it's me again, i have a new idea and it's that last night i was watching again the episode where the girl accuses Jack's teacher of liking Hotch, i think it's episode 9x22đ«Ł
you can write the scene but where the reader and Hotch are together but maybe the boys don't know and when the girl says ' likes Jack's dad' the reader is just like 'đ€š' a little jealous and that leads to them calling each other 'mine' publicly maybe Jack my beautiful innocent boy exposes them with a witty commentđ€âđ»
tbh, i had this idea more developed but i didn't know how to interpret it in words,anyway, you can ignore it if you want, i'm sending you love!â„ïžâ„ïž
xoxoxo
ms. springs | aaron hotchner
ms. springs | aaron hotchner
pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader
summary: when yet another woman becomes interested in hotch, you start to rethink your decision of keeping your relationship a secret. jack solves your dilemma in a second.Â
content/tw: secret established relationship, pure fluff with a little spice, jack being adorable, the team being insufferable and supportive, hotch being a tease, jack refers to reader as âherâ. i think thatâs about it!
word count: 3.1k
a/n: heyyyyyy, my love!!!! I was so happy to see you again on my requests, Iâm absolutely in love with your mind!! I loved your idea and you do such a good job in describing it, I instantly picture the story in my mind. Iâm sorry it took me a long time to post this, I was drowning in WIPs but as soon as I could, I immediately started this one! it was delicious and so fun to write, it turned out longer than I expected⊠either way, I really hope you like it! Thank you for being so kind and for sending the request, sending much much love!!!!!!!!!
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âYeah. You like Jackâs dad.â the little girl said, smiling proudly. Your ears perked up at that, like a dog hearing its favorite words.
The other kids had already left, led by Garcia. Aside from this little girl, Jack and their teacher, only you, Hotch and Rossi were at the briefing room.
You and Rossi exchanged a surprised look, trying to hold back a laugh.
Hotchâs eyes widened a bit, and he looked at them with a tight smile, his lips pressed together like he had no idea on what to do, one hand rested on his sonâs shoulder and the other shoved deep in his pocket â he had no business looking that good. IJack looked at his teacher unamused, his eyes scanning all the adults in the room. You would find the situation funny â it truly was â if it werenât for that tingly little ugly feeling on your chest, stealing your words.
Since you had no idea what to do with your hands, you started to collect some of the materials, unable to watch the scene with a steady face like Rossi did.
âIâm not sureâŠâ the woman chuckled, trying to turn the situation around, but the girl wasnât having any of it.
âWhen you talk about your catâŠâ she started, cutting her teacherâs words short, proudly showing off her profiling skills â...you talk real, real fast âcause you really like your cat. You talked real fast today, not like with the other dads.â
You bit the inside of your cheek, not wanting to draw attention. Hotch was a mix of shyness, amusement and confusion, politely holding back a smile. The woman glanced back at him, her eyes twinkling with a mix of admiration and embarrassment, her blushed cheeks giving her out â if her student hadnât already.
âThanks again, Mr. Hotchner.â she said quickly. Just like the little girl said â that stubborn little voice in your head pointed. âThe kids had a great time.â
âYouâre welcome.â Hotch mumbled, his eyes dropping on the floor and his cheeks just as red as hers. You squeezed your eyes at the scene.
Ms. Springer hushed out the door right after, guiding the girl with her, her heels clicking so fast against the floor you were surprised she didnât stumble.
Rossi waited less than two seconds after they left the room to sigh loudly, moving from his statue position to look at you and Hotch amused â here we go.
âProbably had to go feed the cat.â he said, ironically. You huffed out a laugh, changing a fist bump with him before he left the room too. Hotch didnât answer, only smiling back at both of you before dropping on his knees to talk to Jack. You finished tidying up the briefing room and let them talk, something about hot dogs and hamburgers â nothing about Ms Springer and her crush.
âWhy donât you go find Morgan, huh? I have some things left to finish, but you can invite them all to dinner later.â he celebrated, running out of the room, leaving only you and Hotch behind.
You pretend not to notice him approaching you from behind, proudly sticking up your chin while you organize the (already tidily organized) shelves.
âHey.â he starts, his hands finding their way to your shoulders. Your body immediately relaxes under his touch â traitor â, not even worrying if people might walk in.
The two of you had been in a serious relationship for the past few months now, but kept it a secret. At least at work, no one on the team knew yet. At first,you just wanted to test out the waters before you let everyone know, but when the time came, you just kept pushing back.Â
It was just too comfortable to keep it a secret. Holding hands when no one could see it, stealing kisses behind closed doors, hidden visits to each other's hotel room during cases (until Emily almost caught you because of a lost sock), pretending to arrive at the same time when you quite literally woke up next to him⊠Your relationship was a little bit of sunshine in the middle of all the storm of the job. You wanted the team to know, they were your friends, your family. But it was so difficult to pop that little bubble of happiness you two fought so hard to create, that it just had to wait a little while longer.
And it was a joint decision, you both wanted this. To keep the secret. It was easier, fun and delicious.
Until things like that happened.
You werenât a blind trust kind of person, but you hadnât a single doubt that Hotch loved you, just like you loved him. You respected and trusted each other in more ways than one, so that sick feeling on the pit of your stomach had absolutely nothing to do with him getting with Jackâs teacher. But the fact that there was nothing you could do about it.
Aaron Hotchner was an attractive man. That wasnât an opinion, it was a fact. Being around him as much as you did (being his coworker and his girlfriend) got you used to watching women of all kinds of ages try and get their way with him. Family of victims, paramedics, officers, firefighters, witnesses, non-witnesses, people who pretended to be witnesses just to be questioned by him. Point was: people wanted him.
They never stood a chance, though. You got used to it, but Aaron was an expert. He dodged flirting like a professional, turning them down without a beat, not being blunt about it but never leaving any room from any misinterpretation.Â
You didnât have to worry about it, but there was no logical explanation that could shoo away the ache on your chest from the fact that you couldnât even brag about being his girlfriend, not-subtly walking around with your hands wrapped around his arm, shoving on everyoneâs faces how much he loved you.
Although you knew it was a completely understandable feeling, you were stubborn enough to swallow it back, trying to look cool and unbothered by it. Because in true honesty, even if you could do something about it, you wouldnât. He handled it just fine, and Ms. Springer was in no way shape or form disrespectful â except for that longing look on her face that made you want to poke her eye out with a pen. But you were mature, really. You werenât going to say anything about it.
âHey, heartbreaker.â it slipped out of your tongue before you could hold yourself back. You bite your lower lip immediately, shutting your eyes close in desperation. Oh, so mature.
Hotch, on the other hand, wasnât bothered in the slightest. Quite the opposite, you heard him chuckle behind you, his breath fanning on the nape of your neck from his position behind you. Son of a bitch.
âI knew it.â He teased, before leaving a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear, smiling so hard he barely managed to close his lips on your skin âHoney, you have nothing to worry about.â
âOh, Iâm not worried.â it was the truth. You werenât worried â annoyed, jealous, possessive, bitter? Sure. But not worried.
âReally?â his hands found your hips, turning you around to face him. Your eyes squinted at how amused he looked.
âYou donât have to pretend youâre not enjoying this.â you muttered and he laughed, actively throwing his head back.
âIâm sorry, honey. I really am. But itâs fun to see the tables turned.â
You grimaced at him âWhat are you even talking about?â
He arched an eyebrow at you âAll the men I have to endure bashfully flirting with you in front of me. And having to shake their hands afterwards.â you roll your eyes âItâs nice to see a change in scenario.â
âOh shut up. Women flirt with you all the time and I have toââ he presses his lips together to try and stifle a laugh and you realize you walked right into his trap âIâm not jealous.â
âSure you arenât.â
âIâm not.â
âI believe you.â he doesnât â and heâs completely right in not doing so.
Instead of admitting it and just moving on, you just step closer to him, flashing him a smile that makes his heart beat faster.
âIâm not worried in the slightest.â you drag your fingernail against his chest, dragging it down until the hem of his pants, hooking your finger on his belt hoops âIs actually flattering when other women flirt with you. Makes me proud that they want whatâs mine.â you stop mid-track, looking up at him with your best puppy eyes, your eyelashes batting in a dramatic way âArenât you mine, Aaron?â
He knew what you were doing, right from the start. But he felt for it, like he always did. All logical thinking flies away from his brain whenever you flirt with him like this. So he cleared his throat, nodding pathetically.
âI am. You have nothing to worry about.â
You chuckled, pushing away from his chest and walking away âYou already said that. Plus, Ms. Springs have nothing on me.â
âMs. Springer.â he corrected, making you stop on your feet, turning slowly against him. You squeeze your eyes in his direction, realizing he was teasing you.
âThatâs a dangerous game, Hotchner.â
He laughed, approaching you and giving your backside a playful smack before walking out, leaving you stunned on your feet âYou started itâ.
Oh, it was on.
After that, there wasnât much work to do. Apart from some reports here and there, time went by quickly, and next thing you knew the team walked out together, organizing the carpool to the dining place Jack chose. All nine of you sat up at one big round table, you finding your rightful place â not that anyone knew â by his side.
He pulled out your chair for you, just like he always did, as soon as he settled Jack down on his other side. Aaron was a gentleman, you all knew that. So thatâs why no one gave you a weird look, they were used to this. But that was just the beginning.
Since Jack was there and that was a big change in scenario, he was the center of attention. The team made jokes, asked him questions and told him stories. They were so caught up with the young boy in front of him, and trying to entertain him, their profile skills didnât notice what was going on with you.
Even though you played it cool on the briefing room, the Ms. Springer situation did bother you. And you were, in fact, being extra touchy with him. Pulling your chair closer to his, touching his arms when speaking directly to him, getting a fry from his plate without asking first. Things you usually didnât let yourself do in front of the team.
And being the loving, respectful and enthusiastic boyfriend that he was, he just let you. Not daring to say a word about the way you lingered closer to his side, or laughed too loud at one of his jokes. Of course, the twinkle on his eyes and the smirk playing on his lips giving in that you would be hearing about it later.
In your defense, he wasnât being any better: always making sure to fill your glass up, handing you napkins and the ketchup bottle before you could even think of asking. It got to the point where while he shared a story with Emily, who sat right by your side, he even rested his arm on the back of your chair, with the excuse to make himself be heard better by her.
Eventually they started to notice, though. Alex noticed your proximity when she asked you to reach for the mayonnaise and your arm brushed against Hotchâs because of how close you were. Then Reid and Emily exchanged wide-eyed glances when you referred to Hotch as Aaron, which none of you usually did. Rossi cleared his throat after he called your boyfriendâs name twice but he was too busy smiling at something you were saying to listen. Morgan arched an eyebrow when you left to the restroom, squeezing Hotchâs shoulder on the way. And JJ almost choked on her hamburger as he leaned his head back to watch you walk away, eyes glued to your backside in awe.
But Jack really sealed the deal for you.
âSo, Jack, what did you think about career day today?â Rossi asked the boy, who (instructed by his father) finished swallowing his hot dog bite to answer.
âI loved it. My dad won.â everybody on the table laughed.
âItâs not a competition.â Hotch pointed out, despite the proud smile dancing across his lips.
âShut up, you won.â you nudged his side, earning a laugh from both Jack and Aaron.
The two of you seemed to be so lost in your whole little bubble, neither realized the exchange of mischievous glances between the team.
âJacky, be honest. Was my cave the best part of the tour, yes or no?â Garcia tried.
âI feel like the lab really made an impression.â Reid chimed, holding his finger up with a lopsided grin on his face. Morgan snorted.
âRight, weirdos. We all saw how their eyes lit up in the gym.â
Jack, much to everyoneâs please, laughed loudly to each and every joke from the team members. They absolutely loved the kid, and it was a breath of fresh air amongst all the darkness they deal with on a daily basis to be around that kind of innocence and joy.
âNow, tell us. Do you want to be a profiler when you grow up?â Alex asked, wiggling her eyebrows expectantly. All eyes turned to him, excited and curious.
Jack pressed his lips back together, his eyes darting at each one of them, like he was calculating and weighing every pro and con of being a profiler. Stopping at his dadâs face, he nodded to himself, finally getting to a conclusion. He looked back at Alex and answered, point blank.
âNo.â their reaction was priceless. Some laughed, some frowned in a fake disappointment, one of them sat back, worrying he was such a bad parent that the mere thought of being somewhat close to what his father is was unbearable for Jack.
âMhm, agreed.â Garcia nodded, jabbing Derekâs side with her elbow like she heard the little boy say how much she was better than them. âBut whyâs that?â
Jack shifted on his seat, looking like he was about to give a lecture âI really like reading Harry Potter before bed. And profilers only read work. I wouldnât like it.â
Everyone at the table laughed â even Aaron, who finally looked like he could breathe again â, and you understood immediately. Aaron, more often than not, had a file on his bedside table, the endless amount of paperwork following him home, and sometimes, when Jack asked his dad what he was reading, he just answered âWork. Itâs boring, you wouldnât like it.â and apparently he took these words way too seriously.
âOh, sweetie. I fear thatâs just your dad.â JJ explained, giving Hotch a pointed and amused look.
Much to everyoneâs surprise, Jack just pressed his lips together, shaking his head in disagreement. He then, faster than you could ever think, his eyes fell on you and he pointed his chubby little fingers at your figure, like he was accusing you of first degree murder.
âShe does it too, Iâve seen it. They even read together.â he explained, and your mind went blank.
It was like a bomb had dropped. A big fat juicy gossipy bomb, but still. You watched everyoneâs reaction before your brain even registered what just happened. Spencerâs eyes darted between you and Hotch like he was rewatching every last interaction to see what he missed. Derek had a wolf-like smile on his face, and you already knew you were going to listen. Garcia looked like a life version of the heart eyes emoji. JJ and Alex looked like they were about to start jumping on their seats and cheering. Rossi looked proud and smug, and Emily had her mouth and eyes wide open, so much that if she tried a little harder you were sure they would pop out of her head.
All while Jack took another bite of his hot-dog, the corner of his mouth sticky with ketchup and mustard, incredibly unaware of what he just had done. On the other hand, you and Aaron stared at each other with wide eyes, not sure on how to act. There wasnât any way you could avoid the topic now, was it? Absolutely not. And no one would believe you if you came up with a lie, even if you were creative enough to think of an explanation to why Jack saw you and his dad together in bed reviewing case files that didnât involve the words âsecret relationshipâ in it.
âMy, my.â Derek broke the silence, the weight of his smile dripping on the tone of his voice. You knew that there was no way back, but your mind just went blank.
Surprisingly, Aaron made the first move. His astonished expression melting into a wild grin, his shoulders shaking with a laugh that was almost just as surprising at Jackâs revelation. Infected by his laugh and the beautiful sigh of his dimples, you laughed too, letting your head fall down to his shoulder, your hair shielding your blushing face. You felt him connect his lips to your forehead in a long and gentle kiss. âI love you, weâre in this together.â
Your little bubble was finally popped by Garciaâs cooing, instantly followed by the rest of the teamâs reactions. There were laughs, amused accusations, heavy (not too heavy, there was a kid there after all) teasing, bribery (Emily and Morgan offered desserts to Jack in order to get more answers), threats of dismissal (Hotchâs reaction to that. He wasnât serious, though. At least not too serious) and mainly, love. They showed you and him so much support, love and genuine happiness, you started to wonder why you didnât say anything sooner.
Until later, while all of you walked back to your cars, Morgan and Garcia pulled you to the side, followed by two very eager JJ and Prentiss. He clapped his hands together in front of his torso, and looked at you with a smirk.
âYou donât have to say anything, just tell me when to stop.â and started to slowly pull his hands apart, his eyebrows wiggling at you teasingly.
just for the sake of clarity, luigi mangione HASN'T BEEN CONVICTED OF ANYTHING. He has only been arraigned. News stories saying that the jury gave him the death penalty are misleading-- all those headlines mean is that he COULD be tried by a federal court instead of state, and if he's tried in federal court then the death penalty COULD be an option, since the death penalty is not legal in NY.
Luigi pled not guilty to STATE COURT charges, which is where the arraignment happened, which means he cannot get the death penalty for THOSE charges, IF he is found guilty. In reality, nothing has happened yet, he has not been proven guilty on any of the bs charges. It's extremely not over, in fact it hasn't even STARTED yet.
But gee I wonder why so many news organizations worded their headlines to make it seem like he had already been charged and it was over. Weird, how a news agency would release misleading information, considering how someone might see those headlines and stop paying attention. Sure hope nobody is defeated from taking further action because they think Luigi Mangione was put to death.
As the Supreme Court is now hearing arguments on the TikTok ban, I feel like this is an excellent time to remind everyone that getting rid of TikTok is NOT a good thing
And the reason I bring it up specifically on here is bc I have seen far too many people claim that the ban is for the better, that they're so glad it's gone, that people spend way too much time on it (side note, that's social media in general, it's not just TikTok babes. You're spending 15 hours on Tumblr alone, I'll bet). Even if you don't use TikTok and you absolutely hate its guts, trust me when I say you'll want it to stay
Firstly, there's been very little evidence that TikTok's Chinese owner, Bytedance, has been data mining Americans on order of China. Majority of the evidence has not been released to the public and the stuff that has has been censored. Of course the risk that it could exists-- but you cannot simply assume it's doing this all the time, 24/7, when no current evidence has been presented
TikTok has been taking massive steps to insure that American data is protected, primarily with Project Texas. All American data is stored in the United States and controlled by Americans. Again, American data is with AMERICANS
It is also one of the very few apps that is not dominated by American companies. Does no one find it odd that the only foreign-owned application is being singled out, when companies like Meta and Google have arguably done worse damage? Is no one pointing that out?
Due to this, it allows for less mainstream news to flourish on the app. Palestinians have been able to raise their voices and call to attention what is happening in the region, and activists have pushed the crises of Congo and Sudan to the forefront. No other major social media app and news organization has done this, in fact, Meta censored pro-Palestinian content and immediately toggled on a feature for all users that limited political content
And TikTok is just the start. If it gets banned, do you really think everything else is safe? You think you're safe here on Tumblr? On Ao3? On Instagram? NO
At some point they are going to start going after other apps. They'll celebrate and pat themselves on the back that they "protected democracy" but really they limited free speech. They limited alternative voices. It is not an "if" but "when" they begin going after apps that do not conform to their every single standard
Don't you fucking dare compare TikTok to Vine. ITS NOT THE SAME THING
Vine went away cuz it couldn't afford to stay active
TikTok went away because congress RIPPED it away from us. It let to many activist groups connect faster than ever before; it let too many voices of dissent be heard louder than ever before; and most importantly it was more popular than Facebook, Twitter( cuz fuck that X bullshit), and instagram.
I understand losing both of these platforms hurt, I was alive for vine's death to. But don't let yourself be fooled into a falce equivalence.
The government banning an entire social network because they cannot control people using it and what you see and say on it, is really a great example of totalitarianism.
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