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slutforsilverfoxes · 8 months

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Two Dirty Martinis and One Olive(r)

[A continuation of Oliver with a Twist 🖤]

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“I just miss him so much,” you sniffle, scrolling through an album simply yet effectively titled with the olive emoji and a green heart. “Do you think he knows that I’m coming home? Or do you think that he thinks he’s getting abandoned over and over again? Oh my gosh, that’s so sad,” you lament aloud, bottom lip trembling while you stare into your cat’s soulful eyes on the dim screen.

“How much has she had to drink?” Aaron murmurs to JJ as you continue pining for your fur baby and talking Emily’s ear off across the table.

“Well, none of us really ate today, and she’s had one green tea shot and one-” The blonde grimaces as you down the rest of your glass and amends, “Make that two dirty martinis.”

You pop the singular olive swimming in the last dregs of the alcohol into your mouth before your eyes grow comically wide. “I just ate my son,” you declare, your statement accompanied by a gasp.

Aaron smooths a hand over his face to resist laughing at your antics and excuses himself to get you a glass of water. Leaning against the bar while waiting for a bartender to become available, he studies the way you talk so animatedly, emphasizing your thoughts with your hands, and the way everyone around the table has an easy smile on their faces while they listen to you. This team has always felt like family, but your presence has made them complete.

He can’t help but think of his own little family of two, and he wonders how Jack would feel about a new special friend in his dad’s life. Aaron’s seen the way you interact with children on cases, and he has no doubt that you and Jack would get along exceptionally well. Plus you have a pet? His son would be elated to have a cat to-

“What can I get for you, sir?”

He’s abruptly pulled from his daydream of the two of you coming home from a case to your two-legged and four-legged sons, the back of his neck heating up as he turns to face the bartender. Clearing his throat, he requests, “Just an ice water, please. Thank you.”

Beverage in hand, Hotch overhears the last of your statement to your best friend on his return to the table, “…would be nice to come home to a man.” Emily raises an eyebrow at him over your head sleepily nestled in the crook of her neck, and he fixes her with a look that clearly reads Don’t you dare.

She dares.

“Any man?” the brunette smugly prompts.

“There is this one guy,” you confess in what you believe to be a whisper but in reality is heard clear as day by the whole table. You let out a hum and a dreamy smile spreads across your face. “He’s perfect. At least, I think so.”

Aaron focuses intently on a bead of condensation running down the glass holding your ice water, fighting the urge to confess his love for you right here and right now in front of the team. His other option, which isn’t looking entirely unfavorable, is to place the drink on the table and flee the scene.

“But he’s so dumb,” you announce with a huff of frustration, and Hotch swears the world around him comes to a dead halt with a record scratch.

Stifling a laugh at the way the man in question’s sheepish smile has immediately melted into a frown, JJ inquires, “How so, hon?”

“I mean, what’s taking him so long?” you demand. “I’m pretty cute, I think. I’m clearly single thanks to this fuckin’ job. And I’m-” You wave your hands around in front of you before clarifying your meaning, “-putting out all the signals, y’know?”

“Well, why don’t you just ask him out, mamas?” Derek offers. Your girlfriends’ heads swivel in his direction with narrowed eyes, and he shows his palms in mock deference, mumbling a placating, “Damn, okay,” around the lip of his beer bottle.

A sigh rattles out of you as if Morgan has grievously inconvenienced you before you explain, “I can’t, dummy.”

“Why not?”

Aaron can’t wait to hear this.

Your best friend rushes to cover your mouth before you say something you’ll regret when sober while Penelope and JJ jump in to change the subject, but your muffled voice escapes through Emily’s fingers anyway. “HR says fraternization between a unit chief and their agent is a big no-no,” you elaborate, stretching out the word for emphasis. Aaron’s palm is damn near frozen now from stupidly standing there holding the glass, but his feet simply won’t move. “And trust me,” you carry on, bowling over Emily’s desperate attempts to shush you, “I wanna fraternize with that man,” you declare giddily.

Aaron clears his throat to announce his presence, hoping that the dim lighting in the bar will mask his pink-tinged cheeks. You turn to see him standing there and your face splits into a wide grin, your alcohol-addled brain seemingly not connecting that he bore witness to the entirety of your confession. “Hotch!” you cry happily. “You’re back! And you brought me a water,” you sigh, reaching for the glass.

“Figured you could use it,” he mumbles quietly, pulse racing when your fingers brush as the glass exchanges hands.

You assert, “You’re the sweetest ever,” and he’d be lying if he said his heart didn’t skip a beat at that.

The girls are studiously avoiding eye contact with him while Derek is staring at him, dumbstruck, and Spencer is quietly calculating the odds of you two confessing your feelings to each other before the night is over with a small smile on his face.

Hotch finds himself really wishing Dave hadn’t turned in early tonight. Or that he, too, had embraced being a senior member of the team and gone to bed instead of celebrating closing this case over drinks.

“Y’gonna just stand there all night?” you ask sweetly before patting the spot in the booth beside you. Aaron looks to his original seat to find that JJ and Penelope, still averting their eyes, have somehow shifted to the edge of the booth, leaving virtually no room for him to squeeze back in on their side.

Equal parts hesitant and hopeful, he slides into the space next to you feeling like a schoolboy with a raging crush when his leg tingles at the spot where the warmth of your thigh seeps through his slacks.

Oblivious to his racing pulse and thoughts, you lean your elbow against the tabletop and your cheek against your palm, looking up at him with a soft smile and a simple, “Hi there.”

“Hi, Y/N,” he murmurs back, and you gasp, “You said my name!”

“I say your name all the time,” he argues.

“Nu uh,” you protest, “it’s always Y/L/N or Agent or Agent Y/L/N.”

He hums in response, unwilling to admit that your name on his lips makes his brain a little fuzzy and his hands a little shaky.

“I like when you say my name,” you confess in a whisper, and Aaron can actually feel his heart swelling when you look at him like that, like he hung all the stars in the sky just for you.

In all honesty, if that’s what you wanted, he would defy gravity to make it happen.

“How’s Ollie doing?” he asks to change the subject, needing you to talk about something that makes you happy so he can keep seeing that beautiful smile on your face.

“Oh my gosh, so good!” you squeal excitedly. “He’s so, so smart. I taught him to sit and shake before meal time. Wanna see?”

“Of course,” Aaron smiles.

With a sly grin, you negotiate, “I’ll show you my kid if you show me yours,” and Aaron’s heart is now trying to actually escape out of his chest. “You…want to see pictures of Jack?”

“Of course,” you echo back. “How could anybody not love that little cutie? He’s got your dimples, y’know.” Your concentration shifts to your phone then, looking for the video of Oliver offering you his paw while Aaron sits there with a goofy smile on his face that has those very dimples making a rare appearance.

The next morning, armed with the logic that you’ll surely need to stave off a hangover, Aaron knocks on your hotel room door and asks you out to breakfast before your flight back home.

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Find the third & final part of Aaron, reader, & Oliver's story here!

AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner

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sugar-omi · 9 months

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If you are interested, can you plz share how you see the Our Life (1+2) characters as DnD classes and races included? 😆⚔️🍃🏹

Im craving Our Life with some medieval whimsical vibes, Baxter dancing with swords, Derek singing with bar goers while MC goes pickpocketing the villains, Cove as a MERMAN living his life like Ariel. So many wonderful thoughts wanted to share ✨️✨️✨️

okay this took so long bc i know nothing abt DnD so i did a bit of research!!! my friends have talked abt DnD and i never understood but knew it was smth cool n involved alot of creativity, but now i just think this is sm cooler <33 anyway im not creative at all rn so im referencing everything from this website im using👍

tags : Fluff, 'Dungeon and Dragons' headcanons + drabbles, cove is the only one w hc's for if you're dating (+ qiu kinda?) i couldn't think of dating hc's for everyone else in this world as well but you could imagine some of the hc's that way

synopsis : DnD races and classes of ol:nf & ol:ba characters.

qiu:

okay I couldn't decide but qiu is half-elven.

(his dad is so whipped for his elf wife<3<3<3)

i can't really think about what class he'd be in, but i think i could see him as a bard

he's the laziest bard though 💀 and thus is mostly a wanderer.

qiu will wait until they're on their last coin and then will go perform

would perform a very good show while MC pickpockets the assholes that were disturbing the bar just a moment ago

otherwise, he just performs for you and his friends.

they'll have/be at a party with all their friends, and will perform some type of magic trick to entertain everyone

qiu will sing you little songs, read you poetry he wrote while watching you sleep that morning<3

for any important dates like birthdays, or anniversary (if you're dating), etc., they'll do a cool magic trick and perform a elven dance that he learned from his mom

tama:

human! BUT. she's a druid

she loves the forest, the forest loves her

maybe a bit of sorcery as well? idk how this works lol

she has a little house in the woods omg

goes foraging and learns lots of sorcery stuff from ren

will show you how to cast cool spells

also you're the first person she comes to show you any new spells she learns!!

you two beat up any bandits/criminals you come across

renee (/darren):

human and like i mentioned in tama's, is a sorcerer

!!! wants to be like her mom in canon right?

i think she's a teacher n teaches young sorcerers/wizards

baxter:

isnt baxter special. just crossovering worlds 💀💀

anyway.. he's an elf! is also rogue...

bringing baxter's issues/trauma into this DnD au as well <3

you find it very weird that a elf is on his own, but ignore it ofc and befriend baxter anyway

after much warming of baxter's cold heart, i imagine he settles in some civilian town or nearby and opens a bar!!

and every night its full with laughter and good music, and occasionally he'll come out from behind the bar

(honestly, he's mostly just cleaning the glasses and looking pretty <3)

and he'll pull you or one of your friends into a dance

omg imagine its not just a bar, its also a bed & breakfast

of course he's decent enough at cooking, so every morning he lays out a nice breakfast for his customers

derek:

knew this was derek insantly!!! he's half-orc

orcs dont have horns, do they.... well they do now

(realizing he's more Oni than anything in my head...)

anyway i need you to imagine arataki itto and if u don't know who that is Please find the beefiest fanart of him n thats derek LOL

derek grinning with his fangs and he's like 7 feet tall and buff, covered in scars.... yessir <33

i imagine he's a wanderer, but before that he was a cleric.

derek always helps people, he's very reliable but i imagine he's tired and somehow ends up working for baxter!

he's chef during the day and security at night!!!

no fighting in baxter's bar/diner unless you want a ass-ful of derek's boot <3

i also imagine when he's not running the place with baxter, he's helping the towns folk

the kids love him

they make flower crowns and run to the bar/diner to give them to derek <3333

ofc there's that one shy kid who offers one to baxter! bc they think he's really cool!!!

cove:

like you said he's a merman!!!

mmm, but i also imagine he can shapeshift into a "human"

(this is some ariel shit isnt it LMAO)

(also im imagining mer!cliff x human!kyra. mmm, i wonder if she'd be a bard? or maybe a healer, cleric maybe? why do i wanna write a whole fic on this now....)

although i imagine he needs to stay hydrated to stay on land like that. so please remind him to drink water when you're out n about otherwise he'll turn back into a fish in the middle of the market LOL

(you've learned this the hard way

!!! imagine if there's some way for you to come into the sea as well, be it a air bubble or potion of some sort and you have lil underwater adventures/dates n cove shows you all kinds of cool things <3333

he brings you lots of pretty things

if you like jewelry, he has his dad help him string up some pearls into a necklace or bracelet. or even better an anklet

+ if you're dating/crushing on each other

he'll do his little mermaid mating and courting rituals

like bringing you food

(will show up on your doorstep in the middle of the night w a big fish he caught or some breakfast derek smuggled him (cove doesn't keep many coins since mer-currency is more like sand-dollars or smth like coins made out of ore only found in the sea. the ore is good for nothing else than to be coins LOL))

OH MY GOD HE CAN CHIRP N SHIT

will chirp n shrill and do other cute mer sounds that you don't really know what they mean sometimes

COVE: *watching you dreamily* MC: *flustered from the staring* what?... COVE: *flirtatious chirp*

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reidsbookclub · 2 years

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Nicknames, Cake, and Kisses

AN: this was written for @ofwilliamandwalter 's birthday celebration. Happy birthday Emmy!!

Category: FLUFF Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!fem!reader

Summary: She finds a card each year on her birthday, he needs to know why everyone has a nickname but him. (sorry this summary is so bad)

Her birthday used to be a constant reminder of friendless birthday parties, divorced parents always fighting, and music she didn’t even like so loud that her head would always hurt. That was until she joined the BAU, where she finally understood what the meaning of spending your birthday with family meant. Every year someone would take turns bringing a cake, Penelope would make sure she felt like a queen but what would intrigue her the most is the anonymous card that would be left on her desk every morning before she walked in. This year’s card was accompanied by a vintage William Wordsworth book and a notebook referencing her favorite song “The Lakes” with the lyrics “auroras and sad prose” engraved on the cover, something that she had talked about wanting if only she could figure out who her secret admirer was but one this was for sure, this year, this year she was determined to find out who it was. What she failed to notice was Spencer’s evergrowing frown as she overhead every conversation she had with the team.

“Hey D, do you happen to know anything about this letter?” She asked Derek “no sorry y/l/n but happy birthday”

“Thanks, I need to ask the jefe (boss) now, I really need to know about this letter”

Somehow no one knew about wher this letter cam from, not JJ, D, Em or even Anderson.

She was on her way to ask Penelope about the mysterious card, surly her having access to all the security cameras must’ve seen something. But as she approached her office she overheard a talk between Spencer and Penelope, one that would have her thinking this was going to be the worst birthday ever.

“I don’t know Garcia, no one has ever called me a nickname” She overheard Spencer say

“What do you mean? Derek calls you Pretty Boy, JJ calls you Spence and-” “Yes but y/n she has special nicknames for all of you, all of you except me” He said in the most deflated tone he had ever heard him talk. “Don’t be silly Reid, she has a nickname for you, she calls you bean sprout and when shes really drunk she call you mei - whatever that means- whenever we talk about you during girl's night. Have you picked up her cake yet?”

Y/N was mortified, she knew that if there was one person who would be able to decipher her nickname towards Spencer, it would be Spencer himself.

Spencer POV

Mei, she calls me mei, the girl I’m in love with, the one I thought would never reciprocate my feelings calls me hers. I was so caught up with soriting out my feelings thanks to that new piece of information that I barely had time to register Penelope asking about the cake. Shit the cake, I still had to pick it up. But first I needed to find a way to let her know that I am hers, that my heart has belonged to her since the moment she said, “I heard you don’t shake hands so can we fist bump instead?”

I knew she had read the letter and that was when the idea began to form.

Heading to pick up the cake I asked for one more slight alteration. “ Hi, Im Spencer Reid here to pick up a cake for Agent Y/L/N” “Oh yes, let me get it for you” “Is there any way you could add “I just want to see the auroras and read sad prose with you” on the box?”

“Of course Agent Reid”

Shaking, i prepared myself to deliver the cake and subtly let her know I have been the oen behind all those letters. Would she think they were dumb? Would she laugh in my face? But why hasn’t she ever used those nicknames with me before?

Y/N POV

The minute the team gathered around my desk I knew that the long standing cake tradition was coming up. As soon as that whine box was placed on the table I could only gasp. There scribbled the phrase, “I just want to see the auroras and read sad prose with you” and I just knew that whoever brought this cake knew what was inside that letter and the gift that came along with it, but before I could even ask Spencer , mei bean sprout, asked “can-why-wha-why does everyone get a nickname but me?” He must of noticed confusion written across my face because he elaborated with, “you call Hotch, jefe, which I know is boss in Spanish, Derek is D, even Anderson has a nickname why why don’t I? And I know its a dumb thing to get upset about, especially on your birthday but Y/N I don’t know what else to do to make you notice me. I leave secret cards on your birthday, i leave a single rose during valentine’s day and I get those are not much but I thought you would realize, how else can I show you I love you?”

“Spencer, I never cared for my birthday until I met you. Now, each birthday reminds me of how grateful I am that we get to spend another year together. I do have a nickname for you- two actually- bean sprout because you quite literally tower over me, and mei which is–”

“mine, in Latin” he interrupts

“Yes, mine, because you my darling are the best thign thats ever been mine”

“Can I shut you up with a kiss now?”

“I’d be mad at you if you didnt, bean sprout”

“...sooo no cake?”

“Shut up Derek! Took the kid long enough, let them have this” Hotch mentioned.

“Hey, youre the best thing thats ever been mine too” Spencer whispered in my ear before pulling me into a kiss.

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fandom-imagines-stories · 9 months

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Walking Through Hell

Season Two Episode Ten (Season Finale)

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader (Aaron Hotchner’s Sister)

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Series Masterlist

Summary: Use the last two episodes of season four. Three inner conflicts come to a head in the season two finale.

Notes: Here is the season finale of season two! Thank you all for coming on this journey once again and I can’t wait to get the third season on the way! I’ve had so much fun with this series and it has such a special place in my heart. (Yes I wrote a crossover. It makes me happy.)

You expected to feel… well, something. Sad. Anxious. A sense of closure, maybe. But there was nothing. It was an unfamiliar numbness, unlike anything you’d felt before with the drinking or just the basic compartmentalizing you’d gotten so good at since the age of fifteen. At least now, you didn’t feel alone.

On either side of you stood a row of the best people you knew. They’d flown out to be with you.

All of them.

Aaron squeezed your hand to check if you were okay. He gave you a reassuring smile.

You nodded and took the photo out of your pocket. You didn’t know why you’d held onto it all these years, but this was the first time you found yourself able to give it up. It was from your thirteenth birthday when your mom had finally let you get your ears pierced. Her arms were locked around you while you gave the camera a toothy grin. You couldn't even remember who took the picture.

With everyone’s concerned eyes following you, you walked up to the gravestone and set the picture at the base.

The funeral happened while you were in rehab, not that you would have been strong enough to go anyway. You were surprised you’d made it off the plane now. Turning back to face the team of people behind you, you knew where your strength came from. All of them had helped you more than you would ever have the words to thank them.

Emily and JJ and Penelope were the best support you could as for. Dave treated you like the father you’d never had. Derek, who’d forced you back from the brink, gave you a small nod, reminding you of your own strength and how far you’d come. Aaron- your big brother- took you in all over again like he did before and like you knew he would do again if you asked. And Spencer… even though you’d broken his heart and moved out, he was there and you knew he always would be.

You walked back to join them. Derek put an arm around your shoulders and Spencer stayed by your side all the way back to the car. But as you got into the passenger side next to your brother, you looked back a final time at your mother’s headstone.

Lydia Y/L/N. May she find her way out of the darkness.

You weren’t sure why that was the memory in your mind, but it was all you could think about while you rambled on.

The water cooled your parched throat, dry from talking for the past hour. The one downside of learning how to share- sometimes you didn’t quite know when to stop.

“It sounds like things are going pretty well then?” Dr. Sweets asked, leaning forward in his chair with an encouraging smile. “You’re moving back in with your boyfriend, things at work have formed a steady rhythm to your schedule, and you’re continuing to go to AA meetings once a month.”

“I still have a few things left at Aaron’s, but yeah. Things are going pretty okay.” This time, you actually believed it.

Dr. Sweets sat back in his chair, giving you that look when he’s figured something out that you haven’t. You hated that look, but on the young shrink, it was somewhat bearable.

“Why do you think you’ve left things at Aaron’s apartment?”

You shrugged. “I just haven’t gotten around to it, I guess. It’s not a big deal. It’s just some of my things for work and some clothes.”

“Do you think you’re worried about having to move back in with your brother?”

“Aaron’s not a safety net.”

“Hey, you said it, not me,” he grinned. He’d played you into admitting your real feelings. Something he’d learned to do in the last few months of you seeing him.

You shook your head, smiling. “I hate it when you do that.”

“No, it’s why you like me.” He poured you another glass of water. “Why do you think that is?”

“Why do I like having you over the bored woman I saw before who probably thought I was crazy?”

“No,” he chuckled. “Why do you think you’re so nervous about moving back into your apartment with Spencer?”

“Oh look at that, we’re out of time,” you said.

“I know that trick.”

“I don’t know why I haven’t moved everything. I haven’t thought that much of it.”

He leaned forward again. “Y/N, we both know you have.”

“Dr. Sweets-”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Lance?” He smiled. “We’ve built pretty decent rapport in these sessions, hm? I don’t insist on calling everyone in your life agent, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, Lance. There, happy?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.” The teasing look on his face was quickly replaced by a more serious concern. “There’s one more thing I think we should talk about.”

You downed the rest of your water. You knew where this was going.

“It’s been a year since what happened.”

“Technically, my birthday isn’t for another-”

“Y/N…”

“I know, I know,” you sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “But with everything that’s been going on between Spencer almost dying and Aaron driving himself crazy over this case from Boston, I haven’t given myself a lot of time to process it, I guess.”

“Is that the Foyet case?” Lance wondered. You nodded and he blew out a long breath. “I read about that. Sounds like a scary guy.”

“Enough to scare one of the bravest people I know, that’s for sure.”

A knock at the door signaled it was time to go.

Lance sighed, wishing that you could stay and talk a little while longer. He knew that the next few days were not going to be easy. “Processing this is going to take some time, but you don’t have to be alone. Is the team going to be here next week?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “They’re on a case right now, but-”

“They can’t tell you. Right.”

Another knock, this one louder and more insistent. He ran a hand down his face.

“Well, if you need anything, you know you can always call.”

You stood up and nodded. “Thanks, Lance.”

“I’ll see you next week?”

“If I don’t get kidnapped again.”

“That’s not funny.”

You shrugged. “It’s kinda funny.”

When you opened the door you found a wall of a person blocking your exit. You would have collided if he hadn’t sidestepped out of your way just in time.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was with you,” the man said. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to signify his urgency. “We’ve got a new case I think you can help on.”

“I’m sorry, have we met before?” You asked, trying to place why the agent looked so familiar.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at you for a second, and then smiled. “Yeah, you’re Dr. Y/L/N, right? You’ve been an expert witness on a few of my cases. My partner wasn’t too thrilled about having a psych profile done on our killers, but you were great!” He held out his hand. “Seeley Booth.”

“Now I remember,” you beamed. “The Bianchi and the Schwartz cases, right? Do you work a lot with Caroline Julian?”

He nodded. “She’s the best of the best.”

The buzz of both of your phones ended your conversation. Agent Booth turned to Dr. Sweets.

“It’s Bones. We should go. It was nice to officially meet you,” he smiled. The two hurried off, Dr. Sweets giving you an apologetic look as he went.

“Small world,” you muttered to yourself before answering your call.

The case was turning out to be much more than they thought. Spencer couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. There were too many missing pieces. If Willaim Hightower wasn’t a killer, that meant there was still one out there, taking people from Detroit across the border and leaving the homeless community in fear of who’d be next to disappear.

What troubled him the most though, was that the unsub would be striking again soon. If not already.

“What’s on your mind, Reid?” Hotch asked.

They were driving back from the Canadian police station to Detroit to figure out who the unsub’s next target might be and how he was picking up people to begin with.

Reid exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair. “Honestly?” He looked out of the window and watched the Detroit skyline dissolve into trees once they crossed the border. “William Hightower’s sister. He’s been looking for her all this time. He got us to come here because of her. He risked being charged with murder and now he’s going to spend time in a Canadian prison…” He trailed off, but he didn’t need to continue for his superior to understand.

“But the odds of us finding her alive are slim, so what was the point of it all?” Hotch concluded.

Reid gave him a small nod.

“I don’t think it would make a difference to him, knowing the end or not.” Hotch stared at the road in front of them. “He’ll never stop looking for her.”

The two fell into a silence, both of their thoughts drifting away from Hightower. While Reid had no siblings of his own, he’d seen how much that bond can mean to a person. He imagined Hotch in that car instead of Hightower. Unbeknownst to him, the man beside him was imagining the same thing.

Hotch couldn’t help but remember the dark thoughts he’d had when they were hunting down the Cunninghams. He’d imagined what he’d do if they had killed you before he could get there. While he hadn’t shown it, there was a part of him ready to tear them apart.

Suffice it to say, he didn’t have to think too hard to understand William Hightower’s motivations, even if he didn’t agree with his methods.

“Reid,” Hotch started, changing the conversation to one that needed to be discussed while they still had the chance. “I think we should both take some time off next week.”

The younger agent grimaced. “She isn’t going to like being babysat.”

“We wouldn’t be babysitting. We would be supporting her on the anniversary of a traumatic event.”

“Technically two traumatic events.”

“Reid,” Hotch sighed.

“I was planning on it anyway,” Reid said. He fiddled uncomfortably with a paperclip from the file in his lap. “You don’t have to worry.”

“She was kidnapped and almost murdered last year, I have every reason to worry.”

Reid twisted the paper clip out of its shape. “I know.”

“And I know you’re worried too.”

“I am.”

Hotch looked over at the other man and saw a combination of worry, frustration, and confusion all present on his face. He parked the car and put a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ll talk about this more after the case is done, okay?” He said. “I just want to make sure that the two of you are going to be alright.”

Reid nodded, his expression remaining the same. He turned to Hotch and sighed.

“What about you?”

The car fell into silence again. In answer, Hotch merely gave him a small smile- barely perceptible- before getting out of the car and rushing into the station.

It was uncomfortable, being in a park after knowing what you knew about Annapolis. But you obviously didn’t tell Haley that.

“Be careful on the slide, sweetheart!” She called to her son.

Jack gave the two of you a toothy grin and a thumbs-up before barreling down the biggest slide at the playground. He almost tripped getting off but hurried back up to go again.

“Little shaky on the dismount,” you said. “But I give him an 8 out of 10.”

Haley laughed, shaking her head. “I just wish he wouldn’t run around like he’s trying to get hurt.”

“Gee,” you raised a brow, “I wonder where he gets that from.”

“Oh, like you’re any better than your brother,” she said. “Sometimes I think you’re worse.”

You held up your hands innocently. “I’m not out hunting murderers right now.”

“Don’t remind me.” Her expression saddened as she took a sip of her coffee. You leaned your head on her shoulder and she wrapped an arm around yours. Without saying anything for a while, you both watched Jack as he joyfully played tag with a couple of the other kids. He just looked so… happy. Kids make that seem so simple.

“Spencer called me earlier. He said they might be gone a little while. The case took a different direction,” you said.

Haley took a deep breath, swallowed her worry, and gave you a smile. “Speaking of Spencer,” she said, “how’s that going? Are you officially moved back in?”

“I’m not technically out of Aaron’s place, no.”

Again, she shook her head.

“What?” You asked.

“You,” she said. “That’s what.” You looked at her with a complex- and mildly offended- expression, so she continued. “Do you love Spencer?”

“What kind of a question-”

“Do you want to be with him? Despite his job, despite yours, despite all of those factors that get in the way of this incredible thing that you have together?”

You sighed. “Yes.”

“Then what are you so afraid of?” She asked.

You didn’t know what to say. Not because you were trying to hide something, but because you couldn’t pinpoint which of your worries was holding you back the most.

You thought about seeing Spencer in the hospital and writing the letter to tell him goodbye because you believed he deserved better than you could give him.

You thought about all of the fear you’d tried to drown because you were terrified of turning into someone else and hurting him.

You thought about how frightened you were going to that dinner at the apartment, but how right it felt when he finally held you again.

You thought about how you almost lost him.

While you sat in this silent battle in your mind, Haley spoke again.

“I think the only thing that scares you more than your past,” she said, gently taking your hand, “is your future.” Her voice caught in her throat, but she kept going. “And, sweetie, it could be beautiful. But you have to get out of your own way to let it.”

Jack bounded back to the two of you before you could respond, but, honestly, there was nothing you could say. As much as you didn’t want to admit it… she was right.

The only thing that kept you from Spencer these past few months was the idea that there wasn’t any point. That he could never really have a future with you. But maybe that was up to you. Maybe, you just had to stop being afraid of every possibility and start working toward the best outcome.

“Aunt Y/N can we get ice cream?”

You smiled at your nephew. “I think that’s a question for your mom, Jack.”

“But you always say yes to ice cream,” he giggled.

Haley looked at you, laughing, and you shrugged.

“I have no idea what he’s talking about,” you lied.

“Alright, you two,” she said, standing up and taking his hand. “Ice cream it is.”

You took Jack’s other hand and the three of you started back toward Haley’s car, her words still ringing through your mind. Her bluntness brought about a question you hadn’t allowed yourself to think about in a long time.

What did you want for your future?

And what did that mean for you and Spencer?

Spencer paced back and forth across the barn loft, examining the child-like drawings in his hand while his mind tried to piece them into the case. These weren’t the works of a methodical, driven sadist who tortured his victims for his own pleasure, but the drawings of a person who had a much different view of the world than they anticipated. Someone who most likely saw their surroundings more with the thoughts of a child rather than an adult, despite their physical body.

But that wasn’t where all of his focus allowed him to be.

All day, he’d been asking himself the same thing over and over again.

Was this what he wanted? Did he even know what he wanted?

He knew he wanted you. But what did that really mean anymore? After everything that had happened in the past year, how was he supposed to move forward when he still felt like he was walking on eggshells? No matter what he did, there was always a voice in his head telling him that it was wrong. That it would drive you away again. How was he supposed to prove to you that all he wanted, more than anything, was to be by your side, in good times and bad…

Spencer froze.

He put the idea aside and forced himself to continue with the case, though the spark in his chest wouldn't quite go away.

His question, however, lingered in his supervisor’s mind.

“Do you ever get the feeling that a case isn’t going to end well?”

As Hotchner walked back to the house, he couldn't help but feel Reid’s words sink into him. In truth, he had had that feeling since they saw the pigs. The image of people being ripped apart by their snorting snouts still sent a shiver up his spine, but he had to keep his hard exterior for the sake of everyone still looking for the missing girl.

He thought about the sickening amount of shoes they’d found and the people that the world deemed unworthy of searching for.

He thought about the Reaper and his fatal deal.

He thought about the Cunninghams trying to trade your life for the memory of their daughter’s.

He thought about his team.

How many more times would they be able to look into the abyss? How many more times before they wouldn't ever recover the pieces of themselves that this job took?

Would he ever be able to find those pieces of himself?

The two men, though no longer in the same part of the property, were still connected by the worries that plagued both of their minds and the questions about their job and their lives that nobody could answer for them.

You shouldn’t have still been awake, but you had a study you’d been working on for weeks to finish… plus you hadn’t heard from anybody on the team in days and you worried someone would call when you were asleep. Despite that, however, you struggled to keep your eyes open. Even the air mattress in the office was starting to seem enticing when your phone finally rang.

“Hey, I- wait, why are you still up?” Spencer started.

“Same as you,” you yawned. “Work.” You stood up from the couch and stretched your stiff limbs. “So are you guys back then?”

“I just got back to the apartment and,” he took a deep breath, “can you come over? I need to talk to you about something.”

You held the phone a little tighter, feeling your heart drop into your stomach. “S-sure. I’ll be right over.”

“Okay. I’ll see you soon.” His serious tone betrayed what you feared.

This was it.

Spencer had finally had enough.

When you went into the office to grab your jacket, you looked around mournfully. At least you still had some things you hadn’t moved yet. It would make moving back in a lot easier.

The whole drive over, you thought of everything you could have done wrong.

You’d been pretty focused on your study, but he never complained about your dedication to your job, especially with his line of work.

You’d been trying to be extra supportive of his work when he had to leave and you were grateful for every moment you got with him. Did he think you’d become clingy?

Maybe he’d just realized that, during those months of being apart, he was better off without you. What you thought was the two of you reconnecting was just him trying to figure out if he was right.

The elevator might as well have taken hours to reach the right floor and, by the time you reached the door, you wanted to throw up.

Just when you thought things were finally getting better…

You took a deep breath and opened the door.

You were greeted by clattering and a string of curses. Spencer stooped over to pick up the stack of books he’d knocked off his desk.

“I must have calculated the time wrong,” he laughed nervously. “You’re early.”

“I probably sped a little,” you said, looking at the various books placed on the coffee table. Dracula. The Time Machine. Anna Karenina. A Study In Scarlet. “What’s all of this?”

Spencer swallowed. “I need your help with something.” He held up a piece of paper, trying to keep his hand from shaking.

You looked at the scribbles and raised a brow. “A book cipher?”

He nodded.

“And you need my help?”

Again, he just nodded.

Despite your previous panic, you ran a hand through your hair and took a seat with a flustered sigh.

“Okay, the first word is…” You flipped through the pages of the first book and found the page, line, and word that the cipher instructed. “Will.”

“Perfect. Okay,” Spencer wrote it down on another sheet of paper. “What’s the next one?”

“Ummmm, let me see.” You thumbed through the next volume, still wondering how this all connected to him dumping you. “You. The next word is you.”

“Interesting,” he hummed, handing you the third book, glad you hadn’t figured it out and spoiled the surprise.

You held his copy of Anna Karenina and reached for the locket around your neck.

“Okay, the third word…” Your finger traced the line of text, stopping suddenly over a word you couldn’t have read right. You counted again. And again. And again. In a hoarse voice of shock, you repeated the cipher’s word. “Marry.”

Will you marry-

Spencer gulped. “You didn’t find the fourth word.”

Your laughter choked on the sobs threatening your voice. Spence smiled, his nerves even worse than before.

“I know I don’t have a ring or anything- I didn’t have time after the flight, otherwise I would have found a store that was open this late and-” He took a deep breath to stop his rambling. Spencer got down on his knee in front of you, taking your hands in his, both of you trembling. “We have both led lives that have just proven again and again just how fragile and precious and scary and wonderful life can be. We’ve seen the darkest this world can give, but in you, I’ve found the brightest light. You reminded me that life can be more than the horrors we’ve both faced.” He wiped away the tears falling on his cheeks, but more kept coming.

You didn’t know when you’d started crying, but the lamplight outside shone clearly on both of your faces, revealing the streams of tears adorning your cheeks.

Spencer kissed your hands as if to remind himself that this was really happening. He cleared his throat to keep his voice from cracking.

“Y/N, I realized tonight that I don’t want to spend another minute without you knowing that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He handed you the final book. “So, to finish the cipher… will you marry me?”

His perfect hazel eyes watched you with a mix of hope and fear that you felt burning in your chest since the day you’d met.

“Spencer, I…” You brushed the tears from his face, but any words you tried to say died on your lips. So, you did the first thing you thought of- you grabbed a book. With Spencer looking on in confusion, you frantically searched the pages of A Study in Scarlet until you found something that worked and handed him the book, pointing at a specific passage.

“You wish me to come?”

“Yes, if you have nothing better to do.” A minute later we were both in a hansom, driving furiously for the Brixton Road.”

He looked back up at you.

“Does that mean…?”

“Yes, Spencer,” you beamed. “It means yes.”

An air of disbelief settled between you, but only for a moment.

Spencer leaped to his feet, pulling you up into his arms, spinning both of you around, and knocking the books onto the floor all over again. You weren’t sure how long your lips were locked together, but when he set you down, you both had to stop and catch your breath. The two of you fell onto the couch, still wrapped in each other’s arms.

“I thought,” you gasped, “I thought you were going to break up with me.”

He wiped any remaining tears from your face. “What?”

“I had it in my head that you called me over here to tell me that it hasn’t been working out and that we shouldn’t have gotten back together in the first place.” You couldn’t help but laugh at it now that every nerve in your body was lit up with elation. “That’s why I haven’t…” You trailed off, remembering what both Dr. Sweets and Haley had told you. “I have to go back to Aaron’s.”

Spencer’s brows furrowed, still panting from the kiss. “What?”

“I have to go get the rest of my things.”

“You have to go… right now?” He traced a line from your hand up to your shoulder.

You smirked at his enthusiasm. “I promise, I’ll explain when I get back and then we can-” You kissed him again. “Celebrate.”

“Okay,” he grinned, face reddening.

You untangled from him and grabbed your keys, stopping at the door. “Spencer.”

“Hm?”

You smiled back at him. “We’re getting married.”

You left and Spence fell back against the couch with a dazed, euphoric expression, looking up at the ceiling as if he could see the stars.

The elevator to Aaron’s moved even slower, but now it was because of your excitement, rather than your dread. The whole drive, you debated if you should tell him now, or wait so you and Spence could tell him together, but you knew the moment you stepped into the room, he would figure it out.

You knew that you’d been using that stupid air mattress as a safety net ever since you and Spencer had gotten back together. And it wasn’t that, because he’d proposed, your fear had suddenly gone away.

You’d just decided to let yourself be happy despite it, just like Haley said.

As the numbers reached the right floor, you felt your excited heart beat even faster. You couldn’t wait to see Aaron’s face when he inevitably read you like a book. Every step down the hall just made you want to start skipping.

You were marrying the smartest, sweetest, most incredible man in the world.

You were finally going to let yourself be happy.

The door was unlocked, so you just took that to mean he’d just gotten back. Probably spent hours at the office working on paperwork for their last case.

“Aaron, I’m just stopping by to grab the rest of my stuff,” you said into the quiet apartment, turning to shut the door behind you.

When you turned back around, you saw him.

“...Aaron?” You gasped. Your brother laid on the floor in a pool of his own blood. “Aaron!” You sprinted across the apartment, falling to your knees beside him. You tried to press your hands against the wound, but there were too many of them.

“Y/N… you can’t… you need to…” He tried to say, but his eyes couldn’t stay open. He was fading fast.

“Come on, stay with me big brother.”

“No, you need to…” He fought to stay conscious if only to save you. “The Reaper.”

Your breathing hitched. “What?”

Aaron gripped your arm.

“Run.”

His eyes widened and he tried to push you out of the way, but his limbs failed him.

A hand shot around your face, yanking you away from your brother and covering your mouth You didn’t even see the knife before it entered your torso. You only saw Aaron’s face contorting with horror as he watched his little sister, screaming into the hand of George Foyet.

And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

End of Season Two

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#criminal minds #dr. spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner #criminal minds imagines #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #david rossi #dr. spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid #the in betweens

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dramaticvhs · 2 years

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my top 10 favorite steter fics

okay so steter is like, my favorite teen wolf ship, so i totally have more than 10. sorry, not sorry. i have 130 bookmarked steter fics 🥲 READ THE TAGS WHEN YOU CLICK!! if you have one that’s not on this list, feel free to leave a comment! i’ll read pretty much anything i can get my hands on

1. As Gunpowder Needs War

author: laisserais

description

AU where Stiles's life follows a very different path, but he still runs into Peter Hale. He's seventeen when he's convicted of murder and sent to an adult prison. Guess who his new roommate is.

my opinion: I’ve recced this fic so many times to so many people. prison au’s have me in a chokehold, and i especially love this one. i’ve read it so many times, and if you’re into prison au’s, i can guarantee it doesn’t get much better than this.

2. Breathing You In

author: lavenderlotion

description

“Good morning, kiddo,” his dad said, and the words hurt.

All Stiles wanted to do was step forward and let his dad hug him, allow his father to give him comfort. His father's hugs had always been all-encompassing, the way he would fold himself around Stiles and hold him as tightly as he could.

Stiles stepped around him, careful not to let foreign skin touch anything that was special to him.

Anything he loved.

my opinion: this fic means the world to me. I'm not sure if it's on any of my other rec lists, but it absolutely should be. I don't even have words to describe it. it's one of those I just HAVE to reread every time I come across it

3. Do You Like to Hurt? (Then Hurt Me) (locked)

author: taylorpotato

description

Stiles shows up at Peter's apartment, drunk and horny. Peter almost does the right thing—before it all deteriorates into a voyeuristic power game and Stiles has a mind-shattering orgasm. Things snowball from there. Takes place after Season Three (with consequent canon divergence).

my opinion: omg any post nogitsune steter is my SHIT. there's nothing better. and this one scratches that itch SO well.

4. All We Have Left

author: Arvak

description

It's the anniversary of Laura's death and Peter's no where to be seen. Stiles tells Derek, but Sourwolf doesn't quite share his concerns. Finally, he gets a call late at night. Turns out, Peter's not missing - he's passed out over a toilet in a club, doped up on an unidentified drug, completely incapacitated and vulnerable. And, possibly strangest of all, Stiles is Peter's emergency contact...

The things Peter tells him while he's drugged up and sad make his heart ache. And, eventually, change his entire life.

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"What happened?" Stiles asked quietly, devastation wracking his body. Looking down at Peter right now was like looking into a dirty hole in the ground and seeing this little puppy in there, messy and matted and malnourished and trapped, looking up at you with shame and exhaustion and pleading for you to save him.

A tear slipped down Peter's face and Stiles felt like he just got punched in the stomach. "Help me." That's all he said. Two simple words, and Stiles' entire world crumbled down around him, leaving only one thing left: this stubborn werewolf sitting in a disgusting bathroom in one of the sketchiest clubs in town, asking for his help.

my opinion: Peter in this fic is just everything to me. I love when Stiles is the one that has to take care of Peter just because I like a little human Peter now and then

5. Baby Whisperer

author: twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

description

“What. Is that.”

Scott looked up at him, apprehensive.

“Her name’s Lily.”

Stiles stared at the fuzzy head peeking out of the papoose.

“Her. Her name. That is a real live human baby. Oh my God-”

“Actually I don’t know if she’s human?” Scott said with a confused frown. “Becca didn’t say.”

“Who the fuck is Becca?!”

my opinion: OH MY GOD??? obviously we know that anything by twothumbsandnostakeincanon is gonna be good, but i come back to this fic so often. domestic steter with a kid? sign me tf up.

6. Vengeance Looks Good On You, Sweetheart

author: cywscross

description

Just because Scott refuses to see the Argents for what they truly are - prejudiced serial killers sitting proudly on a mountain of innocent corpses - doesn't mean Stiles will. It's about time someone did something about the Argent Empire anyway, and what a coincidence - summer vacation is just around the corner.

Or, the one where Gerard Argent kidnapped the wrong fucking person to torture. Stiles has never subscribed to the policy of forgiving and forgetting anyway, not when razing the problem to the ground and salting the earth for good measure has always been a far better solution in the long run.

He doesn't expect to have company.

my opinion: ALPHA STILES ALPHA STILES ALPHA STILES!!!! Alpha Stiles is my FAVORITE trope. by far. can't get enough of it. And this fic does it fantastically. I love morally grey stiles.

7. Written in Red

author: gryvon

description

Peter had given up hope of ever finding his soulmate until the red string on his finger leads him to a four-year-old. He's going to Hell. Or jail. Or both.

my opinion: I just love Peter's relationship with the adults in this fic. it makes me so happy when everyone lives and isn't an asshole. there's so many great things about it - I've read it 29 times according to ao3.

8. Dastardly by Design

author: gryvon

description

Peter thinks Stiles is in love with Derek. Peter is wrong.

my opinion: this fic has 3000 kudos and it needs a million more. everyone say thank you gryvon for the spectacular porn (and feelings ofc)

9. The Pack Makes the Alpha

author: iCheat

description

The Alpha pack are gone but they've left behind an abundance of Alpha's and no solid pack in Beacon Hills. Peter is the first Beta to align himself. Of course he chose the fifth option.

my opinion: again, Alpha Stiles!!! there's nothing better. I've always been a sucker for Stiles taking care of his Pack. if there was 100k more of this I'd read it

10. (baby) maybe that matters more

author: lavenderlotion

description

“Well, well, well,” drawls a familiar voice that Stiles hadn’t even considered he might ever hear again. “The token pack human, left all alone?”

my opinion: THIS ONE ISNT COMPLETED! BEWARE! I don't often read uncompleted fanfiction but lord this one just sucks you in. "taking care of stiles after Gerard beats him" is the BEST teenwolf trope. I've come back to it so many times because it's just that good.

and that's all for today folks! I hope you enjoy these as much as I did! I'll be doing more fic recs in the future so follow for more <3

#teen wolf #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #steter fic rec #teen wolf fic

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snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 1 year

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Oh By Gosh By Golly

A Christmas fic? On the 27th of December? *shrugs* It's still December!

Garvez WC: 2935 Ao3 *Exists after S15, but if he never asked her out and she never left the BAU*

“Hey Garcia, you mentioned something about a place with a bunch of lights earlier?” Matt said, by way of greeting, entering the kitchenette.

His approach, Penelope could tell, while phrased like a statement, was really a question.

“Yes sir, Candycane Lane. Ohh! You should take the kiddies!” she released her tea, hands flying up, fingers spread, “They’d love it, it’s so fun! There’s little hot chocolate stands and this one house sells churros fresh from their kitchen on a line drawn zeppelin! Another house has a ferris wheel they fill with stuffed animals. And all the lights…It’s just magical!” Matt watched in amusement as Penelope’s eyes gleamed with excitement at the visions surely dancing in her head.

“And it’s pretty local?” he chuckled. “You bet your pretty biceps it is! Most people drive through it, but walking is really the only way to get the full experience.” She said, resuming her tea dressing, “Are you thinking about going? Please tell me you’re going. They’d have a blast!” Scooping up her mug and linking an arm with his, she walked herself to her cave, “You know, Derek, Hank, and I are going. It’s a tradition we started before he met Savannah. She very graciously has allowed us to keep it up and now we take my beautiful godbaby. Really though I think she enjoys the treat of a quiet house around now.” “Kristy would love that.” He agreed, smiling. Reaching her office door, he slipped his arm from hers. “Ok, Garcia, you’ve convinced me. We might even see you there tonight.” he said, turning to go. Penelope beamed at the prospect of the Simmons clan buzzing joyfully from lawn to lawn, hot chocolate in gloved hands. Just a few more hours of work, then she was off to a winter wonderland with her two favorite boys. And if she was lucky she might even spot a familiar face or six.

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“Derek, come on! Just find a spot, let’s gooo!” The ex-agent gave her a not-so-withering look, grinning, “Woman, you’re gonna regret having pestered me into parking so far away by the end of the night.” “I’m gonna regret letting you come with Hank and me if we get there so late everyone’s lights are out and the hot chocolate’s cold!” She shot back, wrapping her scarf around her neck and tucking it into her coat, then turning to do the same for Hank while making sure his beanie was pulled over his ears. Morgan finished eeking them into a spot and killed the ignition. “Fine, but I don’t wanna hear a word later.” Penelope smirked, already hopping out, “Oh, you’ll hear more than one, and you’ll like it.”

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As they approached the first block, Hank’s eyes doubled in size, his tiny fists squeezing even tighter to the two adult hands he was gripping, body vibrating with excitement. There were houses glowing bright blue and frost white, ones that radiated red and gold, there were life-sized animatronics of a kissing Mr. and Mrs. Claus and large wooden hand painted cut-outs of Santa painting toys, and the Peanuts gang singing around the piano lining yards, all lit up with floodlights seasonally serving as spotlights left on the ground. Some were lavishly coated in bulbs, and some were sleek and modern, a neon green strip of “Merry Christmas” hanging from the porch, each house bringing its own special flair, a small representation of what symbolized Christmas for each neighbor. Apart from the displays, the thing Penelope really enjoyed was the people, the feel of togetherness it brought. Neighbors parking chairs in driveways sharing barbecue and stews, a group of ukulele carolers singing their hearts out for the throngs of passers by. A feeling of love and caring and unity and joy. And there was hot chocolate.

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The trio had made it about three streets in before Penelope finally succumbed to the cold. “Ok, next drink stand we come across, I’m buying. It is freezing!” She said, emphasizing the complaint by squeezing Hank’s hand and playing up a fake shiver.

Hank giggled looking up at her, “Yeah! Burrrr” he mimicked, playing along. Penelope smirked looking from the little Morgan, to Derek, “Hey Hank, tell your daddy I need some hot chocolate.” Derek’s mouth dropped open, eyebrows raising in faux surprise, ready to say something when a voice called from behind them, “Penelope Garcia, that wouldn’t be you I hear, feeding children inappropriate lines would it?” Derek and Penelope stopped, turning to see who was behind them. Penelope, more than familiar with the voice, was positive she already knew exactly who she was going to find on the other side of her shoulder. But Morgan was quicker, “Alvez, what are you doing here?” he grinned broadly at the man and extended a hand, tugging him in for a hug. “I’m spending time with my beautiful nieces and nephews, well, Matt’s kids.” he smiled releasing the hug, “Morgan, I didn’t know you were in town.”

The chance meeting took Luke by surprise who thought he’d be helping out a friend, hanging with Matt to keep an extra set of eyes on the brood for a while, he didn’t expect to run across Penelope while out tonight. Penelope who had obviously changed from her work clothes to this more casual and weather appropriate one of flair jeans and black snowflake sweater, peppermint scarf carefully knotted and topped off with a sweeping baby blue wool coat to keep out the chill. Derek stepped back, one arm wrapping around his baby and the other pulling in Penelope “Here with my Babygirl for our yearly date.” Derek, having his suspicions and hearing the gossip, but never the opportunity to see firsthand, observed every microexpression that flitted over the other man at his actions. The cast of his eyebrows, the tightening of his eyes, and then the downturn of his mouth all arranging for a fraction of a second before sweeping back into his perpetually sunny self. “Savannah's present from me,” Penelope chirped, “I’m here with these two handsome men so she can have a relaxing night of peace and quiet.” A teasing smile spread across her face, jostling Derek with a bump of her hip.

Luke visibly perked at her voice, shoulders squaring, face lighting up, eyes widening and glossing seemingly sparkling in the light as his pupils dilated. Yep, all the confirmation he needed. “Hey, Morgan! What a nice surprise crossing paths!” Matt wandered up behind Luke, Lily on his shoulders, Rose Mary on his chest, and reached out a hand to shake. “Thanks again for the tip, Garcia, the kids are loving it.” he said looking around, as if by merely mentioning them the missing three should materialize. Penelope wondered if that’s how it worked for Simmons, as with only a slight delay, three miniature animated people came popping out of nowhere. “Hey man, how’s it going? No Kristy tonight?” Derek asked, slapping a hand out to shake. “Not tonight, no, Garcia gave me an excellent idea earlier though,” Matt bent, letting Lily slip off his shoulders to rejoin her siblings, all dancing and shrieking through an impromptu or continued game of tag, Hank joining in. “So I roped Luke here into helping out.” He gave a squeeze to Luke’s shoulder, but winked to Morgan, smiling easily. “How about we all…walk together?”

Derek, unable to turn it off where his loved ones were concerned, couldn’t help but profile. Yeah, he had his answer within the first 5 seconds of interaction, but he couldn’t help noticing over the hour they’d all been together the way Luke looked at her when she spoke, how he found little ways to touch or brush her, that his focus, though divided, never strayed entirely from Penelope, and he almost never resisted an opportunity to tease and play with her. Something Simmons had obviously noticed too, setting up this little chance outing.

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With Penelope giddily leading the parade, the group of nine merrily made their way to the house she knew to have sweet pastries delivered by air. Children clamoring busily to spot the contraption, they fell into the end of the line rapidly threatening to wrap around the corner. The four adults talked and caught up while keeping a loose eye on the little ones. There were “ooohs!” and “aaahhs!” as the silver blimp flew, but Derek was more focused on how Luke mindlessly played with Penelope’s scarf and how his cheeks flushed red making eye contact when Derek smirked at him, crossing his arms, thinking,‘Yeah, you bet I know.’

“INCOMING!” was bellowed down from an open window glowing softly at the top of the hill. Penelope squealed and clapped with joy as the zeppelin sailed down the zipline, their order of piping hot churros dangling from a basket below. Sweet, cinnamony confections distributed, and Penelope’s coat saved from certain ruin by Luke who expertly brushed it clean of crumbs, they pushed on with their adventure taking in the various decorations and entertainment. Watching the way Luke was with her and her being so unaware was painful, to see them interact and play off one another was killing him. Why Penelope didn’t see it (or didn’t want to) he wasn’t sure, but he was going to let her know at least one person did. Waiting until they’d gotten back into a flow, wandering from house to house, Derek fell back holding Penelope with him, friends and children wandering ahead just out of earshot, the ukulele group singing about mommy kissing Santa Claus disrupting anything that might be overheard. Risking an eyebrowed glance to where Luke stood, his breath stilted, still feeling dubious about the whole thing, about her willful ignorance. “Babygirl, you’re tellin’ me you have not given this man one ounce of sugar?” Wrapping her arms around him she pushed up on her tiptoes, beaming with pride, “Not one lovin’ spoonful” No, she would not fall into that trap. Though, truthfully, it was getting harder, he was so sincere and so persistent. “Mama, why on god’s green earth not?! He is clearly head over heels for you!” It was a genuine question, the night leaving no doubt in his mind, if Luke Alvez was not in love with his girl, he really did retire in time. There was no way Penelope couldn’t see it too, if it was fear holding her back, he hoped his vote of confidence would help ease that. Jason Battle was a one-off psycho, what he meant when he told her to listen to her gut, was just that, she had told him it felt off, and she turned out to be right. This though he knew was not off, could see it, hell he could feel the electricity between them, she had to as well. What the heck? “N-no he’s not! Oh my god, we are not talking about this right now!” Penelope, thrown at the suggestion and what seemed to be Morgan’s active enthusiasm for the very not happening situation between her and Luke, became flustered, letting go and bolting for their friends where she stood behind them shoving her hands into her pockets with a scowl on her face. Derek, feeling guilty at having upset her, let her go, giving her space. Maybe he’d overstepped… he only wanted her to be happy, he could see Luke making her happy. He just needed her to see it too. He hoped this would get her thinking about it. When it was so clear to everyone else, he hoped she wouldn’t continue to block out something that could be good for her.

Penelope reappearing caught Luke’s attention and seeing her frustration, he looked between her and Morgan, hand instinctively coming to her back. She twisted from his touch, but didn’t move away. His hand dropped automatically, but his pinky continued contact, brushing soothing strokes against hers in her coat.

One and a half songs later Derek rejoined them, an apology for getting out of line mumbled in her hair. All forgiven, Penelope fell easily back into his embrace and returned it tenfold, most of the party none the wiser.

—------------- Crossing the street, the boys lined up, stern, menacing, and friendly faces ensuring traffic stop at their stop signs. Penelope, chain of children in one hand, cocoa in the other leading the dash giggling behind their own personal guard of bollards.

It was during one of these dashes, post musical concert, that Luke was caught for the hundredth time staring after her in wonder. Matt, feeling enough games had been played between actual children that night, nudged his shoulder and nodded in her direction, “Go.” Pausing for a beat, Luke looked between his friend and Morgan, whose expressive eyebrows were now most of the way up his forehead in a similar manner. Seeing no way around something so obvious, and hoping to avoid the embarrassment of more encouragement and/or blessings, he flickered a ‘thank you’ smile before trailing close behind her.

With a shwoop, the small hand was smoothly replaced with a large one, Luke’s warm palm effortlessly slipping into Penelope’s. Her pulse catapulted, Derek’s words fresh in her mind. Feeling the shift in texture and size, his thumb coming to brush the outside of hers, her steps came to a standstill facing him. She looked back for Derek, for Chloe whose hand had been in her own, only to spot the group of children bookended by the imposing figures of current and former FBI agents not so covertly directing the group’s attention to a house with their backs to her. Profilers? Pfft. More like planners. Luke checked his shoulder as well, a small smile appearing before moving closer, twined arm wrapping high on twined arm, shoulder kissing shoulder, and tugged forward, some redirection of his own. “Mind being my escort?” he asked with his usual sunny lilt.

Penelope looked back to him, head tilting in question to see Luke nod ahead of them. The way they were facing, they were bound for an icicle archway, rhythmically blinking blue and white drips interspersed between swaths of fir garland calling to them. Her steps started then stopped, faltering with her thoughts,body following through with an automatic ‘yes’ while earlier dilemmas were subconsciously processed for her, then thinking brain not in the know shouting a panicked ‘NO’ giving her pause. Her head swiveled from Morgan to Luke, unsure. Luke stopped just as quickly, curious eyes scanning her face for clues. “It’s just a tunnel, Penelope, just a sidewalk with some poles.” Her expression changed to exasperated disbelief, head bobbling as she shot at him sarcastically, “Nice. Romantic. I can’t imagine why you’ve only had the one girlfriend this whole time.” “Hey!” he defended at the dig, but his smile only got bigger, face completely incongruent to someone who’d just been insulted. Romantic? Did that mean she was on the same page? That this, them, they, were something she was open to? With a last look to the group, Penelope rolled her eyes, internal battle seemingly forgotten, and jerked him forward towards the arch, “Oh come on, let’s go.” Luke ducked under the “Let it snow” sign entering the archway, the pair walking hand in hand wordlessly through the bright tunnel, but as she went to exit, she was tugged back, clasped hands stretching and jerking, Luke frozen in place just at the end, Penelope ricocheting into his solid body where he caught her.

Before she could ask, his head tilted and a finger pointed up, Luke innocently explaining as he looked back down, “Mistletoe, I can’t move until you kiss me, bad luck.”

Penelope wiggled in his hold regaining balance, trying to regain space. Despite his tactile nature this was all very new, as in less than five minutes new, as in she could start freaking out at any minute- new. “And if I refuse?” she asked, trying to infuse some levity and calm her twisting stomach.

Luke frowned, brow furrowing and arms tightening around her. “Guess we’re stuck here.”

Penelope gawked, the flat of her palm working its way between them to smack his chest “What happened to it’s just a sidewalk?!”

Luke made a show of flinching under the hit, but again, was too busy grinning at her to play it off fully “What happened to being romantic?”

Sighing, her arms looped around his neck, pulling herself up to face level “Alvez, we’ve really gotta work on your definition of romance.” There was a second where she looked at him, and then fingers laced and lips slowly melded, her eyes slipping closed. She felt the strong beat of his heart on her, his warm, firm lips against hers, and the rough scrape of stubble as the kiss became more forceful. She smelled the smokey burn of wood from chimneys and fire pits in the cold air mixing with the earthy leather of his coat. From the east Mele Kalikimaka rang out clashing with Walking in a Winter Wonderland to the west, a Bing Crosby battle between neighbors that was soon drowned out entirely by whoops and hollers. The pair broke apart to see Matt and Derek loudly applauding and whistling, the kids caught up in their parents joy, joining in the celebration, Penelope and Luke each turning beet red attempting to hide in the other.

Hank, tugging on Derek’s hand, asked, “Daddy, why’s aunty Penelope kissing that guy?”

Derek laughed, stooping down to answer, “Don’t worry about it baby, but tell you what, you can be the first to tell mamma about it when we call her tonight.”

#yep it's late #oh well #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #garvez #penelope garcia #luke alvez #matt simmons #derek morgan #hank morgan #Ao3

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Tag game: Tag nine (9) people you want to get to know better

Tagged by: @stellasolaris

Thanks for the tag!! This is so fun! (Kanej holds a special place in my heart too <3)

Three Ships:

Flora/Helia (Winx Club): …I love them

Hiccup/Astrid (How to train your dragon): I don’t just mean the movie but the series is actually so good and they had one of the best relationship developments I’ve ever seen. I highly recommend the series to anyone who’s watched Httyd. (Also a fun fact, the voice actor for Dagur, David Faustino, also voiced Helia in the Nick dub)

Draco/Hermione (Harry Potter fanon, I don’t support JKR): I was actually against this ship up until a few years ago but even then I only like it in very specific circumstances. I don’t like it when they ignore that fact that Draco was a bully and prejudiced asshole or they make Hermione hate all of her friends just to be with Draco. I hate Ron bashing too. I like it when there are hcs and fics that talk about Draco’s cowardice and Hermione’s nerdy side. It’s honestly the angst and the forbidden vibes that just appeal to me.

First Ship:

Derek/Genevieve (Barbie & the 12 Dancing Princesses): I’m pretty sure that was my first ship. I had two lovebirds when i was really young and I named them Derek and Genevieve. Derek flew away during a feeding and since lovebirds apparently aren’t supposed to be alone we got another one. Derek #2 also flew away. I don’t know what happened to Genevieve but now that I think about it she probably died alone.

Last Song:

I wish it was something cool and indie but it’s Heather by Conan Grey.

Last Movie:

Howl’s Moving Castle (rewatch!)

Currently Reading:

Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen because I’m trying to get into Classics this year after the terror that Booktok has become.

Currently Watching:

Shameless (It’s been…interesting)

Currently Drinking:

Chocolate milk (adults can still drink chocolate milk)

Currently Craving:

Lasagna. I tried my first one ages ago in a Starbucks (unfortunately) and I have yet to eat another Lasagna as good as that one even in a proper restaurant. I keep watching Lasagna TikTok’s and even the Lasagna soup looks interesting to me. Planning on trying to cook it myself even though I’m a disaster in the kitchen (I make decent scrambled eggs and that’s it).

Tagging: @alwayswriting101, @floralovebot, @redemptionarcsucker, @mu5a, @stars-heal, @skllwinx, @frenchpieuvre, @imhereformr (no pressure at all! Feel free to ignore!)

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fic stats meme

twas tagged by @jeeyuns

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

SIDE NOTE: i have not published 911 fic!!!! trust me i am also mad at me for this!!!!! i am working on it!!! so instead everyone gets a look into the history on my ao3 profile that hasn't had anything updated since 2021 and my most written for fandom. (i am not going to publish anything in 911 fandom until it's fully written to avoid the unfinished fate of a lot of these works dw) but I WANT TO PARTICIPATE!!!! so here goes!!

most hits: i've tried goodbye a hundred times (not one of them true)

Check, Please! (Webcomic), Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter

The first time it happens, it’s daisies. Seven year old William watches in fascination as the flowers appear, line by line, around his wrist and up his arm. They’re just black outlines, with little yellow dots in the middle, but they fascinate him, and he watches as they grow all the way up to his elbow. And then Mitch slams his desk.

yeah i'll be real with you besties. this will probably never be updated again. which is so sad because apparently it's my work with the most hits. but i'm a polyfrogs bitch now!!!! people change!!!!! i don't even remember where the plot was going. this is not the target audience of this apology but you're the ones who get it.

second most kudos: Amy Parson Takes No Shit

Check, Please! (Webcomic), Kent "Parse" Parson/Original Character(s)

She hates this. She hates knowing that for all the talk of acceptance and anyone being able to play, it doesn’t matter. If she told the team, she can’t imagine what they’d think. And God, management would be a nightmare. She shouldn’t have to pick between hockey and being herself but she does and she’s made her choice. Someday, she’s gonna find a way to have her cake and eat it, too.

oh my god so. okay. the tag "im tired of cis bullshit" on this work is so funny. 1) the "cis bullshit" in question was genderbends which is the most 2017 discourse imaginable. 2) when i wrote that tag I identified as cis. LMAOOOOO. i thought i was being such a good ally writing this fic. and then somewhere along the way i was like "goddamm why do i relate so much to Amy's choosing to ruthlessly be herself and why am i jealous of it." and here we are. so this work holds a special place in my heart and i will finish it if it kills me and also probably rewrite the early chapters because they are SIX YEARS OLD oh my god i was FIFTEEN. they could be better, and they will be.

third most comments: all the gun fights, and the lime lights, and the holy sick divine nights

Check, Please! (Webcomic), Derek "Nursey" Nurse/Kent "Parse" Parson

Nursey rolls over in bed the morning after Epikegster, and finds himself face to face with Kent Parson. Kent is drooling, and still asleep, so Nursery takes a moment to assess the situation. Kent has all the covers and is kind of hogging whatever bed they’re in, which appears to be in a hotel room. Nursey is naked, and a quick inventory of the floor leads him to believe that most if not all of his clothing is there. He glances down at himself, and notices a not insignificant number of mouth sized bruises littering his torso. His therapist has been teaching him about not jumping to conclusions, but he’s starting to think he hooked up with Kent Parson.

you won't get it unless you Get It but this is the funniest possible rairpair. i'd love to finish this someday and fix the haphazard characterization. the plot was good as shit i just have to hope i get inspiration back after *checks notes* five years! we'll see!

fourth most bookmarks: i've got you (and you've got me)

Check, Please! (Webcomic), Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

He’s done it. He’s graduated, and he’s got his degree, and he’s got an internship lined up, and he can’t wait to get on with the rest of his life. And he’s got Jack. Oh, lordy, how could he forget Jack? Jack who is currently waving at him from across the quad, waiting by the lake. Bitty has been saying his goodbyes to his parents, and now, he turns and heads over to him. “Hey, you.”

yeah i don't have a lot to say about this one! it was okay! least words: would you love me less (if you knew the beds that i've been in)

Check, Please! (Webcomic), Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Kent "Parse" Parson/Jack Zimmermann

Eric Bittle, struggling baker, runner of a not so struggling premium snapchat, frequenter of the Seattle Fitness Center. Jack Zimmermann, history teacher, boyfriend of Kent Parson, frequenter of the Seattle Fitness Center. Kent Parson, part-time wedding planner, allosexual who's demisexual boyfriend has approved his porn habits but has no interest in partaking, frequenter of some blond twink's premium snapchat.

ZERO words baby!!!! that's what happens on the archive's backend when a fic is told ENTIRELY THROUGH FAKED SCREENSHOTS (and some gym membership cards)!!!!!! i wanna redo some of the things in here and also. you know. finish the entire fic. trust me it's GLORIOUS. if you click on nothing else in this post because you aren't into check please click on this and be proud of some of the edits. (not the reddit one i like. quarter assed that one rather than find a template) this is the fanwork of mine im most proud of i love it so much PLEASE ask me about it even if you haven't read check please i'll happily gush about the plot.

that is all sorry that this is literally NO wee woo content. tagging @evcndiaz @lucydonato @shitouttabuck @housewifebuck and anyone else who wants to do this!

#my posts #check please #my writing

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This is my attempt at trying to get out of the lurking side of Tumblr and actually participate. He’s an introduction to my likings! (couldn’t find the original page to credit the author of this questionnaire!!)

Your current OTP.

My current OTP is Gallavich! (Ian and Mickey from the show “Shameless” !)

A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind.

Sterek! (Stiles and Derek from “Teen Wolf” !) Watching the show the first time around, I was all about Stydia (Stiles and Lydia), and I still love them. On a few more watch throughs I took the advice of an online pal of mine, and definitely was surprised at how I couldn’t see the chemistry before! Love them.

A pairing you wish you shipped, but just can't.

Rina (Ricky and Gina from “HSMTMTS” !) I will learn to appreciate them over more time I believe, my Portwell ( EJ and Gina) Heart is just broken right now! ❤️‍🩹

What was the first thing you ever contributed to a fandom?

Not sure if this counts but probably a like on whatever fanfic I was reading on AO3 at the time!

Have you added anything stupid/cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what?

Not yet! Just really getting into posting about my interests for the first time in here. I hope to one day be comfortable enough to maybe even share my writing!

What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom? What fandom was it?

Not sure how long it’s been, “Boy Meets World” holds a special place in my heart! Especially Corey and Topanga!

What was your first fandom?

Sidemen I think, definitely way different to anything else I’ve listed here so far. 😂

Do you prefer real-life TV shows or animated TV shows?

Real life.

Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

Bughead. (Betty and Jughead from “Riverdale”) Not going to lie, I’ve always been a Barchie (Betty and Archie) from day one, but thought Bughead was cute, but the fan base for that ship is wayyy to toxic.

Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr.

Outerbanks! I’m literally obsessed. I can’t thank the “For You” section enough for introducing me to that show.

How do you feel about the other people in your current fandom(s).

I love everyone I have interacted with so far, there is always gonna be a bad apple, but I think for the most part the fandoms I’m in seem great!

Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for?

I’ll give the PG version for now, let me know if you want the answer to the NSFW version. I am in love with both Friends to Lovers and Enemies to lovers. Honestly I could read thousands of fics all with either of those concepts!

A person who got you into a fandom and what fandom they pulled you in to.

My IRL friend got me into “Stranger Things” just this past year. I honestly don’t know why I had been avoiding watching it for so long, but I’m so glad I did!

Your favorite fandom (for the people; not the thing you fangirl over).

Soap Operas, specifically Days of Our lives. If you’ve ever been on SOAP Twitter, you know the good drama that goes on with both fans and the actors. 😂

Choose a song at random, what ship does it remind you of?

“The Way I Loved You” Taylor’s version ~ Belly and Conrad from TSITP. ❤️

Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

This is already an AU, but I don’t see enough of it!! ~ Fake Dating.

And a original idea… honestly I think every fandom needs any AU that deals with outer space!

A ship you’ve abandoned and why.

Don’t come for me but Olicity. (Oliver and Felicity from “Arrow” !) I was so into them when the show was still running, but now that it has been off for a while, I just don’t really seek it out, if that makes sense!

A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships.

The Moms from TSITP ~ you can’t convince me they aren’t lesbians.

What's a headcanon you have?

Stiles Stilinksi is BISEXUAL.

What are your favorite male/male ships or female/female ships?

Male/Male: Gallavich, WilSon (Will and Sonny from “Days of Our Lives” !), Ballum ( Ben and Callum from “Eastenders” !) Charle and Nick from “Heartstopper”!

Female/Female: Choni (Cheryl and Toni from “Riverdale” !), Calzona (Callie and Arizona from “Grey’s Anatomy” !), Brittana (Britney and Santana from “Glee” !), Stena (Lena and Stef from “The Fosters” !)

What are your favorite male/female ships?

Naley (Nathan and Haley from “One Tree Hill” !), WestAllen (Barry and Iris from “The Flash” !), Sarah and John B from “Outerbanks”, Barchie (Betty and Archie from “Riverdale” !), and Stabi (Stefan and Gabi from “Days of Our Lives” !)

Do you have any 3-way ships? If so, what?

Not currently! Maybe in the future!!

5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms.

Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington- Stranger Things

Will Horton - Days of Our Lives

Iris West - Flash

JJ Maybank/Kiara Carrera - Outerbanks

Belly Conklin/Conrad Fisher/Cam Cameron - The Summer I Turned Pretty

3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms.

Gallavich (Ian and Mickey) - Shameless

Naley (Nathan and Haley) - One Tree Hill

Belly and Conrad - The Summer I Turned Pretty

A fandom you’re in but have no ships from.

Criminal Minds! I haven’t been in the fandom long enough to have any set ships yet!!

What's a ship that you want to ship publicly, but everyone on tumblr hates it so you keep your mouth shut about it?

They aren’t hated, but I feel like it’s always a 50/50 if you like this couple - Jim and Pam from “The Office”!

Thanks for reading! Let’s be internet friends and obsess over fandoms together! 🖤

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sometimes i think about derek being in love with stiles but refusing all of stiles' advances because stiles deserves better, and derek hurts stiles over and over again until that emotional pain can't be taken back, then derek leaves... and theo comes back, and theo puts stiles back together (reluctantly on stiles' part at first) and when derek comes back again, stiles is theo's now and derek lost his chance and it's a regret he has to live with

(i'm not anti-sterek. i love sterek. my 350+ sterek bookmarks on ao3 prove that. but angst is so good and people fighting over stiles is even better, and steo, let's be honest, has my whole entire heart)

If anyone asked me, Steo would probably be my #1 ship, but Sterek has a special place in my heart, and I cannot, for the life of me, consider a fic where Derek and Theo exist in the same universe. I'd simply implode. 😂😂

#*answered.

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smileyfacesim · 2 months

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Aspiration Legacy Challenge - Gen 1 Part 3

Link to challenge and rules

Hi and welcome back to the Aspiration Legacy Challenge where I try to finally finish a legacy challenge. Seriously, I usually quit after 2 gens but since I've created this one I'm determined to keep going.

Anyways, back to the Grey family. As you know, Lexie is in the doctor career and she is officially a doctor now (lvl 7). Yes, she has her eyes closed, it's a theme in this part you'll see.

Don is thriving in the Secret Agent career eventhough he is non-committal he hasn't complained once so that's something I think. He had a birthday and is now an adult and decided to pick up a new hobby, painting. So naturally, he had to be the one to paint Lexie's legacy portrait. After 5 tries of getting her to stand in the right spot, she ended up posing perfectly... with her eyes closed! (I quit people, I quit!)

While Don is painting and Lexie is working, the kids learn how to be independent toddlers. It went really well because soon after they both aged up into kids.

The next birthday was Lexie's and I'm kind of sad. I just like her and now she's an adult. I mean I know she's far from dead but stil, she's my founder and will always have a special place in my heart. Please ignore the dirty counter in the corner..

For this generation I decided not to finish a child aspiration and I'm aging them up when they get an A in school so here is wat Derek looks like as a teen:

I think he looks great. Definetely has his dad's hair color and his mum's green eyes. I gave him a baggy/street look because he has the good and slob traits so I wanted him to look relaxed and slightly messy. He soon aged up into a young adult and does not have a job yet since I'm not sure what I want him to do. Cristina is on her way to get an A in school but she went to school late once and now it's completely off.

Lastly, Lexie has been working hard on that aspiration (you would almost forget with that doctor career). She had to upgrade her vaccuum and... vaccuum a lot but we're 75% done with the Perfectly Pristine aspiration.

In the next part, Lexie is throwing a small get together to show off her clean house and hopefully soon finishing the aspiration. Crristina should be a teen by then too hopefully. See you then!

Generation to-do list:

Complete the aspiration

Have the 'clean' trait

You do all the cleaning and laundry at home

Be strict with your kids when they make a mess

Reach lvl 10 of the doctor career

You can choose how many kids you'll have

#sims 4 #sims 4 challenge #thesims4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 legacy challenge #the sims 4 #ts4 #aspirationlegacychallenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 cas #Sims4AspirationLegacyChallenge #sims 4 screenshots #ts4 simblr #sims 4 get to work #sims 4 get together #Sims 4 Family Gameplay #sims 4 for rent #sims 4 family

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Mýa feat. Bounty Killer - Whine (Official Music Video) Mýa Releases New Song ‘Whine’ Featuring Bounty KillerIt arrives with a video.Mýa is back. The Grammy-winning singer has teamed with dancehall reggae artists Bounty Killer for her new single “Whine.”The flirty, party-ready groove includes a writing credit from Theron Thomas (Ciara, Rihanna). “No one should stand in the way / We should get a little closer now / I’m drunk off your energy eh / Let’s keep it goin’ ’til mornin’ time,” Mýa sings. “Whine” arrives with a dance-heavy video directed by Josh Sikkema and Derek Brown. It was filmed in Kingston, Jamaica.“Love to #Jamaica & everyone who came out to create good vibes. Love & respect to dancehall legend @1unogeneral for blessing this record,” Mýa wrote in an Instagram post. “Whine” is Mýa’s first single release since 2021’s “Worth It.” The melodic-leaning track was an introduction to her alter-ego, Mýa Lan$ky. “‘Worth It’ has been in the archives for years. I think victory in my independent journey and a lot of people coming at me asking, ‘Why this, why that,’ and finally giving answers,” she told Rated R&B about the song’s inspiration. “How I define my success is ultimately peace of mind and the glow up, which also takes grind, gutter, fight, faith [and] prayer. So, it’s an inspirational record, but it’s still bossy and flossy, too.”In July, Mýa celebrated the 20th anniversary of her third album, Moodring, with a digital deluxe edition. The expanded set features nine additional tracks previously unavailable on streaming platforms. “As we mark the 20th anniversary of Moodring, I can’t help but look back with pride. This album was a turning point, marking my first venture as an executive producer and setting me on a path towards greater autonomy in my career,” said Mýa. “Moodring is more than just music; it’s a testament to my growth as an artist and holds a special place in my heart. With the release of this deluxe version, I’m thrilled to invite fans old and new to experience this cherished project. Here’s to two decades of Moodring and the enduring power of music that connects us all.”In April, she celebrated the 25th anniversary of her self-titled debut album with a deluxe edition featuring six bonus tracks.

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Ratækorn Nañjali

Against the Cult of the Reptile God

It’s been something, I’ll tell you. The seasons pass and the heart is seasoned. I’ve wandered places on this planet I didn’t even see on a map. Long Lake where orcs live with humans and even make families together. Even met some trolls whose ancestors are younger than Gelden. In fact, they thought me fortunate to have met xer. I do too, just not like I’m xer messenger or hold any authority from xer.

I wandered. You might call it aimless. Watch my feet, and most times I’ve learned something interesting.

For example.

Not all bows are made from a tree. Some are built of horn and sinew and even cloth. Stronger and more durable it took three months to craft and the orc who crafted it was not cheep.

I don’t know how they did it. That quiver can hold a lot more than it looks. The instructions were clear on how to make it work. Remember what I put into it or I might lose it forever. Not a word on why it works, though.

For now, I’m sort of homesick. My children will be fifteen in a couple months. I might just want to be there for that.

I miss them.

So, I crossed the Gray Range on the King’s Highway. I’ve taken to covering my horns, little spikes that they are, just to keep the conversation friendly. The trees here about are anxious. Most branches within reach are missing, but the rest is left to heal. And game is very sparse. Too many people, not enough resources.

My journey brings me to Orlane, a town a days travel from Mochyndun of the Kingdom of Whelm.

First thing I notice is the chill. Sure, late autumn, summer was kind of short. That’s not the chill I feel. It echoes badly with that one wound.

I wander to a run down farm house.1 They didn’t pack, just left things as they were. Looks to have been a year or so ago, so if there was a struggle it would have been washed over by dust and rat dung.

I dropped a bucket into the well for some water, but my heart warned me not to drink any.2 A taste didn’t tell me why. At this point, I’ve come to trust my instincts. Besides, I have this other going for me. My mug, a little focus, and I have water enough to bathe in.3

Some of it spills on the floor and I watch as it finds a little crack to pass through. I focus on the icon,4 feed it some light, and watch as the trap door opens wide, just by pushing dirt around. A little more thought while I dance my fingers over my other hand and I have a flame on a candle to give me light.

The basement is a little wet, and otherwise unmolested. The place looks good for a night’s rest. So, I look around, and find a chest. Of course I’m curious. Inside I find a cloak,5 fancy, buff, nice trim around the edges. Am I greedy? I can sense something special about it.

I drop my battle rattle and try it on. I feel sheltered, though it feels as fresh as silk. The shine is a little loud. So, I put my own cloak over it, secure my things, and curl up in the chest.

I must be getting bigger. Another finger and I won’t breath in here. I’m wondering if there is a way to charm the box to be bigger on the inside when I feel the weight of the day weigh on me.6

No, not the weight of the day. Someone is trying to lull me to sleep. Ha! But it’s telling me something is going on here. Are the people who drove this family out still at work, here? Let’s find out.

I can feel the wight of a body outside the chest. I hear it open, carefully, trying not to make a sound. My eyes are only just open enough for me to see a huge7, orchish man with an ugly scar across his face reach in and lift me on his shoulder.

Time to play.

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2023 April 17 Ratækorn Nañjali. Druid Level 1/Fighter Level 10 XP 85000+23

1 Building 17

2 Survival 4+8; XP 5

3 Create & Destroy Water; 5xp

4 Mold Earth; 5xp

5 Cloak of Protection

6 Insight 13+4; 8xp

7 Derek Desleigh

8 Journal’s XP: 23

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Babes. If you want to talk about Take Off Your Shoes Now, I'm totally down. I fuckin love that fic. Gimme like 2 hours to reread it so it can be fresh in my brain and I'll honestly flood your inbox about it.

(I don't want to say that I like it more than your college series just simply because there's so much more content to your college series and I'm a slut for Dasey so like, gimme, but Take Off Your Shoes Now holds a VERY special place in my heart and i would love to talk about it)

I totally agree with you about Casey waiting for the other shoe to drop with Derek. I've had this whole 5+1 fic planned (yes, in our lord and saviors year of 2022 😭 plz dont make fun of me) about how they're learning to build their trust with each other. Because, it's so easy to love someone but it can be very hard to trust someone, especially when you've had a rocky history with said person. And personally, I think Casey's trust issues are worse than Derek's (and I could wrote a fully essay about that too lmao)

I also think apart of Casey not saying I love you first has to do with her knowing how serious those words are (Not that Derek doesn't, he takes them extremely seriously as well) but saying I love you, that's very intense and real and potentially forever. And I think a small part of her is still nervous about the taboo aspect of their relationship. If they're together forever, then that means they'll kind of have to "come out" to people about their relationship forever. And that's scary and people suck and they're judgmental and wow, she's only 20 and she's in love with her step brother and oof (meanwhile Derek's been hearing wedding warning bells since he was 16)

*makes excited, grabby hands for chatting about Take Off Your Shoes Now* EEEEEEEK I'M SO EXCITED. IT'S LATE HERE AND I'VE HAD A HELL OF A WEEK, SO IT MAY BE A BIT UNTIL I CAN ANSWER BUT YES PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. I LOVE TALKING ABOUT DASEY AND WRITING.

5+1 fics are amazing, it doesn't matter what year it is!!! Tropes are tropes for a reason, babe!!!!

AND I TOTALLY AGREE WITH ALL OF THAT about why I love you is so so big. There is just so much between Derek and Casey's individual histories, and then their history as two people (not even a couple, unless we're talking about a couple of passionate alphas trapped in a house together), and then their present and future together. And it's... It's a lot, you know. It's a lot to have these kind of huge feelings at any point in your life for anyone, but to have them at 20 and for your stepbrother??? It's... Wow. I can't even imagine.

And it has to be serious and it has to be forever because the risk is so high that you can't throw it away on a fling, and that just makes everything worse, you know? That's a lot of pressure and poor Casey, and poor Derek, and trying to wait until the other person is ready to hear it...

#asks #dasey

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bensonsbobblehead · 2 years

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It Takes A Village - Emily Prentiss x Reid!Daughter

Summary: Reid teenage daughter and Emily has an amazing relationship but its put to the test when Emily "dies"

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x Reid!Daughter

Content warnings: death, arguing, yelling

Category; Angsttt

Word Count: 1.6K

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a/n: im finally back, my last week of school is this week so ill be back to posting :))) hope you like this one may be a part 2!!!

The BAU had been Spencers and Y/N family for the longest time. Raising a child at a young age was a challenge for Spencer. He of course handled it with grace, but also with the people of the BAU. Ever since y/n came into Spencer's life the BAU had loved the girl like their own.

Rossi always teaching y/n to cook Italian “correctly”. Y/n loved going to his mansion for dinners with the team. Gracia always spoiling y/n since she was young. Taking her to get her nails done, cry sessions, and sneaking y/n to see horror movies even though her dad thought it gave her nightmares. JJ was also perfect with y/n being her godmother and all, she spent countless days having sleepovers with her.

Y/n loved her family, even though they weren’t blood-related. She loved her extended aunts and uncles but Emily had always had a special place in her heart since she joined the BAU. Like everyone else on the team y/n had to feel Emily out.

Y/N had never seen Emily and was always cautious of new people, so when Emily decided to talk to her on a particularly bad day it couldn’t end well.

Y/N stormed into the bullpen after getting into a fight at school. It was never like her to react in violence but she reached her wits end after being bullied. Spencer was very understanding but still a bit disappointed. Approaching her teenage years were going to be rough, It didn’t help that y/n was constantly changing.

She sat down with her eyebrows scrunched and with anger seeping from her. She was a bomb waiting to explode. Emily walked in finally getting used to the BAU routine and sat across from her.

“Hey, are you waiting for someone?” Emily said nicely noticing how angry the girl was. Emily knew about y/n but had never seen any pictures of her so she had believed she was a victim waiting for an agent.

“Are you waiting for someone?! You look too old to be my Uncle Aaron's assistant.” Y/n said rolling her eyes catching Derek’s and Spencer's attention as they were walking back from getting coffee.

“Y/N! Say sorry now! This is Emily a new member of the team.” Spencer said as tears grew in y/n eyes. She was never a mean girl but her emotions were all over the place lately. Y/N was utterly embarrassed for being so disrespectful.

“I’m so so sorry, Emily please don’t hate me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Y/N said running towards the bathroom before Emily could reply.

“I’ll go talk to her,” Emily said to Spencer, Emily always grew up around constant change, and adding a new member to your family is a big change.

“Hey, y/n it’s Emily, and I promise I don’t hate you. Your dad told us about school so I completely understand.” After a few moments of silence, y/n opened the door with puffy red eyes.

“Why are you being nice to me when I was so mean to you?” Y/n asked through her tears.

“I can tell you’re a great girl who’s just having a bad day.” Emily smiled rubbing her shoulder causing y/n to hug her. Even though her dad always told her to be wary of strangers y/n felt different about Emily.

Since that day Emily had been the person y/n went to for everything. Spencer had done everything perfect but he would never truly understand what it was like to be a girl, especially one approaching womanhood. Emily talked and helped y/n through everything. Boys, school, periods, everything, Emily was there for y/n.

When Doyle started to enter Emily's life again, things changed between them. Days before Emily “died” they got into a heated argument. It was the night Emily decided to leave thinking it would keep everyone safe. She had no intention of running into y/n, more so her showing up at her apartment. Not that she didn’t mind, this just wasn’t the best time.

“Y/N why are you here?” Emily said approaching the door and walking past y/n without even looking at her, “Nice to see you to Auntie Em.” Picking up skills from her dad she could tell something was up.

“Y/N I need you to go, okay? You can’t be here.” Emily said quietly opening the door and frantically packing a few things.

“Slow down Auntie Em what's going on? Are you leaving?”

“I need you to go, for your safety leave,” Emily said grabbing her shoulders and looking in her eye. Emily knew what Doyle was capable of and didn’t want y/n to get caught in the crossfire.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on? I came here to talk to you about that thing and get help on what do nex—“ y/n was cut off by a very angry Emily.

“I'M NOT YOUR MOTHER. Go get help from your dad or JJ or anyone but me. I don’t care who just get out.” Emily shouted causing y/n to step back. She had never yelled at her like this.

“Okay. I’m sorry.” Y/n whispered as tears grew in her eyes walking towards the door. Y/N never had a mom who was in the picture. Emily was the closest thing, it hurt y/n even more for Emily to say such a thing.

After the argument, the days moved fast and Y/N was getting picked up from practice to go to the hospital.

“She never made it off the table.”

Y/N had just walked in when she heard her Aunt JJ say the words. She never made it off the table.

“Who? Dad? Who died?” Y/n said dropping her bag on the ground.

“Y/n…. Emily died sweetie.” JJ said softly to the girl preparing for her reaction.

“No... NO! I want to see her, please! She’s .. please let me see her JJ.” Y/n screamed as Jennifer pulled the girl into a hug.

The Reid household had struggled for weeks. It was the worst thing the pair had been through until finally, it was some a bit of normalcy again. Spencer was back working and Y/N had returned to school. Everything was okay, y/n visited Emily's grave almost every day to eat and talk with her. It wasn’t the same but it helped y/n.

The morning Emily came back was probably the best morning the Reids had yet. Y/N had won her championship game and school was almost coming to an end.

“Emily would be so proud of you.” Spencer always reminded the girl.

She was walking to her next class when her dad texted her to come to the BAU after school for a small celebration on her win. Y/N was gonna be late due to the fact the team was having a get-together she had to be there for.

At the BAU Hotch was gathering the team to tell them about Emily. After the news broke about Emily, Spencer immediately thought about Y/N. He wanted to tell her on his own. But it was too late, she was already walking through the doors with a smile on her face. Spencer knew this would blow her world up.

Noticing the empty bullpen Y/N walked toward the round table doors before her dad stopped her.

“What’s going on Dad?” Seeing the looks on everyone’s faces through the blinds.

“Y/N you can’t go in there. Okay for your good.”

“Okay fine” deciding not to push her dad to let her go in, “But I have to tell you abo—-“ she was cut off by a familiar voice. A voice she cried wishing she could hear again for weeks. The same voice that reassured her after her first heartbreak.

“Y/N” Emily said causing Y/N head to snap. The pair was frozen staring at each other. They could see the different emotions and thoughts going through the teens head.

“I’m so sorry honey, we had to for my safety,” Emily explained, by this time the entire team was out of the room watching the interaction occur.

“We?” Y/n looked at Emily puzzled, did someone else know she was alive? The teen thought to herself.

“I had to honey so we could keep us all safe, especially your auntie em,” JJ said to the girl hoping she would understand.

Y/N was hurt, JJ and Aaron had been lying to her about Emily being dead. JJ was there to see the aftermath of Emily’s death and never said anything.

“I FUCKING hate you! You saw what it did to me dad and me! And you said nothing.” Y/n yelled at JJ with all the hurt in the world.

Y/n was speechless she had just picked herself up from Emily’s death. Her mental health and grades were just starting to slightly recover.

“Y/n please let me explain,” Emily begged.

“NO! Do you remember our last conversation? What you said to me?” Y/n yelled voice echoing through the bullpen.

“Huh?! Do you? Do you even know what we went through? What I had to go through?” Y/n continued, everyone in the room understanding.

“I couldn’t eat or sleep for WEEKS, my dad was destroyed, and I almost got kicked off the team. God... I wish you were dead.” Y/n stormed off with her dad following behind her. Emily started to follow the two until Spencer turned around.

“Just..give us some time Emily.” He said as nicely as he could. Spencer was just as angry as everyone else in the room but knew he had to be there for his daughter.

The father-daughter pair arrived at home before Spencer could say anything the girl ran to her room and slammed the door. Y/N felt completely betrayed and hurt. She just wanted to disappear.

#Emily Prentiss #Emily Prentiss x daughter #Spencer Reid daughter #Spencer Reid x daughter!reader #Emily Prentiss x daughter!reader #spencer reid dad #spencer reid x daughter #spencer reid imagine

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