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Oh no. Oh. So i just realized that the req i got a shit while ago said smth different than what i was writing hello am i dumb how am i rectifying this

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#i might get a tattoo #i aint gonna be a parent tho #id be genuinely horrible #rather not and be the cool relative

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do you wanna hang out tonight my curse was finally lifted

#its a hiatus of like an undetermined amount of time #it can be back the next hour #it can be back the next day #it comes back whenever it feels like it

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Could a homosexual lend me, an asexual, a single use of the word flaming?

#i thought it said sword and that was cooler #then i reread it and i was like eh it fits #real representation of how the world is atm

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the way it's almost fucking impossible to find a good written dc comics or hannibal fanfiction without people turning the characters into their own ocs is fucking insane

#me trying and failing #i deleted the bs i wrote for the request before lmao #imma write it one day maybe #but its difficult??? #like it sounds so ooc its painful #if you write at least try keep them authentic as much as you can #if you cant thats okay but try at least #hannibal

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Okay, school is starting again so maybe youll get fics (doubtful.)

As for you my wonderful hannibal anon, i love you for your patience (you probably already forgot me) but the stuff i wrote is so ooc its disgraceful to the show

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#LEAVE THE POOR CHILD😭 #i still havent written shit because of a heavy writers block im so sorry #I HAD ONLY ONE REQUEST #bestie if you see this #🦦 #uhhh #its gonna take a while #it has been a while #i know

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Surprise, I'm actually not dead! No but in all seriousness, ive been dying w school and grades and shit and everything ive written for dad!hannibal has been deleted at some point bc my brain thought it was majorly ooc and stupid so im trying i promise but i feel like im writing this so bad like 💀💀 (also i will write it okay im too stubborn not to now)

#🦦 #writing problems

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Just realized my fatal flaw in writing: How Do I Make The Thing End

Anwser: don't?

#yes this is the hannibal piece #bestie anon love can i just make you #🦦 #this? #bc everything w that tag is for the post im making for you but it looks so long in my notes already oh god #this is gonna be 1k+ words probably lmao

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Oh my god whoever you are anonymous who just asked me just know I love you so much I RAN over here from tiktok ilysm fbjsjf <333

#askies✨️

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Guy whose prophetic dreams have repeatedly proven true but he has imposter syndrome so he thinks it's just a coincidence

#lowkey me

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Y'all my inbox is open if you didn't know, throw some asks and ideas or literally anything in

#asks #SENT SOMETHING

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y’all expose yourselves and take this fanfic test i was just forced to by an irl so now i’m making you too

#109 #someone put me in jail #theres much more cursed fucked shit ive read that isnt on here

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#and everyone who followed me for writing but arent getting anything bc no one FUCKING ASKS ANYTHING

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Reader is gender neutral can be fem or male

Reader: you think you are great

König: ja irgendwie schon ( yeah kinda)

Reader: is that a threat?!

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Price: Do you want to talk about your problems?

Gaz: no thanks

Reader: I do

Price: I know

Reader: I am sad

Ghost: me too

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König: *german noises*

141: I am sure he is planing smt

König: Talking about how he loves snakes

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Reader: I am the greatest

Ghost: Emo?

Soap: Eater?

Price: emotional damaged person.

Gaz: fighter?

Reader: what is wrong with you? I wanted to say I am the greatest cook…

König: THE KITCHEN IS BURNING

#poor könig with the kitchen #also he loves snakes and flowers can we all agre #the sad is big

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Seeing Aaron for the first time with the fbi vest on 👀 the vest stays ON 😉

just know i wanted this to have the same energy as the scene where derek gets shot and he flashes his bandaged abs at penelope and she just pets them like 😵

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The door clicks shut behind you, soft and smooth. It's a sound you're well accustomed to now, and not even the soft sizzle of the oil in your frying pan can trick you into ignoring it. You've got a trained ear for the click, because it means that Aaron's home.

He closes the door near-silently because he's nervous about waking Jack up. Even though it's mid-afternoon, old habits die hard.

As it happens, today is a day that Jack naps. He's passed out, spread starfish over your bed, head on Aaron's pillow and leg thrown over one of yours. You'd run him ragged at the playground today, and you're using the down time to make yourself some stir-fry.

"Aaron," You call, your voice a soft hum so that it doesn't disturb Jack from the other room, "In the kitchen."

"Hi, honey." He murmurs, arms slipping around you from behind, "Early day today, we just helped the local PD with an arrest. They needed a door-breaker, and Morgan is legend. 'Figured I'd let everyone off early to get some lunch."

You let out a soft laugh at the mention of his bulky agent, you'd recommend him for the job, too. You turn your head to press your lips sloppily against his, an awkward angle but a sweet gesture. He reciprocates as best he can, eyes fluttering shut.

"Jack here?" Aaron inquires after you part, nose tucked into your neck.

"Yeah," You hum, eyes on your stir-fry as it sizzles, though you're leaning into Aaron practically hard enough to knock him down, "He's napping. I wore him out at the park."

"Good job," Aaron chuckles, squeezing your waist. He makes to toe off his shoes by the door, but when he separates from you a soft rrrip is heard, one that strikes fear into your heart for the pretty blouse you're wearing.

"What-?" You peer down, expecting to see a hole in your shirt. Instead, you catch a thick black strap that hangs off of Aaron's chest, in fact, there's several, lining up and down his- oh, fuck.

He's wearing his bulletproof vest. The dark grey material molds tight to his abdomen, straps stretching around his torso. It only adds heft to his build, something that makes your mouth water. If Aaron notices any drool, he attributes it to the smell of the stir-fry on the stove.

"You..." You reach out to brush your finger over the bottom of the vest, "You brought home your vest?"

"Kind of forgot about it," He shrugs, watching the cloudy look in your eyes, "Everything okay?"

"Mhm," You hum casually, "Yeah that's- this is more than okay. It's... is this something you wear a lot?"

"Uh, every time I think someone might have a gun," He chuckles bewilderedly, "What is up with you?"

"Nothing." You breathe, looking up at him dazedly. He's staring at you, entirely unconvinced, but he doesn't have time to drill you any more when you take hold of his chin, dragging him into a kiss.

If he's surprised, he doesn't show it. You feel his hands encase your cheeks, pulling you closer even if your hands are doing so around his sides. You brace your palms against his vest, feeling the way that it gives him an extra layer of stomach, like a muscle of it's own, always flexed.

"Not that I'm-" Aaron speaks, but his words muffle when you keep pressing incessant kisses to his bottom lip, "-complaining, but- what is this about?"

"You look damn good in that vest, Hotchner." You purr, stir-fry the last thing on your mind as your thigh comes up to stick to his side, "Jack's asleep on our bed, just take me here."

"Uh, wow." His eyes widen, not negatively so, though, as a laugh escapes his throat. You're tempted to swallow it, but you're more focused on his neck, now, nipping down the heated skin.

"First of all," He reaches forward to turn off the stove, nudging the pan onto a back burner, "Sex would be unpleasant in a burning building. And second," He grips your thigh in one hand, fingers digging roughly into your flesh so that it bulges between his fingers, "The kitchen counter won't be comfortable for you. Let's do the couch instead, honey."

#oh yeah the vest definitely stays on #like hello absolutely #i want your writing style as well #someone let me steal everyones writing style so i can be better than fucking shakespeare #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner

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Hi hi hi here with a Hotch request.

Baking together!! That one that ends with flour all over each other and kisses and then Jack in the end going “idk if I should be grossed out you are kissing or mad that you sent me to bed without inviting me to bake with you”

sugarcoated

cw; SO MUCH fluff, suggestive content, jack calls reader mom

"aaron, quit it!" you whisper-yelled at him, a laugh escaping your lips as you dodged out of his reach for the third time.

"sweetheart, i'm not doing anything." aaron defended himself, despite the guilty smile on his face.

the whole ordeal was rather impromtu to begin with. neither of you could sleep, and naturally the only solution was to bake cookies at the late hour. but halfway through, aaron had begun to lose interest. he claimed he was tired, how there were a few other ways to occupy yourselves, mentioning how there was a perfectly fine, prepackaged container of already-made cookies in the fridge. but you had insisted- where was the fun in that?

and so, it only made sense that he decided to be as distracting as possible. the second you saw him coat his hands with flour, you immediately knew what he was up to.

"you're terrible at lying, y'know."

aaron let out a dramatic sigh, wiping his hands with a towel before turning back to dump chocolate chips into the mixing bowl. he frequently peeked at you through the corner of his eyes- while you grabbed the cookie sheets from the cupboard, as he mixed the ingredients, as the two of you placed spoonfuls of dough on the trays. and once he was positive you had let your guard down, with the cookies in the oven and timer set, is when he made his move.

as fast as he could manage, he grasped onto a bout of flour, smearing it all over your face before you had a chance to react. the flour littered your cheeks, forehead, and aaron was also cautious enough to prevent any from entering your eyes.

you let out an audible whine, his laugh filling your ears. your heart couldn't help but swell at the sound, but he wasn't getting off the hook that easily.

"oh yeah? you won't be laughing when i crack this egg over your head."

aaron's lips drew into a line, a rather pensive expression filling his face. he narrowed his eyes, offering you a glare but in all play. "you wouldn't."

"wanna try me?" you arched an eyebrow, pretending to turn away only to lurch towards him a moment later.

aaron however, was faster, and anticipated your next move. his hands clasped onto your waist before you could even take a step, causing you to nearly let out a shriek and the egg flew right out of your hand, landing on the floor with a heavy splat.

"i'm not cleaning that up." aaron deadpanned as he looked down at your fallen causality, both of his hands splayed firmly on your hips and causing you to laugh again.

"yes you are." it was now your turn to narrow your eyes at him, leaning in ever so slightly so your lips were only a few mere centimeters away from his.

he smiled against your lips, his voice soft and teasing. "no, i'm not."

"yes yo-" before you could even finish your statement, and before his lips fully pressed against yours, even more flour ended up on the top of your head.

"aaron hotchner!" you grabbed onto flour yourself, throwing it at him.

he threw your name right back at you, another laugh exiting him before finally kissing you. it was all too easy to completely melt into him, him backing you against the counter

"you're awful." you murmured into the kiss.

"you're going to need a shower."

"oh, i see." you laughed, pulling away from him with an amused expression on your face. "so all of this, was in attempt to get me naked?"

aaron hummed happily in response, perfectly content before pressing his lips to yours once more. however, the pitter patter of footsteps caused the two of you to pull yourself apart. it was no surprise you had awakened jack, your awareness of volume ceasing the second aaron decided to poke fun.

in complete hotchner fashion, and making him look incredibly like his father, jack's eyebrows furrowed. "what are you doing?"

"your dad made a mess," you turned to aaron, flour falling from your head as you did so. "didn't you?"

"no, your mom made a mess." aaron countered, loosening his hold on you but kept an arm around your waist. "she insisted we make cookies."

"cookies?!"

"and you're just in time." you swatted at aaron's chest, slipping out of his embrace to lift jack into yours. "we need a taste tester. and you're perfect for the job."

"really?!" the excitement in jack's voice only heightened.

"really?" aaron repeated, slightly grimacing at the idea of giving a five year old sugar at one in the morning.

"really." you grinned at the two of them, love for both your boys filling your heart. "there's nothing wrong with a sweet, late night snack every so often."

#honestly love this #without a joke i wanna write this good #i love your writing #meanwhile im here just looking at my desert dry request box #but like #thats okay #as long as there are fics #and jack being a sweetheart is amazing #and aaron being a mischievous idiot is yes #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x fem!reader