Hi! I graduate uni today and was wondering I could request a fluffy hotch x reader about a younger reader graduating 👉🏻👈🏻 u can chose the rest of the plot ilysm
i’m sorry i’m late (exams are a b*tch) but congrats on graduating!!!
“when do you think--” Jack asks, peering over the crowd.
“I don’t know, buddy,” Hotch scans the crowd, looking for your familiar form in the crowd -- but it was no use, you were lost in a sea of black robes and yellow tassels, “but it should be coming up soon so keep watching.”
“I know i’m afraid we’re going to miss it,” Garcia trying to crane her neck to look over the shoulder of an incredibly tall man who had sat in front of her.
“Don’t worry baby girl, we won’t miss it,” Morgan reassured her, switching seats with her. He claps Reid on the shoulder, “if anything, boy genius is our failsafe, he probably knows how many graduates are left before its time--”
“Well actually, there are about 15 more names to be called before its time--” Morgan shoots him a look, raising an eyebrow, before Reid lifts the pamphlet, “I read the pamphlet, they’re going in order.”
Hotch shakes his head, looking again for you -- he was so proud of you -- managing everything that you did -- work, school, having to deal with him and Jack on top of it -- and you never complained. There were so many nights of studying until 4 AM, hours spent on planes studying for exams, and the countless amount of times he had to drag you into bed.
But you did it, and he finally caught sight of you -- grinning as you waiting on the steps of the stage waiting to cross the stage, glancing over the crowd. Hotch lifted Jack onto his shoulders, all of them waving at you and you spotted them, beaming at them, blowing a kiss to them.
And then they called your name. you crossed the stage, and he clapped hard -- knowing his hands would hurt after, cheering with every breath in his chest -- the very chest that beat for you and Jack. You deserved this -- the last four years, everything the two of you had been through, everything had culminated in this moment.
“You okay there, Hotch?” J.J. asked, nudging him, and he blinks back a tear or two, watching you step off the stage, blowing a kiss to him.
“Yeah, I am,” and he always would be with you by his side.
Bonus:
“I’m so proud of you,” he held you close, after the two of you tucked Jack into bed, and you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.
“How proud?” and he snorts, a broad grin on his lips as his large palms slipped lower, as he found your lips soft, and insistent.
“Let me show you.”
