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Heyyyy can you do a Hotch x reader where readers just kinda been down all day but doesnât wanna tell Hotch because sheâs kinda used to being the badass with all her walls up? And hotch kinda pulls her to the side and forces it out of her đđ
thank you for requesting!! fem, 1.2k
Hotch has dark hair. Heâs an older guy but heâs yet to grey, hair like the strands are soaked with coal pitch, even darker under the office lights. He braces his hand on the desk and ducks toward Spencerâs computer screen, pointing at a corner with patience.Â
âThis one,â Hotch says.Â
âWhy would they organise it like this?â Spencer asks, his voice bordering incredulous.Â
âIâm not sure. Youâll remember where this is?âÂ
âDo you usually have to tell me more than once?â Spencer says lightly.Â
âAsk your licence to carry.âÂ
Youâd laugh, his wit quick and poor Spencer a good sport, but your head feels heavy with a forming upset. Like your mind has turned to thick porridge. You woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but you donât feel angry, more magnificently empty. Nothing is touching beyond your surface level.Â
âThank you, sir,â Spencer says.Â
You ignore the weight of a gaze on you while you click through your emails, prioritising what needs to be answered before the end of the day, the end of the week, and the end of the month as Hotch taught you to. You double click an email chain from a consult youâd been assigned from out of state and reread your response, nervous that your lack of confidence today might have shone through blunt wording. Hotch is looped into the chain âhe can correct any glaring errors should you have made them.Â
âHey,â Hotch says when you donât look up. He doesnât use your name, and he doesnât need to. âIâd like to talk to you. Letâs go up to my office.âÂ
âCan I have a half hour to work through my emails?â you ask apologetically.
âIâd prefer we talk now. Any overdue reply can be blamed on me,â he says.Â
hotch rolling up the sleeves on his button down would make me stop talking mid sentence. Like a snake charmer with a snake style
âI just want them to like me.â
âThey will.â
You rest your face in your hand. âNobody ever does,â you mumble, chin stuck in your palm, forcing your head to jump up as you talk. With a sigh, you press your fingers to your eye, your thumb to the other.Â
Itâs not completely and totally serious. You are anxious, but itâs more to do with the event itself than the idea of being liked. Now that Aaron likes you, youâre not so afraid of the world. That being said, you pull your head up and watch as Aaron takes off his suit jacket. âBut you do,â you say.Â
âOf course I do. More than anyone. And we donât care if people donât like us, remember?âÂ
âYes, sir.â
Aaron does a half-laugh snort thing that makes you wanna kiss his scruff. He lays his jacket across the back of his chair and turns for his window, pulling the handle down and pushing it onto the latch. Cool air immediately begins to circle the room, but the day is hot, shadows of heat and sweat darkening Aaronâs shirt. Youâd like to see the state of his undershirt, but he might call that an inside thought. Or a home thought, at the very least. One to share over text if youâre desperate.Â
You tilt back in your chair. This is why people donât like you. Why youâre lucky Aaron ever gave you a chance; youâre off-putting, though not obstinately, more through a helplessness that Hotch had no business combatting, and yetâ Hotch becomes Aaron. Aaron becomes your bub, or whatever heâd like to hear least. Heâs the embrace you crave when things go to shit, and he makes tight work of it, always.Â
âMaybe we shouldnât go. Like, together. Iâll just embarrass you,â you say.Â
Aaron letâs put a grieved sigh. You follow his fingers as he takes the cuff links from his sleeves. âYou couldnât embarrass me. Nothing you doâ honey, youâre not embarrassing, okay?â
He says it softly, threads and elastics of warmth.Â
âI could be.â
âYouâre having a bad day, youâre having doubts, but thinking something doesnât make it true.â
âItâs objectively,â âAaron slips a hand into the edge of his sleeve and begins tucking it upwardsâ âtrueâ Iâm not like you, I donâtâ this is barely my worldâŚâ
âYou donât have the roots some people might have,â he agrees, pushing his sleeve up to the elbow, and then a little higher. Your eyebrows shift unbidden into a pinch. âThatâs a good thing. You avoided the politics bit. Itâs the worst part.âÂ
He rolls up his other sleeve, leaving forearms long and tan and green at the inner elbows where his veins are strongest. You can see the slight curve of his biceps, the memory of your lips to a scar flooding in and turning you feverish as he reaches for the pen heâd discarded a little while ago.Â
âYouâll be perfect,â he says, or something like that, something something perfect, a bunch of words you miss as his arm flexes and his chin dips down. He sets the pen to his notebook.Â
You donât notice heâs stopped talking until he clears his throat.Â
âI like you very much,â he says gently. âOkay? No matter what happens. Itâll all be fine.â
Heâs taken your yearning quiet for nerves, and you have no choice but to let him believe it. How often does Aaron misread you?Â
âOkay.â
He smiles, pleased. âOkay. Good, baby.â
His praise goes right to your head. You dip forward again into your hand and groan, and Aaron, unbeknownst to you, loosens his tie some. Youâre easily distracted. Heâll use any advantage he can.Â
âDo you want to come sit by me?â he asks. âI could use the second set of eyes.â
You nearly trip over your own feet.Â
theyâre bringing clois back to us
just got my sister Burberry her as a âgraduationâ gift :D it smells amazing

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jadey are any of those wips our lovely mr kent? đ¤˛
yes two!
thank you for your requests yesterday! I now have four wips! Four!!! Yay i am so appreciative guys youâre all so creative with lovely ideas
Clark idea: first time spending the night at his house but itâs completely accidental because she falls asleep on the couch and heâs unsure of what to do, and reader is super clingy and wakes up when he moves her
Last week, Clark stopped a skyscraper from falling onto a hundred helpless civilians using one arm. Tonight, he struggles to move from under your weight.
He is excited to have you asleep on him. This is a boyfriendâs job, to be your pillow, to have you take comfort in his presence so much so that you fall asleep in the middle of a movie youâd been excited to watch. You werenât particularly tired, as far as he knew, which makes your little snores sweeter to have warming his arm. He feels similarly relaxed when youâre around.
For a while, he has the movie on pause and waits for you to wake up. Then, when itâs clear youâre not dozing but truly sleeping, he changes the channel to watch a different movie and puts the other on record so you can watch it when you wake. He waits, and waits, but seven turns to nine turns to quarter to ten, and he realises he shouldâve woken you up. Because now itâs rather late to be taking you home on a work night.
Well, darn, he thinks.
Itâll be alright, he decides eventually. You havenât stayed the night before, but Clark knows you trust him, and he knows you wonât mind if he indulges himself and lets you sleep. Heâll wake you early in the morning to give you time to get home (hopefully accompanied by him, or one of his heavy coats) and it wonât matter that you stayed.
This, however, introduces a debate. Should he leave you here on the couch with a blanket, or should he carry you to bed? He decides pretty quickly you canât stay on the couch, itâs just never a comfortable way to sleep. Heâll lay you out in the double bed in his room.
Clark canât see you minding the cuddling that might happen in sleep, youâd been cuddling when you fell asleep.
How to move you, though. He sucks on his bottom lip while thereâs no one to see him, brows pinched together. Slow and steady, an arm under your knees? The princess carry is his only gentle option, really. He canât get you over his shoulder.
You sniff in your sleep, then comes a long, breathy snore. You make some really funny sounds. Clarkâs smiling about them as he gets his hand under your knee and lifts, no effort required to have you against his chest. Your little hiccup sound when youâd first started dozing had been the cutest, but this mumbly whine now at being moved is a close second.
âNooooâŚâ Your hand screws up in his shirt.
âLetâs go to bed, honey,â he whispers.
You wrap your arm behind his neck, your face smushed awkwardly to his chest. Cords in your back go rigid as he stands up, but a few kind shushes have you relaxing and sniffling again, like you might fall back asleep in his arms.
The bedroom door creaks when he opens it, prompting another disgruntled mumble. âClark,â you say, sounding annoyed now.
âI know, baby. Just taking you to bed, thatâs all. You go on back to sleep.â
âDonât wanna go home.â
Youâre barely audible in his chest. Clark gathers you close in one arm, pinning you close so he can pull back his sheets and comforter. âYouâre not going home, you think I could part with you now?â He lays you down in the bed. Your arm is steadfast behind his neck. âNot going anywhere,â he murmurs, kissing your forehead very, very gently, âIâll get you some water.â
âBed,â you murmur back. âClark.â
He likes this side of you. Heâs not sure heâs ever heard you whine before, and itâs pathetically soft while youâre too tired to act as you normally would. âFine,â he says, chuckling, âmove over then, my girl. Gosh.â
You actually smile at his teasing, wriggling backwards in the bed to make space. When Clark climbs in, you wrap your arm around him without hesitation, your cold nose pressing into his arm.
âGoodnight, bubby,â you mumble.
Clark giggles like a kid. âOh, goodnight,â he says, reaching for the switch just to the side of the bed thatâll turn out the lights. Clark doesnât need the overhead to stare at you. Heâs got supervision. âBeautiful. Wake me up if you need anything.â
You snore.
Clark gets a photo from his girl. fem, 0.5k
Look at this.Â
Clark peers down at the notification on his phone screen curiously. Heâs a little too busy arranging a bouquet at the moment to open itâhe likes to buy a couple from the florists and hodgepodge them into behemoth, beautiful arrangements for you. You deserve them. The first time he made you one you got teary-eyed, and spent the night sitting under his arm like some dearly loved creature too happy to move away from him.Â
The phone pings again with an attachment, a photograph. He abandons the pink sprig of teeny flowers and picks his phone up, the screen covered in green trimmings and splashed water.Â
Clark opens the notification. It immediately displays your photograph full screen: itâs a selfie, sort of, with the majority of your face and shoulders and the soft valley of your chest, and just behind you thereâs a butterfly caught in motion.Â
Clark smiles. So beautiful, he texts back.Â
Isnât it! Blue wings, thatâs an emperor butterfly? you respond.
Not the butterfly, you. You are so beautiful. Where are you?Â
Thereâs a couple of seconds, and then, to his delight, another selfie, sitting in the same place with the sunshine on your skin. The only difference is the park now shown behind you. Youâre out with friends, and mustâve stopped in Metropolis Park to enjoy the spring-to-summer heat.Â
At the park. Do you want to come and get me? Theyâre all going home, but itâs so nice.Â
Clark stares at you. It mustâve taken you half a second to capture a photograph of yourself, and youâve never looked so beautiful. Smiling, eyes tired from an early morning, your lashes in a crush at the corners of your eyes.Â
Youâre perfect. I donât know what I did to deserve you, he texts.
So youâre not coming to the park? you ask. Then, quickly, you donât have to say stuff like that.
Clark sends off a last message that says he is absolutely coming, scooping the arrangement out of the vase and wrapping it in a scrap of wax paper. You deserve flowers now, right now, his heart practically racing as he thinks of you waiting for him in the grass. So pretty. He wishes you could read his mind sometimes, to realise the extent of his appreciation, and to appreciate yourself with more tenacity, but he does not mind doing the reminding.
When he finds you, he almost melts. âHere you are,â he says, the bouquet as big as his chest, flowers tucked up under his chin and at the bottom of his view, framing you where youâre looking up at him with delight. âIâve been looking all over for you. I looked everywhere, but I finally asked someone if theyâd seen the prettiest girl in the world and they pointed me to you.â
You climb up on your knees with your arms out. Clark leans down to kiss you, the flowers reflecting gentle colour onto your neck. Â
opening requests for 2-3k fics! they will be posted separate from the request, so you can be as detailed as you like. im interested in writing for leon kennedy, peter parker or clark kent but not not open to other people
pls give the request page a read if you have any questions about it, i am most appreciative for any requests i get, thank you :D

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opening requests for 2-3k fics! they will be posted separate from the request, so you can be as detailed as you like. im interested in writing for leon kennedy, peter parker or clark kent but not not open to other people
pls give the request page a read if you have any questions about it, i am most appreciative for any requests i get, thank you :D
i could never not love you <3
yayyyyy thank you your love is a gift anon
I still love u guys of course
every 5 business days i reread the zombie au im truly inlove with your writing jade
I am honoured! Honoured!!!!!!!!!
Hey do u guys still love me honestly

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flirted hard with the dorky looking cashier at the shop just now as if he didnât see me buying insane amount of medicine and four packets of chocolate pretzels
Iâm so ill Iâm crackling and wheezing