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I promise it was an accident
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Chris Redfield Munching :)
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the twins going >:| when they’re upset and aaron’s like???? honey why are they making that face???? and you’re like baby that’s the face YOU make
rose i will SCREAM
"you don't recognize it?"
"recognize what?" aaron's gaze lifted from your daughters to you, and yet, the look he was inquiring about was present on his face.
the girls had been down for a nap, and it was only a matter of time before you heard crying through the baby monitor. and once one of the twins started crying, the other quickly followed.
aaron had gone into the nursery first to offer his soothing abilities, and you soon joined him. upon your entry you found him in the rocking chair, both girls cradled comfortably in his arms- looking even tinier in comparison- while he had the utmost pensive look on his face. the girls had calmed down, but they were looking right up at aaron with quite literally the same expression- small, faint eyebrow drawn over their eyes, mouths in a line.
like father, like daughters.
you couldn't help but let out a soft laugh when aaron blatantly asked you, "why are they looking at me like that?"
"try looking in a mirror." you answered in amusement, brushing back the wisps of hair draped over aaron's forehead and placing a kiss on the top of his head. "i'm sure you'll come up with an answer."
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imagine being giddy while out with the BAU team getting tipsy and talking about your sex life. but the reader is secretly dating hotch, so she stays quite. until one of the girls starts hounding reader about how she said her current partner is the best sex she’s ever had. and hotch just tries to not be a cheeky little shit.
this is not quite what u meant but I hope it's OK! ♥︎ fem!reader
There's a girl across the way. Tall, gorgeous, making eyes at Derek Morgan like her life depends on it.
"Morgan, come on," Emily says, "I thought you had game. This is just sad."
Morgan nods agreeably, an action dripping in sarcasm, and downs the rest of his drink. "I got better than game," he says, patting Emily on the arm as he stands.
"What's better than game?" she asks incredulously, twisting in her seat to follow Morgan's path with her eyes before turning back to you and the others, expression reflecting her disbelief.
"I should've let him buy me that appletini he promised me," you say, dipping your head toward Hotch on your left, and Rossi on his. "I don't think he's coming back."
"I'll get it," Hotch says.
"Always on the boss to pick up the slack," Rossi drawls with a smirk.
Hotch nearly laughs. "Another round. The same for everyone?"
"I wouldn't mind an appletini, boss," JJ jokes.
"You know, he'll actually get you one now," Emily says, all of you turned to watch him making his way to the bar.
Morgan and his gorgeous girl are hitting it off quite clearly halfway down the bar. JJ, who's a little tipsy already, beams at them and wiggles her shoulders.
"I think somebody's getting lucky," she says.
"I hate to say it, but I'm jealous of Morgan right now. Don't," Emily says, sliding down into her seat, "tell him I said that."
"I thought you were steady with that guy," you say sympathetically, "the chiropractor."
Emily moans out in sadness. "I was. Turns out guys don't like when you cancel four dates in a row. He... was really good at his job."
Emily might be more intoxicated than you'd thought. You laugh too loudly and think maybe you are, too.
Hotch approaches from the left with a tray of drinks in hand and you slide your chair out of his way, feeling his "Thank you," warm the back of your neck.
"Laugh at my pain," Emily says at your giggling.
You shuffle forward to hear her better over the small hubbub of Hotch, Rossi and Reid sorting drinks into place. Penelope appears again from her excursion to the bathroom and slides right into Morgan's empty seat.
"What about you and mystery man?" Emily asks.
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hi besties!!! it’s @greg-montgomery and i’m gonna be posting some of my stuff on this blog until my other blog gets fixed (if it ever happens lmfao)!!! 🥰
anyway! aaron is a clingy bitch rights!!!!!!
♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
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.
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we lay, my love and i
Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader Synopsis: Rare are the days you get to wake up next to Simon, and rarer are the mornings when you wake up before him. Word Count: 1k Warnings: scar mention Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters.
Rare are the days you get to wake up next to Simon, and rarer are the mornings when you wake up before him.
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Can I just be this chihuahua for like 1 day?
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bless them slasher fucker writers cause yall are so talented and also helped me to realize I belong to an asylum
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saw this on tiktok and this is sooo bakugou coded
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suggestive. college au boyfriend!bakugou. installment II “poor timing”
He’s barely awake when he picks up his phone from where it’s charging near the bed, blearily sliding in one of his amplifiers as he presses it to the side of his head.
“Th’fuck are you callin’ me at 2am for?”
Kirishima pauses from his side of the line, curious male voices leaking into the speaker that irritate in their familiarity. “Are you just waking up?”
“What the fuck else would I be doing?”
“That’s what I’m wondering too.” He plops himself on the large bean bag sitting in the middle of his roommates floor, after knocking on his door for what felt like hours. Kaminari starfishes against his comforter, and he has to snap a few times to stop Sero from going through his friend’s stuff.
“Dude, where are you?” He asks. “Your truck’s not in the parking lot. Are you at a hotel?”
Bakugou stays silent for a long moment, fleeting as it is, it's a little disconcerting, and the chat runs empty as the sound of a running fan hisses through the static.
He sighs, brief movement stirs sleepily under his bicep and he figures it’s best to end this conversation as quickly as possible. “I’m with ____.”
“You’re-“ Kirishima stammers a little. “Can you say that again?”
“I’m at _____’s apartment.” Bakugou repeats himself - he’s obviously trying to be quiet.
“No fucking way! Dude?!” Kaminari chimes in from somewhere in the room, because of course he’s on speaker. “Like is she right next to you?”
“Can you be any fuckin’ louder?!” Bakugou whisper-yells.
“She totally is, isn’t she?” Sero chimes in. “Did you two fuck?”
Kirishima grimaces up at him from where he’s sitting. “Don’t be crude.” Though, he hesitates a moment before speaking a little closer to the speaker. “Wait, did you?”
Bakugou kisses his teeth. “What the hell was so fuckin’ important that you had to call me at two in the morning anyway?”
“Well, those of us who weren’t out getting some wanted to know if you wanted to play DnD. Since it’s the weekend and all.” Sero says.
“But I guess now you’re too good for the loser club, now that you’re some bigshot with a hot girlfriend.” Kaminari pouts.
Bakugou audibly scoffs. “I was never a part of the loser club to begin with.”
“Says the guy who’s gonna make us look for another DM in the middle of a campaign.” Kirishima retorts. “Seriously, you couldn’t have picked a better night to fuck ____? With you two gone Jirou’s gonna wanna take over your post - and she always gives us the worst scenarios.”
“They’re not that bad.” Bakugou jumps a little when the hand around his waist slithers to wipe at her sleepy eyes, cursing hushedly before the men hear him quietly apologize away from the speaker.
His three friends blush as a familiar voice leaks softly into the receiver.
“What’re you doing…?”
“…Nothin’, angel. Go back to sleep.”
The three squeal in unison.
Bakugou kisses his teeth again, whispering angrily into the speaker. “Shut the fuck up. And don’t call me this late, again!”
Click!
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pov: Your camera roll but you’re working at the Bureau
*.~The pic you took of the office to send to your mom
*.~Spence <3 ~.*
*.~and notes you asked your friend to screenshot
*~.Miscellaneous photos taking up space on your phone
*~. notes you were to lazy to write down
*~. Photo Spencer took with your phone <3~.*
*.~Morgan not helping with the paper work because he has “Cheeto hands” 😐
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- Imagine being Billy’s cute intern -
(Short reader, fluff, boss/employee relationship, power imbalance, fem!reader)
Taglist: @idaofinfinity , @e-dubbc11
You were so fucking cute. The way you were unsteady in your high heels, not used to wearing them, and always teetered on them. The way your short legs worked hard to keep with Billy’s long strides.
Or how you’d rant for five minutes about some guy eating your sandwich in the break room..
“Is nothing sacred? Do I have to put an electrical fence around my food?” You’d asked no one in particular.
Billy had chuckled, walking by. “You can share with me.”
It happened to be Chinese. And Billy had laughed endlessly at the fact you couldn’t hold a chopstick to save your life. They kept popping out of your grip.
“Sir, do you have a fork?” You’d asked, whining.
Billy smirked, grabbed a piece of pork with his chopsticks and put it in your mouth. “Looks like I get to feed you.”
And now, you’d just spilled coffee on the crotch of his pants.
You looked horrified as you stared at the dark stain.
You fumbled; “I’m so sorry, Mr. Russo.” You said in a rush, grabbing a napkin.
Oh no.
You didn’t stop to think about anything other than cleaning up the mess. You dabbed at his crotch, and Billy raised an eyebrow.
“Oh my god.” You groaned looking as though you wished the floor would swallow you whole.
“Don’t stop on my account.” Billy grinned, leaning back.
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Drunken Confessions
Aaron isn’t a heavy drinker. Not in the sligthest. And you know that. But there was this one time he got wasted beyond belief. Though he did an amazing job of hiding it from everyone present at Dave’s party, even the team apparently. Seeing as neither of them remember this.
Having slipped away from the party at Dave’s to drive a friend in a pickle home, you left with the promise of a return shortly after. However, when you returned Aaron was awaiting your return by the stairs leading up to Dave’s mansion. Once he noticed you, he hurried over, taking your hands in his. His eyes intently holding yours.
“I have something I need to tell you,” He confess, a trace of nervousness sprinkled over his ugent tone.
“Let’s get you home.” You say, not allowing room for discussion. Knowing him well enough to see that he’d had enough to drink for the evening.
“No no, please hear me out.” his plead go unheard as you gently tuggs his arm in your direction. Luring him after you with the promise of hearing him out in the car.
You make sure he’s seated safely before climbing into the driveseat, buckling up and pulling out of the driveway.
The streets are reminicent of the ones you see in horror movies. Deserted with a thin, growing layer of fog clouding them.
“What did you wanna tell me?”
“I.. I love you”
The confession was sudden, abrupt, but not news to you. You could feel his eyes on you, afraid of your reaction.
“I would hope so, having been married to me for three years.” You chuckle, lifting your left hand to show him the wedding ring he presented you with the promise of forever, through sickness and health.
“We are married?”
“Honey, look down at your left hand.”
Even though you’re focusing on the road ahead you can tell that there are some wheels turning in the wonderful head of his. In your sideeye you watch him studying his own ring intently, before gazing over at yours. He remains quiet for the reminder of the car ride, trying to put two and two together, but the alcohol makes it harder than usual.
Pulling up into the driveway of your house, you stop the car. Aaron looks even deeper in thought than when you glanced over at him last. You unbuckle and walk over to his door, helping him get out. As you lean over him to unbuckle his belt you hear him murmur to himself:
“No way I scored this.”
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please love me, like the wave does the shore
aaron hotchner x female!reader
wc: 7.9k
warnings: fake!dating, SO much pining, mentions of murder, only one bed, Hotch is very whipped lol, this is so cliché it should be a crime
an: the moment y’all have been waiting for! i hope you kids enjoy! this will probably become a lil series so stay tuned for part 2 :)
summary: murders along the glistening white coast of Cape Cod was not a good look for anybody. especially not the BAU. the case needs a turn around, a big break, but most importantly: a Mr and Mrs.
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Reader is a newer CBI agent and stays late after work and reads on Jane's couch because she isn't used to the new city and doesn't feel safe at home and Jane keeps her company on the couch staying with her as she falls asleep 🍄
"We'll go talk to the suspect tomorrow," Lisbon said, taking the files off your desk. "Nice work today, goodnight L/N."
"'Night," you smiled, hardly moving as she left. With a sigh, you opened your laptop again, basking in the quietness of the setting sun and empty rooms.
Not for long, of course.
"Why are you here?" Patrick asked, startling you from what you were doing.
"I was just, uhm, finishing up my work. I don't mind staying behind," you rambled, hoping he wouldn't ask why the city still felt unfamiliar to you, because you knew he'd see right through your lies.
No matter how proud you were to land this job, no matter how much you were grateful — moving into a new place was always hard. Being a CBI agent and being scared of your own safety wasn't a good combo, so you hadn't told anyone. Patrick didn't need any words to understand that, because he always seemed to know everything.
"I meant why are you on my couch," he said pointedly.
"Oh—"
"No, no, it's okay. You can sit there." Patrick sat down beside you with a kind smile. "See? Enough space for two. What are you working on?"
"Haven't decided yet."
"We can work together, if you want."
You shook your head swiftly. "I appreciate your thought but—"
"I know what it's like to not want to go back to your own house," he interrupted, his voice genuine. "I can't tell you how many times I've slept here. I really don't mind helping you."
His eyes were daring as if to say "whatever excuse you have, you know you'd like a friend," and he was true, because a friend was exactly what you needed.
What's the worst that could happen anyway?
True, Rigsby found you asleep on his shoulder and teased you for weeks, but we won't talk about that.
