Montclairgirl2016

You walked in through the doors of your work, the BAU, and were met with many faces turned in your direction. You had recently lost a cousin to cancer, and were a bit sensitive about it. Everybody in the BAU seemed to know about it, and it slightly bothered you. You appreciated the comfort, but it had been going on for a while now. You weren't even particularly close with this relative, but they had two young children and their husband had left them a while back. You had met the kids a few times and you didn't want them to go into foster care. So you stepped up and took them, as none of your other family members were able to. Which is why no

Put the gun down, Adams!" Morgan orders, aiming his weapon at the suspect. The young man holds it steady, never taking his eyes off of Derek. This makes you tense up. "Please, John. We aren't here to hurt you," you try to talk some sense into him. The redhead laughs mockingly, arching a brow and smiling. "Heh, wow. Didn't think a woman could be any more convincing, Derek." You swallow hard. His lips are taut, unnerved by the comment he's heard. "Morgan, don't you do it, " you warn, slowly getting closer to him. He remains still. You make it to his side, armed and uncaring towards what's occuring. "Stay out of this, (l/n). There's n

2p!America x Reader-We can make it work (2) “Tomorrow at 3:00.”Al winked at you. “See ya there.”You kissed him on the cheek and closed the door on his way out. You sighed. This must be a dream come true! First day of college and your already dating someone. Even though Al is a bad boy you have a feeling he followed you home for a reason. No matter HOW creepy that sounds! Then Natan’s door opened. “Your boyfriend left.”He walked over to the couch. “We’re just dating.”You sat next to him and turned on the T.V. “What happened to friends?”Natan said. You glanced over

2p!America x Reader-We can make it work This was the start of it all. College. You were barely starting it and right now you were confused if your class room was here or at the end of the hall. Asking direction wasn’t really your thing. It’s not that you don’t like help or if your shy, you just don’t like talking to strangers. And it’s not like your friends could help. Nathaniel and Natan were your roommates. You don’t live on the campus though. Just close apartments that you guys could all afford together. Natan had the most money though, but it’s not like he’ll pay for all of you guys. Natha

  Sitting on the couch, I watch two idiots argue back and forth. This is just another day at my boyfriend's, Luciano's, house when his two friends, Lutz and Kuro, come over. Luciano throws a knife at Kuro, who in turn blocks it with his katana.         Sighing I look over towards Lutz, who had fallen asleep. How the hell can he fall asleep in this noise! The things I deal with for love, at least Flavio, Luciano's brother, isn't here.         "Oh Luci!" I hear called from the front door. Great I had to jinx myself, now Flavio is here. Though the fighting did stop, with Luciano looking annoyed toward

Husband! Hetalia x Wife! Reader: Trying Just another day at home. Ha, yeah right. You sighed as you listened to your husband talk to you over the phone, complaining about work. He was clearly tired and agitated with his boss, doing his best just to get through yet another stressful day of papers and listening to other people complain about them. He never had time to himself anymore, and it seemed like his boss didn't want to give him any either. So you sighed once more, telling your husband you loved him before ending the call. But just as you were returning the receiver to it's place, a thought hit you, causing a smile to come to your fac

Cheater!Levi x Cheater!Reader (e/c) orbs suited the smile she offered to her husband upon his waving hand and radiant expression from the other side of the train station as the vehicle started moving. (y/n) watched him at the distance as his figure grew smaller and smaller until disappearing from sight, and her mind started wandering through until she reached destination. She couldn't say she didn't love him. He filled her days with comfortable moments and sweet chatting. He worked hard to give her all she wanted withouth her having to move a finger. They lived in a fancy house with a back yard and they had a nice car to go on small relaxin

Three years. That's how long it's been since you've seen your husband. Three long years you have been in the war in Iraq, fighting for your country and the people beside you. You had made a couple of friends serving your term. None of them survived. They had all died in front of you, you helpless to do anything to save them. That haunted your dreams and will continue to do so until you have passed. Now you are on your way home. You had just gotten off the plane and were going to get your luggage. As you descended the escalator, you saw a very familiar mop of unruly blond hair. “Arthur?!” you cried, stopping dead in your tracks.

It was a normal day for you and your two kids. You were at the mall and your kids were playing in the play-place. Since it was close to Christmas and your kids were little, they both had a bow on their head. They were the bows you put on presents and they looked adorable. Maria, a carbon copy of you, had a blue bow. Luis, a carbon copy of your husband, donned a red bow. You smiled as you watched your kids play and interact with the other kids. That smile soon faded when you saw an elderly woman approach your son. She ripped the bow off of his head, threw it on the ground and started yelling at him in Spanish. "Usted no puede usar un arco so