#doctorstethsfluffyfeb

[liberacesghost]

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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[honeybrowne]

Day 3: Drunken Love Confession

AARON HOTCHNER X GN!READER [0.9k]

Content: Consumption of alcohol; drunk love confession; fluff

Summary: There's something Aaron needs to get off his chest, and all it takes is a bit of liquid courage to tell you how he feels.

Author's Note: I tried to keep this as in character as possible, and I think I did okay?? I usually love an absolutely hammered Hotch love confession, but this felt more like him 🖤

Masterlist || FF Masterlist

You've never seen your boss this drunk before.

In his defense, he can still stay upright and is hardly slurring his words, but for him, he's definitely drunk.

It's really cute, actually, and you usually don't like men who get bolder the more they drink, but it's working for him. He's smiling at you and it's making you start to feel like you've been drinking as much as he has, even when you've only had a glass of wine.

There's been this unspoken and practically unacknowledged thing going on between you and Hotch. He has a soft spot for you, and you definitely have a crush on him. You're both equally terrible at hiding how you feel about each other, even more so outside of work hours.

He had even kissed you once. It was late and he was there for you after a difficult case. You told him all your insecurities, how you didn't think you were strong enough to be in the BAU. It was brief but it was everything you had dreamed of. His lips were soft and warm, the taste of coffee still lingering on his mouth was comforting in the strangest way. He had pulled away first, his mumbled apology being cut off by another kiss from you.

It was perfect, but yet, neither of you ever mentioned it.

Tonight was the first time he had the guts to invite you over, using the excuse of needing help baking brownies for Jack's class party.

Granted, he was a horrible baker, but he could've easily had Jessica do it for him or winged it enough to make them edible, or just bought some from the store. However, this seemed like a better idea.

After he finishes another glass of bourbon, he moves closer to you, resting his arm behind you on the back of the couch, only letting it drop onto your shoulders when you lean in. You can smell his cologne better at this proximity, the scent musky and stronger than the one he wears on a daily basis. He had put it on specifically for you, and it suits him. You can't help but take a deep breath, letting it warm you from the inside out.

"Are you having a good time?"

It's a lame question, he's aware, but he's nervous out of his mind right now and he doesn't know how else to break the silence.

Still, you look at him with a soft smile, making him melt. "I am. Are you?"

"I'd say my night has gotten significantly better since you've been here."

Your smile grows, and your cheeks are beginning to burn. He's flirting with you in the only way he knows how. He's out of practice—it's been years since he's tried to make a move on someone and the only way he's doing it right now is because he's several drinks deep.

Now was the perfect opportunity, and he wasn't going to waste it. Since the day he met you as one of Strauss' options for JJ's temporary replacement, he couldn't dislike you even if he tried. He told himself he could handle the way he felt about you till she returned from maternity leave, but then you had done exceptional work and the FBI wanted you to stay permanently.

When that happened, Hotch knew it was only a matter of time before he did something about the crush he had on you.

"I'm not really good at this—flirting, I mean," he clarifies.

Both of you know he wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't drunk, and you've never been more thankful for alcohol. You're so thrilled you could burst, finally experiencing the moment you've been waiting so long for.

"I think you're doing just fine, Hotch."

He groans. "Apparently not if you're calling me that."

You giggle, placing your hand on his thigh, low enough that it's safe but high enough that it makes his head spin. "I'm sorry. Is Aaron better?"

Hearing his name come from your lips like this is better than he imagined, and it takes every ounce of self control not to break out into a smile. You've said it when introducing him to someone in the field, but never on its own. Never in a setting as intimate as this.

"Much," he sighs. "Makes me want to kiss you... again."

He does break out into a smile when you duck your head in an attempt to hide the flush on your cheeks, tipping your chin upward with a gentle finger.

Your eyes are sparkling with something special, a look he could get used to.

"If you want to, I think you should."

"Yeah?" he says, leaning in as you nod.

His hand finds its way to the back of your neck, carefully bringing you in. Your lips are so close to touching, your heart pounding faster and faster with each second that goes by. Your stomach is in knots, desperate to know if he still feels the same way he did that night so many months ago.

And he does.

You can't help but shift closer to him, his hands pulling you onto his lap. It gets heated quickly, and you have no desire to stop kissing him till he pulls away just enough to speak.

"You know what I think?"

"Hm?" you hum, chasing his lips.

"I think I love you."

You grin wider than you have all night. "Good. Because I know I love you."

Taglist: @spacecowboyhotch, @hotchs-bitch

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[spacecowboyhotch]

summary: jake surprises you 3 times in the span of a few minutes.

pairing: gn!reader x jake lockley (hints of marc spector/steven grant)

warnings: canon typical description of DID, coffee mention, kissing

word count: 683

an: day 6 is coffee order!!! this is my first time writing for jake so PLEASEEEE be gentle 😭. thank you the marc’s girls server for making me sufficiently obsessed with jake. andddd happy name day to my dear @missdictatorme <3333.

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You’re the coffee run person in this duo– though duo is the wrong word, since Marc shares his headspace with two other men. He is generally who you work with on missions– Steven prefers to stay out of this line of work the best he can and Jake. He’s solitary, not out of choice but out of mistaken necessity. Jake will take any mission he can and go on it alone to keep you safe because he would rather you not see him as a monster.

Which is why its a surprise when you step into their shared flat and recognize him. Its not just the way he walks—they all have a different gait to their stride— but its the way he clenches his jaw, the depth and darkness of his eyes. You are even more surprised when coffee is already sat on the kitchen island.

“You already got coffee?” You ask, setting down the to go holder with the coffee you’d just gotten down.

“Yes,” He says simply.

“But, you never get us coffee– none of you do.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” He says, as if its a complete explanation.

It isn’t but you have a more pressing question.

“Did you even know what to get me?” You ask, not unkindly. But you’re pretty sure out of the 3 of them, Jake has paid you the least attention.

He tilts his head, the corner of his lips quivering slightly, “Take a sip.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but pick up the cup sat lonely in the holder. The skepticism is wiped from your face when you take the first sip– it's perfect, your coffee order to a tee, though its never tasted this good when you order it.

Your eyes go wide as you take another sip, “How did you know?”

“We share a brain.”

“Marc knows?” You ask skeptically.

“Steven says to give him some credit.”

“Well…thank you. It’s perfect.”

His lips pull up slightly in the corner as he turns back to the computer in front of him, “You’re welcome.”

Before you can think about it, you’re crossing the space and wrapping your arms around him. Jake stiffens for a moment, unsure of what’s happening– but the two other men that occupy the headspace have their own opinions and he relaxes.

“I mean it,” You say firmly, turning your head to look at him.

Jake’s eyes meet yours. He’s never been this close to you, and never allowed him to look at you so thoroughly and unapologetically. The intensity of his gaze has your breath caught in your throat, but you are unable to move away, pinned by the depth of his brown eyes.

“So do I,” He rasps, eyes tracing the delicate curve of your lashes before briefly falling to your lips.

Your brain is screaming at you, willing your mouth to form words, to ask Jake to lean in just a bit more and press his mouth to yours but you find that you can’t. He can see the plea in your eyes though, feel your heart pumping quickly in your chest from where its pressed to his back.

In his mind there is nothing but silence– something he doesn’t get often. But it is clear what it means. Steven and Marc are allowing him to make his own choice independently. They’re letting him choose you for himself. That coupled with the desperation in your eyes has him surging forward, capturing your mouth with his.

His mouth is hungry and unforgiving, and you succumb to it happily, allowing his tongue to lick into the wetness of you. He hums at the taste of you that’s muddled with the sweetest of your coffee. At the sound, your hands start to explore in a way you wanted to so many times before, running slowly across the span of his chest and up into his curls.

“Did you mean that too?” You breathe with a grin when he breaks the kiss, chest heaving.

“Yes,” His eyes are hazy, still roaming your face as if he’s in disbelief.

“So did I.”

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[yuly]

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. 

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[doctorstethoscope]

Fluffy February Day 3 || Drunken Love Confession

i can't possibly write 28 authors notes so not all of these will have authors notes, take this as your warning

pairing: hotch x reader

wordcount: 646

contains: food consumption, alcohol consumption, drunkeness

It’s all fun and games until a drink gets spilled down your back. 

It was a girls night out, with Emily, JJ and Penny, and you’d had a great time, really– you’d danced, you’d drank, you’d laughed. But your feet were starting to hurt and the thumping base was starting to irritate you, and then someone even drunker than you spilled their vodka cran onto you. So, yeah. The night was over. 

As the girls stepped out and coordinated an Uber, you texted Aaron and asked him to come pick you up. The two of you were a new development, but the team already knew and he’d offered to come get you when he’d learned that you had plans tonight. You’d hoped you’d drank enough water to avoid a hangover, but if you hadn’t, being hungover at Aaron’s seemed far preferable to waking up sick and alone at your place.

He pulls up, and the girls shoo you along despite your offer to stay until their ride arrived– they’d be fine together, they insisted. 

“Go get your man!” Penelope cheered after you, and you rewarded her with a laugh and calls of goodnight. 

“Hey,” you say as you open the passenger door of Aaron’s SUV.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says. “I brought you a sweatshirt, since you said your shirt got ruined,” he says, handing you the practically threadbare FBI Academy sweatshirt he knew you’d prefer to wear to bed. 

You could actually cry, but you try to reign it in, not wanting to be a drunken, sobbing mess quite this early in the relationship.

“Thank you, baby,” you say, closing yourself into the car and making quick work of changing— Aaron’s tinted windows provided you with a reasonable enough amount of privacy.

“Did you have a good time?” Aaron asks as he pulls out of the parking lot. 

“Yeah, we had a lot of fun,” you tell him. “Did you do anything tonight?” 

“I took Jack to the park after dinner, we met up with some of his friends from school before they all went to the Coopers place for a sleepover,” he tells you, and your eyelids suddenly feel heavy. 

“I’m tired,” you yawn. “And thirsty… and also hungry,” you realize. 

You pull up to a red light, and Aaron reaches into the backseat, finding a McDonalds bag and a drink. “I can help with that,” he said, handing the goods over to you. 

“You are a literal angel on earth,” you praise him as you poke your straw through the lid. 

“Far from it, but I’m glad you think so,” he says, placing a warm hand on your thigh as he drives. 

By the time Aaron pulls the car into his driveway, you’re practically asleep, and in no rush to get out of the car. 

“C’mon, angel,” he encourages you, repeating your own term of affection back to you. “We’re home. Let’s go to bed,” he says, leaning across the center console to press a kiss to your temple before getting out of the car and coming around to your side to help you out.

You know that he’d carry you, but you don’t want him to hurt his back trying to get you up the stairs, so when he opens your door, you slink your way out of the car and let him place a hand on the small of your back to guide you into the house and up the stairs. When you make it to bed, you notice he’s already set up a glass of water and a bottle of tylenol on your bedside table.

“I think I might love you,” you mutter as you settle into your pillow, and you’re asleep before you have time to overthink your declaration. 

Aaron, however, is wide awake, watching you sleep from his side of the bed. “I think I might love you, too.”

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[originalsoulduck]

February Fluff Day 6

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"Order for Aaron!" A barista called out.

Hotch stepped up to the counter and grabbed both trays, handing one of them to Penelope behind him. It was a much needed break while on a case.

The pair stepped off to the side to verify the orders were correct.

"Uh...sir... What did you order, exactly?" Penelope asked about the chocolate whipped cream concoction that was most definitely not his normal order.

"Double chocolate chip frap with skim milk, extra espresso, extra syrup inside the cup," he rattled off, satisfied with the other orders by this point. "I...uh... It's my partner's normal order. I sometimes get it on these longer cases. Reminder of home."

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[doctorsteths-fluffyfeb]

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

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[honeybrowne]

Day 16: Washing Hair

AARON HOTCHNER X F!READER [0.7k]

Summary: Your boyfriend returns from a case hurt, and it's only fair that you get to take care of him.

Content: Vague description of injury; fluff; one nsfw thought (this probably doesn't need to be a warning, but i'm putting it anyway)

Author's Note: I would do anything to baby this man and wash his hair. I need it so so bad :,(

Masterlist || FF Masterlist

When he's Hotch, he's the epitome of strong and capable.

When he's Aaron, he's still both of those things, but he's also a major softy.

Anything you ask for, you get, and that includes the chance to baby him when he returns from a case with a bruise along his cheekbone and a butterfly bandage holding his eyebrow together. Despite his insistence that he was fine, you were determined to do everything in your power to make sure without a doubt that he was more than just 'fine'.

He had rolled his eyes when you suggested taking a warm bath together, but he agreed all the same.

Now, with your nails lightly scratching his scalp as you worked shampoo in his hair, he's grateful he couldn't say no to you.

It was difficult not to fall asleep, the lavender bath oil calming him to the point that he was completely relaxed against you, his body weight pinning you against the tub. You didn't mind a single bit, in fact, feeling him this close was everything you needed after seeing him battered and bruised.

You knew his job was dangerous, but that still wasn't enough to prepare you.

"My love, what happened?" you had asked, panic clear in your voice as you immediately looked him over to ensure the rest of his body was intact.

The embrace you pulled him into once you were satisfied he was okay was far more powerful than he was ready for. His muscles ached in protest, but he suppressed the groan in his chest so you wouldn't feel guilty for hurting him.

"Nothing I couldn't handle," he had assured. "You should see the other guy."

With how concerned you were before, you hadn't had the chance to appreciate his joke till now.

Your unexpected giggle in his ear forces his eyes to open, and you gently remind him to keep them closed, not wanting to risk getting soap in them. It's unnecessary, he can handle a bit of soap in his eyes, but you're absolutely adorable when you coddle him, and he thoroughly enjoys it.

It gives him the chance to relax and not be so serious, which is a nice change of pace. He knows he's safe and protected in your hands, and that's all he needs.

"What are you giggling about?"

"Just thinking about what you said earlier," you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Aaron turns his head and puckers his lips dramatically, looking absolutely ridiculous. Still, you indulge him with a sweet and firm kiss.

"Remind me what I said, baby."

His voice is gruff, and you're sure it has to do with him running on hardly any sleep and the jet lag, but you tell yourself it's because you have magic hands.

You hadn't realized he stopped rubbing your legs that lay on either side of his till he started again, thumbs moving in circular motions. It sends a wave of excitement through you. Not the kind that makes you want to jump his bones, you always want to do that regardless of what he does, but the kind that tells you you'll never get used to the little things.

Physical touch is his love language and you cherish the hell out of it.

You put your hand on his forehead to protect his eyes and bandages as you run water through his hair, washing the soap away. "You should see the other guy," you repeat his words, lowering your voice to match his.

He pinches your side, and it tickles more than anything. You jostle so much that water splashes out of the tub.

"Aaron," you gasp, "look what you did."

"I didn't do that. That was all you, little miss ticklish."

He can't see your face but he knows you roll your eyes, and that makes him laugh. "Well, maybe don't tickle me."

"But where's the fun in that?"

When all the soap is out of his hair, you tip his head back, kissing his forehead. "You're lucky seeing you hurt scared the hell out of me, otherwise I'd get you back."

Your tone is somber and grateful at the same time, the unshed tears in your eyes betraying your emotions.

"Don't worry about that anymore, sweetheart. I'll be good as new with you taking care of me," he says with a smile, and you can't help but do the same.

Taglist: @spacecowboyhotch, @hotchs-bitch

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[honeybrowne]

Day 14: Valentine's Day

AARON HOTCHNER X F!READER [0.9k]

Content: So much fluff it's actually disgusting (but cute); mention of food

Summary: For your first Valentine's day as a couple, you and Aaron happened to have similar gift ideas.

Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day besties! This is mixed with day 12 because the second half of it was originally written for jewel, but I didn't finish it in time. I completely rushed to finish this and it hasn't been beta'd so I apologize for any mistakes 🫶🏻

Masterlist || FF Masterlist

You really should've expected this. With Penelope Garcia on your team, you should've known that it would look like Cupid had thrown up in the bullpen on Valentine's Day.

Streamers and balloons are everywhere, each desk is decorated in one way or another, and there are even festive gel decals on Aaron and Rossi's office windows. An endless amount of cookies and sweets are set up in the break room, and you have a feeling you won't be able to resist the chocolate covered pretzels.

It really puts you in the holiday spirit, not that you weren't already in it when you woke up this morning.

This was your first Valentine's Day not single. Your relationship with Aaron was still new and mostly a secret from the rest of the team, so you hadn't planned on bringing anything for him.

However, there's something different very different about your desk in comparison to everyone else's.

"Why didn't I get flowers?" Emily pouts as she leans over to 'smell' the colorful bouquet. Her eyes betray her as she tries to see who it's from by the card attached, but it's sealed with only your name written on the front.

You can't help but smile at the thought of Aaron knowing his team so well and predicting that someone would be nosy.

"I didn't either," Spencer and Derek say in unison, although, Derek was definitely shown a bit of favoritism with extra candies.

Everyone on the team knows you're seeing someone, they just don't know who. You and Aaron had mutually agreed that it was best to keep things to yourselves for the time being, just to give you some peace while you navigated the start of a new relationship. Working together made things complicated, and him being your superior certainly didn't make things any simpler.

So far, things have been beyond your expectations.

You can't remember a time that you were this happy. Work doesn't feel like a chore anymore when you know you'll get to see him everyday. Even if you can't show him any affection while you're around the team, you wouldn't trade it for the world. It makes your moments alone that much more special.

Question after question is thrown your way. The usual "just tell us who is he" from Emily, and the same old teasing remarks from Derek is all you hear. Spencer stays mostly quiet, only chiming in every once in a while.

You're literally counting down the minutes for lunch, and once the clock strikes noon and the bullpen clears of your team, you make a quick stop at the break room before heading up to Aaron's office.

Your signature knock on his door lets him know it's you, and you're greeted with a warm smile when you walk in. He meets you halfway, taking the plate of sweets from you as he presses a chaste and simultaneously firm kiss to your lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart."

A swarm of butterflies erupt in your belly, and you hope you never lose that feeling.

"Happy Valentine's Day," you smile, kissing him again. "Thank you for the flowers, by the way. I was interrogated the entire morning."

Aaron tugs you with him as he heads to the couch in the corner of his room, a grin pulling at his lips. "I knew you would be, and I'm sorry, but I wasn't going to not get you flowers today."

"But you get me flowers for my apartment regularly, you could've missed today."

"No," he murmurs against your cheek, "I couldn't."

You playfully scold him for being too affectionate, only because you have a hard time resisting him as it is.

Despite what people may think, Aaron has a major sweet tooth. One of his hands is resting on your thigh while the other is putting cookies into his mouth. A crumb falls on his chin and you wipe it away with a smile, feeling completely over the moon.

"I brought your gift with me incase we got called away, but since I don't think we are, I'll let you decide if you want to open it now or later."

Your answering smile is so big it's almost embarrassing.

You ultimately decide to wait, and when you open it later that night, you're so grateful you did; the tears that slip down your cheeks are completely out of your control.

It's an anklet with his initial as the pendant, and you swear you've never adored a piece of jewelry more in your life.

"This is beautiful, Aaron. Thank you."

He kisses your cheek. "I know we haven't been together for that long and this might be too much too soon, but I wanted to get you something that reminds you and anyone who sees it that there's someone in your life who would do anything for you."

Without responding, you give him the box that holds your gift, unable to wait any longer.

Confusion flashes over his features, but he doesn't hesitate to open it. The way his eyes widen is almost comical, and you grin as he takes in the cuff links that sit in his hand.

"Is this...?"

"It's my birthstone," you affirm. "I had been worried that customizing it with mine would come off wrong, but—"

"We both decided to get something that would claim each other as ours."

Your cheeks warm as you nod, and you can't help but picture what he'll look like with the cuff links on, even if they're just a small added detail to his already expensive suits. He sets them down once he's finished admiring them and the kiss he presses to your lips makes you feel like the luckiest woman on earth.

Taglist: @spacecowboyhotch, @hotchs-bitch

#doctorstethsfluffyfeb #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfiction #.writing

[honeybrowne]

Day 6: Coffee

JOEL MILLER X GN!READER [0.7k]

Content: Tess doesn't exist in this; brief allusion to addiction/drug use; platonic relationship (but they're pining in my head)

Summary: Who would have thought that Joel Miller would know how you like your coffee?

Author's Note: Firstly, thank you to @spacecowboyhotch for being an amazing beta and hyping me up more than I deserve <3 ily. This is my first time writing for Joel, so i'm nervous but would love to hear your thoughts!

Masterlist || FF Masterlist

If there's one thing that's harder than surviving in the world you live in, it's getting sleep.

You were young when the outbreak happened, but not young enough that you don't remember the terror you felt fleeing your hometown and getting separated from your family.

That infamous day is ingrained in your memory—you think about it every day. You think about your parents and your older sister, wondering what had happened to them.

Did they survive outbreak day?

If they did, are they still alive?

Your mind never sleeps, which means that you don't, either.

Coffee is a must have for you; you rely on the much-needed boost from the caffeine, and considering the types of substances that get smuggled into the QZ on a weekly basis, you figure it isn't the worst thing to depend on.

It's only a bad thing when the supply is scarce, or more recently, nonexistent.

The day you'd been dreading and doing your best to avoid had inevitably come. You officially ran out of coffee, and while you're aware of how inconsequential that is in comparison to everything else that's wrong with the world, you can't help but feel a little upset.

Fortunately, your roommate is a smuggler, and can likely get you almost anything you need if you asked him to.

Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to like you.

The smoky and earthy scent of fresh brewed coffee floats through the air of your tiny shared apartment every morning, causing the pounding of your head to increase tenfold. You can feel yourself become more irritable as the days go by, and you're constantly one minor inconvenience away from falling into a puddle of frustrated tears.

It's absolutely miserable and you hate it.

This morning is no exception. Joel is up and going before you can even manage to get out of bed. He isn't necessarily noisy as he prepares his breakfast, but he also doesn't try to be quiet.

A cabinet door slams as you exit your room, and your head throbs.

"Would it kill you to keep it down?" you complain, closing your eyes as you rub at your temples.

He's tempted to remind you that you aren't innocent of slamming doors, and tend to do it more frequently than he does. The words are on the tip of his tongue as he lifts his gaze from the coffee pot in front of him.

The pronounced grimace on your face stops him and it actually makes him feel bad.

You maneuver through the kitchen purely from muscle-memory, considering you haven't bothered to open your eyes yet. When you get close to running into the corner of the island, he instinctively puts his hand over the sharp edge, but he pulls it away before you have the chance to see.

"Made you some."

A mug is in your grasp before you fully register what's going on, a furrow pulling at your brows once the realization hits you.

"You made me coffee?" you ask, having a hard time believing he'd be so giving on his own.

"You ain't very pleasant when you're in withdrawal," he explains.

He's one to talk.

A scoff leaves your lips. "Like you're all sunshine and rainbows when you haven't had your fix."

Joel glares at you the same way he always does, and you hide your amused smile behind the rim of the mug, though the crinkle of your eyes gives you away. The sip you take is tentative, concerned he might be trying to poison you.

Oddly enough, it tastes exactly the same as when you make it yourself... if not better.

"How'd you know how I like my coffee?" you wonder, taking a more generous sample this time, the beverage warming your cold body swiftly.

He doesn't answer, and plates his breakfast instead.

"Do you secretly pay attention to me?" you press with a lopsided grin.

He acknowledges you this time with a scoff of his own. "This world has made me crazy, but not that crazy."

One cup of glorious coffee later and you're feeling significantly better and unusually thankful for your grouchy roommate. The process of getting dressed for the day moves a lot smoother than it has the past week. You feel refreshed, the headache you've been fighting nearly a distant memory.

"D'you grab your gloves?" Joel asks as you follow him out the door.

With your lack of energy and coherency, you'd been particularly forgetful and had left your gloves behind a few times in the last week. He looks a little embarrassed once he realizes what he said, and even more so when you start to tease him.

"Yes, thank you for your concern. Didn't know you had it in you."

"Don't start."

Taglist: @spacecowboyhotch

#doctorstethsfluffyfeb #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller scenario #joel miller imagine #joel miller x gn!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #.writing

[honeybrowne]

Day 1: First Date

AARON HOTCHNER X READER [1.4k]

Content: Sooo much fluff (obvi); first kiss :)

Summary: After numerous failed attempts at finding the right time for a first date, Aaron decides an impromptu one is better than none.

Author's Note: Fluffy February has officially begun! Twirling my hair and kicking my feet i've never wanted to be reader so bad :,(

Masterlist || FF Masterlist

For the last couple of months, you and Aaron have been trying to make plans for a first date, but it always falls through.

His work schedule is hectic and unpredictable, and he's a single father, which means he doesn't have a lot of time for a social life.

You had met at a coffee shop one morning, only because he bumped into you while being distracted by a phone call, spilling your iced coffee all over your white sweater. He had apologized profusely, and his face turned so red you felt guilty for something that wasn't even your fault.

Of course, it wasn't a big deal because it was an accident, and the next time he had seen you at the same coffee shop, he paid for your drink and you gave him your phone number.

You didn't anticipate him to ever use it. Truthfully, you don't even know why you gave it to him in the first place. Sure, he was attractive and polite, but he never made any advances towards you. He had hardly held a conversation as you stood together, waiting for your respective orders to be made.

You hadn't even known his name.

Surprisingly, his text came as you were getting home from work that same day—short, sweet, and to the point: How much do I owe you for the sweater?

Since then, you've been constantly messaging back and forth, talking late into the night when neither of you can sleep, and sometimes falling asleep on the phone together because neither of you want to be the one to hang up. It feels like you're in high school all over again, and there's something about that that makes you smile almost as uncontrollably as he does.

Despite all of that, you haven't spent more than ten minutes with each other in person.

Maybe you're crazy, but you've been okay with that, for the most part. While you'd love to see him for longer and actually have that first date you've desperately been trying to plan, you know where his priorities lie and you'd never want him to change them for someone who just entered his life.

You have no idea where this is headed, but you know for certain that you like him. A lot.

He's funnier than you imagined and has only become sweeter the more you get to know him. He likes to cook even though he doesn't think he's very good at it, loves baking with his son even more, he's a huge fan of The Beatles, and prefers staying in rather than going out.

Everything about him gives you butterflies, and you can't remember the last time someone has made you feel the way he does.

You're currently checking your phone what feels like every five seconds—probably because it is—aware that now is usually the time he gets a break while working. Part of you feels a bit disappointed when thirty minutes passes, but you've known this would always be a possibility. Things happen and he's important. You can handle waiting a bit longer.

The text or call never does come, but a knock at your door does.

It's not an unreasonable hour, however, it is late enough that you're confused by someone being at your door. You aren't expecting any company, and you certainly aren't dressed for any considering you're wearing pajamas and fluffy socks.

The man you have coffee with when you happen to run into each other and spend the majority of your day thinking about is standing right in front of you.

With flowers.

Never in your life have you been so thrilled for unexpected company.

"Aaron," you gasp. "What are you doing here?"

He smiles, something you've wished you could see more often. "I was hoping for more of a hello, or maybe even a hug?"

You take the flowers from him before hugging him tight, not wanting to risk crushing the beautiful bouquet in the process.

He smells delightful, the scent warm and spicy. You take a deep breath, already adoring the way his arms feel wrapped securely around your waist.

"Hi," you whisper, reluctantly pulling away. "Thank you for these, they're beautiful."

"Of course. I'm sorry I'm showing up unannounced; I wanted to surprise you."

It's then that you remember what you're wearing and immediately feel your body warm with embarrassment. "No, it's okay. I'm happy you're here, but I feel bad I'm not more presentable."

"I think you're more presentable now than I've ever seen you," he teases.

"Shut up," you laugh. "Come in, please."

Aaron follows you inside, and you set the flowers up in a vase. Your heart can't help but swell seeing the pink carnations sitting on the middle of the kitchen table.

No one's ever gotten you flowers before.

You had been so distracted by them that you hadn't even noticed the bag of takeout in his hand. It's from the place you told him you liked, and you have a feeling he even remembered which dish was your favorite.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Water is fine, but I want to talk to you a bit before we eat—if you're even hungry… I should've asked first."

You've already eaten, but he doesn't need to know that.

"That would've ruined the surprise," you smile, "but that sounds perfect."

You feel your pulse quicken as he sets the takeout down and steps closer to you, pausing when he doesn't know whether to keep his hands to himself or pull you to him.

Considering you haven't seen each other in person very much, neither of you has had the chance to be physically affectionate. You've flirted back and forth a few times, and a pet name has slipped from him once, but that's as far as anything has gotten. You know you both enjoy the other's company in any way you can have it, but this is all new.

Very new.

It doesn't help that Aaron hasn't been in a relationship in a long time, and you're somewhat inexperienced. Neither of you are the type to date around and prefer things that are more serious rather than casual.

You both want exclusivity and commitment.

"How was your trip?" you ask, taking the initiative and wrapping your arms around him.

He sighs, and it almost sounds like one of relief. "It wasn't bad but it wasn't necessarily good either," he shrugs.

"What made you decide to come here?"

"Well, as much as I enjoy our phone calls, I really wanted to see you tonight instead," he confesses. "I was thinking we could watch a movie if you're in the mood for it."

"Absolutely I am," you promise, holding him tighter.

His body feels so warm, and he looks unbelievably handsome with his hair slightly disheveled. You want to kiss him—you have for a while, but you've never had the chance to. He seems to feel the same way, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours and your lips.

"Good. I promise I'll take you on a real first date one day." He leans in as he speaks, his hands rubbing your lower back.

"I don't know about you, but takeout and a movie with you sounds like the perfect first date to me."

Aaron smiles, cupping your cheek gently. "I'm glad you think so."

You start to stand on your toes to make up for the height difference, and he meets you halfway by leaning even further, his mouth so close to yours you can feel his breath. He's the one who bridges the gap, touching his lips to yours so delicately you think he hasn't completely made up his mind about kissing you yet.

He backs away ever so slightly, just enough to look at your face, and he can see your pout.

"What?"

There's a bit of nervousness hidden behind the playfulness in his voice, and you have every intention of letting him know exactly what you want.

You bring him in for another kiss, fingers curling into his hair at the back of his head. The arm he has around you brings you impossibly closer to him, his thumb rubbing along your cheekbone. It's perfect, and you feel like you could explode as he kisses you harder, his nose pressing into your cheek.

Neither of you wants to pull away, but breathing takes precedence. You almost feel lightheaded, completely in a daze as you look at him.

"Didn't know you were the type to kiss on the first date."

You laugh, feeling euphoric in every sense of the word. "I didn't think you were either."

He chuckles softly and leans in again. "I guess we're both each other's exception."

Taglist: @spacecowboyhotch

#doctorstethsfluffyfeb #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x gn!reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #.writing

[liberacesghost]

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.

#doctor steths fluffy feb #doctorstethsfluffyfeb #fluffy february #criminalmindsfandom #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds oneshot #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch x you #hotch x y/n #aaron hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch fluff #bau reader #aaron hotchner x bau!reader #david rossi #reader insert #x reader #nb reader #ssa aaron hotchner

[liberacesghost]

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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[spacecowboyhotch]

summary: marc spector is a softie (real).

pairing: black!reader x marc spector

warnings: the movie grease if you hate it??? otherwise????

word count: 720

an: FF day 16 is one of my fav prompts of all time— person a washing person b’s hair. this perhaps the most self indulgent thing ive written to date and i will not apologize 😌. in case you forgot, happy black history month!

fluffy february masterlist | marvel masterlist

Marc had insisted.

You assured him time and time again that you could handle this, that you had since you’d been in high school.

Did you understand why he wanted to help? Of course.

Marc found his worth in doing, in fulfilling the needs of others by his actions instead of his words. That he was still learning, trying to do his best to be open and honest with you in your healthy relationship— the first he’d truly given himself over to in years. It’s why you eventually give in and say yes. It’s why you find him in the bathroom pouring over the labels on all your hair products.

“What are you doing?”

“You put all of this in your hair?” He gestures to the basket in front of him.

You chuckle, grinning over at him, “Yes.”

“Every time?” He asks in disbelief.

“Yes, baby.”

“Explains why it takes so fuckin’ long.”

“I told you, you don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to, I want to. Come here,” He sets down the bottle of shampoo in his hands and holds them out for you. “Can I today?” He asks once you’ve walked over to him and he’s pulled you into his arms.

You hesitate for a moment, “Usually that’s a weekend activity.”

“Because it takes so long, but with me in charge, we’ll knock it out. C’mon let me give it a go.”

“Alright, alright, but there’s a lot you need to know.”

The two of you sit on the edge of the tub, and you explain the whole process to him. Detangling, washing, conditioning, detangling— yes, again you have to say to him with a chuckle. You decide to go easy on him, suggesting he put your hair in two plaits to dry when he’s finished. Marc listens to you explain all of this with a honed concentration, eyebrows knit together as he takes it all in.

He shrugs, and stands to his feet, “Easy— sit, I’ll be right back.”

When Marc returns he’s in nothing but swim trunks and you raise an eyebrow at him in questioning, “Taking this very seriously, huh?”

“I take everything about you seriously,” He murmurs distractedly as he looks for the spray bottle you mentioned.

And once he finds it, he immediately goes to work.

He hums as he detangles, somehow working so much faster than you while being scores gentler with your curls than you usually are. You’re surprised when he guides you up and says you’re ready for the next step.

The water feels nice on your skin and even better on your scalp when Marc guides your hair back under the shower head. Despite the violence that has stolen most of Marc’s life, the way he washes your hair is delicate. You learn that there’s nothing like the feeling of his fingertips carefully scrubbing your scalp. He repeats the process twice as you instructed him and by the time he rinses that second time you don’t want it to end.

He moves to pick up your conditioner when you reach for his hand, peering at him with soft eyes through the steam that’s begun to fog up the entire room.

“Will you do that again? Just one more time?” You ask, fixing your lips into a pout.

He raises an eyebrow, smirking, “Thought you wanted this to be quicker?”

“One more time can’t hurt too much right? It just felt so good.”

Marc has never been one to deny you, and with the blissful look he noticed on your face as he washed your hair, he won’t start now. He nods, leaning in to press a series of soft kisses to your lips before lathering his hands up with shampoo once more. You grin, making sure to thank him. 

Two hours later, Marc has you both wrapped in towels. You’re sat in front of the mirror with him standing behind you, face twisted in concentration as he starts to braid your hair. 

When the two of you finally make it to the couch— takeout ordered, Grease playing on the tv— neither of you mention that it actually took longer for him to do your routine. With the tenderness in the atmosphere, the peace in both of your hearts as you snuggle close to him, neither of you care.

moonknight taglist: @honeybrowne, @hotchs-bitch, @laurensprentiss, @lesbianhotch

#marc spector x reader #marc spector x black!reader #black reader x marc spector #marc spector blurb #moonknight fanfiction #doctorstethsfluffyfeb #doctorsteths fluffy feb #arson writes marvel

[spacecowboyhotch]

summary: it’s the first fall of snow.

pairing: gn!reader x steven grant

warnings: none (unless you hate snow??? lol)

word count: 687

an: this is my last blurb of fluffy feb! thank you @doctorstethoscope for putting together this event, it’s been so much fun and has kept me writing when my motivation is so so low— i love you sm!

fluffy feb masterlist | moonknight masterlist

“Dove, wake up,” Steven murmurs into your ear before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

You stir, groaning softly before you roll over and shake your head. Your eyes do not open, and you clutch the fluffy comforter closer.

He chuckles, following you to the other side of the bed and wrapping you in his arms. “It’s the first snow, c’mon.”

“Too early.”

“It’s our tradition,” He places another kiss on your cheek.

“Too dark,” You groan, scooting closer to the edge, as if you can escape him.

Steven follows, a wide grin spread across his face, “We do this every winter.”

“Too cold.”

“I’ll keep you warm,” He assures, squeezing you tighter in his arms.

“Steven,” You whine, finally opening your eyes and glaring over your shoulder at him.

“The snow, it’ll wake you up,” He insists, using one of his fingers to delicately wipe the sleep from the corners of your eyes.

“You’re not giving up.”

“No, dove, I’m not. Up and attem’, yeah? I’ll make you french toast for breakfast.”

“And do that fancy latte art?”

“Mhmm,” He hums, leaning in to press a kiss to your mouth.

“Alright, alright. I’m up.”

“Dress warmly, dear, I’ll get our coats,” He hops out of bed, and that’s when you realize that he’s not in his pjs.

You narrow your eyes at him, “You’re already dressed?”

“Been up for ages, watchin’ you snore,” He teases as he crosses the flat.

“I don’t snore,” You grumble as you hop out of bed and head into the bathroom.

Steven doesn’t reply to your denial, but you hear his sweet laugh float through the door as you stumble sleepily through your morning routine. By the time you’ve made it out and are pulling jeans and a sweater out of the closet, he’s wrapped up in his coat, his unruly curls tucked into a black beanie.

“Coming, I swear,” You start to move a bit quicker when he playfully arches a brow at you.

Once you’re dressed, Steven helps you into your coat before slipping your own beanie onto your head. He guides the both of you out of the flat and down into the building’s courtyard. The cold air bites at your cheeks, and you’re immediately grateful for Steven’s warm hand in yours. The snow is falling gently, caressing the ground like a knit blanket. Dead grass and shrubs still peek through the white, though it’s supposed to snow all day and soon everything will be covered in glittery white powder.

Because it’s early, it is just the two of you, surrounded by the gray and white haze of this snowy morning. It’s quiet for once in London, none of the honking and shouting cutting through this little slice of peace that you and Steven are sharing.

He raises his face to the sky, letting the flakes dust all over his face, “You know I could smell it coming when we fell asleep last night.”

“You always say that, you can’t smell snow, Steven.”

“People say they smell rain all the time, who’s to say I can’t smell snow?”

“Me, that’s who.”

“Somethin’ tells me I could convince you otherwise,” He grins cheekily at you, before leaning in for a kiss.

His lips are cold, a little wet from the melted snow but you kiss him back eagerly, your hands rising to cup both of his cheeks. You can taste the tea he must’ve quietly brewed while you were dead to the world but there’s something else. Something unique, that you can only contribute to the morning’s precipitation.

“You taste like snow,” You whisper quietly— as if speaking any louder will break this bubble.

He bumps his nose against yours, eyes narrowed, “Oh, alright, so you can taste it but I can’t smell it?”

“Seems we’re on the same page.”

“I’ll show you what page we’re on when there’s enough snow for a fight.”

Dusk has hit when he drags you back outside, the snow up to your ankles. You bury him in snowballs, and Steven concedes: no you can’t smell snow, but one can certainly taste it.

moonknight taglist: @honeybrowne, @hotchs-bitch, @laurensprentiss, @lesbianhotch, @toracainz (bc i thought of u the whole time 🥺)

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[spacecowboyhotch]

summary: a continuation of this series— reader and hotch take the next step in their relationship and move in together.

pairing: fem!reader x aaron hotchner

warnings: pda??? planes???

word count: 853

an: happy day 8! choose the moving in prompt for these two bc ive wanted to write more about them but just haven’t figured out how. but boom here it is!

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Today is the day— the first day of many— to get everything in order. But, today is the day, the one that solidifies what’s been happening between you and Aaron for the last year or so. It’s a day that in your 26 years of knowing Aaron Hotchner that you thought would never come.

Because today is the day you pick him from Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. Today’s the day that you start your life with Aaron and Jack. Jack was staying behind to finish his last week of school, and then he and Jessica would fly out. Aaron had given it all up for you. You tried to convince him not to, making it very clear that you could relocate to Alexandria, that he could stay in his position at the BAU. He had refused, taking his own time to make it clear that he’d started to let go of his life here the moment he told you he loved you. Aaron didn’t plan on making the same mistake again. And as soon as he sat down with Jack and saw the excitement that lit up his eyes, he knew this was the right decision.

You’ve been driving around Seattle since his flight took off, your nerves not allowing you to stop. About 30 minutes before he’s meant to land you park in the cell phone lot, staring off into space until your phone rings.

“Hello?”

You can hear his smile as he talks, “Hey, sweetheart, I should be out in about 5 just waiting for my bags.”

“Okay I’ll pull around.”

By the time you make it there, he’s standing on the curb in a sea of people with two bags. You put on your hazards and park the car quickly before popping the trunk and getting out. He lights up at the sight of you, and you feel your cheeks warm as you return his grin. You’re not sure if you’ll ever get used to your best friend looking at you this way– a way you thought was physically impossible. He closes the gap between you and before even putting his bags in the trunk he scoops you up into his arms and presses his mouth to yours. PDA has never been Aaron’s thing, but this moment means so much more than his words can convey. Your knees go weak as he kisses you breathless and he pulls away, holding you up.

“You take every opportunity to make me dizzy, huh?” You tease softly, bumping your nose against his.

“Who would I be if I didn’t?”

“We’re putting on a show.”

Aaron’s eyes go a little wide as he realizes where he is again, and a soft flush stains his cheeks as he pulls away. Clearing his throat he murmurs, “I can put the bags away, go get in the car. The passenger seat, “He adds firmly with a look that makes it clear there’s no room for argument.

You press a chaste kiss to his mouth and nod before getting into the car. The ride to the apartment complex is relaxed and easy as the two of you talk about his flight and all of the errands you need to run today. Somehow it still doesn’t feel real to you– he’s here and the two of you are almost to your new home but you feel like you’re in a dream. Its a feeling that you haven’t been able to shake since he’d confessed his love for you in his kitchen.

Once the two of you make it there, Aaron insists on taking another look at it before bringing his bags up, like he hadn’t come to make sure it was perfect multiple times. As soon as you unlock the door he’s picking you up as if you’re a bride that needs carrying across the threshold, effectively stealing your breath for the second time today.

“Aaron,” You yelp glaring up at him.

He keeps his face deadpan, “There a problem?”

“We’re not married and you’re getting old,” You say pointedly through a laugh as he carries you over the threshold of your new apartment.

There are boxes here and there as you’d already started to move your things in. The space is cozy, perfectly sized for three. It already feels like home despite how barren it is.

Aaron looks at you in feigned offense though he doesn’t set you down, “We’re getting old.”

“Together,” You whisper, the realization finally setting in.

This moment is actually here– it's everything. Everything that your unattainable hopes and dreams had been made of are this moment. Every moment that you spent supporting him as his best friend, every drop of sadness that had filled your body was now replaced with joy and love. The man you had been resigned to never having was yours– you get to grow old with him and his son. You get to build what’s left of your lives together.

��Together,” He confirms, resting his forehead against yours.

The peace that bloomed from your first kiss spreads through your limbs again– and this time you think it's here to stay.

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

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