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hotchs-bitch · 1 year

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Fluffy Feb Day 3- Drunken Love Confession

Warnings: alcohol, the BAU being absolute menaces, less 'drunken love confession' and more 'this wouldn't happen if everyone involved was sober', getting together

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1592

Nothing good ever happens after 2 AM. It’s a universal rule, passed down by mothers to their children for generations. Everyone has heard it at least once; 2 AM is the time of mistakes and bad decisions and speaking without thinking, and that never leads to anything good.

The BAU equivalent is, Nothing good happens at Rossi’s mansion on pasta night after three bottles of wine. Or at least, it should be.

It’s nearing 2:30 AM, and you’ve counted not three, not four, but six empty bottles of red wine and countless beer cans on the countertop in the kitchen. By all known laws of the universe, it’s honestly a little weird that everyone is still laughing and chatting and having a great time with no problems arising.

Those with children have found babysitters, and are riding the high of spending the evening around adults. Everyone has a healthy buzz in their system; even Spencer, who originally gagged at the flavour of the Cabernet Sauvignon you’ve all been drinking, much to Rossi’s lack of amusement.

At any rate, you’re all good and buzzed in the living room- some of you sitting on the couch and loveseat, others on the floor- by the time Emily’s head snaps up, away from a conversation with Morgan, and she says, “Let’s play Spin The Bottle!”

“What are we, 14?” Morgan teases. “Alrighty. Pretty boy, grab an empty one and bring it over.”

Spencer starts to get to his feet, but he’s halted by Hotch’s voice. “No.” Everyone turns to look at Hotch, nestled into the loveseat you’re also sitting on.

“No? Come on. Leave the badge at the office,” Emily complains, cradling a glass of red to her chest.

Hotch just shakes his head. “No. We can’t play.” You all wait for an explanation while he takes a sip of his beer, then sets it down. “Someone kisses someone, and then the next thing you know, you aren’t getting along and it’s a problem in the field.” The explanation he gives while eyeing Rossi is slightly slurred, and you chalk that up to the beer he’s almost finished with.

“Or,” Penelope interjects, “We find love.” She draws out the word into several syllables, but Hotch isn’t faltering.

“That’s worse,” he says, and you see the crease of his eyebrows smooth out slightly before he delivers his version of a punchline. “Do you know how much extra paperwork that is for me?”

“Fine, fine.” JJ, the experienced mother and peacekeeper that she is, speaks over everyone’s chuckles. “Let’s pick a different game.”

“Ooh! We could do Truth or Dare.” Penelope wiggles her eyebrows at you. You don’t quite know what the eyebrow wiggle means, but you know you’re nervous now.

A long sip of red wine, and then you nod. “Let’s do it.”

Spencer, who has returned to his position on the floor- sitting next to the coffee table, holding wine with water mixed in, his legs folded criss-cross applesauce- speaks up. “Garcia, you should go first. It was your idea.”

Glee is apparent on her face as she points at you. “If we did play Spin The Bottle, who would you want it to land on?” She asks.

So that’s her game.

One confession from you weeks ago regarding harboured feelings, secret feelings, and Penelope is on the prowl at your first group gathering in months.

Before you can answer, Emily interjects. “You have to ask ‘truth or dare’,” she reminds Penelope. “You lose your turn. Derek, go.”

“Sorry, baby girl.” Derek gives Penelope a dramatic kiss on the back of the hand. “Hm. Hotch, truth or dare.”

It doesn’t take a profiler to observe the way your boss stiffens up. It makes sense that he does. He’s notoriously private, so he’s not likely to pick truth. But he’s the boss, the face of professionalism even while outside the office drinking beer at 3 AM, so he’s even less likely to do a stupid dare.

He takes a moment to weigh his options. “Truth.”

“Do you have a favourite one of us?” Derek waves a hand around the room, smirking at your boss like the two of them know something that no one else does. “You can’t do that dad-answer, either. You know, the ‘You’re all my favourite, I could never choose’ deal.”

Hotch's lips are pressed into a paper thin line by the time Morgan is finished speaking. “Yes, I do.”

The room explodes into a cluster of cacophony, voices shouting over each other so boisterously that you can’t tell who is saying what.

“What? You do?”

“Who is it?”

“Is it me? I bet it’s me!”

“Hey,” you hear someone say, loud enough to shush the room, and then you register that it’s your voice. “You asked if he does, not who it is. He answered the question.”

Your logic doesn’t seem to impress anyone, but it does shut them up. “Prentiss,” Hotch says after a moment- his professional boundaries haven’t ceased yet, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” She doesn’t hesitate.

“Try to go two pasta nights without suggesting we play spin the bottle,” he says drily, and you erupt into giggles at the look on Emily’s face.

You aren’t the only one; Derek snorts so hard his beer goes down the wrong pipe, and Rossi has to thump his back a few times before he’s breathing normally again.

“Fine.” Emily’s expression is sour, but she accepts her fate. Instead of arguing, she goes right for revenge. “Truth or dare, Hotch?”

“Can she do that?” You hiss to Spencer, but he just shrugs a shoulder.

Maybe you’re the only one with reservations about it because everyone else wants to know who his favourite on the team is, and that’s the obvious question if he picks truth again. Everyone looks excited, and Hotch lets them bask in it for a moment before, “Dare.”

He’s stuck between a rock and a hard place; you can understand not wanting to answer the question, but Emily’s dares are unpredictable at best and downright destructive at worst.

She’s definitely not at her best right now.

One slender finger taps her chin as though in thought, only to get an elbow in the ribs from Penelope. “Ow! Okay,” she hisses before resuming her normal speaking voice. “I dare you to kiss your favourite person on the team.”

The trepidation on his face does nothing to waver her smug grin. “This is hardly appropriate,” Hotch reminds Emily before he polishes off the rest of his beer. Maybe he’s preparing himself.

“You still have to do it.” She watches him excitedly, the team falling into silence as Hotch turns to face you.

You think you see Penelope and Derek’s hands join for a moment out of the corner of your eye- are they exchanging money?- but there’s no time to think of it before Hotch’s hand is on your cheek, gently cradling it as he presses his lips to yours.

He tastes like beer and something else that you can’t quite place, something you don’t want to bother trying to place right now. Instead of thinking about it, you pull him closer.

One of your arms wraps around his neck when he fails to break the kiss first, fingers running through the short hairs on the back of his neck as your lips glide against his. Kissing Hotch is nice, even nicer than you thought it would be, and you think it could go on for a very long time and you’d be very happy with that.

He pulls away first, his cheeks bright red as he clears his throat. “Uh…”

“Well, good thing I’m not your favourite,” Rossi jokes, and it helps to ease some of the tension. Hotch turns to Spencer, and the game continues.

The kiss doesn’t leave your mind for the next hour. You replay everything about it; the way he held you, the soft feel of his lips on yours contrasted with, well, everything about him. You certainly wouldn’t mind doing it again.

You sit there in a stupor for most of the evening, until you look around and realize that everyone has gone to sleep and Hotch is calling your name, over and over. “Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” He hesitates before touching your hand. “I didn’t mean to make you… I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Aaron.” The use of his first name catches him off guard, and you wrap your hand up in his. “Ask me.”

He raises one eyebrow at that, but doesn’t let go of your hand. “Truth or dare?” As he asks, he leans in slightly, your faces mere inches apart.

“Truth.”

“If we did play Spin The Bottle,” he echoes Penelope’s question from earlier, warm puffs of air hitting your cheek as he speaks, “Who would you want it to land on?”

You can’t help yourself; you bridge the distance, crash your lips into his as you find yourself in the same position from earlier. At least this time, you’ve got no audience. “You, idiot,” you gasp into the kiss, and Aaron smiles against your words before kissing you deeply.

“Idiot?” He pulls back to ask, eyebrows downturned in mock surprise even though he understands what you mean by it, and you both know it. “That’s hardly appropriate.”

You laugh aloud at that, one hand snaking around his neck to pull him close. He closes the distance this time, kissing you to follow his whisper of, “I love you too.”

Okay. Maybe sometimes, just sometimes, good things can happen after 2 AM.

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spacecowboyhotch · 1 year

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summary: reader lets hotch in on a tradition.

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

warnings: heights? takes place on the roof.

word count: 667

an: day 4!!!!! hotch + moonlight makes sense to me. this is more implied fluff/feelings than anything but somehow that makes it sweeter to me.

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Standing at the elevator outside of the bullpen, you press the arrow pointing up, the opposite way of the parking garage.

“That isn’t the way to your car,” A familiar, deep voice calls from behind you.

You freeze momentarily, before twirling around to face him– Hotch. The man you’ve had a crush on for far too long to admit. The man who’s your boss, completely unattainable, and theoretically perfect.

“No, it is not,” You say, with a sheepish smile on your face.

“Its late, you should get your rest. We have an early day tomorrow,” He takes a few steps forward, closing the gap between you.

“I will sir, this won’t take long at all. But, if you’re instructing me to get some rest, you need to make sure you get yours,” You say pointedly, though the smile on your face doesn’t waver.

“What won’t take long?” He asks, deflecting your suggestion with a smile.

“There’s a full moon tonight, and the view from the roof is much better than the view from my bedroom.”

Hotch looks back at the mostly empty bullpen, before glancing down at his watch. “Would you like some company?”

“Company? S-sure,” You answer easily, your cheeks warming. The grip you have on your work bag tightens as nerves flutter in your stomach. Awkwardly, you turn back towards the elevator, waiting for it to arrive.

“After you,” Hotch says once the elevator dings.

The air in the confined space is thick, and your heart beats loudly in your chest as you keep your eyes focused on how the numbers climb, up and up. Hotch stays quiet, the silence is expected, an effect that he has on people that he’s grown used to. And while you’re nervous, it isn’t uncomfortable– there’s been plenty of time where the two of you have sat in the others’ presence. This is just another time.

You take the initiative once off the elevator, leading him up the last flight of steps that leads to the roof entrance. The entire roof is bathed in moonlight, leaving an ethereal glow that Hotch didn’t know was possible. When he glances over at you he can’t help but smile– your eyes are bright, you grin wide as you walk up to the ledge of the building and lean on it.

He joins you, looking up at the moon with a wonder he’s never held before, “Is this something that you do often?”

You glance over at him before lifting your face up to the moonlight as if it's the sun, “When we’re home for it, yeah.”

“It's important to you,” He observes.

“It's a tradition my best friend and I started when we were younger– I don’t get to see her as much anymore.”

He grows quiet again, his eyes flickering between you and the bright white orb that hangs in the sky. The sentiment, you bringing him here and sharing something so important, so intimate makes his heart stir. It isn't an unfamiliar feeling that you bring him, sometimes just the sight of your smile evokes it.

“Well thank you,” He finally says.

“What for?”

“Letting me in on the tradition– I’m simply your boss.”

“You aren’t just my boss,” You say quietly. You don’t look over at him, don’t make another sound or hold your breath as if you said something earth shattering though you have.

Hotch inhales sharply, keeping his eyes on the moon, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He reaches over, placing his hand over yours– it's warmer than you anticipated, especially with the soft chill of the night. You turn your hand over, lacing your fingers through his before you lean your head on his shoulder with a soft sigh. Several moments pass, the two of you looking up at the moon, feeling the breath of the other. Hotch bends to press what must be the softest kiss to your forehead, before resting his head on top of yours. And somehow, you swear the moon shines brighter.

hotch taglist: @laurensprentiss, @honeybrowne, @hotchs-bitch, @lesbianhotch, @rousethemouse, @greg-montgomery

#aaron hotchner x reader #reader x aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner blurb #doctorstethsfluffyfeb #fluffy feb #arson writes

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fluffyfebruary · 1 year

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Thanks for running Fluffy February over the years.

Is Fluffy February happening this year? If so, when will prompts be posted?

I'm not sure. Jack is unable to run the event this year. And I have a lot on my plate at the moment. I loved participating in 2021 and running it in 2022. I would love to do it again. I'm just not sure if I'll have the energy. If you would like to help out in running the event please message me @incognito-insomniac to discuss

#Fluffy Feb

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liberacesghost · 1 year

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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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yuly · 1 year

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Fluffy February Day 24: Candle

Aaron Hotchner x female reader

cw: mentions of grief and loss, childhood memories

-> In which Aaron takes it upon himself to keep the memory of your grandmother alive

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

You've told Aaron countless times about the candle that reminds you of your grandmother and brings back the sweetest childhood memories. He listens attentively as you lay your head in his lap and describe how she would always light that candle whenever you came to visit, declaring it was a sweet scent fit for a sweet girl. The scent translated into a warm sense of comfort and serenity for you growing up. You’ve spent a good chunk of your adult life looking for something similar, but nothing comes close.

The end of February has always been difficult for you as it marks the birthday you and your late grandmother share. You enjoy talking about her, and sharing those memories makes you feel closer to her.

“Describe it for me,” he says softly. Your eyes light up as you rave about the creamy, fresh-scented candle that once was. Aaron always indulges you no matter how repetitive it may be, he knows how much it means to you. Each time you tell the story, it's like his first time hearing it.

After wrapping up a case in Denver, he stays back to stop by one of the most renowned candle-making facilities in the country. He spends three hours carefully selecting scents and crafting the candle to perfection, hoping it comes close to the original.

When you come home the next day, ready to hop into the shower, you stop dead in your tracks as the soft smell of gardenia and sandalwood transports you back to your grandmother's home. Suddenly, you’re a child again, tugging on her apron, begging for more raw cookie batter to snack on.

You immediately burst into tears, unable to move from the front door.

“Hey, what’s wrong, Angel?” he pulls you in for a tender hug and sets your bag down.

“Aaron h-how did you,” you hiccup between tears, overcome with emotion.

His shoulders visibly slump forward as he gently thumbs your tears away. “I had the candle remade according to your memories, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m-”

You interrupt him with a sweet kiss.

“I can’t believe you, Aaron, it's perfect, it's perfect.”

His dedication and undying love will never cease to amaze you.

#doctorstethsfluffyfeb #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x female reader #fluffy february #writer prompts #doctorsteths fluffy feb

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sommerregenjuniluft · 4 months

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ok but au where sirius goes straight to remus after he breaks out of azkaban and idk polyjuices/transfigures himself and acts as remus’ wife so that he can accompany him to hogwarts and get to know harry??😭 like, just a teacher and his tinkering, 26794 hobbies having, slightly nuts in ur head but enjoying his newfound freedom (male)wife that follows his moony around like a puppy, gazing at that scrawny sickly looking mf with the most lovestruck hearteyes and saying the most out of pocket shit at the worst times khgggjj

#well aware of the fact that it would def not be that fluffy but ay a girl can dream right?#wolfstar #wolfstar fic #saw the new microfic prompt sheet for feb and had a Vision #old dogs

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doctorsteths-fluffyfeb · 1 year

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hello friends! i'm so excited you're here. I've decided to put a little something together for us creatives for the month of February. This is open to all fandoms and creatives of all types, whether you write, make fan art, mood boards, or anything else! I'm so excited to see what you create.

Obviously February is a while off, but I wanted to get this posted for anyone who wants to get a head start on content for the month. Please know that all are welcome to participate in as few or as many days as they would like!

please read the rules here. This blog will reblog all content posted to the tag #doctorstethsfluffyfeb. You can also tag this blog in the work!

Prompt list under the cut

first date

honey

drunken love confession

moonlight

words of affirmation

person A knowing person B's coffee order

picnic

moving in together

pine

acts of service

formal event

jewel

getting unready

Valentines Day

quality time

person A washing person B's hair

holiday tradition

grumpy

vacation

physical touch

chill

kitchen

memory

candle

gift

family

snow

artists choice

#doctorsteths fluffy feb #for writers #for creatives #fanfic #fanfiction #writing prompts #prompts #prompt #prompt challenge

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hey-color-palettes · 1 year

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A color palette for a brownish fluffy bunny?

d6b393 || #ece2dc || #dac0b5 || #d69d6b || #8c6948

#brownish fluffy bunny palette #color palette #yellow #white #brown #request #feb 19

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darkdragon768 · 6 months

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Hey, it's me!

(was about time that I do a ref for my fursona)

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hotchs-bitch · 1 year

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Fluffy Feb Day 27- Snow

Warnings: getting together, only one bed trope except I as the author provided 2 beds and they do it to themselves, Canada (which was supposed to be realistic but comes across as satire. No judging me unless you are also Canadian), some 18+ implications but nothing happens

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 4.1k (i went crazy :/)

A/N: Honestly I've either made up or researched everything I've put in a fic about America so it was a nice change to just Know Things (although I am not from the province where this takes place). Also in my mind this is a continuation to Day 9- Pine

Once again, bonus points if you can figure out which Taylor Swift song I was listening to when writing this

Cases have taken you all over the country, face to face with some of the worst serial killers that America has ever seen. Much less often, they take you to Canada.

Specifically, in the case of a psychopath who skipped borders after killing in two states almost a decade ago and resumed his killing spree further north now, they occasionally take you to the middle of Nowheresville, Saskatchewan, Canada. In the dead of winter.

“Hey, folks.” The chief of police greets you all- well, most of you, since Rossi and Prentiss are already out on the field- with a friendly wave, shaking Hotch’s hand. “Chief McCartney. Sorry to make y’all take a trip up here, but we sure can use the help.”

“The FBI has been searching for the unsub for some time,” Hotch answers as their hands part. “The case has been assumed cold for several years by the Bureau, so we’re grateful you reached out. Two of my agents are at the latest crime scene already.”

“Where should we set up?” JJ asks, and the chief leads you to a conference room. “And, er, speaking of cold…”

You’re all very cold, just from the drive from the airstrip to the station. You’d seen people snowmobiling past the road, and JJ had marvelled aloud wondering how they could bear to be out in this weather. It’s not surprising that she’s the first one to bring up the chilly air in the precinct with her parka still zipped up to her chin.

McCartney snaps his fingers like he’s remembered something important. “Y’all must be freezing, eh? Let me rustle up a space heater, get you nice and toasty.”

The fact that he’s wearing a button-down shirt and a light jacket isn’t lost on any of the experienced profilers in the room. “You’re not cold?” Derek asks, half in disbelief. “Man, I grew up in Chicago and I can’t feel my toes right now.”

“We hit minus 30’s a few weeks back,” McCartney says, wincing. “Sorry, I didn’t even think of it. Guess we’re all used to it around here by now.”

“Minus…” You glance at Spencer, who’s locked and loaded with an answer.

“Negative 30 degrees Celsius is about negative 22, Fahrenheit,” he reports. “I’d estimate we’re closer to negative 31 degrees Farenheit, though.”

“He’s smart. Windchill’s pushing us a little under,” McCartney confirms. “I’ll go get that space heater. Y’all settle in, and I’ll have one of my officers bring over the files ASAP.”

You ‘settle in’ as best you can, poring over the case with your team while wrapped in thick sweaters and cradling to-go cups of coffee. They’re branded with the Tim Hortons logo from the traveller case that one of the officers brings for you along with the files and a box of donut holes labelled ‘Timbits’. The space heater sits in the corner of the room, slowly bringing the space to a temperature that you’re all used to.

Hotch takes the first sip of his coffee without adding anything into it, his face screwing up at the taste. “It’s not too good when it’s black,” the officer tells him. “Sorry, should’ve warned you. Try a double double, it’s way better.”

“Here, I’ve got it.” You take Hotch’s coffee from him, adding in two little packets of sugar and two creamer cups while he watches you. “Better?” He stirs it and takes a sip, deliberating.

The second sip must be miles better than the first. “It’s not as bitter. I think that’s all I can ask for,” he murmurs while he takes a seat next to you, and you smirk.

He’s wearing the same quarter-zip that made an appearance when you went to Alaska, and he seems relatively warm. Lucky him. The less-built members of your team, particularly JJ and Spencer, have rosy cheeks and keep sticking their hands in their pockets to warm them. Poor Spencer goes through several cups of coffee in mere hours, a weak attempt to warm himself from the inside out.

Nearing the end of the day, you all pack up your things. There haven’t been any more murders today, but the information gleaned from the crime scenes helps you add to the profile. The unsub has a pattern of striking each week, probably to gauge how close the investigation is to catching him during the cooldown period, and he hasn’t strayed from the pattern since resurfacing.

You trudge to the hotel across the street from the police station- this town is so tiny that you don’t think it’s made up of anything other than a main street and rows of suburbia housing- in the pitch-black, wind whistling by your ears and freezing them. The sun went down several hours ago even though it’s only nearing seven PM, and the dark doesn’t lift anyone’s spirits.

“Get some rest,” Hotch says while he hands out room keys in the hotel lobby, speaking over the sound of chattering teeth. It’s more of an order than a request. “We’re at the station bright and early tomorrow, and I want you all rested and ready to work.”

The room key in your hands leads you down a hallway to a door that you unlock right as Hotch turns the corner. “119, right?” He clarifies, and you nod. “Alright. You’re with me.”

“Sounds good.” Your voice sounds cool and even, and you’re sort of proud of yourself for keeping it together after finding out that you’re sharing a hotel room with your very kind, very attractive boss. You’ve shared a room with him before, but it’s a battle of willpower to appear normal every time.

The hotel room is decently nice, and it’s warmer than you expected. Two queen-sized beds share a nightstand, and there’s a desk with a coffeemaker on it pressed up to the wall next to the TV. It’s a standard hotel room, a setup you’re familiar with. The heater under the window is whirring, filling the room with blissfully warm air- almost too warm- that has you shedding your jacket as Hotch sets his go bag on one bed and his briefcase on the desk.

“No working,” you remind him, your tone as scolding as it is light-hearted. “Bright and early, remember?”

Hotch snorts at that, then takes off his quarter-zip sweater. “We’ll be six bitter coffees deep before the sun comes up,” he says, but you struggle to hear a single word out of his mouth when you see his biceps through the thin white material of his shirt. He’s been covered up all day, and you haven’t hit your daily quota of staring at his arms.

It’s been a hard day, particularly for that reason.

“I’m going to shower,” Hotch says after a moment, discarding his fleece on the desk chair. He picks up his go bag, and the bathroom door closes behind him a moment later.

By the time he re-enters, wearing flannel pajamas pants and a white shirt, you’re fiddling with the heater. It seems to be broken, and when you turn the dial to blow cold air in the room it only seems to come out a few degrees cooler.

“The blanket’s really heavy,” you warn as he gets into his own bed. You can’t believe you’re overheating at negative-a-million degrees, but the combined weight of the duvet and warm air blowing steadily into the room is reminiscent of falling asleep in Arizona rather than the snowy north. “Something’s wrong with the heater.”

“I’ll try to manage,” he responds with a dry smile before pulling the blanket over himself. It lands on him with a solid sound, thick duvet against chest, and a soft ‘oof’, and you count to three in your head before he says, “Okay, you were right.’

“Aren’t I always?” You pull your own duvet down when you get into bed, leaving yourself covered with the top sheet of the bedspread. He stays underneath his blankets, not shifting them while you reach out and turn the lamp off.

Falling asleep has never been so difficult. Without the thick duvet, you’re curled into a ball within five minutes when the slightly colder air fills the room. With it, you’re sweating so much that it’s a wonder you aren’t sliding right off the bed. One leg pokes out from under the heavy covers, but it feels like the only part of your body that’s at a closer-to-normal temperature while the rest of you overheats. You toss and turn, falling asleep briefly every once in a while for maybe ten minutes at a time.

It’s a little embarrassing, actually. Your blanket and sheet are lifted and shifted so many times that you have to hope you aren’t waking Hotch up, even when you move as quietly as possible. The only sound in the air is the wind whistling and fabric shifting, louder than you thought possible.

Around 1 AM, hours after trying to fall asleep, you’ve all but given up. You’re considering getting to work on the file by lamplight, or just stripping down naked under the thick blankets. What other option do you have?

That’s when you hear a grunt from the other bed, and Hotch’s outline shifts in bed. You can see him move around, lifting up like he’s flipping over his pillow. In the barely-there lighting from a streetlamp, you notice that his duvet is ruffled and partially folded over itself. It looks like he’s been tossing and turning, just like you.

“Aaron,” you whisper once he’s still. It’s quiet; he can pretend not to hear you if he’s close to falling asleep, and you won’t be offended.

When he responds, his voice is gruff and just as loud as it was in the precinct today. “Yeah?”

“Can’t sleep?” It’s a stupid question, you realize as soon as it leaves your mouth. He isn’t sleeptalking, after all.

He doesn’t call you out on it, but just sighs instead. “No. It’s not working too well for me. I’m really hot.”

Yeah, you are, you want to say, but the logical side of your brain beats the sentence back with a stick before you can say it out loud. “Me too. How do you think everyone else is doing?

“Better than us, I hope.” He sits up in bed slightly; you can tell from the rustling and the dim outline. “I’m sure Dave has some kind of temperature-controllable blanket with him.”

“Spencer probably researched the best kind of pajamas to bring,” you joke back, and Aaron chuckles at that.

“Morgan probably worked out before bed and didn’t need any blankets,” he murmurs, and you snicker.

“JJ and Emily are probably cuddling for warmth.”

Why did you say that? The high altitude- the provincial average is roughly 1700 feet above sea-level, Spencer would tell you- combined with the restlessness is probably getting to you.

Aaron clears his throat, and you cough. Neither of you seems to know what to say, so he speaks first. “As long as they don’t tell me anything. It’s a lot of paperwork, for that sort of… fraternization.”

“Well, I mean. If they’re just doing it to keep warm, that’s got to be an exception,” you point out.

“I.. suppose so, yes. As long as nothing further were to happen, two agents just trying to keep each other warm isn’t inappropriate. They… we all need to be professional.”

He sounds hesitant now, speaking carefully like he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing. You wonder if he’s dancing around the same thought as you. If he is, is he trying to avoid it? Or does he not want to say it first?

“So, by that logic…” you trail off, waiting for Aaron to say something. He can say anything now. He can cut you off, bid you goodnight again, or even ask you to go bunk with Rossi, but he doesn’t.

The fact that he also isn’t exactly not encouraging you doesn’t disembolden you at all. “Yes?”

“Well. You know,” you murmur. “I’m just saying that if it’s completely professional… and if it’s helping them sleep, and therefore be more well-rested to catch a serial killer tomorrow…”

“What are you saying?” He isn’t really asking. You can hear his smirk as clearly as wind whistling through the trees outside your window. “I think you need to clarify for me.”

Your huff of annoyance is more forced than it sounds. “I’m saying that if we sleep in the same bed we might be able to actually sleep. Body heat, and all that.”

Aaron’s voice is softer now, less sure than when he teased you just a minute ago. “Are you comfortable with that?”

“If it’s okay with you, then it’s okay with me,” you promise. The only sound in the room for a moment is both of you breathing, and you wonder if he can hear your heart thumping against your ribcage. What are you doing?

“Alright,” Aaron agrees after a long moment, pushing the duvet down to the foot of his bed. “Does it matter what side you sleep on?”

You get out of your own bed, and murmur, “No,” as he rolls over to make room for you. He lifts the top sheet up and you slide in under it, curling up. There’s still some distance between you, and you try to maintain it; he’s the one who’s concerned about things being ‘inappropriate’, after all. There’s no need for him to know that your heart is beating so fast that it feels like it’s about to jackhammer out of your chest.

“Goodnight,” you mumble as soon as your head hits the pillow. His body heat is like a furnace, warming you up perfectly from a foot away, and the thin sheet is warm like it’s been waiting for you to climb in. He says something under his breath- ‘goodnight’, maybe- but it’s been such a long day that you fall asleep in what feels like seconds without responding.

When you wake up to the sound of Aaron’s phone alarm, you’re much less than a foot away from each other in the warmest bed you’ve ever known. He’s curled up against your back, one of his arms slung around your waist to hold you to his chest. Previous experience with room-sharing tells you that he doesn’t wake up at the first alarm- he usually sets two or three, a few minutes apart- and you’ve got a couple of minutes to just be.

The sound of the alarm grates on you, but it must be on a timer because it stops ringing after a minute or so, and you relax back into Aaron. His cheek is resting against the back of your head, and you can hear his steady breaths in time with the rise and fall of his chest against you. It feels good, it feels right to wake up like this. You don’t want it to end, but you know that it has to.

When the second alarm goes off, he rouses with a little startle, like he doesn’t remember where he is. The arm around your waist tightens, just for a moment, as his body relaxes into yours. Soft as a whisper, you could swear that you feel warm lips brush the shell of your ear before he pulls his arm away and sits up.

The room is just as dark now as it was a few hours ago, and Aaron manages to fumble for his phone and quiet the alarm before he speaks. His voice is raspier than it was in the middle of the night when he checks the time and then says, “It’s almost a quarter to seven. Er, did you sleep well?”

“Very.” You yawn as you sit up, stretching both arms above your head. “I wouldn’t complain about a couple more hours, though. That whole same-bed thing works wonders.”

Aaron yawns too, turning away to grab his go-bag as he stands up. “I’m glad to hear it. You can go shower. I’ll change out here.”

“Deal.” You gather your own things when you get to your feet, disappearing into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Your mind is already on the case, pushing aside all thoughts of sleep arrangements and large arms holding you close in favour of your job. When you exit the bathroom, Aaron is already gone.

When you meet with the team in the lobby, you find out that he headed to the station right away to get ahead on the case. Everyone bundles up before walking back to the precinct; the walk is no warmer than it was last night, and fresh snow begins to fall just as you get to the doors of the precinct.

Once you find your way to the same room as yesterday, you find Hotch already there, dressed in yesterday’s fleece. He’s got a Tim Horton’s cup in one hand, and he sips it while staring, perplexed, at the geographic profile. “Good morning,” he greets everyone at once. “Reid, I was thinking. If we intersect his old hideout parameters from Minnesota and Georgia with his murders here, then…” their chatter fades into white noise as you turn your attention to the files lining the tables.

The first hour passes in a blur, the conference room lit only by harsh overhead fluorescents as you trade theories and examine new evidence provided by the local officers. The clock is just announcing the arrival of 9 AM, the sky beginning to brighten slightly, when you realize that you need coffee.

You’ve got the same setup as yesterday in that regard, too. One of the officers must have picked up a fresh traveller for you, evidenced by the steam rolling off of the coffee that Hotch is pouring for himself. “How’s it going?” He asks, stirring two creams and two sugars into his coffee.

“No big break yet, but I’m sure we’re close. We’re going to get this guy soon,” you promise, and Hotch nods at that. “I wanted to thank you again. For, you know. Helping me sleep last night.”

“It was no trouble,” he assures you, fiddling with the stir stick in his hand. “It was helpful for me, too.”

“And, hey.” You lower your voice a bit, and Hotch leans in to hear you better. “Maybe we can do it again tonight. You know, if that’s okay with you.”

He gives you a smile, that tight-lipped one you’re used to seeing around the office. “It’s alright with me. I just don’t want to… well, I’m your boss. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. It has no impact on my views of your professionalism.”

There’s that word again. You wish he could be a little less professional, for once. But he’s right, he’s your boss, and there are certain things he can’t say first. Your profiling skills tell you that he still wants to say them though. “Well, what happens in Canada can stay in Canada,” you half-jest.

“It can, if you want it to,” he murmurs. He still hasn’t taken a sip of his coffee, and he hands the cup to you while he pours a second one. “The sun will be coming up, soon.”

He’s right. Pale orange is streaking the sky through the large conference room window, tracing pink lines around the edge of the sun that’s just starting to peek up into the prairie sky. The snow is still falling, painting a picturesque image in the sky “It’s gorgeous,” you comment, taking a sip of your coffee. Without taking your eyes off the sky, you step a little closer to Hotch.

“Yes,” he agrees, holding his coffee in his right hand. His left rests on the table that your back is against, and it might be wishful thinking, but you think that he would wrap that arm around you again if there were no one else around. “It certainly is.”

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“Longest week of my life,” Emily complains as soon as you’re airborne, a mere three days later. The unsub has been apprehended and is in federal custody of the country you’re returning home to. “But those beds were insanely comfortable. I haven’t slept that well in months.”

You and Aaron exchange a glance, a double-layered inside joke about why Emily slept so well and why exactly you both slept so well for several nights in a row.

The last four nights have brought with them some of the best rest of your life. You’ve grown familiar with the feeling of Aaron’s arms around you in the morning, and by day three he stopped jerking them away as soon as he woke up.

That was the same day he asked you out, his gaze averted while he fiddled with a gold-coloured coin that he had received as change when he went out to buy a coffee. You had agreed, of course, and had assured him more than once that it didn’t matter that he’s your boss. You want him, and you have for ages.

On the fourth day, just this morning, he had held you a little tighter when he woke up and rumbled, “Morning, baby,” against your ear. If he hadn’t felt your heart beating around in your chest before, he had certainly felt it then.

Despite the fact that you’ve got a date planned with the man you’ve been cuddling for the better part of a week, you’re ready to tease Emily for cuddling JJ, before Spencer chimes in.

“I thought that the beds were quite comfortable, also. According to Sheriff McCartney, they’re primarily a transit town, which runs on a completely different economic structure than a transit village. The economy depends on truckers and people on road trips or similar travel to sleep in their hotels and eat at their restaurants,” he explains. “It’s fascinating, actually; transit towns pour the majority of their resources into making sure travellers making one-night stays enjoy themselves enough that they take the same route on the way home, thus giving the town more business.”

“The only business I want from that town is the name of whoever supplies those blankets,” Derek says, grinning. “That thing was so heavy, it was like getting crushed to sleep. Exactly what I needed with all that cool air blowing in.”

“Your room wasn’t too hot?” You ask, your nose scrunching up. “I think the heat was broken in mine. It was just hot air the whole time, every night. Way too hot to sleep.”

“Ours was like that on the first night,” JJ recalls, and Emily nods in agreement. “It was awful.”

“Right?” You complain, sinking further down into your seat. Hotch is sitting to your right, his face an impassive mask while he watches the exchange. “Let me guess, you guys shared a… uh…”

Your teasing falters when the look on both JJ's and Emily’s faces tells you that, no, they did not share a bed, and you’ve just implied your solution to the heater problem. “We used the other blankets,” Emily says slowly, her eyes narrowing. “Didn’t you?”

“Oh! Oh, the other blankets. Yeah, the ones in the nightstand.” You nod along, your mortification growing in time with JJ’s smirk.

“They were in the closet,” she corrects you, obviously trying not to laugh. “I guess we know how you and Hotch stayed warm.”

You don’t need to look at your boss’- boss? Friend? Lover? You aren’t too sure right now- face to know that his cheeks are dusted rosy pink. “It wasn’t like that,” you protest to deaf ears as Derek whoops and high-fives Emily.

“About time,” he snickers at the look on your face. “So, when’s the first date?”

“It’s not-” you start to say, but Hotch speaks before you can.

“Friday.”

Your eyes widen and you turn to him. He raises one shoulder and smiles, like What was I supposed to say? “Friday,” you relent a moment later.

Derek is still grinning ear to ear like a maniac, and even Spencer cracks a smile when Aaron snakes one arm slowly around your waist. The sun is rising on one side of the jet, and the orange glow illuminates his face.

For one suspended moment, everything is perfect. You’ve got a date for this Friday, you’re more well-rested than you’ve felt in ages, and your team doesn’t seem to care that you and your boss are much closer than you were a couple of weeks ago. It’s a blissful moment to you, and it’s only broken by Emily’s gleeful not-quite-a whisper to JJ. “Penelope is going to be pissed that she missed this.”

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summary: a continuation of this series— hotch and reader have their first official date.

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

warnings: reader is gn but wears a dress otherwise we are chillin.

word count: 415

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Aaron hasn’t been this nervous since the day Jack was born. His mind hadn’t reeled this way in the face of the Reaper, his brow hadn’t broken a sweat until he’d had to fight.

But here he is, preparing for your first date and his palms are slick, a bead of sweat always sitting at his temple. He’s grateful that this date will take place indoors in the comfort of his home but despite the love you’d both confessed for each other not even 48 hours ago, anxiety sits heavy in his belly.

What if you’ve come to your senses? What if you want to fight this again?

His train of thought is cut off but a knock at his apartment door. He takes a deep breath and lowers the AC, again. Wiping at his brow and running his hands along the front of his jeans, he answers the door, hoping that the impassive mask he’s so used to putting on is working.

You grin up at Aaron easily, dressed in the softest pink sundress he’s ever seen.

“You’re nervous,” You point out immediately, noticing the way his jaw strains.

“You can tell,” He grumbles as he steps aside to let you in.

“I can see you, Aaron, it’s what got us here in the first place,” You say as you step inside. A chill runs through you and you wrap your arms around him, enjoying his warmth. “It’s fucking freezing in here.”

At the feeling of your arms around him Aaron relaxes, pulling you closer. All of his doubts melt away— he shouldn’t have had them in the first place. But who is he if he doesn’t always prepare for the worst. He rests his head on top of yours, and for a moment the two of you just stand there, pressed firmly against the other.

“I’m not going anywhere,” You breathe against the warm skin of his neck.

“I know.”

You pull away, cupping his face in the palm of your hand, “Do you? Did I fight so long that you think this isn’t real?”

“I know it’s real, I do.”

You give him a look as if you’re not completely convinced and he bends, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss so tender it could make you cry.

“I know,” He says again, more firmly this time.

“Then let’s have our first date,” You say breathlessly, lips quirked into a smile. The chill from earlier is gone, replaced with his warmth.

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#banana fish #ash lynx #cat day #midnite art #midnite bfish #originally drawn feb 2022 #drawing the fluffy lil cat ears killed me #getting pretty close to the recent stuff now heh

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liberacesghost · 1 year

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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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potatoesandsunshine · 4 months

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now. if i really sit down and focus. i could finish this story before the month ends

#i wanna do cute fluffy valentines stuff in feb. i wanna finish this fic!!#anna's fic notes #the outline is as done as it'll ever be and the first 2k is solid. there's just like. 5k more words needed.

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BTS fic recs: April 2024

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty or dark as hell, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love! Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | 💜 | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄.

⭐Heart got Teeth @ugh-yoongi [12k] // knj x f.reader // enemies to fwb to lovers // 🥵😂

📝 (or, the one where namjoon meets his match and isn’t quite sure how to handle you.)

🗨️ wow okay, love, love, love this one 😭 it’s mainly from Namjoon’s pov, which is amazing, like all he observes about oc… Gosh and their back and forth teasing, witty banter and the dynamic between dominance and losing control— so good, ugh! 🥵 It’s amazing, so if you haven’t read this one yet, I highly recommend it ✨💯

I know I didn’t get to read so much Namjoon this month, so here’s a small list of what I didn’t get to read this month and stories that I’m excited to read— you can also find Namjoon’s old birthday rec list ✨

The Sheriff @ppersonna

Solace @m-yg93

Dino-Mite (ft. Taehyung) @chimcess

Castaways @rmnamjoons

To Tame a Fox @jamaisjoons

I know. I know. I never read enough Seokjin, and I’m really trying here 😭 I’ll share a list of what I’m looking forward to read, or you can check out my Seokjin birthday rec list ✨

Fast Lane @yminie

Cherry Topper @kth1 (@kth1fics)

Stuck with You @taleasnewastime

Off Limits (series) @floralseokjin

Christmas Warfare @gimmethatagustd

⭐Want a Taste @suga-kookiemonster [18.3k] // myg x f.reader // f2l, shopping mall!au // 🥰🥵😂

📝 pretzel pro. most skillful tongue in the food court world. allegedly. that’s what Yoongi keeps telling you, anyway. of course, you’re reasonably skeptical of his claims—but if there’s one thing that motivates the notoriously-lethargic man, it’s proving skeptics wrong.

🗨️ KDJHGFDKJGAHDFKJHL I don’t know where to start with this one! First, a new favorite of mine 💜 It was so fucking cute, so sugary fluffy, a loved the slow buildup between Yoongi and MC. Like, it was so damn perfect 😭 Their banter, their teasing, their friendship, how MC helps him, and how they are there for each other 💗💯 A masterpiece, perfection, and the writing was also amazing, just as the story and plot!!

⭐Wine [completed series] @junghelioseok // myg x f.reader // coworkers!au, restaurant!ua // 🥰🥵😂

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🗨️ OMG THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING!!!! The smut, the writing, the build-up is fucking incredible ✨💯

⭐Warm @ctrlhope [3.6k] // myg x f.reader // omegaverse!au, established relationship // 🥰🥵

📝 the second yoongi steps into your apartment, any hope for a quiet night in instantly vanishes from his mind.

🗨️ omg 🥵 it’s been such a long time since I’ve read anything omegaverse/a/b/o and fuck this was so good 😭 so well written, the words just flowed and omg they’re both omegas and so needy, fuck, I loved it so much 💖🥹💯

My poor Hobi— didn’t get to read any of all those I had planned to read this month 😭 So here’s a list of stories that I am planning to read. You are also welcome to check out this year’s Hobi birthday rec list ✨

Plant Boy @gukyi

Crash Landing @mininky

Best Fucking Friends (ft. Jimin) @back2bluesidex

The Retreat @ugh-yoongi

Safety Zone @btsgotjams27

⭐Under the Spell of a Demon’s Touch @jeonggukingdom [14.8k] // pjm x f.reader // incubus!au, cheating!au, established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 you had believed, for your entire life, that creatures of the underworld were only a myth but you were proven wrong by the existence of Jimin. He is, according to his definition, a smaller type of Fae called Incubus. A creature of sex. Someone that can only live and strive as long as his sexual appetite is satiated every day. And Incubi are known in all of their myths to be insatiable and ravenous creatures.

🗨️ do you want to cry? 😭😭😭 This was devastatingly beautiful and so fucking sad! It was very hard for me to read because of all the cheating (I really don’t read those, because I don’t enjoy them). But this has been on my list since forever and I like the author 🥹 though, I will say that I appreciate it for the plot, so fucking sad and the writing is so wonderfully beautiful ✨ I am sure someone else might find it to their taste, which is why I recommend 💖

It is so freaking sad though, like I cried. A lot. Hauntingly beautiful, though I don’t want them to be together, because they both be hurting each other so much 😭💔

⭐The Ten Days of Ex-Mas: pt1 + pt2 @kpopfanfictrash [44.6k] // pjm x f.reader // holiday!au, second chance!au, hockey!au, exes to loves // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling. Jimin Park, star right winger of the NHL and (until recently), the love of your life, has a very large problem. Despite the courage he regularly shows on the ice, in his personal life, Jimin is kind of a coward. When you broke up this fall, he could barely admit it. Not to his neighbors. Not to his friends. Not even to his family, who are expecting him home for Christmas. In a desperate plea for more time, Jimin begs you to pretend you’re still dating – and to his surprise, you agree. Faced with a second chance, Jimin is determined not to squander it. If only fixing a relationship were as easy as falling in love.

🗨️ okay. Okay. Okay. *deep calm breaths* —THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY GOOD, I truly don’t know where to begin! The plot? The hurt/anger? Their chemistry? Their sexiness? Fuck, like everything in this is making it a beautiful masterpiece 💯💖 I really love how each of them thinks about what happened with their relationship, are working to get better, though Jimin should have been honest about his intentions for the trip, everything was just so fucking amazing 😭 I really loved the aspect of self reflection, seeking therapy, working through it and all that— really payed of for the characters! Loved it, it was so good 💜

Jimin, my man 😭 I’m really disappointed in myself this month— so here’s a few I’m excited to read, but didn’t get to this month. You can also check out Jimin’s birthday rec list from last year ✨

Secrets by the Shore @chateautae

Into the Wilderness @gukyi

⭐Pour Up @jungkxook [14k] // kth x f.reader + jjk x f.reader // fuckboy!au, threesome // 🥵

📝 sleeping with both notorious frat boys kim taehyung and jeon jungkook doesn’t sound so bad ━ especially when you’re drunk and faded.

🗨️ omg omg omg omg 🥵😭 So much smut, so beautiful and so freaking detailed, WHAT!? This was incredible, okay, if you haven’t read this one yet, please go and give it a read 🥹💯

⭐Bodyguard (there’s a pt 2) @yoonpobs [2.7k] // kth x f.reader // e2l, bodyguard!au // 🥵

📝 you protect taehyung from people but forget about the biggest threat. yourself.

🗨️ this part is just as good as the first part 😭 The sexual tension is so high, and oh my, it is so fucking hot 🥵 It is such an amazing series 💯 It’s a shame that it probably won’t be continued (the author is on hiatus), but the two parts that are up are so good! 💖

⭐Dick on the Go @jeonggukingdom [20.7k] // kth x f.reader // bf2l // 🥰🥵😂

📝 it was all shits and giggles when you and Taehyung were desperate seniors in High School, having no idea what to do with your lives, wondering if you’d ever find a decent job or even graduate in the first place. It is not so funny anymore when you come home from the big city to enjoy your vacation time and you find his sex-shop right in front of the house you grew up in when you were a kid. “If nothing works out I’m just gonna open a sex shop and call it something obnoxious like ‘Dick on the Go’ or something with a stupid zucchini logo flashing on top of the building.” He had said one time. Shit, you had no idea he actually meant it.

🗨️ kinda late to the party— but holy fuck this is insanely good and so funny 🥵😭

⭐When Worlds Collide [ongoing series] @letjungcoook7 [currently loading…] // jjk x f.reader // college!au, slice of life!au, s2l, fuckboy!jk, virgin!reader // 🥵🌩️

📝 since your mother's passing a year ago, life has been a whirlwind. balancing your passion for ballet with a low-key presence at college, where you’re the top student, was your norm until Jungkook stepped into your world. known for his reputation preceding him, jungkook is the talk of the campus with his casual rendezvous that have the girls buzzing. despite his allure, you're puzzled by his need for your tutoring prowess, especially given his own academic merit. yet, succumbing to his persistent requests, you reluctantly agree, only to find yourself thrust into the spotlight you've always avoided.

🗨️ I’m still reading this amazing story (there’s five parts out) and it’s so damn interesting— like, there’s a lot of drama and angst and I really love it🔥

⭐Chasing Cars (teaser) [ongoing series] @oddinary4bts [currently loading…] // jjk x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, forbidden love!au, college!au, slice of life!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

🗨️ only the teaser has been posted (1k words though!) and it is so fucking amazing, like everything Ella writes. The first chapter drops on 10th of May, so please, go read it, add yourself to the taglist, and please let Ella know how excited you are for it! I already know this series is going to be epic ✨💯

⭐Milkin’ Days @wwilloww [3.9k] // jjk x f.reader // cowboy!au, cowboy stripper!jungkook // 🥵😂😂

📝 when the charming but mysterious cowboy Jungkook approaches you, you are positively smitten, drawn to him like a horse to a fresh bucket of feed. Little did you know, however, what dark secret he kept hidden behind those barn doors.

🗨️ what the fuck did I read??? 🥵 No, no, no— it’s not bad, it’s the darn opposite! I mean, it is so freaking filthy and all the dirty talk and terrible puns about cowboys, farming, gosh, everything, it’s so fucking hilarious!!!!! Seriously, such a funny crack fic, I loved it 😂💜

This month was another tough one for me (mentally) and I also focused a lot more on my writing, which meant that I didn’t get to read as much as I use to 😭 So this list is a bit incomplete, and I’ll put ‘to read’ sections under the members that I didn’t get to read. I hope May will be much better, but some personal shit has already happened to me, and I’m thinking about going on a hiatus, but reading and writing is what keeps me going, so I’ll try to keep going, just a bit slower maybe and give myself more time, and that it’s okay to not go things like I used to 🥹

Thank you for reading— please give these lovely authors a lot of love, read their stories and leave them a comment/reblog to let them know that you liked it and that they matter 🫶

Love you and Borahae 💜

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