#my hotchner boys 🫶🏻
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jack delaying getting ready for the day, aaron mid-breakfast, aaron going to see what’s taking so long and telling jack to hurry it up 😭<3
i wish cm included more at-home, domestic type scenes because this was just so precious 😭
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hii i hope ur doing well !!!
hotch x reader tooth rotting fluff (bc i need some rn)
reader is getting ready for the day and he’s just admiring her & loving on her, n she’s just like “are you going to get out of ur pjs or just stare at me all day” and he’s just standing there like “😇😇”
you can literally write anything and i’d be happy w it bc i need smth new to read 😭
feel free to ignore this if you don’t wanna write it anyway i hope you have a good day/night 🫶🏻
Ah hunny I’m so sorry this too so long- also it’s vv rushed bc I love this idea but have no idea what to do with it
Mornings at home
Hotch finally gets a sleepy morning with you
Aaron Hotchner x reader
It’s rare Aaron gets a day off, it’s even rarer that he’s able to let himself sleep in on those days. But today? Today is an exception. A wonderful, sweet, soft exception. You wake up with his arms still around you, face buried against your shoulder blades as you gently move in his hold to face him, reaching up to brush your hands through his hair and admire his sleeping face for the first time in what felt like eternity. Slowly, he starts to stirr.
“Oh I’m sorry baby, did I wake you up?” You whisper, but his hands reach up to find yours, bringing the top of your palm to his lips.
“Not at all” he hums “and even if you did, I’d gladly be woken up to this”. He always has a way with words, even when his voice is filled with sleep.
The two of you stay like that for a while, only speaking to whisper small compliments and promises to ‘do this more often’ (you both know it won’t happen, but wishful thinking, right?).
The soft silence is broken by padding down the hall and the door being pushed open my Jack.
“Morning!” Jack cheers, you and Aaron both chuckle “morning buddy” he says as he gets out of bed to pick up his son, only to come back, placing the boy between you both. You sit up, moving Jack to your lap “hi Jack, you’re up early” you smile he just nods.
It doesn’t take too long for Jack to get bored and run back off to his room to play, leaving you and Aaron alone again. “We should get ready” you say, Aaron just wraps his arm as around you. “Ready for what?” His voice was still horse with sleep,making you laugh. “Ready for the day Aaron”
You have to practically peel him off you to be able to get up. You decide to actually get ready today, knowing Jack will probably want to go to the park, which will probably lead to eating at some small restaurant along the way. You’re sat in the master bathroom doing your morning routine, and you can practically feel Aaron’s eyes on you from the bedroom.
“Love?” You chuckle “no need to stare, I won’t disappear” you smile at him through the doorway. “I won’t take any chances” he smiles back
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I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS <3
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any other world - prologue
Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader - soulmate au
series masterlist
to those who voted no on my poll: i see you and i get you 🙏🏻 i’ll try not to be frustrating and make you wait too long
also i want to thank @criminalskies and @hotchs-bitch for listening to me talk about this idea, it motivated me 🫶🏻
- 18 -
“Stop!”
“Not unless you tell me.”
“Never.”
Sticking to your word seemed impossible at that moment though, as Aaron’s hands attacked your sides, causing you to giggle in a way that made it hard to breathe.
“Okay, I give up,” you cried out. “I give up, stop.”
“Okay,” he said, and the motion of his hands turned quickly into a comforting, soothing one.
“Promise you won’t make fun?”
Aaron lowered himself on top of you and left a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. “On my life,” he said, and placed his palm over his chest.
“Alright…” You took a deep breath and continued. “Leila if it’s a girl. Jack if it’s a boy.”
Aaron had promised he wouldn’t make fun, so it sure made you feel curious as to why he had turned red from laughing.
“You liar!” You slapped his arm softly.
“No,” he rushed to defend himself, his voice muffled with laughter. “No, it’s just…Jack is the most generic name. How did you come up with that?”
“I just think it’s cute. Jack,” you said the name with a smile. “Short and cute.”
“Jack…” he repeated after you, testing it on his tongue. “Maybe you’re onto something.”
“See? I told you.”
“Jack and Leila.”
“We’re having both?” you questioned with a grin.
“Obviously.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to your body. Aaron melted on top of you in the same way he always did, as if you were his home.
You stared up at him dreamily, running your fingers through his hair; dark and full, you wished your future kids would get that part of him. His dimples, his smile, his cheeks... every part of him was perfect.
“You’re staring, tulip.”
“What? Am I not allowed to admire the future father of my kids?”
Aaron’s grin grew wider, but he didn’t let you look at it for too long, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving tiny kisses on the sensitive skin.
“I’m gonna wake up every morning before anyone else to make us all a nice breakfast.”
“Now I know that’s a lie,” he said, his lips behind your ear. “You’re always still asleep when I return from my morning runs.”
“Okay, fine. You’ll make breakfast, I’ll make dinner.”
“Deal.”
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- 11 -
“Stay still!”
“I am still!”
“You’re not and it’s gonna turn out all wrong. It has to be perfect.”
Aaron pouted, but followed your instructions anyway. You both wanted it to look as real as possible. Then people would think you were real soulmates already. Even if you were only eleven.
A.H. on your skin. [Y/I] on his.
Your classmates later made fun of you for them and said they looked fake. But neither of you cared. You just had to stay patient, and the marks on your wrists would turn real when it was finally time.
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- 16 -
Tulip was an easy flower to draw as a kid. Especially when you had to draw one every day for the boy you had a crush on.
Now, as a teenager you cringed at the memory of all the drawings you used to leave on Aaron’s desk during third grade. But Aaron had never made fun of you for it. Instead he had shown you his collection of your tulip drawings. He had kept them all in a shoe box.
Just like you had kept his. And on top of the stack there was of course the most important one. The one with the “Will you be my girlfriend?” question and the ‘yes or no’ boxes underneath it.
You were both artistic as kids when it came to expressing your love for each other and it was both sweet and embarrassing.
You and Aaron had grown up together, your houses right next to each other. The memory of your first day of school with a little backpack in one hand and Aaron’s hand in your other was engraved in your brain.
Aaron was your best friend. The one who stood up for you every time a kid decided to be funny on your expense. The one who helped you with your homework when science got too hard to understand. The one you played hide and seek with and had physical fights with over board games.
But he was also the boy you had a crush on. The one that filled your stomach with butterflies every time he smiled at you. The one whose name you filled your notebook pages with along with pink glittery hearts. The one who stole your first kiss and the one you daydreamed about every night as you fell asleep.
He was your soulmate. And he thought so too.
“Is Aaron staying for dinner?” your mom yelled from downstairs, as you and Aaron studied on your bedroom floor.
“He is,” you yelled back, without even asking him. He kept running his thumb over his knuckles, which was a sign that he was stressed. There was no need for him to tell you what had happened when he had rung your doorbell earlier that day. All the screaming from the house next to yours had reached your own ears perfectly clear.
If you could, you’d hold him in your arms forever, protecting him from the world. He’d never have to go home again.
“We have tomato soup and grilled cheese, your favorite,” you whispered and he smiled at you.
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- 21 -
A pair of chapped lips pressed against your forehead, as your naked body was resting against Aaron’s.
“I’ve told you to put this on before bed. It’ll change your life,” you said, shifting to reach a small lip balm jar you had left on his nightstand.
Opening the little box, you dipped your ring finger in it and got some product, ready to apply it on Aaron’s lips.
Using your arm on his chest to steady yourself, you put it gently across his lips.
“My soulmate mark is about to appear in less than ten minutes and you’re worried about my chapped lips,” he joked.
“Exactly! It’s a big moment for us, and your lips need to be ready.”
“Ready for what?” he smirked.
“Shut up,” you said, and dropped your head back on his chest.
His fingers tracing patterns on your bare back made you yawn and he was quick to prevent you from falling asleep.
“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me.”
“I won’t,” you promised.
“Eight minutes,” he breathed.
“Eight minutes and our forever begins.”
@magical-spit
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