19 years living with me, 21 for you two, but if I’m being honest, I’m not ready to let that go.”

My son was right. He was stronger than I was. He said what I had been afraid of saying this entire time. I took the plate of dino nuggets that he had reached out to give me. He sat on the bed with my daughter and I. Sharing the bed how they used to share the bed when they were just kids.

I watched my daughter begin to take pictures and videos and we got one of all of us smiling, eating our dino nuggets. Something so simple, yet so meaningful. The last time I’d ever have my children living under one roof all together. Yeah, Jack’s right, I wasn’t ready to let go, but I did, in less than an hour and 10 minutes.”

As we finished our dino nuggets, I had to begin to help with her hair, the movie playing in the background. Jack had stayed in the room to take pictures. Pictures that I would cherish for the rest of my life.

My daughter had put on “Slipping Through My Fingers”. The scene was coming up shortly in the movie but she put the song on her phone. She looked at me through the mirror and smiled. All I could think of was how much this song was so impactful in our life, and now it’s becoming a real story for our life.

Jack went to go get her dress and then went to go change, leaving Y/n and I for a minute that we both needed. With her hair braided the way she wanted, she turned around and looked at me. I handed her her dress and Jack walked into the room.

“You clean up nice, Jack.”

“Thanks sis. Dad? Do I look okay?”

My son was put together. In just a few short moments, I was going to have two children ready for a wedding. Two children who weren’t 4 and 6 anymore, but were 21 and 19. They were grown up.

“You look nice, call me when you’re ready Y/n. I’m going to change.”

I walked out of her room to give her a minute to get into her dress and walked into my room. I changed into my suit and fixed my hair. I finished tying my tie and walked back outside of Y/n’s room. I knocked on the door, getting the okay from Y/n to come in. As I made my way in, I looked at my daughter. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Just an hour ago, I was looking at the little girl in pigtails that I once saw. Now, I was staring at a beautiful, strong, young woman who had everything in the world going for her at that moment. She was my daughter and I was lucky to be her father.

Jack was sitting on the desk, giving me time to fix the little bits of hair that needed to be recurled on Y/n’s head. She was looking in the mirror, I knew she wanted to say something but I wasn’t going to pressure her. Until I heard her speak.

“Dad, am I letting you down?”

“Why would you think that?

“Because of what you’ve done, being the unit chief of the BAU, raising 2 children 2 years apart, being a single-father.”

“Honey, I didn’t have a choice. Your mother was taken from us because of what I did. I became a single father because you lost mom because of me.”

“Dad, stop. That’s not true.”

I was staring at my daughter, but that wasn’t her who said that, it was Jack. Jack was teary eyed, looking at me and Y/n. I shook my head slightly because Haley’s gone because of me and my job.

“Dad, please, you have to listen to Jack and I. It is not your fault. Foyet killed mom. You did everything you could to protect Jack and I. Dad, you could’ve been dead, too! He stabbed you 9 times. You raised us into the people we are today. We wouldn’t be half of the people we are if it weren’t for you. You’re our hero, dad. You always will be.”

I wrapped my arms around my daughter. She still saw me as a hero. My little girl. My little girl who was getting married in 45 minutes. I was her hero. There could be nothing more better than hearing her call me her hero.

“You will never let me down. No matter what. I am so proud to be your father.”

“I’m lucky to be your daughter. You’re my hero. No matter how old I get, I’m always going to need you in my life. Never forget that, Dad. Will you give me away?”

All day I had been holding up tears, guilting myself for letting Haley get killed but at this moment, all I could think about was what a blessing it was to be a father. A father who was loved by his kids. I was loved by my daughter and son, neither one of them ever angry with me for raising them as a single father, never blaming me for losing their mom. I was their hero. I was someone they trusted, they found comfort in. My kids were my saving grace. Y/n asking me to give her away, the floodgates had opened. I wiped the tear that had fallen onto her cheek and pulled her into my arms. I looked over at Jack, for one to never get emotional, he was wiping his tears as well.

As I pulled away from the hug, I kissed her forehead. She was ready to get married, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for her to get married, but that didn’t matter because all I wanted to do was make my daughter happy.

“I think we have to get to a wedding.”

My kids and I all took one last hug. The ending of Slipping Through My Fingers filled the room. All of us all quietly soaking in the moment, realizing all we had been put through as a family, but in the end, we had made it out.

As we got to the church, we watched everyone walk down the aisle and I held onto her arm. I looked down at her and she squeezed my arm.

“Are you ready, Dad?”

“No.”

She and I shared a laugh. She just wanted me to be honest. I knew that and that’s what she was waiting for.

“No, I’m not ready for you to finally be grown up. I know you’ve been grown up for a long time, but in my eyes, you’re still the little girl who barely fits into my ¼ zip. Now you’re getting married. But if there’s anyone who deserves it, it’s you. You deserve every ounce of happiness Y/n Hotchner.”

She kissed my cheek and whispered, “You deserve happiness, too, Dad. Don’t forget that. I love you.”

The church doors swung up and the pianist began to play “Slipping Through My Fingers”. My daughter and I looked at each other, let out a deep breath and began to smile, taking our steps down the aisle.

I wish someone would’ve told me that this was the shortest walk of my life. What felt like the longest, but the most important, was the shortest amount of time I’d have with my daughter when giving her away. I wanted to cherish every moment I could get with her before she married A.J. This was the last moment before she became a married woman. I kissed her cheek, then went to sit down next to my team. Rossi gave me a pat on leg. A small gesture that I didn’t know I needed until I felt the tension in my body relax.

I had given my daughter away, she was marrying the love of her life, that feeling that I’m losing her forever was kept in my body up until that point in time that I felt Rossi’s touch.

The ceremony was beautiful, as A.J. and Y/n shared a kiss, the audience began to clap. She began to walk down the aisle, hand in hand with her husband. She gave me a smile and a wave, a small gesture that I’d hold onto forever.

As the night began to wind down, it was a beautiful wedding and reception. There was still one more thing that I needed to do. The father-daughter dance. I still had no idea what the song was, I just knew that we were dancing to a slow song.

As the D.J. called my name to the floor, I met my daughter in the middle of the dance floor. Everyone had surrounded us. I grabbed my daughter and embraced her in a hug.

“Just wait for the song, Dad. You’ll love it.”

Just as she finished, “Slipping Through My Fingers” had begun to play throughout the reception hall. I saw Jack beginning to record and looked around at everyone. They were all wiping their tears and I began to spin my daughter around the dance floor.

I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to say everything that I could to her in the time the song began to play, but I could feel all tension leave her body as soon as she held me. She had been trying to make this wedding so perfect, and it was. There’s just something you’ll always know about your children, there’s something you’re always able to provide them. Being there to provide my daughter the comfort that I had tried to do all my life was big for her.

“I’m proud of you. I want you to know that.”

“Dad, you’ve told me that ever since I was a little girl.”

“I know I have, but it’s because it’s true and I want you to know that. Okay? You need to know that you’re important to me. I’m not ready for you to not be my little girl anymore. I’m not ready to wake up tomorrow morning and know that you and Jack won’t be trying to burn down my house making breakfast. I’m not ready to let go of the fact that you really have slipped through my fingers. I don’t know where the time has gone, I just know that it went way too fast, you were always growing and I tried to make it stop but I never could. You’re always going to me Y/n Hotchner to me, you’ll always be my little girl. Just know that I’m a phone call away. I’m a car ride away to watch mamma mia and eat ice cream with.”

I watched her smile and I wiped the tears from her face.

“Just please not chocolate ice cream, dad.”

“I know, never.”

“Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture.”

We began to laugh about the ice cream. At that moment, I really did wish I could freeze the picture because this song was ending, my little girlwas going to be grown up in 30 seconds, and I had to adjust to everyday life with her being a married woman. I was proud of her. She deserved every ounce of it, worked so hard to be who she is now.

As the music faded out, I spun her in a circle and hugged her. The audience of our friends and family began to clap. I held onto her a little too long, but it was something both of us needed. I felt Jack come hug us and we all whispered how much we love each other.

When we finally let go of one another, I quickly stepped out of the way to let everyone else join in on the dance floor. A.J. and Y/n began to dance to the music, and Jack was dancing with Anna. Everyone was smiling. It was a great wedding with family and friends.

As I got Jack home for the night and into his bed, placing Gatorade, water, and Motrin at his bedside, I walked into Y/n’s room. She didn’t come home. For the first night in a while, she wasn’t going to be home. It was something I was going to have to process, but it was okay. I knew she was happy. I knew that I was the father that was trying his best, the father who made a difference in her life.

Y/n slipped through my fingers, I focused too much on trying to capture every minute with her that I didn’t realize how fast she grew up in my eyes. My daughter was married. This day was hard and I didn’t think that there’d be crying on my wedding day like how we cried at Haley's funeral. The thing that was different was that we were crying for different reasons.

I wiped the tear that had fallen onto my cheek and turned out the lights in her room.

She grew up way too fast for me to realize it, but I’m glad I had every minute I did with her. I walked back into my room and got out of my suit. As I laid in bed, I changed my profile picture on social media to the picture of walking Y/n down the aisle.

I then posted another picture of her waving and smiling as she was walking down the aisle with her husband. The caption was perfect for the ending of this night. “She waved goodbye, with an absent-minded smile.”

[ssa-thotchnerr]

Nerve Gas - Chapter 3

part one part two

Summary – The final chapter in the ‘Nerve Gas’ story. Hotch’s daughter realises she may not be getting out of this one and wants her dad – Hotch does everything he can to save his daughter from a painful demise.

Warnings – Gore, character deaths, angst, sad hotch, reader becomes disabled, sight loss

Word Count –  2.2k

A/N – Wow, fucking finally. 2 years later here we are, finally finished with this series! I hope everyone enjoys this as I have really – believe it or not – enjoyed writing it! Please feel free to like, reblog, and leave feedback, as it is always appreciated!

 The blood in your hand stood out painfully against the paleness of your palm, trying to keep yourself as calm as possible, you wiped it on the leg of your jeans. You knew the nerve gas was making its way around your body and probably shutting down all your vital functions, but you couldn’t give up, despite how much your body was begging you to. You held onto the wall as you made your way down the hallway to try and escape the two that were after you – the two who wanted you dead just because you were your father’s daughter. You stumbled and tripped, grunting painfully as you hit the ground, the wind being knocked out of your compromised lungs. It took a lot of strain for you to get up and back up onto your feet, you struggled before pushing yourself up, only to find your two hunters in front of you – they had found you, their prey.

 Hotch continued to watch you, watched as you tried your hardest to run away from those after you, despite your weak body’s protests for you to stop and let yourself rest, to give up entirely – but you had run in harder conditions. Like when Hotch had to chase after you after you snuck away to try and meet your dealer, desperate for a hit of something stronger than what your anti-depressants provided you with, they didn’t make you numb enough anymore. Hotch remembered that night with a sad smile, it had been the night you had finally admitted your drug problem to him, and your need for help and a way out. You didn’t enjoy doing drugs, it was a necessary evil for you to not have the bad thoughts you so often had. Ben smirked as he looked at Hotch.

“Your daughter is quite something, agent Hotchner,” He chided, watching as rage completely engulfed Hotch, taking over every fibre of his being until all he seen was red, and he had to fight back the urge to swing a punch at the old man for even mentioning you. It was unfair. Why were you made to suffer for his actions, what had you done to deserve this?

“Don’t you dare, mention her. She could be dead, all because of you and what you’ve done to her. She’s a child, what did she do to you to deserve this?” Hotch was in his face. The old man smirked once again, knowing of the outcome of your fate. As Hotch went to speak once more, he heard Derek’s phone ring and turned to him.

“Hey Garcia,” He greeted the technician. Normally she would have reprimanded him for his bland greeting, but these were not normal times, her original BAU baby was missing.

“So I tracked the feed of the camera’s in the house that y/n’s in and,” Garcia stopped with a gasp, and Emily, Hotch and Derek all waited, patience wearing thin between the trio and Garcia on the other end of the phone. “The feed is 2 days old,” She finished without prompt. Hotch felt his stomach drop, if your survival chances were already slim, what about now? “The address is 19 Melville Lane, the house has remained empty since Ben Rogers bought the house in 2013,” She rambled. Hotch looked over at a smirking Ben, whose face held a smug grin, one that made Hotch sick to his stomach the more it all clicked into place. “I’ll send Spencer and Rossi with JJ to the house.” With no time for anyone to reply, Garcia hung up. Emily and Derek watched as Hotch made his way over to the frail unsub, fury written across his face.

“Where is she?” Hotch questioned the man. Ben continued to smirk at the angered hotch, which only infuriated him further – what was so funny about this situation to him, was it the chaos he had caused? Emily made her way over to the row of dusty computers, Derek following after her in curiosity.

“I’m fast forwarding the tape, we can’t waste any more time,” she told him, clicking forward in the tape. Emily gasped as she paused the tape. There you stood, covered in blood, knife in your hands and a manic look in your eyes.

 You didn’t know what happened. The last thing you remembered, you were being chased and felt like you were dying and now here you were – covered in blood with two dead bodies at your feet. Suddenly you fell to your knees, a coughing fit taking over you before you could do anything. Blood came pouring out of your mouth, and you started to panic. You wanted your dad, and you wanted him now, you didn’t want to die alone – but as your body went numb and your eyesight went blurry, you knew it was looking that way. You found yourself curled into a ball, the bitter taste of iron in your mouth and your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier with each passing blink.

And for a moment, everything was peaceful.

No worries.

No thoughts.

Nothing.

Just you and peace.

Until there was nothing but pain, and nothing but agony.

You wanted to be numb again, as the burning sensation in your lungs lit up and made you feel like you couldn’t breathe. As you tried breathing in, you couldn’t – it felt like you were choking on nothing, and if you were being honest, it felt like your first overdose. Lying on a freezing cold floor as your body shut down, all alone. As your eyes rolled up, you caught a glimpse of the man you assumed to be the one who had put you in your current position, too weak to react, you simply exhaled, and went numb for the final time.

 When the police finally came and very forcefully arrested Ben, Hotch made his way over to the computer screens, where he saw Emily with tears glistening in her eyes, and Derek with a look of shock on his face.

“Hotch,” Derek tried to distract him from looking at the screens which showed your fate, but he knew Hotch was angry, he didn’t want him to lash out and hurt someone, or even himself.

“Derek, move, please,” Hotch had his focus on one thing, you. He needed to know that you were okay, that you were in a safe place, as Ben had said you were. Derek couldn’t hold his position much longer but felt a wave of relief when Hotch’s phone rang, and he moved away from the screens. Reid?”

“She’s not here.” Spencer stated. Him and Rossi had gotten to the house, only to be met with 4 dead bodies, none of them yours, and the only trace of you being here your blood on the floor and the knife you held in your hands to kill your hunters.

“What?” Hotch couldn’t believe it. How could you have just vanished like that? His mind ran through all the worst-case scenarios. Had you been trafficked? Or had he just murdered you in cold blood? Emily began to run through all the things Ben had said to Hotch to try and think if there was anything in his words that could have hinted towards where he was holding you if you were even still alive.

“She’s not at this house, Hotch,” Spencer reiterated. Hotch’s heart began to pound – this couldn’t be happening. Emily left to look around, leaving Derek with an increasingly nervous Hotch. As she looked around, Emily spotted a large safe built into the wall, the door laying slightly ajar with a tube running out of it.

Oh.

Oh.

You were in a safe place.

Emily ran towards the safe, gently opening the door in case you really were inside, she didn’t want to spook you. She could have cried when she saw you, curled in on yourself with an oxygen mask on, an IV bag laying by your leg, the needle running into your arm. You where barley awake, but you were breathing.

“Hotch!” Emily called out for your father, who came running in, still on the phone to Reid and Derek following behind him. Hotch’s breath caught in his throat as he saw you, frail and curled up in on yourself, a bit more conscious than you were when Emily had first found you. Lazily, you looked up at your dad, and your eyes widen as you realised, he was real this time, and it wasn’t like your hallucinations since you had been kept in this safe. Hotch hung up on Reid, too concerned to tell him goodbye. He reached in for you and gently brought you out of the safe, careful to keep the IV in your arm and oxygen mask over your face, even though you had taken off – despite your aching chest and inability to catch your own breath.

“Dad,” You gasped out, tears in your eyes as you looked up at your dad, even though you still couldn’t really see. You could make out shapes and colours, but nothing had any depth or other details, everything was fuzzy and blurry. “I can’t see.” You cried out. Hotch pushed your hair away from your face, putting the oxygen mask back over your face as you struggled to breathe from your crying.

“It’s okay honey, I’m here,” He assured you gently, watching as you desperately tried to deblur your vision. “Don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself,” Hotch gently scolded you, you stopped squinting and let out a heavy exhale. “There you go, you’re okay baby.” He didn’t know who he was assuring the most, himself or you. It didn’t matter to him though – you were here, and you were alive in his arms.

 Hotch watched as you put your new glasses on, screwing your face up at the coldness of them. In the weeks and eventual months after your incident, your vision hadn’t returned to what it was before, leaving you partially blind in both eyes.

“Do I look stupid?” You asked your dad, huffing when he moved your head towards him so he could actually see how they looked on your face. “I already hate this.” You stated bluntly, a dramatic frown on your face.

“You’ll survive, honey, and no, you don’t look stupid,” He told you, a sad smile he know you wouldn’t be able to make out on his face, sometimes he just remembers that you would be like this for the rest of your life, dependent on him. “Do you want to keep them on or take them off since you’re going to bed, where your lights are off, or supposed to be.” His sad smile turned into a more happy one as he joked about your failure to go to bed when he asked you to, you only had to wear your glasses during the day when it was light, since your eyes had a strong sensitivity to the light and made your eyesight even worse.

"Oh ha-ha, you’re so funny, dad,” You jabbed back, matching the smile on his face.

“Alright, upstairs,” He gently shoved you towards the stairs and stood behind you as you attempted to make your way up, which you were able to on your own. Hotch gave you a few minutes before badgering you to get into bed. He had had to renovate your room to make it more friendly towards your disability. Your bed no longer had a head or a footboard and was pressed against the wall, so you could easily just fall onto it when you were getting in. Hotch, however, did have a slight panic attack when you had tried to light your candle and nearly set the house on fire. “Are you ready, honey?” He asked you, knocking on the door.

“Yeah,” You replied tiredly, looking over at the door as you heard it creak open. Hotch came over to your bed and sat down on the edge beside you. “I’m sorry you always need to look after me.” You apologised. Hotch frowned.

"Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault, honey,” He assured you. “And I’m your dad, its my job to look after you, especially now that you really need me.” He continued, watching as you had slowly started drifting off to sleep, completely unaware of what he would do for you, and what he would do to keep you safe, to keep you out of the pain and trouble that life had already burdened you and your younger brother with. It was taking Jack a little bit longer to adjust to the new changes to the household, that he wouldn’t be the centre of Hotch’s attention anymore, that you now needed it that bit more than he did. Hotch waited until you were fully asleep before tucking you in and kissing you on the head.

“I love you.”

[captain-lessship]

The Poetic Lovers Pt. 1/2

All was beautiful with the wonderful world. It was a peaceful morning for Hotch. 

You walked into the kitchen, happily bobbing to whatever was in your earbuds. You took one out when you noticed your dad.

“Hey dad, you alright?”

“Just enjoying the view out the window.”

You laughed, “We’ve lived here for years.”

He looked at you, small smile, “And over that time I found this was the best view.”

You rolled your eyes as you grabbed the jug of orange juice out of the fridge. “Oh, do you need me to get anything from the store? I can get some stuff after my classes.”

“Ah, I think we’re almost out of peanut butter. I will pay you back for it.”

“Nah,” you unscrewed the cap off the jug, “You bought my shampoo last week.” 

Hotch looked at you, an unfamiliar look on his face.

You took a swig from the jug, “What?”

“Twenty three years… and that’s the first time I’ve ever traded you shampoo for peanut butter.”

“You’re getting nostalgic, old man,” you screwed the cap back on, “Oh! So my boyfriend’s birthday is toda-“

“Still haven’t met him.” 

“Yes,” you put the orange juice back in the fridge, leaning against the now closed door, “Anyway, I am going to be back late.”

“After you drop off the peanut butter?”

You rolled your eyes, “Nah Dad, I am going out for a birthday dinner like this.”You gestured to your lab clothes.

Aaron was extremely proud of you. Through long nights and genuine talent, you graduated highschool a year early, you were going to pursue a career in the field of forensics. You knew it would take a lot of time and dedication but you were a Hotchner and the apples don’t fall far from the family tree.

“Alright but call me if you need me. I got to go into work.”

“I will,” you grabbed your bag from it’s usual spot on the hall chair. “See you later tonight.”

After a long day of classes and paper writing, You were back home, getting ready for the date.

“You look like a office cowboy.”

You turned your head to see your younger brother.

“The hat is too much?”

The boy nodded, you looked in the mirror. “Well, hats are my staple.” 

Jack walked beside you, “But your hair looks good.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Do we like the red shirt?” 

“Yeah!” 

“Of course, you’d like it,” you picked him up and spun him around, pulling giggles from the boy. “Red is you favorite color.”

You put him down, “Alright, so we look good, right?”

“Right.”

“Thanks wingman,” you looked at your phone, “I better get going.”

Aaron walked in from the door, getting the attention of both of you, “Dad!” The two of you said in unison.

“Hey, you two,” he looked at your outfit, “Looking fancy.” 

“Yeah, I am also about to be fashionable late! Love you two,” you grabbed your coat and rushed out the door.

“Hey!” Aaron called.

You opened the door again, “Yea?” 

“Keys.” 

“Oh,” you grabbed them off the key hook, “Thanks”

Aaron sighed before looking at Jack.

Jack mimicked the sigh, “They’re hopeless.”

“In ten minutes, we’re gonna follow him.”

“Dad! The cat!”

Jack did that whenever you or Aaron got nosy. 

“Fine. Did he at least bring the peanut butter?” 

You were simply enjoying the live poetry, snapping after people finished. 

“I find it amazing that we went from clapping to snapping, who knew A hand movement as simple as clicking one's index finger and thumb together would became a symbol of rebellion among countercultures.”  He simply took a drink of his tea after saying this.

You laughed then whispered, “I didn’t know you were such a big fan of poetry.”

“It’s a predetermined pattern of words that lets people get out their feelings and thoughts on a subject. It’s a artistic form of a rant.” He whispered back.

You smiled, “Is it a good birthday so far?”

“Yeah, it’s up there with one of the best’s. What are you going want to do for yours?”

You thought for a moment, “Be on a tropical island drinking from a pineapple and watching the blue water from the white sandy beaches.” 

This sent Spencer into a long discussion on why the water looked blue and how alcoholic beverages that don’t taste that alcoholic are tricky to drink in warm environments: the hotter it is, the more you drink.

“So you don’t want to get drunk in the Bahamas with me?” 

“I will take mine without the alcohol, but I would enjoy the beach.” He said, smiling.

He was happy he found someone who would let him ramble and never get agitated by him. 

[l0caltiredgirl]

me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

[thatboisus]

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

[lovelyspooks]

Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*

[bethsvrse]

pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

[bearsgirlie]

The two extremes of my ideal type: the dilf much older than my dad aaron hotchner, or the nerdy angel face boy spencer reid.

[bensonsbobblehead]

What Angels Fear 

Category: ANGST 

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader 

The aftermath of Aaron being shot by Foyet from his daughters pov.

Content warnings: PTSD, shootings, hospitals, sadness, fear, guns, dad Aaron. Reader is seventeen and jack and haley do not exist

wc; 1.4k

[masterlist]

Seeing him this way destroyed you completely. It was understandable, he was shot while you slept in the other room. As to why Foyet decided not to touch you was loss on everyone. 

You knew about how hard his job was and the challenges he faced. Being unit chief was a hard job but your dad handled everything that life had thrown at him. 

He fought hard not to bring his cases home to you. Always keeping the house as serial-killer free as possible. The house was always filled with laughs and movie nights. All you both had was each other. 

The older you got the more you realized it was hard for him. He’d come in your room after certain cases and just hold you. It was one particular case where he didn’t want you to leave his side. 

Having to spend two entire nights in an FBI building wasn’t ideal but you got to skip school so it was a win. 

Aaron was your hero and you hated to see him this way. You were affected by the shooting also, waking up to just a pile of blood on the floor without your dad. 

Calling his phone just to hear it ringing in the other room, it was nerve racking to say the least. Your Aunt Emily had to search the house for you. She found you in the closet soaked in sweat and tears. 

When they told you he was in the hospital, you didn’t leave his side for a second. By the time he got home things had started to get better. Of course he jumped right back into work but it was expected. 

Everything was fine until two nights ago. It had been late and he was on a case. When you weren’t babysitting for JJ or with friends you were home alone. 

Your dad hated leaving you there after Foyet but he had cameras out and inside the apartment. It made you and him feel safer knowing that Gracia was constantly checking up on you. 

It was around 11 at night when you finally finished binging the latest teen drama you could find. Putting in your headphones, you headed toward the kitchen for a snack. Starting a song and opening your door you walked down the dark hallway. 

Seeing that the faint light above the sink was on you knew your dad was home now. What you didn’t know was that your dad did not hear you come down the hall. Well, he heard you, he just didn’t know it was you. 

Before you could make it to the kitchen your dad was already standing there with his gun drawn. 

Pointed directly at you.

“Daddy?” You said softly headphone now out of your ears with your phone close to your chest looking for some comfort. 

He stood there still as a statue with the scariest look you’ve ever seen on his face. The barrel of his gun still aimed at you.  

“Dad? It’s me! Y/n!” you yelled attempting to get him to stop. 

“It’s your daughter, daddy please stop!” You yelled at him through your tears but he wouldn’t budge. You had never felt real fear until now. Your dad was going to kill you. 

You walked back slowly with sobs, as he began to snap out of it. Aaron look down at his hands and then back up at you. Your face crushed him completely, he scared you. 

“Y/N I’m ——” He said walking toward you slowly causing you to run into your room and lock the door. 

He softly knocked and tried to open the door, “Y/n im so sorry honey, I don’t — I don’t know why please sweets, I’m sorry.” You could hear that he was crying and how hurt he was. You couldn’t do it though because truthfully you were scared. 

How could he? Your dad had his gun pointed at you. A gun you know he’s pointed at some of the worst people to exist. 

The emotions you were feeling was all over the place. Terror which made you angry, which then turned to sadness. 

He’s probably so mad at himself. You know he didn’t mean it. Your dad was your hero he would never point a gun at you, that’s not who he is. 

That’s the thing, that wasn’t who he was. He was a man that was shot by a psychopath in his own home. Not to mention said man was still out there somewhere. 

You still couldn’t face your dad right now, usually you were good at these type of things. Well your dad was, he was always there to help you with everything. 

Mean girls, failing test, period cramps he was there by your side to comfort you. But this time you only had one person you could think of. 

Uncle Spence 

He knew everything and was there for you whenever you needed a friend. Most of the time he was the one you talked to when you need raw advice. 

He was the youngest on the team so he could kind of understand you better. 

You dialed him fast and just told him to come over. You just needed someone to help you because it was like you couldn’t breathe. 

It had been a moment until you heard a knock on your door again. You jumped and your heart was pounding all over again.

“Y/N, it’s Spencer” the voice was soft and your body calmed down.  You unlocked the door opening it to your dad sitting on the floor. 

Distraught wasn’t the word. Broken. You swallowed it down and quickly closed the door. Spencer sat on your desk chair as you sat on the bed. By the look on his face you knew your dad already told him what happened. 

“He told me what happened” he said softly, 

“I’ve never seen him like that Uncle Spence.”

“I know.” He reassured you, 

“He was just gone and it was like nothing there. Just black and it scared me.” You were now full blown crying.

“I know, it’s just harder for him dealing with George Foyet. He came into your home and almost murdered your father with you 75 feet away.”

You nodded knowing how scared your dad was in that moment, not knowing if you were alright. He continued,

“I know it’s no excuse but he has ptsd from it but we both know he’ll never admit. I think he’s more upset that he hurt you.”

Tears grew in your eyes again thinking about your dad and how he felt. 

“I have to see him” you quickly got up heading to the door with Spencer behind. You opened to see your dad standing outside the door. He still couldn’t leave you without knowing if you were okay.

“Daddy” swinging the door open and running into his arms, he held you tighter than ever. You both were crying 

“I’m so so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” He explained, “I don’t know what’s  gotten into me,” 

You were still hugging him buried into his chest “I’m fine dad I know you didn’t mean it” pulling back to make eye contact with him. 

Once Spencer left you and your dad sat on the couch snuggled into each other. It was still a tense feeling with you both but it didn’t matter. You loved your dad and you knew, from your Uncle Spence, what trauma can do to a person. 

“If you don’t feel safe here I can arrange for you to stay with Spencer or Jennifer, I don’t want to .. hurt you.” 

His voice was the smallest you’ve ever heard it, and it broke you a little. The strongest man you know at his weakest. 

“Dad” 

“Y/n I almost shot you. I pointed my gun at my baby girl.” 

He looked over at with tears falling from his eyes same as you. 

“I know dad but you would never hurt me. See I’m fine” showing him that you were perfectly fine cause truthfully you were.

“I know you went through the unimaginable and I want to stay here with you cause you’re my hero.” Smiling up at him as you continued,

“You’re just having a hard time right now and I can’t blame you for that. That’s what you always taught me that people aren’t their bad days. I love you dad. Always.”

Laying back on his shoulder choosing to leave the conversation at that. Hard days, weeks, and months always happened and today was his. 

“I love you too sweets, always” he said wiping his tears and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. Better days were coming for the both of you. 

[merz-8]

"that character is dead" "that character is married to someone else" "that character wouldn't even look at you" well not according to my google docs

[sleepyangelkami]

smut's fun. have you ever read soul crushing, heart aching, head throbbing comfort that makes your eyes burn out of your head to the point where you just have to crawl into a ball because your inner child feels so safe? haha... yeah smuts fun.

[ssahotchnerr]

okay but when the team actually starts calling the reader and aaron mom and dad behind their backs and one day someone lets it slip out in front of them??

i just… aaron’s reaction?????

the parentals

i love this dynamic SO MUCH cw; fem!bau!reader, established relationship, fluff <3

as you and aaron entered the bullpen, you were both quick to notice the others huddled around spencer's desk, surely for a new session of physics magic.

a smile immediately twitched at aaron's lips, tossing you a mischievous look. as long as it didn't make a mess, or a disruption - per his and reid's previous discussions - he really didn't mind the recurring demonstrations.

but would he ever miss an opportunity to get the blood rushing in this scenario - never.

"be nice." you teased, laughing softly under your breath as you followed him over.

"i'm always nice." aaron playfully insisted, those brown eyes flickering in that way that just melted your heart. "what do you mean?"

"better be careful," emily's warning came into earshot as you neared, completely oblivious to the two of you - the timing just perfect. "or else dad's gonna ground you."

aaron's expression quirked at the title, his eyebrows lightly furrowing.

"oh please," spencer said, his fingers making quick work of whatever the experiment happened to be. "he's too busy with mom-"

jj's eyes happened to lift right at mom, made direct eye contact with you, and immediately choked back a laugh. some horror timidly filled her eyes, and she didn't cover up her sound too adequately. it caused the others to instantly look up too, and freeze.

"busted." jj mumbled, her gaze finding the ground.

aaron's smile resurfaced, crossing his arms. his tone was playful, yet confused and utterly amused nonetheless. "dad?"

spencer flushed. "uh..."

"oh c'mon. cut the crap." emily interrupted with an eye roll, looking between the two of you. "like it's not shocking at this point. just look at what the two of you were about to do, lecture us-"

"hey no," with a laugh you cut in, arching an eyebrow. "i don't lecture."

"exactly. he does," emily crossed her arms also with a smitten smirk - her point thoroughly exhibited. "you're the flexible one. see, mom and dad."

"i always thought rossi was dad." aaron expressed openly, a small chuckle shaking through his chest.

"no, you were always dad," jj shook her head, "rossi was mom, until," once again, her eyes found yours, smiling softly this time. "until someone else came around, and took on the role wholeheartedly."

you grinned, exchanging a quick, loving glance with aaron. "what's dave now, then?"

"old."

[bucker3911]