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Hey all!
I swear I'm not dead/haven't abandoned this blog! Lots of shit has come up recently (mostly good) so I've been dealing with that.
I'll finish posting my fluff feb stories as soon as my life settles down promise!! not that anyone asked lol I'm just such a completion-ist
I also will be posting a ~spicy~ hotch fic as well as a sort of "sorry for my absence please have some smut and forgive me" type thing
be back soon......ish lol
#i really miss writing#i'll get back to it#i swear#just not sure when lol#the ghost is shouting again
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Day 14 -- Valentine's Day
warnings: none
pairing: hotch x reader (use of y/n once); established relationship
word count: 245
a/n: another silly, fluffy, incredibly domestic blurb
“Y/N”, Aaron says seriously, turning to you where you’re both sitting on the couch and taking your hands in his. “You know I love you, right?”
“Yes…”, you say slowly, a little confused and a little concerned where this was going.
“But you have terrible taste in movies”, he finishes with the tiniest smirk on his face.
You breathe out a relieved laugh, rolling your eyes. “Excuse me, but I do not have terrible taste in movies, Mr. ‘Stripes’.”
“That’s a classic!” Aaron says mock-offended, eyebrows furrowing. “But this”, he says gesturing at the movie that’s playing on the tv. “This is…bad. Really bad.”
“But the cast -”, you protest.
“A decent - and I say that word lightly - cast doesn’t make a movie good.”
You harrumph good-naturedly, crossing your arms over your chest not unlike a child. “Well, I like it.”
Aaron chuckles lightly, leaning in close to kiss the top of your head. “And I like you.”
You can’t help but grin at his words and lean into his side as he wraps a strong arm around your shoulders.
“That’s why I put up with crappy movies like this one”, he says holding the DVD up. “‘Valentine’s Day’? It’s not even a clever title”, he gripes.
“Oh shush, you”, you say without any heat. “Or I’ll make you watch ‘Maid in Manhattan.”
“Shutting up”, Aaron quickly says. Though, both you and him know he’d watch anything you want if it means spending time together.
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a/n: i love me a rom com, but i've never actually seen valentine's day lol so i apologize if you like it or it's a decent movie. that being said, i have seen and do enjoy maid in manhattan -- def a guilty pleasure of mine
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Day 13 -- Unready
warnings: suggestive themes but no smut or anything graphic
pairing: hotch x reader (no use of y/n); established relationship
word count: 332
a/n: lol i just wanna write some self indulgent smut but this will have to do until fluffy feb is over <33
“Stop it”, you admonish lightly. “We’re going to be late.”
You’ve been trying for at least 10 minutes to put your necklace on and failing miserably. Getting distracted by a certain Unit Chief who keeps coming up behind you to put his hands on your waist, or kiss your neck, or nibble your ear.
“Can’t help it”, he mumbles distractedly, lips pressed to the spot just below your ear. “Not when you look this good.” His lips continue their journey down your neck, onto your shoulder.
You can’t help but let out a sigh at the feeling of his lips on your skin. The soft love bites preventing you from doing anything else but focus on the sensation of his mouth on you.
“Aaron…”, you whine in a half-hearted attempt at scolding. This just makes his hands grip your hips tighter, pulling you flush against him; your back to his front. “I need to get ready.”
“I think we should just stay in”, he whispers into your ear, causing goosebumps to break out across your arms and heat pool in your belly. He kisses the other side of your neck, “I think we should get unready.”
“As much as I may want to”, you begin. Your arm reaches behind your head to run a hand through his hair, effectively keeping him in place. “You know we can’t.”
His strong hands slowly start to make their way up your torso, stopping at your ribcage, just below your chest. His thumbs gently rubbing back and forth making it extremely difficult to believe the words you just said.
“I know”, he murmurs regretfully, placing one more kiss to your shoulder before dropping his head to rest his chin on your shoulder. “But I thought I’d try.”
You turn around to face him, a grin spreading on your face. Standing on your toes to kiss his waiting mouth, arms circling his neck. You breathe out a light laugh, “A for effort”, before your lips find his.
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Day 12 -- Jewel
warnings: none
pairing: hotch x reader (no use of y/n), established relationship
word count: 123
a/n: super short silly blurb feat married hotch and reader
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“Jewel? Really?” you say in utter disbelief.
“What?” Aaron says defensively, eyebrows furrowing.
“Nothing, it’s just…not what I expected.”
“You’re going to tell me you don’t have a guilty pleasure musician or song?” He asks, his eyes narrowing.
“Of course I do”, you chuckle. “It’s just fun to see my stoic, intimidating, FBI agent husband jam out to ‘Standing Still’.”
“I wouldn’t define singing along as ‘jamming out’.” Aaron says seriously, though you can see him fighting back a smile.
“Oh, there was definitely some head bobbing going on”, you tease.
He looks at you with narrow eyes, but a smirk on his face. “Shut up.”
“Don’t worry,” you say sweetly, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Your secret is safe with me.”
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Day 11 -- Formal Event
warnings: 1 cuss word i believe
pairing: hotch x fem!reader
word count: 781
This was literally a dream of yours.
Being able to get dressed up in a dress you would never normally wear, getting your hair and nails done, and wearing more makeup than you normally would.
Feeling beautiful is not something you feel often, your job doesn’t really allow much time for that. But right now, looking into the mirror, you feel gorgeous and you can’t help but smile at your reflection.
Not only was getting ready a dream, but it’s who you were going to be spending your night with. A handsome man by the name of Aaron Hotchner would be at your side all night, wearing a tuxedo, and more than likely looking downright devastating.
There was only one problem: it wasn’t real. Well, it was really happening, yes, but it was an undercover mission. Technically you would be on the job.
You know it’s not really a date; you understand this. But you couldn’t help the what if. What if you and Hotch really did go on a date? What if you two really were together? What would happen? Where would you go? What would you talk about?
You let these thoughts swirl in your head the entire time you got ready, knowing you had to keep your head clear when you guys were at the gala.
At that moment, you hear a knock and your name being called softly from the other side.
“One moment!” you call out before giving yourself one last look over. Letting out a quick breath, you turn and open the bathroom door.
There, standing before you is Aaron. It’s like you’re seeing him for the first time all over again.
He’s stood there in a black and white, perfectly fit tuxedo, complete with pocket square. You can’t help yourself and look him up and down, taking him all in, not used to seeing him like this.
“Wow”, you whisper quietly, at a loss for words as you look at your boss. So lost are you in fact, that you miss the way his cheeks tinge pink as he watches you watch him. Your perusal and clear approval of his outfit of choice.
When you’re able to speak again, you meet his eyes, “You look incredible, Aaron.”
The use of his first name makes his chest constrict painfully. You very rarely use his first name, so anytime he hears it from you is a godsend. But hearing it from you while you’re looking at him like that? It’s a small wonder he hasn’t done something ridiculous like take you in his arms and kiss you senseless, mission be damned.
“Thank you”, he murmurs distractedly. His eyes finally able to tear away from yours to get a good look at you.
You blush as his eyes take stock of you, not used to seeing you like this. You can’t stand the way he’s looking at you. Like you’re something precious and something worth looking at. Like he could possibly feel the same way about you as you do him. It makes your throat feel tight so you have to swallow around the feeling; no longer able to meet his eyes.
It’s the revenant way in which he says your name that causes you to look up again.
“You look…”, he starts seemingly at a loss for words. He gives his head a shake as if to clear his thoughts, “You’re breath-taking.” Hotch finishes.
You’re sure your whole body is red if the heat you feel rolling over your skin is anything to go by.
A massive smile overtakes your face. You open your mouth to say something before you hear a polite but pointed clearing of a throat from behind you.
Shit.
Both you and Aaron’s eyes shift to look at the rest of your team just over your shoulder. All of them looking at the two of you with eyebrows high and conspiratorial grins.
You were both so wrapped up in each other that you had forgotten that the team was there. Because this wasn’t a date. This was a fucking mission.
You both look properly embarrassed before straightening up and getting your “professional faces” on.
“Right”, Aaron clears his throat. He looks at you, “You ready?” All business again but eyes still soft as he gazes at you.
“As I’ll ever be.”
“Then let’s head out”, Hotch says as he offers you his elbow with the smallest hint of a smile on his face.
Smiling at his proffered elbow, you take it before craning your neck to look up at him.
“Let’s go, boss”, you say with a slight smirk before heading toward the door.
This would prove to be an interesting night.
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Day 10 -- Acts of Service
warnings: none
pairing: hotch x reader (nb reader, use of y/n) one of those "not really together but we all know it's gonna happen" things
word count: 396
a/n: just a lil bit of rossi inserting himself into hotch's business and a pining hotch cause we love to see it!!
After placing a fresh cup of tea on your desk, he makes his way up to his office, own steaming cup in his hand. When he enters his office, he notices Dave is already in his.
“Where’s mine?” Rossi asks with a slight smile on his face.
“Hmm?” Aaron’s too preoccupied with the pile of paperwork on his desk to understand what the other man is talking about.
“My drink. I saw you drop off one for y/n.” he continues, a mischievous lilt to his voice.
Hotch looks up at your name and then immediately realizes what he’s just done. Rossi confirms this by giving him a shit eating grin.
“I also noticed you giving them your jacket while out of state last month when they said they were cold. Offering to buy them dinner that one night we all had to stay late a few weeks ago. Oh! And there was -”
“Dave”, Aaron says abruptly. “I got it.”
Rossi just smiles at Aaron, giving him a slight reprieve from his onslaught of observations.
Hotch was more than a little annoyed. He had thought he was being subtle, but apparently not.
He was well aware of his feelings about you, he didn’t need Rossi reminding him of something he couldn’t have.
Dave, apparently deciding Aaron had enough of a break, continues, “So are you just going to hope they catch on or do you plan on telling them?”
With a long-suffering sigh, Aaron looks at the older man, a thousand different responses on his tongue before finally saying, “I can’t. Not yet.”
Dave, in all his wisdom, knows when to stop pushing. So instead he says, “Ok” and begins to walk out of Hotch’s office.
“Just promise you won’t wait too long”. When Aaron nods but won’t meet Rossi’s eye, he continues, “I mean, I can’t promise that the rest of the team won’t find out.”
Aaron’s head snaps up at that, eyes narrowing at the thinly veiled threat, to see Dave placidly smile at him from the doorway.
Hotch sighs, “Sometimes I hate you, Dave.”
“I know.”
And with that he’s out the door leaving Aaron alone with his thoughts. His eyes eventually wander to you down in the bullpen sitting at your desk working.
He would have to do something soon before this got out of hand.
He hates it when Dave’s right.
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Day 9 -- Pine
i'm quickly realizing that i do not have the time nor the strength to answer all of these prompts how i really want to so i'm making them a lot shorter than i want to.
meaning i'm liking a lot of these less than i would but i am still determined to do all the days!
warnings: none; one-sided pining.....or is it ;)
pairing: hotch x reader (no y/n) though they're not really together
word count: 442
a/n: sooo many ideas for this one cause i looooove some pining but this is what i landed on hopefully y'all will enjoy <33
You see this man everyday, and it’s honestly one of the best parts of your day. Yes, you knew you were pining like a maiden in a period piece and bordering on pathetic, but you could not bring yourself to care.
Everyday at 7 AM, like clockwork, he would show up. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair, piercing eyes, and devastatingly handsome. Always dressed impeccable in a dark suit and his serious demeanor giving off an air of importance. He must have been a higher up in some important company, you thought.
You would make sure you were the one to take his order just for the brief interaction it would grant you. Being on the receiving end of his stare and his lop-sided grin paired with his deep, satiny voice was enough to get you through the rest of the day.
You would try to ignore the way your stomach would flip as Aaron - you would eventually find out his name is - would approach the counter. Also trying to keep your smile contained and your cheeks from getting too red, knowing damn well that that would be impossible for you.
He orders his usual and you try very hard to make sure your hands aren’t shaking when you make it so you don’t mess his drink up. Though, it is hard when you can feel his gaze on you the entire time.
When you’ve finished and handed his drink over to him, he nods at you and says in that quiet voice of his, “see you tomorrow.”
And without even thinking you reply, “I hope so”, before promptly turning red.
His brows raise ever so slightly at your words, before a smirk overtakes his face. “Yea?” he asks almost disbelievingly.
Shocked at how this interaction is going, you scoff out not unkindly, “I thought it was obvious.”
Aaron glances down quickly before meeting your eyes again, “No, but I’m glad to hear it.”
Before you can figure out how to respond, Aaron’s cell phone rings. When he checks who’s calling, he lets out a small sigh. Eyes meeting yours again he says, “I’m sorry I have to go.”
“Of course”, you murmur, still in a daze.
“But I look forward to seeing you tomorrow”, he says with one more smirk directed at you before he’s turning around answering the call with a brusque, “Hotchner” as he moves towards the doors.
You’re left standing there, staring at his retreating form, not quite sure that conversation actually happened.
The massive smile that forms on your face afterwards doesn’t leave you for the rest of the day.
You were really looking forward to tomorrow now.
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Day 8 -- Moving in Together
back to my regularly scheduled hotch nonsense
warnings: possibly toxic amount of fluff? not sure (but really, no warnings)
pairing: hotch x reader (no use of y/n)
word count: 516
a/n: i just can't help myself when it comes to writing incredibly fluffy, self indulgent hotch fics. i mean i would die for this man so it is what it is lol anway pls enjoy <33
No one likes moving. That’s just a fact of life. Who in their right mind would enjoy spending their free time boxing up all of their earthly possessions, moving it to a completely different location, and then unboxing said possessions?
And yet, Aaron wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the world.
It’s late Saturday afternoon. The sun is streaming through the uncurtained windows in the living room as you continue unpacking box after box, happily singing and bobbing along to the music you have playing off your phone.
Aaron stops unwrapping picture frames from their bubble wrap to watch you. The carefree and joyous way you move around your new house. Hair sticking to your forehead, sweaty from all the boxes you both moved in and out of the moving van, but still so energetic and happy. The sun's rays beaming down on you, making your skin almost look as if it’s glowing. It truly was a remarkable sight.
He takes a moment to take you in and appreciate you. Not just you working, or your beautiful face and body, but you. All of you.
How you came into his life when he had zero thoughts or hopes for any happiness, and less than zero thoughts or hopes of somebody coming into his life in a romantic way.
It’s not an exaggeration when Aaron says he had given up hope about finding love. He understands how dramatic that sounds given his age, but after everything he’s been through he couldn’t help the thoughts.
The feeling that he had missed out on love. The feeling that he didn’t deserve love. Not after everything. He believed himself a cursed man. And so he did his best to keep his head down; resigned to be alone the rest of his life.
And then there was you. You waltzed into his life like you belonged there. Like Aaron wasn’t some broken, fragile thing. You walked in radiating joy and love and forgiveness and he couldn’t help but fall in love.
And now here he was, years later, in a place he never thought he’d find himself again: happy and in love. Yes, the guilt, regret, and feelings of unworthiness still present but so much quieter now that you were there to shush them.
He’ll never begin to understand what he did to get so lucky, but he was not about to start questioning when everything was going so unbelievably great.
He loves you and for some reason beyond him, you love him too. He will do everything in his power to keep you around.
As if sensing his thoughts, you turn to look at him and grace him with your gorgeous smile. A sight he will never tire of seeing.
“You ok there, Hotchner?” you ask lightly, making your way over to him.
He reaches out for you. His large hands connect with your waist as your arms snake around his neck.
“I’m perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He murmurs before he dips down to press a soft kiss to your mouth.
And no truer words had ever left his mouth.
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Day 7 -- Picnic
i know i'm super backlogged, but i am DETERMINED to do every single prompt even if it kills me!
anyway, i'm taking a brief detour from my CM fics and doing a GO fic b/c it's been a while and i still love them and the 2nd season is coming out this year so why not?!
warnings: cussing
pairings: crowley x aziraphale
word count: 675
a/n: haven't written for them in a while, but i had a good time doing this GO fandom where you at?? <33
He literally never thought this day would come. When the angel had said it all those years ago, it was almost like an afterthought. Some far-fetched idea that, though easy in theory, would never actually happen.
So after the Apocalypse That Never Was™, when the demon Crowley finds himself sitting next to said angel on a tartan blanket, under the largest, shadiest tree in a park (that’s suspiciously devoid of people), large wicker basket in front of them, he’s at a loss for words.
They’ve known each other for thousands of years and yet he feels like he’s meeting Aziraphale for the first time.
It’s fucking nerve-wracking.
He gulps unnecessarily for what has to be the 7th time in the past 15 minutes, running his fingers through his hair.
Az sits there next to him, hands fluttering nervously on his lap, eyes scanning the park before him. He clears his throat.
Crowley turns his head toward him expectantly, eyebrows raised above his sunglasses.
“Well”, Aziraphale begins with a timid smile. Eyes momentarily meeting Crowley’s before looking back out to the park. “This is all very awkward isn’t it.”
Crowley just stares, his eyebrows raising impossibly higher.
A beat.
Then the air is filled with Crowley’s barking laughter. Head thrown back, hands clutching his stomach.
There’s a brief moment of confusion before Az is laughing right along with Crowley.
After a while, they both start to calm down. Wiping tears from his eyes, Crowley leans over to place a hand on the angel’s shoulder. Looking into his eyes and still chuckling slightly he says, “I love you, angel.”
Aziraphale tenses. A soft gasp escaping his lips at Crowley’s words.
The smile quickly leaves the demon’s face when he realizes what he just confessed.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Yes it was true, but this is absolutely not the way he wanted to tell him. ���Real fucking smooth, Crowley. 6,000 years of this back and forth knowing you go too fast and push too hard. Knowing that Aziraphale needs time and space to get comfortable, to –”
Crowley’s spiraling thoughts are brought to an abrupt end as Aziraphale brings his hand to so, so gently touch Crowley’s cheek. Grounding the demon and bringing him back to the present.
“Crowley, I -” the angel begins before suddenly stopping. Aziraphale begins to look unsure of himself, eyes darting down, before snapping back up to meet Crowley’s. “Did you mean it?”, he asks, voice barely above a whisper.
So taken aback is he by the angel touching him that at first Crowley has no idea what Aziraphale is talking about.
“Mean it?” He murmurs, eyebrows slightly furrowing. “Mean wh- oh! Yes! Yes of course I mean it.”
Aziraphale smiles up at him, which just spurs Crowley on.
“Been wanting to say it - been trying to say it for centuries now. Didn’t want to do it like that, but -”
Again, Crowley’s rambling is cut off. This time by Aziraphale’s lips on his.
Crowley stiffens at first, completely caught off guard. When his brain finally catches up with him, his body moves into hyperdrive. His other hand comes up to softly cup the angel - his angel’s cheek - his mind gleefully supplies, and his lips start to slowly move against Aziraphale’s.
When they finally break apart, the exuberant look that Az is giving him could make Crowley fucking cry. The angel is practically glowing. Is actually glowing, he realizes and it makes him want to kiss him again. So he does, because he can.
When they break apart for the second time, the demon Crowley rests his head against Aziraphale’s. Both of them savoring the moment, content to just be with each other.
“I love you, too.” The angel finally says in the space between them, hands still on others cheeks, feeling the muscles beneath his hands move as he smiles.
“Good”, Crowley says softly. “Or this could have got even more awkward. Awkwarder? Uh, worse.”
The angel smiles up at him adoringly before soundly shutting him up once again by covering his mouth with his.
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Hi!! I just saw your first fluffy Feb blurb today, idk why they weren’t showing up in the tags! Sorry for missing them but they are all in the queue now :)
Hey! That's not a problem at all! I just noticed yesterday that tags for me were getting all screwed up so no worries.
I appreciate it though :)
also, looooove your work!! honestly you, your work, and fluffy feb are some of the main reasons I decided to make this blog and start writing more frequently so thank you <33
#doctorstethoscope#seriously all your aaron x reader fics#chef's kiss#i still don't really know how to tag stuff#i'll learn#maybe#the ghost is shouting again
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Day 6 -- Person A Knows Person B's Coffee Order
let's try that again! just wanna shout out @doctorsteths-fluffyfeb again, because i'm having a good time writing, but also having a good time reading. so if you're all not on that shit, get into it!!
warnings: cussing cause i literally cannot; mentions of them on a case but nothing graphic
pairing: hotch x reader sorta (use of y/n) they're not actually together and they don't actually get together, but you'll see
word count: 769
a/n: i know how super late i am pls forgive me <33
Coffee was the lifeblood of the BAU. The driving force that kept them going the long hours they had to work. The sweet nectar that fueled their bodies and minds.
And this coffee at the tiny mid-western precinct they were currently at fucking sucked. And that was putting it mildly.
“I can’t do this. It’s been days and I need decent coffee in my system”, you say standing up. “I need a break anyway.”
The case was going…slow. Well, more accurately the team’s progress was going slow. The unsub was decidedly not slow. He was leaving a trail of bodies quicker than you could process the evidence. And yet, you were no closer to actually catching him.
Frustrated by not only the lack of breaks in the case, but the added insult of shitty coffee was almost unbearable.
“I’ll make a quick run - let me know what you all want”, you say to the room at large as you put on your coat, which includes Rossi, Derek, Spencer, and Emily.
After getting their drinks all written down, you head to ask Hotch and JJ. You find them in an office that’s being repurposed for the BAU’s benefit.
“Hey guys”, you say hanging onto the doorframe. “I’m going on a coffee run. Do you want anything?”
“Oh, tea would be amazing, thanks”, JJ says with a smile.
Hotch nods and opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, you cut him off pointing a finger at him, “A large black coffee, no cream, 1 sugar. I know.” Then you’re out of the door before Hotch can do much more than nod again, quite uselessly.
He’s staring into the space you just were, mouth slightly open. He didn’t think anybody paid attention to his usual order. He didn’t think you paid attention. He’d be an absolute liar if he said his heart didn’t clench almost painfully in his chest. The thought of someone listening and picking up on what he likes – well, not just somebody, but you. It’s enough to keep him from doing anything useful for a lot longer than he’d like to admit. Hoping beyond hope that his cheeks were not pinkening.
It’s not until JJ pointedly coughs that Aaron is snapped out of it, head jerking towards the blonde. She gives him a knowing smirk, before going back to the notepad in front of her. Purposefully (and very professionally) not mentioning the coloring occurring on his face and his ears.
Some time later, JJ has moved back to the conference room leaving Hotch alone in “his” office to scribble away at the endless reports.
Lost in the writing and rewriting he’s felt he’s been constantly doing since he got here, he doesn’t hear footsteps approaching. It’s not until he hears the soft thud of the cardboard coffee cup on his desk, that he stops. He looks up to see you looking at him with a soft, almost shy smile.
He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time.
Your timid smile. The way your eyes meet his before quickly flitting away. Teeth worrying your bottom lip.
How he never saw it before is absolutely beyond him.
“Here you go, boss”, you say softly.
You both just stare at each other, restrained smiles on your faces.
The seconds turn into minutes, before you shake your head as if you’re clearing your thoughts away like an etch-a-sketch. “I also got some snacks if you’d like”, thumb pointing over your shoulder. “They’re in the conference room.”
Aaron is too stunned to say or do anything. This sudden realization that maybe, just maybe, you could feel the same way as him is overwhelming.
When he doesn’t respond, you give him a jerky nod of your head before turning around and making your way out the room.
Hotch says your name so softly, you turn around quickly, almost in alarm.
Remembering that they’re on an active case and he’s still the goddamn unit chief, he catches himself before he says something incredibly telling.
“Thank you”, he says instead.
You look at him, brows furrowing for a brief second, eyes roaming his face and posture for something. Something he left unsaid, something he was going to say, something you wanted him to say – you weren’t sure. So you simply look him in the eyes, a small almost smirk on your face, and give him a nod before making your way back to the conference room. Leaving Hotch in his makeshift office alone with the coffee you got him, the swirling thoughts inside his head, and the ache in his chest.
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Day 5 -- Words of Affirmation
warnings: i guess a little sad? but mostly a sweet, cheesy father son heart to heart
pairing: no pairing, just hotch and jack
word count: 377
a/n: when i first saw this prompt my mind immediately went to hotch and jack. this is my first time writing for jack, but the idea just wouldn't leave me alone so here it is. let me know what you think <33
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Aaron stood at the doorway, watching his son fumble with his tie. With a smirk, he walks fully into the room and approaches Jack. “Here, let me help with that.”
“Thanks”, Jack mumbles, clearly distracted.
“Nervous?” Aaron asks as casually as possible.
“No”, he answers quickly. Too quickly. Aaron flicks his eyes up to him, one eyebrow cocked.
“Ok, yes. But it’s not that.” Jack says with a sigh, rolling his eyes lightly.
“What is it?”
“It’s just…”, he lets out another sigh, not quite sure how to continue. “Well, I have no idea what I wanna do. I don’t know where to go from here.” Jack finally admits, eyes not meeting his father’s.
“Hey, that’s ok. That’s common.”
When his son still doesn’t meet his eyes, he gives Jack’s tie a slight tug. “Jack, look at me.”
“It’s ok to not know what you want to do after high school. Most people think they know, but end up changing their minds a few times. That’s completely normal.”
“I just don’t want to let you down.” Jack mutters, so quiet Aaron almost misses it.
“Jack. I need you to listen very carefully. There is nothing, and I mean nothing that you could ever do to let me down. With everything you’ve been through, you astonish me with your persistence and spirit. You are strong - a fighter through and through. But also compassionate and gentle. You’re smart as hell and have the ability to do anything and everything.”
One corner of Jack’s mouth quirks up at that. Eyes full of emotion hearing his dads words.
Aaron continues, “You make me proud every single day. And I truly believe you can do whatever you want to do in life.”
He can see the unshed tears in his son’s eyes threatening to spill over. He grips his shoulders and stares him dead in the eye so he knows how much he means these next words. Aaron’s voice breaks slightly when he says, “Your mother would be so proud of you, Jack.”
Finally the tears in Jack’s eyes fall before he closes the distance and hugs his dad tight. Aaron’s eyes water as he holds on to Jack just as hard.
“I love you, dad.”
“I love you too, my son.”
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Day 4 -- Moonlight
warnings: like 1 cuss word
pairing: hotch x reader (no y/n)
word count: 284
a/n: heyyyy i know i'm late but in my defense, i was doing hoodrat shit with my friends lol sorry i'll try not to let it happen again but honestly no promises
anyway this is a super short and sweet (and a little cheesy if i'm being honest) one from hotch's pov cause why not! enjoy <33
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The light breathing coming from beside him is the only sound at this late hour. The slow, even in and out soothing him. It lets him know you’re here with him and safe. His gaze drifts to you laying there on your back, hair fanned out on the pillow, arms above your head.
The soft glow of the moonlight the only source of light, shining directly on your prone form.
Aaron lets his eyes roam over your face and body, overcome with emotion at the sight of you. Feeling incredibly lucky in this moment. Overjoyed he has someone like you next to him every night. Pride that he was able to make you and keep you his.
His usual constant worry about keeping you protected gone. At this moment none of that matters. Not when he gets to see you like this: so peaceful and serene; looking like a statue carved by the old masters with the way the moonlight is hitting you. All soft lines and sighs.
A strong desire to be closer overwhelms him, so Aaron reaches over to gently trace his fingers over your cheek and jaw, down your neck, and to your collarbones. You unconsciously grace him with a small hum and the tiniest smile, shifting ever so slightly closer.
The sweetness of the moment is not lost on him at all. Seeing you laying there asleep, but still smiling at the contact from him, makes his heart feel so fucking full it could burst.
Overwhelmed once again, he leans over to place a gentle, reverent kiss to your cheek. Thanking the moon and the stars and all the deities in the world that he has you in his life.
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Day 3 -- Drunken Love Confession
warnings: drinking (obvs)
pairing: hotch x reader, hotch x y/n
word count: 423
a/n: whew barely made it!! i had so many ideas for this one, but ultimately ran out of time. this is the shortened version -- i will post the longer version later when i have the time. so if it feels rushed, it's cause it very much was lol hopefully you'll enjoy it regardless <33
“It’s not that simple, Dave and you know it”, you hear the slightly slurred, slightly muffled voice of your boss say.
You’ve never seen him - well, technically at this moment you can’t see him since they are around the corner from you - this drunk before. But with how much you had all been drinking that night, you’re not surprised.
Before you continue to stumble your way to the bathroom, you hear Rossi, who also sounds worse for wear, “And why not, Aaron? Why couldn’t you just tell her how you feel?”
This stops you in your tracks. Heart rate picking up, you stay right where you are. You know you’re eavesdropping and it’s wrong, but you literally could not care less in this moment.
To say that you had a “thing” for your boss would be putting it mildly.
You knew from the beginning he was going to be a problem for you. You tried to not think about your boss in any way other than strictly professionally, which lasted a grand total of 7 and a half minutes.
Fast forward a couple of years and a ton of close proximity later, and what had started off initially as lust for the man had manifested into something completely different. Little by little, day by day, the lust and school-girl crush had morphed together and blossomed into something more. You’re not sure when exactly these feelings had started, but that one thing was for sure: you could love this man. That you did love this man.
Holding your breath for Hotch’s answer, you stay as still as you possibly can in your drunken state.
“And say what?” Hotch practically scoffs. “‘Hey Y/N, I know I’m your boss and I’ve never even hinted at my feelings toward you, but I love you, let’s get dinner?’ Get real, Dave.”
Love. Aaron had said he loved you. Your heart is pounding so hard you’re almost afraid that they can hear it.
“Love? Aaron, I didn’t -”
Aaron cuts him off before Rossi can finish his sentence. “Yea, that’s because no one was supposed to know.” Hotch finishes quietly.
You lean heavily against the wall, feeling a little weak-kneed. You release a breath you weren’t even aware you had been holding, letting your head fall back against the wall. The words from his impromptu confession wash over you, and you just can’t help the huge smile that breaks out across your face.
You guess you were going to have to do a little confessing of your own soon.
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a/n: so it doesn't end there but for the sake of getting this one in on time, i stopped it. like i said, i'll post the longer one later just for the sake of having the complete one out there anyways, thanks for reading <33
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Day 2 -- Honey
again, shout out to @doctorsteths-fluffyfeb thanks for putting this together! everything has been so gd cute so far <33
warnings: 1 cuss word (b/c i can't seem to not cuss)
pairing: hotch x reader; no use of y/n
word count: 541
a/n: day 2 let's gooooo
“‘Baby’?”
“No, too basic”
“So I guess that means ‘babe’ is out too?”
“Ugh, yes. It’s so ‘frat-boy’ sounding.”
Aaron chuckles softly as his arms wrap tighter around you. His nose pressing into the skin behind your ear, before giving a gentle kiss to the same spot.
You turn your face to look over your shoulder at your boyfriend who’s laying down behind you. It’s hard to make him out completely in this darkness as well as the awkward angle. But you can still see the light from the street lamps outside reflected in his warm eyes, the sharp cut of his cheekbone, one thick eyebrow.
“Hmm…” he hums, eyes narrowing on yours as he thinks. “What about ‘angel’?”
“God no”, you say, shifting to fully face him, nose to nose now. “That’s what my dad used to call me.”
He grimaces slightly, “Oh yea, definitely out then”.
“‘Dear’?”
You’re silent for a moment while you think it over, eyes moving up and to the right while pursing your lips.
“Nah, too old fashioned. Makes me feel like I should be wearing a dress and heels while I clean and make a roast or something.”
“Well, I wouldn’t object to that”, Aaron says while one corner of his mouth quirks up.
“Shut up”, you say, rolling your eyes and pushing your hands against his bare chest lightly.
He’s quiet for a few minutes, staring deeply into your eyes. A hint of his earlier smile still on his face.
“Honey.”
It’s uttered so softly, you almost miss it.
“What?”, you ask just to make sure you didn’t make it up.
“Honey”, he repeats. “It’s the color of your hair when the sun hits it.”
You feel your face start to warm and your stomach do a flip. Thankful for the cover of the dark, feeling embarrassed at how easily his soft words from his deep voice affect you.
Oblivious to how you’re feeling, his rich voice continues as his hand seeks out yours in the darkness, “It’s also what you were holding when we first met.” His thumb rubbing your knuckles gently.
“You remember that?”, you ask in a small, awe-filled voice.
His eyes are still on you, a serious look on his face. “Of course I remember. I remember everything about that day.”
You feel overwhelmed with the emotion swirling in your belly, lodging in your throat. He says the sweetest, most romantic thing you’ve ever heard like it’s nothing at all. Like he’s commenting on the fucking weather or something.
Aaron notices your eyes welling up, even in the dim light, because of course he would. Not much gets past him.
“What’s wrong?” The grip he has on your hand tightens while his other hand moves to cup your cheek.
“Nothing, I just…I just love it. ‘Honey’ is perfect.” You murmur as you snuggle impossibly closer to him, bumping your nose against his. “You’re perfect”, you say before closing the distance. Trying to convey all the love you feel for this man with just the press of your lips against his. If the smile you feel as your mouths move together is anything to go by, you know he understands.
Like you thought earlier - not much gets past Aaron Hotchner.
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Day 1 -- First Date
So, I've been writing for a long while now, but just recently decided to make a side blog to put all my ramblings.
Though I've had a tumblr for a loooong while now, I still don't really know how to use her lol so if I ever mess up with tags or do something annoying, just let me know! I swear I'm nice!
Anyway, my first piece is for @doctorsteths-fluffyfeb. So shout out!
Warnings: cussing (like 2 words maybe)
Pairing: Hotch x reader; no use of y/n - left it as ambiguous as possible
Word Count: 662
A/N: this is my FIRST EVER fic I'm posting to tumblr!!!!! AHHH I know!!!
Super fluffy fluff ahead
I have an AO3 that I will probably post all these to, but I'll see how brave I'm feeling later lol anyways, I hope you enjoy <33 let's talkkkkk
Hotch stood there in front of your door, waiting for you to answer. One hand gripping a bouquet of peonies and baby’s breath a bit tighter than strictly necessary. His thumb continuously rubbing over his index and middle fingers on his other hand.
After what simultaneously feels like forever and just a few seconds, he hears your footsteps making their way to the door. He unconsciously licks his lips and stands up straighter. Holding his breath in anticipation.
He feels like a fucking teenager again.
No matter how much he went over every detail in his mind, no matter how many pep talks with Rossi in his office, no matter how many times he rehearsed what he wanted to say, nothing at all prepares him for the sight of you.
You open the door with a shy smile and a soft hi and it takes all his will power to not make a fool of himself and declare his love for you right then and there.
The light from the hallway behind you shines gently on your figure creating a halo around you, making you look almost ethereal. He’s in awe. Breath literally knocked from him as he takes you in like he’s seeing you for the first time.
Hotch sees your eyebrows slightly knitted in confusion, even though a small smile dances on your face. A little too late Aaron realizes he hasn’t said a word.
Giving his head a little shake as if breaking a trance, he smiles and chuckles slightly. “I’m sorry - hi. You look…” he starts and is unable to finish while looking you up and down again, his head shaking again, unable to find the correct words.
Your head ducks down, unable to continue looking at him when he’s looking at you like that. Like you’re something precious and desirable. It’s unbearable. Unbearable and incredible. Especially coming from a man like him. You bite your lip to try and keep your face from being completely consumed by the largest smile the world’s ever seen.
“You too”, you practically whisper.
Your eyes meet, disbelieving smiles still on each other's faces. Nobody says or does anything except stares.
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Aaron holding something. Eyes finally moving from his to what’s in his hand, your eyebrows shoot up.
His eyes follow yours after a beat. “Oh, right”, he says lightly, hand extending out towards you. “These are for you.”
You can’t imagine how it was even possible, but your smile widens at the sweet gesture.
Some may have considered it old fashioned and outdated to bring a girl flowers on the first date, but you love it. It’s so very Aaron and it nearly makes you melt.
“Aaron. They’re beautiful.”
Now it’s his turn to blush. Both pleased with himself at making the correct choice by bringing you flowers in the first place, and at hearing the reverence in your voice. Seeing you so pleased and by something he did? He couldn’t hide the smile that broke out across his face.
You take the flowers and disappear into the house briefly.
You come back out, shutting the door behind you. Looking up at him quickly, a slight hesitant look on your face, before you lace your fingers with his.
A warmth spreads through Aaron’s hand, up his arm, and throughout his entire body making his breath catch in his throat. Certain you feel it too, he turns to you to see your sheepish gaze already on him.
Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth again, you let out a small, breathless chuckle, “Come on. Let’s get going.” The “before we decide to stay in” is left unsaid, but definitely felt between the two of you.
You pull him along to the sidewalk, hand in hand, talking in hushed tones as you make your way to Aaron’s car.
Both knowing this would be it. The last first date either of you would go on.
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