#c tag

hi c!!!! i want to motorboat hudson's tummy

Anything with my darling (Haley) or my darlings (the twins. BONUS if it’s baby twins)!

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some haley for you!!!

working title: hard stop timeline: march 2008

“Well, hello, you. Let me guess—Aaron can’t see Jack tonight?” 

“Hey, Haley,” you say brightly, and step a little to the side. “I promise I’m not calling to tell you we have a case. We’re just—well, uh, your almost-ex-husband and I are trapped in an elevator.”

There’s a pause on the other end, then a laugh. “That’s the worst excuse you two have come up with so far.”

You grin and glance at Hotch. He raises a brow, arms crossed. “No really,” you say. “We’re literally stuck. Mid-floor. Somewhere between civilization and the seocnd-floor coffee machine.”

There’s another chuckle, then, “Uh huh. Send proof.”

You aim your phone at Hotch—who does not look thrilled—and snap a photo. It’s grainy, dimly lit, and extremely unfortunate, which makes it perfect. 

“I’ll send it when we hang up.” 

“Alright,” she says lightly, “If you’re rescued before seven, he’ll make it before Jack goes down.” 

“You got it.” 

“Mhm.” You can hear her smile. “Good luck. Try not to eat each other. He doesn’t taste very good.” 

thought of u

hi kissing u on the mouth

13. “i say this with all the love in my heart, but you look like shit.” + Q. love + 𓃟. the lush, indulgent foyer of a member’s only club

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The FIA gala is boring. It always is. And it's always fucking cold in there, and his stylist saw fit to put him in something gauzy and chiffon-y and fucking thin. So he did the only thing that made sense; he slipped out, and is now loitering outside the hall, trying to warm himself up.

"Oh, you're here too."

He looks up to find Valtteri walking towards him, grinning. "Hi," he says, arms crossed across his chest to keep himself warm.

"Hello, Lewis." He gives him a long, leisurely look. "Saw you leaving, so I thought I would too. And — I say this with all the love in my heart, but you look like shit."

Lewis laughs at that. "I know," he says. "One of the pins in the outfit came loose, I tried to fix it in the bathroom, but I think I made it worse, man. And I'm cold."

"Well, I can help with one of those things," Valtteri says, and before Lewis can process it, he's taking off his suit jacket and draping it over Lewis's shoulders. "There. Better?"

"Oh." It's warm. It also smells really nice. "Yeah," he says, unfolding one arm so he can wrap the jacket closed. "Thanks."

"No problem, Lewis." Valtteri smiles, and then gives him another long look, his eyes stopping at the collar of Lewis's shirt where the material is gathered untidily near his chest, pinned badly by Lewis in an attempt to fix it. "That, I cannot help with though," he adds, and the darkness in his eyes makes Lewis shiver a little.

"No?" he says, almost without thinking. "You sure?"

Valtteri looks up at him, surprised.

"I mean, it's a very loose pin," Lewis says, and now his heart is beating loudly, blood rushing in his ears. "Could come off easily."

Valtteri's eyes slip down to it, and then back up to Lewis. "It could," he agrees. "Maybe we should... take a closer look. See if anything can be done."

"We should," Lewis says, and now his body is so hot he cannot imagine he had been freezing a minute ago. "Bathroom's over there."