“Wait, Wait please don't do this Dom! I swear I never meant to hurt Deliah!” I heard him plea but my sister is something I never mess around with. Since my mother Sasha Gomez was killed by my pathetic dead beat father Kyle West I. Don't. Fuck. Around. With. My. Baby. Sister. I kinda remember my mother but some things are fuzzy though. My mother smelt like roses in an italian field, Her black hair and brown eyes and is about 5 '3, Just like my sister Delieah While I was the spitting image of my father, Brown hair Blue eyes and around 6 '2 tall and skinny. There's one thing I inherited from my mother is my skinniness.I stared at him, the man I called my father, my hero, my hype man, now a killer, that's when BANG I shot him square in the forehead. My name is Dominic West and I have no remorse for what I did..
Thanks to my mom for believing in me when no one else did. Thank you to BookTok for helping me get the confidence I so badly needed. And thank you criminal minds for the inspiration for writing this book. Wheels up in 10!
Guys, guess what.... Im now writing a book called Midnight Killer in Stony Creek. Its a Dark Romance, Mystery, and Thriller all in one about siblings wanting revenge for their d-ad mother.
When Delilah and her sexy older brother Dom find out what really happened to their kind and beloved mother, they seek revenge on all who hav
Is anyone else ready for it to be fall yet? Like lets go already summer I'm ready to wear my cute sweaters and sweats to watch Coraline or Halloween Town.
Who else is crazy about spooky season and everything Halloween?
Hi everyone
my name is Katie and I'm now 25 (as of yesterday) and I'm obesised with Halloween. I also have autism, ADHD, Bushke Ollendrofe Syndrome, and many other disabilities and chronic illnesses. Just wanted to say hi and see who else loves Halloween!
Thinking about bringing Aaron breakfast in bed on the rare weekend he sleeps in/wakes up after you 🥹 he gets to soak in the slow morning and cuddles and love. The man deserves a break and a weekend in!!!!
no you're so right for that - thanks for indulging meee <33
Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader who laze around in the morning [1.1k words]
CW: bossing Hotch around, fluff
For a job that was so unpredictable and inconsistent, Aaron Hotchner was – undeniably – predictable and consistent.
He liked routine, he valued structure, and found ways to control his life when so much of it was, as previously mentioned, unpredictable and inconsistent. When he was home, he woke up in the early hours of the morning, got a run in, made himself a smoothie before getting into a shower and ultimately starting his day. He liked to bring lunch to work with him, seeing as he ate out a lot when on cases with the team, and his evening wind downs were often just as regimented as his mornings were.
But today seemed to be an exception to the rule, and while it certainly felt different, Aaron couldn’t say that it felt wrong.
The sun filtered through the gauzy curtains warming Aaron’s legs beneath the duvet. Your side of the bed still held the phantom shape of you, though the sheets had since fallen cold. That was close to feeling ‘wrong’ to Aaron but was quickly righted by the aroma of breakfast wafting down the hallway; gentle humming taking place to a song he wasn’t privy to.
Turns out, as not wrong as his current predicament felt, Aaron Hotchner also had FOMO – a term Penelope Garcia was responsible for teaching him when they’d been away on a case for an extended period of time resulting in a rather lonely and huffy tech analyst – seeing him folding the blankets away from him as he moved in search of one half of his heart.
He found it as he neared the kitchen, the sounds of his steps padding down the hallway seeing you round the corner of the doorframe, though your face was all wrong; brows pinched in disappointment – at the sight of him, seemingly? – and hands held up in a placating, warning gesture.
“No…” you whined, and Aaron stopped short.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“You’re not supposed to be here.” You told him, and Aaron fought against the temptation to cock his head at you.
“In my house?”
You rolled your eyes with a huff. “Awake.” You corrected him.
His brows rose at you, though he didn’t make any attempts to squeeze past you. “It’s quite late in the day, honey.”
“Brilliant detective work, Special Agent; I see why the FBI pays you the big bucks.” You taunted him, brow cocked at him and eyes full of mirth. He levelled you with a glare in response.
It’s only when he said your name that you finally relent.
“Can you go back to bed? Please?” You nearly begged.
“Back to bed?” He clarified. “Sweetheart, it’s late.”
“Please.”
And, listen, for as much as Aaron liked to control the aspects of his life that he could, and for as intimidating he could be at work and – perhaps – outside of it, and regardless of whatever FOMO he may have had in the moment, he was also a pushover; though that aspect of Aaron seemed particular to you.
So, with a sigh in an attempt to make it appear like this was a great upheaval for him, Aaron turned and headed back towards the bedroom, shooting one last glance over his shoulder to see you smiling and flitting back into the kitchen. Capitulation was worth it at the sight of your excitement.
He was hardly back in bed, sitting upright against the headboard as he slid on his reading glasses and pulled out his book when you were walking through the doorway with a tray in hand.
“What’s this?” He asked through a chuckle, ridding himself of both his book and glasses in favour of making room for the breakfast spread you laid out in front of him.
“Breakfast!” You explained, as though the perfectly buttered toast and eggs in front of him might not have clued him in.
“I see that.” He agreed with a smile. “But what’s the occasion?”
“The occasion,” you teased as you eased yourself on the lower half of the bed, your elbow on one side of his knee and your hip on the other as you smiled up at him, “is that my handsome man is home, safe, and sleeping in.”
Aaron let out a knowing hum as he took an appreciative bite of toast. “That’s quite the occasion.”
Your somewhat smarmy smile turned soft. “I thought so too.”
And Aaron’s FOMO reared its ugly head and made a comeback, causing him to wipe crumbs off of his being and move the tray onto your side of the bed in favour of ushering you up to him. “C’mere.”
You do, climbing up the bed so that Aaron can pull you into his arms and press a lingering kiss to your lips. Stealing two more quick ones before he allows you to pull your head back enough to look at him.
“Thank you, honey.” He said, trying to imbue as much gratitude and love into his words as physically possible. “You’re too good to me.”
You flustered a touch, shoving your face into his chest as you muttered “M’not too good.”
“You are too.” He argued, smiling like a schoolboy teasing his crush.
“No,” you insisted as you raised your head to level him with a ‘glare’ that was simply too endearing to be intimidating, “you’re just good and I respond accordingly.”
Aaron hummed in agreement. “Oh, so you’ve just got it all figured out then, huh? It’s that simple?”
“It’s that simple.”
He spent a few moments just smiling at you, tracing every point of your face with his eyes like it was the very first time he could; like he might never get the chance again.
“What time is Jack getting dropped off?” He asked softly, not wanting to disturb the serenity of the morning.
“Tyler’s mom is dropping him off later this afternoon.” You replied just as softly.
“So we have time to laze around for a bit?”
Your smile grew exponentially at that, and Aaron was already planning on when he might get the chance to laze around with you again.
“Have you eaten yet?” He asked as he pulled the tray back over his lap.
You nodded in an affirmative, though your eyes darted to his plate. “Though I wouldn’t object to a slice of your toast.”
“That’s my girl.” He smiled as he rearranged your pillows against the headboard, patting your side of the bed in invitation. “Come, share whatever you’d like.”
WIBTAH for setting boundaries with my abusive ex boyfriend
⚠️TW: Abuse⚠️
WIBTAH for setting boundaries with my abusive ex boyfriend
I (24 F) have a abusive boyfriend we will call him toad. Toad was a loving, caring, and so sweet but after a few months he became controlling and cruel. He would follow me around like a puppy dog and check my phone every hour to make sure I was never cheating. After that happened I broke up with him on thanksgiving in front of my family (who supports my decision) and that’s when poop hit the fan. He wouldn’t stop messaging me calling me master and sending unwanted photos. I kept telling him to stop and that it was creepy and he wouldn’t stop. I blocked him on instagram but he kept finding ways to contact me through different accounts. Two years and eleven months later I started dating my current boyfriend and long and behold he added me Snapchat and started again. I set boundaries like before and even saying nvm don’t talk to me your abusive and toxic. WIBTAH?
very important words from louis for those who need to remember his public image is not a reflection on who he is in his private life. he basically talks about how shit gets jarring for him when he leaves his bubble and has to do what is expected of him vs who he actually is
