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[rainyram]

THINGS ARE PROGRESSING! CHAT IS SILLY! YAYYYYYYYYY :3 !!!!!

[writinghotchner]

Twas The Night Before Christmas...

fandom: criminal minds pairing: emily prentiss/aaron hotchner rating: E words: 2,106 tags/warnings: no warnings, mentions of christmas and baking, dad girl!aaron, cute family fluff, slightly distressed emily

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for Aaron and Emily's 1 year old daughter who was wrecking havoc with the kitchen cabinets. Her new favorite thing was to stand in the kitchen and slam the cabinets repeatedly squealing the loudest, happiest squeal imaginable.

As soon as Charlotte was able to stand on her own, all she wanted to do was slam anything that had doors. The cabinets in the kitchen once had baby-proof locks on them all but Charlotte quickly let her parents know just how much she hated those dang contraptions, so Aaron removed one from them just so she could slam it closed in happy bliss. They'd easily admit to enjoying hearing her laughing screams over her angry ones any day.

Emily stood in the kitchen trying her hardest not to have a complete mental breakdown as she desperately tried to finish baking cookies for Dave's big Christmas party. Dave took on cooking the actual food and Emily had volunteered to bake some goodies since baking was more her forte than actual cooking.

Between the loud commotion of her daughter's gleeful screams, the very loud repeated slamming of her kitchen cabinets and forgetting where she put her grandmother's famous cookie recipe and having to do it completely by memory, she was on the tail end of an overstimulated meltdown.

Just as she was about to grab her phone and call Aaron to see what was taking so long at the store she had sent him to (she already knew- it was Christmas Eve, the stores were probably packed with last minute shoppers), he came barreling into the house covered in snow and quickly throwing out an apology.

Charlotte only stopped slamming the cabinet doors once she heard her father's voice and quickly pushed herself back onto her butt so she could crawl over to her mother. Emily was rounding the kitchen island to get to the oven when her daughter latched on to her leg and helped herself up by bunching Emily's pajama pants into her little fists and babbling 'ma ma ma ma' over and over again until she was picked up.

"Hang on, baby, I need to check the cookies real quick," Emily told her as she shuffled her feet slowly across the floor as to not knock Charlotte down. Aaron nearly sprinted into the kitchen, setting the brown paper bag full of Emily's requested items onto the counter.

"Sorry it took so long," he apologized again. "There were surprisingly a lot of people at the store fighting for what small amount of things were left on the shelves."

Emily hummed a response, letting her husband know she heard him but didn't say anything further. Charlotte still clung to her pants leg still yelling for Emily to pick her up. Emily closed the oven door after quickly checking the cookies and then picked up her daughter who then immediately almost launched herself out of her mother's arms to get to Aaron. Emily quickly tightened her grip on her before she could fly out of her arms which only caused Charlotte to yell. Aaron stepped up to them both opening his hands up for his daughter who squeaked as she clambered out of Emily's arms to get to his.

He watched his wife sigh and close her eyes. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to quickly wet her lips. Aaron reached over to grab her wrist, running a soothing thumb over it. "Go sit down and take a break. I've got her and I'll keep an eye on things in here."

She quickly leaned over to kiss him on the lips and then eagerly left the kitchen. She all but ragdolled onto the couch throwing her head back against it and closing her eyes. The kitchen wasn't too far away from where she was, but far enough away that everything was quieter. She sucked in a deep breath to collect herself and relax. She loved her daughter, but this stage of banging on everything and constantly screaming for one of her parent's to pay attention to her was driving her mad, especially since she'd been home all day with her and didn't have a lick of time to herself- minus the whole thirty minute nap that Charlotte had earlier in the day. It was nearly 9 pm and Emily wasn't sure how their daughter was managing to stay awake with so much energy after only having such a short nap.

She was quickly knocked out of her thoughts when she heard the cabinets slamming again. She sighed with a chuckle when she could hear her yelling 'da da da da' over and over again and Aaron playfully yelling over the slamming doors.

She was about to abandon her semi-quiet alone time when she saw Aaron out of the corner of her eye. He stepped into the living room with Charlotte under his left arm like he was holding a football.

"The timer for this batch went off, do you want me to put them in the containers and put in the next batch?" He dramatically bounced their daughter which caused her to full on belly laugh, he legs flailing wilding behind him.

"Yeah, go ahead, I'm right behind you."

"I got it, you can stay there."

She stood up anyway, playfully rolling her eyes at him. "I still have to make the brownies." To which he easily responded, "I can do that, too."

"I know you can, but it's hard to do all of that when you have a one year old glued to you, trust me." She reached her arms out for her daughter and Charlotte giggled loudly as Aaron pretended to drop her. "Mama!" Charlotte yelled reaching out for her, her whole body shaking in a giggle fit.

"Oh, mama can't save you!" Aaron cackled. Keeping her side-ways under his arm, he bounced off to the kitchen, the small amount of hair on her head bouncing with her father's exaggerated stomps.

Emily followed laughing at their silly antics. Aaron maneuvered Charlotte right side up so that she had her legs around his back and chest, and his arm underneath her butt. He pulled the cookies out of the oven and began putting them in the containers on the counter. Emily joined him, helping him with the lids since he was one-handed. As soon as Charlotte saw her, she started crying for her and kicking herself out of Aaron's arms.

"Whoa, Char. You're gunna fall if you keep doing that," he told her as he quickly used both hands to grab her. Of course that didn't stop her, she kept kicking her feet and yelling for Emily until she finally stepped back and let Charlotte practically fall into her arms.

"I got this," Aaron told her again, nodding to the cookies on the counter. She stood back, not really having a choice as her daughter clung to her chest. She pressed her face into Emily's neck, wriggling her nose as if trying to burrow into her mother's skin- a tell tale sign that she was getting tired.

Emily held her close, resting her cheek on the top of her head. "Are you ready for bed, sweet girl? It's been such a long day, hm?"

Of course, Charlotte protested. "Okay, okay." Emily chuckled. "Do you want down?" She tried to lean down to set her feet on the floor but Charlotte clung tighter to her and whined.

At that, Aaron turned around opening his hands back up to his daughter. "Wanna help daddy put the cookies on the baking sheet?" She grunted a mean noise, adjusting herself in Emily's arms, hiding her face even more in her neck.

"You've had mommy all day. Can I have Charlotte time?" Charlotte pulled back slightly from her mother to look at Aaron and whined another angry noise, this time with a playful, albeit, mischievous smile on her face.

"Okay, fine. Can I have mommy time? I haven't seen her allllll daaay." He stepped up to his wife and quickly pecked her on the lips, leaning over their daughter to do it which caused Charlotte to take her foot, plant it directly on his chest and shove him away.

Emily snorted a laugh. "That's not very nice, Char." Charlotte only giggled.

Aaron tried again, this time purposely smooshing Charlotte between them, his arms circling around Emily and slightly squeezing. "Mommy and Char time it is, then." He kissed Emily again and then kissed the top of their daughter's head. She didn't protest this time.

"Want me to put her down?" Aaron asked, his arms still around them. They began to slightly sway. Charlotte let out a small yawn, rubbing her face into Emily's chest again, her eyes drifting shut.

"If she'll let you."

Aaron pulled back and took her out of Emily's arms easily, the toddler quickly giving up the fight to stay awake. Aaron hugged her to his chest, kissing the top of her head again before kissing Emily again.

"Be back in a few," he told her and then disappeared out of the kitchen.

Emily busied herself with placing the cookie dough on the baking sheet and putting them in the oven and then starting the brownie batter. She was putting the last of the cookies into the containers and shoving the brownies in the oven when she heard her husband walk back into the kitchen.

"She go down without a fight?" She asked closing the oven door and turning to face him. She leaned her back against the counter while she used a towel to wipe her hands.

Aaron chuckled. "She kept asking for you, but we managed."

She smiled at him and he was quick to step up to her, kissing her once again and pulling her into a proper hug. "You okay?" he asked.

Emily hummed thoughtfully. "Yeah, it's just been a day. She only went down for a thirty minute nap around noon and she's been an energizer bunny ever since."

"I'm sorry I couldn't come home sooner," he tells her almost sadly. She huffs a laugh. "It's not a problem, honey."

"I know, but I know what it's like to be alone with her when she's in her full on energizer bunny mode. Remember when you went out with JJ and Penelope a few weeks ago and I was only here with her for three hours? I almost called you crying."

She full on laughs at that which causes him to smile. "Are you tired?" She asks him suddenly. He cocks an eyebrow at her. "Why?"

She lets her arms that are around his neck fall to his chest. "We can finish this up and...go to bed." She licks her lips, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"This your way of asking for baby number 3?" Aaron wiggles his eyebrows at her. She slaps his chest. "If you knock me up with baby number 3 any time soon, I'm kicking your ass."

"Promises, promises," Aaron says, stamping his lips to hers again.

" Oh, Jack called earlier, wanted me to tell you Merry Christmas."

"Ah yes, baby number 1. He having fun with Jess?" She leans her head down on his shoulder.

"From what I can tell. She got him a new bike and gave it to him early so he's been outside most of the day."

She hums. "That explains why he didn't answer his phone when I called him this morning."

"Boys and their toys." He says, pulling her even closer to him, giving her a small squeeze.

They stood like that for a while before Aaron pulled away. "We have a few minutes on these brownies, why don't you go get ready for bed. I can finish up in here."

She tried to protest but he untangled her from himself and nudged her towards their bedroom. "You've been on your feet all day, go get in bed." He nudged her towards their bedroom, swatting her butt playfully as she sauntered away.

"I can't promise I'll still be awake when you get done." She says over her shoulder.

"That's okay," He tells her. "I can have fun without you."

She turns at that, bursting into a loud laugh.

"That's not how baby number 3 gets made, honey." She throws a quick wink and smile at him before she dips inside their bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Aaron stood in the kitchen dumbfounded and desperately trying to speed up time so he could get these brownies put up and make his way to his wife.

[renewingfire]

Pace is Fire

Fire is always seen as just a destructive force (like in all those quizzes and shit [poor Jay]), but it does more than just destroy. Prometheus stole and brought fire to the mortals because they were suffering without it (and he really likes his humans). Fire is life, too. Fire is used to cook and keep people warm. Its also a light source. People gather around bonfires for a good time. Fire can also start new growth, too (controlled forest fires are good).

Just don't strike a match and hold the hot end of the stick and you're good.

[dragynkeep]

It's okay Ais, I'll take the bullet in this war against food as solidarity. I eat steak with spicy mayonnaise.

no wait that sounds really nice —

[cactusimblr]

[gay-otlc]

being transhet is wild bc its like. oh yeah i love boobs. just not my own.

FJDSKFJ YEAH

[kathrynmhahn]

does tumblr keep turning anonymous asks on for anyone else? ive noticed the last like 2 months or so itll just randomly be on and its starting to stress me out bc i hate anon messages 🫠i mean im thankful anyone wants to say anything to me at all, but it stresses me out fjdskfjs

[welcome-to-gaytown]

You're such a virginia. you're a vegan

adam parrish but post-harvard

[skelesharky]

bitches will look at characters who use they/them pronouns or are referred to with they/them pronouns and go "hm. i will refer to this character with binary pronouns because *insert innocuous feature of their design that's 'gendered'*"

[anna-scribbles]

was listening to this song and just kept thinking abt marichat...

[cupcraft]

"only unchill dsmp on the way"

Careful now Wilbur, i'm fragile.

[koreandragon]

why does saebom keep referring to yi hyun as ahjussi to seo yoon lmao he’s younger than you??

[just-absolutely-super]

MEGAMAN ACTIVATED SAVAGE PROGRAM

[hidekomoon]

lockscreens requested by @s-eppuku (I hope you like them! <3)

[buckleys-diaz]

who are some of your favourite content creators? 💕

hi!! oh my goodness, there’s SO MANY that i love wow okay

@eddiediazs @judsonryder @lafdbuckley @asgardiun @barncsbucky @evanbuckleyz @oliversstark  @oliverstarked @terryjeffordss @bisexualbuck @pan-buck @rafasilvas @calumhwod @edmundo-diaz @aziraphalescrowley @corcordiums @evaneddie 

are all incredibly talented and i love seeing them around!!!

(also: I just know i’m probably forgetting people i’m so sorry in advance sfdjklsf)

[fadedancer]

@fractalmind​

It was only another journey. Another place that was not the Estate, amongst strangers whose eyes lingered on him, curious and questioning, always questioning.

Following his Master as was expected, he was a silent shadow, padding exactly three paces behind and to the right, when space allowed. Near enough that he had a clear sight of all exits and windows, where he might intercept any weapons that sought the mage’s life.

Near enough that he was available for whatsoever was needed.

He was not needed now, however... his Master had waved him back so that he might converse with several other magisters. They stood in a tight circle a few feet away, whispering, whispering. Occasionally laughing, which caused the elf to tense each time a voice was raised, in pleasure or otherwise, his muscles rippling subtly beneath his armor. Laughter did not always mean safety.

Taking up a stance exactly as far away as he had been told to retreat, Fenris put his back to a wall, his eyes making the circuit of the room that his feet did not. He counted all the other guests he could see as his gaze tracked between his Master and back, again and again, taking in what details he could commit to memory, as on some occasions, his master did ask such things of him. And was displeased if he could not answer. 

So many strangers, and all of them strange to him. It was not safe.