Live Laugh Love Tomoeπ€
aaahhh okay wait imagine Emily is away on a case longer than usual and comes home without telling r to surprise her and sees that reader has been like idk wearing her shirt or sleeping with her pillow or idk just like something to feel close to her
thank you for your request β‘ fem!reader
Emily knows you're in her bed before she's so much as opened her front door. She lives in a nice building across from Washington, DC, in an apartment that glows with the lights of the city. It takes time to get home after a case, but the view isn't one you'd find anywhere else.Β
She'd fly a hundred hour flight if it meant getting to ch ome home to you. It sounds silly and corny, like a fairytale she didn't believe in, but there's something about you that inspires cliches. Like, your beat up converse arranged neatly so as not to disrupt her tower of high heels and boots. Your coat on the rack with the arms and hood smoothed down, and the way you arrange Sergei's food and water bowls intricately every time you visit because you're aware of Emily's penchant for orderliness.Β
She knows you're here because of all of these things, but really, she has a freaky sixth sense when it comes to you, and seeing you curled up on her side of the bed cements it perfectly.Β
She locks her gun away in its safe and puts her shoes and jacket away. Quiet, she slinks to where you're sleeping with the sheets up to your nose and bends down to check you over. She knows nothing has happened since she saw you last, but it doesn't matter. She needs to look at you properly.Β
You're on your side, face angled down, arm a lump under the sheets. Emily smiles and, despite the singing urge to wipe away the day's faded makeup and brush out curls crunchy with hairspray, lingers, holding her hand up to your face, stroking a short line.
A family of cheetahs sleep with the forest guard every night. When the Forest Dept. heard about it, they decided to check the veracity of the claim by installing a CCTV camera. This is what the camera recorded! Just amazing.
Kitties will be kitties πββ¬
peak femininity is wanting to look exactly how this song sounds.
imagine being in an office for one of the most powerful companies in the world and there is an important meeting going on that has been interrupted, and as you stand outside waiting for the news, you hear your boss, the ceo of this company, screaming βIβM THE ELDEST BOYβ
He hates the AM, he hates the PM
Hobie & Pavitr πΈβοΈ By Luciannys Camacho
tom when his wife cheats on him and confesses to wanting an open marriage on their wedding night:
tom when greg wants to work in a different department:
Succession for dumb people.
Did That Just Happen?
Summary: Sleep-deprived from the latest case, you let a confession of love slip. Spencerβs positive you didnβt mean itβno matter how much he may wish you did.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: thatβs right, another cheesy love confession!!! Shocking, I know. Also I wrote this in like an hour so do with that what you will
The never-ending case from hell is finally, blissfully over.
The team looks like a horde of zombies, all running on fumes and far too much caffeine. Even the relief of the unsub being caught isnβt enough to wipe the sleep deprivation from your faces. Everyone had just barely made it to the hotel, Hotch and Derek being the only ones alert enough to drive you all back.
Thereβs one last speed bump in this dreadful caseβroom reassignments. There was some issue or another in the booking system, and everyoneβs been reassigned to different rooms for your final night.
Spencer canβt help but watch you out of the corner of his eye as everyone shuffles into the lobby, waiting for their new keys. Youβre a little wobbly on your feet, and he can tell that youβre in a bit of a daze. Itβs not much different from just about everyone else here, but Spencer finds himself far too concerned with your well-being in particular.
As if thatβs anything new.
You lean into him a bit, and he canβt tell if you pretend not to notice the way he jumps or if you actually donβt notice. βIβm so excited to sleep,β you say, head dropping to his shoulder.
Spencer canβt manage more than a pitiful little nod. He doesnβt trust himself to speak and say anything that isnβt a ridiculous declaration of love.
Little Jasmine by KUISHI Xu