eu sou meio estranha

sports - adventures - God - 19 🥳

[bibissparkles]

when I say that all I have is Christ, I don't mean it like a sad thing, I mean it like a gift, the most precious thing possible! 🌌🥺

[orchidame]

[tojisteddy]

Ditzy!Reader who doesn’t realize when one of John’s “friends” are trying to one up you.

cw: 18+ it’s just fluff, no use of y/n, age gap (20s reader, 30s, John)

You don’t get it truly. The only reason you came over was because Martian (your maincoon) had ran off on you again. John had told you, keep him on a leash when you had him out the house.

But he looks so fucking cute frolicking in the grass, you didn’t think he’d slip through the fence John had just fixed.

So you’ve been walking around, heals you threw on now muddy, looking for your big kitty cat, calling out his name. You didn’t even realize you yourself had hopped John’s back fence onto his property. Whispering your cat’s name, meowing and ‘kek-kek’ing with pursed lips for any sign of life.

“Uh, who are you?”

You whip around, a red head with a side part, in pants suit asked. You give her a big smile, straightening the tight and short yellow daisy print two price set you had on, fluffing up your curls that were pushed back with a wide red headband, and then extended your hand, “I’m John’s neighbor, [+]. You must be his friend!”

The woman doesn’t say a word, just raises an eyebrow, doesn’t even go to shake your hand, doesn’t offer you her name. How rude. She crosses her arms over her chest, flips her hair behind her shoulders, “I’ve heard about you, from John.” She bites.

You ponder for a moment, awkwardly retracting your hand, “All good things I hope! We made pound cake yesterday. It was really good!”

The woman smirks, snarky, “Well I’m not too sure how long that will last. You see, John and I…. We’re better than friends.”

You run through your brain again, eyebrows knit together, your long lashes flutter, “Best friends?”

Before the lady gets to say another word, the sliding door to the side of the house opens, revealing John and Martian in his large hand, purring and curling into him.

You squeal, “Martian! There you are kitty!”

John smiles as you make your way over, taking your beautiful form in— breathtaking once again today. You unconsciously get into his space, as if you’re supposed to be there, John resting his palm on the small of your back, “Little minx was sitting in the kitchen window. I’ve told you lovie—“

“ ‘—He can’t be out with a leash’ I knooow.” You whine, taking the large white and grey cat from his hands and into his arms. “But he looked so damn cute! You should’ve seen ‘em Price!”

The woman clears her throat, another hair toss, “-John—“

“—I’ve sent over the documents Claire, you have a good evening.” John doesn’t even lift his blue eyes from you, who’s cutely cooing down at the cat in your arms. She leaves with a snarl, heals clicking on the pavement.

You wave as she pulls out of the drive way, a large smile on your face, even waving Martians paw, John pulls you closer by the waist, giving her a knowing look. But she only scowls and rolls her eyes.

You look up at the older man, tilting your head to the side, just to die for, “Is something wrong with her Price?”

John chuckles, leaving soft kisses your cheek, then your plump lips,

“No, not at all sweetheart.”

a/n: long overdue. Part 1.

[warmfrequency]

retired!price, settled in the peaceful countryside, with an absolutely feral daughter.

she’s got one welly on, the other long gone -- sucked off her foot out by the gate three hours ago. her hair’s full of grass, a smear of mud painted up one round cheek and a knee scabbed over from a fall she didn’t even cry about earlier in the week. her pockets are heavy and squirming because she’s been collecting worms again, a fat fistful of them packed in with soil and gravel and the one acorn she decided is special. she comes barreling into the kitchen smelling damp and like the pond, leaving a trail of blackened footprints across the floor he just mopped, a bucket of frogs sloshing against her shins. she’s already named six of them. she’s got the seventh fisted up in one grubby hand, legs kicking, and she thrusts it out toward him where he’s sat reading at the table.

“y’suppose’ t’kiss it, papa. then he turns into a prince.”

the corner of his mouth twitches. he sets the book down on his knee. “is that right?”

“he’s called gerald.”

“course he is.” he leans in, eyes going over the frog and then up to her filthy delighted face. “a bit young to be needin' a prince, aren't we?”

a worm chooses that moment to make a break for it over the lip of her pocket and she stuffs it back down without breaking eye contact, cheeks warming when he looks down at the crime.

“are those worms again, love?”

“they’re for later.”

“mm.” he doesn’t ask more, he’s learned it’s best not to. he scrubs a hand down his beard to cover the grin. “tell you what -- gerald and all his friends stay out by the pond -- those are the rules, aren't they?” he presses her gently. a serial frog-catcher, they’ve already gone over this. she frowns but nods her head, eyes falling into her bucket. “you can show me every single one of ’em on the way. deal?”

he takes her by the cleaner of the two hands and lets her walk him out to the water, crouches there in the reeds while she introduces him to each frog by name and invents histories for the worms, nodding along like it’s the most important briefing he’s had in years (it is). the bucket gets tipped out into the water, the worms are released into ‘the wild,’ which is the flowerbed.

then he hoses her down in the yard before lunch, both of them squinting in the spray, her shrieking, the one welly filling up with water -- and he’s already lost the next ten minutes of his afternoon to wrestling her out of wet clothes.

[luvbabydoll]

john price x housewife!reader — headcanons

john is so obnoxiously proud to have a housewife. he doesn't care if anyone thinks it's outdated — he loves that you're his soft little thing waiting at home for him.

he’ll call you "my missus" or "my girl" when talking about you to the boys, always with this little grin like he knows he’s luckier than anyone else.

every time he comes home from deployment, he just stands in the doorway and watches you doing something domestic — folding towels, making tea, humming to yourself — looking at you like you're a miracle.

"missed this more than you know, love."

he always hangs his hat and coat by the door like he’s really home when he’s with you.

you iron his shirts for him sometimes and it lowkey melts him because it reminds him of his mum growing up.

he lives for the smell of food cooking when he walks through the door. bonus points if you're in the kitchen wearing one of his old t-shirts or an apron.

he HATES the thought of you doing anything dangerous or stressful.

"what d'you mean you fixed the sink yourself? could’ve called someone. hell, i would’ve done it."

if anyone so much as looks at you wrong when you’re out together? that stare comes out. jaw clenched. hand on the small of your back, steering you away.

you think he’s being dramatic. he thinks he’s being merciful.

he brings you gifts from every country he goes to. not touristy stuff — little things he thought you would like.

cashmere scarf from scotland. delicate tea from asia. a necklace he saw in a market that reminded him of you.

always fills your car with gas. checks the oil. fixes the leaky tap before you even ask.

“you take care of me, sweetheart. let me take care of you.”

he loves when you fuss over him. patching up his knuckles. rubbing his back. kissing his scars.

his favorite thing in the world is slow mornings in bed with you — no alarms, no missions, just sunlight and your sleepy voice.

if you fall asleep on the couch waiting for him to get home? he’ll carry you to bed every time without fail.

"softest thing in my life, you are."

when he’s away he calls you every chance he gets — voice all gravelly and soft just for you.

"countin' down the days, darling. can’t wait to get back to my wife."

he loves how sweet and proper you look during the day — because only he gets to see you wrecked in bed later.

big into praise. always telling you how good you are for him, how beautiful you look being his.

lowkey possessive — "you’re mine, yeah? all mine." whispered against your neck when you’re half-asleep.

[sunskisser]

too much

john price x talkative!reader

summary: you worry you’re too much

a/n: hello angels…. first time writing for price and first fic back from hiatus! please be kind hehe

You run the tap and fill a glass with water, pulling yourself up onto the kitchen platform as you sip. You hoped it would help soothe the ache in your chest.

John had invited his mates from the army over for lunch that afternoon, and you were really looking forward to meeting them again. The last time you’d seen them was more than a year ago, and they were a friendly bunch. They treated your husband well.

It was just something said in passing, something you were trying not to take too seriously because you knew Soap didn’t have a single bad bone in his body. But you’d been telling them about your weekend spent with John, freshly back from three months of deployment, when he’d laughed and commented, “Jeez, sweets, you talk a lot, don’t yer? I wonder how the old man keeps up with yer.”

You couldn’t stop thinking about it, an ugly sort of weight on your ribs that you couldn’t shake off. You always knew you talked a lot, and there had been people in the past that made you feel like too much. Yet you thought you’d gotten better, easier to handle, easier to love. 

It just felt awful; suddenly you were six again, talking happily to whoever would listen until you annoyed them enough to drive them away. You never wanted to drive John away. He was way too kind to ever berate you for being too loud, so you decide to take it upon yourself.

“Baby?”

“Hm?” You look over at John, leaning against the counter as his spatula flips steak in the pan. He was cooking tonight, your favourite dishes just because. 

“How was your day?”

“Fine,” you say quietly. “How was yours?”

He arches an eyebrow, craning his neck to look back at you. “Just fine? Nothing else?”

“Yep, not really eventful,” you say, hoping you sounded casual enough. John’s eyebrows furrow the slightest bit, and he turns fully to face you. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“Nothing.”

“No, it’s not nothing,” he says quietly, putting the spatula down before approaching you. “You’re being quiet.”

You let him push himself between your legs, let him press his hands to your waist like you’re the most precious light in his dark, dark world. You let him tip your chin up and brush his thumb over your cheek, and it makes you want to cry. “I’m really fine.”

Your voice comes out on a high warble, and he softens further. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you say quickly, horrified. You swallow. “Of course you didn’t.”

“So someone did.”

“It’s —“ you exhale softly, “it’s really not a big deal.”

He hums in response. “It is to me.” His other hand moves to your jaw, gentle yet pressing. “Tell me what’s bothering you so I can make it better.”

You chew on your lip. There was no escaping this now, not when he was looking at you like this. “Am I too much? Too… loud?”

John frowns, nose scrunching up like the thought of you being too much was impossible for him to fathom. He instinctively goes to brush loose strands of hair behind your ear. “Who told you that?”

You shake your head. “Soap, but I’m sure he didn’t mean to be rude, just… I don’t know, it’s true, isn’t it?” 

Your heart twinges, and you shift uncomfortably, refusing to look at him. “I just ramble on and on, and you’re always forced to just sit there and take it. It must be annoying, actually, how much I talk. You must be sick of me.”

John thinks something in his chest takes a hit as your voice quietens towards the end. He stays quiet for a beat. “You know I have bad days sometimes, right?”

You meet his eyes and nod slowly, unsure of where this is going. He just wanted to kiss you, and get rid of that sadness on your face, but he forces himself to keep it to thumbing your cheeks as he talks. “Actually, most days are bad. I get hurt and I hurt, then I come home feeling like shit.” 

“I know,” you mumble.

John smiles softly, bright blue eyes twinkling with affection. “But you know, you always makes it better.”

You blink, surprised. “Me?”

“Yeah, honey,” he murmurs, unable to resist from pressing a kiss to your temple, another to your cheek. “You. ‘Cos I love you, I love the sound of your voice. I love listening to you, whatever you say. I want to know about your day, I want to know about the flowers you picked up or the gossip you heard from your coworkers.” 

You giggle, and he grins. “I want everything you want to give me, because it’s you. You’re never too much for me.”

“But what if everyone else hates listening to me? What if they hate me?”

“I doubt anyone could hate you, sweet girl,” John smiles, rubbing the fleshy underside of your eyes. “But if they do, then let them. They can go find someone a little less full of life. You’re mine to keep anyways.”

A small laugh escapes you and John lights up. “There’s my girl.” He kisses your nose, one two three before you let out another one of your bright giggles. “Now tell me. How was your day?”

You launch into the topic of your clothes turning pink in the washing machine, and John feels his heart turn to mush. He’d listen to you forever if he could.

[countingstars-17]

charles 😭

[vertoneli]

[wisteriagoesvroom]

mogmaxxing at spa i see

[grogumaximus]

17.07.2026 Interview with Play Sports

You became a father last year. I did too, in September. You're having a special first child. Everyone always says that. It changes a lot in your life. Yes, but it is true, isn't it? How has that changed you? Because for me, it has had a gigantic impact on my life.

Max: Yes, I already had a stepdaughter, of course. And that was from her first year, so to speak. Yes. So I’ve already experienced a lot, so to speak. And because of that, I think it was, so to speak, less shocking. Because ultimately, in our family, in our daily life, nothing really changed. (...) Of course, the very first for me. But yes, in terms of daily life and how we did things, so to speak, that was already the case now. Yes, you furnished an extra room for her. And of course, that first year of life is perhaps a bit harder to sleep in. And a bit more complicated. But generally speaking, it went pretty smoothly.

Maybe it isn't incredibly hard on a weekend like that? You were away for eight days last month, and that gets worse and worse, doesn't it?

Max: Yes, fortunately, you can FaceTime, of course. But for example, you sometimes get videos. And I have my own room now where I keep, let's say, my cups and helmets and my simulators. And she already knows that that is my room. So every time she goes there now, because she can walk now and she opens that door. And then it's like, 'Papa, papa.' But yeah, he's not there, of course. And then I get that video forwarded to me. Then you do think…

It breaks your heart a little bit?

Max: Yeah, then you do think, 'Shit. Yeah, do something.' Yeah, that is a bit less nice to see, of course. Then you naturally always try to get back home as quickly as possible.

Do you both have that, by the way? Maybe a question for you both. I want my children to race. You don't have any yet. You (Max) have a daughter now. Would you like that?

Max: I always say no. I hope they don't do it. But on the other hand, you know, if you then.. well, boy or girl, it doesn't matter. But when you see that they are doing everything they can. To make it a success. You see, of course… First of all, they need to have talent. If they don't have talent, (...) Then you might as well stop immediately. And I think I would always be reasonably clear about that. You do have to be honest… I think that is, of course, quite difficult as parents. To be honest with your own child. But you just have to assess it clearly. But if she were to have talent, and she works hard enough for it, for example. Then… Yes, why not? Then you’re not going to hold her back either. And on the other hand, I just hope she chooses something she naturally enjoys. Naturally, you support her fully in that.

[vancruejovi]

[forelsketparadise]

[elizabethsnuts]

Mini Genius

Spencer Reid x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You and Spencer go see the team at Quantico, you wanted to show everyone how similar you were to you dad.

———

Spencer carefully adjusted your tiny beige cardigan, making sure it sat perfectly on your small shoulders. You looked up at him with wide, curious eyes, you absolutely loved dressing up like your daddy. Your hair was neatly styled, and you wore a small bow that matched the colour of Spencer’s tie. You were getting ready to go see the team at Quantico, you loved going to see all your aunties and uncles.

Spencer helped you put your white socks and little Mary Janes on, getting you out the door of the house. He carefully strapped you into your car seat, checking the harness twice to ensure it was secure. You giggled in delight as you watched your daddy’s focused expression. "Ready to go see the team, sweetheart?" Spencer asked with a smile.

You nodded enthusiastically and smiled brightly. “We gonna see, Auntie JJ, Auntie Emily, Auntie Penelope! An’ Uncle Derek! An’ an’ an’ Uncle Hotch!”

Spencer chuckled as you listed off the team with your little high-pitched voice, you really did adore the team. “Yep, we’re going to see everyone!”

———

Spencer walked into the elevator, you securely on his hip, your tiny feet swinging and wiggling as you eagerly waited for the elevator to go up. Your outfit really was a miniature version of Spencer’s, you wore a tiny vest over a button-up shirt, complete with little slacks, your tiny Mary Janes and of course your cardigan that sat over the vest and button-up shirt. It was clear that you idolized your father, mimicking his style down to the last detail. You had it down to a T.

When the two of you reached the bullpen, the team was already there, immersed in their work. JJ was the first to notice you. Her face lit up with a bright smile as she stood up and walked over.

JJ took you from Spencer’s arms and hugged you. "Look who's here!" she exclaimed, drawing the attention of the rest of the team. You squealed with delight as you saw familiar faces, waving excitedly to everyone.

"Well, if it isn't the littlest profiler!" Derek called out, standing up from his desk with a broad smile. "And she's dressed just like you, pretty boy!" He approached the three of you and he couldn’t help but tease Spencer. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Reid, did you forget to check your mini-me's wardrobe this morning?" he teased, earning a chuckle from the others.

Spencer chuckled and looked at you. “What? There’s nothing wrong with her outfit. She likes it!”

You nodded and smiled. “Daddy looks nice.” You stated simply.

"That he does," JJ chuckled, stroking your hair. "But I think you definitely pull it off more."

Morgan bent down and ruffled your hair. "So, Y/N, do you also have the smarts like your dad?"

Your eyes lit up, and you nodded vigorously. "Uh-huh! Daddy says I remember lots of things."

Morgan raised an eyebrow and looked at Spencer. "She's already showing off, huh? Just like you."

Spencer shrugged, a proud smile on his face. "It runs in the family."

"Alright, then," Morgan said, turning back to you. "What can you remember?"

You quickly pulled out a small, colourful book from your backpack. "Daddy took me to the aquarium, an’ I learned all about fishies!"

"Oh yeah?" Morgan's interest was piqued. "What did you learn?"

You opened the book and pointed to a picture of a clownfish. "This is a clownfish. They live in warm waters an’ like to hide in sea anemones. The daddy clownfish takes care of the babies."

"Wow, that's impressive!" Morgan said, genuinely astonished. "You remembered all that?"

You nodded enthusiastically. "An’ this," you flipped the page, "is a hammerhead shark. They can see really well because their eyes are on the sides of their heads. They like to eat stingrays."

Morgan looked up at Spencer, “Okay, pretty boy, I see you’ve made a carbon copy of yourself."

Spencer smiled proudly. "She has an eidetic memory, just like me. She remembers everything we read about at the aquarium."

JJ smiled at you as you flipped through your sea animal book. "I take it you had fun at the aquarium?"

You nodded vigorously, continuing to flip through the pages. "Yes, yes, yes, Aunty JJ! I saw lots an’ lots of fishies. An’ I remembered all their names!"

"Tell Aunty JJ about the octopus," Spencer encouraged you.

Your eyes lit up, and you turned to JJ. "An octopus can change colours to hide from predators. They have three hearts an’ blue blood!"

"Three hearts and blue blood?" JJ repeated, clearly impressed. "That's amazing, Y/N. You're so smart!"

You smiled shyly at the compliment. “Thank you! You know that boy seahorses carry the babies? An’ that starfish can grow their arms back!” You said excitedly with a smile. “Daddy reads bedtime fish stories lots and lots!”

JJ chuckled at your excitement and hugged you closer. “I think that all your sea animal facts are super super cool! I think that when you see Henry next he’d love to hear all about it!”

You giggled and nodded, clapping your hands together in your toddler-like excitement. “Daddy we go see Henry soon? With Aunty JJ!”

Spencer chuckled and nodded, taking you back into his arms. “Sure we can! We’ll organise a day for it, don’t worry.”

———

As the afternoon turned into evening, Spencer gathered up your things, ready to head home. The team gathered around to say their goodbyes, each one giving you a hug or a high-five.

"Come back soon, okay?" Garcia said while she hugged you and gave you double high-fives. “We love having you here, N/N."

You hugged her tightly, your little arms wrapped around her. "I love you, Auntie Penelope."

Spencer took your hand once more, and you waved goodbye to the team. As you walked down the hall, you looked up at your father. "Daddy, can we see more fishies tomorrow?"

Spencer smiled down at you. "We can do anything you want, sweetheart."

You grinned, satisfied with that answer. "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Y/N," Spencer replied, lifting you up into his arms for a hug. He knew that no matter where life took him, as long as you had each other, everything would be alright.

[elizabethsnuts]

do you know about the tiktoks where there’s a baby named azai (he’s soooooo cute!) who loves to say hi to people at target?! would you be willing to write something like that with Hotchner!reader?!? but she does it whenever he has to take her to work? ☺️❤️

Social Butterfly

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader

Summary: When your dad takes you to work you can’t help but say hi to everyone that walks past.

———

You were back at work with Aaron, not surprising since you always seemed to be able to wriggle out of going to daycare. There was a bunch of sicknesses going around your daycare and Aaron preferred you to not be at risk of getting sick because he knew from experience how weak your immune system was.

You were standing in the elevator, your tiny hand in Aaron’s. He looked down at you and sighed. “Alright, you know what I’m going to say. Don’t say hi to every person you see, okay?”

You chucked your tiny thumb up and grinned, your pacifier still in between your lips. “Okay!”

Aaron gave you a little smile and picked you up under your arms to set you on his hip. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Aaron walked out of the elevator with you, immediately there were other FBI agents around. You grinned and waved excitedly. “Hi! Hi!”

You didn’t know this agent, and neither did Aaron but you didn’t care, you just wanted to say hi. The agent turned to you and smiled. “Hey there, sweetheart! Are you here with your dad?”

You nodded your little head, patting Aaron on the shoulder. “Daddy. He FBI!”

The agent chuckled and nodded, giving you a little high-five. “That’s so cool! I hope you have fun. I’m in the FBI too!”

You gasped and smiled, you thought it was so crazy that someone else was part of the FBI like your dad. “Both!”

The agent nodded and showed you his badge. “Yeah, we’re both in the FBI! Did you know that everyone in this building is in the FBI?”

Your little jaw dropped, your pacifier almost falling out of your mouth. “Daddy! Everyone here FBI!”

Aaron nodded and pushed your pacifier back into your mouth. “That’s right, everyone here is part of the FBI.”

The agent gave you a wave goodbye and one last high-five. You giggled and Aaron kept walking. He was secretly amused that you couldn’t help but say hi to everyone you saw. You saw another agent walk past and you immediately waved again.

“Hi! Hi!” You giggled as the agent waved back but kept walking. You loved going to work with your dad and seeing everyone.

Aaron shook his head with a small smile, gently rubbing your back. “What have I said about talking to strangers?”

You shook your head and giggled, eagerly waving to another person passing by. “Hi!” You turned back to Aaron and smiled. “Daddy’s friends.”

Aaron shook his head and kissed your cheek. “Y/N, I don’t know these people. Neither do you.”

You giggled and waved to another person. “I friendly.”

Aaron nodded in agreement, fixing the soft hair that had fallen out of your tiny hair tie. “Yes, you are.”

Aaron eventually made it to the bullpen and he pointed to all his team members. “N/N, these are Daddy’s friends, okay? You know them, but you don’t know the random people walking by.”

You nodded your head, looking around at everyone. You excitedly waved at them. “Hi, Aunty JJ! Hi! Aunty Emily! Uncle Spencer! Hi, hi, hi! Uncle Derek! Hi!”

Aaron chuckled and put you down, letting you run over to everyone and say hi to them. He watched as you gave everyone a hug and a wave, repeatedly saying hi to them. He would have to keep working on stranger danger with you but he’d let you keep being friendly to everyone for the time being.

[elizabethsnuts]

The most recent fic with Hotch’s daughter was chef’s kisses! It’s just too cute! Can we get one where baby Hotch has her father’s frown and scowl? The team finds it hilarious but Hotch is so surprised. 😂

Cranky-Pants

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You didn’t get enough sleep last night and were grumpy all day, the team couldn’t help but find it funny that you looked like your dad when you were angry.

———

Today was just not your day, you were tired, you were cranky, you missed your midday nap and you wanted to take a long sleep but you couldn’t as your dad had taken you to his work again.

Aaron was also not in the best mood as you kept him up for most of the night and now was giving him a hard time because you were tired, so tired that you wouldn’t go down for your nap.

Aaron was holding your hand as he walked out of the elevator, you were trailing a bit behind him, stomping your little feet angrily as you walked. You let out an angry noise and stopped walking as your tiny shoe came undone.

Aaron sighed and knelt down to tie your shoe. “Y/N, I know you’re tired and cranky and I’m sorry but can you please be a little nicer.”

You huffed in annoyance and crossed your little arms. “I nice!”

Aaron looked at you and raised his eyebrow slightly. “You are not being nice to me right now.”

You let out another irritated noise before you squealed as Aaron picked you up and held your arms down so you didn’t flail them around. He walked into the bullpen and immediately heard the giggles and chuckles from his team.

His face contorted into a curious and confused frown. He looked around at the others. “What’s so funny?”

JJ and Derek were giggling, Spencer was covering his mouth to try and contain his laughter. Derek crossed his arms and chuckled again. “She’s got the same frown as you, Hotch.”

Aaron frowned again and quickly looked at your face. “What? No, she doesn’t!”

Derek shook his head and pointed to your face and then to Aaron’s, you were both making the same face. “Yes, she does! You can’t deny something that is right in front of me and I can see with my own two eyes. She’s got the same frown as you.”

Emily smiled and took you out of Aaron’s arms, gently patting your back. “What’s with all the frowning today, cranky pants?”

You looked at Emily with a scowl which caused her to widen her eyes and let out a surprised chuckle. “Woah alright, baby Hotch. You sure do look like your dad when you’re angry.”

You just whined and put your pacifier in your mouth, resting your head on Emily’s shoulder. She started to gently rock you while keeping up the back-patting, trying to get you to sleep. You were very obviously tired.

Aaron looked over to see you half asleep on Emily’s shoulder, he saw your eyes close and the soft sucking of your pacifier slowing. He breathed a sigh of relief as you stopped fighting sleep and eventually gave in.

“I don’t know how you did that, she didn’t sleep at all last night nor did she take her nap today.” Hotch gently rubbed a hand over your back, a small smile on his face as he saw your little frown in your sleep.

Emily chuckled. “What can I say? She loves her Aunty Emily.” She softly stroked your cheek, trying to jokingly pull your frown into a smile. “She looks just like you when she gets cranky, y’know? Same frown, same scowl.”

Aaron chuckled and shook his head. “I didn’t even realise, it’s a bit surprising.”

Emily raised an eyebrow and smiled, still gently rocking you. “Surprising that she looks like her dad?”

Aaron shrugged and smiled back at Emily. “Just thought she looked more like Haley.”

Emily looked back at your face, quietly studying it. “I don’t know, I think she looks like you both. I definitely see you in her though, especially in her expressions.”

Aaron’s smile widened into a genuine one, he gently took you back into his arms. You stirred a little, moving your head around. Aaron quickly but gently moved it onto his shoulder, softly combing his fingers through your hair. “Shh-Shh-Shhh, it’s just me, sweetheart. Go back to sleep.”

You mumbled in your sleep quietly and relaxed into him, your tiny fingers gripping his suit. You loved your dad even if you did get angry at him because you were tired.

[elizabethsnuts]

Hey! Can i have a request with aaron hotchner where Jack sleep at a friend house and his little sister just miss him so much, and hotch do anything to make her happy

Big Brother

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Jack is away at a sleepover and his absence is hitting you hard, your daddy is there to cheer you up though.

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To say you were upset was probably an understatement. Jack had gone away to a friend's house for a sleepover, leaving just you and Aaron for the night. As much as you loved your dad which was very much, you missed your big brother.

You sat at the front door like you did when Aaron took too long on a case and you wanted him to come back sooner. You were hoping that if you stared long enough, he’d just come through the door.

Aaron walked over to you, crouching down to your level and stroking your damp hair. He had just finished bath time and getting you into your PJs before he noticed you were gone from your room.

“Sweetheart, Jack won’t be back till the morning,” Aaron said gently, moving his hand to rub your back.

“Want Jack. Jack gone.” You mumbled, snuggling your pink blankie tight to your chest for comfort.

Aaron shook his head and turned you to face him. He had an idea to help you take your mind off about not being able to see Jack. “He’s not gone forever, Y/N. Don’t worry, he’ll be back tomorrow I promise. How about we play tea party? Just like you and Jack do?”

You thought for a moment and nodded your head. You loved playing tea party, you made everyone play tea party, it was your favourite. “Okay, we play tea party.”

Aaron smiled and picked you up, kissing your head. He walked up the stairs into your room, setting you down on your two feet. You immediately ran over to your sparkly dress-up box and put on a tiara, you also grabbed your favourite stuffed animals.

Aaron looked at you and smiled again. “I see we have lots of friends here for the tea party.”

You nodded enthusiastically and giggled as you set your stuffed animals around the plastic table. “Yes! Everyone needs some tea.”

Aaron noticed that you had left two chairs empty, he raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Why are you leaving two chairs?”

You smiled again, your little, white, baby teeth showing. “That Jack’s chair, we need to keep him a spot while he gone.” You looked at the second empty chair and set up a cup on a plate in front of it. “This Mamas chair! She always here for tea parties.”

Aaron nodded slowly, he found it bittersweet that you still kept a chair for Haley. “Oh, I see. That’s very nice of you to save them their chairs.”

The tea party carried on as it should, you dressing up like a princess and pouring everyone their tea and biscuits. You loved playing with your daddy.

When it came to bedtime, you weren’t exactly the most cooperative. “No Daddy! Need to give Jack bedtime hug!” You cried.

Aaron hugged you tight and gently rocked you in his arms. “Shh, Shh, Shh, I know you do honey but he’s not here right now. Maybe if we gave each other a big enough hug, he’d feel it too?” He was trying everything to get you to calm down.

You hugged Aaron tightly, hoping that Jack missed you just as much as you missed him. “Do you think he miss us too?”

Aaron nodded and smiled. “Yep, I know he misses us. He told me on the way there about how much he’s going to miss us.”

You smiled and settled down in your crib, snuggling into your blankie. “He come back tomorrow?”

Aaron turned on your music box and nodded. “Tomorrow morning.” He smiled and kissed your head, turning out the lights. “Good night, Y/N.”

You blew Aaron a kiss and giggled. “Night night Daddy!”

Aaron left the room with a small smile, he was glad you got along with Jack so much. The two of you were best buds and he hoped it’d stay that way as the two of you grew older.

[positivitygenic]

resting is not shameful. it just isn't! no matter what you are resting and recovering from. it's okay to need rest, even if it's from activities other people find to be really simple. it's going to be okay.