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ohgaylor · 1 year

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IT MUST BE EXHAUSTING (AN ANALYSIS)

Hi. Taylor’s the problem. And she knows it. (affectionate)

All right friends. It’s time to dive into an analysis again. I’ve been reflecting on a lot of Midnights and Taylor’s ever-present self-deprecation this era and in my regular fashion, I had to make an extremely long-winded analysis post about a certain motif of hers that I’ve noticed has only grown more apparent this time around. and essentially that is her self-awareness toward her ever-ambiguous signaling in regard to her identity, and where she is positioned in the complicated and delicate journey of coming out, as well as the plethora of emotions that surround that for both herself and her fans and those of us who pick up on the queer coded subtext of her music and art.

to kick off this analysis, may I remind you of this beauty of a quote from Taylor’s 2018 reputation tour pride speech that prefaced Delicate?

I want to send my love and respect to everybody who in their journey and in their life hasn't yet felt comfortable enough to come out ... and may you do that on your own time and may we end up with a world where everyone can live and love equally and no one has to be afraid to say how they feel. When it comes to feelings and when it comes to love and searching for someone to spend your whole life with, it’s all just really really delicate.

That is quite possibly my favorite thing she’s ever said. and what inspired this tag.

Now I need to clarify up front — I am never insinuating a need or even desire for Taylor to come out. Because that’s not our place to say. If you’ve been around my blog long enough, I would hope that nuance would be apparent. I simply point out regular motifs and patterns within her art and how it correlates with queer-coded themes of closets, of almost coming out, of outright queer coding, of rainbows, of keeping a love secret and safe, and on and on and on. The signs are there if you know what to look for (re: “I gave so many signs”) and that’s what I explore on my blog. The point is, I will never demand she come out. But I will stand with her in this complex journey she appears to be on. It’s entirely her journey and however she wishes to navigate that is hers to decide.

but that doesn’t detract from the reality that for those of us who see this beautiful queer subtext of her art and music and visuals and work and self, the ambiguity and constant back-and-forth when it comes to her identity (and the idea of coming out) can in fact be a lot to try and process and understand and ultimately to reconcile as we root for her. Trying to understand where she stands is much like chasing a moving target. (not that she owes any explanation to us, because again, she doesn’t.) her art and creativity are her place of expression and catharsis. however, watching her navigate these complexities and trying to root for her in this sometimes messy space is also, dare I say, exhausting.

hence, the title and general theme of this analysis.

so let’s begin.

First, we have this verse in Anti-Hero which is the perfect setup to illustrate this specific motif,

I should not be left to my own devices They come with prices and vices I end up in crises Tale as old as time

This is essentially the thesis of Taylor’s message, the feeling that her own judgement and actions might be the very cause for certain crises she finds herself in, however enticing those vices and choices may be. In choosing to straddle a glass-closeted lifestyle as an artist at her status and level of fame, all the while heavily queer-coding to her (receptive) audiences, only to be seen by most others as the hallmark of straight women as per her highly publicized bearding, juggling this all can be overwhelming. But it’s also a space that she has essentially curated and perpetuated herself.

An anti-hero is a central character in a narrative who conspicuously lacks heroic, moral qualities:

Although antiheroes may sometimes perform actions that are morally correct, it is not always for the right reasons, often acting primarily out of self-interest or in ways that defy conventional ethical codes.

Identifying herself as the anti-hero in this sense comes as a candid confession, as though she is admitting that maybe she is driven by self-interest. (which again, she is entitled to as we all are in our own lives.) (re: the jokes weren’t funny, I took the money, my friends at home don’t know what to say) Alternatively, and perhaps additionally, acting out of self-interest in this context may mean concealment of parts of her identity for the sake of self-preservation. The nuances behind why she hasn’t chosen to come out are at play here and I doubt any of us can fully comprehend what that is exactly.

I never had the courage of my convictions, as long as danger is near

Pouring out my heart to a stranger but I didn’t pour the whiskey

Combat, I'm ready for combat. I say I don't want that, but what if I do? 'Cause cruelty wins in the movies. I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you … Dark side, I search for your dark side. But what if I'm alright, right, right, right here?

You can easily grasp the intense oscillation as she goes back and forth between these decisions while juggling a myriad of reasons and factors, all of which are incredibly weighted. She knows it’s exhausting for us because it’s that much more exhausting for herself.

So, she elects to pursue a route all too familiar to closeted individuals in the public eye, one of bearding and concealing their identity.

I had some tricks up my sleeve … Perched in the dark, telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear, like it could be love, I could be the way forward, only if they pay for it … the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up

I took the money. My friends from home don't know what to say.

The cost at which this lifestyle comes is worthy of an analysis all on its own. But Taylor seems to be indicating that she has found safety and security in her self-made cages and closets of sorts.

I prefer hiding in plain sight

‘Cause shade never made anybody less gay

If the shoe fits, walk in it 'til your high heels break

My town was a wasteland, full of cages, full of fences*, pageant queens and big pretenders. But for some, it was paradise.

In the darkest little paradise

(also, note the *fences. I’ll come back to that later.)

She brings focus to the fact that her town was full of cages and fences, which initially may carry a negative connotation. But here’s where she turns it around and says that for some, it was place of paradise, that the self-made cages brought security and freedom. That the idea of “forever” is in fact the sweetest con. That the good life she was hustling for through the tricks she had up her sleeve is within grasp. That this could be the way forward. Tell me that doesn’t scream a queer-coded experience?

But knowing Taylor and the complicated nature of this deeply personal topic, there is also a level of remorse regarding the said-cages and choices that had put her in crisis.

I cut off my nose just to spite my face, then hate my reflection for years and years

I’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches I almost said to you

I’d pay if you’d just know me

Now, despite the way she has managed to remain glass-closeted, a large subset of her fans and the general public completely miss what she is signaling in regard to her queerness. (re: “I gave so many signs / you didn’t even see the signs”) but it appears she is feeling some remorse for the devices she’s used and the way she’s navigated things because she knows that she’ll be the one paying for it.

So again, Taylor fully acknowledges she’s the problem. She endlessly dances around the topic, sometimes to an extreme (re: “bent the truth too far tonight,” Bettygate and specifying a male perspective despite widespread interpretation of the alternative; similar thing with Lavendergate, etc etc) She writes from “male perspectives” so as to have a way to write female pronouns. She uses pseudonyms for similar motives. She equates herself with gay pride and places herself adjacent to the community repeatedly, and dances in Gaylor Park and rainbow kaleidoscopes. She dresses in rainbow attire and gives speeches emphasizing the delicacy of coming out and on and on, all while also remaining straight-passing. It’s complicated and messy and indeed exhausting.

sending signals to be double-crossed

I’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror. It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

no doubt these devices and choices have come at a cost. first, the personal cost of remaining closeted (or in the very least, glass closeted) by her own making. The nature by which she has driven her career, of “taking the money” and pursuing a career (and by extension, following heteronormative cultural standards of remaining closeted), all point to the self-made cages she twists in.

recall the Delicate pride speech…

I want to send my love and respect to everybody who in their journey and in their life hasn't yet felt comfortable enough to come out ... and may you do that on your own time

That is a major theme for her. The idea that through a closeted state, certain freedoms can coexist.

We know Taylor has made a point to emphasize the comfort she has found in keeping elements of her life to herself post her apocalyptic summer. And the way she has largely receded her personal life from the public eye is telling. In an effort to protect the “real stuff”, she is withholding from others and has found safety in that.

Privacy sign on the door and on my page and on the whole world, romance is not dead if you keep it just yours.

She knows it’s not always a world that some would choose to be a part of. She describes it as a wasteland, likely desolate, harkening back to cowboy like me. A place where hustling for the good life, perching in the dark as con artists (or pageant queens and big pretenders) and telling all the rich folks anything they want to hear like “it could be love” is all too familiar.

It’s a painful dichotomy she fully explores in The Archer, recognizing that maybe it’s her lot in life to straddle these lines of staying where she is, perched in the dark, while wanting to step into the daylight and let it go.

and that’s where the second cost comes in — in how those of us who see her for what she is signaling herself to be, are ultimately left to ourselves to make sense of it.

It’s the same kind of essence of this fantastic analysis regarding coney island and her apology of not making us certain subsets of her fans and communities her centerfold.

Being left to her own devices, she has ultimately crafted a duplicitous persona, of which she has spoken about specifically when discussing mirrorball…

Everybody else feels like they have to be on for certain people. You have to be different versions of yourself for different people. Different versions at work, different versions around friends, different versions of yourself around different friends. Different version of yourself around family. Everybody has to be duplicitous, or feels that they have to in some ways, be duplicitous. And that’s part of the human experience, but it’s also exhausting. You kind of learn that every one of us has the ability to become a shape-shifter. But what does that do to us?

Is it self-preservation? Or self-made self-destruction? (re: “they told me all of my cages were mental” “what a shame she’s fucked in the head” “lost in the labyrinth of my mind”)

Among the various anxieties that plague her in regard to this subject, Taylor makes one fear very clear. And that is for some inevitable day where we will leave her after we’ve had enough of “her scheming”.

'Cause they see right through me, they see right through me, they see right through. Can you see right through me?

I wake up screaming from dreaming One day I'll watch as you're leaving 'Cause you got tired of my scheming For the last time

These desperate prayers of a cursed man spilling out to you for free, but darling, darling, please, you wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking if you knew where I was walking

Will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

She will get as close as she can to the topic, (“Gay pride… everything that makes me me!” to name just one) only to pull back or leave it ambiguous and devoid of clarity…

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

And I cut off my nose just to spite my face Then I hate my reflection for years and years

…only to feel guilt for skirting around the topic…

You said I was freeloading … I bent the truth too far tonight, I was dancing around, dancing around it … Your picket fence is sharp as knives, I was dancing around, dancing around it

This to me is the a significant price that comes from her being left to her own devices. Yes, there is freedom that comes from closeting/bearding. But glass closeting brings a more painful mess of emotions for both the closet-er and those seeing it for what it is. This is what she addresses in Anti-Hero with painful clarity.

And sometimes this can come at a painful cost. Take YNTCD for example. In this video, she positions herself within the queer community, dancing in Gaylor Park, and boldly declares herself an advocate for LGBTQIA rights.

But as we know, the video was met by many as out-of-touch (re: “freeloading”), performative and whatever else critics were spewing.

motion capture put me in a bad light. I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong. writing letters addressed to the fire

Now for a detour.

I want to talk about the purple / blue / lavender glitter for a minute. Here, in the Directors on Directors interview, Taylor describes the glitter as being a metaphor for herself...

It’s supposed to be a metaphor for like, I bleed glitter, I’m not normal, there’s something wrong with me, I’m not a person, I don’t belong, I don’t fit in anywhere.

Recall how I said chasing a moving target?

Let’s talk about the significance of this scene and a handful of others in terms of the lavender glitter.

[For some queer context regarding glitter]

I’d first like to point out Hayley Kiyoko’s purple glitter jacket above, from the YNTCD video. This is Hayley Kiyoko we’re talking about. The proclaimed Lesbian Jesus. And in this moment, while she is wearing the purple glitter jacket, she is aiming an arrow at a target, signifying The Archer. This moment is key.

And then you have the Miss Americana documentary, wherein Taylor explicitly equates herself with gay pride, while talking about the Me! music video.

It’s a line of dialogue that screams at me with such intensity. Irrefutable. As a film editor, I know that every line in a film is deliberately placed and thought out and meticulously addressed. And therefore we can trust that Taylor intended for this line to make it into the film. I can tell that surrounding dialogue is seemingly trimmed and crafted in a delicate way. And part of that is the very direct statement that “Gay pride…everything that makes me, me!”

And it’s within this music video that we again witness a massive “ME!” literally jumping out at us on screen, in none other than purple glitter.

A handful of others could sense that the conclusion of Miss Americana felt as thought it was headed in a different direction than the one it ultimately took. And that for whatever reason, Taylor’s political advocacy took center stage while a deeper analysis regarding her LGBTQIA advocacy did not.

Cut back to the Anti-Hero music video where we get The Archer aiming right for Taylor, and striking her, causing her to bleed, yet again, purple glitter.

Pierced through the heart but never killed… did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism, like some kind of congressman

My covert (secret) narcissism (ME!) I disguise as altruism like some kind of congressman (the political turn and advocacy present in Miss Americana)

In other words, covering up who she is (“gay pride… everything that makes me me!”) under the guise of a film almost exclusively focused on her journey of discovering her political (“Vote for me for everything” pin) activist voice. And what scene depicts this with near precision???

this one.

motion capture put me in a bad light. I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong. writing letters addressed to the fire

'cause cruelty wins in the movies, I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

The subsequent look on her face of absentminded agony says it all. She knows the confusion that comes from rooting for her as (especially if she is seen as an ally who maybe crosses one too many lines if presumably as straight.)

The inner-turmoil on display for us in The Archer has transformed into a tone all too exhausted in its own right within Anti-Hero. She knows we’re tired. She’s tired too. In a self-deprecating jab, she admits that she is the problem and she knows that everybody ultimately agrees with her on this. Shielded within a pop anthem, her vulnerability is on display. And so, in Dear Reader, with equal parts desperation as well as wit, she concludes…

You should find another guiding light, guiding light. But I shine so bright.

And so it is ultimately within this utterly messy, exhausting, complicated, ever-changing and nuanced journey that Taylor reaches out to those of us who do in fact see through her and who ultimately simply see her, that she asks us in all sincerity…

Who could stay? Who could stay? Who could stay? You could stay.

And I, for one, will stay.

[enjoy my other analyses here]

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pastanest · 1 year

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @rosieathena - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

Familiar Face

“What about you, kid, did you have a crush in school?” Derek asks Spencer, a natural progression considering everyone on the team had already discussed their school crushes. Even Penelope joined in from the computer screen. It‘s a long flight, they have time.

The image of you enters Spencer’s mind as soon as the question is asked.

“No, I didnt.” He answers, the picture of you seeming to grow until it envelopes all of his thoughts.

Emily raises an eyebrow. “I think someone is telling a lie!”

This peaks the entire team’s interest, all of them leaning forward in their seats, profiling him expertly in terrifying silence.

“Alright, alright! There was a girl I had feelings for!” Spencer admits defeat under the deadly gaze of his friends, who all smile in joint victory.

“Come on kid, you’ve gotta tell us more!” Derek says, already prepared to tease the genius to no end.

Spencer sighs. “She was my best friend. My only friend, actually. Nobody could really...stand to be around me, nobody my own age, back then. The only reason I wasnt mercilessly bullied was because of her, she so fiercely defended me all the time.” He laughs fondly, losing himself to thoughts of you. “She was always much smaller than me, but she was fearless. We used to play imaginary games where we were both police officers chasing bad guys; it was her who inspired me to want to pursue a career like this. Before her, the bad guys scared me. My mom loved her, and she loved my mom, they were always laughing together whenever she came over. I can distinctly remember my heart stopping when our imaginary police games got particularly dramatic and she’d grab my hand, for just a few seconds I was allowed to believe I had a chance with her.” Spencer shakes his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts and clearing his throat. “But that was a long time ago, she has most likely forgotten all about me.”

He looks down at the case file in his hands and pretends to read it while the team exchange glances. He did his best to reveal as little personal information possible about you, so that they have no way of finding you and forcing you to see him again, but he couldnt help still feeling worried.

It had been a while since Spencer had thought of you. His mind drifted to you every so often, but he only ever let himself very shallowly recall memories of you, he wouldnt dare relive them properly. But after talking about you aloud for the first time in so many years, the dam was broken, and his mind was flooded.

Not only does he recall how his heart stopped when you held his hand, he remembers the way you’d grin every time you saw him, even if you’d only spent an hour without him. Spencer recites the countless facts he remembered specifically to tell you. He remembers every word you ever told him, from the day you met when the two of you were five years old, until the day he graduated high school at 12 and had to leave for college.

That day in kindergarten, you left the other kids you were playing with so that you could go and sit with little Spencer, who was reading a book by himself. You introduced yourself and asked him to read to you, which became an ongoing tradition in your friendship, up until the day you cried into each other before he had to leave for college. You told him you adored him, that you’d do everything in your power to stay in touch with him, and then you kissed him. Neither him nor you had ever addressed any feelings outside of friendship, and even then, neither of you said anything. It was your shared first kiss.

Spencer remembers every detail of every incident when you physically jumped in front of him to protect him from school bullies. He counted six times that you got called to the principal’s office for punching, kicking and biting people that were mean to him. It would always be Spencer who pulled you away from a fight and held you back, you werent scared at all. He remembers when you got a black eye in a particular incident protecting him, he felt so guilty that he threw up and tried to avoid you, because he thought you’d be safer and happier without him. But you found him, you always did, and you told him you’d break every bone in your body if it meant he would be safe. That was one of the moments, one of many, that made him fall so hard for you.

A week passed, a week of Spencer daydreaming of you in the same way he did all those years ago. None of the team had brought you up again, which gave him just as much relief as it did stress; he couldnt tell if they were planning something or if they’d simply moved on. Regardless, the team’s focus is presently on a case of a missing child. This case is only a short drive away, no flight necessary, which was the only pleasantry of this case.

“We contacted a CARD team investigator to assist us on this case.” Aaron briefs the team as they enter the station, and everyone nods.

The CARD team, Child Abduction Response Deployment, works to recover victims as quickly as possible and helps apprehend those responsible for taking them. There are only 60 or so agents who make up the CARD team, stationed at field offices and assigned to one of five regional teams. They are seasoned veterans of crimes against children, especially child abductions, and have received extensive training. While some local law enforcement agencies may only work one or two child abduction cases a year, CARD team agents work these kinds of cases all the time, keeping their unique skill set honed.

An officer approaches Aaron. “Agent (Y/L/N) has already started interrogating the first person on the local sex offenders list.”

Hotch nods. “Rossi, you and Prentiss speak to the first victim’s family. JJ and Derek, go and speak to Addie’s parents.” He instructs, referring to the child currently missing. “Reid and I will assist Agent (Y/L/N) with interrogations.”

Spencer feels his mouth dry up, Agent (Y/L/N)? It couldnt be, could it? The probability of that coincidence is far too low, it isnt logical, only hopeful.

The team splits up, with Spencer and Aaron heading to the interrogation room. The CARD investigator has her back to the window, sitting opposite a particularly seedy looking middle aged man.

“How many times are you and I going to meet in these circumstances, Mr. Williams?” She says, a hint of sass mixed into her authoritative tone.

“As many times as you jump to suspect me the second a kid goes missing!” Mr. Wiliams snaps back, raising his voice.

Although Spencer cant see her face, he can practically hear her raise an eyebrow sarcastically as she laughs. “Oh, you overestimate yourself, Mr. Williams. You are simply the first name on the list, there are plenty of other creeps far more capable of such a professionally executed crime. As far as Im concerned, you’re an amateur.”

Spencer smiles slightly. Hotch looks at him.

“She’s good, isnt she?”

Spencer nods. “She’ll break him in no time.”

He cant help recognising her voice as somewhat familiar, but he discards it as his mind playing tricks on him.

“Garcia said she’s quoted as the best CARD investigator in her regional team, if not the best of them all. In every case she’s worked, she’s found every child, and found them alive.”

Spencer frowns slightly, looking to Hotch. “Why did Garcia do a background check on a CARD investigator?”

There’s a flicker of panic in Aaron’s eyes, but he immediately regains composure. “She’d heard of Agent (Y/L/N) prior to this, in various articles Garcia likes to read about children who were reunited with their parents after being kidnapped. She hoped to join us on this case so that she could befriend the investigator.”

Spencer nods, that does sound like Penelope. But he couldnt shake the feeling that something was off. Penelope had never mentioned an Agent (Y/L/N) before.

“You’re obsessed with me!” Mr. Williams scoffs. “Even though Im in therapy for my inappropriate attractions, I’d rather have my dick cut off with a butter knife than sleep with you!”

The CARD investigator laughs at that, she really laughs, dramatically wiping tears from her eyes.

“Oh, now you’ve dug yourself a hole!” She says as she rises from her seat, placing her palms flat on the interrogation table and leaning over to him. “I’ve got a game for you. Why dont you go ahead and give me a list of women who would sleep with a man who can only get it up for little kids? Oh, wait, sorry, Im getting you confused with pedophiles who can get it up in the first place. You missed that train, didnt you? I also think you’re forgetting who was at your court case, and who saw the naked pictures of you that were passed around the court.” She chuckles, shaking her head dismissively as she walks around the table and leans over him from the side, her hair shielding her face from Spencer’s view.

“Sweetheart, my pinky finger would give me more satisfaction!” Agent (Y/L/N) cheers.

Mr. Williams tugs at his handcuffs, and she laughs harder.

“You’re really gonna try that with me? Do you WANT to go back in a cell? From what I remember, the other inmates dont take kindly to people like you, but Im sure you know that from your own experience, right?” She leans closer to him, Mr. Williams shrinking away from her. “Where were you at 3pm on Tuesday the 13th?” She tucks her hair behind her ear, and Spencer’s blood runs cold.

It’s you.

He knew it, the moment he heard your name, heard your voice, your laugh, he just didnt want to admit it!

“How did you find her?” Spencer asks, his voice stern.

“Garcia.” Hotch replies, neither of the men looking at each other.

Spencer nods and speed walks away, feeling his entire body heating up until he steps outside the building. He feels lightheaded, dizzy, like he’s dreaming. Before he knows it, his phone is pressed to his ear.

“You’ve reached the desk of the one and only sex goddess-“

Spencer cuts Penelope off. “How did you find her?”

He hears her swallow nervously. “W-Well, you graduated early, so I knew there was no point looking in yearbooks, but there were school pictures from before then...she was always stood next to you.”

Spencer sighs, Penelope doesnt say anything else, and he knows why. She’s worried that he’s angry with her, but he could never be. He knows that the team put her up to it for that exact reason: Garcia is the only person on the team he cant hold a grudge against, because her intentions are always nothing but kind. Without her needing to say it, Spencer knows she found you because she saw how happy he was just talking about you, she wanted to reunite the two of you. Set him up with someone that he already knew, or did, many years ago. And for that, he cant be upset with her.

“I havent seen her since I was 12, what do I say?” Spencer asks, truly lost in a situation he had not prepared himself for.

He can hear the relief in Penelope’s voice at his response. “Just be yourself! That worked when you were kids, so it’ll work now!”

Spencer looks over the door of the police station. “How can you know that?”

The smile on Penelope’s face is obvious. “You both ended up catching the bad guys.”

Spencer cant help but smile, too. It’s a strange bit of reassurance, and he appreciates it more than he can say. “Thank you.”

Penelope squeals. “Go get her!”

Then she hangs up, causing Spencer to laugh as he tucks his phone back in his pocket. He takes a few deep breaths as he stares at the door, hyping himself up before he nods to himself and walks back inside. Determination fills him as he makes his way back to the interrogation room, but the determination melts when he sees you talking with Hotch in the entrance hall. He had anticipated he’d have a few more seconds to mentally prepare, but that was gone, and so was his confidence. Spencer stops dead in his tracks, frozen to the spot.

You and Hotch smile as you talk, your eyes distracted from him by something you couldnt figure out, until they glanced at the door. Your expression fell into one of utter disbelief. Wide eyes approach Spencer at a pace that could slow time itself. Once you’re close enough, you lift your hand at the same snail speed, gently touching his cheek with your fingertips.

“Is it really you?” You whisper, such a quiet contrast to the confidence in the interrogation room.

Spencer nods, parting his mouth to speak, but then your face begins to change. A smile forms, blooming into a grin until he recognises it as the same smile you’d always give him, and quite suddenly all words lose their meaning. No amount of syllables or sentences could come close to a justified description of your beauty.

“Well, let me start by saying with complete confidence that my childhood crush on you has transcended its previous laws.” You say, blushing slightly at your own confession.

“How so?” Spencer asks with a small smile.

“Childhood crushes are supposed to end when childhood does, but here I am!” You declare, playfully mad at him.

He laughs. “Last time I saw you, you very unfairly put me in a state of shock that made me mute for an entire day.”

Your eyes widen with concern. “I did? Why!?! How!?!”

Spencer sighs. “You kissed me, and as soon as you did I couldnt function.”

“And why is that unfair?” You ask teasingly, grinning again.

“You rendered me physically incapable of responding appropriately!” Spencer states in joking accusation.

You raise an eyebrow, processing the sentiment behind his words. You take a step closer to him, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. “Well, what’s a 20 year break in a conversation? I’d gladly continue it! A little less sadly this time around though, if possible.”

Spencer leans in. “Oh, that’s definitely possible.” He mumbles quietly, half a second before your lips meet his.

Spencer’s hands go to your waist, then to the small of your back, then your hips, while yours run through his hair and hold him to you, not that he’d ever try to escape. Your lips collide in the most gorgeous way, dancing together wordlessly, perfectly detailling the extent of your yearning for each other. You pull away, panting, and Spencer feels himself swell with pride noticing how impressed you are. Maybe waiting 20 years to kiss you back was good, since he got some practise in before the final test. Seeing you still recovering from his kiss, he finds confidence he never would’ve found without you.

“So, dinner tonight?”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #imagine #imagines #x reader #criminal minds #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon

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use-your-imagination98 · 3 months

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GH Couples Inspired By Taylor Swift Songs

Had this in my drafts for FOREVER. thought it was a good time to post it haha.

Alan and Monica: The Last Great American Dynasty

And they said

"There goes the last great American dynasty"

"Who knows if she never showed up, what could've been"

Luke and Laura: My Tears Ricochet

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

'Til my dying day

Luke and Tracy: Better Man

I know

I’m probably better off all alone

Than needing a man who could

Change his mind at any given minute

Laura and Scotty: New Year’s Day

Please don't ever become a stranger

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Laura and Kevin: Lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Kevin and Lucy: Delicate

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

Frisco and Felicia: Closure

Yes, I'm doing better

I know that it's over, I don't need your

Closure

Mac and Felicia: Ours

And life makes love look hard

The stakes are high, the water's rough

But this love is ours

Robert and Anna: It's Nice to Have a Friend

Call my bluff, call you "babe"

Have my back, yeah, everyday

Anna and Valentin: Sparks Fly

My mind forgets to remind me, your a bad idea

You touch me once and it's really something

You find I'm even better than you, imagined I would be

Sonny and Brenda: The 1

But we were something, don't you think so?

Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool

And if my wishes came true

It would've been you

Sonny and Carly: Haunted

You and I walk a fragile line

I have known it all this time

Sonny and Alexis: Blank Space

So hey, let's be friends

I'm dying to see how this one ends

Stone and Robin: Sad Beautiful Tragic

We had a beautiful magic love there

What a sad beautiful tragic love affair

Robin and Patrick: This Love

This love is good

This love is bad

This love is alive back from the dead

Lucky and Elizabeth: Tolerate It

While you were out building other worlds, where was I?

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

Nikolas and Emily: Happiness

There'll be happiness after you

But there was happiness because of you

Nikolas and Elizabeth: Dress

Our secret moments in your crowded room

They've got no idea about me and you

Ned and Alexis: Stay Stay Stay

You took the time to memorize me

My fears, my hopes and dreams

I just like hanging out with you

All the time

Alexis and Julian: Death By A Thousand Cuts

I get drunk but it's not enough

'Cause you're not my baby

I look through the windows of this love

Even though we boarded them up

LuLu and Dante: Wildest Dreams

Someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow you around

Sam and Jason: It’s Time To Go

15 years, 15 million tears

Begging 'til my knees bled

I gave it my all, he gave me nothing at all

Then wondered why I left

Sam and Dante: Cardigan

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

Chase and Brook Lynn: Mastermind

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates

And all the stars aligned

You and I ended up in the same room

At the same time

Spencer and Trina: Invisible String

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

Cameron and Jossyln: Karma

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

You're terrified to look down

'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare

Of everyone you burned just to get there

Elizabeth and Franco: Red

Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes

Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go

Maxie and Nathan: Enchanted

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon

#general hospital #gh #quartermaines #Laura Webber #Luke Spencer #Anna Devane #Robert Scorpio #LnL2 #more GH couples #bored and this came to mind #sprina #naxie #friz #sorry for some bad gif quality #some of these I have STANNED #others are just popular ships

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incomprehensiblelentils · 1 year

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I posted 4,186 times in 2022

That's 590 more posts than 2021!

89 posts created (2%)

4,097 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@purlturtle

@mystery-ink

@theomenroom

@loved-the-stars-too-fondly

@jenny-dreadful

I tagged 3,421 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#fuck - 247 posts

#lmao - 171 posts

#animals - 163 posts

#art - 158 posts

#stories - 151 posts

#omfg - 141 posts

#eels - 128 posts

#goncharov - 102 posts

#the magnus archives - 91 posts

#oh my god - 81 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#lol my college roommate’s dad said ‘’i feel like you’re hiding something bc you keep looking around the room while you talk and not at me’’

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hey how fucking dare Jake just casually say “tell me your feelings and I’ll tell you I need you” IN A SHORT REST WHILE NOT ACTUALLY RP’ING AS HARDWON AND NOBODY COMMENTED ON IT I’M????????????? just casually busting out one of the most romantic lines I’ve ever heard like it’s nothing Jesus Christ

50 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

If I ever write a sex scene that doesn’t involve some element of praise kink, it’d be one of those “things I post to clue my followers in that I’ve been kidnapped” memes

77 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

I lost the post I was trying to reblog about how it’s sexist of fandom to make jokes about the token lady character of a particular media being the Braincell Holder of the male-majority group, but what I was gonna say was the great thing about NADDpod is that in every single campaign the Braincell Holder is absolutely NOT the lady PC under any circumstances. Emily Axford would NEVER

77 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

i need recommendations for some lesbian movies. My wife wants to watching something gay, but is tired of gay men's movies

oh gosh I am so sorry I'm just now getting to this - I was out of town the whole weekend and got back yesterday evening, when my brain was melting out my ears from the heat. without further ado!

I have categorized this list into a few sections:

Well-Made/"Good" Movies I Can Vouch For

Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019): you have probably heard of this, but in case you haven't, it's a French historical drama about a painter who is commissioned to do a wedding portrait for a reluctant bride-to-be. It's lush, emotional, bittersweet, and breathtakingly shot. Content warnings: mention of a minor character's suicide, brief abortion scene featuring a secondary character, one scene of the leads doing drugs together.

Saving Face (2004): This is a lovely film about a young Chinese surgeon who is juggling her secret relationship with the drama her mother causes. Content warnings: intergenerational trauma.

Carol (2014): Again, you've probably heard of this one - it's another historical drama, this one based on Patricia Highsmith's novel The Price of Salt. A young aspiring photographer is captivated by a mysterious woman named Carol. After Portrait came out I find myself not as enamored of this one (I think Rooney Mara is not very good in it lmao), but it's a lovely film worth a watch. Content warnings: period-typical homophobia, Carol's shitty husband.

The Half of It (2020): From the director of Saving Face, this is a high-school coming of age movie inspired by Cyrano de Bergerac, in which a second-generation Chinese girl ends up volunteering to write love letters to her crush, "from" the jock who is also in love with said crush. Some really beautiful stuff about immigrant Chinese families in here, and I was really touched by the friendship between the two leads. Content warnings: racism, homophobia, bullying, intergenerational trauma.

Professor Marston and the Wonder Women (2017): This is based on the life of William Marston, creator of Wonder Woman, and his partners Elizabeth and Olive. I am given to understand that the relationship between the two women was probably not romantic IRL, but I really love the way the movie treats both the triad and the women as a couple. I also think the BDSM stuff is cute. Content warnings: age gap/power differential romance (two professors and their TA), homophobia including a brief violent attack, brief cancer subplot towards the end of the film.

Summerland (2020): A WWII movie about the bond between a reclusive writer and the young boy she is reluctantly forced to care for due to the London evacuations. I will spoil this for you because it gave me severe anxiety: the lesbians both live to the end, and they get to raise their son together! My main complaint is not enough Gugu Mbatha-Raw. Content warnings: WWII imagery/setting, parent death (offscreen but significant part of the plot), brief child peril.

The Favourite (2018): This is a weird little black comedy about two cousins who are vying to be the favored paramour of Queen Anne in 18th century Britain. It's some fun fucked-up drama. Content warnings: animal abuse/death (toward the end of the film), manipulation, non-consensual drugging.

I Can't Think Straight (2008): I haven't seen this one since college but I remember liking it - it's about two women, one Palestinian and one Indian, who meet and fall in love despite unlikely circumstances. Content warnings: cheating (one character is engaged to a man).

V For Vendetta (2005) - in case you forgot, this has lesbians! Content warnings: torture, attempted sexual assault, hanging, child death, panic attack, homophobia/dead lesbians

Birds of Prey (2020) - Harley Quinn is canonically bisexual! Also I love this movie. Content warnings: cartoonish violence, graphic torture including of a child, child death (implied/heard), implied sexual assault by the villain (of a minor character).

Booksmart (2019): High school comedy about two best friends who decide they're sick of being dweebs and want to go to a cool party before they graduate. I think it's largely delightful and I love the lesbian character's story. However, the subplot with the teacher who has sex with her (19yo) student is BAD and I won't defend it, nor will I judge anyone for wanting to skip based on that. Content warnings: extended non-con drugged sequence (played for laughs/nothing bad happens to them), aforementioned age gap/power differential romance (secondary characters).

But I'm a Cheerleader (1999): Clea Duvall and Natasha Lyonne star in a satire of conversion therapy camps, also featuring young Dante Basco. Personally I think it keeps things light and silly enough not to trigger me with the religious rhetoric. Content warnings: conversion camp setting and corresponding conservative Christian rhetoric, general homophobia, uh, RuPaul is here at one point?

In the Heights (2021): This movie is very much not perfect, chiefly for the colorism in the casting choices. BUT I like that Daniela and Carmen are gay now. Content warnings: racism, prejudice against undocumented individuals, grandparent death.

Movies I Think You Should Watch Maybe - Are They Good? I Couldn't Say!

D.E.B.S. (2004): This is a deeply silly movie about an all-girls' spy school in which the star pupil falls in love with international supercriminal Lucy Diamond, directed by queer icon Angela Robinson and featuring lesbian grandma Holland Taylor as the headmaster. Content warnings: cartoonish (PG-13) gun violence.

Imagine Me & You (2005): This was baby's first f/f movie for me, and so it has a very special place in my heart even though it is Problematic because it's about a lady cheating on her husband with Lena Headey, and also nobody remembered bisexuality exists so they say "lesbian" pretty exclusively and that sucks. Lena Headey and Piper Perabo are so good together though, and I genuinely like everyone in this movie. Content warnings: cheating (one character is married to a man).

Happiest Season (2020): Do not @ me this is MY movie!!! Kristen and Mackenzie are PERFECT. Content warnings: homophobia, manipulative behavior, one weirdly intense interrogation scene with mall cops that frankly should've been cut, mentioned fish death.

A Simple Favor (2018): This movie...it is batshit. If you like trashy drama, you will probably like this movie! Linda Cardellini plays a lesbian artist and I love her so much. Content warnings: manipulation, murder, incest (adult half-siblings not raised together), intense discussion of murder-suicide, gun violence

The Falling (2014): This movie is also batshit and not good, but I need more people to watch it, because I've seen it four times and I have no idea what it's trying to say. It features Maisie Williams and Florence Pugh as British boarding school teens who have an intense "friendship" and then suddenly everyone in the school starts having collective fainting spells. Please, I just need to find the person out there who gets what this movie is doing so they can explain it to me. Content warnings: unexplained medical issues (fainting), seizures, incest (consensual? sex scene), attempted suicide, grief, discussion of sexual assault and trauma therein (secondary character)

A New York Christmas Wedding (2020): This movie is ALSO batshit in a completely different way than the other two, and again, I need someone to explain it to me. It's, uh, sort of It's a Wonderful Life but with a bisexual heroine, and some batshittery along the way? Content warnings: suicide (secondary character), teen pregnancy, weird pro-life vibes, parent death, way too much church, homophobia, Chris Noth

Movies I Haven't Yet Seen Which Have Been Recc'd To Me

Crush (2022)

Pariah (2011)

Ma Rainey's Black Bottom (2020)

Fear Street Trilogy (2021)

The Handmaiden (2016)

149 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Wild mass guessing about the theme of the Dimension 20 sidequest being announced tomorrow, loosely ranked from most to least likely with reasoning:

Fairy tale remix (this has been thrown around as a suggestion in fandom before, just seems like a fun idea)

Superheroes (potentially with the Masks system, though I know Chapter and Multiverse is doing a shorter campaign with that system right now)

Unsleeping City spin-off, possibly prequel with mentioned characters (not sure if Brennan would want someone else DMing in this world, I just think it would be neat)

Horror survival campaign (PVP/permadeath more likely with guest players, but might be too intense/dark for the D20 brand. BUT Brennan just DM’d EXU Calamity and was a goddamn nightmare over there)

Mice and Murder s2 with partial or all new cast (possibly new DM, but unsure how popular s1 was comparatively)

Misfits and Magic s2 (Erika and Aabria are very busy but four episodes could’ve been filmed in a couple weekends at most)

Real Housewives RPG DM’d by Izzy Roland (funniest possible option; extremely unlikely)

Warrior cats (I lied. this is the funniest possible option)

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#LMAO at goncharov sneaking in there at the last second #also delighted ppl like my naddpod shitposting

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bebepac · 2 years

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Snow Day! ❄

I am participating in @wackydrabbles prompt # 131 I don’t feel so good will be in bold.

This is also day 25 of @choicesjanuarychallenge2022 for delivery.

The Series: Mia’s 🌎 World The Book: Crossover: TRR x The Freshman Series Pairing: Mia x Jaiden (TRR MC x M!OC) / Freshman MC (Emily) x Chris Word Count: 1385 Warnings and Ratings: Profanity and sexual innuendo / Teen

Song Inspiration: We’ll Be Alright by Travie McCoy.

Original Post: 1/25/22 at 4:47PM EST

A/N: Recently my area has been hit with a lot of snow lately which has one caused us to have inclement weather plans at work, and I had to bring it out with this funny little story, aka poking fun at the south a bit for our insanity we get when snow comes. I’m a transplant here, so I know what a real snow is. and I know this is far from it.

Don’t be hating on our baby snow. But this is truly quite the weather event here in North Carolina!!!!

I will be also talking about the “Jeep Wave” which I have found to be a very real thing. In 2019, I had a Jeep as a rental car for a month while my car was in the body shop getting repairs. Also the Jeep people to go off roading just because.

And last but not least the infamous snow day. Snow Days don’t bring the same splendor to most adults as they did when you were a child. For me when the weather calls for snow, I get nervous, because of my job in Healthcare, it is very rare that we close. Snow is not bad to drive on, it’s the Ice, and when things start melting and freezing back up, hitting a patch of black ice can be a scary thing. So here’s to one of the few snow days I got to enjoy this go round because, I am on vacation. It was a good feeling not worrying about the already crazy drivers in North Carolina, and then adding snow and ice on top of that. As mentioned before, a lot of my Mia’s World content, is honestly based off of my college experiences. So even though I’ve made up the names of the characters, most of this is factual.

Hope you enjoy the Snow Day I talk about here.

Jaiden laughed as he watched the weather report.

"What's so funny?" Mia asked.

"Two to three inches of snow has North Carolina in a panic?!?! Snowmageddon, are they serious right now?"

"Hey not all of us are used to blizzards, Jai. The world shuts down here when we get snow. You don’t know what happened during our last really major snow. There are memes because of it now. Google snowmaggedon nc memes.”

Mia took our her phone showing Jaiden a picture.

“That’s a real picture Jai. That’s Glenwood Avenue a few miles away from Crabtree Valley Mall heading towards Brier Creek.”

“Why is there a car on fire?”

“Because it’s North Carolina, we don’t do snow here. And everyone rushes to the store for bread, milk and eggs."

Jaiden continued looking confused.

"Is French toast a winter storm food here or something?"

"No?"

"But then if you lose power, what are you gonna eat? Milk sandwiches and eggs you can’t cook? It doesn't make sense."

Mia thought for a second.

"You're right Jai, it really doesn't make sense."

"Why aren't you setting your alarm?"

"Because class is going to be canceled tomorrow."

"For two inches of snow? Mia, come on!"

Jaiden laughed even harder.

"When I was a kid in New York, walking home from school, I fell through a snow drift and the snow was waist high. Snow was not an excuse to be out of school."

"And I bet you walked ten miles to school all uphill and barefoot too right?"

"Now you sound like my Dad, Mia. But you’re right.” He kissed her nose. “I’m still going to set my alarm though. You might be wrong.”

Mia wasn’t wrong. The next day class was canceled due to snow.

“Guess we’re going back to sleep for a bit.”

When they woke up again, it had finally stopped snowing and there was even more on the ground.

Emily knocked on the door, before she walked in.

“Are you guys decent?” Emily had her hand over her eyes in case.

“Yes we’re decent, and that was one time, and you didn’t knock. That was your own damn fault.”

Emily peeked cautiously around her fingers.

“Just making sure I don’t see your boyfriend’s ass, again. No offense to your ass Jaiden."

Jaiden shrugged his shoulders.

"None taken."

"But I already have a boyfriend that has an ass, that can also be one when he wants to be.”

“Hey I heard that!!!” Chris screamed from her room.

“There’s a snowball fight at the quad in thirty. Teams of four. Get dressed.”

It didn’t take Jaiden long to get dressed. Mia however was putting on layer after the layer of clothes. She had on her jeans, two pairs of socks, boots, two shirts, her winter coat hat, scarf and mittens.

“Mia, it’s not that cold outside.” Jaiden chuckled.

“Again, Jai, not all of us are used to two degrees, and blizzards.”

“Then I'll keep you warm, my little snow bunny.” He pulled Mia by her scarf closer to him, kissing her lips softly. Mia melted into his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I feel warmer already.”

“And getting you out of all that later will be like unwrapping a present.”

His grip tightened on her hips.

“Jai stop, if you don’t, we’ll miss the snowball fight.”

There were lots of students out on the quad by the time they all got there. And at first, the game was organized. Teams going against each other and then things just unraveled. Everyone was just having fun. Throwing snowballs haphazardly with no team goal or winning in mind.

Snow angels and snowmen were beginning to be built.

“We could dress our snowman in a layer of your clothes Mia. Promise you’d still be warm.”

“Not funny Jai.”

“Emily too, she has on eighty five layers of clothes right now.”

“Ohhh you’re so funny Chris. You should try stand-up.”

“I don’t know why we let them pick on us so much, Em.”

“You know the guys that picked on you in school are the ones that like you.” Chris said, kissing Emily’s cheek.

“Then you boys loooooooooovvveeeee us!”

“Enough to get you some hot chocolate.”

“Yessssss! Our heroes!!!!”

After enjoying hot chocolate, Mia thought they were heading back inside.

“Want to go sledding?”

“On what? We don’t have sleds.”

“I have an idea. Come on Chris. We’ll be back in a few.”

A few minutes later Jaiden and Chris came back holding two mail baskets each from Jaiden’s work study job in the mail room.

“These will work, and they have handles for us to hold onto.”

“Well what do you know Mia? I didn’t think our guys could find it, but they did.”

“Find what?”

“The thousand and first way to die. I’m not sliding down a hill in that.”

“I don’t feel so good.” Mia shook her head.

“I mean it should work. I’ll go first and prove it.”

Jaiden the tallest of them all had contorted himself to sit in the mail basket.

Chris gave him a push and Jaiden sailed down the hill screaming.

“Okay that looks like fun, I’m going next.” Emily screeched, snatching Chris's bin.

Jaiden was running up the hill as Emily started down, unable to control the basket, she was heading right towards him.

"FOUR!!!!!" She screamed, as Jaiden leaped out of the way. Mia and Chris were laughing at the top of the hill.

"She's screaming four like it's golf!!!"

"Your face Jai when you thought she was going to hit you!"

Mia went next squealing in delight down the hill, against her fears.

"I'm so glad you did this Mia."

"Me too. This was a good idea."

Jaiden kissed her. " You're freezing Mia."

"You're not, come closer."

She pulled him closer to her, and Jaiden gave her a tight hug and rubbed her shoulders and arms to give her more warmth.

"Let's get inside and order pizza and watch some movies."

They all trudged inside into the warm heat, as Mia sat on the bed to order the pizzas.

"Jai, it's a two hour wait for delivery. I don't want to wait 2 hours for lunch. Let's go to the cafeteria to eat instead, and eat now, I'm hungry."

"No, order the pizzas, we're just gonna go pick it up instead. We'll take Rubi."

"Are you sure about this Jai?"

"Don't I always keep you safe Mia?"

"Yes, even when I am flying down a hill in a mail bin."

"Rubi can get us anywhere."

As they were driving Mia noticed Jai casually wave to people. It took her a few minutes to realize he was only waving to fellow jeep owners.

"Are you waving to just Jeep owners?"

"It's a jeep thing. It's the jeep wave. It's legit."

"I can't with you."

"What?!? it's for real!"

"Okay, if you ever get a jeep you'll notice it too. And you better wave."

"Old Blue will never die. But if she ever does, I'll keep that in mind."

They picked up the pizzas, and the only slide that was experienced was when Jaiden slipped a bit hopping out of Rubi heading into the Pizzeria.

Jaiden drove up on what was the grass and parked his vehicle right outside the dormitory to open the door for Mia.

"What are you doing?!?"

"Curbside drop-off isn't good enough for my lady, in this weather."

"Jaiden Brooks, I am so lucky you're my boyfriend."

"And don't you forget it." He winked and smiled as Mia feigned anger and gently shoved him.

He helped Mia take the pizza and sodas inside, and when Jaiden came back a security guard was standing beside his vehicle.

"You can't park here kid."

"I know, I just wanted to make sure my girlfriend got inside safely. I'm moving now."

Jaiden moved his vehicle back to the student parking lot and headed back to the dorm.

Mia smiled when he walked in.

"Oh thank God FINALLY! She made us all wait for you, before we could dig in."

"Yeah, he drove to get food in Snowmageddon for us. Jai you're totally on my Zombie Apocalypse team."

"Oh my god! Can you stop stroking his ego already?" Emily laughed, grabbing for pizza.

"As long as she strokes something else later after I unwrap my present."

Mia playfully hit Jaiden's shoulder.

"Why is your mind so dirty Jai!!!!"

"I told you Mia, it's always the good guys you have to worry about."

Later that evening finally alone, and the bathroom door locked, so Emily or Chris couldn't come through, Jaiden and Mia indulged in some well deserved alone time.

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donald4spiderman · 3 years

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The City

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Summary: Reader is thinking about moving to California. Spencer’s determined to get her to stay.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Category: Fluff (angst if you squint)

**Inspired by Ben’s poetic confession in Parks and Recreations, S3E14**

Here’s a draft i forgot to post

**not edited yet**

Spencer’s POV

As a profiler, I’ve mastered the observation and analysis of behavior— we all have.

Picking the minds of serial killers is second nature— so why is it so hard for me to figure out why (Y/N) is behaving so strangely?

In the recent months, her witty and charming energy has dwindled into a lethargic imitation. Whether she’d admit it or not— (Y/N) can be extremely enthusiastic about certain things— especially our job.

So, when I watch her drag her feet, inch by inch, into the BAU each morning, It’s hard to contain my concern.

I know Morgan has noticed, and I’m sure everyone else has too. They’re probably just too scared to say anything. (Y/N) doesn’t enjoy people prying into her private life, so we all stay a comfortable distance away.

I watch her a lot... more than I’d like to admit. It’s hard to be unaware of her nervous behaviors— the nail biting, hair twisting, skin picking— I practically have enough data to make a correlation graph. I can tell when she’s upset, and it’s happening more than usual.

(Y/N) has always been kind to me. Even when I was at the peak of my stammering, slicked-back hair phase, she treated me with more respect than I deserved. I can only imagine how awkward I must’ve been (or, still am), and I thank her for not belittling me.

I guess I’m validating the Benjamin Franklin Effect when I say this— but I feel like I owe it to her to ask what’s wrong. Over the years I’ve built up (arguably) the closest friendship with her, so it only makes sense for me to bite the bullet for the team.

It’s partially due to the fact that I’ve developed a slight (if not major) crush over time, but who wouldn’t? A gorgeous, intelligent, quick-witted women is kryptonite for any person. Our conversations are always stimulating, she gives the best advice, and she’s always there to comfort a team member.

So, it pains me to see her struggle through a paperwork day. I wish she would reach out to anyone for help, but it’s not in her nature.

“H-Hi.” I smile as I approach her desk. Her tired eyes look up at me, and she smiles back.

“Hey, Reid. What’s up?

I rub the back of my neck nervously. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Morgan and Emily watching me struggle to form a sentence. They giggle as they watch.

“I-I was... um. D-do you want to get coffee with m-me? Not now! I mean— after work!” Morgan stumbles out of the bullpen, barely containing his laugh. I must sound pathetic.

(Y/N) nods hesitantly, “S-sure. I don’t know why you want to get coffee with me, but I’m free.”

“Really?” My surprise shocks her. “T-that’s gr-great! I can drive you!”

She chuckled, “I think I’d rather drive us. I’m pretty sure you can’t drive a mile without hitting a curb.”

I nod fervently. “Sounds good.”

As I make my way back to my desk, I send a glare in Emily’s direction as she continues to smirk at me.

(Y/N) grabs an empty table in the café, and we sit down, huddling close to our warm drinks. She orders a cinnamon latte, I order a black coffee with an unhealthy amount of sugar.

I place the drinks down. “Did you know that cinnamon is shown to reduce systolic blood pressure. It’s commonly used in South Asia and works by dilating blood vessel.”

She nods, “Surprisingly, I did know that. You’re gonna have to teach me something else, Doc.” I laugh in response, enjoying the relaxation that radiates off of her.

“I feel like we don’t get to, um, t-talk as much as I would like to.” My words get caught in my throat and she gives me a lopsided smile.

“Well, we don’t exactly have the most leisurely job.” She states, sipping her drink.

I bite my lip, she looks down. I convince myself that my mind is playing tricks on me, because there’s no way (Y/N) would glance down to watch me pull my bottom lip between my teeth.

“I know... but you used to talk more.”

“I’ve been busy lately. Tired too.” She mumbles.

I mean forward slightly, my voice is a hushed whisper. “A-are you... okay?” I’m anticipating an defensive response, but all she does is sigh.

“I’m alright. I just... I’m getting tired of being here— in D.C.”

My eyes widen and my brows knit together. “W-What! Why?”

(Y/N) shrugs, “I don’t know. I just expected to feel... really, really attached to D.C when I first moved here. I love my job, and I love you guys— but nothing’s keeping me here.”

My face drops. My disappointment is adamant because she scrambles to reassure me.

“It’s not that I don’t absolutely love working with you guys. You’re my best friend, Spencer. But... I came to D.C to... I don’t know... settle down.” It comes out as more of a question rather a statement. “It’s sounds weird, right? Me, settling down?” She laughs. “I-I don’t mean a husband and a family necessarily. I moved here because I wanted to belong somewhere.”

“You don’t feel like you belong?”

“I feel... I feel like everything I have right now is temporary. It’s not the feeling I expected to have. I just want to have something permanent in my life for once.”

I remain silent, lacking the proper response.

“Please don’t tell anyone!” She pleaded.

I smile solemnly, “I won’t. I promise.”

In that moment, I make another promise. Not just to (Y/N), but to myself. I’m going to show her how many things she has here for her in D.C.

I’m going to prove how much I believe she belongs.

I started by bringing her coffee each morning— a cinnamon latte from the same café we went to.

The first time she seemed pleasantly surprised. I sped through the doors of the bullpen, my coat and slacks absolutely soaked due to the rainy D.C weather. She giggled at the sight of my hair plastered to my forehead. I was certain that I looked like a wet dog.

“Morning!” I greeted, placing down both cups of coffee on her desk so I could fix my hair. “I-uh-I got you coffee. A cinnamon latte, of course.”

(Y/N) smiles brightly, “You’re the best. Thanks, Reid. I definitely needed this.”

Hotch and Rossi are watching me curiously, pretending not to look up from their files. At this moment, I could care less.

“It’s n-nothing.” Suddenly I’m blushing furiously under the weight of her stare.

“Thanks, again.” She clears her throat, “Y-you’re a really good friend.”

She smiles. And I smile.

In the next three weeks, (Y/N) and I grow closer at a rate faster then ever. I try to do something small for her everyday. Finishing up a file for her; Bringing her coffee or water; Sitting next to her on the jet. It appears to be working— she looks much more relaxed and happy. Her sarcastic humor is back and she engages more with the team.

We’ve decided to hang out after today. I find myself enjoying every minute with her, even if all we do is talk, eat, and walk around aimlessly. I’m sure she’s tired of me, but my infatuation with her only grows.

Tonight, we’re sitting at the park, watching people on their late night jogs, dog walkers, babysitters. We finished eating Indian food at a local restaurant. Turns out we’re both regulars at the same place, it’s a shame we haven’t run into each other.

She’s sitting criss-cross on the bench, her elbow rested on top of her knee. “You know,” She starts, “D.C is pretty great. I don’t think I’ve felt this... content in a while.”

I smile, even if it’s too dark for her to see. “Th-thanks. D.C is a great place, despite averaging 39 inches of rain annually.”

She means her head back against the bench. “I still don’t know. I feel like I’m just waiting for something. I don’t even know what that something is... a sign maybe?”

“A sign?” I laugh.

“Y-yeah... a sign. I’d usually make a pros and cons list and research the differences between the two places but... this decision feels too personal to look at it as just statistics.”

In this very moment, I decide to toss all my concerns, questions, what if’s, into the wind. This is my final move; my last resort; my Hail Mary.

My hands are trembling, and it takes me seconds to force the words out of my throat.

“W-well, besides the higher cost of living and considerably gloomy weather, D.C can be a p-pretty great place to reside. It has a busy political culture and is one of the most diverse states in the country.” I pause for a little longer than necessary.

“But, besides statistics and facts, if w-we look past objectivity, to me: D.C is where my friends are, and my friends are my family. Um... I like The City because it’s home to so many great people. A-and I know it’s hard to see the good in things considering how much violence we see on a daily basis, but certain people make me believe that things aren’t all that bad.”

(Y/N)‘a listening attentively, making me even more nervous than I thought possible. “D.C— The City— is beautiful. It’s charming. It’s a warm, cinnamon latte on a rainy day, o-or a late night walk in the park. To me, it’s home.” I catch her smirking a little bit, and I can only hope that she understands what I’m trying to say.

“Plus, The City is really good at her job. The City’s an excellent profiler. But, the city’s an even better friend, and an even better person. It doesn’t hurt that The City has great hair, and gorgeous eyes, and a perfect smile. And, she does this cute thing where she twists the ends of her hair, even if I keep telling her to stop. The City’s beautiful and definitely out of my league. She probably wants nothing to with me now, but I don’t care. I really like The City. And, even if she doesn’t like me back, she should stay, because there are so many people that like and love The City. ‘Cause who wouldn’t.”

(Y/N) is full on grinning right now, and it’s hard to stay patient when so much is on the line.

“Wow.” She giggles. “You really like The City.”

I chuckled awkwardly, “Y-yeah. I really do.”

“I mean, if you think The City’s so great, maybe I should stay. Plus, I’m sure The City likes you too.”

I feign confusion, “Really? I don’t know... The City can be kind of closed off sometimes.”

“Trust me— The City definitely likes you back. And I don’t think The City appreciates you saying that about her”

“Oh really?” I gasp. “Let’s ask her.”

I turn my head around, then proceed to look back at (Y/N) in the most dramatic fashion.

“Hey.” I laugh.

“Oh, Hi Dr. Reid!” She feigns surprise to match my frivolousness.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard, b-but I really like you. And, a little birdy told me that you like me back.”

She laughs heartily, “Well, that little birdy is a pretty reliable source.”

Soon, her head is resting on my shoulder. My body’s stiff and the air is caught in my lungs, but I feel more content than I have in years. Somehow the weather is warmer, and the sun is brighter, and things just seem... better.

“This is a great city.” She mumbles, peering up at me in the most adorable fashion.

“Yeah,” I smile, “It really is.”

“Pawnee’s a really special town, I love living there. And, I look forward to the moments in my day where I get to hang out with the town, and talk to the town about stuff. The town has really nice blonde hair too. And, it’s read a shocking number of political biographies for a town, which I like.” - Ben Wyatt

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Unexpected - (Nestor Ocetava x OFC) Oneshot

I've had this written and sitting on my laptop for awhile now, waiting for the inspiration to fill in some gaps.

Rather than waiting longer I decided to go ahead and post it as is and if/when inspiration strikes, I will add to it!

Canon Typical violence and language, allusions to smut, 18+

Nestor couldn't argue with the logic but he still didn't care for the idea. Not that his opinion mattered beyond his input on her resume. Alavarez had found her within a week of Mikey requesting a female bodyguard for Emily. Nestor didn't blame him; after everything with Potter and Dita and with Emily insisting on being more "inside", it made perfect sense. The woman that was hired came highly recommended and with an amazing resume. She was well educated, well trained, bi-lingual, attractive and had several years of military service under her belt before her last few years experience in private security.

When Alvarez had brought her file to Nestor to get his input Nestor was annoyed but begrudgingly impressed when he reached out to his own contacts and heard nothing but high praises. So, the Galindo household security team had a new member.

~~~

As the car door slammed behind Mrs. Galindo, Nestor turned to his guys, "I'm goin' to ride with Charity. We'll follow behind." Everyone nodded and Nestor turned to walk to the last vehicle lined up in front of the Galindo home. He couldn't help the small shake of his head as he approached the blacked out Escalade.

Charity stood beside the SUV, talking to another guard. She was trim and lean but not in a fragile way, wore dark skinny jeans tucked into a pair of boots and a simple top under a leather jacket. She stood out glaringly next to the other guards as they spoke, but she blended in perfectly when she stood next to Emily. Her and the guard next to her fell silent before they nodded to each other and separated as Nestor approached.

"You're driving." Nestor nodded towards the vehicle and walked straight past her to the passenger door.

The trip was longer than he was really comfortable with but according to Emily it was absolutely necessary. Two hours in Nestor was sick of the constant hum of engine and the God forsaken true crime podcast Charity insisted on listening to. If he gave her credit for anything it was her ability to sit silently and drive without the need to torture him with small talk or letting the silence between them turn awkward.

When she did finally break the two hour long silence, her voice was calm but firm, "This car behind us is coming up pretty fast."

Nestor shifted to look in his mirror. She was right. The highway had been quiet all morning, few cars aside from their own. He checked the SUV and town car cruising ahead of them. When he looked back to the mirror the approaching vehicle, another SUV was even closer, obviously speeding.

"If he tries to pass me here I'm gonna take that as a bad sign." Charity glanced at Nestor and their eyes locked for a split second before they each looked back to their respective mirrors. The strange SUV was gaining on them and now driving down the center of a no passing zone. Of all things to do Charity let her foot off the accelerator.

"What the hell are you doing?"

She ignored his question, "Call the lead car and tell them to drop back, let Emily's car in front and speed up." When Nestor continued to stare in borderline anger at her audacity to give him orders, she raised her voice, "You hired me now fucking trust me. Call em!"

He did just that, watching the two lead cars change positions and accelerate just as the approaching SUV flew past their own. Obviously making a beeline for the car.

Charity shifted slightly in her seat and muttered, "Might wanna grab the oh shit handle," before she set her boot to the floor and raced after the SUV she had just let pass her.

"Oh shit handle?" Nestor muttered back, one hand still holding his cell phone, his eyes swung back to the mirror. "There's a second car back there."

Whether she heard him or not he didn't know. He looked up to the windshield just in time to see the front bumper of their Escalade come into contact, hard and fast, with the rear quarter panel of the attackers SUV. The contact felt like nothing more than a large bump in the road but the sound was ear shattering as it absorbed the impact and the speed and weight of it sent the other SUV skidding and spinning and eventually flipping, barrel rolling down the road and into the ditch.

Nestor swayed in his seat as Charity compensated for the hit and immediately slid the vehicle to a stop across the road. Effectively blocking the way for the second car approaching from behind them. He was still reorienting himself when he heard Charity chuckle next to him as she reached into the backseat,

"That's the oh shit handle." She nodded to where his hand had instinctively grabbed the handle above the door.

He watched for the five seconds it took her to pull an automatic rifle from the back seat and jump out the door before he came to his senses and grabbed one of his own pistols. With the second car less than 100 yards away he moved to raise his pistol but stopped when he saw Charity standing by the SUV, elbows braced on the hood, rifle in hand. A steady squeeze of the trigger sent a burst of rounds into the oncoming vehicles windshield, followed by another burst and a third before it's tires screeched and it careened into the ditch not far from its counterpart.

Reflex kicked him out of his shock, at Charity not at the ambush, and he immediately moved towards the wrecked vehicles, handgun held in front of him, eyes sighted down the barrel. Peripherally he felt Charity fall into step beside him and heard the familiar engine of their second Escalade approaching. Coming back to assist. There was a singular, loud, ringing pop as a surviving attacker fired off a shot. Then all that could be heard was gunfire on all sides.

~~~

Her lungs burned, her knees hurt and her throat was sore and dry but Charity pushed harder. The night was dark and humid, and she was tired after a long day. Her first week at her new job and her team leader hated her and she'd already been in a fire fight on an empty desert road. It had gone in their favor, obviously, but even twelve hours later when she returned home she knew she had to burn off the excess adrenaline. So she ran. She ran until she could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ear drums and then ran a little further.

She had just jogged around the corner of her apartment building, completing her cool down lap, when she caught sight of a very familiar man leaning against the hood of a very familiar SUV. She slowed to a walk, pulling out her earbuds as she did so. "Shit."

Nestor had watched her from the moment she turned the corner and continued to until she was standing in front of him. Neither of them said anything, only Charity heaving in deep breaths of air, still winded from her run. Finally she spoke, "Are you here to give me my pink slip?" She stared pointedly at his ever present shoulder holster.

It had not escaped her notice that Nestor, who was technically her boss, was not pleased with her joining the team. He had never been outright rude, but he had never been warm and welcoming either. Charity didn't take it personally, but she also felt like she was on thin ice every day. Especially today.

He stared at her a moment longer before he replied, "I'm here because I owe you an apology." That catches her off guard and she knows he noticed. "I underestimated you, and for a very stupid reason." He paused. His hands had been clasped in front of him but he moves them, maybe relaxes them even, to hook his thumbs in his belt. "I'm sorry that I doubted you and I'm sorry that I treated you as less than. You proved me wrong and I am very glad you were with us... with me... today."

Charity was speechless. She had been fully prepared for this man to put a bullet in her head and bury her in the desert. She knew she worked for a fucking cartel now, she wasn't stupid. She knew, although still just vaguely, the kind of men she worked with. She knew what this man in front of her was capable of. She had been prepared for a number of terrible, painful scenarios at this mans hands. She had not been prepared for Nestor's apology or the sincerity in his eyes when he offered it. She was at a loss for words and so, she did what she had always done in uncomfortable situations. Resorted to sarcasm to ease the tension. "Is it 'cause I'm white?"

It was a feeble and admittedly not very tasteful attempt at easing the tension but it made her chuckle and after a second she even caught Nestor biting back a smile.

He kept his response simple, "No." and stayed silent a moment, staring at her intently.

She sees him open his mouth, sees him begin to form the words 'good night' but she cut him off, "Nestor, you really didn't have to come here tonight and tell me that." She studied his face, attempting to read his reaction to what she had to say, "But it means a lot to me that you did."

This time he does smile, barely.

"Buenos noches." Charity smiles back at him and turns to climb the stairs to her apartment.

She continues to smile when she feels his eyes follow after her. She wonders if it's his training telling him to keep a watchful eye or maybe the yoga pants that caught his attention or the grip of her Glock sticking out of the waistband.

With no good reason why she looks over her shoulder, catches him watching her.

He doesn't flinch, doesn't look away, just returns her, "Buenos noches" and climbs into his SUV.

~~~

After that something had clicked between them. They worked well together and made a good team. Nestor was now comfortable enough to admit that having a woman on the security team was working much better than he had originally thought. Charity was able to go places with Emily he and his men could not go, blend in in places where heavily tattooed Hispanic men stood out.

Her presence seemed to be much more calming to Emily and even Cristobal, Dita and the nannies. Easier for them to pretend the woman standing off to the side was just another friend and not what she was in reality, just another trained killer and/or bullet catcher.

The men slowly came to care for and respect her and soon the ripples of her first week were cleared away.

Now if Emily left the house, Nestor and Charity rode side by side in the front seat. If Emily had a lunch date Charity sat at a nearby table across from Nestor, each keeping their eyes on the surroundings and each others blind spots. If Emily went for a run Charity kept her on pace, if Emily got her nails done Charity was in the chair next to her, if Emily went shopping Charity spared her male counterparts the agony.

Now, anytime Emily slid into the backseat of her car Charity slid into the front passengers seat. She and Nestor would share a quick look, an unspoken 'all is well' and Nestor would put the car in drive.

That became a habit. Searching each other out. Whenever one of them entered a room, Nestor or Charity, they would seek each other out. Even at a distance. Their eyes would meet, some form of silent communication would take place and they would settle in.

That's how it started anyway. As glances, as one or the other entered or exited a room. Just checking in. Then their communication evolved into actual verbal check ins. Instead of silent glances and nods they were crossing the room to speak or in passing, "Everything good?" "Heading out for a run." "Lunch meeting in town" "I'm gonna grab a coffee." "Everyone is upstairs for the night, I'll be out back if you need me." Not exactly earth shattering conversation, just... checking in.

Then "Everything good?" evolved into actual conversations about the day and plans for the following day. "Lunch meeting in town." evolved from sitting across from each other out of necessity to Nestor pulling out her chair and always allowing Charity to steal fries from his plate. "I'm gonna grab a coffee." evolved to Charity reappearing from the kitchen with two cups in hand, one for Nestor and one for herself. "I'll be out back if you need me." went from being an update to an invitation.

Like tonight.

The Galindos were all tucked in for the night and Nestor had just finished a last check of the property before he sent half the team home for the night. They rotated nights, that way each of them got the chance to sleep in their own bed at least two nights a week. Depending on what was going on in the business at the time. Tonight it was Nestor, Charity, Mondo and Luis. Nestor had stopped in the kitchen and found Charity sipping a glass of sweet tea. "I'll be out on the patio if you need me."

Fifteen minutes later after sending the others home and checking in with Mondo and Luis, that's exactly where Nestor found her. Sitting on one of the pool chairs, her glass of sweet tea mysteriously transformed into a bottle of beer. She heard him approach and held a finger to her lips, "Don't tell the boss, he can be a real prick sometimes." She chuckled and held up a second beer to him.

He shook his head, knowing it was against not only Mikey's rules but his own, and yet he took the beer anyway. "I'm going to hope you are referring to me and not the head of the Galindo cartel."

She winked at him and took a sip of the beer, slouching back into the chair. "Whichever makes you feel better Nestor."

He sat down in the chair next to hers, with his feet on the ground and his elbows braced against his knees. "Long day?"

They both chuckle at the ironically ordinary question, but he knows she's not breaking the rules just for the sake of breaking them. Even she isn't that contemptuous.

"Feels like it." She takes another sip.

Nestor weakens a little looking at her. He's worked with her long enough now, known her long enough now to see that something heavy is weighing on her mind. Heavier than normal. "Chari, you know you can talk to me. If something is goin' on."

She looks at him and the light from the pool catches her eyes just right, they reflect the light making the green in them match the green glass of the bottle in her hand. "I know." She smiles, "Just not sure if it's my place to ask what I'm thinking about."

They stare at each other, intently, not for the first time. He answers her unasked question by allowing himself a sip of the cold beer she had given him.

"You're loyalty is one of my favorite things about you Nestor. I respect that, maybe more than you know. But, aside from some history, I don't see what Miguel does to deserve that loyalty."

Nestor doesn't answer, just takes another sip of beer. He almost goes into the automatic rhetoric about knowing him so long, his brother, and everything when he realizes her point.

Charity must see the realization in his eyes because she continues on, staring up at the desert sky and not at the man next to her. "You would die for him. Willingly. I know you would. But what has he done to earn that loyalty from you? Would he take a bullet for you?"

The silence continues because Nestor knows what he wants to say, but he doubts whether it's the truth. "Mikey is a good man,"

Charity cuts him off. "Miguel is a glorified drug dealer." That seems to catch them both off guard but she continues, "Drug dealers are a dime a dozen Nestor. Men willing to live, kill and die for the people they love are... far more valuable." There's a long, tense silence where she stares at the stars and Nestor stares at the light dancing in the green glass in his hand. When Charity breaks the silence, her voice is softer, "At least in my opinion."

Their conversations usually aren't this deep or this uncomfortable. Something was shifting, gears turning in her brain for her to bring this up. For a long time they sat next to each other staring in their respective distances until Nestor chose to share something that had been on his mind for awhile as well. "You really are not at all what I expected."

Charity snorts out a laugh, pulls her gaze away from the stars and back to him. "Have you decided if that's a good thing or a bad thing?"

He meets her gaze and holds it for several heartbeats, reveling more than he cared to admit in the unwavering way she stares back at him. "Yes, I have."

She nods, chuckles, "Well that's good I guess."

He doesn't say anything. Turns his gaze out towards the desert and waits patiently, carefully biting the inside of his cheek to keep his face in check as she stares at him. Obviously frustrated.

"You're not going to tell me which it is are you!?"

His face cracked slightly, "No, I am not."

She lets out a dramatic, "Ugh!" and rolls her eyes as she starts to laugh and then he can't help but smile with her, even laughing when she mumbled, "Que grosero." under her breath.

Then they're staring at each other again, this time with smiles on their faces, content to not say anything. Nestor runs through all the things he thinks he sees in her eyes and something in her smile changes, almost like she can truly read his mind, when he wonders what it would be like to sit with her like this in their free time, away from this house and these people, alone.

He watched her sit up and swing her legs off the chair, so they sat facing each other, her posture mirroring his now, so close to each other. Then a phone vibrated on the table next to them.

~~~

"Mrs. Galindo?" Charity carefully interrupts the discussion. She feels out of place among the masters degrees and Armani outfits in her jeans and simple black top, especially when everyone at the table turns to scowl at her. She takes some solace in the flinch of one of the men when her shirt rides up enough to expose a glimpse of her concealed handgun. "It's your husband for you." She extends the phone to Emily and follows her a respectful distance away from the table.

Charity watches as others at the table take this as an unofficial signal it's time to take a break. Two women excuse themselves to the restroom, one man stands and heads to the opposite corner to make a call, the others all entertain themselves with their phones or small talk.

After a brief conversation Emily hands the phone back, "We'll be leaving soon."

"Yes ma'am. Are you okay while I bring the car around?"

Emily nods and goes back to the table while Charity goes to bring the SUV to a side door.

Ten minutes later they're walking out the door to the idling SUV when a bullet ricochets off the brick building behind them. On instinct the two women duck. A second bullet shatters the drivers side window. Emily covered her head with her hands and screamed. Charity pulled her pistol with one hand and with the other pulled Emily towards the fender of the SUV. Once she had Mrs. Galindo safely cowering behind the engine block Charity pops her head over the hood to try and return fire but has to duck back down before she could spot any shooters.

Charity holds the cell phone in Emily's face, "Call for help!"

More rounds hit the far side of the SUV, another window shatters. Each bullet gives Charity a better idea of where they're coming from and in a lull she stands up and shoots across the parking lot in that direction. She's aware that beneath her Emily is hitting redial again and again but nobody is answering. Charity let another burst of rounds fly towards the attackers until she heard the unmistakable click of an empty chamber. She crouches and releases the magazine from the pistol as she's reaching for her spare, slamming it into the grip and racking the slide to chamber a fresh round.

With bullets whizzing past them Emily has tears in her eyes, "Miguel isn't answering!"

"Fuck." Gun in her right hand, still taking cover, she dug in her jeans for her phone with her left. Quickly as she could she unlocked the screen and called a familiar number.

Nestor picks up on the second ring, "Hello."

"I need help!" Is all she said before she dropped the phone, with the line still open, and returned more fire.

~~~

"Chari? Chari!" Nestor holds his phone away to see the call hasn't ended or dropped. He can hear gunfire on the other end of the line. Some distant and some closer, ringing through the speaker. Chari, shooting back.

Nestor jumped into action. "You two stay with Mikey, you three with me!"

Without question his men responded. Two stayed behind to wait for Miguel to get out of his meeting and the rest tore off in the SUV while Nestor pulled up the GPS on Chari's phone. He still could hear gunfire over the open line, mumbled speech, a metallic click followed soon by another, different sort of click. She'd loaded a new magazine. "Turn here!" Nestor listened and his stomach dropped. The gunfire he could hear closest to the phone, Chari, had changed. Instead of multiple shots at a time he started to hear a pattern. Bang, bang. Pause. Bang, bang. Pause. Bang, bang.

He knew what that meant.

She was conserving ammo.

~~~

Lord knows how many stop signs they blew and red lights they ran but they pulled into the parking lot just in time to run over one of the men approaching Charis bullet riddled SUV. All four men bailed out of the vehicle guns drawn, and firing. They mowed down the remaining few attackers once they'd been scared from their hiding spots. One already lay dead about twenty feet from the SUV.

Nestor walked to the nearest body and put another two bullets in his head on his way to the Range Rover. Only to have Chari meet him half way, pulling a shaking Emily with her.

They had one of their silent conversations and then focused on getting Mrs. Galindo to safety.

At the mansion Mikey held a still shaking Emily, shaking with fear, adrenaline and Nestor thought possibly some anger as well.

Nestor listened as his boss murmured to his wife in English and Spanish, his words whispered directly into her ear until her breathing became steady enough to control herself.

Mikey turned to Nestor, who's eyes jumped from where Chari was standing in the corner back to Mikey, with his arms open wide, "Mi hermano," He wrapped Nestor in a hug and thanked him for saving Emily's life.

Nestor returned the hug but his eyes stayed on Chari. He saw the hurt in her eyes, the darkness there. And it hurt him too. It was Charity Mikey should be thanking. It was her that held off four gunmen long enough for him and his crew to get there. She was the reason that Emily was alive. She was the reason Nestor had been in such a hurry to get there.

~~~

The knock on the door scared her, she hated to admit that. Charity slid off the stool at her kitchen counter and abandoned her reheated pasta to grab her pistol as she walked across her small apartment to answer the door. She didn't expect to find Nestor on the other side. She was equal parts terrified and relieved.

They stared at each other, in that way they had, having a conversation without saying anything out loud.

But then Nestor surprised her. With no pretense or hint of small talk, "All I could think about was getting to you..." His eyes were dark and his jaw was clinched. "Nothing else mattered."

All the nerves and fear and adrenaline drained out of her at those words. She stepped back opening the door wider, saying nothing, Their eyes still locked together he took her invitation to come inside and stepped into her apartment and then into her personal space. Charity looked up at him and breathed out a deep sigh as his hand settled on her elbow and slid softly down her arm. His fingers trailed over her soft skin and left goosebumps in their wake.

His lips hovered over hers, his eyes asking her one more time, before he finally kissed her. Slow and careful, she felt him take the pistol from her hand, where she still had it hidden behind her back, and set it on the table by the door. She let him take it easily, all to glad to occupy her hands by wrapping them around Nestors neck and pulling him closer. Deepening the kiss.

He pushed the door closed behind them with one hand, locking it, before he settled his hands on Charis hips and gave her his full attention.

His hands pulled her hips closer as his lips move over hers and Chari couldn't help but mold herself against him and wrap her arms fully around his neck.

When he pulled back slightly she became nervous but his hands slid from her hips to her back and she could tell that he didn't plan on letting her go. As if he could sense her hesitation he dropped another kiss on her lips before he pulled back to look at her again.

There was another silent conversation. A gathering, arranging and processing of these new thoughts and feelings. Charity could tell that the way he looked at her wasn't new exactly but maybe their acknowledgement of what it meant made it feel that way. She could see it, the moment he made up his mind. She nearly laughed at how clearly she saw it; 'I want you, now hurry up and let me know that's okay'.

It was her that froze in that moment, too many thoughts at one time. She took an unsteady breath and asked what she thought was a relatively safe question, "Are you supposed to be at the house tonight?" She kept her fingers busy fidgeting with the collar of his dress shirt.

His grip on her tightened, barely enough for her to notice. His eyes searched hers, obviously curious. "Only if you tell me to leave." Then he was silent, only his thumb rubbing over the small of her back and his gaze boring into hers remained.

Chari thought about that statement and what it meant. When she met his gaze she felt more sure of herself and her decision, "I don't want you to leave." Her grip on his collar tightened and she barely had the chance to smile before he was kissing her again. More intentional this time as his lips pressed against hers and his hands dropped lower on her back to pull her closer.

She sighed, long and deep, which only encouraged Nestor to hold her tighter and kiss her harder. Her brain registered the sensation of his hands moving over her hips, up her back then down dangerously low. She slid her own hands from his neck and down to his sides. Still exchanging long, thorough kisses with Nestor she took a tentative step backwards. Internally celebrating when he stepped with her, his hands and his lips never once missing a beat.

After the second step he caught on and it was no longer Charity tugging him along behind, but Nestor walking her confidently backwards towards her bedroom. When they did pull back from each other, Chari reluctantly letting Nestors bottom lip slip from between her teeth, they kept their eyes locked together.

Nestor paused, his eyes swiveled from her to the empty space behind her and after a second he smirked, "Are you seriously listening to a murder podcast tonight? After everything that happened today?" He stared down at her, his scarred eyebrow cocked in question. When she smiled back at him, laughing a little at herself, he rolled his eyes, "I don't know how I feel about that."

"Oh yeah? That's rich coming from you." She cocked her own eyebrow back at him and with a smile Charity confidently stepped back, out of Nestors grip, and took his hand in hers. She watched his eyes dart down and back to hers before she moved to pull him the rest of the way to her room.

He followed her obediently, pursued her intently, through the door into her dimly lit bedroom. He was still grinning, shaking his head slightly.

The little confidence she had gained on her way down the hall abandoned her when she looked back to see him in actually standing in her bedroom. Her own words from the moment before rang in her ears as she watched Nestor close the small distance between them. Here she was standing in her bedroom, making out with a dangerous man, a killer, a true sicario. A dangerous man with braids, tattoos, dark eyes, grey morals and a pair of handguns in a shoulder holster.

Her heart raced at the mini epiphany she was experiencing. She knew this man and what he was capable of, but working with him and taking him to her bed were two very different things.

"Charity."

Nestors soft voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She must have paused longer than it had felt.

His hand held hers, his thumb rubbed over the back of her hand, his question asked with his eyes. 'You're sure this is okay?'

When she smiled it cleared away any doubt that remained between them and he stepped forward to kiss her again. '

The hand that held hers moved around behind her back to pull her flush against him and all the air rushed out of her lungs. When she felt her thighs bump against the mattress behind her she knew nothing would be the same after this. With each shirt button undone, each gasp and moan, she knew she was crossing a line. They. They were crossing a line, but the weight of Nestor on top of her and the feel of his hands on her bare skin, his lips against her chest made the line blurry and hard to find.

His gaze heated and determined, he looked up at her as he nipped and kissed the inside of her bare thigh.

Charity met his stare and smiled softly, biting her lip and giggling to herself, as his beard brushed over her sensitive skin. The sensation sent a shiver up her spine, nothing compared to the sensations that followed, and she dropped her head back and let her eyes roll closed. Her breath caught, when she had dropped a hand to grab a fistful of comforter and she had felt Nestors fingers tangle with hers.

Cracking her eyes open once more, finding his gaze again as he watched her from between her legs. They had a silent conversation, short and sweet.

'This is not what I expected.'

~~~

This story now has a Part Two!

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Cliche (Tobin x Reader)

Request: Marriage Proposal

Author’s Note: Special Thanks to @literaryhedgehog

“I’m just saying, I opened my inbox. SOMEONE should have messaged me,” Tobin said, tugging on her hair frustratedly. You watched in amusement, loving the way the sunlight caught her hair, as you exited the movie theater. She was so focused on her tirade that she didn’t even look down as she stumbled over an uneven brick in the patio, just continued walking. “It’s been open for days and I reblogged several of those ‘send me a number and I’ll answer a question’ posts!”

“Babe, you run an anonymous fandom blog for a sci-fi television show that stopped running 15 years ago,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“19 years, ago,” Tobin corrected, “and it has a pretty strong fanbase! That fanart I made got at least 100 likes.”

“You’re just lucky they didn’t match the brush strokes or something and figure out it was you. Like they did with your other fake Tumblr. They’re like crazy detectives,” You said side eyeing your girlfriend.

“I mean, I was making fanart of us on that one, it was pretty obvious.”

“I love it when you paint me, but It’s really creepy that you put it on the internet,” You huffed, crossing your arms tightly across your chest.

“Oh come on, I only posted the ones I made from press photos. You have a problem with the high definition, you talk to Alyssa’s girlfriend. She’s the photographer.”

“As long as you keep your drawings just for us, yeah?” You asked. Tobin had quite the eye, and she often found her greatest inspiration when you were relaxed. When you let your guard down. That mess the that many of her sketches of you were most certainly not suitable for public consumption.

“Anything I draw from life instead of from a screen I keep.” Tobin winked at you and linked her arm through yours. “So, what did you think of the movie? Or was it too romantic for you, you action-thriller loving fiend?”

You shrugged. “I think it was a little too cliche. Like who the fuck brings a diamond ring to the airport and uses the intercom to propose to the girl who just dumped him for a job across the country? And then she chooses him?” Some plots just made zero sense. At least your action movies didn’t force a girl to choose a person who was completely wrong for her.

“Oh come on, everyone loves cliches. I’ve seen the number of ‘there were only one bed’ fics you’ve read.”

“Those aren’t forced heteronormative love stories that don’t actually care about the characters” You scoffed.

“I have seen your archive of our own bookmarks, do we want to continue this conversation?” Tobin said sweetly, looking at the windows of the shops you passed, though you could see her suppressing a smile. She loved winning, be it argument or soccer game.

“My archive history doesn’t count,” you grumbled, pouting. It wasn’t your fault you had been kinda into Bellatrix dating Hermione, especially when they were both the same age and you got to see some Hogwarts hijinks (it helped you weren’t a Ron fan either).

“Sure, sure. Tell you what. You don’t like my new favorite Rom-Com? Show me you can do better,” Tobin gestured to the outdoor coffee shop along the route ahead. “Real life coffee shop AU. Here’s your chance to defy heteronormative love stories and cliches in the most romantic way possible.”

“Just please don’t spill your drink on me ok? You already have my number,” You asked, raising your eyebrows. You happened to like this shirt and didn’t want it to get ruined.

“That would be a cliche, wouldn’t it? I thought you wanted to avoid those?” Tobin said, raising her eyebrows to mirror yours as she pulled out a chair from one the tables, “you’re chair, mon chere?”

“You can be quite the Gentlelandy miss Heath if I do say so myself,” You smirked, settling into the chair she had pulled out for you, kissing her cheek.

“Why thank you,” Tobin said, tossing her hair back playfully before settling into her own seat. She grabbed the menu and opened it up. “So, what are you thinking? Asking the barista to make heart-shaped foam? Splitting a pasta dish and reenacting lady and the tramp?”

“I was thinking a cafe mocha with no whip, and I’m pretty sure this place doesn’t sell spaghetti,” you said, setting your chin on your hands, leaning on the table.

“I think I’ll get a nice chai latte. And a muffin on the side.”

“Lame. How do you live in Portland and hate coffee?”

“I thought you were supposed to say nice things. We already know each other, this can’t be enemies to lovers AU!”

“You’re still stuck on that?” You asked, sighing when Tobin raised her eyebrow at you. “Fine. How nice of you to choose a predictably unusual drink, and healthy snack for our date. Better?”

Tobin snorted. “Undeniably.”

“Good,” you watched her as she placed your orders with the waitress, thinking over what to do. She managed to place the order with her usual level-headedness, but she had the slightest smirk as she turned back to you. It was both loving and a challenge.

“Babe,” you said, “I literally have no idea how to make this a living coffee shop AU. I can’t remember the last time I read one of those where neither of the characters was a barista.”

“First I think we talk about random things while sipping our drinks, wondering how we get each other so well,” Tobin started, setting your drink on the table in front of you.

“So basically do what we normally do, but with added pressure?”

“Yep! Wanna start? You can tell me about that new fanfic writer you’ve been reading? The one who writes the really cute Sonnett fics?”

“Oneanddone has a couple… it’s like they actually know about Snippets from her and Lindsey’s relationship,” You said, your lips ticking up.

“That sounds fun and not at all creepy,” Tobin said, leaning forward.

“The best one was where Lindsey flew all the way to Sweden to propose. It was cute, but entirely too cliche,” You winked at Tobin, so she knew you were continuing the joke. “She just showed up and proposed after Emily won the championship and Emily kissed her hard hat and all. Like they would give the fans that much PDA in one shot,”

“Hmmm, better check for cameras then,” Tobin said, ruffling in her pocket. You heard the sound of candy wrappers, as usual following a movie with her.

“What?”

Tobin got down from her chair and kneeled in front of you. “Y/M/N, I have liked you since the first day I met you. You were smart, beautiful, and had a hell of a right hook. Watching you on that punching bag was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen, up until the day you agreed to go out on a date with me. And the date after that, and the date after that. I fell in love with a woman who’s not afraid to have an opinion, who will ask to pet every dog she sees, and who loves listening to me rant about any subject over the moon. Now I know you don’t like cliches, so I didn’t get you a diamond,” She pulled her hand out of her pocket and held the ring pop up for you to see, “I got you a cherry. I also have a grape and orange in my purse. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” You breathed out, forgoing the ring pop in favor of kissing your girlfriend- fiancé.

“Such a cliche,” she murmured against your lips, threading her fingers through your hair.

“Shut up and kiss me,”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #tobin heath imagines #tobin heath x reader #literalhedgehog

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I posted 3,519 times in 2021

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#and then you have to wait for the perfect moment when people are saying some dumb shit to be all 'well from the perspective of a gay person'

My Top Posts in 2021

Prentiss: Why are Garcia and Morgan sitting back to back in the middle of the room?

Reid: They're fighting.

Prentiss: Why are they holding hands?

Reid: Garcia gets sad when they fight.

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when you gonna take me out? || derek morgan x GN!reader

Summary: You and Derek have been flirting pretty heavily for the past few weeks. So when his first time asking you out doesn't go as well as planned, he's determined to get you to say yes.

Warnings: mentions of getting shot, allusions to smut

A/N: Chapter title taken from Aly & AJ's "Take Me Out". This was inspired by a scene from the show community, and also because derek morgan deserves more love

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“No, no, you see, asking somebody out is an art,” Derek explained to a very frustrated Spencer Reid. “And I think with a little practice, pretty boy, you could become a bit of a player.”

Prentiss, who had been listening to Derek trying to convince Spencer to let him be his wingman for the better part of an hour, scoffed from her desk. “Using a cheesy pickup line is an art now?”

“There is nothing wrong with a line!” Derek argued, leaning back in his desk chair. “It’s a knock at the door. And once they let you in, that’s when you strike.”

Spencer scrunched up his nose at Derek’s phrasing. “I think I’m going to leave the whole player thing to you.”

“Come on, Reid, it’s easy.”

“If it’s so easy, then why don’t you show us?” Prentiss shot.

Right at that moment, Garcia and JJ walked back into the bullpen, coffees in hand. “Show us what?” JJ questioned.

“Derek is trying to teach Reid how to flirt,” Prentiss explained. “But I think he’s just all talk. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Morgan with a significant other.”

Derek rolled his eyes. “Hey, I don’t pry into your personal life?”

Garcia put a comforting hand on Derek’s shoulder. “Nobody can resist my chocolate thunder. I mean, look at him. He literally looks like he was sculpted by Michaelangelo.”

“I’m with Emily,” JJ chimed in. “I kind of want to see the Derek Morgan in action.”

Derek’s eyes scanned the bullpen until he landed on you, standing in the kitchen area and making yourself a cup of coffee. You were also a profiler, just on a different team that primarily focused on cold cases. It was no secret that you and Derek Morgan had been flirting pretty heavily the past few weeks — longing glances, pet names, and kisses on cheeks were just the start — and you both had a sneaking suspicion that there was an office pool betting on whether or not the two of you had already hooked up.

“Fine,” Derek said, standing up. “Watch and learn, Pretty Ricky.”

Derek sauntered over to the kitchen and leaned against the counter while reaching for a wooden stirrer. “Let me help you with that,” he offered.

You turned to look at him, a smile on your face. “Wow, what a gentleman,” you teased, but you handed your cup of coffee to him anyways. “I didn’t realize you knew how I take my coffee?”

“You learn a lot about somebody when you can’t take your eyes off them,” he pointed out. “Especially with the way you look right now. I mean, wow. Got a hot date tonight? Because he is one very lucky man.”

You arched an eyebrow in his direction. “Nope, no date.”

“Well, you do now, baby,” Derek grinned. “I’ll pick you up at 8:30.”

You stared at Derek, part amused and part incredulous. “Did you really think that would work?” you asked through a breathy chuckle.

Derek’s confident grin fell slightly as his eyes narrowed in confusion. “Wait, what?” he asked, unable to form any other words.

“Derek Morgan, I expected so much more from you,” you mused, snatching your coffee cup from his hand. “I know you can sweet talk better than that.”

It was Derek’s turn to raise his eyebrows, and he tried his best to ignore the barely-suppressed giggles from his teammates. “So is that a no?” he clarified, not used to the feeling of rejection. Although, it didn’t feel quite like a rejection, especially when you were smiling at him with just a hint of your tongue peaking out from between your teeth.

“It’s a… ‘better luck next time’,” you explained, taking a sip of your coffee.

Derek’s normal, confident grin returned to his face. “You’re saying I can ask you out again?” he clarified, because he did not want to be the guy who didn’t know how to take no for an answer.

You walked backwards to your desk, never taking your eyes off Derek. “Sure. It could be fun. But you’ll have to bring your A-game if you want me to say yes,” you told him, and oh, Derek Morgan loved a good challenge.

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Spencer: You deserve an award for putting up with me.

Derek: You are my award.

Emily: You deserve an award for putting up with me.

JJ: Yeah, you're a real bitch sometimes.

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chess, not checkers || a. hotchner x f!reader

Summary: Cross-examining Agent Hotchner should have been a lot more simple than it had been. But when the questioning slips out of your control, you find yourself being profiled right there in the middle of the courtroom. Amazing how one stranger can know you better than anybody you've ever met.

Contains: SMUT! 18+ only, minors DNI. Fingering, (light) choking, semi-public sex, adultery, anger sex, enemies to lovers, edging, lawyer hotch <3

Word Count: 8k+

Comments: This is so heavily inspired by “charcoal grey” because we all know how hot he was in that scene. Thank you to @angelfxllcm for being an absolute godsend as I wrote this and being the most supportive friend ever. (If you haven’t read her work, you absolutely should!)

“Fucking FBI and their selfish ass schedules,” you grumbled as you hurried through the hallway of the courthouse, your intern Robin on on your heels. “Court gets pushed back for a week because Agent Hotchner just had to leave with them on a case instead of working remotely, and then expects us to drop everything to go to court the second he gets back to D.C. As if we don’t have jobs too. As if I don’t have six other cases sitting on my desk that now have to be pushed back because of him.”

Robin scrambled behind you, nodding along to every word that left your mouth. “Does this happen with the, uh…”

“BAU,” you supplied.

“—BAU, right. Do court cases usually get pushed back for them?”

You shook your head as you checked your watch. A glint caught the corner of your eye. Shit, your ring. You hadn’t expected to go to court, and completely forgot to leave it at home. You pulled it off and slipped it into the outside pocket of your bag, hoping nobody noticed.

“No. Most cases from the BAU never go to court,” you explained. “There’s enough evidence against the people they arrest that it’s almost always a plea.”

The Bankers Box in Robin’s hands almost slipped as you placed another file precariously on top of it. “Then why is this case going to court?”

Your step faltered as you processed her question, and you couldn’t hide the disbelief on your face. “You did read the brief for this case, right?” you asked, unsure if you really wanted the answer, except her embarrassed blush and averted gaze gave you enough of one. “Seriously? Okay, well, first of all, because of that, you won’t be sitting at the attorney’s table with us. Instead you’ll be in the public seating. I won’t weaken my case because you decided to be unprepared. If this happens again, you won’t be welcome to join me in court at all, am I clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” Deciding to take pity on the poor intern, you sighed as you started your explanation. “Our client claims that his arrest was unlawful and therefore none of the evidence they found should be usable. I’m inclined to agree with him, so we’re fighting all of the charges that were made with evidence found after the arrest.”

“So you don’t think he’s guilty?”

“I don’t ask that question. I’m not God and I’m not his priest, I don’t need to hear his confession. I just need to get him out of unjust and illegal charges.”

Robin’s eyebrows furrowed. “So he’s going to walk free? Even after everything he did? How do you sleep at night?”

Fucking Christ, how did this girl even get into law school? You rolled your eyes, suddenly regretting your decision to take on an intern. “No, he’s not going to walk free. He’s going to get a lesser charge, because everything else was obtained illegally. And I sleep very well, actually, because my job isn’t some episode of Law & Order. Less than 10% of my cases ever go to trial. I’m not here to suddenly convince juries that the evidence is wrong. My job is making sure that everybody is given their constitutional rights, that the police are doing their jobs correctly, and that the State isn’t over-punishing. Any cop knows that, and if you ever come across one that doesn’t, you know that you should look into those cases even further. You have to realize, criminal defense lawyers—”

“— are the last line of protection against a corrupt system.” You turned to see your assistant, Marcus, making his way towards you, briefcase and your spare blazer that you keep in the office in hand. “I see you’re giving her your famous anti-prosecutor lecture.”

Marcus helped you slip on your blazer over your satin button up, his hands lingering on your skin for just a little too long to be considered professional, and it made you shiver in anticipation. “God knows she needs it. Thank you, Marcus, for bringing these so quickly. Were you able to get the physical copies of Agent Hotchner’s files?”

Marcus held up his briefcase. “All right here. Although I have to say, I’m a little lost as to why you need his service records.”

The three of you turned the corner to enter the courtroom, your heels clicking on the tiled floor. Robin obediently took her seat in the public viewing area while you and Marcus pushed through the swinging door to settle at your table. “I’ve heard stories of Agent Hotchner’s testimonies. He used to be a prosecutor, so he’s not easily tricked, but he is prideful and will defend his work. I’m going to use that to my advantage. It’s like I always say, practicing law means always playing chess, never checkers.”

Marcus took the seat next to you, making sure to sit close enough that his knee brushed yours the whole time. “You know, I was thinking, this case is complicated,” he whispered, “And we haven’t combed through everything yet… It could take more time than we planned.”

You smirked, knowing exactly what he was insinuating. “Agreed. I’ll tell Tony I have to stay late at the office tonight.”

Before Marcus could continue his flirting, you were distracted by the door to the judge’s chamber opening, revealing the back of a man in a black suit. “Thank you again, your honor, for the continuance,” came the deep timbre of the man, and oh. You certainly weren’t expecting that. “A young girl was able to be reunited with her family this week because of it.”

The man in the doorway turned, and your breath caught in your throat. He was tall and buff and expensive-looking and absolutely gorgeous. His suit was tailored to fit him perfectly, the sleeves of his blazer straining against his biceps. He carried himself with an aura of confidence, like he belonged in the courtroom, and he was making his way directly towards you. Unconsciously, you separated from Marcus, putting as much distance between you and your assistant as possible without raising suspicion.

The man said something to the prosecution before turning to you, hand outstretched. He said your name as a greeting, and your name had never sounded so good. “I’m Aaron Hotchner.”

When you stood up to shake his hand, you tried to ignore the way his eyes raked down your body, or the way the two of you held on just a moment too long to be considered proper. It felt as if he was looking right through you, learning all of your secrets as though they were written on your body. No, you knew that look. He was studying you. “Agent Hotchner, it’s a pleasure.”

“Likewise, Counselor. Please, call me Aaron.”

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I posted 2,026 times in 2021

493 posts created (24%)

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#so most of my intrest is probably coming from nostaglia and fond memories and being able to bond with majority of my siblings and less of

My Top Posts in 2021

Alright, what Ninjago scene has stuck with you since you watched it? Sad, funny, scary, wholesome, I just wanna know.

Mine is the scene where The Overlord possesses Garnadon, that shit scared me as a 10 year old and 9 years later, it still is vivid in my head

71 notes • Posted 2021-09-11 23:55:31 GMT

Season two be like

73 notes • Posted 2021-08-24 18:22:05 GMT

Interview with a fanfic author tag!

I came up with this idea in the shower so if I'm taking someone else's idea, all credit goes to them.

This is just a way to get to know an author better that I thought would be fun!

Your favorite fic that you've written (or just one you want to give a shout out to)

Definitely my favorite fic I've written (as of now) is sheltering the boy I knew (from all the hell I've put him through). It was a collaboration I did with @angels-creative where Peter was involved in WandaVision.

2. Your favorite fic title that you've come up with

Probably they see right through me (can you see right through me?). it's a Taylor Swift lyric from her song The Archer, but it really fits the context of the story because Lloyd is both struggling to get back to normal after he was possessed, but also trying to hide the fact that he's sick.

3. How do you get inspiration to write?

I listen to a lot of music, but I also go back and watch the source material. Reading (fanfic or otherwise) is also really helpful.

4. Your favorite genre/subgenre of fic to write.

Angst is so fun because you get to dive into the character (or characters) mind and trauma, but any time I can make humor work, it's just so fun and is definitely a favorite, although rare.

5. Do you have other hobbies?

I really love coloring and reading, but also make-up is a huge passion of mine.

6. A fun fact about you that a lot of people may not know.

I'm really good at cooking and I think it's from my dad.

7. Pick one character to self project onto, go!

Stiles Stilinski, my man, I am so sorry for how I treat you. I just relate to you a little too much.

8. Favorite genre of music.

Pop. Cause it really can encompass anything. But if I actually have to pick something, I love rock music.

9. Your favorite singer/band

At the moment, it's Taylor Swift, but I'm really obsessed with Tyler Posey too.

10. And finally, how has your experience in fandom been?

I've been involved in fandom culture since December 2015, and there have been ups and downs for sure, but I've really found my people now, and I'm in a really good place with fandom.

Tagging: @angels-creative @marvelous-writer @hailing-stars @rosiehunterwolf @blondsak @doctornineandthreequarters @endless-whump @forasecondtherewedwon @justme--emily @ninja-go-to-therapy and anyone else who wants to do the tag!

81 notes • Posted 2021-09-06 02:42:37 GMT

Someone just pointed out to me that Stiles was having issues reading in early 3B because foxes can't read and why didn't I pick up on that sooner?

91 notes • Posted 2021-03-14 14:49:12 GMT

This movie will kill me when it comes out. @angels-creative make sure my funeral is good

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lunch

pairing - spencer reid x reader

summary - when dating a chef, spencer’s eating habits change drastically

warning - mentions of case

word count - ?

inspired by @genuisgub

the team had all noticed a change in spencer.

sure, the genius was still as skinny as a twig but over the past few months especially, he had become more muscular and looked overall healthier. oftentimes, spencer would forget to pack lunch. now, he always had food and remembered to eat.

back when you and spencer had started dating, you obviously took note of your boyfriend’s eating habits. as a professional chef, food was a big part of your life.

“spencer you can’t forget to eat. it’s not healthy, especially with both how skinny you are and your job,” you spoke.

spencer, who was seated in your apartment, poked his fork at you in a form of protest. “my eating habits aren’t that bad,” he replied before taking another bite of the food you had made.

“babe they really are. you don’t eat and half the time your diet consists of coffee,” you mused, “it’s almost like you’re dating a chef or something.”

your boyfriend grinned at you. “alright well i need to head out to work. please enjoy your day off. i’ll be home late tonight so don’t wait up,” you announced. with a kiss to the side of spencer’s head, you grabbed your bag and headed out the doors.

from that moment on, spencer found containers of food, the perfect size, for him to bring to work. the second he saw the food, he knew that it was your cooking. oftentimes, it was leftovers from the dinner rush the night before or a new dish you were thinking of adding to your menu.

a post-it note was always stuck on the top. the words on it were either a sweet message, a quote, or a reminder of something you knew would slip his mind. it was an incredible kind gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by both spencer and his team.

the only way the team found out about who was behind spencer’s lunches was when he forgot to grab his container while rushing into work one morning.

you had woken up after sleeping late. spencer was already long gone, waking up a few hours before you. you, however, treated yourself and allowed you to work the late lunch and then dinner shift. perks of owning your own restaurant was being able to decide your shifts and hours.

after putting on a sweatshirt, you walked down the hallway and stopped in the kitchen with the intent of grabbing a cup of coffee. instead, you noticed a case file on the counter as well as his usual lunch container.

rolling your eyes playfully, you headed back into your bedroom and got changed into your usual work outfit consisting of black pants, boots, and then a simple t-shirt. your chef overcoat would be put on where you arrived at your restaurant. finally, you grabbed your backpack, slipping it onto your back and took the food and files in hand.

the drive to quantico from your apartment didn’t take long at all. in under twenty minutes, you were in the building, checking in with security. thankfully, spencer had you listed down as a potential visitor on his sheet. sure, some of your cooking utensils had been questioned but other then that, you were good to go.

after taking the elevator, you stepped out onto the sixth floor. everything spencer had told you about the layout was replaying in the mind.

you were slightly nervous pushing open the glass doors to the bullpen. your eyes darted around until they finally fell on spencer. the genius was walking down the catwalk alongside a blonde woman. they were clearly bickering about something, though you could tell it wasn’t anything serious.

spencer stopped slightly when his eyes met yours. you raised your eyebrows, smirking slightly. by the teams confusing looks, they had obviously noticed your presence as well.

“what are you doing here?” spencer asked once he walked over to you.

“well, someone forgot a file and their lunch,” you spoke, an amused smile forming on your face as you pressed the container slightly into his chest. “we talked about you not eating,” you added.

spencer took the items from you. after he motioned with his hand, you followed him. both of you ignored the looks from his team. “as much as i love you being here, don’t you have work?” your boyfriend asked.

you nodded. “i’m heading in after i stopped by here,” you started, “if you want to swing by later it’s going to be really busy so just come though the back.”

spencer’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “my key doesn’t work on the back door.” you took your bag off your back and reached into one of the pockets. after digging around for a few seconds, you pulled out a key and handed it over to spencer who then slipped it onto the other set of keys.

“i most likely won’t be able to answer my cell but make sure to go through the back door. everyone already knows you and i’ll have dinner ready,” you explained.

a buzz from your phone cut spencer off before he could say anything. your eyes scanned the message quickly. “alright i have to head out. i’ll hopefully see you tonight,” you spoke.

you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of spencer’s mouth. “i love you,” you said just before pulling away. spencer’s blush made you smile, “i love you too.” spencer stood up, leaving the items you brought on his desk as he walked you back to the elevator.

“did you know?” derek asked j.j. who then shook her head.

“no i didn’t. you think spence would have told me that he had a girlfriend and the fact that she’s the head chef of will and i’s favorite restaurant,” j.j. responded. this time, emily spoke up from her desk, “i guess we now know why reid has stopped forgetting to eat.”

when spencer walked back through the doors, he ignored the gazes of his fellow profilers and sat down at his desk. “well, well, well. loverboy is back,” derek smirked. spencer just shook his head and smiled.

#criminal #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #david rossi #penelope garcia

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Remember Me- Something’s happening

When the love of your life suffers from a disease that affects their memory of their life with you, what do you do? Will you spend your last days with them, trying to get them to remember you? The life you had, or would you give up and let them forget you?

Summary- Dr. Spencer Reid felt his whole life change when Agent Y/n L/n joined the BAU. She came in like a cool summer breeze changing everything Spencer knew about love and his capacity to care for someone so much. Y/n came to the BAU with a tragic past, her only goal was to save lives and make the world a safer place for everyone. She meets a skinny shaggy haired doctor, which causes her whole life to change, much like Spencer, will she fall in love or will her tragic past or even her job prevent her?

Pairings- Dr. Spencer Reid x f!reader

A/N- This is a notebook inspired story, this story will be told and wrote like a chapter book. So some of the endings will not always make sense. Also I don't claim go own Criminal Minds or the Notebook, this is solely for entertainment purposes and for enjoyment. Some of the lines are from the notebook movie, again I don't claim to own either fandom/tv show/ movie. I try to make Y/n as vague as possible so shes more inclusive so if there is any descriptive things that don’t apply to you feel free to ignore them. Also just putting this out there as the story progresses Maeve is still alive and well, she is a good friend of Spencer and Y/n’s. There will be graphic content and sexual scenes in later chapters, warnings will be added as they go. Also if you want to be tagged send me an as or comment here, also send requests I'm down for making little fics.

PS- Please don't post my fics anywhere without my documented consent, thanks -Karma (MoshyMosh)

Warnings!- This chapter with have some sexual content, talk of sexual assault, and descriptions of kidnapping. If these bother you please don't read this chapter!

A/N 2.0- I am like half asleep, I will double check the spelling and any issues when I was up

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Y/N laughed from her couch as she tossed some popcorn at Spencer, who sat on the other end of her couch.

"Y/N!" Spencer scolded as he looked over at her, with a smile, when he saw that she was pretending to be interested in the movie they were watching.

Y/N tried to hide her smirk, before she erupted in giggles as she looked back at him, tossing some more popcorn at him. Spencer groaned as he tried to swat away the onslaught of popcorn before he started laughing along with her. Soon Y/N had wiggled her way over to Spencer as she continued to rain popcorn at him before she straddled his hips. Y/N smiled down at him as she lifted the bowl of remaining popcorn above his head then tipped it, dumping the rest of the popcorn.

"Y/N!" Spencer laughed, as he reached up to grab the bowl from her hands. She chuckled and dropped the bowl behind the couch, her arms dropped so that they were draped over his shoulders. Spencer's hands dropped to rest on her hips, and let out a sigh of contentment when her fingers brushed against some of the hair at the base of his neck as she looked down at his face.

Spencer licked his lips as he nervously fiddled with her oversized sweater, his eyes looking between her eyes and her lips. "Screw it." He said quietly before he crashed his lips to hers. Y/N let out a soft gasp against his lips before she eagerly kissed him back, threading her fingers into his hair.

Spencer's hands slid under her sweater, his fingertips brushing against the band of her shorts she wore. Y/N pulled away from the kiss to pull off her sweater, leaving her top half bare. Spencer let out a breath and looked up from her chest, his hands coming up to card through her hair. He pulled her head down to crush his lips against hers again, his hips grinding up against hers slightly. The movie they had turned on, now forgotten behind her.

As they continued to kiss, Y/N let out a groan and pulled away from him as she heard her phone ringing on the coffee table. She slid off Spencer's lap and stood, reaching for her phone. Spencer bit his lip, as his eyes raked over her topless figure, as she bent to pick up the ringing device.

"Penny, you need to have a really good reason for calling on our week off." Y/N said when she answered the phone. "We have a case don't we?" She looked at Spencer as she reached for her sweater when he handed it to her. Spencer watched her slide it on and chuckled softly when he heard her next words. "No need to call him, he's right in front of me." She smiled at him, with a wink.

Spencer smiled back and stood from the couch to gather his things after he pressed a kiss to Y/N's forehead. "Was that a kiss I heard?!" He heard from Penelope's end of the call, causing him to chuckle again.

"Goodbye, Penelope." Y/N said before she hung up. "I'll get dressed then we can go to the office."

Spencer and Y/N rode to Quantico in a tension-filled silence after what happened before they were interrupted. Spencer looked over at Y/N as he replayed the kiss over and over again. He was pulled away from his thoughts as she pulled into her assigned parking spot in the lot. The pair got out and started walking to the elevator in the parking garage.

Y/N fiddled with one of the buttons on her blazer as they rode the elevator in silence. Spencer leaned over and pressed a kiss to her temple with a smile, pulling away when the doors started opening on their floor. Y/N smiled softly and stepped out with Spencer, once they were inside the bullpen, she went over to her desk to drop off her bag.

"Miss Y/N..." Penelope sing-songed as she walked over to her, dragging Derek along with her. "You have some 'splanin' to do." She said in the 'I love Lucy' voice.

"I do not." Y/N said feigning innocence. "Also we have a case so now's not the time." She said as she began to walk upstairs to the meeting room, taking her seat next to Spencer.

Soon, everyone arrived and sat down around the table pulling their files to him, opening them up to look at their contents. "Ok guys. We're not traveling very far for this case. It's in our own backyard." Hotch said as he began clicking through some of the photos on the TV screen. Y/N listened to him in the background as she started looking through the pictures for the victimology.

"Every one of the women are Y/H/C and Y/E/C eyed, the only thing different is height and weights. Some of them were found to have Y/E/C contacts and a crude dye job if they did not have the correct look to the unsub. These things were noted in the autopsies." Y/N said as she looked up at the screen as pictures of the victims came up.

"There was some DNA recovered from the sexual assaults and under the fingernails of the first victim, there were no matches in CODAS." Derek said, reading the information from his file.

"DC capitol police think the first victim is Leah Ainsworth, 24, a tourist in DC on vacation." Hotch said. "The period of which the victims were reported missing and then to when they were found is 3-5 days."

Y/N nodded her head. " The extreme amount of wounds seems like overkill. 10 of the wounds on Leah were done postmortem. A lot of rage behind these attacks." She said as she closed her file and looked around at the rest of the team to gauge their reactions.

"There's something else..." Derek said. "Every victim was found with a note that said 'For F/I M/I L/I'."

"Could it be an activist group?" Spencer asked, sitting up in his seat.

"Could be initials." Hotch said rubbing his chin in thought. "Garcia see if those are a match for anything like that."

"Got it." Penelope said, writing down a note for herself.

"Reid, Morgan, go to the latest crime scene. Y/L/N and Prentiss go to where this latest victim was abducted and see if you can get anything from there. JJ your with me, setting up the evidence boards." Hotch directed.

"Let's do this." Emily said, getting up from her seat.

The team spent the day finding out new evidence and new possibilities. As they were about to go home for the night they sat in the meeting room going over the things they found out.

"Emily and I found out our latest victim was supposed to meet someone, like a date." Y/N said as she fiddled with her pen. "But the person never showed."

Emily nodded her head. "Customer parking is down an alley behind the building, the unsub could've blitz attacked and drugged the girls."

"Garcia, anything on the search?" Hotch asked, turning towards the woman in question.

"All I got were two activist groups and millions of names." She said, rubbing at her forehead.

"Alright. Guys go home, we'll come back tomorrow and look at this with fresh eyes." Hotch said before everyone got up and went to their desks to gather their things. Y/N smiled at Spencer as she held up her keys.

"Give you a ride home." She said before she mimicked Derek's voice. "Pretty boy."

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Yes, I'll take your offer, but don't ever do that again." He joked as he walked over to her.

Y/N drove Spencer home, dropping him off at his apartment building with a kiss. Soon she arrived home, parked in her normal spot, and gather things before she let herself into the courtyard with her keycard. She looked through her keyring for her house key as she walked up to her door.

She stopped what she was doing with a smile, as she spotted a glass vase full of yellow red-tipped roses sitting in front of her door. She chuckled as she fished out her phone out and dialed Spencer's number as she reached to pull the notecard out with the hand holding her keyring, as she began reading it. She let out a squeal as she felt something press against her nose and mouth. She dropped everything she was holding to fight off her attacker.

"Y/N? Y/N?!" Spencer called over the phone hearing the struggle.

"I finally found you." Y/N heard in her ear as she felt her body go limp in her attacker's arms, succumbing to the drug. Her attacker lifted her body into his arms.

"Jason..." Y/N slurred out in the direction of her phone as her attacker pulled her badge and gun off her person. "Jason Dean... Spencie..." Y/N slurred again before she passed out.

"No one is going to save you, babe. I've got you now." her attacker said as he stepped on her phone in his walk to his vehicle.

Spencer took a shaky breath and called Hotch after the line when dead. "Hotch, Something has happened to Y/N.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid x you #criminal minds smut #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds imagine smut #Moshymosh's masterlist #Moshymoshwrites #moshymosh writes #karmawrites #Karma's imagines #Remember Me

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swiftgronmasterpost · 4 years

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The Speak Now Tour - Feb 9, 2011 – Mar 18, 2012 (and flashback to 2008-2010 to introduce Liz and TayLiz)

Update from November 2021 - Hey guys it’s Cam! I have come around to seeing most of Red is actually about Jake Gyllenhaal and I fully believe Taylor to simply be bisexual. I don’t really think she had anything romantic or sexual with Liz but it’s possible. I’m leaving this section here just to show Taylor was busy with other people during this time and the song writing receipts. If you want to know more about Jake, who I am now basically certain is the red break up muse you can read a timeline here and listen to a podcast episode about it here.

So what’s Taylor up to while Dianna is outing herself, traveling the world, and holding hands with Lea Michele?

She’s out on the Speak Now tour with one Liz Huett. It’s hard to know the exact nature of their relationship but there are a few pieces of info from Taylor’s tour blog and vlogs that could suggest they had something more than friendship.

They meet well before the Speak Now tour and Liz makes quite an impression on Taylor:

Liz joins the band for the Fearless Tour and they have a lot of fun, room together, and seem to be quite close:

The most suspicious post of all - Liz and Taylor are sharing a hotel room on tour:

So I checked in with Shawn (one of my contacts in the industry, she dated a famous singer and learned QUITE a bit about how musicians function and the PR surrounding them, ect.) and here’s what she had to say about a singer of Taylor’s caliber at that time sharing a hotel room with a backup singer:

This alone is frankly enough to convince me that they were something beyond friends/co-workers.

2-22-2010 entry has several more photos of Liz:

5/19/2011 - Tay and Liz are on the Speak Now tour at this point and Taylor cooks for her

So now we can flash forward to the summer of the Speak Now Tour - Taylor takes all the girls from the tour on a vacation:

8-22-2011 (RIGHT before she meets with Dianna in public for the first time)

Turns out they may have been sharing a bed? or at least joking about it:

Liz posted a birthday message (now deleted) to taylor about that very trip in 2015 and insinuates that Taylor planned the whole trip just for her!

Here’s some more general Tiz content:

Did they have something? Perhaps on and off during the Fearless Tour and then again during the Speak Now Tour?

It’s hard to say. There are other rumors surrounding Taylor and Claire (one of her backup dancers) and Taylor and Caitlin (her fiddle player that replaced Emily) along with Taylor and Julianne Hough. But the person with the most amount of content seems to be Liz.

I do suspect she may be referencing Taylor in her music and she even gives a befuddled blonde girl a kiss at the end of her H8U music video:

Some of Liz’s lyrics seem to almost blatantly reference Taylor:

“Never Know” - released November 2012 - might be about Taylor>> “It’s crazy how life goes on / And then I catch myself singing your song / And wonder if you think about me / I guess we’ll never know”

“Don’t LV U Anymore” - released some time in 2018 - “I don’t steal your chapstick anymore / Don’t wake up to your kiss anymore / And I don’t have a washer and dryer full of guitar picks anymore / ‘Cause you don’t come over to my place anymore / … / I don’t love you anymore / I don’t love you anymore / I don’t love you anymore / But I don’t love you any less” (seems to describe their relationship post 2012 or so however Liz was at the Rep tour, perhaps seeing Taylor triggered old memories for her to write a song about her)

Other songs that might be about Taylor include:

So Easy

Dammit - Jana Kramer (written by Liz) Talks about a lover playing guitar in the kitchen.

STFU and Hold Me – about a “rocky and volatile” relationship. Liz paints herself as a cheater in the MV and wears Red throughout the whole thing. The lyric “it started with a bang, went all in” is similar to Holy Ground’s “took off faster than a green light go.” Seems very similar to the relationships described in Red.

And here’s some discussion on Reddit about why Liz left Taylor’s band:

Sounds like a girl that was Trouble don’t you think?

Check out the blog @taylizmasterpost for more on this interesting and less explored Gaylor ship!

Anyway...the point of all of this before we get back to the timeline is to show that Taylor very well may have been involved with LIz and the nature of that relationship does seem to match some of the drama described in the breakup songs on Red.

Back to the timeline now:

June 10, 2011: Taylor is emo on the Speak Now Tour:

“In Detroit, Swift seemed somewhat melancholy. Once in a while, I had the feeling that she was on the verge of bursting into tears. She said that she had recently decided that life is “about achieving contentment. . . . You’re not always going to be ridiculously happy.” She had written about ten songs so far for her next album[i counted 8]. Asked to characterize them, she said, “They’re sad? If I’m being honest.” The most recent one, she said, “is about moving on.”(x)

So here we learn that Taylor has written 8-10 sad songs for the Red album. As far as we know she’s never even met Dianna and Dianna is still very obviously involved with Lea.

June 11, 2011 - Shirtgate!

Lover Diary Entry during the Speak Now Tour where Taylor is super happy for some reason On June 17, 2011:

I propose that whatever Taylor is so happy about is not related to Dianna because on the 16th Dianna reaches out to Lea during Somebody To Love and then on the 17th they are back holding hands happily.

Conclusion - While Achele appears to be very on during the summer of 2011 it also seems completely possible that Tayliz was on during the Speak Now Tour as well. If Tayliz went on for a while during the Fearless Tour and then halted and then started back up again during the Speak Now Tour could it be the inspiration for some of the chaotic breakup songs on Red? I think it’s very possible.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE go read @taylizmasterpost for more on this amazing ship!

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#part 9 #tiz #tour #summer

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wishuhadstayed · 4 years

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Yours

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word Count: 2.9k 😳

Summary: Aaron and reader get married 🥺 Part 6 to Begin Again

Warnings: None, although I did make myself cry on several occasions

Author’s Note: it’s wedding time, folks. A thought both @yes-sir-hotchner and I had. (We share the same brain cell 😂) Inspired by a post from the wonderful @agenthotchner.

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It had been just a few short months since Aaron’s surprise proposal, after which the two of you had made a mutual decision to get married as soon as possible. The team had been delighted by the news, Penelope immediately jumping into full maid of honor mode. Rossi, being the most caring and generous friend out there, had insisted on taking care of everything and wouldn’t take no for an answer; even going so far as to offer his house for the venue.

Sitting in a luxurious upstairs room of the Rossi home, and being doted upon by your friends, you couldn’t help but feel a little like a princess for the first time since you couldn’t remember when. The day was finally here that you officially got to spend forever with the man of your dreams. Even after all this time, sometimes it still felt too good to be true.

Gazing out an open window, you could see backyard where the ceremony was to be held in just a few short hours and your heart began to race. You were snapped back to the present moment by the sound of your best friend’s voice.

“Earth to Y/N! Come in, Y/N!” She said, waving her hands in front of your face.

“I’m sorry, I got distracted. What was the question?”

“Your lipstick hon, what color?”

“Whatever color you think is best, Penny. I trust you to make me look beautiful.”

“You always look beautiful,” chimes in a voice from across the room.

“Thank you, Emily.”

Penelope finished off your makeup with waterproof mascara and JJ stepped in to put the final touches on your hair with delicate pearl hairpins.

As the hours passed and the final preparations were made, you could feel the nerves building.

Penelope, Emily, and JJ all helped you into your dress; a beautiful white gown with off the shoulder lace sleeves, a fitted lace covered bodice, and lace trim around the bottom of the full skirt. You were truly a sight to behold. Buttoning up the back of the gown, JJ asks, “You’ve been pretty quiet, Y/N. Is everything okay?”

“It’s just nerves, I think.” you reply. “I’d really like to see Aaron.”

“See Aaron before the wedding?” Penelope interjects, “You can’t! It’s bad luck!”

You knew there was no arguing with her and your spirits sank a little, disappointment written all over your face.

“What if we got Jack instead?” Offers JJ. “Would that help?”

Thinking it over, you give a small smile and a nod. “Yes, I think I’d like that. Thank you, JJ.”

“I’ll call Morgan and have them come up.”

Five minutes later, a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it,” you say, opening it before anyone can protest.

There stands Derek Morgan with the boy you’ve come to love as your own.

“You look amazing,” says Morgan taking in the sight of you with wide eyes. “Hotch is a lucky man.”

“Thank you, Derek.” You reply, giving him a tight hug. Pulling back and taking him by the hand, you make a request. “Will you tell him that I love him, and that I’ll see him soon?”

“Anything for you, lovely,” he says with a playful grin.

“You’re a good friend, Derek.”

With that, he retreats back downstairs to deliver your message, leaving Jack with you. Just having him there was already soothing your frayed nerves. Ushering him inside you ask, “How’s my handsome ring bearer? You’re not nervous are you?”

“No! I’m gonna do a great job, I promise! You look real pretty, just like a princess.”

“You are so sweet, little man. I know you’ll do amazing.”

“Y/N?”

“What is it, Jack?” You inquire, kneeling down to his level.

“Can I call you mom now?”

The question took you quite by surprise, causing tears to well up in your eyes.

“Do you want to?”

“Yeah, if it’s okay with you. I miss having a mom.”

Those few words are enough to break the dam and tears began to stream as you pulled the boy in for a hug. “Of course it’s okay with me.” you manage to choke out.

“Mom! Mom!” Jack squeaks.

“Yeah buddy?”

“You’re squeezing me too hard, I can’t breathe.”

Loosening your grip, you apologize.

“Don’t cry, everything’s gonna be okay,” Jack says reassuringly. Man, he is so much like his father.

“I’m crying because I’m happy, Jack. I just love you and your dad so much.”

“I love you too, Mama.”

“I hate to break up this sweet family moment,” Penelope cuts in, “But it’s almost time to get this show on the road. Jack I’ll take you back down to your dad.” Handing you a tissue, she makes her exit.

Emily and JJ sweep the room making sure nothing is left behind. “We’ve got to go,” says JJ, grabbing Emily by the arm and making her way to the door. “You look perfect, Rossi should be up soon. Love you.”

Sitting down for a moment, you gently pat your eyes dry. At least your mascara held up. In the quiet it finally began to sink in how all your wildest dreams were coming to life right before you eyes.

When the door opened again, there was Dave. Handing over your bouquet of pink roses he asks, “You ready for this, kid?”

“Absolutely,” you reply with a childlike grin.

He offers his arm and you rest your hand in the crook of his elbow, infinitely grateful for the fatherly presence.

“Then let’s get this party started.”

As the two of you arrived downstairs at the back door, you hear the processional music already playing. Luckily you had made it just in time for Rossi to give Jack his official ring-bearing instructions.

“Alright Jack. You know what to do. Just walk straight down to the end and give the rings to Derek. Then you can sit down with your Aunt Jess, okay?”

“Got it,” says Jack, giving a thumbs up.

“Go get ‘em kid,” Rossi encourages, opening the door.

Now it’s just the two of you left indoors. Rossi watches until Jack finishes his assigned duty and makes his way back to you as the music changes.

“That’s our cue,” he states, once again offering his arm.

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Aaron hadn’t been nervous at all until that moment. When the music changed and the guests stood in preparation for your entrance, his hands began to shake.

“You alright, man?” Morgan inquires.

“Yeah, I’m just ready to have Y/N by my side.”

Just as he turned back from the short conversation, the double doors swung open and you made your entrance.

With the first glimpse of your radiant smile, he was immediately overwhelmed with emotion and moved to tears. Only somewhat managing to regain his composure, he took in every detail as you approached. The delicate lace of your gown, the afternoon sun making a halo of light on his own personal angel. A bouquet of perfect pink roses, just like the ones he had given you after your rudely interrupted second date. Time seemed to slow down, the walk that was in reality only a couple of minutes stretched into ages as he longed to have you near.

Then when your eyes finally met his with a look of pure love, all was right with the world.

At the end of the aisle, Rossi turns to you with one simple request.

“Take good care of our man.”

“I will,” you promise, giving the older man a kiss on the cheek before joining Aaron at the altar. Producing a handkerchief, you gently dried the remaining tears from his ever handsome face.

“Hey You,” he intones softly, hand grazing the side of your face. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

The rest of the world seems to fade away as the minister begins the service and the two of you are lost in each other’s eyes.

“The couple have chosen to write their own vows,” the minister states, snapping you both back to attention. “Y/N?”

Softly clearing your throat and looking deep into Aaron’s warm brown eyes, you begin.

“Aaron, If someone had told me over a year ago that I would be marrying a man that I met on a blind date set up by my best friend, I would have said that they were crazy. I had all but given up on finding true love. I went anyway. And everyday since, I thank God that I did. If it hadn’t been for that blind date, I would have never met the love of my life. I would have never met the most amazing group of friends that turned into family, who are standing by our sides even now. I would have never gained the most wonderful, loving little boy who I now get the privilege of calling my son. I promise that I will love both of you always. I promise that I will always be there, no matter how difficult the road becomes. And if you must venture into the darkness, I promise to always bring you back to the light”

Sniffling back tears, and taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Aaron speaks.

“Y/N, the long road that led me to you was full of heartache. When I met you, all of that changed for the better. Everyone says that I’m lucky to have you, but to be honest, I don’t feel lucky. I feel blessed. Every day with you is a blessing and a gift. There’s not a day that I’m not thankful for every pain and every heartache that I’ve been through, because without that journey, I would never have made it here to you. I’m not sure how it’s possible, but I fall a little more in love with you every day. When I’m finished with a long case, your arms feel like home. You’re the comfort for my weary soul when the world gets rough. I promise to spend the rest of my days loving you and hoping that it amounts to even a fraction of what you’ve shown to me.”

When you both looked up, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house.

Morgan hands Aaron the velvet pillow and you quickly exchange rings, suddenly anxious for the upcoming part of the ceremony.

The voice of the minister rings out once again.

“By the power vested in me by the state of Virginia, I now pronounce you husband and wife! Aaron, you may kiss your bride.”

Cheers rang out from the crowd as he pulled you in for a long, warm kiss. Probably too long for a wedding, but with the heart-stopping heat that clouded your minds, neither of you cared much.

As you come up for air, Aaron literally sweeps you off your feet, carrying you to the reception area. As you wait for the guests to make their way over, it finally sinks in. You’re finally married to your one true love.

As soon as the guests are all seated, dinner is served. Then before you could even blink, it’s time for speeches. Penelope taps her glass with a fork, capturing the attention of the room.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate two of our favorite people on the joyous occasion of their marriage. I would like to remind everyone that this is all my doing. If I hadn’t taken the liberty of setting these two sweet little lovebirds up on a blind date, we probably wouldn’t be here today. You’re welcome,” she says turning to face the two of you. “But in all seriousness, I think I speak for everyone when I say that we wish you a lifetime of love and happiness.”

Handing the mic over to Rossi, Penelope is seated.

“Where do I start?” He laughs. “I’ve known Aaron probably longer than anyone here. He’s always been more than just a good man. He is a loyal friend, and a great dad for Jack. If anyone in the world deserves true happiness, it’s this guy,” he says, placing a hand your husband’s shoulder. “We’ve seen your relationship with Y/N flourish and come to love her as one of our own. I can confidently say that she will a loving mother, and a caring, patient wife. I wish every blessing for the both of you from this moment forward.”

Rising from your seats to hug your two friends, you’re reminded by Penelope that’s time for your first dance. Taking you gently by the hand, Aaron leads you to the middle of the empty dance floor. With everyone watching your heart begins to race until Aaron pulls you close. The nerves melt away as you rest your head on his chest and his arms circle your waist. The two of you sway softly as the music begins:

We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘til January

This is our place, we make the rules

And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

Have I known you 20 seconds, or 20 years?

As the song goes continues and you look into his eyes so full of love, you can’t help but sing along.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close

Forever and ever?

Take me out, and take me home.

You’re my, my, my, my.... Lover.

Listening to the words you’re singing, he can’t help but fall in love all over.

My heart’s been borrowed and your has been blue

All’s well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramtic and true to my.... Lover

You pour you heart out in song, desperately hoping that Aaron knows how much you mean every word. He does. The sincerity is written all over your lovely face.

As the music slowly winds down, the guest begin to join the two of you on the dance floor.

Tapping Aaron on the shoulder, Rossi cuts in for his turn. You manage to dance with everyone, even Reid, reluctant though he may be. The whole team was having a great time, laughing and dancing when Penelope had to slip back into maid of honor mode. Grabbing both you and Aaron by the wrist she all but drags you to the table.

Approaching the cake, you grab the slicer with your right hand. Pressing closely against your back and giving you a soft kiss on the cheek, Aaron covers your hand with his. After cutting two small slices, you turn to face each other. Taking a piece in hand you raise it to Aaron and he opens his mouth just before you smear it across his unsuspecting face.

Closing his eyes and trying hard not to laugh, he responds.

“Oh so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?”

“Yep!” you tease gleefully. “What are you gonna do about it, Mister?”

“This!” He exclaims, returning the favor and smashing the cake in your face.

“Really should have seen that one coming,” you muse.

“Yeah you should have.”

At that moment he pulls you close, pressing his soft lips to yours for the sweetest kiss ever known to mankind and the room burts into a fresh round of cheers.

The two of you scurried off to get cleaned up, and when you make your return, Penelope is waiting with your next task. A car is waiting to take you to the airport for your honeymoon. It’s time to go.

You make your rounds saying goodbye as everyone makes their way out for your final exit. One last song comes on as you make your way out and Aaron holds you close, singing in his perfect deep voice as you stroll through thrown confetti:

I was a boat stuck in a bottle

That never got the chance to touch the sea

But I came to life when I first kissed you

The best me has his arms around you

You make me better than I was before

Thank God I’m yours

The worst me is just a long gone memory

You put a new heartbeat inside of me

You make me better than I was before

Thank God I’m yours

By the time you made it to car and sat down you were in tears for probably the tenth time that night, you’d lost count.

The car was just about to pull away when Emily sprinted up to the door. Leaning down, she spoke to both of you.

“Hey you crazy kids, have fun! And remember, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“Emily there’s nothing you wouldn’t do,” returns Aaron, catching you by surprise.

“Exactly,” she replies, slamming the door and slapping the roof of the car. You could have sworn you saw a wink.

As the car pulls away, the two of you get your first truly private moment of the night to process what just happened.

Snuggled close to Aaron’s left side, your head rests on his chest and his left arm drapes around your shoulder.

“We’re married,” you state, reaching to touch the gold band on his left ring finger.

“Yes we are,” he whispers, softly pressing a kiss to your temple.

“You’re my husband,”

“Uh huh,” he agrees, gently stroking your hair.

Looking up into his gorgeous face you confess once more, “I love you, Aaron Hotchner.”

After a slight pause, he replies with a smirk,

“I love you more.... Mrs. Hotchner.”

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