#Fluffy Feb

[hotchs-bitch]

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]

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

[fluffyfebruary]

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

[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.

[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. 

[sommerregenjuniluft]

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

[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

[hey-color-palettes]

A color palette for a brownish fluffy bunny?

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

[darkdragon768]

Hey, it's me!

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

[hotchs-bitch]

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.”

----

“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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[spacecowboyhotch]

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.

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

[potatoesandsunshine]

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

[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.

[kyloherrera]

 ۫ 𑄼ల۫  ۪ FEB 8 — PROPOSE

featuring: dot, , abel, rayne, odler, mash, lance. finn, abyss x gn! reader

note: hope you like, this is very fluffy, and a big comfort for me <3

summary: how would mashle boys propose to their s/o

genre: fluff || event || patreon

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇

-Mash has decided that its time to take the next step in his relantionship with.

-While grand gestures and elaborate plans aren't mash style, but he wants to make this moment special nonetheless.

-One day, Mash takes you on a walk to their favorite spot in the forest, a serene clearing surrounded by towering trees

-As you stroll hand in hand, Mash's heart pounds with anticipation, but he tries to keep his composure.

-Finally reaching the clearing, Mash pauses and turns to you , his eyes filled with unwavering love and determination.

- He takes a deep breath and begins to speak from the heart, expressing his gratitude for their unwavering support and the happiness you've brought into his life.

-Then in his characteristic straightforward manner, Mash kneels down before you and reaches into his pocket,

-He pulls out a small, crudely crafted ring made from twigs and vines. It's not flashy or extravagant, but it's a symbol of his sincerity and devotion.

-With a voiced emotion reflected in his voice, Mash asks you to spend the rest of their life with him, promising to always stand by your side and protect you with all his strength.

✦𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

-Lance would orchestrate an extravagant evening at the most luxurious venue in town.

-He would spare no expense in creating an ambiance of opulence, with twinkling lights, fine dining, and a live band playing romantic melodies in the background.

-Lance would take your hand and begin to express his feelings, weaving words of love and admiration with his signature charm and wit.

-Then, in a moment of theatrical flair, Lance snaps his fingers, and fireworks burst into the sky outside, illuminating the night with a dazzling display of colors. The crowd gasps in awe, and you look on in astonishment.

-With all eyes on you, Lance drops to one knee, producing a velvet box from his pocket. Inside gleams a stunning diamond ring, reflecting the brilliance of the fireworks above.

-In a voice filled with sincerity, Lance pours his heart out, expressing his unwavering devotion and his desire to spend eternity with his beloved. He asks the all-important question, his eyes shimmering with anticipation.

✦𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍

-Finn most likely would propose in a place that holds special significance for both him and you.

-A serene meadow where they often go to unwind and connect with nature. He carefully chooses the time, waiting for the perfect sunset to cast a warm glow over the landscape.

-A vast expanse of wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze, with the colors of the setting sun painting the sky in hues of gold and pink. show in front of your eyes.

-With a gentle smile, Finn takes your hand and leads you to a spot in the meadow's center, where a picnic blanket is spread out under a towering oak tree

- He invites you to sit beside him, taking a moment to savor the tranquility of the moment.

-As you watch he sun dip below the horizon, Finn begins to speak from the heart, expressing his love and gratitude for you.

-Then, reaching into his pocket, Finn pulls out a small, intricately carved wooden box. Opening it, he reveals a simple yet elegant ring, crafted from a rare wood found only in the deepest parts of the forest.

-With trembling hands, Finn takes your hand and gazes into their eyes, his voice steady but filled with emotion. He asks you to be his partner for life, promising to cherish and support them through every challenge and triumph.

✦𝐃𝐎𝐓

-Dot decides to propose in a place that holds sentimental value for both them and you.

A quaint café where they shared their first date. He chooses a time when the café is relatively quiet, allowing for an intimate and personal moment.

-He leads you to a secluded corner of the café, where a table is adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Soft music plays in the background, adding to the romantic atmosphere.

-With a nervous but determined smile, Dot takes your hand and begins to speak from the heart. They express their love and admiration, recounting the moments you've shared together and the ways in which you had enriched their life.

-Then, reaching into their bag, Dot retrieves a small, beautifully wrapped gift box. Inside lies a carefully crafted scrapbook filled with cherished memories—photographs, ticket stubs, and handwritten notes documenting your journey as a couple.

-As you flipped through the pages of the scrapbook, tears of joy well up in your eyes. Each memory serves as a testament to the depth of your love and the bond you share.

-With trembling hands, Dot takes your hand and gazes into their eyes. They pour their heart out, expressing their deepest desires and their unwavering commitment to your happiness.

-Finally, with a nervous laugh, Dot presents a velvet box containing a delicate ring—a symbol of their love and devotion. They ask you to spend the rest of their life with them, promising to stand by their side through thick and thin.

✦𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐒

-Abyss chooses a secluded and mystical forest shrouded in mist and shadow. They choose a moonlit night when the stars are bright, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape.

-When you reach a clearing deep within the forest—a place untouched by time, where magic seems to linger in the air. In the center of the clearing stands a stone altar, illuminated by flickering torches and adorned with mystical runes. Abyss takes your hand and leads them to the altar.

-Their eyes gleam with determination as they begin to speak in a voice that resonates with power and authority.

-Abyss expresses their love and admiration for you, weaving words of mystery and intrigue with a hint of vulnerability. They recount the moments you 've shared together, the challenges you've faced, and the bond that has grown between you.

-Then, reaching into the folds of their cloak, Abyss Razor retrieves a small, intricately carved box—an artifact of ancient origin. With reverence, they open the box to reveal a ring unlike any other—a band of blackened metal adorned with a single glowing gemstone, said to hold the power of the abyss itself.

-With a solemn expression, Abyss Razor looks into your eyes and speaks from the depths of their soul. They ask you to join them on a journey of darkness and light, of mystery and adventure, promising to stand by your side through every trial and tribulation.

✦𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

-Like Dot, Rayne decides to propose in a place that holds sentimental value for both them and you.

-a secluded beach where you often go to find solace and tranquility. They choose a time when the sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the sand and sea.

-As you arrive at the beach, you are greeted by the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the salty breeze, and the soft hues of the setting sun painting the sky in shades of pink and gold.

-With a gentle smile, Rayne takes your hand and leads you to a quiet spot near the water's edge.You sit together, watching the sun dip below the horizon, enveloped in the serenity of the moment.

-As the last rays of sunlight fade away, Rayne begins to speak from the heart, expressing their love and gratitude for you. They recount the moments you've shared together—the laughter, the tears, and the deep connection that binds you.

-Then, reaching into their pocket, Rayne retrieves a small, intricately crafted shell—a token of their affection. He, offers you the shell, explaining its significance as a symbol of their love and devotion.

✦𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑

-He selected a a serene botanical garden filled with exotic plants and flowers. He choose a time when the garden is in full bloom, bursting with vibrant colors and intoxicating fragrances.

-With a warm smile, Odler takes your hand and leads them along the winding pathways, pausing to admire the beauty of each flower and plant you encounter. You share stories and laughter, lost in the magic of the garden.

-Finally,you both reach a secluded spot in the heart of the garden—a hidden alcove adorned with blooming roses and twinkling fairy lights.

-With a tender expression, Odler begins to speak from the heart, expressing their love and admiration for you. They recount the moments you've shared together—your conversations, your adventures, and the deep connection that binds it.

-Then, reaching into their pocket, Odler retrieves a small, leather-bound book—a collection of poems and love letters they've written for you. With trembling hands, they read aloud a passage that captures the essence of their love and devotion.

-In a voice filled with sincerity, Odler looks into your eyes and speaks the words they've been longing to say. They ask you to spend the rest of your life with them, promising to cherish and support them through every moment, both joyful and challenging.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

@stvrlightt123 @Mysticalpersonpoetry @mailkyeom03

[doctorsteths-fluffyfeb]

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[cheriladycl01]

Best Secret Santa - The Grid x Driver Reader Part 2

Plot: in which everyone wants to have Y/N as their secret Santa because she is the best gift giver and never fails to make peoples day going above and beyond for it!

A/N: A Part 2 was heavily requested! I know it's very far from Christmas but still vibes :)

Credit to f1-stuff for the GIF

2024

You smile happily at the camera messing with Max and his cap changing the angle that it was sat on his head.

"So we've got you and Max opening your gifts together this time because of scheduling struggles etc. What an amazing year it has been for Red Bull again. P1 for Y/N the first woman in motorsport to be a World Champion and P3 for you Max. Amazing year, amazing team mates and we look forward to having you together for the next few years!" she smiles and you both nod, Max indicates for you to talk first and you nod.

"Yeah, I'm in shock. It was a difficult year. So many people were strong this year, Lando coming in 2nd. Mclaren had an amazing car this year and the battle was continuous for the whole year and you know I think it was way more enjoyable for fans this year" you smile knowing that some people last year didn't appreciate Red Bull's and Max's domination.

"Yeah you know I agree, I think it was a more difficult year this year as we can tell. I think we'll come back stronger in 2026 with Ford as our partner. But the disparity in race wins this year i can imagine was more enjoyable" Max admits with a nod and a smile at you, pulling you into a side hug, he'd become like your older brother in the time you'd raced with him.

"Yeah of course, and it was a crazy year. Even before the season started we had silly season begin with Lewis confirmed move to Ferrari, then the confirm of the Fredrick Vesti move to Mercedes in 2025. We then had Andretti finally be confirmed in the summer break after being rejected in Feb as a 11th team and Liam Lawson and Theo Pourchaire would join the grid, so for a year that we thought would be solid it really wasn't!" the F1 presenter exclaims looking between the two of you.

"Yeah i think everyone was shocked with everything that went on in February, and how the 2025 line up is looking but you know its a fast paced sport both on and off track" you smile and she pushes yours and Max's presents forward.

"Okay here we go, Secret Santa for Y/N and Max!" Max opens his gift first from Oscar, thanking him.

"Okay my turn! I'm kind of scared!" you say looking at the bag in front of you.

"Well theres another present to come as well but because of what it is, we have to wait to give it to you" the presenter asks and Max side eyes you, looking at your reaction as you reach into the bag.

You reach in pulling out a bag of cat treats and a little fluffy mouse toy. After a second of looking at the camera and presenter confused you turn to your team mate.

"I feel like this is from you..." you laugh, observing the treats and mouse toy. However, next second another F1 team member comes up next to you with a ball of fur in their hands making you flinch in shock.

"Oh my gosh, is that?" you ask looking at the little kitten now being placed in your lap. You look over at Max with tears in your eyes before you fully start to cry.

"Oh Y/N!" Max exclaims pulling you into a hug, not realizing you'd have this kind of reaction.

"I've been saying to Max for so long that I'm really lonely these days when i go home from races!" you smile holding the little grey British short hair cat up to observe him.

You hold him against your chest which he happily nuzzles into falling back to sleep.

"What are you going to call him!" the presenter ask and Max looks over in curiosity.

"My immediate thought was Red Bull, but I think that sounds a little silly. Hmmmm I'll call him Perceval" you smile, kissing the small cheek of the sleepy kitten.

"Is that a shout to Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc?" she smirks and your face reddens a little realizing you have in fact used Charles' middle name for your new cat.

"No, No! He's a British Short Hair, and I feel like Lord Perceval suits him as he's grey and knights wore silver armor!" you explain yourself giggling a little at the end as Max nudges you.

"Thank you so much Max, I don't think I'll be able to part from him so he'll have to come to all of my races with me!" you grin, pulling him into a hug, careful not to squish Perceval who is now rested in your lap.

*Flip*

"And here we have Mclaren driver Oscar Piastri who along with his team mate Lando Norris has had a fantastic year in 2024 and has managed to come P5 this year!" the presenter exclaims looking at Oscar.

“Yeah it's been a great season for Mclaren, you know and I'm really proud of Y/N for everything she's done this year you know not just as a driver but as a woman, she made absolute history today winning and taking the championship. I cant wait for 2025, i think with the new rules its going to be interesting to see how the grid changes up" Oscar smiles.

"Okay, so this is your second secret Santa. Here are the said presents!" the presenter says as a large Christmas themed bag is pushed forward.

He reaches into the bag trying not to spoil it by looking in there taking out the first nicely wrapped gift. He carefully unwraps it seeing a Papaya shampoo and conditioner set.

"Love that we are keeping on brand, it's actually very funny because my girlfriend has this exact shampoo set i think" he says observing it, looking to see if it was in fact Lily's choice for hair wash products.

"That wouldn't shock me, its a good brand and her hair always looks so smooth and shiny!" the presenter offers making Oscar blush a little and grin.

"Mmmm next gift feels a little heavier! Oh wow, a whole cricket set! This is between three people now, this is either Yuki, Lando or Y/N because they are the only people I've told about me getting into this again recently! My trainer and I when we go back to Australia normally will play as part of training!" he says observing the painted bat that was fully personalized to Oscar and what he liked.

"Wait, did Y/N paint this?" he asks looking at little things across the bat, everyone knew Y/N loved art in her free time and would always draw or paint for the drivers and the mechanics.

"You secret Santa did yes!"

"Then is has to be Y/N, i don't think anyone has the level of skill Y/N does!" he exclaims before placing the bat down lightly and moving onto the next gift.

"No way" he laughs pulling out a shirt that has that one smiley beluga cat meme on it that everyone compares Oscar to and a picture of Oscar smiling next to the cat.

"This is 100 percent Y/N, she is always saying i look like this damn cat!" he laughs.

"Okay final present is a bit of a odd one because we actually have to show you an announcement video... to show you the present. You've really got into Valorant recently correct?" the presenter asks and he nods with a confused look in his eyes, having no idea what's going on.

"Yeah, I've played COD for as long as i can remember with Logan, and I started playing with Lando. But Lando suggested Valorant with his friend Max who started to play it more. It's my fav game now!" he explains.

"Okay well here is the official announcement Riot will be posting in 3 weeks, first teaser to come tomorrow!" she exclaims before turning the laptop round to him.

On the screen it shows the head of riot talking about partnerships of 2025.

"As Red Bull very kindly sponsor us and our championship competitions, we are giving back by collaborating with Formula One Red Bull driver Y/N Y/L/N. She has created an agent with help of our graphic design team" he says and Y/N smiles.

"This is the second Australian Agent to come to the Agent Line-up and I'm very excited to be able to dedicate new Controller agent Ozzy to my close friend and fellow driver Oscar Piastri, he has been playing Valorant for quite a while so the character design is based off him" you explain after a cut in the video.

"Now please enjoy some gameplay footage of the new Australian Agent!" you say before it cuts to the reveal of the agent. And to Oscar's shock, the character does look a lot like him, its actually uncanny.

"This is such an amazing gift, I honestly don't know where she pulls all these ideas from... its insane how much she cares and listens to people. She's actually the sweetest person ever and I'm so happy to be able to drive with someone like her" Oscar smiles before the video moves to the next person.

2025

"Now unfortunately this wasn't a great season for you, or for team mate Max was it!" the presenter smiles sadly. You'd come P6 in the constructors while Max had come two above you in P4.

"Yeah I mean Ferrari really flew this season with two great drivers like Lewis and Charles, coming P1 and P2, obviously the Mclaren was just as quick if not quicker than last year so Lando is P3, Obviously Max in P4, the Mercedes was very quick this year hence George in P5. It was a risk with the new rules and using Ford as the supplier and the things we've got wrong we know what they are and we've fixed them for 2026 and I think we'll have better year" you sigh. Max was more consistent than you this year, but you were the only Red Bull driver to take a win this year, it was a rough year considering your 3 years of victories prior, but like Christian had said to the both of you, you live and you learn.

"That's amazing to hear! How do you feel Lewis getting his 8th?"

"I think his time in Mercedes had come to and end and I don't find it shocking that he's changed Ferrari for the better and will pave the way for Charles to become a World Champion!" you explain and she nods before pushing a bag lightly towards you.

"Onto more fun things, its that time of year that we all cannot wait for, its Secret Santa 2025!"

The bag was large but as she pulled the presents out she could see that they were wrapped awfully. She tried not to laugh as she separated out the gifts on the table observing each one.

"Okay, I'm liking the choice of paper, it's very festive. I'm going to have to give the person who wrapped these a wrapping lesson at some point though!" you giggle a little before tearing into number one.

"Omg! tickets to go see Captain America: Brave New World!" you exclaim.

"This either has to be my good friend Esteban Ocon, as a fellow MCU enjoyer or its my little brother on track, ie Mr America himself Logan Sargeant!" you ask looking up to the presenter who just giggled.

"Okay, next present is holy shit, tickets to Disney World!" you look up in shock.

"Look on the back who you are going with" she smiles.

"Tickets for me, you, Oscar and Lando! Logan oh my gosh you are so sweet you are literally the best person ever! Merry Christmas and I'll see you behind me on track in 2026!" you exclaim before the cameras cut out.

*Flip*

"George it's been a fantastic year for you coming in P5, and beating last years world champ! How does it feel?" she asks.

"Yeah, i think Y/N is a brilliant driver and its unfortunate Red Bull had as many faults as they did but that just goes to show how with her and Max it's not just the car its the driver as well. I think i would have quit half way through the season if i had as many issues as they did. But that just goes to show their resilience!" George says politely.

"Okay well, It's gift giving season and your secret Santa has most defiantly treated you!"

"Holy shit" he says turning to his left seeing the massive wrapped box and then a smaller bag next to it.

"I'm going to open the big one first!" he exclaims looking at it greedily.

"Of course you are" the interviewer laughs shaking their head.

"This is like, really expensive. No way!" he scans, after having torn the cardboard away from the state of the art bike sat in front of him, everyone knew George liked cycling, so this was a very nice gift.

"Oh and LOOK! It has mine and Alex numbers added together on it" he observed running his hand over the cyan colours, making out as though its a piece of art!

"Okay next one, is these two in this little bag, we have... ooo this is pretty heavy! It's oh okay its a book, The Art of George Russell: Every Shirtless Photo of George Russell!" he introduces before flicking through it showing the book to the camera, there was little personalized annotations on each photo inside.

"I love this so much, I know its Y/N whose got this for me because she has such a unique and interesting sense of humor, hmmmmm there's got to be another joke" he says before reaching further into the bag to pulling out a smaller and lighter gift.

"A Williams hat, and a .... Brazilian Flag Key Chain. Even though these are Y/N's joke presents they are always still so thoughtful. My time in Williams taught me so much that I carried through into Mercedes with me and Brazil was my first Win in Formula One, and it was really just special to me!" he exclaims smiling, placing the hat on his head before adding the key chain to his set of keys that he fished from his back pocket.

"Okay, last present George!" the presenter exclaims shoving a bigger bag towards him that had a bow tying it together.

He pulls open the bag spotting a few different unwrapped items.

"OH! This is a glamping set! Carmen has been begging and begging me for ages to take her camping in the Lake District as I used to do it all the time when we were kids, I tried to explain to her she wouldn't like camping as it gets kind of dirty. So this whole set is perfect!" he admits, looking through the tent, the air mattress and all the other little bits and bobs alongside it.

"Thank you so much for all of this Y/N i really really appreciate it all. I cant thank you enough!" he grins.

2026

"What a phenomenal year its been, we've had Lewis gain his 9th WDC, Y/N 2nd, Charles 3rd, Lando 4th and Max 5th!" the presenter smiles over to you.

"Yeah, I think we majorly fixed the issues we have last year, but I think we've still got some way to go and you know progress doesn't happen in one season so the on look for 27 is gonna be great!" you grin.

"Okay now it's all our favorite time of the year! It's secret Santa!" she comments and hands you the bag.

"Hmmmm, okay first gift these are..." you says as you pull out a wooden box with a carving on the top. You open it pulling on the metallic latch in the edge and spot inside custom chopsticks that had a red dragon going up the length.

"Oh woah, these are so beautiful, this has to be Mr Zhou Guanyu!" you grin holding them up to the camera holding your hand behind them as if you were one of the beauty influences showing of a blush or lipstick.

"Influencer era" you say making sure they could see every angle of them!

"Wait, can you guys get me anything I can test try them with?" you ask and you wait a little before some brings you out some dishes you could use your new chopsticks with.

"Mmm this is delicious!" you exclaim, and quickly finished up the food they'd provided you with.

"Omg these are crystals! Zhou and I were talking about these and the differences in meanings of the minerals"

You would always wear a good luck necklace in your races that got approved by the FIA when you first started racing. Everyone on the grid knew that you were into crystals and zodiacs, you'd have long conversations with Lando about the western Zodiac signs, and how him being a Scorpio worked well with your Y/S/S.

"These are really beautiful gifts, thank you Zhou! I absolutely love them and I will be sure to use the crystals at every race!" you grin smiling into the camera.

*Flip*

"Liam... Liam this will be your second secret Santa, you've had an amazing year in Racing Bulls and we cant wait to see what you do next year!" the presenter smiles looking towards the younger male.

"It's been a great second season in F1, I think after my years as a reserve driver i was starting to doubt myself but I'm glad that I'm here and racing!" he smiles back at her.

"Okay, so with your secret Santa, it's a little complicated. We're going to have to take you somewhere else to show you one of your presents. But here are the first few!" she smiles handing him a medium sized bag.

He reaches in taking out the first present which is a Lightening McQeen plushie.

"Ahhh, i think a lot of the drivers know my love for the man and legend himself, the reason i got into racing so this could be anyone” He reaches back into the bag to pull out a Red Bull team member top and water bottle.

"Oh!" He looks up in shock before laughing.

"This is definitely Y/N! She's helped me a lot through out the season and is helping me to progress each day! Thank you so much Y/N"

“Okay now if you’d kindly follow us, with this blind fold on we will lead you to the next present!” The presenter says offering him a blind fold. Off camera they walk him to the hotel elevator and out to the car park.

In front of him stands a red Chevrolet, with the number plate LM95 RBR which could either stand for Liam or the initials of his idol Lightening McQueen, with the cars number after it and then RBR for Red Bull Racing. Little did people know that you’d pulled a Lewis Hamilton 24.

Lewis was retiring after 28 season. He’d told you earlier, as it still wasn’t public knowledge. And Ferrari had come to you about the replacement, at first you were thinking you didn’t want to leave Red Bull, but a chance at Ferrari was everyone’s dream in this sport.

So you would be driving for Ferrari from 2029 onwards with Charles Leclerc as your partner, who also wasn’t aware about the move.

Obviously you had to tell the red bull team you were leaving and had pushed them to sign on Liam Lawson as their second driver, push him to be the new Max Verstappen and eventually take that number 1 seat when Max retires.

This is why you’d done the tease of the red bull merch towards Liam, and that’s why he looked shocked in the camera because you both were some of the only people aware.

“Okay you can take the blindfold off” the presenter says and he does, and tears build up in his eyes as he sees the custom painted red car in front of him. It was an older model, one that he could modify and make better which made it such a good gift as Y/N new he liked fixing cars as a hobby.

“This is probably the best gift and most thoughtful thing I’ve ever received! Oh my gosh I wish she was here right now” he says a little overwhelmed as he looks at the car.

“But I am, get in loser we’re going shopping” you shout sticking your head out the passenger side window of the car before you open the door getting out.

Liam runs over to you, pulling you into a huge hug thanking you for the gift. Cameras cut as the two of you inspect the car, pointing little details out that he may have missed.

2027

“What a season it’s been phenomenal we’ve had Charles Leclerc get his first WDC, we had Lando come 2nd with an insanely quick McLaren and he gave us a further contract extension till 2030 in his Papaya team! And you Y/N in 4th just a point behind Lewis Hamilton and a point ahead of George Russell. Great season! How do you feel!”

“Yeah I’m feeling great, there are so many names on the grid right now that it’s really spiced up the races and is having some great battles for podiums out there causing all kinds of wins! I’m proud of what we’ve done in Red Bull and can’t wait for another year!” You grin.

“Okay as usual onto presents, now this is an interesting one and I think you will enjoy who your Santa is!” She grins leaning in her hand as she watches you open it.

“Lots of Ferrari Merch, so it’s either Lewis or Charles, I want to lean towards Charles as the WDC this year! But you never know, is Lewis even in it this year? Oh my gosh did he rejoin?” You ask in shock!

“Okay what else have we got here, oh my gosh it’s a fucking Birkin bag!” You scream looking at the camera in shock. Obviously you were friends with everyone on the grid, it was just in your nature. So obviously you got talking to people about what you did and didn’t like. And when you were taking to Lewis, Carlos, Lando and Charles before a post race interview panel, you all got talking about fashion trends you liked. Hence the very expensive Birkin in front of you.

“This has to be from Lewis, but Charles was at the conversation where we talked about this bag, oh my this is difficult” you exclaims before you finalise its Lewis and you make a gesture of excitement for getting it right.

“Thank you everyone and a goodnight, I’m going to sexily walk away with my Ferrari merch tucked inside the Birkin” you whisper up close to the microphone before they capture you walking off in style.

*Flip*

“Carlos Sainz, you’ve been phenomenal in Audi this year how is the car staring to feel?” The presenter asks.

“Yea, I think you know in one season you cannot expect to get it right, but now that it’s our second year it’s coming along really nicely and I can see us being difficult for the 2028 season ahead” he explains well PR trained and ready for anything.

“Okay Secret Santa time! Let’s go” they say after continuing the small Audi on the ride debate.

“Yes I’m excited I see lots of presents for me, which can only mean uno persona, mi Amiga Y/N!” He exclaims and the presenter just rolls her eyes knowing people at this point know if they’ve been lucky and got you or if they have anyone else because of the vast presents around them!

“Okay well let’s see what Y/Ns got for you”

He proceeds to open a medium sized gift which is a jar of chilis that makes him laugh, as he observes the jar carefully.

“I shall give these to mi madre for cooking, she makes the best food with these chilis you’ll have to come try some time Y/N” Carlos says sending a wink towards the camera that fans would later go wild over.

“Oh this is heavier oh, oh it’s golf clubs and shoes, these are mmmm how does Lando say it, ‘lush’? Is that the word im looking for?” He asks coolly as he inspects the present.

He looks behind him, to see what looks to be just cardboard wrapped around something, he deems it in his head to be a canvas.

As he tears of the cardboard and bubble wrap, he’s met with a paining by you that he looked at and assumed must have taken you hours, of him stood by his race car for each year he had in F1. It was a huge canvas, one that looked like it belonged on a wall in a museum, the art on it did too.

“This is, wonderful. I don’t think I’ve seen something so good since Picasso himself” he admits continuing to look over the painting.

“Thank you for all of these gifts, I truly love them!” He admits.

2028

“So this year felt like 2024 all over again, we had the retirement of Lewis, and you are taking his seat in 2028 alongside Charles Leclerc in Ferrari, how does that feel Y/N!” The presenter asks and you smile.

“I think if you ask any driver what team they’d love to drive for before they leave it will always be Ferrari so the fact that I have the opportunity to drive for them in the next few years and try to win a championship again with them, I’d be honoured” you admit smiling.

“And now we know what last years secret Santa really meant for you when you gave Liam Lawson Red bull gear knowing he’d be driving for them in 2029 and last year, no wonder Lewis gave you his Ferrari merch, it’s because you are taking over his seat!” she asks and you just laugh and nod.

“We’ve had a fantastic year we’ve seen Lando take his first WDC, with Y/N coming in 2nd really trying to show her new team she is ready for them! While her team mate Max Verstappen didn’t have an amazing season coming in 7th” they answer and you clap and praise Lando saying how far he had come and how proud you were on him and how it was such an honor to drive on track with him.

“Okay anyway onto secret Santa Y/N!” She exclaims pushing a small bag towards you.

You grin opening it up, to be met with …. A bottle of WKD…

Very random.

“Okay so WKD is like a teen/young adult alcohol in the UK, so my thoughts would be on Lando, or like George maybe??” You ask before the interviewer has an evil and mysterious giggle on.

“So your secret Santa when you found out it was you, got a little nervous. So he prepared this recording for you, and one final present” the interviewer says before turning the laptop to you and shocking you see …

“Charlie?!! He’s my secret Santa?” You ask in shock.

“Hello Y/N, I will admit I panicked when I was given your name in secret Santa, I’ve had a crush on you since way back in the karting days when I first met you. So, as your secret Santa, my other gift to you, is a date with me! I also hope you like the final present I made for you! I cannot wait to be your team mate, and maybe more if I’m lucky in the future”

The camera pans back to you and your face in bright red, an unflattering blush in your already sun kissed face.

“Here’s the other present” the presenter says tentatively pushing forward a neatly wrapped presents, the work for sure of Pascale Leclerc.

You open up the contents finding the original CD case you’d give him, for his secret Santa back in the day. You open it up seeing a cd and a slip of paper fall out. On the paper we’re all the song titles which had something to do with you, or your career.

He’d quiet literally placed your life inside songs …. And that was quiet the gesture.

“What a whirlwind of a year 2029 will be huh!” You joke before the cameras cut off!

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