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derekmorganscrocs · 2 years
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Dean Winchester: Let it Snow
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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Winter Special
Word Count: 1,389
Summary: Reader has the Christmas blues, but Dean and Sam bring the snow to Reader and the holiday spirit returns.
Quick Note: EARLY SEASONS DEAN! Sorry that’s important because his character changes so much. This takes place in season 1 or 2. The amount of supernatural stuff sitting in my drafts is unreal, I’ve just been nervous to post it. This has been essentially finished since last Christmas though, so it deserves to see the light of day. I’d like to think you can tell this is older than my other stuff because my writing skills have improved but I’m not sure. this one is more winter-y than Christmas but it’s still festive. Anyway, merry Christmas, happy holidays, let it snow! Enjoy!
As the season changed from fall to winter, you’d been smiling less, reminiscing more. You didn’t think it was obvious, but Dean picked up on it. Sam had too, but he tried to stay out of it, whereas Dean wanted to know why you were so quiet. The man hates change and this was a major change from your usual jokes and one-liners.
As much as they tried, the couldn’t figure out why. Until one night, the three of you were in a diner in some small town that’s basically never seen snow before. You were investigating some disappearances, and finally had a break for dinner. At midnight. So maybe it was breakfast? Whatever. You were basically delirious, and looked up at the decorations in the diner.
“How can people stomach a palm tree at Christmas?”
The two of them looked at each other, suddenly realizing that you were upset about Christmas. You know they don’t celebrate Christmas, you don’t really celebrate it either. But now that you’ve found each other, maybe things could change.
Winter on the other hand? The snow, and the lights, and the stars. Seeing little kids all bundled up with eight jackets on and they can barely move because of the puffy snow gear, skating and hockey, sledding, the way the snow sits on trees. All of it is just perfect. Winter is your favourite time of year.
“We’re in a tropical spot, these people have basically never seen snow,” Sam explained softly, putting his hand over yours. “And snow makes hunting more difficult.”
“I know,” you sighed. “Just, I haven’t had a real winter in six years. I miss the snow.” You looked over at the tacky neon palm tree again. “I know it’s stupid-“
“It’s not,” Dean blurted out. “Really, it isn’t.”
“You sure?” You looked over at him, and when he nodded, a small smile broke onto your lips.
Truth be told, Sam isn’t really one for snow. Dean isn’t either. But they’d both give up the world to see you happy.
Dinner was quick and simple, just how you guys like it. Not much flare, but good food. When you leave the diner to weather you barely need a jacket for, your frown returns. The group of you pile into the impala, and before long you’re asleep in the front seat.
You wake up in a bed, arms latched around Dean, who’s sleeping soundly. He’s so cute when he’s sleeping, his hair is messy and the usual stress on his features isn’t nearly as obvious. His arm is around you as well, keeping your body pressed up against his.
You slip quietly out of bed so he won’t notice, making him stir slightly. You slip into the bathroom to shower, and you take your time getting ready because Dean is still sleeping and Sam is off doing god knows what.
When you come out of the bathroom, Dean is sitting on the bed looking intently at the car catalogue in his hands. You walk over to the small kitchen area of the motel room, pouring yourself a glass of water. When he notices you, he makes his way over.
“Hey, Y/n?” Dean puts a hand on your back and you turn to face him. “You were asleep when we got here last night. Look outside,” he tells you, turning you to the door.
You step outside, and small snowflakes cover your hair and eyelashes in seconds. The ground is white, but tiny bits of grass still manage to peak through the light blanket of snow. Your eyes light up as you look at the scene outside.
“Dean! It’s snowing!” You look over your shoulder, a bright smile on your face, and see Dean standing there, watching you. His eyes settle on your smile, and he breaks into a grin. “Come on!” You rush over, pulling him into the snow.
“This really isn’t my thing...”
“Please? For me,” you beg, still holding his hand with both of yours. He smiles down at you.
“Fine,” he sighs.
He doesn’t get into it right away. At first he just watches you dancing and jumping around as the snow falls, but soon enough he holds out his hand and lets some snowflakes hit his palm. He sticks out his tongue and catches a few snowflakes like that, too.
You watch as the snow catches in his hair and eyelashes. It’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. He notices the same thing. He thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen as well.
At this point, Dean is surveying the area. He’s never really appreciated the snow before now. It’s different, but he’d do anything for you. He’s distracted. And you see the opportunity. You take it.
Smushing the snow together and packing it into what could be called a ball, you grin. Then, you launch the snowball. It hits Dean right in the back, exploding into powder behind him. You laugh gleefully, and Dean yelps.
“Hey!” He pretends to be mad, but as soon as he looks at you he’s smiling. Not very convincing. “Oh, you’re so dead.” He jogs toward you, and you run off the other way, laughing. He chases you around for a little, both of you laughing like kids.
You hear Dean curse, and when you look behind you, he’s on the ground.
“Ouch,” he groans. You laugh, going over. Offering a hand to help him up, you keep giggling. He takes your hand, and pulls you down.
“Dean!” You hit the ground softly beside him, your squeak making him grin again. Both of you laugh, purely enjoying a day off. His eyes survey your face, smile still prominent. When your eyes meet, sparks fly, and your heart soars. You break the trance. “Hey, you ever made a snow angel before?”
“Snow angels? What are we, twelve?”
“For today.” You roll onto your back, looking at the cloudy sky as the soft snowflakes fall toward you.
Popping to your feet, you offer Dean a hand, which he takes for real this time. He gets up, looking at you the same way he did when you were both on the ground.
“Check it.” You nod at the sloppily made snow angels, patches of pavement peaking through the thin patches of fluffy snow. “We’re definitely no artists,” you laugh. Dean chuckles with you, and you look up at him.
“Y/n,” he whispers.
“Yeah?”
“I can’t pretend I don’t feel it anymore. When I look at you, all I can think about how beautiful you are. You appreciate all the little things in life, and you just have this… this thing about you that I need in my life.”
“Are you saying,” you trail off, glancing up at him again.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
“I think I’m in love with you too,” you whisper.
His hands cup your jawline as his thumbs trace your cheekbones. Then he kisses you. One of his hands moves to your back, your hands resting against his chest as you kiss him.
As your balance shifts, the two of you topple to the ground again, bursting out laughing. Your faces hover millimetres apart, your lock pendant necklace swaying at his chin. He hooks a finger through the chain and pulls you down to his face, kissing you again.
Before long, the cold has seeped through your jackets, and you have to retreat inside. But the day doesn’t end there. The TV in the motel room has Christmas specials on all day, and you and Dean watch several, curled up together on the couch, a blanket draped over your bodies.
By the time Sam gets back, you and Dean have fallen asleep together on the couch, snuggled up together. You both look happier than ever, and Sam knows you two have finally figured out how the other felt. He smiles knowing you guys will be happy and drapes an extra blanket over the two of you.
He can’t help but think that if he doesn’t have to witness you and Dean’s boggled up tension anymore, maybe winter isn’t so bad after all.
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derekmorganscrocs · 2 years
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Cap: Merry Christmas, Captain.
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 1,537
Summary: Steve and Bucky return to an old spot they used to hang out at, and Steve reminisces over a beautiful singer he saw many Christmases ago.
Quick Note: I’ve never written Steve before so I just tried my hand at a cute little oneshot here. Don’t go too hard on me as I didn’t have much time to edit and re-read this. I also played around with point of view, so this is actually written from Steve’s point of view. It’s an interesting take and I had fun writing it. Hope you enjoy!
A few days before Christmas every year, Bucky and I hit up one of our favourite bars. We sit, we talk, we pray no one recognizes us. It’s a tradition we’ve had since… forever, really. We’ve done it every year since we were twenty one.
And every year, my mind makes its way back to this singer. She sang at this one bar every year, her Christmas songs always encapsulated the holiday perfectly. The year before I got iced, I finally managed to introduce myself. She was amazing.
She sang so beautifully. It’s been so long and I still remember exactly what she sounded like. It’s strange. They say that the first thing you forget about a person is their voice. It’s been years and I remember every inch, every habit, every demeanour about her. I remember exactly how she sang. How her voice would switch to this sort of whisper when the song would slow, enough to reel you in so far you’d never escape.
I remember everything about the night I really met her because she was just so different. She was once in a lifetime. Now every time I hear Christmas music, it just sounds boring. No emotion compares to hers, and no live singer is as beautiful as she. I wish I could see the way the warm lighting made her glow, and how her eyes sparkled. I wish I could see her again.
“You’re thinking about her again,” Bucky grumbles. His voice brings me back to the bar. It’s not particularly busy, but it’s pretty cozy. It’s the first time we’ve been here since 1945.
“Yeah, Buck, I am. I’m sorry.” I let out a sigh. “She was just one in a million. Like nothing you’ve ever seen before.”
“I know,” Bucky chuckles, sipping his drink. “Not only do you tell me every Christmas, no one else has ever had Captain America this caught up.” He’s making fun of me. Of course he’s making fun of me. I still think about a girl I knew for a little less than a year, ages ago.
I barely even spoke to her. Just watched her sing. But every time she opened her mouth, it was like sparks all through your body. She was perfection. And when I really started to know her, she was more than perfect.
A screeching sound fills the bar and I glance to the stage briefly. Looks like they’re setting up another open mic night. I turn back to Bucky, trying to relax.
“Sorry, Buck. I know I do this every year. I’ll try and ease up so we can enjoy the night.” I take a sip of my drink, glancing at Bucky. I watch his expression change slightly as he watches the stage. I dont bother to look, he’s probably just set his sights on something (or someone) more interesting than me.
“No shit,” he whispers, face dropping. Okay, that’s weird. He’s staring like he’s seen a ghost.
As the first few notes of a song play from a piano, I freeze. I’ve suddenly heard a ghost. And as soon as the first words come out of the singer’s mouth I fly to my feet, whirling around to stare at the stage. There she is.
She looks no different than she did all those years ago. Not that it would matter, I’d recognize her anywhere. She’s changed her makeup a little, and her hair is done differently. And her dress. It’s a deep red, and the fabric clings to her body. The dress touches the floor, yet it’s so simplistic that you’d never guess where she could be heading. She hasn’t aged more than a year maybe? And my god, she’s gorgeous.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
I’m frozen in place as I stare, slack jawed. She’s alive. She’s here. I cant move, I can barely think. My heart is racing almost as fast as my mind. What can I say to her? I won’t let her slip through my fingers this time.
When her eyes lock on me she smiles. She’s not surprised, which surprises me. I mean, I suppose I’m all over the place these days. She probably knew I was still around. But still. Of all the bars I could’ve gone to, I end up here? Where she’s singing? No way.
I’m so in awe that I must look like a fool. My jaw is practically on the ground and I watch her sway slightly to the music as she starts to sing. Bucky has to reach over push my chin with his hand to close my mouth.
“You’ll catch flies, pal,” he teases. I take his comment to heart and shut my mouth.
I watch her sing again and I’m awestruck. She sings just as well as she used to, if not better. She sways slightly to the music and I’m so entranced that I must look like a fool, staring her down so intensely.
I try to make my stare seem like I’m just observing like everyone else, but I’m not. She sings five songs and Bucky spends all of the second and third songs ordering me to talk to her. When she slips off the stage for a break, I stand.
“Buck, I don’t know-“
“Go.” He pushes me toward her, turning back to the girl behind the bar. I turn back toward my girl, and make my way toward her. I pause for a second, and when our eyes meet all the anxiety leaves my body.
She approaches me, extending a hand. Obviously I take it, gently pulling her toward me. She smiles, moving the strap of her dress with her free hand.
“Care to dance, Mr. Rogers?”
“I- You- yes,” I say, trying my best not to make a fool of myself. She lets out a little laugh as she moves in closer, and I can feel my heart start to race again.
Her arms rest gently against my shoulders as we dance, my hands at her waist. She’s as beautiful as ever, and I don’t think I’ll ever get over that. The music over the radio is soft and smooth, perfect for dancing.
“I was wondering when you’d make your way back here, you know,” she tells me.
“Were you now?” I smirk, teasing her. She scoffs slightly, rolling her eyes with a grin.
“Yes. I sing here every year. I know I only met you a year before… before you disappeared, but I thought you’d have come by sooner.”
“If I’d known you were here, I’d have shown up ages ago.”
“That’s good to know,” she murmurs, stepping back as she twirls. When she returns to my arms, before we break into the next part of the dance, she smirks. “You look good, Captain. Not so clean-shaven suits you.”
“Thank you.”
We dance for a while, but it doesn’t feel like long. The time flies by every time I see her. I know she needs to get back onstage, but I don’t want to let her go.
“I should really get back to singing,” she mumbles, glancing up at me with those beautiful eyes.
“One more song?”
“One more song,” she agrees. She pauses for a second, as if she’s thinking. “You know, if you happened to stick around until ten-thirty, I’d love to join you for a drink.”
“I’d like that,” I say with a smile. The song changes and we keep dancing. It’s strange, I never really was the type to dance for so long, but it feels as if we’ve only had one song.
As we move, i take her hand and twirl her, before pulling her back in. She’s caught slightly off guard, and her hands fall lightly against my chest as she steps slightly to close and bumps right into me. We’re so close. I can feel her breath on my lips. She’s so enticing.
“Can I kiss you?” I watch as her eyes widen a little at my question, but she smiles a second after.
“Please.”
I kiss her gently and my hand falls to the small of her back, pulling her closer. My other hand holds her face and I feel her hands fall against my chest, just resting there gently. It’s so perfect that I nearly forget where we are.
We’re both breathless when we separate, and she sends me a brilliant smile. I chuckle, spinning her gently and bringing her back to our dancing position. Bucky applauds dramatically, and I roll my eyes at him.
“Sorry about him,” I laugh. She giggles, glancing over at Bucky, who gives the worst-timed over-enthusiastic thumbs up your ever seen.
“Hey, we all have a best friend. You can never take them anywhere.”
“You should get back up there. I’ll be here when you’re done,” I say, stepping back toward my seat. I sit, and she makes her way back to the stage.
She returns to her place, playing with a couple settings on a speaker and talking quickly to some of the instrumentalists. She taps the mic once, very gently, and her finger makes a small tapping sound. Leaning toward the microphone, she smiles slyly.
“Merry Christmas, Captain,” she says softly. Then the music starts playing again.
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derekmorganscrocs · 2 years
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Is Michael Bublé an everywhere thing or is that like just Canadian Christmas things?
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derekmorganscrocs · 2 years
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Ravi (9-1-1): Holiday Cheer
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Word Count: 2,398
Pairing: Ravi Panikkar x Buckley!Reader
Summary: Reader’s enthusiasm about the holidays is contagious when Ravi can’t seem to find his holiday spirit.
Minor spoilers for season 5 of 9-1-1!!
Quick Note: I know Ravi is new but I love him so so so much. He’s so sweet and I really hope we get to know more about him. I jumped off of his conversation with Hen from 5.10 “Past is Prologue” where he mentions spending time in hospitals as a kid, so if you haven’t seen that, I mean I just kind of explained it but like, that’s where that comes from. Merry Christmas and enjoy!
You come barrelling into the 118 with armfuls of Christmas decorations, a smile on your face and a Santa hat on your head, your big brother trailing behind you with a stack of boxes. They’re full of more Christmas decorations, of course. You’re a flurry of giggles and energy, Michael Bublé playing from your back pocket as you walk.
Buck never understood your fascination with Christmas, even though it’s his doing. Not that he knows that. Every year, he’d send you super elaborate gifts from his adventures, complete with a crazy story about what he had to do to get it for you. Some of the stories are outlandish and clearly exaggerated, but they’re your favourite thing.
“Hey, Mini Buckley, you’re in good spirits today,” Hen laughs, surveying the Christmas stuff in your arms. When she lays eyes on your brother, she laughs again. “You alright there, Buck?”
“No,” he groans, clearly carrying one too many boxes. Hen grabs two of the five boxes, and Buck lets out a small breath, as if he’s just remembered to breathe. “Thanks.”
The three of you make your way upstairs, meeting an exasperated looking Bobby, as well as a very focused Eddie, and an even more focused Chimney. Eddie and Chimney are engrossed in a Christmas edition of monopoly, which Bobby seems to be refereeing.
“Check it,” you say, dropping the decorations beside the game board. “Merry Christmas, you filthy animals.”
Eddie and Chimney forget the game right away, picking through the decorations like little kids. Bobby sighs in relief, slipping away from the table and into the kitchen. Buck and Hen put the boxes down beside you and Buck joins Eddie and Chimney. Hen rolls her eyes playfully, turning to you.
“You think you got enough?”
“No. First of all, Christmas is my favourite. Second, the toy drive has to be perfect! I have this list somewhere…” you trail off, looking for your list. “There it is!” You pick it up, checking off ‘decor unload’.
“Oh no,” Hen sighs.
“What?” Chimney looks up, laying eyes on the clipboard in your hands. “Why does the Buckley have the clipboard?” His eyes widen slightly as he stares.
“…I’m in charge of the toy drive?”
“Standard rule, Buckleys should not have clipboards at any time,” Chimney states as if reading from a rule book.
“Ha-ha,” your brother says snarkily.
You scoff and look back at your clipboard. There’s enough to keep everyone busy between calls, but not so much as making the day overwhelming. You quickly check off the decorations you have, making sure nothing is missing.
“Oh my god,” you gasp. “I forgot the star for the tree.”
Everyone tries to reassure you that it’s fine, but you’re not so sure. That was the one thing that was super important to you as a kid. The tree had to have the perfect star. Fuck. You haven’t even started the toy drive and there’s already things going wrong.
“Hey guys, what’s going on?” The new voice grabs your attention, and you glance over. Ravi. How long has he been there? He definitely heard you sulking about forgetting the star. Damn. The one person you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of.
“Hi Ravi,” you say softly. “We just unpacked the decorations for the toy drive. I, uh, you think you could help? Set up, I mean.”
“I guess.” He half-smiles, but his eyes look sad.
“Thank you!” Your smile seems to be contagious. He looks happier, but you don’t have time to analyze when Bobby asks about timeframe.
Soon enough, you’re ordering everyone around to decorate and set up the tree. Buck and Eddie are dragging around massive boxes for donations, and Chimney and Bobby are setting out some baked goods. Hen is on a ladder, hanging garlands.
“Alright everyone, we’re looking good so far. Remember, we are red, gold, and white. Green is only for trees and garland, there is a no silver policy. And only warm white! If I see bright white, you’ll be seeing stars because I’ll be kicking your ass.”
Eddie and Buck pause as they finish setting up the last donation box. They look at each other, and Buck points at you.
“Is this what I was like with the clipboard?”
“Yes.”
Twenty minutes of decorating goes by uninterrupted, and you’re currently trying to reach a branch that’s about three inches away from your fingertips. Someone slips behind you, taking the ornament and hanging it on the branch. You turn around, coming face to face… well, face to chest, with Ravi. You glance up, only to find the lights of the tree sparkling in his dark eyes.
“It looks really good,” he says softly. You notice how glassy his eyes are, and you can hear the strain in his voice. His throat is tight and he swallows nervously.
“Thank you.” You put a hand on his chest, making him look down at you. “Ravi…” you pause, not sure if you should ask. “Are you okay?”
“I-“
He’s cut off by the alarm. You take his hand and pull him toward the truck.
The call is in and out. A man who cut a Christmas tree and accidentally dropped it on himself instead of away. Just some bruises and a few scratches, nothing too serious.
After sending the man in the ambulance, and reminding all the nearby tree-shoppers to push the tree away while sawing and to ask for a hand if they need, your team is free to pack up. Nothing too serious happened, no damage, no tragedy, thankfully. A Christmas miracle if you’ve ever seen one. You start to get lost in thought, and make your way over to a familiar face.
You sit on the back of the ladder truck, beside Eddie. He’s taken on this strange mentor role for you, he doesn’t have the same brotherly role as Buck, but he also doesn’t father you the way Bobby does. Yet he always sees through your facade of pretending nothing is troubling you.
“What is it?”
“What? I didn’t even do anything,” you respond.
“You look like a lost puppy,” Eddie teases.
“Every time,” you sigh. “Ravi seems sad. I don’t think he’s having the best Christmas.” You frown, looking over at him. Ravi is putting backs back in the truck, a frown on his face.
“Go talk to him. It’s the start to getting closer with him.”
“How did you-“
“It’s so obvious. Go!” He practically pushes you toward Ravi. You stand, glancing back at Eddie. He raises an eyebrow.
“Okay, okay.”
You approach Ravi, picking up some gear and helping him put it away. He gives you a thankful smile, and the task is finished quickly. You watch as his eyes settle on something behind you, and when you turn you see a family holding hands with matching Christmas hats. He’s sad about Christmas.
“Ravi, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he whispers, shaking his head slightly as if he’s clearing away the fog. “I’m fine.” He leans against the truck, hand on the latch of the compartment you just closed.
“You’re not.” You put your hand over his, looking into his eyes. “I know you well enough to know that something is bothering you.”
He pauses, as if trying to decide what to do. It seems like he’s debating whether or not to open up, and you interlock your fingers with his, trying to let him know you’re there.
“I don’t know,” he sighs, standing up straight. “Christmas has always been hard for me, my family never had much money with all my medical bills, and my dad was always working overtime to make more money. Don’t get me wrong, we tried, and I mean the nurses and doctors did their best to make sure i had a Christmas. I just… never really associated Christmas with joy.”
“I’m so sorry, Ravi.” You wrap your arms around his torso, hugging him tightly. He returns the hug and you sigh gently. How can you turn around his perspective on Christmas? “You know, Christmas was never great for me either. The only thing that made it worth it was the epic story and cool gift that Buck sent me.”
“Really?”
“Really. I create the magic that I never got to experience, so that kids like me can have a merry Christmas.”
“I never thought about it like that,” Ravi says, watching your face as your eyes follow a couple of birds in the sky. “That’s why you need this toy drive to be perfect?”
“Yeah.” You nod, smiling slightly. “Seeing other kids enjoy Christmas kind of makes me forget how much I hated it when I was younger.”
“I guess I could always make new traditions, couldn’t I?”
“Now you’re thinking,” you laugh, knocking his shoulder gently.
“Everything packed?” Bobby walks up to you and Ravi, and the two of you give him a nod. “Alright everyone, back to the station. We’re going to have to really crunch that decorating, we’re running short on time.”
Everyone piles into the engine, talking and planning their Christmas decorating or shopping. You watch Ravi, who still seems to feel out of place.
“Hey, Ravi! How do you feel about Michael Bublé?” You hold up your phone and hit play on the Christmas album. Buck, Hen, and Chimney sigh, while you, Eddie, and Bobby start singing along to the music that fills the inside of the fire truck. Ravi joins in, and you bump his shoulder with yours as you sing goofily. He smiles.
Before long, you’re back at the station, and everyone has settled back into their decorating groove. Except for someone, who seems to be missing.
“Has anyone seen Ravi? I need his help with this.” You look around, but Ravi is nowhere to be seen. “His coffee run time doesn’t check out with his absence,” you pout.
“He went out a while ago,” Eddie tells you. “Said he needed to pick up a thing or something. Probably not coffee, considering he’s been gone a while.”
“Thanks,” you say, turning away.
Where did he go? The toy drive starts in less than ten minutes and he’s not here. You know he got his donations already, he was so excited to give back to the community. That’s one of the things you like so much about him, he’s so sweet and caring.
You lean against a table, crossing your arms as you survey the station. It looks really good. The whole building radiates Christmas, and the posters that are plastered to the firetrucks even match the colour scheme you chose for the rest of the decorations. When your eyes drift to the tree again, you sigh. Damn star. You always forget something.
“Alright guys, doors are opening in five,” Bobby calls out from upstairs. Everyone rushes back to work, wanting to put last minute touches on their stations. You just frown. The star thing is really bugging you. And one of the reasons you put so much into this isn’t even here.
The back door swings open, drawing your attention, and in rushes Ravi. A smile breaks onto your face. He practically runs over to where you’re leaning and puts a box on the table.
“I hope I’m not too late,” he pants, reaching for the box. He opens it and pulls out an antique gold star to put on top of the tree. You gawk at it and him for a minute before breaking into a smile and flinging your arms around him.
“Ravi, I could kiss you right now!” You freeze, stepping back and glancing at him. “I mean- I, I could. I would! I- not like that, well yes like that, but uh, I shouldn’t, you- I,” you stutter.
He takes your face in his hands and silences you with a kiss. It’s soft and sweet, but filled with desire. And when he pulls away, he presses his forehead to yours for a second. Your hands rest on his chest, his hands still on your face. And you both laugh.
“Took long enough,” Chimney teases with a chuckle, patting your back as he walks by. You and Ravi pull apart, but you take his hand, not wanting to lose the contact.
“Hey, we better get this thing on the tree!” You look over your shoulder, searching for your brother. “Evan,” you shout. He looks up with a scowl, probably because you called him Evan. Whatever. “Put this on the tree!” You whip out your clipboard and check it off, finishing your list once and for all.
“Wow,” Ravi laughs. “This looks… amazing.” He glances at you, watching your face as you supervise your brother putting the star on the tree. He notices you don’t have a hat on and plucks a Santa Claus hat from the box of them for your colleagues to wear when you open the doors. He puts it on your head. “And now you look even more amazing.”
“Thanks,” you say with a smile, feeling your face heat up slightly. “Ravi that star is perfect. Thank you.”
“I know how much this means to you, I couldn’t not get one.”
You pop onto your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. And right as you whisper another thank you, Bobby opens the doors and the toy drive starts. As families flood in with donations and Christmas spirit fills the air, Ravi keeps smiling. The two of you stand behind a table, accepting donations and wishing people happy holidays.
It’s safe to say you’ve spread the cheer to Ravi, who looks truly happy for the second time today. As the rush of the toy drive slows down, he puts an arm around you and pulls you to his side.
“How would you feel about being my date to the Christmas party next week?” Ravi smirks down at you and you glance up with a smile.
“That would be amazing.”
“Perfect,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You know, it’s nice to feel festive for a change.”
You nod, wrapping your arms around his torso. Resting your head on his chest for a second, you let out a content sigh. You’ve wanted to be able to do this for a long time. Ravi embraces you and you look up, arms still around your boy.
“Merry Christmas?”
“Merry Christmas,” he murmurs with a grin, kissing you once more.
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derekmorganscrocs · 2 years
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Merry Christmas Eve from Crocs!
I say that as it’s literally 11:09… 51 minutes until Christmas! I have been majorly MIA and I’m so sorry about that. First semester of college done though, so I’m feeling good. I’ve been working away on some things and I have some Christmas special fics 👀. At least one of those will be finished and posted tonight, a couple tomorrow for sure, and chances are between the 26th and New Year’s, there’ll be more Christmas fics.
I am perpetually late at everything I do. A disorganized mess, if you will.
Anyways! Just wanted to wish all the croc friends a very Merry Christmas (and happy holidays to those who celebrate different holidays!).
Much love, Crocs <3
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derekmorganscrocs · 2 years
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I love this omg
I'm going to pretend for a moment that this doesn't come from a concerning place and propose a Thought. You know that season 6 ep when Hotch asks Emily to tell him when she's having a bad day? Well, I think the reason he said that is because, historically, the whole team tends to be pretty closed-off when it comes to not doing okay and that has led to Problems in the past. And he just wants to know when that happens so he can help or at least be there for them, even if they don't want to share what's going on.
So it becomes normal for someone to say, when their life isn't going great, "I'm having a bad day". And if they want to talk it out, they're encouraged to. But if they don't, the rest of the team will know to distract them or just be extra compassionate and understanding. Then they'll keep on checking in with that person until they have a good day again, and if they don't, they'll bring it up gently and ask if they need to step in and help. The only rule is that you're not allowed to lie about it.
For Reid, "I'm having a bad day" usually means he doesn't want to be alone, or is afraid of what he'll do if he is. The team will invite him over to one of their houses, take him out to eat, or go to his apartment and keep him distracted with board games or sci-fi movie marathons. Usually, he'll fall asleep on the sofa and wake up feeling a lot better thanks to his friends' company.
For Garcia, "I'm having a bad day" means she has a ton of horrible images stuck in her head and she can't seem to cheer herself up, even though she's tried everything. The team will bring her gifts and/or snacks to remind her how much they love her, and JJ and Emily will take her out for a girls' night, either shopping or a night in with a chick flick and face masks (no phones or technology allowed).
For Emily, "I'm having a bad day" means she's feeling insecure and needs to be reminded of how much the team loves her and wants her around. Usually they'll have a night on the town, whether it's dinner at her favorite restaurant, dancing, or a movie she's been dying to see. Garcia will do her hair and makeup and help pick out her outfit for these occasions, helping her feel extra pretty.
For Hotch, "I'm having a bad day" means he's feeling overwhelmed and needs someone to help shoulder some of his responsibilities. Morgan will finish his paperwork for him, and JJ will call Will to pick up Jack. They'll drag him to dinner (usually accompanied by a cooking lesson) at Rossi's, then sit around the fire on his back porch and drink wine or hot cocoa or iced tea depending on the weather.
For Morgan, "I'm having a bad day" means he's feeling inadequate and is questioning his ability to make a difference. This is tricky, because trying to distract him usually won't help, so instead they let him throw himself into work. Hotch will make it a point to come to him with questions or ask for his opinion on things, and the team will bring him coffee as he's working to show him they care.
For JJ, "I'm having a bad day" means she's blaming herself for a lot of heavy stuff and obsessing over things she can't control. Sometimes she just needs to spend some much-needed time for her family, in which case Hotch will send her home early and the team will run any errands she needs. Or if she needs to get away, Garcia and Emily will take her out for a spa day.
For Rossi, "I'm having a bad day" means bad memories are catching up to him and he feels like he's stuck in the same routine. This calls for some creativity, and the team always tries to surprise him with something they know he'd never expect. Karaoke, bowling, one of those group art classes, sometimes the theater or opera. He always ends up enjoying it more than he thought he would.
Everyone has bad days. What matters is that, by being there for each other, they can make those bad days just a little bit better.
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derekmorganscrocs · 2 years
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I was walking through the toy aisle at Target when I found this thing and had a VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE FLASHBACK to when JP first came out and they had a bunch of REALLY COOL T Rex toys that I would have sold one of my scrawny small-child limbs for but my mother wouldn’t get me one because they were “too violent and also ate people” :(
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derekmorganscrocs · 2 years
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STRESSING TF OUT RN
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THIS IS GIVING ME WAR FLASHBACKS AND I’M WORRIED
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derekmorganscrocs · 2 years
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literally omg I’m stressing rn because Gwen DESTROYED me and I don’t know if I can go through that again
What we are not gonna do is Gwen Stacey our MJ. Fuck. No.
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derekmorganscrocs · 2 years
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This makes me so unbelievably happy every time I see it
So there’s this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And I’m sitting there sweating because like… I’m wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and he’s the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say ‘I can and will kill you’. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes, “So. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?”
To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, “You get it.”
I said, “Yep.” He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.
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derekmorganscrocs · 2 years
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I love getting notifications when people use my gifs it makes me so happy <3
Anyway, here’s a couple of my faves:
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Feeling sad after this episode? Feel free to reblog with your favorite Ace looks. I’ll go first:
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derekmorganscrocs · 2 years
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“The bagel doesn’t fall far from the tree!”
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derekmorganscrocs · 2 years
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It's simply a fact that Nick has some of the best lines in the show:
- "I love you. You take care of everything and everyone, and I know... you don't need anyone to take care of you. But you need to know you're loved."
- "If the world is gonna end, I want to end it next to you."
- "Then who will watch you sleep?"
- "No matter what tries to get in our way, I am never saying good bye to you. In this life or the next."
- "But I'm still here. And we are going to make the most of the years we have. And if you need a reminder, just look at me."
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derekmorganscrocs · 2 years
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I Just read her lipstick and my heart is😍😍😍😍😍
literally I love you omg thank you so much 😭
I finally got around to watching the first ep of season 3 and I’m so excited for this season omg
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derekmorganscrocs · 3 years
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I LOVE THIS
Anyway it’s canon that Nick is a literature nerd (Hi Mister recognises the portrait of famous authors that I did not recognise at all) and George pays attention in English class (the Dante circle of hell thing when they did the ritual to get Ace’s spirit back until his body) so headcanon that Fanson freak out about books together like the nerds they are
Masterlist
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derekmorganscrocs · 3 years
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STOP I LOVE
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9-1-1 + Criminal Minds Intro (insp.)
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derekmorganscrocs · 3 years
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I’ve now finished all of both series and I love them! Please feel free to send me asks/messages because I would love to chat about them!
I finished them a while ago but forgot to say anything lol
all I’m saying is I watched 3 seasons of 911 in 3 days and I get it now. I LOVE IT
also if anyone knows where I can find season 4 in Canada that would be great, Disney plus only has the first three. (and season 2 of 911 lone star please <3)
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