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Ten Minutes
Fem!Reader x Hotch | When Aaron gets home from a case late at night, you join him for a shower before getting cozy in bed together.
Warnings: 🤭+😜 Nudity, and mention of steaminess (you shower together but nothing *happens*), just lots of fluff!
Word Count: 1758
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I wrote this a while ago but as luck would have it I’ve found myself posting it on Thomas’ birthday, so I’m going to consider this a little Happy Birthday to the man who brought Aaron Hotchner to life ♥️
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You and Aaron had made an agreement early on in your relationship that no matter what time he got home from a case, he would always make sure you knew. If it was during the day when you were still at work, he’d call you. If it was late at night, and you were already fast asleep, he’d always wake you up with a gentle kiss against the side of your head.
Tonight was no different, as he gently closed the front door and flipped the lock, setting all of his things down on the couch as he passed it. Silently making his way across the bedroom, he reached the side of the bed and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you, all cozy and warm, the covers pulled right up under your chin.
He almost didn’t want to wake you. The truth was, most times he didn’t want to; you always looked so peaceful. But one thing he loved even more than seeing you this restful, was the gentle, “hmmm? Aaron?” you always cooed as you woke from your slumber.
Reaching his hand out, he gently caressed your hair, revelling in the familiar feeling; he’d missed you so much. Leaning down, he carefully placed that same tender kiss against your temple like always. With his hand on the back of your head, and his lips connected to your skin, you stirred slightly.
With your eyes still closed, he continued running his fingers through your hair gently, as you finally broke from the dreamworld and cooed that same, “hmmm? Aaron?” your voice all sleepy and warm.
He couldn’t help but smile, his heart melting at the sound of your voice. “It’s me,” his voice was low and soft, “I’m home.”
“Mmmm,” you hummed, your words slurring together, “wha-time’s it?”
Pulling his hand away from your hair, he checked his watch, “2:30.”
You groaned, nuzzling your exhausted body further under the covers, “come to bed.” Your words were a little more articulate this time, your mind finally awake enough to be so.
Laughing softly, he admitted, “I will, I’m just going to shower first.” You groaned again; you didn’t care if it had been a few days since he’d last showered, you just wanted to hold him close. Reluctantly pulling one of your arms out from under the covers, you reached for him, and that’s when he noticed you were wearing one of his sweaters. His heart swelled in his chest, knowing that he was still able to comfort you, even when he was hundreds of miles away. He took your hand in his, leaning down and kissing your knuckles gently. “I’ll be quick.”
Sighing heavily, finally opening your eyes, you glanced up at him, a pout on your face.
“Ohhh what’s that look for?” he teased.
“I just want you to come hereeee..” you whined playfully, eliciting yet another laugh from him.
“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” he leaned down once more and kissed the pout on your lips, “I promise I won’t be long.”
You huffed in defeat, “okay fine, you’ve got 10 minutes, Mister.”
“Yes ma’am,” he responded playfully, placing one more kiss against your knuckles before letting go of your hand.
It wasn’t long before you heard the water running. You’d tried, you truly had, to just stay put and let him have his shower, and wait for him to come to you. It was silly, that now, with him home and simply on the other side of the door, somehow you felt even farther away from him than you did when he was gone. The longer you laid there, alone in bed, the harder it became to resist.
Flipping the covers off, you slid your legs over the side of the bed and quietly padded your way across the floor. Pushing the bathroom door open, you saw the silhouette of your husband through the steamy glass of the shower door, his back turned to you. You took a second to admire his broad frame, his biceps and shoulders flexing breathtakingly as he scrubbed the shampoo into his hair.
It was always so effortless, how easily he could get you going. When he was trying, all it took was one look, a slight smirk on his face, the lust undeniable in his eyes, and you were done for. When he wasn’t trying, it was everything from the way he ran his thumb across his knuckles when he was thinking, or the way he ran his fingers through his hair to push it out of his face, to the way he came home after a tough case with his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up. Or times like this, while sure, he may be completely undressed, his ass looking mighty fine every time he shifted his weight, but he clearly wasn’t trying to seduce you.
You took a deep breath and pushed all those feelings aside, knowing neither of you had the energy for that right now. Genuinely all you wanted was to hold him close again. “Aaron..” you spoke softly, not wanting to startle him.
Turning around, he was just about to rinse the shampoo out of his hair, when he took in your blurry figure through the steamy glass. “Sweetheart..” he trailed off through a soft laugh, “go back to bed. I’ll be there soon.”
You shook your head, gripping the hem of the sweater and pulling it over your head. “I want to join you..” The tone in your voice was a little more suggestive than you’d intended; all the thoughts you’d just had running though your mind, mixed with your still groggy state, made it difficult to hide.
Another soft laugh escaped his lips, “I’m so sorry my girl, I don’t know if I’m really up for, that, right now..” He spoke gently, the regret in his voice evident.
Shaking your head once again, you admitted honestly, “oh, no no, me either,” letting out a small laugh of your own. “I just want.. you..” you confessed. “I tried to be patient, I really did, but I just couldn’t wait until you were done..”
He smiled wide, deciding to poke fun at how easily you’d caved and decided to join him, “ahh yes, your willpower is a force to be reckoned with, honey.”
You stopped in your tracks, the sweater only halfway off and still hanging over one of your arms, as you did your best impression of the scowl he always wore on his face. “I haven’t seen you in 8 days and 13 hours, okay? You have to give me a bit of a break here.”
That got another laugh out of him as he finally tipped his head back and rinsed the suds from his hair, “Reid, is that you?”
Dropping the sweater to the floor and now working on your underwear, you teased right back, “don’t even try to convince me you weren’t keeping track either.”
Tying your hair up in a messy bun, you slid the shower door open to find him staring at you, a grin spread wide across his face as he admitted, “you’re right. I was.” He reached his hand out to you, and after you’d stepped in he slid the door shut, pulling you into his chest. “And it was actually 14 hours.”
With your palms flat against his sturdy chest, your eyes lit up as you gazed at him, “well there you go! It was that extra hour of waiting that made it impossible for me to go another minute longer.”
His smile was one of those smiles that consumes your entire body. The way his eyebrows rose slightly, the way he eyes glittered, and the way his nose crinkled as his cheeks lifted. The way his shoulders relaxed, the way his chest rose as he breathed deep, and the way his hands grabbed at the bare skin of your back, pulling you even closer.
Standing on your tiptoes, he leaned down to meet you halfway, the way you’d done so many times before it was now second nature. As your lips met, starved for what you’d both been craving for too long, you felt your body sigh. The feeling of his warmth this close to you again, finally, lit every nerve ending in your body on fire; but still, it wasn’t sexual. It was familiar, and comforting, and freeing.
Pressing one final kiss to his lips, you finally pulled back and held out your hand, asking playfully, “pass me the conditioner, please.” He raised an eyebrow at you, and that only egged you on, “we’ve got to get you cleaned up so we can get to bed. I said you had 10 minutes, remember?”
He laughed at that, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And here I thought you only wanted to see me naked,” he added with a wink.
You blushed slightly, but teased still, “hey, you’re getting a free show too, Hotchner.”
He couldn’t argue with you there, as he finally handed the bottle of conditioner over. Lathering your hands, you reached up and began massaging it through his hair, giving him the perfect opportunity to place more gentle kisses against your forehead, his hands grasping your hips gently.
It wasn’t long before his hair was rinsed out, and you may have insisted that he allow you to help with the body wash as well, to which he happily obliged. In no time you were both out of the shower, dried off, and making your way back into your shared bedroom.As you slipped into a new pair of underwear before pulling that same sweater back over your head, Aaron eased into a fresh pair of boxers.
Another thing you’d done countless times that was now second nature to you, was the way you gravitated towards each other as you climbed into bed. Once you were both under the covers, it was mere seconds before you were in each other’s embrace. With your arms curled into your chest, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tight to his chest.
Nuzzling your head into his neck, he always placed a gentle kiss against your hair before saying goodnight. Only this time, he added playfully, “is this better?”
Nodding your head, you confessed, “much better.”
A small chuckle rumbled in his chest before sticking to his routine; placing a kiss on top of your head, he whispered softly, “goodnight sweetheart, I love you.”
You hummed contentedly, “I love you, too, Aaron. Goodnight.”
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The Esparza Twins in a Nutshell:
Avian: ☹️
Angus: I wish a bitch would
#▶⌜ch. avian delilah esparza⌟#▶⌜avian esparza. lore⌟#▶⌜npc rel. Avian & Angus⌟#guess who gave more of the older sibling energy despite only beating her out by like#ten minutes#yes they are related sir
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i have this facebook account where i pose as a middle aged mother, interact with other middle age mothers, and ONLY post about two trucks by lemon demon.
#and there's more.#all of these were in the span of like#ten minutes#two trucks#lemon demon#FACEBOOSK HELENYEAH
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BRO DID YOU READ THE NEW CHAPTER?????
i think i leaned into the crck fully lmao
THERES A NEW FHAPTER
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nothing will ever be as earth shattering to me as the moment i learned that cazador is a Big Boy.
#✎ ੈ˳ the tadpole that ate my brain — ooc.#my partner witnessed me realizing this#i just sat there for like#ten minutes#trying to understand what i had just seen
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aita for not telling my dad i need to be dropped off at the train station before he goes down for a nap and rudely waking him up when i need to leave because this is week three of classes and i have told everyone in my house several times that i have classes MONDAY - THURSDAY. TODAY IS THURSDAY. I NEED. TO. TAKE. THE. SAME. FUCKING. TRAIN. EVERY. DAY.
i think i’m nta
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hi guys its me. im feeling,,,kinda terrible rn so here’s some angst i wrote a little while ago!
Something was wrong.
Will knew Mike too well to believe his yeah guys, I’ll be fine! that had sounded far too flat to be reassuring.
He knew Mike had been struggling; it hadn’t been hard to see, not when he was with El, not when Nancy made that offhand comment about his room while they were cleaning Hopper’s cabin.
And yeah, maybe…maybe Mike had changed. Will didn’t doubt that. Change was inevitable, especially with them, between them, and…and that was something that Will had learned to deal with a long, long time ago.
But something about Mike’s volunteering didn’t seem right.
“You weren’t seeing the counselor though, were you, Mike?” Dustin asked, tying a bandana around his head to keep his curls from falling into his face.
Will looked at Mike, expecting a scoff, but he hesitated, hand reaching up to nervously comb through his hair. It had gotten longer in the past couple of weeks - the lack of barbers in Hawkins had ensured that - and was getting curlier, almost. His fingers got caught halfway through. “Well,” he started, then shook his head. “I would never, I’m not—“
“There’s nothing wrong with it, Mike,” Lucas said gently, putting a hand on Mike’s shoulder. “Max was going to her, before—“
“I’m not depressed! I’m fine,” Mike said, too loudly, and Will could feel his eyes widen against his will. Mike took a deep breath before he continued. “I’ll just make him want me, and then when he’s vulnerable, you guys can kill him.”
“We all know how well that worked last time,” Erica pointed out, eyebrows lifted at Mike. Lucas looked down at his hands, and Will ached for him.
He couldn’t imagine losing someone he loved. Holding them in his arms as they pleaded for their life. Watching as the light drained from their eyes.
He wasn’t going to lose anyone else. No one was. Will would make sure of that.
Mike’s lips turned down. “Yeah, well, it’s different this time.” He reached for a bandana, and he wrapped it around his face, covering and protecting his mouth from the spores that still made Will’s lungs ache, all these years later. “We have El, and we have Will.” He brushed his hair back out of his eyes, and Will’s fingers itched to fix it, to put it up, to let his fingertips graze over Mike’s forehead.
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do, Mike,” Will said quietly, fingers twitching slightly at his side.
Mike looked to him, and something shone in his eyes that Will couldn’t place. He put a soft hand on Will’s shoulder. “You’re gonna be there, and you’re gonna make sure that I don’t get taken.”
“Okay,” Will said. His voice sounded small, even to his own ears, but he didn’t care, because Mike was depending on him. They all were.
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Will didn’t know why they were at the quarry.
He’d just followed Mike—like he always did—and they’d ended up…here.
Mike set his bike down carefully, and Will watched him curiously. Mike shuffled forward, towards the edge, and— “Mike.”
He turned to Will. His thin body was backlit by the unsettling red lighting from the Upside Down, and it made Mike look ill. Will swung a leg over his bike. “Mike.”
“This is where you died, Will,” Mike said quietly, so softly Will had to take a step forward to hear him. “They found your body here, they—“
“But I didn’t die, Mike,” Will interrupted. He could feel his bravery cracking, like the lightning in the sky above them. “I’m here, I’m here.”
“I know,” Mike said, looking away as his voice seemed to shatter. “I know, but god, it looked so real. It was…it was you.”
Will vaguely remembered hearing about it. The government had made an exact replica of…of him, his body, and had left it in the cold water below them. To cover up that he had actually been taken.
“And I couldn’t—“ Mike turned all the way away from Will, curls cascading against his back like a waterfall. “I couldn’t live without you. So I—fuck, One! Come on! Don’t make me say it!”
Mike was yelling now, and it echoed through the eerily desolate landscape around them. Will took a step back, more out of surprise than anything, and he looked around frantically. “Mike—“
“You’ve been in my head, you fucker! You know I jumped because I couldn’t live without him! You know I did! And you know about the letters and the thoughts and the things I can’t bear to say to him! You know everything!” Mike’s screams were hurting Will’s ears, and he covered them with his hands. Will watched in terror as Mike spun to face him, hands on his head, eyes crazed. “Come out and take me! Please! I’m ready to go! Let me out of here!”
“Mike!” Will screamed, pointing behind Mike, and he turned around just in time to see Vecna walking at him, hand raised. Mike fell to the ground, like a puppet with cut strings, and Will tried to run towards him, but he couldn’t move, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t—
“Will.”
His voice was everywhere. Will bent over at the waist, mouth open in a silent scream, ears covered with his hands, like his flesh would do anything to stop the terrors of his mind.
“I’ve waited so long for you,” Vecna said, walking past unconscious Mike, whose pale, pale face was twisted into a sick grin, and Will wanted to vomit. “You’ve finally come back to me.”
“No,” Will sobbed, shaking his head. “You’re not real, you’re not real, you’re not—“
“Oh, but I am, Will,” he said, running a finger under Will’s jaw. Suddenly, some vines were snapping out of the underbrush, wet tendrils digging into his skin as they gripped Will’s limbs and lifted him into the air. “I’m more real than anything you’ve ever seen.”
A vine gripped Will’s throat, and he choked out another sob before Vecna was in his face, warm breath puffing over Will’s skin. “You’ve always been lied to, Will.” He pointed at where Mike lay on the ground, limbs askew like he had fallen, or jumped from somewhere very high, oh god— “Maybe it was all your fault, this whole time. For being different.”
He spat the word like venom, and Will recoiled hard enough for the vines holding him in the air to tighten their grip to hold him upright.
“You’re the reason he’s dead,” Vecna hissed, lifting Mike with a hand. “You made him love you, so much that he couldn’t live without you. Does this look like something good to you, Will?”
Mike was thrown at Will’s feet like he weighed nothing, and Will screamed, agony becoming so unbearable that his chest felt like it was collapsing.
“That’s what I thought.” Vecna nodded to himself, then motioned to the apocalyptic hell around him. “If you come with me, we can be good.”
Will shook his head as tears pricked his eyes. The vines around his neck tightened.
“We could be heroes, Will.”
#maybe ill write the rest of this sometime#but im feeling like shit and my writers block is absolutely kicking my ass#actually everything block is kicking my ass#i just sat on my bathroom floor and stared at the wall for a solid#ten minutes#so like idk#pls reblog it would give me seratonin#i would greatly appreciate it#anyways curling up under my weighted blanket rn#byler#byler ficlet#angst#vecna#mike gets vecna'd#will byers has powers
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[NOW HOW LONG IS THIS GONNA GO THIS TIME? FIVE TO TEN MINUTES. NO COVER? GOT IT. NO, SIR. WHAT ARE WE GONNA SERVE THIS WITH? WE'RE GOING TO SERVE IT WITH THE LAMB AND VEGETABLES. LAMB AND VEGETABLES. YES, SIR. THE OIL FIRST. LAMB SHANKS?]
#s12e02 from kraut to couscous#guy fieri#guyfieri#diners drive-ins and dives#the oil first#ten minutes#got it#lamb shanks#gonna#time#five#cover#vegetables.#yes#sir
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I woke up 10 minutes before my alarm
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girl. i am so sorry. posting men's teats at this ungodly hour. anyways Horror of Our Love by Ludo is the monster love song of all time <3 characters are Sonny and Lars from Ten Minutes. My OCs/It's my fault they exist.
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@jcurneysend
#I was away from my laptop for like#ten minutes#and came back to THREE asks all targetting Kyuushi#the Y'Shtola one has her STUNNED
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the cruel cruel twist of irony is the fact i for once have so much motivation to draw but my dog ate my god damn apple pencil
#by ate I mean he ripped the tip off#spit it out#and then used the rest like a chew stick#I asked my boyfriend to watch him for ten minutes#TEN MINUTES#AND I CAME BACK AND HE ATE MY MF PEN#he was fine btw I was panicked bc I was worried he swallowed something but I was able to find all the pieces he just gnawed on it#mysty rambles
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Hiya :) Hope you’re well and things are good. I just wanted to drop by and (very cheekily) ask if you have any news on what’s happening with Ten Minutes? Will there be a new chapter at some point, or is it officially abandoned? I absolutely love the fic, it lives rent free in my brain and have just re-read it for the hundredth time. Lots of love xx
hi!! thanks for dropping in, I'm doing very good rn! very very busy with work, still getting my bearings since it's a new job and summer is a busy time, but it's going well and I'm looking forward to some free time in July. also this FRIDAY I'm getting a PUPPY, so yeah, THINGS HAPPENING!! really happy in my new home and stuff.
also the fic is not abandoned! we're both getting our bearings back, me and Puck, and it's a slow process after so much stuff that we've gone through... but I've been getting back to writing through rdr2 fics (which some people might have noticed is a bit of a Thing for me now hsdffgshs) and it's really good to do something... fresh. I've been writing beatles fics for so long that I feel I've become blind to my skills as a writer and especially during the last few years I've suffered from such creative blocks with ton of insecurity that I haven't felt good writing anything. now I'm writing a lengthy praise kink rdr2-fic and man, it's doing me good 😂 somehow I'm able to see my skill as a writer when working on this fic, and it's giving me confidence and I think it's gonna help me get back to my beatles fics with a fresh mind and less insecurity about my text.
but yeah, currently our biggest issue is just, a lack of shared time. since we write ten minutes together, we need to have time and energy for a call and a good mood to write, all at the same time for both, and we haven't really had that chance for aaaages. I'm really hoping to get that chance soon cos I miss writing with Puck and I know she misses writing as well. we know we'll get back to the fic eventually, I'm just not yet sure when that'll be :/
hoping it's during this summer tho!
thanks so much for the ask! ❤️
#currently taking a break from work#... im really stressed right now with a couple of projects but it's a passing kind of stress#also didn't sleep very well last night so I think a good night's sleep will fix me#... and then I have a puppy and can say goodbye to all sleep for a while 😂 oof#anonymous#answered#ten minutes#cjd rambles#imaginebeatles
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woiav av wa. aaa
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3 ENTIRE MINUTES OF FOOTAGE. after 4 years of only getting, at most, 4 shots at a time. i think i'm going to die. it's been nice knowing most of you
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So I just tried the Morpho Knight sword for the first time
And let me tell you the way my jaw DROPPED when I saw how much damage it did against Mr Sandbag when it was fully charged-
#kirby#kirby and the forgotten land#kirby spoilers#morpho knight#it's so busted???#Like??#Hello??#I used it in the second round of the arena and I completed it in TEN MINUTES#TEN MINUTES
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