baby fic based on the line “yours for the weekend” by Taylor Swift’s song ‘tis the damn season. it’s barely over 1k words but it’s… something. I’ve never written Hotch this dominant – to me at least, since I’m a soft and vanilla Hotch truther – and it was kind of fun. also, I accidentally tried a new writing style?? wrote this in one sitting and it’s not edited something I never do either, so !!! many !!!! new !!!! things !!!!! y’all !!!!! so pardon me if there are any mistakes. anyways. happy reading! mwahh!
Three knocks on your door spike up your heart rate.
You’ve been waiting for him since that first text he sent you this morning, and you canceled everything you had planned for the day from weeks ago, just to see him.
Kind of pathetic, but god, that man is worth everything.
You greet him shyly and he doesn’t say anything. He just smiles and walks inside with both of his hands inside his pockets.
You close your eyes and bite your lip.