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one more aaron hc: if you're someone who constantly needs to be playing with something (hair elastic, jewelry, etc) but you have none available, he would let you play with his fingers.

not even in a sexual way-- more like he would let you trace his palm, touch his fingertips, even let you pick at his fingernails.

here and now

okay i'm putting an anxious!reader take on this🥺 cw; established relationship, description of anxiety, so much fluff i want to cry

your quickened breath. that was the first thing aaron noticed.

as subtle as it was- extremely quiet as you were attempting to keep it maintained and discrete- it didn't fail to invade his ears. it also helped that he was seated right beside you, and besides, he knew you and all your tells.

and so, his eyes shot downwards to your lap, to your hands more specifically. as he expected, you were repeatedly clenching your fist, while attempting to hold your focus to the conversation at hand. every so often you changed tactics, your thumbnail pushing into the side of your index finger for a second or two, and then your knuckles would constrict again. more so, you were trying to hold onto something.

aaron's eyes lifted back to reid, who was going off on a tangent on how a mathematical sequence related to the geographical profile and to the unsub's comfort zone as a whole. keeping his gaze forward, his hand snuck below the table, easily finding the one that was his perfect fit.

as his hands were large, twice the size of yours, his palm completely enveloped your hand as a whole. quickly, he slipped his fingers under your own, resting between your fingers and palm.

at the contact, you nearly pried your hand away, glancing at aaron and widening your eyes in slight alarm. while in the field and to both your agreement, pda was kept to the absolute minimum. there were the rare occasions the rule was broken, in instances of high concern or danger, but it rarely happened. so aaron crossing that boundary, was almost unheard of.

you met his eyes, your own full of question and confusion.

what are you doing? here? now?

aaron shook his head briefly at your silent words. the two of you understood each other so well, there were times you didn't need words to communicate. loaded looks, variating different meanings appropriate to whatever the situation may be, did all the talking. it was more than enough.

his gaze softened deeply, those brown eyes you loved dearly expressing so much you couldn't put an accurate word to fully summarize it. all you knew, it made you feel safe. loved.

it's okay. i know what i'm doing.

you instantly relaxed at this, your shoulders dropping from the tension plaguing them. you hadn't even realized how much they had stiffened. or quite honestly, you hadn't recognized your anxious tendencies either until aaron had addressed them.

your fingers relaxed in his instantly this time.

at the touch his hand was rough, yet so incredibly gentle at the same time. it was a signature you only knew as aaron's. likewise, they offered you a familiarity that immediately grounded you, beginning to rebalance your raised heart rate.

still unnoticed by the others in the room, you pulled his hand further onto your lap, granting yourself more access. aaron even scooted his chair a few centimeters closer to yours.

your fingertips began to lightly trace his palm, falling into a cycle between moving to his fingers and back again. as you did so your clouded mind began to clear, the discussion at the table beginning to make more sense as you slowly refocused.

next, your fingers grabbed ahold of aaron's. your fingertips danced along his, playing with them gently before folding your hand into his.

once fingers were intertwined together, aaron lightly squeezed your hand. he longed to bring a kiss to your knuckles, and was disappointed the setting prevented him from doing so, but that was a matter he could easily solve later at the privacy of the hotel. or even sneakily attempt once everyone rose from the conference table, distracted.

this time when you peeked at aaron, his lips were raised into a small smile. it would go unknown amongst the others, but you recognized it. again, a subtle characteristic of aaron's only you would know.

just as he had, you returned the gesture and tightened your grip on his hand for a couple seconds, relaying your thankfulness and how much love you held for him.

again, the two of you didn't need words. he knew.

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AARON HOTCHNER IS SO HOT I CANT COPE TODAY

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this blog is an idiot positive zone. if ur a dumbass thats ok. this is a safe space for people w half a brain

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HE'S GOT HIS SON AND HE'S GOT LAND AND HE'S GOT A HOUSE AND HE'S GOT A SHIP AND HE'S GOT HIS OLD JOB BACK AND

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Your love is in trouble

pic by: @masterwords

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: You agreed to go on a date for the first time after breaking up with your boyfriend, Aaron - it’s not going well.

based on this post <3

Warnings: angst ❤️‍🔥 lmfaoo

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Hitting the shuffle button after picking a playlist to keep you company while getting ready turned out to be a huge mistake. You can never know if your and your ex’s song might randomly play, making you cry - just an hour before your first date with another man.

First date: first in every sense of the word. Your first date with this Ryan guy, your first date after him. Him, Aaron Hotchner, your Aaron, the man you had been trying for months now to get over.

You felt embarrassed, using a q-tip to fix your mascara, as the tears started to fill the corners of your eyes. This was a first date, you should have been smiling and dancing to happy songs and giggling while texting your friends about Ryan. Not crying over your ex-boyfriend, again.

The song was still playing and you knew you should have just turn it off, but you hadn’t let yourself listen to it in so long, and deep down you wanted to let yourself drown in your memories of him. No matter how much it hurt.

You stared at Aaron as he put the pizza in the oven. Two years and you still couldn’t get enough of his broad shoulders. As soon as he turned around, you walked straight into his arms and pulled him into a tight hug, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

The romantic song that was playing in the background fit the moment perfectly. You started whispering the lyrics against his skin, meaning every single word.

“This song reminds me of you,” you said. “Of us.”

He didn’t answer immediately, you guessed he was paying attention to the lyrics.

A few moments later he finally spoke. “We should dance to it then.”

Aaron took your hand and gave you a little spin, before pulling you against his body, swinging both of you slowly to the rhythm of the song.

“I love you,” he whispered, leaving a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you too, honey.”

“It’s really growing on me,” he said, referring to the song. “We should dance to it on our wedding.”

“Aaron!” you whined, and let your head drop on his chest.

He chuckled and pulled you closer, always loving seeing you flustered.

You would never forgive the two of you for ruining the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to you. You let work schedules and stupid fights get between two people in love.

The sound of a notification from your phone disturbed your thoughts. It was your best friend.

Ready for tonight? :)

You sighed, and dropped the phone on your bed. She was the reason you had agreed to go on that damn date. “You can’t cry over him forever,” “It’s time to move on, my love,” “If you don’t give him a chance, how will you know?”

The fact that you felt pathetic and lonely had also contributed to you saying yes. Maybe Ryan wouldn’t be that bad, after all.

Except he was. Well, maybe not bad. But he wasn’t Aaron and you made the mistake of comparing Ryan to him in every one of his moves.

He didn’t pull out your chair like Aaron always did, he got offended by your sarcastic comments instead of replying with the same energy, he didn’t fight you when you offered to split the bill, and he didn’t insist on driving you home himself. You figured he got mad because you declined his offer to join him for a drink to his place and that was why he didn’t even wait for you to call a taxi.

For some reason, though, you hadn’t called a taxi yet. Instead you were standing outside the restaurant, staring at a contact you hadn’t dared to call in a very long time.

“Honey 🧡”

Okay, maybe it was toxic that you hadn’t changed the name of his contact yet – or that you hadn’t deleted it at all – but you had never claimed to be perfect.

You took a deep breath and called his number, fast, so you wouldn’t have time to think this rationally and change your mind.

Aaron answered your call even faster.

“Hello?”

Your eyes closed at the sound of his deep voice. You had missed him.

“Aaron?”

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Is something wrong?”

There were a lot of things you could have said, but talking with him broke your heart all over again, and you started crying; your sobs making it hard for you to speak clearly. “Can you uhm…can you come pick me up, Aaron?”

“Tell me where you are.”

It was impossible for you to stop crying, so there were still tears in your eyes when Aaron arrived and parked his car right in front of you. You got in quickly, doing your best to avoid eye contact.

The car smelled like his cologne; a comforting scent to you, helping you to calm down.

He started the car, without saying a word. You didn’t dare to speak either, but you could tell by the direction of the car, he was driving you home.

“I was on a date,” you finally said.

His knuckles turned white as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Did he do anything to you?” he asked, coldly.

“No.”

A deep sigh escaped him, and it was clear that it was a sigh of relief.

“Why did you call me, Y/N?”

“I miss you,” you admitted. “I was crying about you before my date. I am crying now that it’s over. I’m tired.”

Aaron was silent and you felt panic taking over your body. “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable. Or if there’s someone in your life-”

“There’s no one else,” he cut you off.

You wished you were a profiler like him; to be able to read him and his reactions. Was he angry? Was he annoyed? Was he over you? Closed off Aaron was your least favourite Aaron. You wanted to know him, to understand him.

“Aaron, talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say?” he asked, frustrated.

“How you feel!” you said.

“I’m upset you called.”

“Okay,” you said, softly. “I understand.”

His silence was driving you crazy, so you spoke again. “Thank you for coming even though I upset you.”

“I’ll always come when you call,” he answered. How could he say such sweet words with such a cold tone? You missed the days where he’d call you his love with a voice sweet like honey.

When you finally arrived at your place, Aaron got out of the car first and before you even had the chance to unbuckle your seat belt, he was opening the door for you.

Standing in front of him, you finally looked into his eyes. Yours were shinning with tears still, and you swore Aaron almost said something about it.

“Well…thank you again. And, I’m really sorry for upsetting you. It was immature of me to call you like that. It’s just been hard, you know?”

Aaron simply nodded.

“Okay…goodnight then,” you said, defeated, and turned around.

But as you did, you felt Aaron wrapping his hand around your wrist, pulling you back and into his arms.

You let yourself break down completely, your face buried in his chest. His arms tightened around you, and you thought you could stay like that with him forever. It was safe and warm in his embrace, so you cried and sobbed while he rubbed your back in soothing circles.

“Shh…” he said. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. I’m here.”

“You’re here.”

“I am.”

“Don’t ever leave me again,” you begged him.

“I won’t. I promise, my love,” he promised, and pulled back just enough to finally kiss your lips the way you’d been dying to.

“Let’s go inside, okay?”

“Okay.”

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nah I swear bitches (the other mandalorians) are just jealous of din. ‘oh ur not one of us anymore bc u took ur helmet off in a life or death situation’ girl just admit ur jealous of his gear. sorry he has a beskar spear the dark saber sick ass armor an illegal ship and a super powered baby. it’s not his fault he’s the side quest master

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anyway! aaron is a clingy bitch rights!!!!!!

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No matter how tired someone might be, sleeping for the first time next to their crush can make their sleep come a bit slower; especially when said crush is their boss who they have never held eye contact with for more than two seconds at a time, because it gets too much.

That’s how you justify laying awake at 3 am, staring at the ceiling, while Hotch next to you has been snoring like there’s no tomorrow for hours now.

You turn to your side so you can properly look at him. He’s laying on his stomach, his pillow is squeezed by his strong arms, his mouth is slightly open, and the skin between his eyebrows is less wrinkled than usual. It makes you smile.

If one person in the world deserves a good night’s sleep, then that person is Aaron Hotchner.

The urge to reach out and trace his eyebrows with your thumb or mess with his hair overcomes the shyness you always feel around him. He’s asleep after all, so he’d never know, right? But the moment you slightly raise your hand form the mattress, Aaron shifts in his sleep and his movement makes you freeze. Just a second later, his eyes open and he stares at you confused.

You almost start talking, trying to come up with an excuse as to why you were ready to touch him, only to remember that he saw nothing. Your arm never got to be near him. So why is he staring at you like that?

“Hotch?” you whisper.

He doesn’t respond, instead he softly blinks at you before blessing you with the most beautiful sleepy smile you have ever seen. Aaron is smiling at you and you forget how to breathe.

Before you even have the time to process what is happening, his arms let go of the pillow he’s been holding and one of them is suddenly wrapped around your waist.

What?

As if that’s not enough, his whole body moves close to you – practically on top of you - and his face is buried in your chest. You can feel his smile against you.

Who knew Aaron Hotchner would be such a clingy sleeper?

You’re not sure what you’re supposed to do next; afraid to move or touch him in any way, while he’s wrapped around you like a koala.

“It’s late…” his mumbled words against your t-shirt interrupt your thoughts. “Sleep.”

“I will,” you say back.

Maybe you should do just that. Sleep.

You let one of your hands get lost in his hair as the other rests on his back. Your legs are already intertwined, thanks to him.

A quiet giggle escapes your lips. You press a sweet kiss against the top of his head and whisper to him ‘good night’ before joining him in his blissful sleep.

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I would do anything for these three 💥💥💥

Sick Surprise pt. 12 - The Purple Cast

In which Spencer and Y/N race to the hospital when her mother calls her there

Warnings: cursing, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, lmk if I missed anything!!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Y/N had her hands clenched into fists as Spencer drove to the hospital. If you hadn’t figured already, Y/N was the type to shut down when something really stressful happened.

She bit her lip and glanced out the window at the lights and trees passing by rapidly. Her mother didn’t tell her what happened because she lost service in the part of the hospital she was in.

Spencer knew that Y/N’s mind was spiraling. Ever since the kidnapping, she had been on edge about Eloise. Everything scared her. She hadn’t been back to daycare m even though she knew that Jake had been arrested.

“Y/N…” He drew out, glancing at her leg rapidly bouncing up and down.

“What?” She asked, her voice coming out unintentionally snappy. She closed her eyes and sighed. “I’m sorry.”

Spencer let a small smile poke at his lips. “It’s okay, Y/N/N. I just want you to know that Eloise is completely fine.” He shook his head. He was also trying to mask his worry to make sure that Y/N stayed calm. “Your mother would have called again and again if there was something really bad.”

Y/N breathed. “Yeah. You’re— you’re right. But can you please speed up, I’m losing my mind here, Spencer.”

He chuckled comfortingly. “I’m already going five over, baby.”

She shrugged. “You pretty much are the law. I don’t think they’d care if you went an extra five…”

Spencer glanced at her. “The hospital is right up here, Y/N. No need to speed. When we get out of the car I need you to be calm and nice.”

She furrowed her brows. “I am fucking nice, Spencer.”

He raised his eyebrows and nodded as he turned into the hospital entry. “Sure.”

When they parked Y/N almost jumped out of the car. Spencer had to call her name to keep her from running into the hospital without him.

They got in and the receptionist was on her phone and chewing gum loudly. “Hi.” Y/N called.

The receptionist looked up and then back down at her phone so Y/N looked at Spencer giving him the ‘im about to beat this bitch up’ look. He sighed and placed his hands on the desk.

“Excuse me, ma’am.” He cleared his throat. She looked up and her mouth parted, glancing all around his face. “Can you tell me where Eloise Y/L/N is located?” She bit her lip before smiling.

“What, lookin’ for a girlfriend?” She asked with a flirty tone. Y/N clenched her jaw and kept her mouth shut.

Spencer shook his head. “No, looking for our daughter.” He said, pulling Y/N by her hand up next to him. She felt her body heat up and she glanced at her fiancé. He had never called Eloise his daughter before.

Y/N popped her eyes up and smiled a bit at the receptionist with victory in her expression. “What room?” She asked, her voice higher pitched.

The receptionist rolled her eyes and started typing away on her computer. “What’s the last name again?”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N walked quickly about two feet in front of her fiancé. Her eyes read each room number before she read room 212.

She walked in and out a smile on her face when she saw a doctor kneeling in front of Eloise, writing something on her arm. Well, on the purple cast that covered her arm. The girl snapped her head towards the door.

“Mommy! Spenther!”

Y/N held open her arms as she walked forward. “Baby! What happened here?” She asked, glancing at her mother who stood with her hands clasped in front of her.

Y/N’s mother sighed. “She fell down the stairs.” She shrugged. “She was coming down to get a cookie before bed and the next think i know she’s tumbling down.”

The mother blinked and looked at the doctor. “How is she?”

He nodded. “Clean break. Should heal in about 6 to 8 weeks.” He raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl sitting on the bed. “And she’s been the best patient I’ve had all day.” He tapped her cast. “How’s that feel?”

She shot up her uninjured arm and stick her thumb up with a smile. “Feels gweat doc!”

Y/N smiled and he got up from his kneeling position. “We can discuss the paperwork information in a little while.”

He walked past Y/N sparing her a weird smirk before looking at Spencer and leaving. She inhaled deeply and walked forward, sitting next to her daughter. “Hi baby!”

Eloise squealed and leaned into her mother, careful not to let her arm move too much. “Mommy, I only cwied a wittle bit, I swear! Was I bein’ a big girl?”

Y/N tilted her head and smoothed the girl’s hair back. “Oh, baby. Big girls cry too.” She nodded, remember how much she’d cried just that day.

Eloise gasped. “They do!?”

Spencer nodded and walked over to sit on the other side of her. “Yep. So do big boys.” He grabbed a sharpie off of the table next to the bed.

He gently lifted her cast and signed his name. He drew a little shaky smiley face next to it. “It’s okay to cry. All that matters…” His tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth while he drew another little doodle. “All that matters is what you cry about.”

It was physically impossible for Y/N to hide her smile. Watching her fiancé like this actually made her ovaries explode. She was sure that after they got married, she’d ask him for another baby or two. Or seven. How ever many he wanted to give her, she’d let him.

She sort of spaced out while Spencer and Eloise were conversing about her time at her grandma’s. She began to imagine the house they’d buy together. She imagined a little boy with Spencer’s hair running around asking for chocolate sprinkled donuts and a little girl with his intelligence reading a chapter book by the age of four.

“Y/N.”

She snapped out of her daze at her mother’s voice. “I’m going to head out. Walk me?”

The woman looked at Spencer who smiled and nodded. She sighed and got up. She let her mother walk out first and followed after.

They walked in silence for the first few moments but then Y/N’s mother spoke. “I understand if you never want to let your father and I have Eloise again.” She shook her head, her voice was quiet. “A-and I want you to send me the hospital bill. I’ll pay all of it— it’s the least I can do.”

Y/N inhaled deeply and stopped walking and turned to her mother. “Mom, first of all, her insurance covers it. There’s no need for you to pay for anything for me. I’ve been getting by just fine without your financial support. I don’t need it now.” She shook her head. Her mother looked like she was about so say something but Y/N spoke again before she could. “And second, it was an accident, mom.” The woman seemed to relax a little.

“Just because my kid broke her arm at your house doesn’t mean she won’t ever be allowed back.” She shook her head.

The older woman smiled. “Good.” She nodded. “I’m really sorry about this, honey. And I’m serious, if you ever need anything— I mean anything, I’ll do it for you.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

“— It’s like she’s trying to make up for abandoning us—“ She paused to take a bite of her cheesecake. Her and Spencer stopped on the way back from the hospital to get Eloise a little dessert before she had to go to bed, “It’s infuriating. ‘Send me your hospital bill, if you need anything-‘ so stupid.” She mocked. “This just proves she still thinks I can’t do this.”

Spencer listened to her rant quietly as he held Eloise in his arms. She had already eaten her dessert but begged for Spencer to read her a story. She fell asleep and couldn’t bare to move her. It took a while for her to find a comfortable position with her cast.

“It just sucks because even though she thinks I couldn’t tell what she was really saying. She think I think she was being a good mother. She thinks I’m poor!”

Spencer’s mouth dropped open with a smile before shushing her quietly. She looked down at her daughter quickly before muttering a ‘sorry’ and putting grabbing Spencer’s plate of coffee cake off the table and spoon fed him a mouthful. He hummed and shut his eyes as he chewed.

Once he was done chewing and she was done ranting, she sighed and leaned her head against the back of the couch. “Spencer?” She whispered, her heart warning at the sight of her daughter sprawled across his chest pretty much snoring.

“Yeah?”

She pressed her lips together with a smile. “You’re really good with her.” She whispered, biting her lip. “Did you ever think about being a father before you met us?”

He thought for a second then nodded. “I did for a little bit. But uh… I was an insecure teenager and I thought I would never find anyone who would give me a child.”

Y/N sleepily blinked. “I will.” She said. “I’ll give you as many babies as your heart desires.”

Spencer blushed and smiled. “I love you.”

The woman took one last looked at her soon to be husband and her daughter. Their daughter. “I love you.”

Spencer couldn’t wait for the day of their wedding when he would get to give Y/N his gift.

He was going to ask if he could adopt Eloise.

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I’m in love with these twoooooooo and I love Spencer and Eloisey’s relationship. I swear he’s such a dad.

Next chapter with be the wedding!!!! With some angst and some fluff and obvi some smut!

Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed!

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never wanted to suck dick so bad in my life

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they’re my comfort idiots, your honor

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I think hotch fanfics are altering my brain chemistry

Secret we share

synopsis: The team is pestering you about your love life. Little do they know that your boyfriend is sleeping not too far away.

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

cw: angst (insecurities), fluff

wordcount: 1446

"How's the mystery loverboy?" Derek leans in over the table separating you, inching closer as if it'd help drawing the information you'd withheld for so long out.

"Or girl," Emily shoots in. Taking a seat just in time for the interrogation you could feel coming. It was only a matter of time before they started pestering you with questions about your love life. It surprised you they hadn’t done so sooner. You were thankful they hadn't though.

"You know I like my privacy, Derek.." Your averted your gaze from the book you rested in your lap. Meeting his eyes you could tell he wouldn't back down, not today. Having Reid fast asleep and being afraid of Emily's wrath he was only left with picking on you.

"Come on, you've been glowing lately. Something big must've happened."

"I mean besides my partner being themselves and being one of my happiest places, than no. Nothing major has really happened."

You avert your gaze, searching the jet for someone to help you, but find your eyes land on Aaron as he's seated alone next to the window, fast asleep. Emily notices your gaze and you notice her frame sink at the sight.

"He must be really tired. He rarely sleeps on the jet." she mutters.

"I think the case was heavy on him. Especially with the unsub targeting boys Jacks age.." you voice, knowing all to well it really had him worried about his son.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine, it’s Hotch we’re talking about. The man is literally made out of something unbreakable." Derek says, trying to preserve the image of Aaron being this superhero without fear or pain.

Little did they know of the times you’d held Aaron in your arms as he sobbed his heart out. Feeling incapable, a coward or not enough. Yet you always reminded him of just how incredible he was. Helping him weather any storm.

All you did was hum in response, before making a attempt to get back too your book. Derek snatched it out of your hand, marking the page and putting it next to him out of your reach.

“Nah-ah, we’re not done,” 

“What more would you like me to say?” 

“Anything! I don’t know anything about your loverboy." 

"Or girl. "

"or girl." Derek repeats, desperate now.

Glancing down at your hands you decide that some details wouldn’t be too bad to share. They knew not to ask you any revealing questions and frankly you thought they enjoyed the hunt of your mysterious lover.

"Fine.." you sigh. Derek and Emily leans in, eyes widening, holding their breath to what you're saying next. “You have three questions, be creative.” 

“How did you meet?” Derek fires off almost before you've finished your sentence. Emily elbows him whispering something about thinking thoroughly through the questions before asking.

“They actually noticed me in the pouring rain, offering me a ride home. I knew them from before and got in. Upon hearing my stomach growling they offered to stop by some takeout place. We ended up getting some incredible thai and when we got to my place, we just found out that it'd be nice to continue the conversation so they joined me inside."

The story wasn't that far off.. from your first date. He had noticed you in the rain and more like ordered you into the car, not wanting his agent to contract a cold.

"What are they like?" Emily asks. Clearly forgetting the importance of thinking through the question before asking. She seemed more invested in your overall feeling towards this mystery person, whereas Derek was tormented in not knowing who this individual was.

"Honestly the best. I can’t imagine someone so headstrong and independent, yet filled with so much love and care for the ones around them."

“So they work with people, interesting." Derek smirks, as if he'd been let in on a secret. "Are you taking notes Emily?” 

You can’t help but smile at the two idiots in front of you as they scurry amongst themselves to find something to write on. It doesn't take long before they do and Emily speaks up, asking the third and final question. "What's your favourite thing about them?"

"It's impossible to not love everything about them, form the small things they do when nervous or stressed to the bigger things like how they always seem to know me better than myself. They're just amazing in every possible way. But if I have to chose something it'd be.. how I feel so safe with them, t's like nothing in the world could ever harm me y'know. Which is rare in this line of work. having seen all the horrible stuff people are capable off." you can't help but smile as you're reminded of Aarons kind and gentle nature. Sure he seems strict and stuck up at work, but behind closed doors, he is the embodiment of love. Look up the words romance and love in the dictionary and you'll find a picture of him there. He had singlehandedly proven to you that romance was not dead. "That and the way they just radiate love. At least to me. I feel seen, and heard and wanted. And honestly I can't imagine my life without them."

You reach out your hand and Derek obediently gives you your book back a sigh of defeat leaving him as he does.

"You don't make this easy on me, hot stuff."

"That's be boring wouldn't it?" You tease as you return to where you left off in your book.

Derek finds one of his sports podcasts and leans back. Emily's gaze drifts out the window. No matter how hard you try, you can't seem to focus on the book anymore. You inch closer to Emily, lowering your voice so no one but she can hear.

"I think I love them, Em."

"Worse things have happened. You've been dating for what, 9 months?"

"Closer to a year actually."

"Then it's natural."

"I just.. I've never felt this strongly about someone."

Emily glances over at JJ's sleeping figure, with a longing smile. The yearning in her eyes present.

"Then don't wait, tell him.. before it's too late."

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Once off the jet you head home, take a shower and get into some of your comfiest clothes. It doesn’t surprise you when someone knocks on your door. Knowing all to well that Aaron would come over. You find him on your step with takeaway, flowers and a smile. 

The two of you finished eating and put the boxes aside, ready to finally spend some alone time together. He falls back into the sofa, eyes lingering on you as he does.

He opens his arms, inviting you to cuddle up close to him. You reach for the remote, glancing back at him.

"TV or no?"

"just wanna savor this time with you."

You crawl into his arms, snuggling close. Yet you notice something's off right away. Sure he always likes to cuddle close, but now it's like he can't get close enough. Not that it bothered you. It let you know that something was off, maybe something was troubling him.

“Aaron, my love.." You look up, placing your hand on his cheek. "What’s on your mind, darling?” 

“I.. heard what you said on the jet.." he keeps his gaze away from you afraid of your reaction, "I didn’t mean to listen in, I just couldn’t sleep and.. Do you really think so highly of me?” 

He finally looks up and finds you. His eyes now conflicted as they dart from your left to your right. You seat yourself so you're fully facing him, saddened by his low thoughts of himself.

“Of course I do. Why would I just say something like that if I didn't mean it?” 

“But I don’t.."

“Nah-ah, no talking down on ourselves mister.” 

You crawl up, onto his lap, seating yourself so that you're facing him. Then you let your hands take a hold of his face, lifting it so he's looking directly at you. His arms snakes themselves around your waist, pulling you as close as possible. Looking down at you now only see admiration and love in his eyes.

“I love you, Aaron.” You can’t stop the words before the tumble out. But you don't care. It's what you feel and have felt for a long time. "you don't have to say it back.. 's just.."

He leans up, shutting you up with his lips. You melt into the kiss, becoming reminiscent of a puddle in his arms as it fills you with the nice warmth like it always does.

"I love you too, darling."

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gonna tell you the truth brother. this is not a sentence I love to hear from the writer of a show

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Someone please send Din Djarin thoughts he's consuming my brain

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My love for Grogu is never ending anything that little one does has my heart I will defend him till the end of time

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okay i love your writing and i have a super fluffy but could be angsty fic idea

reader loves physical touch but knows matt’s insecure about his scars but one night after drinking she’s like i with youd let me cuddle i love your scars

Hi! Thank you so much, I'm definitely still a work in progress! I hope I did this ask justice and that you like it. Matt would definitely be so insecure even though he has no reason to be because that man is hot, hot, hot! -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Tag List Form Mm Masterlist Masterlist Matt Murdock x Gn!Reader, no pronouns used I believe Warnings: Matt being insecure, semi-brief mention of alcohol and being drunk, I think that's it. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Scars

Let it be known Matt Murdock hated his scars. He loathed them, made him feel like he was less than others, just because people had gotten hits on him, Matt can take a hit don’t get it wrong but when they leave such a lasting and in his opinion ugly reminder he wants nothing more than to keep them covered at all times, so he does.

Letting very few people see them, especially you, he loved you, you knew that. You also knew that he was scared to death of you leaving him because of his scars because he knows he doesn’t have the smooth skin that many others do, so you leave it alone, though your body itches to see them and kiss them, you’ve accepted it and know that when the time is right he’ll show you them and then you’ll show him that no matter how many scars he has you couldn’t love him any less. Often times after a case is closed Matt, Foggy, and Karen go out to Joises and drink and they often invite you, sometimes you don’t go, and sometimes you do. This time you did and boy are you glad you did because all four of you are sitting at a booth laughing about who knows what while feeling the warm buzz of alcohol settle in your veins. Matt has you cuddled to his chest as much as he’ll let you and you revile in the physical contact you aren’t sure what possessed you but suddenly you look at Matt and say. “You know, I’d cuddle you and kiss your scars if you’d let me,” Matt freezes, as do Karen and Foggy. Matt tilts his head at you, his eyes covered by his infamous red glasses. 

“I know you would,” he says quietly then looks back at Foggy and Karen who have recovered from your statement Foggy is telling Karen some embarrassing story from law school.

Later that night you and Matt catch a cab back to his apartment after saying goodbye to Karen and Foggy. Once you’ve entered the apartment Matt wanders into the bedroom and quickly going into the bathroom and shutting the door, of course, he’s allowed his privacy but when you know he’s doing it just so you won’t see the scars your heart stutters. You walk up to the bathroom door and knock slightly, you don’t hear the shower running so you hope he’s standing by the door. “I meant what I said, Matt, I don’t care about your scars, you mean more to me than that.” 

After a few minutes, the door opens, and Matt stands there with his shirt unbuttoned and his glasses discarded on the counter. Your mouth drops open and you already know Matt has zoned in on everything your body is doing, how your heart rate skips a beat, the breath that leaves your lips. You slowly stand up from where you’ve sat on the bed and make your way to Matt reaching your hand out but not touching him, “May I,” you ask quietly. Matt nods. Slowly, you let your fingers move over his scars, he’s tense you can feel it, but as you run your hands over his body he slowly begins to melt and when you begin kissing each scar, Matt thinks he falls in love with you even more, it’s safe to say that night that you sleep curled up to Matt’s chest tracing the scars and whispering how much you love him and how much he means to you, he just holds you tighter. Matt Murdock may hate his scars, but you love him, and that’s all that really matters.

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Hey, I have a Frank Castle and Reader request.You move into an apartment with Frank and while unpacking your clothes Frank finds the box with the Disney pajamas.

Hello! I love this idea and seeing as I'm a Disney nerd who has a ton of Disney pajamas I felt seen. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know of any thoughts, feelings, opinions, or comments! hope I did your ask justice. Tag List. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Pajamas Frank Castle x reader No use of Y/n, gender not specific Warnings: None I think. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Frank Castle has moved many times in his life, however, this time is different. This time you’re moving in, he’s going to be sharing space with someone which Frank doesn’t think he’s done since before he lost his wife and kids. The majority of your boxes are clothes, trinkets from when you were a kid, and kitchenware. 

“I knew you would bring a lot of stuff with you so I made sure you had plenty of room in the bedroom for all your clothes and whatever else,” Frank says as he carries two bins into the modest bedroom and sets them on the floor. “Just out of curiosity, baby, how many of these boxes contain that Disney stuff,” he asks and you set a box down next to his and shrug trying to contain your smile. 

“I don’t know, one or two,” let it be known you were a Disney fan, you grew up watching all the classics which definitely jump-started your love for the films. You shrug and Frank raises one brow at you, “Whatever you say,” he says and you both go to get the final few boxes out of the truck. 

A little while later, you’re in the kitchen unboxing your beloved kitchen aid when you hear Frank call your name from the bedroom. “I suppose when I asked how many boxes I should’ve asked how many clothes boxes will be filled with Disney pajamas,” Frank says in way of greeting, you feel the heat rise to your cheeks as Frank pulls up a pair of Lion King pants. You go to grab the pants which Frank lifts as far up as he can out of your reach. “They’re comfy,” you try to defend yourself but you know the reason you have them is because they do bring a sense of comfort to you but not always because they’re comfy, it’s nice to have something that reminds you sometimes the world isn’t always so bad. “Of course they are, sugar,” he says lowering the pants back down and you grab them as soon as you can. 

Frank only teases you a little bit more through out the unpacking process and when you wear the clothes, though you know it’s out of love.

Frank has bigger issues to worry about than his signigact other wearing Disney pajamas, however what does catch your eye one night when you’re walking into the bedroom is a pair of Princess and the Frog pajamas laying on the bed with a note from Frank saying to wear them tonight, After taking a shower you slip into the clothes and make your way out to the kitchen where Frank just started making dinner, but what you notice first makes you stop in your tracks, it’s Frank, standing in the kitchen cutting some vegetables wearing the bottoms to the matching set of Pajmas bottom. All he says is, “You were right, sweetheart. These pajamas are comfy.” 

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