I know the super bowl's coming up when the grocery store starts stacking the 12-packs of soda into fun displays
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Heard a bunch of fireworks going off outside my home, so I guess the Seahawks must’ve won the Superbowl!!
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"Take care of this."
A brain module is handed to Beastie. A fine dessert to wrap up this multiple meal course.
Gladly--- but first, he had something to give in return for the copter's success.
From one dominant to another.
A closed servo started to lean in as though to reveal it's gift... when it suddenly made a surprise turn to grip around Blaze's arm and pull the fella forward, the gift locking with other's derma for a crushing kiss.
"Proud of mate."
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illicit affairs chapter thirteen
apparently i didn’t post chapter twelve here so if you’re reading from tumblr, you need to read that one first also warning of sexual content for ch.13
Emily Prentiss is what the FBI like to call a rogue. After having her Supervisory status revoked, she’s offered a job with the BAU, her status back, and a clean slate, an offer that’s impossible to refuse. On her first day, though, she finds she’s already fairly well acquainted with her new boss.
rating: M. I don’t advise anyone underage read this fic. If you do, skip chapter 2.
pairing: aaron hotchner/emily prentiss
fanfiction | ao3
taglist: @lil-koala @kkwolf5 @irisonthebus @ahdhanxiety
chapter preview under the cut (some dialogue taken from the show as it focuses on revelations)
"Please, JJ, you're practically swaying where you stand." Emily gently told the blonde, as she turned away from the computer screen. They were all tired, drained. Trapped in that immensely exhausting moment of hopelessness, as the weight of Reid's situation settled, once again, like sediment after the retreat of a violent wave. Morgan had left a large dent behind in the door he had punched, Emily saw it as she watched Hotch and Gideon pass through the doorway. It was getting to all of them.
"Maybe you should try and get your head down," Penelope suggested, from where she saw in front of her screens. Her face was etched with the same concern Emily felt, her brow furrowed in a way Emily hadn't often seen. JJ gave a laugh, short, sharp, and far too cold.
"Yeah, sure. Should I take Tobias' bed, or Charles?" She quipped, sarcastically. Penelope looked wounded, and sought Emily's eyes. Emily threw her a look that was supposed to be comforting as JJ stalked from the room, and she followed close behind. They left Penelope behind, sitting in front of the screens, looking forlorn and upset.
"JJ," Emily caught the blonde's arm, her voice soft but her grip firm. "I think resting is a good idea." She raised her eyebrows in an imploring expression, "You've been through a real ordeal today. You're injured and you're worried-"
"We're all worried," JJ tried to counter, bluntly.
"Yeah, we'll we aren't all injured." Emily pointed out, firmly. "You don't have a clear head, right now."
"Did you see how..." JJ's voice was thick, almost choked, like her throat was full, as she spoke. "Morgan. He can't even-" Her blonde hair shook around her face as JJ's head moved back and forth. "He blames me. It's my fault Reid is gone. He-"
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"I'll go to Quark's because I was planning to go there anyway."
"I can handle Quark." "I know you can."
Odo loved to hear Quark whimper.
-- I'm eating up little Quodo crumbs in this book so far lmao
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