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chosaya · 6 months

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Choso dub voice omgggg 🏃🏽‍♀️

#IM GOING INSANE 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫OMGGGG IM CRYING AND CREAMINIng #I need him to talk me through it

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tojisun · 4 months

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toji fisting your shirt while he hits it from the back so that he can manhandle you like a cocksleeve 🍾

#sun rambles #toji fushiguro #creamin <3 #me squinting at this: does this make sense babes?

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ang3lik · 5 months

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#GUYS.#guys pls #i’m screamin + creamin #these r pics of tom.#ai #but yh #tokio hotel #tokio hotel icons #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz icons #˚ ₊ ‧ 。𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 。‧₊ ˚

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coolaboutlucy · 3 months

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watched this edit once and suddenly im nine months pregnant????

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#wlfabby #adria lore #julien baker #boygenius #creamin hehehe

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her-storybooks · 2 years

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In The Sunset: Aaron Hotchner and Y/N

Summary: Prompt- Dancing alone or with a partner.

Author's Notes: If you want to watch Thomas Gibson teaching a fair maiden to dance, I strongly suggest you watch The Inheritance. You’re welcome in advance. Side note, I have no idea how to dance. The Bullpen was uniquely silent for a Friday evening. It was rare the BAU had an air of hush about it, but tonight was the exception. The whole BAU had been invited to a local fundraiser the FBI was hosting to raise money for various projects to improve task forces. The invitation instructed black tie with the promise of live music in an impressive ballroom. Free cocktails and nibbles if you could pay the entry fee. There would be an auction to bump up the total impressively. It was the kind of event that the mayor and high-end brass of the FBI would be attending. Y/N toyed with the idea of going; she even had a dress picked out. It was an old dress admittedly, but she rarely had a chance to wear it. It might as well be new. But as the week progressed and the event got closer, Y/N found the thought of going to be too intimidating. It wasn’t her usual thing, too formal and high class. So, when all the others left early to get ready, she lied and said she had some extra paperwork that had to be in by tomorrow. They all waved goodbye and said they would see her later at the event. Y/N decided not to tell them she wasn’t planning on going. It would only provoke a loud conversation of them trying to convince her to change her mind.

The summer sun began to set, the light trickling in through Hotch and Rossi’s windows. It was a rare moment of bliss in the walls of the BAU. Usually, they were coated with anxiety and the worse crimes of man. However, this evening, they were coated in warm golden honey. The rays of light danced across the bullpen and made Y/N sigh happily. All she was missing was a drink, and then she could really delve in and relax. Her last bit of paperwork was almost finished and the promise of a quiet drink on her balcony spired Y/N to type faster and print out a copy for Hotch’s desk. She hadn’t seen him leave but she hadn’t heard or seen any movement from his office either. He must have gone by now.

The crisp white paper shot out from the printer, stained with black writing and reports from their last case. She wrapped it up neatly in the standard FBI folder and made her way across the bullpen’s floor. The sun was still glowing blissfully across the room, pushing Y/N to move quicker. A quick stop to Hotch’s office and then she could head home. She pushed the door open and headed for his desk.

“Y/N?” Y/N jumped as she turned around and saw Hotch following her into his office. He was dressed in freshly ironed black trousers and a blazer she hadn’t seen before. A tie hung loosely around his neck, not yet knotted and fastened.

“Hotch! You scared me!” she laughed; her hand pressed to her beating heart.

“Sorry,” he smirked. “I didn’t know anyone else was still here.”

“Neither did I.” Y/N laughed. “I was just dropping off my report.” Hotch stepped forward, taking the file from her hand, a waft of fresh cologne floating towards her.

“It’s not due until Monday.” He frowned.

“I know but, I thought I’d get a jump on things.” Y/N shrugged. Hotch’s eyes glazed over her face, considering, and buying her words. “You look nice.” She offered, hoping to get the attention off her. Hotch looked down at himself and tried to hide his blush.

“Thank you,” he said quietly. “You’ll want to get going, get ready for tonight.”

“Oh no, I’m not going.” Y/N laughed. She didn’t expect Hotch to try and convince her to change her mind. He didn’t seem the type to go to these events either, she couldn’t imagine he would be going if he had the choice.

“Why not?” he asked, genuinely shocked and possibly disappointed.

When Hotch walked into his office, he had been surprised to see Y/N standing there. She was still in the office when he retreated to the men’s locker room to change and shave his face in the bathroom sink. He expected her to be gone by the time he returned. She wasn’t at her desk when he stepped back into the office so assumed she had finally left. But as he walked in, the amber light flooding the room and illuminating her skin and hair beautifully, he couldn’t imagine ever failing to notice her presence. He wasn’t pleased about going to the event tonight, it was far from his cup of tea. But he had to admit, the thought of seeing Y/N in a beautiful gown and perhaps even earning himself a brief dance had made the idea seem more bearable. She had just shattered that whole idea by laughing and saying she wasn’t going.

“Well…” she stuttered awkwardly. “I haven’t really got the money to bid on anything in the auction and I’d just end up sitting at the table all evening.”

“You wouldn’t dance?” he asked curiously. He had pictured her being the type that was drawn to a dance floor, to close her eyes and sway to the music. Y/N just laughed awkwardly.

“Unless it was macarena, I don’t think I’d know how.” She blushed, ducking her head into her chest, and tucking her hair behind her ear. “To say I was an awful dancer would be an understatement.”

“I highly doubt that.” He smiled lightly, finding her bashfulness suddenly adorable. She shrugged. Hotch looked at her vulnerable smile before glancing out into the Bullpen. He breathed in deeply to brace himself before stepping further into his office. “Here.” He offered, reaching his hand out.

Y/N looked up at his large, outstretched hand. She followed the limb up his arms, across his shoulders and up to his eyes. His dark, kind and inviting eyes as he nodded reassurance. Y/N felt her nervous chuckle escape her lips quietly as she placed her small hand in the centre of his palm. They stepped forwards to one another, chests a comfortable distance. Aaron took Y/N’s hand and placed it softly on his shoulder, pulling her slightly closer again. His hand settled firmly on her waist whilst he entwined their spare palms. “Start with your right foot. You step backwards as I step forwards.” Y/N nodded; brow furrowed as she homed in her concentration. “And… 1,2,3,4…” Hotch counted in a whisper as he led their movements back and forward. Her head stayed looking down at her feet, grip loose in his hand. “Close your eyes.” He hushed gently. She snapped her head up and looked at him with confusion. The warm evening sunset within full effect now, dipping him in orange and golden tones. It made his eyes glitter and creases in his usually frowned face soften. He was looking back at her. He looked at her so deeply and strongly that it made the air run out of her lungs. “I’ve got you.” He promised.

When her eyes shut, he felt her hand tighten in his, not trusting herself to move without falling. “1…2…3…4…” he continued to count. Her breathing softened in the steady rhythm as they moved, the lines on her forehead smoothen out as she relaxed. He could see her slightly parted lips move to silently count along with him, her eyelashes casting deep shadows across her cheeks in the sunset. He yearned to see her eyes, the beautiful shades of colour that rotated through her irises. “Y/N,” he whispered slowly. They stopped moving, stopped dancing but kept their embrace firm on one another. She opened her eyes and finally, he saw her beautiful eyes in the filter of the sunset. "Come tonight." she was silent for a moment. Hotch prepared himself for the rejection, her stepping away and mumbling some sort of apology.

“Okay.”

#Aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch x y/n #aaron hotch fic #criminal minds #criminal mids fanfiction #ssa aaron hotchner #reader insert #creaminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner romance #pining

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Let’s talk about the epidemic of this here outfit:

One of his best.

#just add a silver necklace n I’m creamin #he’s so bbygirl

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cosmicstarlatte · 6 months

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Eyyy give us like a fandom name. Starlings? Cosmicstarcreamer? (I'm sorry 😭)

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MY LITTLE COSMICSTARCREAMERS!?!?! OMG THATS SENDING ME AHAHAHA!!! ty ty that gave me such a great laugh, like u don't even know how loud it was!!! 😭💕💕💕

Anyway idk!!! This is such a cute ask!! 😆 You're probably the first in the cult fandom 😔

Anyway slightly boring answer but I usually tag my asks with "the star: _" so I guess everyone who comes through here is my little star!!! 🥰💕 but if u have more ideas let me know LOL or if u wanna exclusively be my little creamer (🥛?) anon I mean akakglfkkdln💀