drunk!aaron confessing his feelings to reader/saying that he should've married them instead of haley. with a sad smile, they tell aaron, "i wish you were sober."
reader doesn't tell aaron that they've thought that too, that they wished aaron had married them instead of haley. when aaron is sober again the next morning and asks reader if he said anything embarrassing to them the previous night, reader tells him no.
aaron's drunken admission is something reader will take to their grave.
I know. Guys, believe me, I know. Alright, now that we are ignoring my unintentional months-long hiatus, I come bringing a gift.
(I thought about also writing this scenario for another fandom that I’ve recently fixated on again. Say, the one with the two brothers and the gay angel. Let me know if you would want to see that.)
May also end up rewriting this one. Not sure if I like how it turned out.
So, here’s the scenario:
tw: creepy men in convenience stores
You and Aaron met years ago when you’d been finishing up law school and he’d still been a federal prosecutor. Somehow, the two of you strike up a conversation, and you offhandedly mention to him that you’re looking for work now that you’ve gotten your degree. He pauses for a moment, purses his lips, then says that he has a friend—a fellow prosecutor, you later find out—in search of a legal aide. He tells you that if you wanted him to, he could talk to his friend about setting up an interview. This takes you by surprise. A man that doesn’t even know you, a man that’s only talked to you for about five minutes, is offering to help you get a job. Aaron laughs when you tell him as much, and he tells you that over the years, he’s learned to trust his instincts, and his instincts are telling him that you’re worth the risk. He then hands you a card with his phone number on it and says to call him to set up the interview.
(No one but you has to know about the tiny zaps of electricity that shoot up your arm when you take the card from him. Nor do they have to know about the disappointment that simmers in your gut when you notice the gold band resting at the base of his left ring finger.)
For the first year or so, your friendship with Aaron was... difficult to navigate. Not because of anything he said or did but because of what he was. Aaron being a married man really limited what you felt comfortable doing within the boundaries of your budding friendship. You couldn’t text him as often as you’d like to because of the fight it could cause between Aaron and Haley. It’s for that same reason that you don’t feel comfortable inviting him to meet you for coffee or to grab a bite to eat after work. You know that you aren’t doing anything wrong, that your intentions with Aaron are pure, but you also respect his relationship enough to make certain that you don’t give Haley a reason to suspect otherwise. So, that means settling for sending him a text every now and then to check up on his family—not just him—and see how they were doing.
Less than two years into your friendship with Aaron, he tells you that he and Haley are getting a divorce.
(The giddy, child-like grin that spreads across your face when you hear the news makes you feel like shitty person. But you can’t help it.)
Aaron’s divorce serves as a blessing in disguise. Not just for you but for him, too. It gives the two of you a fresh start, a chance to properly develop your friendship without the fear of stirring up trouble for Aaron at home. You two texting maybe a couple of times a month quickly turns into you two texting nearly every day, even if you don’t really have anything to tell him about. Throughout the day, the two of you would send each other things that remind you of the other, random musings you’d have, just anything that would keep the conversation going. The most liberating thing about Aaron becoming a single man again was that you had the freedom to ask him if he wanted to grab coffee on the way into the office, even if he and the team wanted to grab drinks after a case, or if he and Jack wanted to come to the park near your apartment for a picnic.
Fast forward to the present, almost four years later.
It’s just after midnight on a random Saturday night, and Aaron’s just about to head to bed when he feels his phone buzz in the pocket of his sweats.
He mutters something along the lines of if this is another fucking case before he picks up his cell, puts it to his ear, and answers with a soft, sleepy, “Hotchner.”
“Hey, love. I know it’s late, but I was hoping we could meet up.” There’s something in your voice that feels off to Aaron, but he can’t quite put his finger on it.
His mind screeches to a halt when he processes what you say to him. Hey, love, you’d greeted him, the words coming out of your mouth like it was every-day thing. Like it was something you called him all the time.
That’s the first red flag.
“Y/N?” He asks. “Is everything alright? Are you alright?”
“No,” you laugh, a cute, breathy sound that wouldn’t be out of place to anyone else, to anyone that doesn’t know you the way Aaron does. That laugh sets off the alarm bells in the older man’s head. “No, I promise it’s nothing major. I just thought we could grab a snack.” You pause then say, “Oh, there’s a sale on those gummy bears you like at the convenience store on Fifth and Kennedy. Want me to get you some?”
Aaron doesn’t like gummy bears. You know that he doesn’t like gummy bears. Why would you—?
Aaron's body starts buzzing with adrenaline, like he got a shot of espresso straight to the head. The convenience store on Fifth and Kennedy. Aaron knows where that is; it’s only a couple of blocks from your apartment.
“Are you in danger?” He asks.
“Yeah,” you tell him. “I’ll just put it with my stuff. Don’t worry about it, love.”
“Do you need me to come to you?”
“Yes, baby, I’m sure. It’s not a problem at all. Oh, your sister mentioned something to me about coming to see her this weekend. She lives in New York now, right? How long do you think the drive will be?”
Aaron glances down at his watch. “I’m ten minutes from you. Stay out of sight until then, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” you agree. “It shouldn’t be too bad then, especially if we leave early enough. Hopefully, we won’t get caught up in the usual weekend traffic.” You huff out something between a laugh and a tired sigh. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. I love you.” Then, the call ends. Biting out a curse, Aaron slips on his running shoes, grabs his zip-up and his keys, and rushes out the door.
Under normal circumstances, it takes Aaron roughly ten minutes to get to your apartment. That night, it takes him a little under five. He zips through the late-night Virginia traffic at speeds he’s surprised he didn’t get pulled over for. He haphazardly parks the SUV before making his way to the store.
He doesn’t even have to go into the store to find you. You’re standing just outside the double doors when he gets there, your figure illuminated by the harsh LED lights overhead.
“Y/N,” he calls to you, his steps hurrying into a jog. “Y/N, are you alright?”
You lift your head up to meet his gaze, and he watches you blink at him, as if you’re surprised that he came. “You came,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
“You needed me,” he says. And that’s all that matters. “You’re okay now?”
You nod. “The guy ran as soon as the kid behind the counter threatened to call the cops. He didn’t do anything, but I just... something about him weirded me out.”
“Trust your instincts,” he tells you, like the night you’d first met. “They’re usually right.”
“The night we met, you said that your instincts were telling you that I was worth the risk. Were they right?”
With as much confidence as he has in you, which is a lot, he says, “They were. You’re worth the risk.”
it’s the fact that the protective!aaron scenario is turning into a full fucking fic at this point. i mean—
“Hey, love. I know it’s late, but I was hoping we could meet up.” There’s something in your voice that feels off to Aaron, but he can’t quite put his finger on it.
His mind screeches to a halt when he processes what you say to him. Hey, love, you’d greeted him, the words coming out of your mouth like it was every-day thing. Like it was something you called him all the time.
That’s the first red flag.
“Y/N?” He asks. “Is everything alright? Are you alright?”
“No,” you laugh, a cute, breathy sound that wouldn’t be out of place to anyone else, to anyone that doesn’t know you the way Aaron does. That laugh sets off the alarm bells in the older man’s head. “No, I promise it’s nothing major. I just thought we could grab a snack.” You pause then say, “Oh, there’s a sale on those gummy bears you like at the convenience store on Fifth and Kennedy. Want me to get you some?”
Aaron doesn’t like gummy bears. You know that he doesn’t like gummy bears.
so, in honor of father’s day, here is a scenario of aaron finding out that you’re pregnant!
content warning: pregnancy and mention of food
So, you and Aaron have been together for a while at this point. You had brought up the topic to him about having a child together, and you both decided that while you were in a good place to have another kid, it would not disappoint either of you if it did not work out. It becomes a regular occurrence for you to not use protection when you have sex. You also talk to your doctor about stopping your birth control. You were prepared to get pregnant, but you also knew that it may take a while for it to actually happen.
You found that you’re pregnant a week before Father’s Day. It was supposed to be a routine physical at your doctor’s office, and you knew that part of the physical is a pregnancy test. Yes, you and Aaron had stopped using protection, but it did not cross your mind that you could be pregnant. You hate to admit that you are a little surprised when the doctor comes back and informs you that you are, in fact, pregnant. The doctor recommends all the vitamins you should take and the foods you should avoid during the first trimester, and she tells you to come back in about six weeks.
Now, you are going to have some fun telling Aaron that you’re pregnant. What better way to do that than to get Jack involved? You find him a shirt that has I’m Being Promoted to Big Brother written on it. You tell Jack that this is a big surprise for his dad, and he can’t spoil the surprise before Father’s Day.
The big day rolls around sooner than you expect it to. Jack is in his shirt, and the two of you treat Aaron to his favorite breakfast: strawberry French toast, bacon, and orange juice. The two of you go upstairs to the bedroom you share with Aaron with his breakfast tray. Unable to hold in his excitement any longer, Jack bursts into the room with the cutest, brightest grin on his face.
“Daddy, Daddy, wake up!” He shouts as he flings himself on top of Aaron. “It’s Father’s Day, Daddy!”
With a grin rivalling his little boy’s, Aaron holds Jack close to him. “It is, buddy. Thank you.”
He points to you holding the tray with his breakfast. “Y/N and I made you breakfast.” Aaron peeks at the contents of the tray, and his grin somehow gets wider.
“Strawberry French toast and bacon?” he asks. “That’s—”
“Your favorite,” you tell him. “That’s why we made it.”
Jack nods. “And Y/N got me a cool shirt! But she said that I couldn’t wear it until today.”
“Let me see it, buddy,” Aaron tells him, and Jack scoots back to let his dad read the shirt. “I’m being promoted to—” He looks up at you with so much love and adoration it almost makes you sob, “Big brother? You’re pregnant?”
You nod. “I went to the doctor last week for a physical, and they told me that I was about seven weeks.” You step forward and set the tray on his lap. “Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.”
He cups your face and kisses you so eagerly and so gently. “I love you.”
You lean up and kiss his head. “I love you, too.”
(Nine months later, when your little girl is born, Aaron is overjoyed. You’re laying in your hospital bed, and you watch Aaron hold your daughter with so much care. He looks at her like she is his whole world.
“Hi, sweet girl,” you hear him whisper to the sleeping newborn. “I’m so glad you’re here. Daddy loves you so much, and he’s going to make sure that he tells you every day.”)
okay, so... making out with aaron on the couch in his office.
this is how i imagine it going down:
you and aaron have been dating for a while by now, but you haven't told the rest of the team because you wanted to have something to yourselves. so, you're staying late one night to finish some paperwork, and you look at him from across his office at your place from his couch.
you're struggling one of the things on the report, so you ask him to help you. "honey, will you look at this report for me and make sure i did it right? i don't think i did."
he nods and tells you "of course i'll help you, my love." 🤧🤧🤧 so precious.
he comes over to the couch and sits close to you to read what you wrote for your report. but when he sits next to you, you set the report down. he looks at you all confused and he's like "didn't you need me to help you with that?"
you just smirk and say, "nope."
you then climb into his lap, straddle him with both of your knees on either side of his hips, and kiss him. aaron's surprised by this, but you were kissing him. his brain is fried. that man is not going to focus on anything else.
so, you guys are kissing, and it's getting heated. your hands in his hair and his hands all over you (he especially loves your ass). he tries keeping himself calm while he's kissing you, but you're not really helping the situation by grinding down onto him. 😋
so, it isn't long before you're both horny, moaning messes.
"i've always wanted to ride you on this couch," you whisper to him.
so that's exactly what you do. you ride your sexy old man within an inch of his life.
(the next morning, aaron walks through the bullpen to get to his office and derek whistles at him, smirking.
"never pegged you to be an exhibitionist, hotch," he says.
aaron's confused. "what do you mean?"
emily pipes up from next to derek, a matching smirk. "your blinds were open. the cameras saw everything."
aaron's response of a red face sends the two of them into fits of laughter.)
