#reader x aaron hotchner

[nathanbatemanfucker]

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

[nareclipwse]

[thatboisus]

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

[l0caltiredgirl]

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

[lovelyspooks]

Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours

[sleepyangelkami]

smut's fun. have you ever read soul crushing, heart aching, head throbbing comfort that makes your eyes burn out of your head to the point where you just have to crawl into a ball because your inner child feels so safe? haha... yeah smuts fun.

[bethsvrse]

pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

[itshelia]

My mom to her friends, my aunts, and literally everyone she knows: Yeah, my kid is so smart. She is on her phone a lot of the time, but it's not like you guys think, She is not like how kids nowadays are, She reads a lot of books on her phone!!

Me, a fanfic reader who can survive off nothing but just words and day dreams herself to sleep:

[colmiilllo]

me acting like I just didn't read the most filthy nasty hot smut fic of my life

[cxrrodedcoffin]

me after spending 6 hours reading criminal minds fanfiction instead of sleeping:

[nathanbatemanfucker]

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

an: happy first day of fluffy february and happy black history month besties. big huge thank you to @doctorstethoscope for putting this event together. i’m so exciting to see all that’s created for it. here’s the event page of your interested in joining or just to keep up with all the content @doctorsteths-fluffyfeb. happy, fluffy reading babes!

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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

[nareclipwse]

me if being obsessed with older men was illegal

[thatboisus]

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

[l0caltiredgirl]

me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*