#Aaron the delivery guy

[k0pi0]

GUY PLAYS DND ‼️‼️‼️ HE DOES OK HE DOES I KNOW IT I FEEL IT IN MY HEART OF HEARTS ‼️‼️

[anothermansjeans]

How would you think the team would react to meeting singer!reader??

HEHE FIRST TIME MEETING THE REST OF THE TEAM!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY !

cw: reader meets the team :), spencer gets embarrassed, reader gets embarrassed, but it's all in good fun!! song mentioned at the end is picture you by chappell roan!

wc: 1.1k

singer!reader masterlist

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Having a two week break during a tour usually meant resting as much as possible before starting back up. For you though, it meant spending as much time with your boyfriend as possible before you're on the other side of the country.

Staying with Spencer brought normalcy to your life. Paparazzi weren't down your back, people minded their own business, and it was easy to blend in– he brought the calm to the storm that is your life. Today, you were feeling that it was time to get out of the house, and the only motivation that could muster you up out of bed was to potentially visit Spencer.

Y/N: paperwork day??

His response was almost immediate.

Spencer: Yes. There’s not much left to do. I’ll probably be coming home earlier today.

Y/N: awesome!! :) have you had lunch? i can bring you something!

Spencer: I have not. You don't need to come all the way here, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.

You smiled while reading his messages. He was always considerate of your feelings.

Y/N: noooo, i want to, spence. i want to meet the rest of your team as well…?

It took him longer to reply to this one, and you were scared you crossed an unspoken boundary.

Spencer: They can be a bit much, but as long as you're comfortable I would love for you to meet them.

You smiled, immediately letting him know you'd be there within an hour. It was almost exactly an hour later when you were walking out of the elevator onto his floor, clad with a baseball cap and sweats, holding your joint lunch in one hand and your phone and sunglasses in the other. You could spot Spencer within seconds, and as you got closer to his desk, you heard who you presumed to be his coworker whistle to him.

“Oh, pretty boy, I think there's a special delivery for you…”

Spencer whipped his head up, seeing you lift the brown bag as you continued to walk towards him. He stood up when you got to his desk, and took the bag from your hands, placing it next to the stack of papers before engulfing you in his arms. You– being completely used to this behavior– let out a giggle when you heard a muttered “who is that guy and what has he done to Reid,” coming from a woman off to the side.

You let go after a minute, and turned towards the three people currently standing with you. “Hi, I’m Y/N!” You sweetly smiled at them as they gawked at you, and you felt Spencer’s hand sneak up to your shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

The built man in front you eyed the interaction immediately, and gave a grin as he extended his hand. “Derek Morgan. It's great to finally meet you.”

You shook his hand and turned towards the two women, “Emily,” she too put out her hand for you to shake.

“I’m JJ,” the blonde said as you shifted to look at her. A gasp was heard from across the room, causing everyone to swivel their heads towards the sound, and there stood Penelope.

“Y/N!”

“Penny!” The two of you met in the middle for a hug. “It’s so good to see you.”

“Likewise, pumpkin.” The two of you giggled as the office doors above the bullpen opened up. The chatter below caused two men to make their way down with the rest of the group.

“Y/N, this is Aaron Hotchner and David Rossi,” Spencer said, moving back over to you and slyly placing his arm around your hip. Of course, he wasn't as sly as he intended because everyone on the team clocked the move.

“It’s nice to meet you,” the older man smiled.

“My son loves your music,” Aaron said, causing you to pale as you thought about the very explicit album you recently released, “the radio edits,” he added, noticing the relief flood your face.

You let out a breathy laugh and backed your body into Spencer's instantly melting into his body. “Right, well, I’m really glad I’ve met you all. Any time you want to hang out at a show just say the word. I’d be happy for you to come.”

They all hummed in appreciation, and Spencer gave you a squeeze, “do you want to have lunch?”

Looking back at him, you gave a nod, but before you could move an inch, Penelope spoke up. “Do you want to have lunch all together? The conference room is available and I don't think anyone has taken their lunch yet…”

Staring into Spencer’s eyes, you silently asked him if he was okay with it, and when he gave a subtle nod, you turned to Penelope with a smile. “We would love to! As long as that's okay with everyone?”

Everyone agreed, and you all sat around the round table getting to know each other as you dug into your lunch.

“Okay, I’m sorry, Spence, but I need to know what songs were specifically written about him.”

JJ’s question caused a blush to appear on Spencer’s cheeks and you stifled your laughter. “Um, well… the entire 'favorite’ album is about him.”

“Oh wow, an entire album?” Derek’s words were directed to Spencer, but instead of acknowledging him, he dug back into his sandwich.

A short laugh was released from your lips at the interaction. “Yes, a whole album. The uh, last five songs on my album ‘rebuilding’ are about him too.”

“And any singles?”

You lifted your eyebrows at the eagerness that came from Emily. “‘Espresso’, and 'Unconditionally’, but that one isn't officially out yet for streaming.”

“Wait, go back,” Penelope paused the conversation, “you said the last five songs… so ‘Picture You’ is definitely about Spencer?”

Now you and Spencer were both blushing. Clearing your throat, you looked everywhere but at the people around the table. “I mean… I like for my listeners to think about whoever they want… given the context of the song…” Spencer’s hand went to your knee, inching his hand towards your thigh and rubbing it gently, letting you know you're both in the same boat.

“But you…” Emily started, a small smile creeping onto her face, “thought about… Spencer.”

“Mhmm.” And that was all she was going to say on the matter.

“My man!” Beside Spencer, Derek clasped him on the shoulder and gave him a shake, everyone around you snickering.

As embarrassed as you were, you knew these types of conversations were bound to happen when meeting the people closest to Spencer, so in the end, as long as you had him, it didn't matter how embarrassed you were. For Spencer, it was the same. He understood your world the best to his ability, and he knew you showed your feelings best through your music. So what if he had to deal with a little bullying from his team?

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singer!reader taglist: @itsleilabxtch @wietske27 @taylorswiftilovecowboylikeme @marshatesthisreality @ladylincoln @delightfulmakerpiegiant

let me know if you would like to be added or removed!

[g0at0ad]

okay, this might be nothing. but hear me out.

was relistening to MAGP and taking notes (as one does) and i got to ep 14 (pet project).

out of habit, i've been looking up every name that pops up in the episodes in the spreadsheet that contains all the names of kids who participated in the magnus institute experiments.

shopkeeper guy who ends up vomiting snakes in this episode is named anthony walker. so i look up the last name "walker" in the spreadsheet, and wouldn't you know it?

two kids with the last name walker. aaron and ruby.

now, later in the episode, the unlucky statement giver locks themself in a room, and this is the description they give.

This room, it’s a mess. Printouts, delivery notes, a bunch of rejection letters from some institute he pinned to the wall with a kitchen knife.

coincidence? what do you guys think?

[criminal-friends]

The pirate delivery guy and pirate number 4. Greg and Aaron aren't so different after all.

[untilnextchapter]

Masterlist : Criminal Minds

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid x Reader

* = Smut (Minors DNI) II Beware of the TW please

Basically anything from @imagining-in-the-margins but here my very favourites:

Different dialects (Fem!Autistic!Reader. Spencer is trying to tell Reader he likes her, but it feels like they speak entirely different languages.)

Impromptu (Fem!Reader learns some shocking news when a case lands her in the hospital.)

Fairytales (Dad!Spencer comes home to his very tired wife and even more tired child who refused to go to bed without a bedtime story from their dad.)

Growing Pains (Spencer finds unfamiliar lingerie in the laundry. When he confronts his wife, he learns it belongs to their teenage daughter.)

From @fortheloveofwonderland (check her whole masterlist, you won't be disappointed):

A Memory Locked in the Heart (Fem!Reader, eighteen years ago you met a boy named Spencer Reid whilst visiting your mother at Bennington Sanitorium. This time you are meeting under entirely different circumstances; across the table of an interrogation room.)

Mothers Daughter (fem! single mom! Reader, your mother was a keeper of secrets. She kept them so well, for so long she even managed to keep them hidden from herself. And now you find yourself face to face with the love of your life after ten years, you find yourself starting to wonder if you are your mothers daughter after all. Reunion Challenge)

We continue with the lovely @foxy-eva (all her masterlist is worth the checking, just go go~):

Reflections (Fem! Reader, the kindness Spencer Reid shows to a child seems to impress Fem!Reader a little too much)

Lipstick Stains * (Fem!Reader, the shade of your new lipstick is too much for Spencer to handle)

Miscellaneous Authors:

Any Other Weigh @reidsaurora (Fem!Reader, a small collection of stories about the times Spencer told Y/N about how big their baby was getting every week)

The Lanky Guy in Room 603 @samuel-de-champagne-problems (Fem!Reader, Meeting in the delivery room with midwife Y/N)

A Trip to Remember @dr-spencer-reids-queen (Mermaid!Reader, For three thousand years, you’ve known only what the lake has to offer you. No human contact for three thousand years, yet, always being surrounded by them. Everything changes when you meet Spencer Reid)

Dear Theodosia @violetrainbow412-blog (Fem!Reader, Dad!Spencer stays one afternoon to care for your three-month-old twins and reflects on how much he loves them)

Darling & Dandelion @eideticmemory (Fem!Reader, Spencer is a lot of things to you. Your baby daddy, your lover, your best friend, and a massive pain in your ass)

Friends to lovers with Spencer @gtgbabie0 (Fem!Reader, Spencer needs comfort)

BFF @babymetaldoll (Fem!Reader, Spencer meets his best friend from school after 12 years apart)

Wife @specialagentlokitty (Autistic!Reader, Spencer Reid with a wife who is autistic and when she comes to visit the team doesn’t know what to do until Reid comes and finds her sitting at his desk)

10 Days @boldlyvoid (Fem!Reader, it's Spencer's first father's day and he's extremely emotional about the little love of his life that he's only just met. he spends the day with his baby, Edwin, and his wife, crying and happy about how wonderful new little lives are)

Here for you @weird-is-life (Fem!Reader, 4 times you take care of Spencer and one time he takes care of you)

[Not named] @tinyluvs (Fem!Reader, Being Spencer’s girlfriend and meeting the team for the first time)

[Not named] @ddejavvu (GN!Reader, Spencer Reid and s/o who bites their nails)

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Basically check all the masterlist of @specialagentlokitty but here are my favourites Aaron ones:

Please help me (Teen!Reader, Reader has abusive parents and Hotch and reader are neighbors and reader asks Hotch for help knowing he’s an FBI agent) TW: Abusive Parents

Safe (Child!Reader, Aaron rescues her from a kidnapping but then refuses to leave her side at the hospital)

As slow as you need (Fem!Reader, Hotch x reader where reader flinches) TW: Mentions of abusive ex

Miscellaneous Authors:

Can't Lose You @reidsaurora (Fem!Reader, When Hotch gets attacked during a case and ends up in the hospital, Y/N realizes she can't lose him without telling him about her feelings)

Derek Morgan x Reader

The first time @specialagentlokitty (Fem!Reader, Dancing at JJ's wedding)

Obsession @dr-spencer-reids-queen (Fem!Reader, You’re a target for someone who is obsessed with you, and so you offer yourself as bait to catch the guy)

Like a date? @dr-spencer-reids-queen (Fem!Reader, Your older sister brings you to her work, and you get a lot more than you bargained for)

Spring Carnival @storiesofsvu (Fem!Reader, Sweet time at the carnival)

Placing bets @cafeacademia (Fem!Reader, Since you started at the BAU, you and Derek have picked up a fun way to get to know more about each other. By making bets, the person who wins gets to ask any question they like to the loser and the loser much answer truthfully. But maybe there's a bit more that just a bit of fun to the bets...)

It's Always Been You @reidsaurora (Fem!Reader, When Agent Y/N Y/L/N gets injured on the job, Derek Morgan is the one to take care of her afterward. However, neither of them expected that him simply cleaning her wounds would turn into a love confession)

[hotchgirlsummer]

There’s barley people on this app that make good bimbo reader! You are amazing!! Could u do one where she goes to his office for lunch and after they eat she gets sleepy so he lays her on his couch to nap and she’s like “so sleepy”

summary ⤷ There's nothing more one looks forward after lunch than napping with the love of their life.

pairing ⤷ aaron hotchner x fem!bimbo!reader

warnings ⤷ nothing but fluff! maybe some heart to heart talk?

word count ⤷ 1.6k words

a/n ⤷ no cause you are so sweet 🥺🥺🥺🥺 this took a long while to get done as february was a busy month for me. hopefully you like it!also!! to get back in the habit of writing, drabble requests are open! ☺️

masterlist

"Your food delivery's here!" Y/N giggled cheerfully as she opened Aaron's office door but her cheery expression was halted when she noticed that Dave and Emily were also in the room as they were previously discussing important; she looked at the other two agents and shot them a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry I didn't get you guys anything, can I make it up next time? Did you guys like the chocolate mousse or the cupcakes that I brought last time?"

"i liked both, I do have a craving for your chocolate mousse," Came Emily's immediate and well-thought of reply, which earned her smirking looks from the two men, "What? Y/N's a great baker and I love all of her treats."

"Aw, you're too sweet to me, Em," Cooed the younger woman and hurriedly hugged the noirette tight, "I'll bring some next time I visit here, kay?"

"As much as Emily and I would love to chat more with you, I believe there's a certain commander of ours who'll get grumpy if he doesn't ear his lunch," Rossi remarked as he took note of the rather tight-lipped expression that Hotch was wearing; Emily smirked as well once she broke off the hug and took a good look at their unit chief, "You're right, Rossi. It seems like they might even need to be put down for a nap."

Y/N waited until the two were out of the room before placing the lunch bag on his desk, making way to where Aaron was and sat comfortably on his lap, lacing her arms around his neck as she wondered, "Did you guys get a new team member?"

"What makes you say that, sweetheart?" Aaron questioned back as he busied himself with stroking her cheek as he kissed her nose before landing a sweet kiss on her lips.

"Dave was talking about a commander, do you have an army teammate?" Her cute head tilt made it hard for the unit chief to explain what Rossi really meant. Instead, he went along with her understanding by agreeing, "No, sweetheart. But wanna know a secret?"

Her cute gasp as she nodded excitedly, prompted him to reveal, "Sometime I don't really understand what Dave says. We all just go with what he says and make him think he's making sense."

Smacking his shoulder slightly, she reprimanded him, "That's mean, Aar. You be nice to Dave! Or else he won't make me anymore of his delicious lasagna." Leaning forward to press a kiss on her glossed up pout and chuckles at her, "Well don't worry, I will cook all the meals you will ever crave for."

"You are a great cook," She pondered for a bit before her eyes drifted over to the lunch bag she had carried with her, perking up in excitement as she remembers, "Oh! I brought you lunch! I made a it all healthy like you want, with produce, filer, and gains!"

As she was opening the covers of the tupperware, Hotch nodded to himself as he understood better what she was trying to convey, "Protein, fibre, and grains," He listed as he saw the chicken, eggs, banana, grapes, and some nuts. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble, sweetheart," He said, with a voice full of love as he placed a chaste kiss on her cheek.

Shaking her head as if what he said was absurd and lifting the forkful of food by his mouth, cupping her free hand underneath the fork in case some food fell off, "But I really wanted to see you, and I knew you didn't pack any lunch with you. Plus, you always cook for me and I wanted to return the favor, you know?"

Taking the bite she had prepared for him, he hummed appreciatingly as he smiled up at her, "I'll forever be grateful for this, sweetheart. It's been a while since I had a pretty girl bring and feed me lunch."

Giggling as she scooped some of the eggs and brought it to her mouth, "Just say the word and I can make this an everyday arrangement! Oh, would you need a personal assistant, Aar?"

"And no, I don't think I need one. Besides, I'd love it more if you busied yourself with your designs, sweet."

"Oh! Speaking of my designs, I worked on more today! I came up with this dress that comes down mid thigh and it has this Venus cut on the shoulders. Though for a while I struggled because I wasn't sure if I wanted the design to be simple sparkles to look like stars or have like embroidered flowers on it," It was apparent on her satisfied smile as she fed him more chicken that she was immensely proud of the result, "Can't wait to show you what it looks like once I've made it!"

"I can't wait to see it either. Maybe you can give me a fashion show hm?" Rubbing her back to settle her pent up excitement.

"Well maybe not right away, I have these shoes in mind that I wanna buy that will tie up the whole look."

As he was fed another bite, Aaron felt around for his wallet before speaking, "Why don't you take my card when you buy it?" Scoffing in mock offense, she shook her head and feed him another spoonful as if to silence him from making more silly suggestions, "Well excuse me for wanting to use my hard-earned money. You can't be the only one who will do all the spoiling of me. Or for me," She pouts as she looked up at him, "You do know what I mean, right?"

"I always do, sweetheart," He reassures which brings out a bright, toothy smile from her.

From there on out, Hotch filled her up on what the latest happenings within the team are — he of course left out the gruesome details of the cases are, but instead what the latest life updates of team members. And in return, she shared memorable interactions with her customers.

While he was recalling how Spencer pulled a prank on Derek with the help of Blake, Hotch's keen eye noticed that Y/N was scooping eggs but instead of feeding it to him, she fed it to herself.

"Hey! I thought those eggs were for me?" He jokingly scolded her when the bite of eggs went to her; as if to make up for it she gave him a big serving of the eggs before answering his question, "Well it's because I had such a busy day, Aar! I cleaned the apartment, cooked food, and I worked on some more designs!" She laid her head on his shoulder as she passed the fork to him — which allowed the unit chief to this time feed for himself as he noticed that the exhaustion of her day's activities was catching up on Y/N. "So ready for a nap, Aar."

"Yeah? Your tummy's all full so you're ready for a nap now?" While his voice was teasing her , Y/N did not register it as such and instead took it as concern for her well-being. Snuggling further into his neck while her hand busied itself by rubbing his chest lovingly, spreading warmth on his entire being.

"Can I go lay on your chest? Wanna stay with you while I nap," She was a hundred percent sure that he would give in but Hotch knew that if she did let him lay on him like this that one, work that needed to be done that day would not get accomplished which means more time not spent with Y/N and Jack. And second, it would be likely that a team member will barge in and poke at him for letting his guard down.

Against his will, he shook his head as he lifted her body in his strong arms — he smiled to himself upon feeling her snuggle close — and laid her on his office couch, he draped her with the soft, faux fur blanket her purchased after her first visit into his office and she made some comment about what will keep him warm while he works and she was not there to snuggle him.

"I won't take more than two hours and then we're out of here, okay?"

"Mmkay, I'm just gonna nap here, Aarbear. Wake me up when it's time for us to go, okay?" She immediately nuzzled herself into the blanket, leaning against his soft lips when he pecked her cheek softly.

"Sleep well, sweetheart," He muttered softly before promptly returning back to his desk; now motivated more than ever to brisk through this mountain of paperwork if he had any desire of spending his time with her and Jack for the evening like they had originally planned.

It wasn't until twenty minutes in when he had the expected visitor that took place in the form of Derek Morgan. Polite knocks followed by him entering the office, the Chicago native smirked as he spotted the sleeping form of his boss' girlfriend. "I see you got yourself a sleeping beauty," He remarked as he placed the files on the desk.

"Don't worry, I'll wake her up with a kiss before we leave," Hotch joked as he thanked him for the files he got accomplished. Taken aback with how he cracked a joke on his own, Derek replicated his chuckle and said, "Honestly though, Hotch, she's really good for you."

Putting the pen down as he took in his words and stared lovingly at her, "Not only that, but I she is the one for me, Morgan."

[hearthotchner]

flowers, petnames, and, apologies

— inspired by this post, which was prompted by a tiktok sound

walking into the bullpen, derek morgan couldn’t help but notice the person delivering a large bouquet of flowers, “woah woah woah, who are these for?” he asked, assuming they were for one of his female co-workers.

“um.. a mr aaron hotchner?”

derek’s eyebrows raised in surprise, and his jaw dropped, just before the expression was replaced with a mischievous smirk, “let me take this off your hands, i’ll give ‘em to him.”

after bidding the delivery man a thank you and goodbye, derek carefully placed it onto his empty desk; almost immediately, his coworkers surrounded him, intrigued by the colourful array of flowers that lay on his desk.

the bouquet wasn’t overwhelmingly bright, yet it wasn’t void of hues either. they were light, soft, pastel colours — easy on the eyes — majorly white, but with splashes of light yellows, baby pinks and reds dotted around, with, just a hint of blue.

“do you know who they’re from?” penelope’s voice piped up.

before morgan could respond, he was cut off by reid, “most likely a partner. did you guys know that lily of the valley actually represents new beginnings, which is why they’re used for various occasions: weddings, baby showers. and, the blue hyacinths show a desire to make peace — they’re apology flowers, the colours are those usually used to display remorse.” his voice got higher as he got more excited about the topic, “oh! and roses are typically used for a romantic partner, and are normally pink or red; in this instance they’re yellow, and there’s a lot of them, meaning they’re likely to be his favourites.”finally taking in the bewildered looks of his colleagues, the young genius smiled sheepishly at them, quickly shutting himself up.

“you look way too far into things, reid.” derek rolled his eyes, “they’re probably just an early valentine.”

“there’s a note.” jj pointed out — it was hidden inbetween a couple roses.

as derek reached for it, penelope scolded him, “hey! stop messing it up! we really shouldn’t be snooping, you know he likes his privacy.” she frowned, attempting to remain mature, “but i wanna know so badly- be careful!” she lightly smacked his arm.

with confidence that he was right, derek flipped the note over to read it out loud; the smirk wiped off his face at the first two words he saw, “i’m sorry.” he read in annoyance, while glaring at spencer — but nothing could prepare any of them for the next words,

“miss you pookie bear?”

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meanwhile, said pookie bear was sat at his desk, paying no mind to what was going on in the bullpen, with his head in his hands: your argument from the night before being the only thing he could think about.

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“this is the third time you’ve done this, aaron.”disappointment evident in your voice.

“i know, i’m sorry.” there were his empty apologies, “i got caught up at work, i lose track of time.” and his pathetic attempts to excuse his negligence of your relationship.

“but you always do this, you’re never here. you never text, or call, and i’m waiting up until 12 in the morning for you.”

“look, we’ll talk about it in the morning, i’m tired.” he sighed.

“we won’t, because you’ll be gone before i wake up.” you were telling the truth — that’s exactly what he did the next morning, left for work without saying a word.

he furrowed his eyebrows in frustration, “you knew what it was going to be like when we started dating, you said you could handle it. my job is demanding.”

rightfully so, you were becoming upset, “not for paperwork! i understand that you get called away abruptly, and i love that you value other peoples lives before your own — it’s why i fell in love with you.” you smiled at him softly, although, it wasn’t for long. “but, i’m talking about when you’re cooped up in the office for so long, there’s no reason for you to be staying there for that much time, after everyone else has left.”

then, everything went quiet for a bit, with you waiting for him to provide some sort of explanation, and when you didn’t get that, you continued, “i just think… if you had to choose between me or your job, you’d pick your job with no hesitation.”

the lack of response caused your face to fall, “i’m sleeping in the guest room tonight, aaron.”

he should’ve done something, anything. instead, he ran away, avoided you like a coward, using his office as a place to seek refuge from taking accountability for his actions.

one time, you told him he was bravest man you ever knew — he almost laughed at how wrong you were.

history was repeating itself. you were his second chance at love, and he was making the same old mistakes, that cost him his family. aaron thought he had changed, swore to himself that he’d never do something like this again. but, here he was, having someone waiting at home, willing to drop anything for him, yet he wouldn’t do the same.

picking up his phone, he dialled your number.

it rang out for a minute, before going to voicemail — he hoped you were just busy, and weren’t already walking out of his life.

“hey,” he breathed “i wanted to say i’m sorry, for last night, this morning.. everything really. i shouldn’t have left, and i should’ve said something.” closing his eyes, he stopped himself from rambling, because you deserved to hear it in person, “i’ll be home soon, and we can talk.. please call me back.” please don’t leave me. “i love you.”

hurriedly gathering his things, aaron walked out of his office; path coming to a stop when he saw his team staring at him, all looking a little smug. a puzzled look found it’s way onto the unit chiefs face.

“hey there snookums.” derek grinned.

aaron quirked a brow, frown deepening, “what?”

stifling a giggle, emily gestured to the bouquet, “someone sent you flowers.”

knowing exactly who sent them, he swiftly excused himself to set it up in his office.

when he read the note, he felt his lips curve up slightly, and he jokingly huffed at the petname — you always loved making him blush and laugh with the obscure names you’d come up with for him.

but, why were you apologising? you did nothing wrong. it should’ve been him doing this, not you.

right as his thoughts began to spiral, they were interrupted by a buzzing in his pocket.

“hi, aaron! did you get my gift?” hearing the sweet sound of your voice, so excited and happy to speak to him, brought a sense of relief over him.

rough hands slowly reached over to feel the soft yellow rose petals. “yeah, i did. thank you.” his brows tilted upwards, guilt kicking in again, “why are you saying sorry?”

“‘cause, i shouldn’t have accused you of choosing your job over me, it wasn’t right to push that on you-”

were you out of your mind?

“sweetheart, please stop.” he begged. “you haven’t done anything wrong. telling me how you feel isn’t wrong — telling me that i’m not doing enough isn’t wrong. we need to tell each other these things.” he shut down your attempts to put yourself at unnecessary fault. “i know i haven’t been around lately, but i’m gonna change that. i promise. i want to be deserving of your love, (y/n).”

“you already are, aaron.” you whispered.

“i’m leaving now, so i’ll talk to you at home. i have a bunch of free days to use, and we have lost time to make up for.” he smiled.

closing the door behind him for a second time, aaron scanned the room, his team no longer huddled in one spot, now at their desks; still deep in a conversation he didn’t care that much for.

the bullpen fell silent at the sight of him with his briefcase and keys in his hand, shocked that he was leaving early — not even on time.

morgan, of course, was the first to talk, “where’re you off to in such a hurry honeybunny?” snickering at his own joke.

“don’t make me flag you for creating a hostile work environment, derek.”

“that’s not funny!”

[em-prentiss]

no, I didn't see the news (cause we were somewhere else)

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Emily hums and grabs the cash on the table next to the door. She doesn’t bother with counting the money and opens the door without looking through the peephole, her brain still buzzing from Aaron’s kiss. She licks her burning lips and holds her hand out, extending the money to the delivery guy.

Only it’s not the delivery guy.

Every single member of her team, barring Penelope, stands in front of her.

Word count: 2k

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Sunlight streams in through the kitchen windows, painting Emily gold as she crosses her legs on the counter and wiggles her fingers for the coffee Aaron is carrying.

“Gimme,” she slurs, and he laughs as he sets the mug in her waiting hands. Emily sighs happily and tips it back, the taste of her favorite vanilla creamer warming her up even more than the heat of the coffee, the knowledge that Aaron stocked it in his fridge for her making her giddy.

She sets the mug down and leans forward to wrap her arms around his neck, the warmth of his bare chest seeping into her skin. His fingers dig into her hips and she uncrosses her legs to wrap them around his waist, tangling her hand in his hair and tipping his head back so she can kiss him.

He drowns in the soft feel of her skin beneath his hands, in the tickle of her hair against his cheek. Her shirt—his shirt—presses against his chest, the warmth of her body passing into his. Aaron breaks the kiss and pops another button open, leaning forward to press his lips to the hard edge of her collarbone.

Emily sighs as he digs his teeth into her skin, humming at the sting as he sucks a bruise in the hollow of her throat. He presses whisper soft kisses on her neck when he’s done, so light she starts to laugh and shy away, her ticklishness making her place her palms on his chest and shove him back.

“Stop,” she laughs breathlessly. Aaron’s heart jumps at the sight of her—warm brown eyes, flushed cheeks, dark hair tousled from his fingers. Whatever reply he had falls away as the sun hits her eyes, transforms them into burnt honey. He takes her face in his hands, kisses the tip of her nose and softly murmurs, “I love you.”

Emily smiles. Her stomach swoops like it always does when he says the words, a soft fluttering of butterfly wings that reaches her lungs, makes it hard to breathe. 

“I love you too,” she whispers, kissing him and sealing the statement between their lips. Everything goes quiet as their hands wander softly, trailing across warm skin they both know in their sleep. She digs her nails into his shoulder and he strokes his fingers across her hip bone, light touches that sear her skin, have her sigh into his mouth.

The doorbell rings. 

Emily starts to pull away from Aaron’s arms, eager to fill her growling stomach. He frowns when she whispers against his lips, “I’ll be right back.”

She barely jumps down from the counter before his hands are cupping her face and bringing her back into him. Their lips meet and she sighs, melting into his arms as he presses her against the counter. Vaguely, she thinks about the food, but he bites her bottom lip, slips his hand under her shirt to grip her thigh, and her mind goes blank. Aaron smirks against her lips when she goes boneless, kissing her until he steals the air from her lungs. He pulls back with a squeeze of her waist but she loops her arms around his neck, keeping him close. He presses his lips to her jaw, feels her fluttering pulse as she gasps. Aaron smiles into her skin.

“Open the door, baby,” he gently presses his thumb into her chin and places a soft kiss on her swollen lips, letting go of her waist as she blearily opens her eyes.

Emily’s knees grow weak. “What?” She breathes, brows furrowing over hazy eyes. She licks her lips, chasing the taste of him, and tightens her hands around his neck, pressing herself closer to his chest. 

Aaron grins, looking awfully pleased with himself. “Open the door,” he repeats, just as the doorbell rings again.

“Oh,” she blinks and withdraws her hands. “Right, food,” she mumbles, swiping the back of her hand across her lips as she pads across the kitchen floor. Aaron’s grin widens as he watches her dazedly tuck her hair behind her ear, “Don’t forget the money.” He calls out.

Emily hums and grabs the cash on the table next to the door. She doesn’t bother with counting the money and opens the door without looking through the peephole, her brain still buzzing from Aaron’s kiss. She licks her burning lips and holds her hand out, extending the money to the delivery guy.

Only it’s not the delivery guy.

Every single member of her team, barring Penelope, stands in front of her. Their concerned frowns give way to dropped jaws as Emily stands in front of them, half naked and extending money to Dave, her other hand absently dipped inside her shirt to touch her collarbone, her fingers smoothing over a reddened love bite.

The only way to describe her is domestic; bare feet, her face makeup free, a hair tie wrapped around her wrist. Her hair is down around her shoulders, fluffed out and messy, lying on top of a huge button down that reaches the tops of her thighs. Only a handful of buttons are done, most of them fished through the wrong holes, leaving her shirt lopsided and exposing the smooth skin of her torso, the black froth of lace underwear peeking out from where it hangs on her hips.

She gapes at them, swollen pink lips dropping open and dark eyes widening, a flush crawling up her cheeks that matches the color of the bruises on her neck. Reid immediately looks away, the exposed skin of her long legs making him blush.

“The fuck?” Emily blurts out, her blank mind still shrouded in fog. She can see the same confusion reflected in her friends’ faces, raised eyebrows and bewildered gazes meeting hers.

“Em?” Aaron calls out. “What’s taking so long? I’m getting cold over here,” she hears the teasing in his voice as his footsteps thud behind her.

Close the door, she tells herself, but she’s frozen in place, her fingers still gripping the money. Morgan’s eyes drag over her mussed hair and JJ smirks slightly as she takes in Aaron’s shirt hanging from her shoulders. Rossi steps back to look at the apartment number before sliding his gaze back to Emily, a small huh leaving him. Reid is still looking firmly away, cheeks red as he taps out a pattern on his fingertips.

“A-Aaron—” She begins, trying to get him to stay away, but his arms are around her waist before she can blink. He pulls her into his chest, his hand slipping through the gaps in her shirt to touch her skin.

“Did they forget the maple syrup this time, too? I told them—” 

She digs her elbow into his chest, hard, and he stops. Emily feels him tense behind her as he looks up, finally paying attention to the door—and the people standing in front of it. He inhales sharply and withdraws his hand from her shirt, his other hand falling from her waist, and blinks at his team standing on his doorstep.

He slams the door shut without a second thought.

They stand a few beats in bewildered silence before he turns to her, “What the fuck are they doing here?” He runs a hand through his hair, frowning at the door.

“I don’t know,” Emily hisses and buries her flaming face in her hands. The money gripped in her fist flutters to the floor, crumpled into balls. “Jesus, they saw me half naked. Reid saw me half naked. Oh, fuck,” she mutters into her palms, the pitch of her voice rising in panic. 

“Dave saw me half naked,” she whispers deliriously. “Fucking hell, he’s as old as—”

“We can hear you, you know.” Dave says through the door, his voice tinged in mild annoyance. She can hear the others talking, their voices a hushed rumble muffled through the wood.

Aaron ignores him and takes Emily into his arms. She’s stiff as a board, her muscles locked tight with tension, a far cry from the way she was melting into him just minutes ago. “Calm down, Em,” he murmurs, feeling strangely calm himself as he rubs his hand between her shoulder blades. “We knew they’d find out eventually.”

Emily shakes her head. “Not while I look fucked six ways from Sunday,” she whines, pushing her hair away from her flaming face.

Aaron smirks and she slaps her hand over his mouth. “Not a fucking word about that,” she warns. He nods down at her, his eyes shining with pride and amusement, something Emily ignores as she removes her hand.

“We have a case,” JJ yells through the door. “If one of you had opened your phones, we wouldn’t have had to come check if you were dead.” 

Emily can almost hear her eye roll.

“It’s our day off,” she yells back weakly, her face in Aaron’s neck as he runs his fingers through her tangled hair, trying to soothe her mortification.

“It seems serial killers don’t appreciate that,” Reid says mildly. 

Emily snorts slightly, her body starting to ease in Aaron’s arms. She leans back to look at him and he smiles at her, bending down to kiss the top of her head before he turns to the door. 

“We’ll meet you in the BAU. Is it a local case?”

“Yeah,” JJ responds. “Three murders in three weeks, they only just made the connection this morning.”

Aaron nods, scratching his short nails on Emily’s scalp. She relaxes into his chest and feels the vibration of his voice beneath her ear, “I’ll catch up with Garcia. You guys head back and we’ll coordinate from there.”

“Don’t take too long.” Dave says. Emily swears she can hear the smirk in his voice as they finally walk away, multiple footsteps thudding down the hall as she stands in Aaron’s arms. She moves out of his hold and walks to the door, looking through the peephole to make sure they’re gone.

The hallway is mercifully empty. “They’re gone,” she turns and presses her back against the door, sighing as her eyes meet Aaron’s. He smiles at her and she frowns. “How aren’t you bothered by this?”

He shrugs as he walks over to her. “Maybe I’m just glad they finally know,” he murmurs as he takes her hand and presses a lingering kiss on her knuckles. Emily’s lips curve upward and she sinks back against the door. “Aren’t you?”

She sighs. “I guess it’d be nice not to hide it anymore,” she agrees reluctantly. Her face twists up in a frown, “But they didn’t have to know that way. God, how am I gonna look them in the eye? I’m pretty sure they saw my underwear.” Emily groans.

Aaron bites his lip to hold back a laugh. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve seen all the guys in their underwear,” he soothes, cupping her face and kissing her forehead. “They’ve got nothing on you, sweetheart.”

“Your efforts at comforting are tragic,” she mutters, just as the doorbell rings again. Emily jumps and pushes herself off the door, ignoring the way Aaron laughs as he approaches it himself. 

“Who is it?” He calls out even as he looks through the peephole, his lips turned up in a smug smile.

“Delivery.” She hears through the door.

“You couldn’t have come sooner?” Emily grumbles, dragging her shirt down and trying to get it to cover more of her skin.

Aaron takes the crumpled bills from the floor and opens the door a crack, hiding Emily. He takes the food and thanks the delivery guy, the scent of pancakes and syrup wafting in immediately making her stomach grumble. Emily looks longingly at the bags in his hands. “Do we have time to eat?” Her eyes are pleading, her lower lip jutted because she already knows the answer.

“In the car, honey.” Aaron assures, setting the food down on the counter and pushing her to the bathroom. Emily groans.

“Fuck serial killers.”

[freddieraimbow74]

“The very first time we met Freddie was when he came to one of our gigs. He said, ‘You guys are great, great, great, you are really, really brilliant , but you should do this and you should do that, you should be more of a dramatic act, you should have more lights, more sound…’. Okay Freddie!

We were like, who is this guy? We said what are you? Freddie said, ‘Well, I’m a singer darling, I’m a singer.’

Oh really. Okay, fine! He kept turning up to our gigs and saying the same things.

We were getting into difficult ground, we were getting no where, we were a band called ‘Smile.’

Our singer got enticed away from us by some group called ‘Humpy Bong’ and he went off to the big time.

We were thinking ‘great, what the hell are we going to do’ and at that moment Freddie said, ‘I’ll sing for you.’ ☺️

I said, ‘Can you even sing?’ He said, ‘Yes, of course, I can sing.’ We got together and practiced. Our first impression of Freddie was ‘Oh My God!’ He was very ebullient, very exuberant and his way of delivery was just dashing around the whole time and screaming his head off. So, we were a bit taken back. We thought okay, he means well.

So, after a few rehearsals and we played a couple of exploratory gigs, we realized that this Freddie guy could sing and he had a lot of great ideas. It was Roger, myself and Freddie at this point. We had gone through a number of bass players. We had a hard time finding a bass player who had the right sort of spirit for us. We went through about a dozen. Then we found John Deacon. We all just seemed to click and somehow in a moment, Queen was born.

It obviously changed all of our lives. I don’t think any of us realized quite where it would take us. It’s amazing looking back. We were just kids. We were young people with dreams. Impossible dreams, really. We thought, we could change the world. “

Brian May 2010 interview with Aaron Truss

Four extraordinary musicians who did change the world of music. Queen are true originals. Timeless music that stands the test of time!”

Legends 👑

[ddejavvu]

Looks like I’m in your inbox to fucking stay cause I just caught myself thinking abt girldad Hotch and big brother Jack.

Jack is your very first visitor after you have your daughter, your parents having picked him up from yours and Aaron’s place to meet his new sister. He bursts into the room so excited, grinning and reaching up for where your still very red faced daughter was nestled into the crook of your arm. Hotch picks him up and helps him onto the bed so he can lay next to you, staring at his baby sister. He reaches out and gently feels her cheek with his chubby fingertips.

“She’s so soft!”

“She’s brand new buddy,” Aaron says in same soft voice you’ve heard him use when Jack’s falling asleep.

Omg and skin to skin with Aaron? He’s all propped up on your bed without a shirt on, just in the pj pants he slept in. She’s curled against his warm skin, little round cheek smushed over his heart.

My girlfriend needs to get me pregnant rn babies are so great

JACKERS :')))) ohhhh he'd be such a good big brother!! he's So Excited for the baby to come and you send him to jj's or your parents bc he can't be in the delivery room and he asks her the entire time if the baby is here yet :(( he's missing you guys so much that they films a little video of him for you and he tells you that he's so excited to meet his baby sister!!

when you call him over he is ecstatic. he races into the waiting room and hotch tells him he's not allowed to run in a hospital but he's like !! these people have to understand !! i'm a big brother !! this is my job !! i gotta meet her !! so when he gets all snuggled up on the bed and peers at her for the first time :(((

he lands a big ol' smooch on her forehead!! and you feel your fucking heart drop because germs germs germs little boy germs oh my god but it's a sweet thought and it's not like you can undo it

"She's brand new, buddy." AND WHAT IF I SOBBED A LOT. LIKE A LOT OF TEARS CAME OUT OF MY EYES. hotch loves watching his son love :')))))))

what if i collapsed.. SKIN TO SKIN WITH HIM!!! you turn the tv on really soft and low and he just lets the little baby girl rest on his chest and he's got a big hand over her back and she's just snoozing :'))) snoozin' on her dad :'))) it's so domestic and intimate and you take wayyyy too many pictures 'cause they look so cozy and it almost kills you to put her in her crib for the night :(( it almost kills him too 'cause he wants to Hold Her Forever :'))

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yeah i had baby fever and i started nannying i was like this will help!! i'll be around babies so i'll get the good parts and it'll go away but also i will change shitty diapers and clean up vomit and it'll go away!! and it didn't go away at all. it's worse. it's so much worse.

[profilerhotch]

For the Marchhotchness writing challenge by @hotchfiles

Word Count- 470

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11. [QUESTION] What's your favorite Hotch centered episode?

This was hard and I don’t even know if it would count as Hotch centered 😂.

If I had to pick one episode it’s The Tribe. To start we get a bit of a glimpse at Hotch’s relationship with his brother, I think it’s quite telling that upon finding out Sean is not going to go to law school his first instinct is to find alternative courses to keep him on track rather than letting him make his own choices. Idk it feel kind of paternal rather than brotherly- he wants Sean to have a stable life and career.

‘You know what you’re not him’ ‘then why are you here?’ I think maybe Aaron had stepped in as the paternal figure after their father died and Sean still looks to him for guidance and approval.

At the end him going and owning up to being a jackass, knowing that he went about it in the wrong way- I wonder if he felt pressured into the career he took and was unconsciously doing the same thing to Sean.

During the case you get to see more of Hotch’s intelligence,

‘21 feet’ you can see the understanding on his face before he explains it to Reid, I think especially since Reid has joined the team he doesn’t take the opportunity to show his knowledge quite so obviously, knowing that Reid uses his intellect as a way to feel confident of his place on the team.

The way he questions the team in all the episodes ‘fathers blame themselves when their child is kidnapped. As irrational as it is, this guy didn’t do that. Why not?’ He knows the answer already but puts it to the team to either help them pull the pieces together or to get some confirmation that he isn’t bias in his opinion.

With his interactions with John Blackwolf you get to see his snark, I would have loved to see the two of them interact again in the series- as Hotch gets more closed off I think it would shock the team if he was to be being snarky and sarcastic with him.

‘It’s profiling the dirt’ - it could been seen as dismissing Blackwolf's knowledge but it think it more him drawing a connection between their knowledge bases, but he likes to keep the upper hand.

‘Just so you know you sound like a fortune cookie’ - I don’t know maybe it was a bit of a defensive comment, but the dead pan delivery is great.

‘Captain America here shot number five’ ‘you’re welcome’ ‘there’s an old Apache sayin, “you can take many paths to get to the same place”’ followed by him just walking away. I think it’s great, at least it always makes me laugh a bit. He respects Blackwolf and his methods but doesn’t openly admit it.

[angelkissiies]

e. prentiss relationship headcanons

╰╮ cw / tw : mention of death, mention of arson, fluff, tiny angst, wlw (fem reader)

* she buys you flowers every single week, whether she’s in another state or country— you can always count on a vase of flowers to find their way onto your doorstep when you get home from work. it’s the one thing she never seemed to shake, even after her alleged death by the hands of ian doyle, she couldn’t help but let you know she was still alive.

tear streaks stained your cheeks, a dark pink coloring your face as you clutched the recently departed woman’s sweatshirt— sharp cries rising from your lips as you shuddered. it was friday, a week gone since the death of emily, but somehow it felt like no time had passed. you’d been sitting in a hollow shell of your old body since the call from aaron, the one waiting for her to walk through the front door with her suitcase in tow. the one who had just placed the bouquet of baby’s breath in fresh water. the one who was still engaged to the love of her life.

a sharp knock arose from the front door, the noise numbed after the past five days being bombarded with friends and family. you couldn’t find the strength to move. it wasn’t until the person waiting spoke, “mavis’s flowers, delivery for—.”

you shot from your place on the couch, slinging the door open as you stared wide eyed and petrified at the vase of tulips in the man’s hands. as he handed you the vase, sparing an odd look at your current state, you jerked the card from its spot— in machine printed letters it read “i would never miss a delivery.”

* can make fantastic coffees and lattes, but, overall isn’t the best cook. she ends up buying an espresso machine for your apartment, as she rarely ends up staying in her own, so every morning she ends up waking you with the obnoxiously loud coffee grinder she purchased on the side.

morning light streamed through your blinds, catching slightly on your dark blue curtains before landing on your eyeline— making you ease, unwillingly, out of your sleep. as you twisted uncomfortably to avoid the streams of sunlight, your, now burning, eyes landed on the hand painted mug emily had made for you on your first anniversary. from the top, you could see small tendrils of steam rising from the liquid inside— meaning it was still hot.

you shrugged out from underneath the heavy duvet, hand clasping around the handle as you tested the warmth, taking a small sip. the taste sent a shiver down your spine, it was perfect— just like every morning.

* she takes you to work with her constantly for parties and celebrations. she can’t bear leaving you out of something to important to her. so you’ll get a text around noon, telling you to be ready for some event you can’t quite remember the name of— and you always oblige. if anyone loved the team, it was definitely you, finding yourself that evening wedged between emily and penelope as they all chatter on about something or other.

“and you’ll never believe it, but the guy actually cried! our emily made him cry!” penelope ranted, an excited smile on her face as you nodded along. the conference room was decorated for valentine’s day, though it had recently passed (reid hadn’t been able to deduce the correct decor, as ‘congrats on catching an infamous serial arsonist’ didn’t bode well with the decor company) and small paper cups filled with a mock tail were being passed around to everyone. “you should be so proud of her.”

“oh, i am.” you smiled, feeling the woman’s grip on yours tighten as she entertained a conversation with aaron and spencer.

* lets you rummage around her closet. the woman’s known to have expensive taste in clothing, coming from such a privileged background— it is to be expected. so when you’re pacing the floor, overstimulating yourself with outfit plans for work or— hell, even to go out to brunch, she simply grabs something of her own (that she knows you like) and sets it out for you to find. it never fails to put you to ease.

clothes scattered across the bed, failed outfits discarded into a pile on the floor as you eased yourself down to sit on the edge of the bed. you needed to leave in less than an hour and all you could do was try not to cry. a knock came at the door and you jumped, watering eyes shooting up to see emily slowly sliding through the cracked door with a hanger, of something unrecognizable through the haze of your tears, in her hands.

“th—,” “you don’t have to thank me, sweetheart.”

* lipstick marks. it’s like a ritual for her, especially after a long trip away, she’ll come home— still in her work clothes, gun tucked away in its holster— and find you, wherever you might be, and attack you with a dozen kisses to your lips and cheeks. she knows how dark her lipstick is and she knows how messy the two of you get after such a venture, but she couldn’t care less about the smudged edges of her own lips when she pulls back to admire the prints scattered across your face in varying shades.

“you gonna help me get this off?” you giggled, moving a hand up to swipe the lipstick off of her cheek with a gentle movement— fingers hovering slightly over her worn makeup, tracing the crease of her mouth.

“well, i kinda like how pretty you look. it’s a nice shade on you, i think maybe you need a little more.” she hummed in response, leaning down to meet your lips.

[jonbutter]

Mean Girls (2024) Review

or Mean Girls: The Musical: The Movie: The Thrill Ride

Honestly, didn't hate it! Turns out a Sparknotes version of Mean Girls (2004) is still good! And hey, Tina Fey actually left out the racial humor that didn't age well, thanks Tina!

The songs were pretty good, too. Not the best I've ever heard from a musical but I've certainly heard worse. Stand-Outs from the New Cast include Reneé Rapp and Jaquel Spivey. Tim Meadows still performs the hell out of his role like it's still 2004, not one delivery out of place. You go, Tim!!!

But jeez, they probably should've laid off the vamping of every single memorable quote from the first movie, like yes we get it, It's October 3rd, and She Doesn't Even Go Here, and Stop Trying to Make Fetch Happen. I also think that there was less focus on character moments that would've given more dimension to Gretchen and Karen.

But again, I didn't hate it! I've seen Mean Girls 2. you can do so much worse than this

7/10 also the guy who plays Aaron Samuels in this reminds me of Paul Brittain

[writergirl3]

4 Town x Reader vs Flatpacks

So, after offering virtual moral support for my own IKEA flatback endeavors, @4townlove agreed to collab on this fun piece with me! It was so much fun, and we’ve actually already been brainstorming another fun scenario between you and 4 Town…

There’s a tiny bit of swearing in this, hope y’all don’t mind. And yes, it’s all T.

Without further ado, enjoy the pure chaos of 4 Town helping you move into your apartment! 🧡

“Thank you!”

Scribbling your signature on the proof of delivery and bidding the delivery guy farewell, you began shuffling the IKEA boxes inside.

Once all of the smaller ones were safely stowed inside, you eyed the 6ft cardboard package with contempt. Damn wardrobe. Why hadn’t your new apartment come with a fitted one?

After only a few moments of your best efforts- which were honestly pathetic- at moving the box, you heard a familiar voice just as the whole thing threatened to squish you.

“Whoa, whoa! Here,”

Z grabbed the cardboard with ease just before it toppled, his protective instincts towards you kicking in. You didn't even realise that you were in the brace position until he spoke again, “be careful.”

“Sorry, and thanks. Wouldn’t want ‘death by flatpack’ on my tombstone, would I?”

Z chuckled, jutting his head towards the door, reassuring you that he’d got the box and encouraged you to head inside. You had to admire his capability, lifting the thing like it weighed nothing.

Shutting the door behind him, you noticed that T had also arrived.

“YO, IT’S HERE, Y’ALL!”

“Jesus,” Z winced, “you think they got new sets of ears for me and Y/N in one of these boxes?”

T just rolled his eyes, “It’s my way of helping.”

“Did helping me carry the boxes never occur to you?” you cheekily quipped.

“Hey! You volunteered so that the delivery guy wouldn’t freak out and want photos ‘n shit.”

“Right, I forgot that your target audience is men in their mid-40s.”

“Shut up! I’m still proud that a freakin’ pensioner asked for my autograph.”

“That’s not something to be proud of, T.” Z sighed, having settled the largest box down.

Before T could begin a full-blown speech, the other guys finally emerged. Jesse eyed the boxes, “You brought all these in yourself, Y/N?”

“No, Z helped too.”

“So did I!”

“T, shut up.”

“Guys, guys!” Tae calmed the Aarons down, “Why don’t I make us all some tea?” Tae was no stranger to 4 Town’s flatpack endeavours, and knew well enough that some sort of soothing hot drink was a must to calm everyone down.

“Ew, no! Make mine hot chocolate,” T cut in, “tea is gross.”

“Kinda ironic that you hate tea.” Jesse hummed, referring to the brunette’s given nickname. The realisation earnt him a fist pump from Z, while you and Robaire chuckled.

“Right, Tae and Ro, you sort the drinks. The rest of us will unbox the packages.” you instructed. Someone had to take the lead with these guys, after all. Yes, it had been kind of them to help you move into your new place, but you could already foresee pure chaos.

T comedically saluted to you before dramatically ripping the nearest box to shreds. Jesse and Z went about it more methodically, while Tae and Robaire were happy to avoid the whole thing altogether.

One thing was for sure: this was gonna take a while.

⭐️

“That’s all the boxes. Who got the instructions?” Jesse wiped his forehead with his arm. Who knew that opening fifteen boxes would be tiring?

You scanned over the packages in front of you, trying to make sense of all the loose wooden fixtures. Annoyingly, there wasn't a pamphlet in sight. Z shrugged, also having the same problem.

“The instructions? Oh, I tore ‘em up, they’re in the trash.”

“T!” you collectively shouted, exasperated. Of course it was T, who else would it be?

“Yo, chill! Imma find the English ones.”

Z pinched the bridge of his nose and Jesse just gawked at the brunette. Tae and Robaire froze in the doorway, beverages in hand. All you could do was sigh, “T, there aren’t any English instructions. It’s IKEA.”

“Then how do we put the shit together?” T babbled, utterly clueless.

“The pictures. You use the pictures!” Jesse refrained from screeching, putting his head in his hands.

A wash of something akin to realisation swept over T’s features, and he snapped his fingers, startling everyone. Especially poor Tae, who nearly spilt tea all over himself.

“Well, we got two linguists in this group, right?” T proudly pointed out.

“T, I don’t speak Swedish.” Robaire immediately shut down the premise.

“Alright, alright, but what about Jesse?” T gestured to the blonde as though it were the most obvious suggestion in the world. Everyone looked to the Jesse, and then back to T.

“What about Jesse?” Z looked unimpressed.

“Jesse looks Swedish, so…” T faltered.

“Sorry, just to be clear, you assume I can speak Swedish because I’m blonde with blue eyes?”

“Yeah!”

“Not cool, bro.” Z deadpanned.

Everyone eyed T with exasperation. “T, you know I’m not Swedish!”

“You’re not?” T looked genuinely surprised, “Guess you learn somethin’ new every day.”

“Some of us have more to learn than others…” Tae sing-songed under his breath, setting the mugs down. T just scowled at him.

“My Dad’s family were from Russia, and my Mom’s Irish!” Jesse exasperatedly corrected.

“Aight! I didn’t ask for your family tree.” T held his hands up in surrender, and it was now Jesse’s turn to look irked.

You were starting to feel that way, too, and clapped your hands together like an elementary school teacher. “Right! Enough about Jesse’s heritage, we need to figure out a way of getting those instructions back.”

“I’ll look online.” Robaire sensibly offered, heading off to the computer. He dodged T as the brunette began to use one of the pieces of cardboard as a skateboard. Tae grabbed T, shoving his hot chocolate into his tanned hands to distract him.

“God, I’m gonna need something stronger than tea by the end of this.” Jesse flopped on the ground, his blonde hair lacking its usual golden sheen.

“Nothing is stronger than the almighty T!” Aaron T quipped, hot chocolate froth coating his top lip, which had turned upwards into his signature grin.

Z just sighed and raised an eyebrow, already fed up with his name twin's jokes.

You chuckled, wondering if surrendering to delirium would make this whole process simpler. For now, the tea would suffice.

“Aight, I printed the instructions off,” Robaire reemerged, “no one let T near them.”

“Rude.”

“Can we just start now?” you raked a hand through your hair and Jesse agreed.

Robaire directed everything, organising some sort of procession line. Z was put in charge of the heavy lifting, Jesse deciphered instructions, and you organised all the bolts and screws. Robaire assigned himself the job of fixing everything in place.

“Why don’t I get a job?” T whined, earning him deadpanned expressions from everyone, including you. He just shrugged, content with his hot chocolate as he went back to sipping the sweet drink.

“Tae, you wanna do something?” you sweetly offered while Z passed you your tea.

“No thanks! I’m good over here.” the faux blonde declined, wringing his hands in anxious anticipation.

You smiled over at him before passing Robaire the nails for the new bookshelf. Scanning your eyes over the somewhat-orderly room, you set your hands on your hips confidently.

How hard could this be?

6 hours later

"i cant believe... we lost.... to a flat pack...." Aaron T wheezed, the bags under his eyes finally becoming pronounced as he collapsed to his hands and knees, panting with exhaustion.

Robaire was sat with his head in his hands on the couch, Jesse trying to deny their failure by insisting with a weak and delirious laugh, "C-Come on guys.. I'm sure theres.... there must be another page we haven't-"

"No." Z cut in dryly, staring at the ceiling fan and getting lost in the hypnotic whirring of the arms til he couldnt feels his limbs anymore. "We just failed."

Taeyoung was trembling with fatigue, his arms as heavy as lead at his sides as he panted, "W-well.. at least it's upright...right?"

and as if a wind of poetic justice blew its way through the apartment, the frames began to tilt and as all your eyes widened, the whole wobbling shelf keeled over and crashed back to the carpet for the 27th time.

silence hung in the stale air like an odour, so thick breathing was uncomfortable. you, staring into your empty teacup beside Robaire, barely had the strength to look at he failed attempt, but the more you sat in that silence, pondering the possibility of a swedish furniture store conquering the best of all boybands, a smile pushed into your jaw.

Jesse, finally progressing to the next stage of grief, let the loose and crinckled instruction manual slip from his calloused fingertips, his blue eyes bloodshot and knees quivering.

T choked out between stiff breaths, "A- *sniff* a-at least we... we tried our... *sob sob* our best and... and worked... at least we worked as a team!!!!"

Z rolled his eyes into the back of his head and shut them for a moment, frustration silently coiling in his mind. but you were snickering now.

how absurd this all was, to think that IKEA had defeated you, had drained all attempts at being handy while having all the tools to make handiness seem easier.

"Oh my god..." you chuckled under your breath, your surprising amusement now audible enough to get Robaire's attention. blinking out of his pensive state, he turned to you, grinning at your strange reaction. "....Y/N?"

"Uh oh." Z muttered without having to open his eyes, though a very faint smile lifted to his lips. "I think we did it, guys."

"W-what?" Taeyoung sniffed, only then realising his eyes had been pooling with pearlescent tears, but pushing them away from the back of his hand, your trembling shoulders came into view and he frowned.

"Y/N?" and then, to make the situation even more out of the ordinary, a soft rolling chuckle began to rise from the back of Aaron Z's throat. slapping a hand over his eyes, it grew, swelling as it fed on the stale air of the sunset-lit apartment that held an aroma of dust and sweat and cold coffee. "We finally did it."

then Jesse started. though he was staring at the wall in slow acceptance of his grief, he shook and began to laugh also.

the concern of 4*Town's leader tightened his eyebrows into a frown but his full lips continued to stretch into a bemused smile. carefully taking the cold mug from your hands as you threw your head back, he placed a hand on your shoulder and asked again, "Hey... what happened?"

"We broke them." Z chortled, rolling onto his side as his laugh billowed into the room. and you, clutching your stomach as the events of the chaotic, desperate day repeated over and over in your minds eye, only fell back onto the bed, wheezing as you finally coughed out, "W-we... AHAHAHA! we got... the one thi-ing... that defeated 4Town... was a damn flatpack bookshelf!! I can't believe this!" and once the words were out, the insanity of the situation finally cleared the atmosphere.

it was Jesse that cackled out next, his blonde hair gleaming in the flittering light of the amber setting sun. and then Taeyoung, whose fatigue slowly slipped into delirium when he glimpsed Aaron T still genuinely crying as he stared at the nuts and bolts and torn instruction manual between his brown hands. "Y-You..." the young Korean snickered, "T, you... you threw away... the instructions... before we'd even started-"

"I WAS HELPING TO CLEAN UP!" T wailed, his tawny eyes swimming and overflowing with tears, and hearing that was enough to erupt the apartment.

You, Robaire, Jesse, Taeyoung and Aaron Z exploded. laughter mixed with the confused and overwhelmed hiccuping of T until you were all rolling around uncontrollably, gently pounding fists into the cream carpet and collapsing.

yes the day had been stressful and draining, but being with the guys, laughing and bickering and sipping sombre cups of tea over the magnitude of your collective confusion had made the day one to remember. through your blurry eyes, wiping away the tears of your pure delight, you looked at them all in the light of the setting sun, their smiles shining just as bright, or even more so.

your heart swelled as you watched Jesse finally let himself lie down after standing or pacing for hours on end, you watched Taeyoung and Aaron Z take T in their arms and comfort his seemingly honest sadness, and Robaire who met your gaze with such warmth as he laughed, "I'll never forget this. I'm certain. IKEA flatpack furniture is going to haunt my nightmares forever now."

"Same" you giggled, sighing deeply and resting your head on the black lead singer's shoulder. "I love you guys...." and then the room was tender again.

the calm settled over the dust and static film the plastic wrapping had left on every surface and stuck to your palms; the other members slowly regained their sanity enough to look at you and each other, a mutual gentle appreciation for everyone in the room shimmering like glitter in the sunset. and then your stomach growled, and your grin returned, sharp and cutting.

"As much as I do love you all too," Jesse began as he pushed himself to sit up, his brain finally recallibrating to return him to the sensible caretaker of the group. "We havent had anything today besides coffee so... how about pizza?"

"All the pizza?" Tae perked up, eyes bowls of starlight. and the other blonde nodded, winking kindly at the young member. "All the pizza. My place is free tonight so we can have a sleepove-"

"I'm sorry for throwing away the instructions!" T blurted out. "If i'd known they had the instructions on them i wouldnt have, i swear!"

You and Robaire exchanged glanced before falling into gentle giggling again, all before you pushed yourself to stand on aching legs. "Yeah we definitely need food. Let's just... get our things and head out. We'll sort out the bookshelf later."

"hey T?" Z muttered, crouching in front of his namesake with a comforting hand on his back. T pushed his hands over his face and looked up at the other, "Hm?" Z grinned and nodded his head towards you as he explained, "Y/N says it's pizza time."

a quiet heartbeat passed before, in an instant, Aaron T was on his feet, springing up like a jack in the box with a smile as wide as the sky as he exclaimed, "HELL YEAH!" and grabbing Taeyoungs hand, raced out the door.

"Don't forget your backpack!" Jesse called after them, picking them up and hurrying after the two youngest. Robaire followed soon after, shaking his head in soft amusement and then it was just you and Z.

with a slow breath, you looked at him and he looked at you. you shared a tender smile before he threw his arm around your shoulder and muttered as you walked out and locked the apartment door behind you, "T was right though... at least we worked together."

"Yeah," you agreed, heart full of warmth. "We did."

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Musing Meaninglessly Masterlist

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Hotch and little!reader ^-^!! anything u have

Dinner Time | Hotch x little!reader

warnings: use of word dada to refer to Hotch

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“Did you burn dinner again Dada?” You giggle, tugging on Aaron’s pant leg where he stands at the stove, sighing at whatever he had cooking in the sauce pan.

“I’m afraid I did baby, looks like we’re ordering in, again.” Hotch leans to scoop you onto his hip, brushing his hand up and down your back to sooth the wrinkles in your shirt.

“S’okay I like pizza better anyways.” Aaron chuckles as he bounces you up to get a better grip.

“Is this your way of saying I can’t cook?” You shake your head.

“You make really good toast Dada!” Hotch laughs then presses a few kisses to your cheeks and forehead. Letting one hand remove from holding you he flips the burner off then picks up his phone to place a delivery order, that pizza place should have your guys order memorized by now.

“The nice delivery man will be here in twenty minutes.” You grin happily to Aaron’s words.

“We gots to get his tip counted!” By far your favorite part of dinner time is letting Hotch help you count out the 20% tip he gives in cash to whoever is delivering the meal.

“Alright let’s go count the tip.”

[chelsea-xxx2003]

Chapter 9

Aaron POV

I suddenly jolt up awake in a cold sweat. My chest moves up and down as I take in all the oxygen. I look over to Maya and she's still asleep then I look over at the digital clock 8:48am. I get out the bed and go to the bathroom and quietly close the door. I lean on the counter top as I take deep breaths in and out. My hands are shaking, if chilled but I'm sweating. What is this feeling? It was only a nightmare, why am I reacting like this? The nightmare felt really real.

I splash my face with some cool water to try and calm down. I wipe my face. I hear a buzz at the door. I open the door and walk out the bathroom. I put on some sweats and press the camera. I looks like a delivery guy with a whole bunch of suitcases.

"Hello"

"Uh delivery for Miss Thompson."

I press the buzzer to let him in. He eventually comes up and knocks on the door. I open the door. He has three suitcases to bring and I move out the way so he can put them in the living room. Every time he comes up, there are more bags with him. Poor guy. I would help but it's not my job. I'm sure he can manage, he looks 23 or something. He comes up with the last amount with sweat on his forehead.

"If I can ask you to sign here please."

I take the clipboard and sign the parts that need to written off.

"Ron is someone at the door?"

She comes out of the bedroom with a tired look on her face and messy hair. In just my top to her thighs. I turn to give the clipboard back to the guy but his attention is somewhere else. Something behind me. More like someone. He looks mesmerised by Maya. I watch him look at her up and down with a stupid smirk on him. He bits the corner of his lip. Fuck no.

I shove the clipboard in his chest and stand in front of him to stop him from fantasising about her anymore. He finally comes to his senses, takes the clipboard, says thank you and dips.

"My bags are here."

She looks more awake as she realises that her bags are back.

"Why are so many bags. Didn't you leave with like three."

"This is my whole wardrobe. Of course I would go shopping abroad."

She takes them and unpacks. I'm watching her from the doorway. She opens the first big suit case and pulls out a dress and another with another. These look short and revealing.

"Where did you wear these dresses?"

"At parties, clubs and days out with my girls."

"Has any guys approached you?"

"Oh every single time." she laughs but I'm not laughing.

"But not only in these dresses, in work clothes so like two piece suits or dresses, gym clothes, casual clothes and bikinis."

"Bikinis?"

She nods with a knowing look. She knows exactly what she's doing.

"It's not like I engaged with them. If I sensed flirting I would shut it down. Unless it gets me free drinks with my friends."

“Yeah ok. Listen I gotta head to work.”

"Oh you still engineering?"

"Yeah. Working on a megacorporation called Alchemax. But you never heard from me."

"Oh so it's like a government owned building or something. Sounds exciting."

I kiss her cheek and go take a shower. What is said was not a lie. Engineering is my job. It's like a back up income. When people ask what I do, I tell them that. It's really good paying job.

Maya POV

I carry on packing what I can whilst Aaron takes a shower. I then realise how bags I have. I'm definitely going to donate some. I don't forget the Christmas presents but put them to the side. I go through some bags and close to finishing when the bathroom door opens with steam in the way.

He comes out the steamy room with only a towel around his waist. NoW it's my turn to stare. He has been working out. I mean he always was but his muscles look more visible or is it the water.

"Take a photo."

I snap back to life. He looks at me with a grin. Throw a piece of clothing at him but as always he catches it. He unfolds it and his smirk widens even more. It was one my underwear. My mistake. I go over to him to get it back but he just holds it above me. I giving it my all by going on my tiptoes and holing on to his arm. No joke it feels firm. I give up.

"Don't you have work to go to?"

"Not until a bit later."

I leave the room to make something for breakfast. I open the fridge. Nothing. Only a box of Chineses takeout, half a pack of beer left. Smh. What the hell has this guy been eating. At least there is milk that is fresh. I open the cabinets for cereal and thank God there was some. I get a bowl and a spoon and start. I go and sit on the leather couch and watch TV. The sound of a sitcom graces to room with a bunch of backtrack laughter.

He finishes but is in a rush to get to wherever he's working.

"What the hell have you been eating these past eight years?"

"Huh?"

"Huh!" Smh again. "I'm surprised you're still alive. You've been surviving on takeouts for years."

"Gotta bye."

What a way to disappear. What? Did he get flashbacks of me nagging him to eat healthy back in the day. It used to bother me seeing him eat all that junk. To the point where he would eat in the carpark of fast food restaurants. Still caught him though. On the topic of food I've got to do some shopping. Even the fridge looks hungry.

I finish the cereal, take a shower and get dressed. A jumpsuit, leg warmers, boots, winter coat and fluffy beanie and purse and I'm out the door. I get an Uber to the union market. I know it's an expensive posh grocery store but i haven't been in so long. I 'm gonna make something nice and healthy tonight.

My Uber arrives and I hop in. The whole ride I'm grateful that the driver does not say a word. I like rides in silence or with music. I arrive at the place and step into the store. The cold is really intent on killing me.

"Hello Miss, welcome to the Union Market. Do you have a membership?" The woman at the door greeted me.

"I do but it probably expired."

"Thats ok. We can update it for you"

I give her my card and she scans it and puts it in the system.

"Here is new car. Also you are able to do your shopping and have it delivered the same day as soon as possible."

Oh. That's fun. Years ago, they would only load groceries in the boot of your car. I grab a cart and get started. I'm walking through the aisles. I'm picking up fresh vegetables, fresh fruits. I will be making salmon with mashed potatoes and steamed broccoli because lord knows he needs a healthy meal after all these years of junk food.

I'm lost in thought as I'm walking up and down the aisles about to finish.

"Oh my gosh. Maya is that you?"